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Will I ever see you again? CHAPTER 2: Slow Down

Author: orshii

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x reader

Warning: cursing, violence, alcohol consumption, drug use

Word count: 5 k

Summary: You were left alone with your brother, Yunho, and his best friend Hongjoong, after your parents' death. Yunho had someone to grieve with, but you? You had no one as your brother and his best friend pushed you away, singing becoming your only savior. There was one rule that Yunho made inside his friend group: “Don’t touch my sister”. And for this reason, Hongjoong had always kept his distance. But one night, you find yourself in danger. And from then on, Hongjoong does not leave your side. He is suddenly overprotective of you, and your relationship shifts and becomes fraught with tension and unspoken feelings, with secrets lurking beneath the surface and a painful past haunting you. Will you find out the secrets your brother and best friend have been keeping away from you? Will you be able to finally free yourself from your cruel past?

Will you fall in love amidst the chaos around you?

A/N: Chapter 2 is here finally, sorry for updating so late, I just needed to figure out some things in the story. More secrets are coming to the surface and their connection gets a little...hotter. Poor Wooyoungie tho. Idk about you but I love this possessive Hj haha, and it'll get more interesting. Thank you for reading, byee!

Taglist: @bvidzsoo @vixensss @deltamoon666 @scarfac3 @chatsgotmytongue @xiang-zalea (taglist is open if interested)

The four men stared at me like they were the hunters and I was their prey.

"Now that fucker, Yunho, will give back the money he owns us, for sure." The tallest man said, stepping closer to me.

I slowly stood up; they were only inches apart from me. I inhaled deeply, trying to get myself together. There was no point in panicking. No one was here to save me, I needed to save myself. I looked around, two men were standing on my right side and the other two were on my left side. They were blocking my car, the takeaway food was splashed on the dirty ground, and my bag with my keys was meters away from me, getting to my car wasn't a choice now; I needed to run.

"What money?" I asked and slowly, very carefully stepped back, trying to appear confident.

"Your brother robbed us, and took all of our money, so he will pay now." Again, the tallest man stepped closer to me as I stepped back. I guessed he was their leader.

He grabbed my chin and lifted it aggressively, "We should play a little with this slut." His mouth was barely inches away from my face. I felt disgusted.

Fuck, this isn't good. I needed to think, very quickly. Suddenly, Hongjoong’s words were echoing in my brain.

If your timing is perfect, your enemy will be on the floor in seconds.

I remembered what Hongjoong taught me. Four against one isn't fair. I can't just knock them all out. A stupid plan started to form in my mind as I took in my surroundings carefully, analyzing where I could run, and I knew— It was now or never baby. The man was trying to say something when I suddenly shouted.

"Look, what is that?!" I said as the four men looked behind themselves. I quickly punched the man in front of me, right in his solar plexus, and he was on the floor in seconds. But I had no time to wander around. I started to run, run for my fucking life. I ran opposite my car, into the dark streets. I looked behind me and the three men were running after me, the fourth a little behind. I was breathing heavily, I wasn't used to running, it was ridiculous, this predicament was a joke. Adrenaline crawled through my body as I was still running, and looking behind my back, I saw the four men slowing down. I guess they weren’t used to running, fuckers. I knew this town just like the back of my hand, so I knew a place where I could hide, I just needed to get there.

I ran down short and narrow streets, turning left, then right. I don't fucking know what kept me going, but the adrenaline pumping through my body gave me some kind of superpower. I even climbed over fences; I was running like the Flash. I didn't recognize myself, it was as if someone kept me going, giving me the power to go, to not stop. Then I let myself look behind me again, and I saw no one.

However, I didn't stop running until I reached an old building where we always played with Yunho when we were little. The memories suddenly hit me at once: numerous times when we’d snuck out with Yunho to play here because somehow, we felt happy and safe here. That is why I came to this place, it always gave us security, making me believe that I would be safe this time too. When I finally went into the building and sat down, I held my breath for a short minute, just to make sure no one was following me, and that was when I finally started to panic. Suddenly, everything hit me like I was a punching bag. I took quick breaths, trying to understand what the hell happened mere minutes ago.

Did they try to kill me? Who knows what the hell they wanted to do to me…

What the fuck did Yunho get into? What money were they talking about?

My body was shaking from running and from the overwhelming emotions that flew through my system. I started sobbing, lifting my knees to my chest, grabbing my hair with my hands. Then I started to laugh, at this whole situation, at the fact that my stupid plan worked. I needed to cry because I did not know what all of this was, I was so confused about what just happened. My heart was beating fast, it felt like it might explode at some point. After ten minutes, somehow, I got myself together, and after breathing in and out a few times, I pulled my phone out to text Yunho.

ME: Someone fucking attacked me, and they talked about some money you owe them. What the fuck Yunho?

For a moment, quiet overtook the abandoned house, and then suddenly, my phone's screen lit up. Yunho was calling me.

"Where the fuck are you?" I heard Yunho's voice immediately as I picked up.

"At the old abandoned house." I told him.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yes, I ran away." I said quietly.

"Stay there, don't go out until we arrive!" He said, his voice furious, and hung up quickly.

I waited in the dark, it swallowed me like I was one with it. I just stared at the white wall in front of me, which seemed almost black from the lack of lightning as it barely lit up the abandoned house due to the streetlights being faulty.

I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by when I finally heard a car quickly stopping with its tires screeching and two doors slamming shut. I stood up and looked out the window, and saw Yunho and Hongjoong. Of course, Hongjoong just couldn’t stay out of this. I stepped out of the building and was met with two pairs of worried eyes. Yunho quickly ran towards me and hugged me.

"Fuck, are you okay?" He grabbed my face to check if I was hurt.

"Yes, I'm okay." I pushed his hands away.

"What the fuck happened?" Hongjoong asked, stepping closer to me and checking my body, trying to find an injury.

"I was at Granny's ordering some food and when I went out to my car, suddenly four men appeared and they pushed me onto the ground—and they were talking about some fucking money and Yunho—I somehow ran away, I was lucky, I guess—I don't get it, what the hell—who are they?" I quickly told them what happened, stammering as I felt overwhelmed again.

"Fuck, this is because you couldn't shut your mouth, Yunho!" Hongjoong said, angrily looking at him.

"What the fuck, Hong?! It was necessary for our plan, what else could I do, do tell me, please!" Yunho shouted at Hongjoong.

"They fucking attacked Y/N! Who knows what the hell they are going to do next time." Hongjoong pointed at me. "Your plan is shit; we can't do this anymore." Hongjoong stepped closer to Yunho, staring at him with sharp eyes.

Again. Like I was not even fucking there.

"What plan? Oh, my God, tell me something for fuck's sake!" I shouted at them.

They looked at me like they were surprised I was there too.

"It's none of your business, we will take care of it, don't worry." Yunho said, trying to hold my hand.

I scoffed and pushed him away. "Yeah, of course. Take me to my car." I went to Hongjoong's venom-green Mustang Shelby and sat in the backseat.

I was so fucking angry, I felt sick. The fact that they never tell me anything at all, made me feel again like I was just a fucking object, never truly acknowledged and cared for. I hated them. Yunho and Hongjoong.

As I got angrier, so did the familiar melody I heard playing in my head again…

≫The furious dragon sped through the clouds

Just to bring the storm to the people who deserve it≪

When we reached my car, as soon as Hongjoong stopped, I got out of his car and went to collect my things that were still scattered around the dirty ground, and went right to my car, sitting in it. I locked the car so Yunho couldn't sit inside too, because I knew, that from now on, they were going to turn into my fucking babysitters. I turned the engine on and quickly drove away, not wishing to see them.

The next morning when I woke up, I felt like a zombie. I hadn't slept well because I had nightmares about dark figures trying to push me down to the ground, just until I drowned in the sudden water that appeared out of nowhere, hands that seemed like shadows pulling me deep down to the bottom of the ocean.

I went down to the kitchen so that I could eat something before I attended my classes as yesterday night I had no appetite to eat anything. When I was close to the kitchen’s door, I overheard Yunho and Hongjoong talking.

"We have to find them before they find us." I heard Yunho say, his voice still raspy as I assumed he got up just a few minutes ago.

"Yes, but we don't know where they are. They are not the foolish type to stay in plain sight, this whole thing seems to run way deeper than it initially seemed to." Hongjoong said in a low voice.

"I easily fooled them still." I said stepping inside the kitchen, and they looked at me surprised.

"You just had luck." Hongjoong said with fierce eyes, looking at me only for a second before he returned to the table.

"Are you kidding me?! If I would've panicked, I wouldn't be fucking here." I scoffed at him, going to the counter to grab a glass and pour some water for myself.

"I'm glad you were smart and tricked those motherfuckers, I'm proud of you." Yunho came to stand next to me, pecked my temple, and ruffled my hair.

I wanted to slap him, but he slipped away chuckling before I could, "You coming to Mist tonight? There's going to be a party." Yunho asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know, I'll speak to Yeosang to see if he’s going."

"Alright. I'll grab my stuff and then we can go, Hong." Yunho said leaving the kitchen.

I poured water into my glass and turned around, leaning against the counter.

I looked straight into Hongjoong's eyes, "Will you tell me who those men were? I want to help you; who knows, maybe I can recognize the ones that attacked me." I said, lifting the glass to my mouth to drink, but Hongjoong stood up and came right in front of me and grabbed my wrist, stopping me from drinking it.

"Don't try and bump your nose into things you shouldn’t, just be a good girl and stay low. You saw what happened, so just stay the fuck out of this." His eyes burned me like I was a match waiting to be lit up, burn me down until I was nothing.

"You make it sound like this is my fucking fault. Is it my fault that four men tried to fucking kill me? Were you there? No. So stop telling me to ‘stay low’, when none of this is my fault." I yelled at him furiously. I was sick of this shit already. His face remained impassive and cold, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn't want to see him, so I went back to my room to get ready for my classes having lost my appetite.

The furious melody did not want to leave my mind again, playing it over and over, until my mind found the right words to match with.

≫The world sees you as a fool

Like you are the fault in the stars≪

My classes went by quickly, thank God. I was with Yeosang the whole day and we decided we'd go to the party. We really needed some partying before our exams started. It was a good excuse to let go of everything. I needed to catch a break from my thoughts because if not, I might drown in them.

Yeosang helped me choose my outfit for the party, which consisted of a tight black skirt, paired with a white crop top, alongside black high boots reaching up to my knees. My hair fell onto my shoulders naturally, and I put on some make-up and accessories. Yeosang wore black ripped jeans and a green blouse with a low cut, his collarbones exposed. He put on a necklace with a padlock on it. I figured he wanted to find someone that would have the key to open it. Well, anyways, that’s what I told him, making him laugh, until he suddenly turned serious and said,

‘True’. I was sure he’d find someone tonight because, damn, he looked so beautiful I got nothing on him.

When we arrived at Mist it was already crowded. It took us longer to arrive because on our way, we decided to buy Whiskey and then we secretly drank it on the bus, on our way towards the club. We laughed loudly during the ride, conversing animatedly, drawing attention to us, pissing the people off around us. So, by the time we had arrived, we were already tipsy enough to start dancing, joining the crowd. We became one with the dancing bodies, becoming one of them. This was what I needed—To get away from my thoughts.

I felt the rhythm of the music slowly engulf my being, spreading from my head to my toes. The strangers’ bodies hugged around us as I held Yeosang's hand while we jumped up and down happily to the strong rhythm of the music. The music was loud, the colorful lights blinding us as we danced like there was no tomorrow. After a while, we decided to drink something as we had started sobering up, and that wasn't the plan at all. So, we went to the bar.

"Two gin tonics and tequila shots, please." I shouted to the bartender, trying to speak over the loud music. I knew him, he was from Yunho's friend circle, Jung Wooyoung.

"Isn't that too much for a pretty girl like you?" Wooyoung looked at me with his sharp foxy eyes. He had two piercings near his eyebrows, making him look even more intimidating. He wore a simple black T-shirt paired with ripped jeans. He had a few earrings and rings too. I couldn’t lie; he was handsome as hell.

"It's not, and I'm here too." Yeosang stepped in, next to me, staring at Wooyoung pointedly.

Wooyoung chuckled as he started preparing our drinks. I looked around, but I didn't see Yunho anywhere. Maybe he was making out with a girl, somewhere deep in the crowd, or was trying to piss Mingi off. Suddenly, my eyes landed on someone. Someone who was smiling, and that someone was Kim Hongjoong. I promise to God, it was a rare sight to see his smile, let alone hear his laugh. A girl was next to him and as he leaned against the wall, he whispered something in her ear while holding her waist. It was quite obvious what he was doing, shamelessly flirting with her. It was weird seeing Hongjoong like this, he never really did things like that. At least not when I was around.

He was wearing jeans that were two colored, these colors the opposite of his hair black and white hair. The top part of his body was hugged by a white T-shirt and a denim jacket, black boots his choice of footing for the night. He had a good sense of fashion, that was obvious.

The longer I kept staring at him, the more I realized I should do what he was doing. I should let go and just feel free for one night, if possible. I turned back to face Wooyoung as he had finished mixing our drinks. Yeosang and I downed the tequila shots right away, and then, he suddenly leaned closer to me.

"Can I leave you here for a little bit? I might have found the one holding the key to my padlock." Yeosang winked at me.

"Yes, of course, go." I smiled at him, pushing him away playfully. I watched as he disappeared between the dancing bodies when suddenly an idea came to my mind. I turned towards Wooyoung again.

"Do you have something—stronger? You know…" I looked at him while trailing off, hoping he knew what I meant.

He slightly frowned at me, a small smirk present on his lips, "You mean, pills?"

"Yeah." I said, trying to sound and look convincing.

"I do have some." He kept his sharp eyes on me while he wiped a wet glass dry, "Do you want some, pretty girl?"

"I do, actually." I looked at him, batting my eyelashes at him with a sweet smile on my lips.

I wasn’t really sure if he knew whose sister I was, and so, I wanted to take advantage of that.

He leaned over the counter, face close to mine, "If you dance with me, I'll give you some." He whispered so close to my lips that they almost touched mine.

I looked down at his lips, then up into his sharp eyes, “Don't you need to work?"

"My shift is over, pretty one." He said smiling charmingly, never taking his eyes off me.

"Okay." I agreed in the end, I could use some fun too.

He smirked and moved away from me to get the pill, and then walked around the counter. He stepped closer to me as he held something in his hand. Then he slowly poked his tongue out and placed the pill on it, his eyes never leaving mine. He raised one of his eyebrows as if he meant to say, 'Take it if you want it', while leaning towards me. My heart started racing. Fuck, he looked so hot like this, why wouldn't I take this one-time opportunity? I slowly leaned down, closer to his face, feeling his hot breathing puffing against my lips. But he didn’t wait until I was close enough to kiss him. Wooyoung eagerly closed the distance between our lips, crashing them together like there wasn't a pill slipping past our entangled tongues. I felt when the pill finally was passed onto my tongue, into my mouth, but we didn’t pull away straight away. His lips moved against mine, rushed, his tongue discovering my mouth as I moved mine along his. My arms slowly crawled around his neck as he pulled me closer to him by my waist. That is until I felt a strong hand grabbing my left shoulder, yanking me away from Wooyoung. He bit my bottom lip painfully due to the sudden motion. I could taste blood, mingled with Wooyoung’s saliva.

I turned to look stunned at the one who yanked me off, it being none other than Hongjoong. He looked so furious I was afraid he might kill someone. And I wasn't joking as he grabbed Wooyoung's shirt and pulled him close aggressively, his T-shirt threatening to tear apart at any second.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Wooyoung?" Hongjoong said in a low tone, he was shaking as he held Wooyoung.

"Dude, chill, what the fuck did I do?!" Wooyoung asked, looking confused.

"Did you give her pills? Are you insane?" Hongjoong pushed Wooyoung a bit, still not letting him go.

"Yes, because she asked. Now let go of me, you fucker." Wooyoung pushed Hongjoong's hands off himself. As Hongjoong released him, Wooyoung tried to straighten his T-shirt.

"She’s Yunho's sister; you should be grateful I was the one who found you two like this." Hongjoong said, looking at me for a second, making me feel little under his sharp gaze.

"So what? It should bother Yunho, not you. What?” Wooyoung asked, lifting his pierced eyebrow, “Are you fucking her behind his back?"

It truly was the worst idea to provoke Hongjoong, because as he heard the things Wooyoung uttered, he lost his morality. He didn’t care that the guy in front of him was one of his best friends. He punched Wooyoung with the force of a boxer, obviously, and it made Wooyoung fall to the ground immediately. Luckily, Hongjoong didn’t knock him out, I guess he still had that very little sanity in himself still. I gasped, however, hardly believing my eyes. Did Hongjoong just hit Wooyoung?!

"What the fuck, Hongjoong, are you out of your mind?!" I shouted at him, my body trembling from the sudden anger I felt.

He suddenly turned around, coming towards me. He grabbed my chin and lifted it up to look straight into my eyes. "Spit it out!" He commanded like I didn’t have a choice at all.

I poked out my tongue, just to show him that there wasn’t anything on it anymore, "Fuck off, you are not my brother Hongjoong! You are acting ridiculous." I said to him, pushing him away and turning my back to him. I wanted to go back and dance, lose myself to the music and the people around me.

But suddenly, Hongjoong pulled me back by my wrist. "I'm going to take you home, right now." He said with a face void of emotion, making me unable to read what he thought and felt, it was fucking annoying.

"I'm not going anywhere!" I shouted at him, trying to free my wrist from his hold.

He stepped even closer, holding my wrist harsher. I was sure his grasp was going to leave black and blue marks, "Yes, you are!"

But I couldn't really do anything as he dragged me out of the buzzing place, towards his venom-green Mustang, still squeezing my wrist painfully. He opened the passenger side door and pushed me inside. I didn’t recognize this Hongjoong, he was someone else, some kind of demon had taken over him, fighting for who would be in control. I was shaking as I felt terrified of the thought that he might hurt me; he could do anything to me if he wanted to. He probably saw me shake because he broke the silence as he started driving.

"I won't hurt you, Y/N. I would never." He said quietly, looking forward as his hands clenched around the steering wheel.

Still, I looked down at my wrists, where some faint red bruises started to appear. I just leaned my head against the window, to gaze out at our moving surroundings. Tears started appearing in my eyes as I suddenly felt so many emotions all at once that I couldn't handle. I started feeling dizzy, remembering the pill I took. It finally kicked in, making me feel numb, as if my soul left my body. This was the feeling I craved for, but not in this setting, I’d rather be anywhere but here. I cradled my wrist to my chest, 'Yes, you would never…'

The long-forgotten melody crept into my mind, trying to break through my thoughts, break my walls down, to save me from there. I let go as words broke through my walls.

≫The moon has two sides as well, a dark and a bright side

Who knows which one will light the dark at night≪

“Why did you kiss him?” Hongjoong suddenly broke the deafening silence.

I looked at him with a frown, “Because I wanted to?” Words barely came out of my mouth as everything felt blurry.

He suddenly stepped on the gas pedal, speeding down the way home, “And do you want him?” His voice got lower as he clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

“What are you talking about?” I was looking at his side profile, watching as he got angrier than he was before. He floored the gas pedal and we were flying down the silent streets.

“Do. You. Want. Him?” He glanced my way, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I held onto the door as I was pushed back into my seat by the sudden force.

“For fuck’s sake Hongjoong, slow down! Are you crazy?!” I shouted frightened as he continued speeding.

“Answer my question!” His voice got even louder now, and he had to shout over the sound of the loud engine of his Mustang.

My heart was thumping like crazy, breathing heavily. I felt overwhelmed and overstimulated from the drug and the alcohol, and now the adrenaline too, the sudden speed making me feel like I was about to collapse any time.

“No!” I shouted, “I don’t want him! Just please slow down.” My voice cracked as I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.

Then, as if his sanity finally returned, he slowed down, not daring to look at me. When he pulled up in front of our house, it was quiet. It was quiet, but at the same time, it was the loudest as my brain was full of loud noises. I looked at his side profile, I could only see the black side of his hair, his dark side as he looked like he was still battling with his inner torment, biting his lower lip. I didn't dare move; I was scared if I did, he’d do something brash again.

He then slowly looked at me, "Are you shaking?" He looked panicked.

I couldn't control my body, there was too much happening at once. The alcohol mixed with the pill, I couldn't even think—of course, I was shaking.

I just looked down at my hands, as the world spun around me.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He took my hand, my wrist now bruised.

I looked up, just to see him looking worried. He seemed like he couldn't even believe he was the one to harm me. Yet now, he held my hand in the most delicate way possible, holding it as if it were a treasure.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, please forgive me." He looked into my eyes with his own teary ones. He was finally allowing me to see the real him, he lowered his walls.

He raised my hand towards his lips and left little kisses on the bruises, whispering little apologies against my skin, as if he could heal it like that.

I watched him, still struggling to process what was happening, "Please, just take me to my room, I don't feel good." I closed my eyes and it was a mistake because I felt like I was on a roller-coaster. He snatched his head up quickly and opened his door when he saw my face. He ran around the car to open the passenger door.

"I got you, sugar." He whispered, leaning down to slowly help me out of the car and hold me up bridal style, holding me close to his chest so that he wouldn't drop me. I hid my face in his neck, his scent hugging me around. It was dark, yet still sweet like honey.

I felt us going up the stairs after Hongjoong had managed to unlock the front door and walk inside the dark house, finally reaching my room. He slowly, and very carefully placed me down on my soft bed. I closed my eyes as he pulled my boots down.

"Do you need water or something else?" He leaned down, holding himself up by his right hand placed next to my head, his two-colored hair falling into his eyes. His other hand caressed my cheekbones. I couldn't speak, so I just shook my head no.

Suddenly, we were staring at each other as if we were like two magnets, not even blinking.

"Kiss me." I suddenly whispered, surprising myself too, having suddenly found my voice.

"I can't, and you know that." Hongjoong whispered, leaning down closer to me, even though he had stated just the opposite of his actions.

"It's just a fucking kiss, don't be a scared little cat, Joong." I whispered against his lips, brushing my thumb over his soft lips, trying to tease him. He would break eventually. And I liked playing games.

I don't know what came over me, but I just needed to kiss him desperately. Even though he treated me like shit, and shouted at me, I was still lost in his eyes, which stared into mine with a flaring desire. He continued looking at me as if he was fighting with himself, trying not to make a bad decision.

"Please." I whispered, looking up at him pleadingly.

"Fuck." Then he suddenly crashed his lips against mine. He tasted sweet, like strawberry cake. The kiss wasn't hurried, it was slow as our lips moved together passionately. I moved my hands slowly up, to bury them in his hair, pulling him even closer to myself. He kissed me even more animatedly, possessive almost as if he were an addict and I was his drug. But the moment didn’t last for long, emotion dissipating just as fast as it came, as we suddenly heard the front door slamming shut. Hongjoong immediately jumped away, standing up to his full height.

"Shit." He ran his fingers through his messy hair. "This never happened." He looked at me with eyes ablaze as I continued lying in my bed.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows to look at him better, "Yeah, I just knew you couldn't resist me." I grinned at him.

Hongjoong scoffed, "You’re crazy." And then he left me there, in the dark, as I still felt his lips on mine.

≫Two sins met each other

Just to collapse together like magnets≪

As they were just outside my room, I heard Hongjoong telling Yunho that he drove me home because I wasn't feeling well, and then Yunho thanked him footsteps fading.

Not knowing that Hongjoong had kissed his little sister merely a few minutes ago.

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strawberry-spectre · 5 months

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HIHI EVERYONEEE!!! inspired by @a-zalea-garden’s fanfiction of ao3, ‘Kapoura’, I HAVE MADE THREE DRAWINGS IN THE SPAN OF TWO DAYSSSSS!!! its based on three of my favourite scenes in the fic and i hope you like it!!

(this is a repost because the first post’s image quality was very questionable) (click for better quality (bro i hope its better quality))

#monster high #kieran valentine #spelldon cauldronello #spelldon x valentine #spelltine #love spell #valentine x spelldon #artists on tumblr #digital art #monster high fanart

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amxto · 2 months

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ADONIS ARSENIO

ALTHEA AMATUS

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ALASTOR NIKLAUS

VICTOR PERSEUS

VERENA CALIA

ANDRONICA ZALEA

RHEA KALLISTA

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CAIUS LUCIEN

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VIVIANA AURELIA

ALVARO EIRAN

#❛ 💭 ﹒ rambles of the day #one can already guess who's who

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vlovebug · 4 months

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I hate my previous post so I'm making a different one to think about

Valentine hcs Ig

Valentine's Turning scars are messy and long strips across his neck from struggle and movement

Valentine being turned for the purpose of being a solider: knows how to fight really well but also war PTSD because of it ( inpso from @a-zalea-garden )

When he has panic or PTSD attacks he gets violent so his friends know to not touch him with out letting him know first ( spelldon and whisp)

He also squeaks a lot in general it's like a vocal stim/ natural reaction

He's broken at least 15 bones

If he overuses any of his power I feel like he would either pass out, or go grey/ eyes go grey and pupils go black or som, maybe both

When he gets too embarrassed he goes into bat form

He likes being held in bat form

He and Spelldon bring each other random things

He makes sure to section his food into fours so if someone ate all of there's they can have some of his he didn't touch ( bats do this so I said fuck it he does too)

Because he can't see himself in mirrors or cameras, either whisp or spell helps him with makeup when he's feeling lazy or just wants one of them to pay attention to him

He goes to college to be a vet

His estate has flowers everywhere and so many things there that if you looked for him you wouldn't be able to see him till hours later cuz he likes hiding in the random things

The record for finding him is two minutes ( whisp ) and one hour (spelldon)

He adopts every animal he sees that doesn't have an owner

He's like 5’2 without heels in my eyes ( did I mention this?)

He says ily in many different way

He's punched someone's nose into their skull

Has ripped someone's ear off

That's all I've lost my posting confidence

#kieran valentine #spelldon x valentine #valentine x spelldon #spelldon cauldronello #spelltine #djinni whisp grant

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ohyeah0 · 2 years

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A/n: shitty writing. Never proof read this so safe journey. Thinking of making it a book. The sinner part does not come out in this one maybe in sort two.

Warning: smut, swearing, jealousy

Word count: 2k+

[sinner] [P1]

mattheo riddle. rich, powerful and dangerous. he was always destined for this life. it was chosen for him way beofe he had even gotten his name. his mother and father, both big names in business, knew that one day their son would have the honor of carrying on their legacy.

so they sent him to the best school there was, Hogwarts. and that’s where it all began. during first year mattheo met draco, the rich spoiled kid who’s parents visited their house frequently. they were briskness parters so their kids were bound to form a bond of some sort. mattheo also discovered that adriel, one of his long time friends was also going to attend the school as his older sibling were there doing their fourth year. and that’s when he met azalea. when they met they didn’t like each other that much. both of them had completions for now reason. and they fought over who deserved adriels attention.

After three years, azalea and mattheo formed a bond. they began to quarrel less and talk more. but unfortunately draco made a move first. Draco and azalea were that couple. the one everyone admired and wanted to be like. they were everything. they dated right up until sixth year. Draco became more silent and distant. that led to fights between him and azalea. it didn’t end well. the two ended up breaking up after a two year long relationship.

mattheo and azalea started dating three months after Draco and her broke up. people were suprised yet it was bound to happen eventually. school ended quite too fast but that didn’t stop them from continuing .

After school Mattheo immediately got to work on his duties. The company was already in his name as his parents were planning on retiring soon.

With zalea on his side he archived all his goal worked endless nights just to make sure he was stable.

For him.

And for her.

“zalea!?” mattheo screamed for the bedroom in search of his wife. he would never get used to calling her that. calling her his. as soon as they had finished school he had asked zale to marry him. he didn’t want to lose her again to anyone. do they got married.

“in the shower love.” zalea said calmly form her place behind the shower door. mattheo walked in loosening his toe and pants as he strutted and sat himself on the bench right next to the tub.

“what’s wrong theo?” she asked gazing up to look at her husband who’s chest was rising up and down rapidly.

“Draco.”

that was all he had to say before she knew what was wrong. Draco had not been happy to know that his business partner had married his ex lover. Even free him and zalea broke up he couldn’t let go of her.

“he called my office talking about you. he started talking about the times you two— did things. He then sent me a bunch of pics of you naked. Taken in spots in this very house. He’s been watching zalea and I promise you it’s driving me nuts. On more stunt and I’m ready to kill the asshole.” mattheo huffed out dragging his hands over his face.

“hey hey listen to me. I’m yours and yours alone. Let the idiot continue day dreaming cause I’m not leaving you. I’m yours. You’ve already destroyed me for everyone. yours and yours alone got that?” zalea said bringing her hand to his face and stroking his cheek.

“Mine and mine alone you say?” Mattheo said grinning madly and forming a smirk on his face.

“Yes— daddy.” She muttered but she never got to finish her sentence before mattheo had slammed his lips onto hers. He quickly got rid of his clothes and hoped into the tub next fo her. His lips found her neck and slowly wandered down to her breasts. he teasingly flicked her nipples making them hard and perky under his teasing tongue.

The pleasure she was receiving to her nipples and neck was sending electric shock waves to her pussy.

Mattheo looked up at his wife and smirked as he saw the flustered look she had on.

Zalea reached under the water and grabbed mattheos cock, stroking up and down against the forskin. Mattheo threw his head back and groaned quickly while sucking another hickey into zaleas neck.

“Theo fuck fuck me please.” She begged looking at him through her big eyes. Mattheo smirked and fixed himself under her so that his boner was pressed right up against the opening of her cunt.

“My pleasure mi amor.” He grunted while thrusting up into her.

Draco sat at his office chair looking over at his computer which has the cameras footage on it. Live footage. He watched angrily as Mattheo kissed his girls neck. How she moaned as he played with her tits. Those tits we’re gonna be the death of him.

He watched the long footage multiple times looking at mattheo pleasing her. The girl he loves. The girls who belongs to him.

She may not know it but he owned her. In every way possible.

After watching the footage for the 15th time draco slammed his computer screen shut and he turned swiftly around his chair. He stroked his chin looking at the glad wall of his office.

All this money and he still couldn’t get the one thing he wanted. Screw being rich if he can’t have her. Azalea Zabana.

Mattheo walked into my office after I called him up for a meeting. It wasn’t really a meeting as such. It was more of a way of seeing if he had any of her marks on himself. He was already five minutes late.

Suddenly the door burst open and speak of the devil himself, mattheo, walked in. he looked scruffy. like he had been shagging someone before he got here. probably his wife.

I hated saying that. the fact that he got to have her. it had been over six years since we broke up and that was in high school, but her.

Her.

she was everything and I couldn’t find anyone who would meet her standards. not that I had tried anyway.

“you’re late.” I muttered not having the tolerance to speak to him right now. “sorry got held up.” he answered back licking his lips.

Filthy pig.

“shagging someone?” I asked with my eyebrow raised but quickly chuckled to let the issue slide and so did mattheo.

we discussed for a few hours about the business and new services we were planning to add to the business. after a while we got bored and eventually got carried away drinking and talking about women. he only talked about her though. the one thing I couldn’t have was her and he got to walk around talking about her like she was a golden trophy.

a knock erupted from behind the door and my personal assistant, Nancy, walked in with her clipboard .

“sorry sir to disturb you but mrs riddle is currently waiting outside for him.” she said pointing outside the window to where an expensive black car was parked. and just outside the door was her.

I hadn’t seen her for over a few years and she looked different. she looked like the wife of well Mattheo. and that disgusted me.

“well little lady is waiting for me, so I’m going to leave now.” mattheo muttered and walked out without waiting for my response.

mattheo climbed into the passenger seat of his wife’s car. Azalea was seated ready to start driving them both home.

“baby, you good?” mattheo asked her as he adjusted his seat so that it was lying back.

“no. Draco was ogling me from his office window. I feel scared sand unsafe. He seems to be doing something. I can’t get the thought about being watched by him out of my head. I’m scared.”

Azalea was never scared. Her being scared meant she was really worried.

“baby don’t worry. I have an idea. I’ll call up Yvonne and ask her to look up a few houses a little bit farther from here if that will make you better?” mattheo suggest looking to his wife’s direction.

“Yeah. That would be great.” She answered as she pulled into their driveway.

They made their way out of the vehicle and entered their home but as soon as azalea shut the door Mattheo was all over her.

kissing her roughly, intensely and with passion. she felt the need growing in between her thighs, clutching them to gain any kind of friction.

“do you want me to fuck you?” Mattheos asked in a sultry voice making azalea quiver with need and anticipation.

“fuck yes theo, please.” She mumbled bunching up his shirt and pulling him for another kiss. He mumbled a quick “jump” and azalea followed the order jumping and letting mattheo grip her thighs as he took them to their bedroom.

Mattheo smashed the door shut and pressed azaleas needy body on it making her groan in pleasure. his hands were everywhere; her ass, thighs, back, hair. Every square inch of her body had been explored by mattheo. He knew her inside and out. her sensitive areas and what made her snap.

His hands began to wonder in between her thighs stroking slightly, enough to send a wave of pleasure and arousal to her cunt. he began to kiss her collarbone slowly making his way down to her chest where he ripped the shirt she was wearing. A sudden gasp escaped her mouth, shock evident, but soon turned into a breathy moan as mattheo bit into the flesh uncovered by her bra. her hands tugged at Mattheos hair, gripping onto anything she could. he then took his free hand and slid it round her torso to undo her bra. As soon as it was off her attacked her breasts massaging one while sucking and kissing the other. her perky little nipples were enough to drive mattheo wild. Moans flew out of her mouth as well as profanities which made Mattheos dick twitch inside his pants that suddenly felt way too tight and contracted.

He began to kiss lower, her stomach fluttering as he placed a kiss on the beginning of her panties. His hands went to the sides of her underwear and gripped the material but instead of pulling them down like a civilized human being he ripped them. Azalea squirmed when she saw this a whimper leaving her mouth making mattheo smirk.

“You like it when I’m rough don’t you? You little slut. No one and I mean no one can see you like this, you’re mine.” He grunted now parting her legs and placing one of them in his shoulder. He started of by blowing onto her throbbing nub and licking slowly at her opening, purposely avoiding the nub that throbbed painfully.

“Please theo.” She breathed out. Mattheo chuckled and pulled away and gazing into her eyes.

“Please what?” He said bringing a finger to her clit and making rough yet agonizingly slow movements. Her face contorted to one of absolute pleasure. Sex with mattheo was always good. He knew what he was doing and better yet, he knew how to please her.

“Fuck— please faster.” Mattheo granted her wish and began to move his fingers at an extremely fast pace while lapping at her cunt. Her taste always got him drunk.

The way her pussy clenched around his tongue was driving him mad.

“God shit theo I’m cumming—.” She screams into his ear while she releases all over his fingers, so much that she squirts.

“Well shit.” He says grunting and wiping the sides of his mouth, his hair dripping from the amount of arousal she released.

Azalea stumbled over the bed and lied down, exhausted from the pleasure she just received. Her breath coming out as short and quick. Mattheo chuckled at how tired she was and walked over towards the bed, sitting next to her naked frame.

“You good?” He asked lying down next to her.

“No.”

“Think you can give me another?” That sent her head bolting upward and staring at him.

“You’re crazy.”

“Please it’s only fair. I made you cum now it’s your turn to do the same to me.” He whined tugging at her waist.

He stood up and began undoing his pants . Once he got them of he pulled down his boxers revealing himself to her. All 9 inches of him. For her that sight would never get her bored. She struggled to place herself on his lap, supporting herself by his shoulders.

“You ready?” He asked stroking his cock back and forward to collect her wetness. “Yeah.” She whined as he plunged into her from below, shuddering as he felt her walls fluttered around him. A hiss escaped her mouth as her clit rubbed against his pelvis sending extreme amounts of pleasure jolting through her body.

“Shit, just like that. You take me so well princess.” Mattheo praised while quickening his pace of driving into her cunt.

“Slow down theo.” She moaned but Mattheo quickly did the opposite. She felt herself unravel all over him, bringing her to the second orgasm of the day. Her head pounded and her thighs shook violently, almost licking mattheo of her.

His thrusts became sloppier and less coordinated showing he was near to finishing. Just as he was about to pull out she tugged at him and pulled him back into her.

“Cum inside me. I want you to fill me up.” She said maintain eye contact with him while riding him.

And he did just that. Filling her up till it dropped down between the twos sweaty bodies. Rope after rope he released inside her making her whine.

“Fuck—.” He muttered finishing of and pulling out. He walked or more like staggered down to the bathroom where he took a damp towel to wipe down zalea.

“You did so well.” He praised while wiping her clean while she just muttered incoherent sentences. When he came back from the bathroom she was already softly snoring with her head on the pillow.

Mattheo shifted her so that he could climb into the bed as well, sliding under the sheets with her.

Draco’s pov

Again I had to watch him enter my lovers body. Giving her pleasure that she was only supposed to receive from me. That was it.

At this rate he was only doing it to piss me off. I could tell he knew. From coming in looking all scruffy and fucked out to talking about her over drinks, I could tell. The asshole had taken my precious away from me.

Well it was only a small amount of time before I took her back for myself. He kept on crossing the line, knowing that we were once lovers and talking about her purposefully around me.

The door to my office swung open and in walked Crabbe and Goyle who looked at me awkwardly.

“Sir you called for us.” Crabbe said trying to sound confident but his posture told me otherwise.

“I need you to do a job for me. Are you willing?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

#dracomalfoy #hogwarts #draco malfoy smut #jealousy #mattheo riddle #oc #sinner

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us-costco-official · 2 months

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Have you heard of the zalea peach Costco post

been tagged in it a few times yeag

#from the shelves of costco #mutuals #askbox

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wreywrites · 6 months

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Tiger Shark

Part 2: The Sea

Chapter 11

We watch in silence until the hovercraft has removed the last of the three bodies. I add three X’s to the Dead Chart, then decide it is as safe as it will ever be to refill the empty water bottle. Besides, only Taffeta and Tychus are left of the Careers. Zalea is still out there, and she made it very clear that after the stampede, things were no different between us. She’s formidable, but against two of us, I am confident we would beat her. And that just leaves the boys from Three and Twelve, neither of whom I have seen since the bloodbath. They could be anywhere, doing anything.

And then it hits me. There are only seven of us left. I return to the cave with the water bottle and grin at Mako as I go to our backpacks to add the tablets to the water. “They’re going to interview our people.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Top eight,” I say, still smiling, opening the box of tablets. “Bring out the friends and family. Well, top seven, actually, since Tychus took out that other girl… Oh no.”

“What?” Mako is on his feet and at my side in a second. “What’s wrong?”

Silently, I hold up the second empty box of tablets.

His face sinks. “That’s not good at all.”

Before Elsie and Merritt said they’d gotten some, I’ve never heard of a tribute getting water-purifying tablets from a sponsor. I suspect that’s one of their ways to keep the Games from going on forever. If we can’t get drinkable water, we’ll get desperate fast, and then we’ll start fighting each other for anything we can get. It would sure speed things up if Mako and I were to now find ourselves without drinking water.

“We could boil it, you know, like how you purify salt water if you’re desperate.” Mako says, though from his tone I can tell he already knows what I’m going to say.

“The only one of the many items we need for it that we have is the pot.” I take a deep breath. “We’ve got two bottles. That’ll last a while if we’re careful. Enough time to plan the best course of action, figure out who’s most likely to have a way to get clean water, find them, and kill them.”

But as the day drags on, we realize that, for all we know, no one has a way to purify water. It would explain three tributes slugging it out by the river, being watched (and finished off) by a fourth, who did seem very interested in taking anything he could find off their bodies.

“Maybe that’s why Tychus killed Seven. Maybe she had some tablets. Or maybe they were running low and with her dead that’s one less person to share water with,” Mako says. “But if that’s the case, why wouldn’t he go back and kill Taffeta right away and then not have to share with anyone? Or kill her before he left? No, the cannon always sets everyone on edge, so he would’ve had to wait until after. But then why hasn’t he done it yet?”

As Mako settles in for bed that night, I add the twelfth tally to the wall and scratch an X under Six, Seven, and Eight. We are no nearer to figuring out who has water, and we have only one bottle left. I am tempted to just drink some of the river water. Maybe it’s fine. But maybe it isn’t. It’s just as likely to be full of some horrible bacteria or something as it is to be drinkable.

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The next morning I double-check my math from the night before. I don’t exactly trust my brain in matters of math while on watch, but I am confident I am right. I leave the cave and find Mako starting a fire. He plans on trying to boil the water and seeing what happens. I don’t approve of this plan, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Happy birthday, old man,” I pat him on the back as I walk by.

He snorts. “Thanks. Never thought I’d live to see nineteen.”

“Well you’re sure cutting it close with this whole water thing, but you’ve made it.”

We spend the day sitting in the shade of the trees, eating blackberries, drinking as little as humanly possible, and trying to come up with a plan. Finally, while the anthem plays the end of another deathless day, we decide to go after the Careers.

The next morning, we pack everything in the backpacks and hide them up trees. We scatter our firewood back around the tree patch and dump the coals out of the pot, which we then smear with mud and hide up another tree. We eat a breakfast of only blackberries because the rest of the food we have is dried or salty or both, which in no way helps our dehydration situation. Finnick hasn’t sent us anything since the binoculars, but I am kind of glad about this because I am sure bread, especially the sweet stuff, would make me thirstier than I already am. Though I wish I had something to eat other than blackberries.

We each take only one spear, hiding the other four in a hollowed-out fallen tree. Having run out of ways to delay the inevitable, we each take a last sip of water and start across the plains toward the cornucopia. We don’t even know if the Careers are there, but we don’t know where else to start.

Halfway to the cornucopia, a tiny parachute lands in front of us.

I open the box. Inside, wrapped in some sort of thin paper to keep it from bouncing around and breaking, is a vial about as big as my thumb with an eye-dropper lid. I stare at it, confused, then hold it out to Mako.

He snatches the vial and twists the lid off so desperately I’m afraid he’s going to drop the whole thing, spilling its precious contents, whatever they are. I only know they are precious because the Games have been going almost two weeks and the vial is small, both of which point to it being very expensive. But Mako does not spill any of it. He holds the eye dropper under his nose and takes a delicate sniff, then smiles.

“We can go back,” he says. “We’re good. Let’s go back.” And he turns and starts back toward the cave.

I jog after him. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s for water. I forget the name, but they’re drops. You just put a couple in, let the water sit for half an hour or so, and you’re good to go. Just like tablets. But this should last us,” he holds it up to the sun, gauging how full it is, “ten days or so, probably.”

I let out a sigh I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Thanks, Finnick.”

“And thanks to whoever paid for this. We owe you one.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Four more days pass. By my count it is the seventeenth day of the Games. Unprecedented. And I am getting tired of fish, blackberries, and buffalo jerky. Finnick hasn’t sent anything since the drops for the water. In fairness, I can’t remember any Hunger Games lasting this long. I can’t imagine the price of a bag of crackers, let alone some cream cheese rolls. It’s a good thing we don’t need medicine or anything crazy like that.

Fires are becoming commonplace. Every day we see three or four scattered around the arena, never in the same place twice. I think we all have the same idea: lure the others to us, fight them on home soil. It’s weird to think of the little patch of trees and the cave as our home, but I’ve grown quite attached to this place.

The next day we hear shouting on the plain, but never a cannon.

“I wonder what the people at home said about us,” I say that night as we put out the fire and gather the coals in our pot.

“All good things I’m sure,” Mako says. “I’m more curious who they talked to. Our parents, obviously.”

“Jade and Coral.”

“The fishing crews.” He laughs. “Can you imagine old Reefer on every screen in Panem?”

I snort. “Maybe they got him and Rizz at the same time.”

“And both drunk, if we’re lucky.”

Still chuckling, I crawl into the sleeping bag and drift off.

The night is uneventful. Mako says that a few buffalo have been wandering around the trees when he wakes me, but nothing worth worrying about. They’ve always left us alone in the past.

My watch passes just as quietly. In the morning there are several sets of hoofprints on the shore and around our fire pit area.

Mako rebuilds the fire, then wades out into the river until he’s up to his knees. We’ve had more luck spearfishing than regular fishing.

“I think I’ll go get more firewood,” I call, already heading into the trees.

“Sounds good. Don’t go too far.”

“I won’t.”

I wander through the trees. We’ve picked the area clean of fallen branches, so we actually have to cut firewood now, which is difficult with only a knife. But the work is better than staring at the fire all day.

I am on my way back to the shore with an armload of firewood and a precarious grip on my spear when I notice how quiet it is. How quiet it has been. It’s been several minutes since I heard any birds. I walk around the blackberry patch on the edge of the trees. The branches fall softly to the ground. I open my mouth, but the only sound is the sword slicing through Mako’s neck.

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wayfinderlegacy · 1 year

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Saris: I’m an idiot. Theron: Nesha: Lana: Zalea: Sorrel: Theron: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

#Incorrect Quotes #Kryys'ari'sahrin #Theron Shan #Nesha Khaa #Lana Beniko #Naaz'ale'alise #Ramos'orr'elis

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memurfevur-archive · 1 year

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ya know sometimes im inclined to kill off characters because i dont use them!

but the problem is now i thinking up of so many dynamics now that said character is DEAD

liahne!!!! liahne couldve gotten along with so many people! Shuska, Avonis, Kulsot obviously, hell maybe Akidis and co too like

I wouldn’t say Liahne is my most friendly and approaching Troll but she’s much more calm and friendly than a bunch of others that I have. She is literally a cottage core bisexual who is so so patient with people and lowkey misses her days at the caverns caring for kids. Tht said she wouldn’t have traded her experiences for the world. Well, except for Omnius... ya know...

If you had any problems you could come to her and she’d willingly listen to what you had to say. She’d make you tea or lemonade and comfort you and she wouldn’t think twice about it. But she’s not a pushover and she’s not really someone who lets people walk over her. She is, however, self sacrificial and would rather Fix Problems Herself rather than letting anyone else help if she thinks their help is unnecessary-- which we saw how well THAT went when she went to kill Omnius and failed so, so miserably.

Liahne is still around on the blog, but as a ghost now. But because she’s a ghost I feel like I very much limited her ability to interact with people. But then again I aimed to kill her off for good, the only logical reason why she’s around is because I have friends with characters who love her and ghosts have already been a pre-established thing in my lore for a long time. So did I really kill her off? LOL

But ugh. yes. i am thinking about hypotheticals. Liahne and Avonis could have EASILY known each other because they were from the same cavern!! But in canon ofc they didn’t interact and ofc they don’t actually know each other because Avonis is not an auxiliatrix like Piomor and Liahne were, so his responsibilities and social group were different. Liahne and Shuska I think would have been fun if only I had the brain for it before I killed her gfdlgfdg. I think her and Shuska are very similar, that is all. Her and Akidis I’m ??? about but I can see it. Similar enough I think but different in approach. I would say Akidis is more patient than Liahne for sure not to mention Akidis is my WIFE and Liahne is not (takes every opportunity i can to shower akidis with love, gods i love her GODS I LOVE HER -froths at the mouth- )

Not to mention uhhh lowkey shipped her mentally with some other characters but Liahne’s a bit complicated when it comes to quadrants o+<

oh god Piomor doesnt even know shes dead... that was Piomor’s little girl ;-; her kid, her apprentice, her pride and joy ough UGH -feral noises-

#Liahne Zaleae #muntalks

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eldritchlovestory · 1 year

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I Fell In Love With An Eldritch Deity And Now I'm Kinda Into It

Master List

tw: eldritch horror, paranoia, scopophobia, claustrophobia, blood

Chapter One

All anyone could hear were screams. People's sanity hung from a single thread. Parents turned on children, and corpses littered the streets with blood pouring out, coating the roads a sapphire hue. All the while, a dark, ominous figure loomed over the people. Beady eyes seeming to follow from all angles, the tentacles, resembling that of a squid, rained down from the fog and grabbed unsuspecting people.

The fire seemed to rain down, and the inhabitants of the planet cried out that it was the end of days. They were praying to their lord to save them. Their prayers fell on deaf ears as the only lord left for them to worship was slowly consuming their planet and all they held dear. After what felt like a millennium the planet Zalea ceased to exist…

The dimly lit thrift store left a musky smell as I went. I browsed the items, but nothing really stood out to me. I seemed to be the only one in the store, which put my racing mind at ease. Large crowds have always made me uneasy, the amount of people makes me feel like I’m constantly being watched. The chattering of people always tended to overload my senses, causing me to panic. Marty’s Thrift was always empty on Sundays, which led me to spend more time exploring each shelf. At times I would get lost searching for something that I didn't even know I wanted.

Peering from shelf to shelf, I got sick of staring at cheap glass jars that people seem to give away in mass. Something in the back of my mind begged me to look at the books. Which for me was strange as I had never really had an interest in reading. Nevertheless, I approached the bookshelves as if I were a connoisseur of the literary arts.

I stared at the bookshelf that lay before me. I ran my finger along the spines of countless books that I had no interest in. I never was a fan of romance and mysteries just bored me to death before I even got through one chapter. It was the strangest feeling, like I was a magnet being pulled toward one section of the shelf. My gaze searched among the unorganized books landing on the one book that slightly stood out.

It was a baby blue children's diary, with a heart lock on the front. The gold trim is embroidered on the cover in a slight floral pattern. The kind you find most children carrying after their school's book sale. I inspected the lock, it looked cheap at first but upon closer inspection, the gold metal of the lock seemed to be high quality. My head began to spin, something wasn’t right. There was this deep, unsettling urge for me to open this book. One problem…there was no key in sight.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of paranoia washed over me. Like something was watching from afar. Fear took control and I quickly placed the diary back on the shelf as if I had been holding hot coals. I left the store in a hurry wanting nothing more than to feel alone again and to clear myself of this strange feeling.

Except it only grew worse. All I could think about once I got home was that damned diary and the feeling it brought. It felt like I was going mad as I laid in bed. My mind was filled with unexplained thoughts of cruelty and despair. I spent sleepless night after sleepless night doing anything I could to cure my mind of the thoughts that invaded my consciousness to no avail. Any thought was scrubbed out by the image of that diary.

I had to get that diary!

#original story #love story #eldritch #dnd #horror #oc #monster romance #monster #creature #romance #romantic #lovers

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azaeleatheazurewolf · 1 year

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something something nothing. presence and absence. life and the lack of it. love and the lack of it.

#zaleas zone

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amor-immortalem · 1 year

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Razor Blades and Rubber Bands ch.1

Content warning just to be safe: self-harm (cutting) and a pretty vicious one-sided fight between siblings.

It’s just a typical weekend afternoon in the House of Lamentation. Having lost a card game with his sister, Aurelius is left working on both his and Azalea’s chores. He’s just finished up with the laundry and was in the process of putting all the clothes away.

“I swear, I’m never playing another round of poker with her ever again,” the 19-year-old grumbles to himself as he sets the heavy laundry basket on her bed- an obvious lie. She always managed to twist his arm into playing every time with the temptation that he might just win this time if he took the gamble.

“Her schedule sure is packed though,” he says as he looks up at the giant calendar plastered on the wall facing her bed. “No wonder that nerd has no social life… all these tutoring sessions at school- I hope she’s at least getting paid for them.”

As he turns to leave, Aurelius spots an unusual box sitting on her nightstand. It’s not very big but it does look like it might hold something valuable hidden in it. It activates his sin- urging him to know what kind of treasure his twin was hiding and take it for himsef- knowing her, it was probably just some junk that one of her magpies had brought to her like a shiny rock or something lame like that.

“Just a tiny peek won’t hurt anything, right? Just to gauge it’s worth?” The teen flips the top of the box open and is disappointed to find only rusty razor blades and loose rubber bands hidden inside. “That sucks. There’s only junk in here… why’s she even keeping stuff like this? The rubber bands I get but razor blades? What gives?”

Aurelius wracks his brain for any reason Azalea might keep these rusty old things when the faint smell of her blood invades his senses. He picks one of the old blades and inspects it closer.

“Oh… Oh no…” he’s torn at what to do when he comes to the realization that she’s been cutting herself. Should he tell his parents? Of course he should- logically that’s the only right answer- but then it would become this whole big ordeal. Not to mention her trust in him would be shattered and she’d be absolutely pissed that he went snooping around her room.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek as he thinks, the half-demon sets the box back exactly where he’d found it. Perhaps he can reason with her privately and this wouldn’t have to get back to their parents- have one of those good ol’ sibling heart-to-hearts that media likes to portray fixing everything.

・・・〆・・・

Just a few more minutes, Azalea thinks to herself. Just a few more minutes and I’ll be able to blow this pop stand and get back to my room.

The afternoon had proven to be more stressful than the 19-year old had thought. She’d been holed up in RAD’s library tutoring some classmates that were performing less than favorably on their tests in arithmetic and as the class’s top student, the white-and-black haired girl took it upon herself to help these losers raise their grades so it wouldn’t give their class a bad rap.

She looks at the clock and has never been more thankful for 3 o’clock to get here.

“Alright, that about does it for today. Don’t forget about the test in physics next Thursday- y’all better pass or your asses are grass. Got it?” She says while snapping a rubber band against her wrist.

The trio of students nod quickly as they pack up their belongs while Azalea books it for the exit.

・・・〆・・・

The walk home went well enough with no one stopping her on the street for anything. She had just a few more steps and then she’d be back to her room. Just a few more steps until…

“Zalea. We need to talk.”

Damnit!

“Not now, Aurelius, I’m busy. Don’t you got more chores to do or somethin’?”

“You don’t look very busy and no, I finished the whole list of things you gave me to do plus my own chores on top of it. Now like I said, we need to talk.”

“Fiiiiine,” the older half-demon groans, “what do ya want?”

“Well, I found this,” he preforms a simple summoning and suddenly the small box from her nightstand is sitting in his palm.

“Okay and…?” His sister looks unamused. “It’s just a box- a box that belongs to me, might I add. Give it back.”

“It’s what’s in the box, dumbass. The razor blades more specifically.”

“My birds brought ‘em to me cuz they were shiny and pretty at the time. Don’t your ravens do the same for you?”

“No, they don’t” Aurelius frowns. “and I’m having a hard time believing that you’re just collecting them for no reason- not when they reek of your blood. You’re using these to cut yourself somewhere aren’t you?”

“Wha- you- that’s insane for you to think I’m hurting myself.” She knows she’s been caught. Now, how does she lie herself out of this and get her beloved razor blades back?

“Well aren’t you?” There’s an expectant look on his face- like he’s expecting her to just come out and say it, “Just admit it because you can’t lie your way out of this one, Azalea.”

“Give me my box back, Aurelius! Why were you even going through my stuff anyway!?” Azalea makes a grab for the box but her brother, being just a couple inches taller than her, is holding it just out of her reach.

“No! I’m not letting you hurt yourself anymore!” With some quick thinking, the 19-year-old mutters a spell and the box disappears into a pocket dimension that he keeps his most treasured items in.

“You asshole, where’d you even send them?!”

“Nowhere you can get to them,” Aurelius smirks before he’s throwing his arms up to block a punch from his twin.

And Azalea doesn’t stop at one punch. She’s angry, she needed those razor blades. They were her favorites. She has to have them and she has to have them now.

“Give. Them. Back!” Each word is accentuated by a punch or a kick- practically rag-dolling her brother around as she continues the beat down until he’s bloodied and bruised.

At the rate she’s going, she’ll ruin his modeling career but she can’t bring herself to care. He took something from her, so she’ll take the most important thing in his life from him.

The minute he strikes back to defend himself, she grabs his wrist and hurls him across the House of Lamentation’s entrance hall where he smashes into one of the stone gargoyles that face each other. It breaks apart at the head and Aurelius is left gasping for breath as Azalea steps on his face, grinding the entirety of the right half into the sharp stone debris and drags it back and forth to make sure the rubble would leave scars. If he survived this, she would make sure he remembered just why he shouldn’t mess with her stuff.

She’s only stopped when Zulima, having just walked in on this nightmare scenario, uses her entire body to separate the two of them. Melissa and Solaris, who had also just come through the door with their older cousin immediately do their best to heard Azalea away into the common room as they beg her to calm down while Zulima is busy tending to Aurelius who currently is unresponsive.

Instead of going with Melissa and Solaris, Azalea just storms off to her room, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.

The three younger half-demons all stare at each other with worry in their eyes before Zulima orders one of them to call for emergency services and the other to get a hold of their aunt and uncle.

・・・〆・・・

Azalea needs to calm down. She knows this. Her reaction was over the top but all she could see at the time was red. She snaps the rubber band around her wrist until it breaks in a feeble attempt at grounding herself but it didn’t work.

She needs to cut. Only the pain can bring her back to her senses right now. It’s a good thing she has back up razor blades hidden in key spots around her room.

The white-and-black-haired girl throws open one of her desk drawers, fumbling around in it until she finds what she’s looking for. Quickly tying up her shirt, she presses the tiny blade to the skin of her left side.

No, she thinks to herself just before she can draw blood, that would be the wrong move. Everyone’s downstairs right now- they’ll find out for sure once they smell the blood.

But what’s the right move? Where can she go?

“I have to get out of here. I can’t stay here after what I did.” She grabs as many outfits that she stuff into a duffle bag. As she’s packing and trying to figure out where she should go. She’s reminded of something her father had said a couple months back.

‘I think you’d make it up there just fine.’

That’s it! The human world! That’s where she’ll go. She can disappear up there and no one will ever find her.

There’s a witch she’s heard of living far out in the wilderness of the Devildom- someone who can travel freely between the realms. Azalea doesn’t care just what it costs her, but she has to get out of the Devildom as quick as possible.

・・・〆・・・

Hours later, after everything was all said and done, Aurelius is resting peacefully in the hospital. He’d suffered countless injuries from his sister’s attack- the most worrying of them being the fractures to his skull, the three crushed ribs, and the collapsed lung.

Mammon and Arella are in complete shock. While they were known to pick on each other from time to time, Azalea and Aurelius had never once fought on a scale quite like this before.

“Why would she do this?” The human frowns as she paces around the room, “I thought- no, Azalea was getting better. She hasn’t attacked anyone in months- not even when she was attacked first. For her to be so brutal-“

“He took something from her-” Mammon’s voice is quiet. “Something that holds so much value to her that she’d even kill to get it back.”

That was the one rule in their house that Mammon was overly-strict about. They were to never steal anything from each other. Especially not if the item in question held value to its owner.

“Think about it, Hon. All of our children are overly possessive about the things that belong to them. Azalea may not satisfy her sin through material objects like the boys do but what’s hers is hers and taking it would mean the paying the ultimate price. Until whatever that item is gets returned, Aurelius won’t be safe in the dorm. She’ll keep going after him until she has it back.”

“Then we’ll return it.” Her voice sounds anxious as she grips the rail of the hospital bed. “When Aurelius wakes up, we’ll find out what he took and return it for him. Then the problem will resolve itself.”

Mammon nods but doesn’t say anything in return, his mouth still drawn in a thin line. It crosses his mind that perhaps the item in question was part of a larger issue.

Ever since that time he’d forced his daughter to babysit her youngest brother, he’d had his suspicions that she’d been harming herself somehow. Perhaps Aurelius had taken whatever she was using to hurt herself, disposed of it, and threatened to tell their parents. That would explain the severity of the attack- why she damn-near mauled him to death over it.

“You stay with Aurelius for now, Arella. I’m gonna track down Azalea. I got something I wanna ask her about that’s separate from this whole incident anyway.”

He walks out of the room without waiting for the human’s reply.

・・・〆・・・

It’s already nightfall by time Azalea reaches where the witch’s hut should be. She looks around, but she doesn’t see anything- the cloud cover obscuring the moonlight doesn’t help matters much either.

“Did I go the wrong way?” The teen mumbles to herself as the ground starts quaking beneath her feet. Something big was coming. “The fuck is-!”

Out of the corner of her eye, she see it. A small cottage set atop of two very large chicken legs is booking it through the forest and she’s right in its path.

For a minute, the half-demon freezes- too surprised that this witch could even live in a house that was constantly moving like that in the first place. It isn’t until her brain processes that she’s about to be crushed that she actually does something about it and takes off running.

Scaling to the top of a couple trees before they’re uprooted, Azalea is able to launch herself up onto what looks like the front porch, landing with a loud “oof.”

The cottage screeches to a halt, nearly throwing her off if she hadn’t grabbed the door handle at the last possible second. Once she’s sure everything has come to a stop, the tanned female lets out the biggest relieved sigh as she slumps to the ground. She has only a moment’s rest before the door is being swung open.

“Who dares disturb the my foraging?!” A young woman’s voice booms as her crystal colored eyes scan the porch.

Azalea can only stare up at her, tongue-tied. She was expecting someone decrepit, not this girl who looked to be maybe just a tad older than herself.

“D-down here.” He cheeks flush from embarrassment at how small her voice sounds.

Crystal-blue-hued eyes drift downward until they land on the cambion’s disheveled form and the witch lets a wolfish grin cross her face that makes the 19-year-old’s heart flutter.

“You’ve got some type of nerve to interrupt my harvesting, little demon… I like it. Come inside.”

She extends her hand to the girl and Azalea takes it.

・・・〆・・・

To be continued

A/N: before anyone asks, yes, the witch’s hut was meant to be a reference to the Baba Yaga’s hut. The imagery of a hut on chicken legs just kills me especially if I imagine it hauling ass through the forest.

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