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studioghibelli · 3 months

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three’s a party- a joel x tess x reader story

summary: joel knows you, his pretty little girlfriend, has always harbored sexual feelings for tess. he can’t help but oblige you on your birthday.

warnings: joel watches you and tess fuck, he basically gets cucked by tess, porn with no plot, bisexual reader, smut (f on f action, f & m receiving oral, tribbing, unprotected sex, very brief sir kink, light mentions of choking, spiting, daddy kink, dirty talk, use of the word whore and slut, dom!tess, sub!reader, kind of sub!joel (?), threesome)

notes: this is pure filth. i love it. mdni, or else!!! (not spell checked or edited….. sorry besties)

The room was damp, and smelled mildly of mildew.

Outside, the rush of dusk had plastered the night sky in shades of navy and onyx, no light inside the little square room except the dangling bulb which swung from the ceiling, a flickering twinge of gold illuminating the four corners with every sway of the string.

The mattress was old and stale, the coils squeaking with every movement, and to the side, a tattered arm chair the color of the earth rested without movement. Sitting on the dirty cover was Joel Miller, the man who had been responsible for orchestrating this night. And now there he was, watching his girl moan and writhe with pleasure, her legs pushed back by the hands of his work partner, Tess.

You didn’t have to ask Joel or say anything outright for him to notice that desire which lingered in your eyes each time you saw Tess. The way you would suck your bottom lip between in your teeth when her chest brushed against yours, the way you would let out a quiet sigh every time her fingers pushed a strand of hair from your face.

Joel Miller wasn’t an idiot.

It was the end of the world, and he didn’t mind sharing you. Well, not with Tess, anyways. He trusted her and loved her like family, but if anyone else tried to get funny with you, he’d have their head served up on a silver platter just for you, à la John the Baptist style.

When your birthday rolled around the corner, he knew just what he had to do for his pretty babydoll: indulge you- In the one way he knew you’d like best.

It took some convincing with Tess.

“I don’t want you trying to kill me for touching your girl.” She had joked, arms crossed as she stared at him plainly. “Are you sure she wants this?”

“‘Course she does. You ain’t dumb. She ‘bout loses her mind every time you get close to her.” They shared a laugh, and Tess soon agreed.

But with you, well, it took no convincing at all. You about jumped out of your skin with excitement when he brought the idea up, happily complying to the plan he had in mind. You trusted him deeply, more than anyone else on the earth, and knew he would always take good care of you.

And now you were here, in this situation. On the two decades’ old mattress with Tess’ tongue swirling circles around your clit, lapping at your soaked cunt as though you were the last thing she would ever taste. From the corner of your eye you saw Joel, sitting and watching you with his lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed and face void of any emotion. If he didn’t have a massive boner tenting the fabric of his jeans, you would have wondered if he was growing angry.

No. No anger there. Not an ounce of it.

Your hands clenched the fabric of the cotton sheets tightly within your fists, nails tearing at the seams as the woman you had craved for so long lapped up every drop of your wetness. You were in Heaven, her skilled tongue exploring every inch of you that cried out. She hadn’t missed a spot on your clit, flicking it and slurping incessantly, until you were putty in her hands, for her to play with freely.

Tess pulled away, middle finger sinking deep into your tight hole. She looked up, an arrogant smirk crossing her lips, and relished in the quiet mewl you let out for her.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you pretty girl?”

You whimpered in response, hips bucking up as she flicked her finger just right, tapping up against your g-spot. Your thighs quivered.

“Tess!” You cried out. “Please.”

“No, no, no.” She climbed on top of you, naked cunt straddling your thigh, ring and middle finger now sunk deep into your entrance. Tess leaned forward, lips brushing against your ear, tongue licking a stripe against that sensitive patch of skin that always made you shiver. “You call me daddy.”

With wide eyes your neck snapped towards Joel, who was still watching you wordlessly, eyes dark, hands resting on the arms of the chair. He didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, didn’t make any sort of move. He only watched, like a statue stuck in place, eyes on you, and you only.

Tess began to grind herself against your thigh, a soft groan leaving her, before she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. “Not him. Me. Eyes on me.” The blunt edge of her nails sunk into your skin, and you felt her knee gently brush against your clit.

“Need you.” You begged breathlessly. “Need you.”

“Need me how? Tell daddy. What do you need from me, baby?” She cooed softly to you, her words dripping with a faux sense of worry. Behind her closed lips, you heard a faint snicker. Tess was getting off on this. She was getting off on seeing you beg, on seeing you come- quite literally- undone.

“Rub your pussy on mine, please….” A few beats passed before you spoke again. “Daddy.”

Tess grinned down at you, pushing your legs back before lowering herself, her pretty pink cunt pressed flush against yours.

Joel grunted. It was the first time he had made any noise. You glanced over at him, gently extending your hand. “Joel?” You called out softly, beckoning him forward. He wasted no time making his way to you, crouching down by the bed as he grasped your hand, plush lips pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m here, darlin’. Right here.”

“Stay right here. Stay.” You whispered.

You looked down at Tess’ pussy on yours. She kept her pubic hair short, yet it was still there, and it looked damn good on her. Her clit was bigger than yours, sticking out from her folds in a way that made your mouth water. Pink and pretty, dripping just from pleasing you. Your hips bucked up at the feeling, completely involuntarily.

Tess looked down at your connected cunts, and slowly dragged her clit up and down between your folds, her hands pressed flat against your thighs as she watched, lip stuck between her teeth.

“God, you’re fucking soaked. She get this wet for you, Texas?” Arrogance dripped from her words.

“Wetter.” He grunted, arrogance matching hers, with his eyes burning right into your face. You turned your head to look at Joel, and he gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“So good. So fucking good.” You whined. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, rough hand cupping your cheek.

“Such a good girl, you know that? Takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ. Yeah, that’s my good girl. Such a good slut for your daddies, ain’t ya?” His voice was low and deep in your ear, for you only.

You looked at Tess, feeling her own clit circling yours. You gasped out softly, her throbbing button slowly poking through your folds, barely penetrating you, but doing so just enough that you felt that familiar tingle of arousal shoot up your body. Tess lowered her hand, flicking your nipple, before her calloused fingers dragged down the softness of your belly, finding your clit and pinching it lightly.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” She purred, thumb rolling circles into your bud. “You’re wet as a fucking waterfall. Such a cute pussy, too. You know that? So fucking tight and pink, I might just steal you from Joel, make you mine.”

A low growl of annoyance came from beside you. “Watch it Tess.” He warned.

She giggled a girlish giggle, her pussy dragging up and down against yours. “Just kidding. No need to get your cock in a knot, Miller.”

You whined as she grinded against you, her wetness seeping in to your own. “I think I’m gonna cum on this little pussy of yours.”

Joel tightened his grip on your hand, leaning forward and kissing your temple, right where your sweat was gathering. You were whining and squirming, your orgasm right there, yet still so far away. You looked at your boyfriend, and he kissed you deeply, hand slowly moving to your throat where he held you in place, his tongue slipping between your lips. You moaned at the taste of his spit, hips bucking in to Tess’, her throbbing clit pressing against your own.

“God fucking damn.” You heard her groan, feeling her arousal dripping down your own thighs. You reached towards her, free hand finding her chest, pinching and twisting her nipple. You guided her chest closer to yours, pulling away from Joel’s mouth to meet hers. Tess kissed you hungrily, with a passion you were sure only a woman could ever carry.

Her nipples pressed into yours, brushing against one another as she fucked you with her cunt, up and down, the wanton noises of your wet slick filling the air. Your pussy was desperate to clench around something, clit tingling at the feeling of her friction. She shoved her tongue down your throat, sweaty body melding to yours, as she grunted and groaned into your throat.

You felt Tess shake with her own orgasm, grunting out your name as she pulled away from your mouth and grabbed the headboard, slowly rolling her hips into your own, staring at your connected pussies, watching the strings of cum tie her folds to your own. Milly white and dripping, she watched her folds fall open as she dragged them down your throbbing clit, moaning out at the sight.

She looked at Joel. “You want to make her cum, or me?”

“Why not both?” The smirk was evident in his voice. You moaned out in annoyance when she got off of you, annoyed at the lack of contact on your clit.

“Don’t worry, angel.” Joel murmured, nibbling at your ear lobe. “She’s gonna make you cum real nice. Then your real daddy is gonna fuck you nice and dumb.”

“Oh.” You moaned out softly at his words, tangling your hand in his curls. “Yes sir.” You murmured softly, and Joel let out a throaty chuckle, his lips attaching to your neck.

As your eyes fluttered close at the feeling of Joel sucking on your skin, your felt your legs being pushed up, and you were soon met with the feeling of Tess’ lips wrapping around your sensitive bud. She dipped her fingers into your soaked pussy, tasting her own cum and your arousal heavy on her tongue.

“You’re a fucking bastard for keeping this pussy away from me for so long, Miller. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tried.” She continued licking at your clit, eyes slowly dragging to meet yours, now half open and heavy with arousal. “Ain’tcha, baby? So fucking sweet. Here, have a taste.” She dragged her fingers from your folds, reaching up towards your lips until you were sucking on them.

You moaned, her cum sweet and salty in your mouth. You continued sucking on them, slowly looking at Joel with a flicker of playfulness sparkling in your eyes. You treated her two digits like a cock, bobbing slowly, eyes never leaving your boyfriends. You finally pulled away with a pop, and Joel groaned out.

“Enough.” He growled, standing up and shoving his jeans down. His cock sprung out, and he pressed his tip against your lips. “Suck. Now.” He demanded.

You whined out as Tess removed her lips from your clit, instead opting to tease your folds, her tongue shoving deep inside of you. You leaned forward towards Joel’s dick, wrapping your lips around it as he grabbed your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours. His free hand reached down, gently rubbing the side of your head.

“That’s it. Suck this cock off, babydoll. Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.” His hips stuttered against you as you took him inch by inch, his tip reaching the back of your throat. You gagged softly, pulling ever so softly away, before beginning to bob up and down, your tongue swirling against the veined underside of his length.

Between your legs, Tess was slurping up your wetness, and when her lips attached to your clit again, you knew your orgasm was soon approaching. How you had lasted for so long was beyond you, you had no clue. You shivered against her pretty face, hips bucking as she returned to fingering you. That, mixed with the feeling of her lips on your clit, did your head in.

You cried out against Joel’s cock, which twitched in your mouth at the sound of your pleasure, your climax hitting you like a double decker bus. It felt so good, in fact, tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes.

You tried to focus on his cock, but you only got sloppier, tongue wild against his dick as you bucked your hips and clenched around her fingers, panting like a bitch in heat at the feeling of your orgasm.

“Get away from her, Joel.”

He grunted in annoyance, nonetheless obeying. Tess laid down on the bed, wiping her shining mouth off with the back of her hand, and patted her lap. “Sit.” She ordered you. Crawling over, you sat on her lap, your back pressed against her chest. “Joel, fuck her.”

A smirk spread across his face, and he positioned himself between your legs, pushing into you in one swift motion, right to the hilt. You moaned out. Tess’ hand crept to your neck, and as she grabbed it, she tilted your head back.

“Open your mouth, baby. Want you to taste yourself.” You leaned your head back against her shoulder, opening your mouth. Tess spit on to your tongue, the taste of your mixed cum and her spit sliding down your throat. You moaned at the flavor.

Joel filled you and stretched you good. He always had. It was like his cock was built specifically for your pussy.

“So fuckin’ good, angel.” He mumbled, his hands dragging up and down your sides. Joel’s thrusts were sloppy, and you knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

“We promised her two orgasms, Texas.” Tess purred. “So you better not cum fast.”

He panted out in annoyance, cheeks reddening as his arousal climbed and clawed up his body, his throat growing raw with desire. Joel’s palms dug into your hips, where he held you down in place against the mattress.

You could feel Tess’ wet cunt against your ass, and slowly her hands began to massage into your skin, until she reached your pussy once more.

“That pretty little clit is just begging for attention, isn’t it?” She whispered in your ear, biting down on your skin. “Should I oblige her?”

“Yes.” You begged.

Her hand came smacking down against your pussy, the sudden feeling causing you to jolt. “Yes what?” She asked lowly.

“Yes daddy.”

Joel groaned at the sound, the tip of his cock pressing against that spot each time he thrust. You weren’t sure how long you would last if he continued his thrusts, especially with Tess’ fingers exploring your pussy.

“That’s a good, good girl.” She began rubbing slow, deep circles against your clit, her hand still tight around your throat. “You really are such a sweet thing.”

You breathed out a jumble of syllables in response, feeling Joel’s fingers gently work at your nipples.

“My sweet thing.” He whispered, and your eyes fluttered open to look at him. Your eyes met, and a shared smile spread across your faces. Joel reached down, gently pressing his palm to your cheek. A shared moment of intimacy in an otherwise heinous, ungodly, sexually depraved scene. Your hand gently wrapped itself around the back of his, pressing him closer to your skin.

“So sweet.” Tess mumbled dryly, sarcastically, and you felt her mouth connect against your neck. You moaned out, and she grinned. “Just a dumb little fuck toy at the end of the day, aren’t you?”

You nodded, legs parting even further as your second orgasm loomed. Joel’s cock twitched inside you, and he leaned forward until he was pressed against you, his face resting in the crook of your neck.

“I-I’m gonna cum again.” You whined, Tess’ skillful fingers still working your clit.

“What about you, Texas?” Tess asked, her lips still working the skin of your neck.

“Please.” He growled through gritted teeth.

“Fine.” She finally gave permission, albeit rather dismissively.

Joel buried himself as deep as he could inside of you, spilling his seed with a loud growl, teeth clenching down on to your shoulder as you shared your orgasm. Waves of pleasure rolled over you, and you wrapped your arms around Joel, holding on to him as tightly as you could. Your belly clenched, clit growing sensitive as Tess carried you through your high, her fingers still rubbing up and down your sensitive nub.

Joel slowly pulled away, but Tess kept rubbing.

“Please.” You whimpered, more tears pooling in your eyes. “Too sensitive.” You tried to push her hand away, but Joel grabbed ahold of your wrist, planting a kiss to your forehead.

“Let her, babydoll. Let her use that pussy.” He whispered. As your over-sensitive clit was toyed with, Joel leaned forward, forehead resting on yours.

You whined breathlessly at that raw, burning feeling which cascaded through you, mixed with the coveted feeling of pleasure as Tess rubbed. Joel’s nose brushed into yours, his eyes boring in to your own.

“That’s my babydoll. Taking it so good. You’re such a good girl for me.” He whispered, gently pressing a series of mini-kisses into your mouth. “For us.” He corrected himself, which Tess moaned in agreement too.

“Thank you.” You moaned out earnestly, kissing him once more. You felt your belly tightening once more.

“Third one’s always the easiest.” Tess snickered, rubbing your clit between her index and thumb. “‘Specially when you’re just a pretty little fuck thing.”

Joel stared into your eyes, a grin gleaming over his lips, as your third and final orgasm washed over you. As you came, his name chanted from your mouth, and you collapsed into Tess’ chest, bodies sweaty and hot.

Joel pulled you in to his arms, cradling you to his chest as Tess threw on her shirt. She grinned at the both of you.

“Pretty cute together, y’know.” She admitted, running a hand through her hair. “Was this a good birthday?”

You let out a soft laugh, slowly coming to your senses as you nodded. “The best one I’ve ever had.”

Tess mirrored your own laugh, and you watched her fingers as she buckled her belt. “Let’s do it again sometime?”

As Joel kissed your neck, you smiled at her. “We can pretend my birthday is next week?”

The three of you shared a knowing look, and each of you knew what you had gotten yourself in to for the coming days, weeks, months- however long you possibly could. A pit of sexual desire and craving that would probably never be satiated, but none of you really cared.

All you knew is that the three of you had always made a great team, and you know what they say- three’s a party.

“Deal.”

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galactic-cumslut · 1 year

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brave as a noun

first post on my official rick blog ahhh!! this is so exciting,, in honor of this amazing occasion i wrote some cuck!jerry bc i’m a hater

rick is his own warning, oops he's possessive AND a perv??, same old sick shit just a new day, jerry is a cuck (accidentally) , exhibitionism

“let’s get one thing straight right now. she belongs to me jerry and only me. you will keep your grubby little hands off of my personal property” rick spoke in a monotone voice completely void of any emotion. his eyes didn’t leave jerry’s as he continued to bounce y/n on his throbbing cock. it was not an easy task to keep cool his with a pretty thing like that softly mewling in his ear.

poor jerry. he just wanted to take y/n on a nice trip since she’s been ever so helpful with morty’s tutoring. it just seemed like the right thing to do. he was dressed and ready to grab y/n and go.

but instead he was sitting in the most uncomfortable chair in the world trying to keep his eyes glued to the floor as he witnessed his father in law fuck his closest friend. it was as confusing as it was traumatic. jerry didn’t dare leave his seat though. he knew how prone rick was to having sudden outbursts that could turn violent fast.

“i want to hear you say it. she does not belong to you..say it jerry”! he snapped, wrapping his hand around the girls fragile neck.

jerry gulped. “she does not belong to me”. He was actively attempting to ignore the tightness in his pants.

rick appearance softened. he was pleased. “and who does she belong to”?

“you rick. she is all yours”.

seemingly satisfied with the mans answer his expression softened a bit. those onyx black orbs seemed to gaze upon him with kindness instead of malice.

“what do you think darling ? does he deserve my forgiveness ”? rick spoke softly , gripping her waist to keep you in place on his lap.

y/n nodded without hesitation trying to create a satisfactory amount of friction between her and rick

“okay jerry...i will let your actions slide this one time. keep your hands OFF from now on. i’d hate to be forced to create more unnecessary problems between us.”

jerry shook his head. “of course rick. this will not happen ever again”. he got up as fast as he could eager to end this daydream like nightmare. as much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself but he was going to be imaging y/n tonight. and for many nights after.

“you are dismissed. close the door on your way out if you’d be so kind”. rick spoke , using his free hand to gesture towards the exit.

“thank you for your kindness rick. see you at dinner.

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thoughtsafterdark · 3 months

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Fallen Angels

I can sense, rather than hear, the rain pelting hard outside. Can nearly taste its sour, bitter edge. It clangs dully against whining metal, the reverberations worming through my skull, a steady mewl clawing and nesting deep into the folds of my mind. It sinks its hooks in deep, settles there like a festering bruise. Like I lay at the heart of some great, mechanical beast.

The rain falls harder, wind groaning and moaning, walls protesting. In between lashings I see snapshots of you. Like a dream, a sliver of another life, another time. They bloom, warm and pink and familiar, tinged with an ungraspable sense of belonging. Like I have known you always, like knowing you was inevitable, like I will live another thousand lifetimes and in each you will be the same anchor, unflinching. The same mirror to my own pain.

I know you, I think, as you unfold in my mind’s eye. Head cocked to one side, arrogant smirk playing at the corner of a mouth, honey-chestnut curls carelessly brushing a shoulder. All easy charm and lazy confidence draped against a doorframe. All the skin-deep bluster of a broken heart that bleeds too quick, cares too much and cuts too deep. Meant to dazzle and blind and awe, to hide the acrid tang of fear at your core. Fear of failure, of loss. Of disappointment. Of not being enough. I wonder how hard you fight to keep it locked away, if you’d let me see it all. Wonder if your flesh would yield to my teeth easily, like the blushing skin of a crisp apple on a chilly autumn day.

I feel you, I say to myself as I imagine you working. Drenched in oil, muttering under your breath. Mind and hands buzzing with unreleased tension, with too many ideas. Tinkering away at gears and coils, deft fingers adjusting and readjusting, eyebrows scrunched in such a pure and unguarded display of frustration it leaves me breathless and pulls at my chest. And then I imagine you looking up at me, that smile splitting your face in half. So wide your eyes light up and your bronze skin threatens to tear. So earnest and passionate and brimming with untold promise. Dazzling in its brilliance, bright and hot like twin suns in some far off galaxy.

I see you, I think again as you haunt me in my dreams. All quick lipped teases and glittering eyes, brimming with playful challenge yet coiled with something deeper. Something dark, and oily and liquid hot that snakes its way deep into the space and time between us. A thirst, so visceral and fierce it leaves me quaking. For more, for power, for validation. A fury that simmers and broils and scorches, that threatens to devour cities and leave rivers of blood and anguish in its wake. A rage so unbridled it shakes its fist at God, spits in the mouth of his whore of a mother. A boot stamping on all their faces, forever. All those who wronged us, who looked down upon us. I look into your eyes and I know together we could be unstoppable. A prince of darkness and his onyx blade, forged in the depths of hell and destined to find one another. Harbingers of death, usherers of a new age where our names will echo down till the end of time. New gods in a freshly yoked world made in our image. I tear my gaze away, shaking my head, trying to banish the thought. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, yet I still yearn for it.

I ache for you, I whisper to the void, thinking if I just think hard enough, burn hot enough, the quantum web separating us will melt away and I’ll be able to fall into your arms. Cradle your cheek in my hand, tease at the sweat-slicked curls and the achingly familiar scar on your brow. And you’ll look at me with those hazel eyes, sea-foam green and churning, and know me too. And it will be as if we had always been. Souls curling against each other, minds intertwining. Ying and yang, black and white swirling together and spinning like a set of die. Only time will tell which way the stones will fall. If I shall coax you back out to the light or else stand by your side in the sweet dark.

#poetry #creative writing #stream of consciousness #nihilism #anger #love poetry #soulmates

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thebucketpail · 8 months

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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 13

Pt.1 pt.12 Ao3

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Surprisingly, tracking down a ghost (which usually weren't very subtle, much more prone to glowing, yelling, and shooting things) wasn't particularly easy In a city like Gotham. Like come on. There were hundred foot statues everywhere, holding up the roads and buildings alike. The place was practically a maze. One that Danny and Dani were trying, and failing, to navigate when shadowy tendrils pulled them out if the air and into an alley.

It was dark, damp, it smelled bad, and the oppresive shadows were closing in, somehow maming it darker, but Danny wasn't freaking out so neither would Dani. She watched in fascinated horror as the tendril coalesced into a human-ish figure, pulling a gasp from both their throats.

The girl had void black skin with glowing white eyes. She was wearing a leather jacket with an obscene amount of spikes, matching her choker and the hairpiece that kept her onyx hair in a high ponytail. Her chunky combat boots were equally as spiked and intimidating.

If you asked her, Dani would say she totally didn't shrink behind her original, but she totally did.

The only thing about the shadow girl that wasn't intimidating, though it probably should've been, was the way she beamed at Danny like she was exactly the person she wanted to see.

"Phantom!" She shouted after popping her insanely pink bubblegum, "You're just the ghost I wanted to see! Come here." Faster than Dani could blink, she was crushing Danny in a hug.

"Gotham," he replied, patting her gently on the back and carefully avoiding the spikes, "Nice to see you to-"

"Oh my Ancients! And you brought a friend too! Come here little one!" Suddenly Dani found herself in her own bone chilling hug. And man was it weird. Gotham's skin was both warm and cold at the same time, and it moved. The feeling made her skin crawl. Luckily, she pulled away quickly to turn back to Danny.

"So Phantom, my shades told me you met Crane, and he lived!," she placed her hands on his shoulders and stared steely into his eyes, as though this conversation was of dire importance, and asked, "So tell me; what did you think?"

Danny looked taken aback, like he wasn't expecting the question and didn't know how to respond.

"Um- I don't really remember much to be honest, but he was kind of an asshole I guess?" He still sounded unsure and his voice lilted up at the end. Gotham looked unimpressed as she popped another bubble.

"Yeah, yeah. I know that part," she grumbled, removing her hands to cross her arms. Danny relaxed slightly. "The guy thinks he can become God just by gassing my people, of course he's an asshole," she paused to roll her eyes, "I was asking about the fear gas. You tried it right? What'd you think? Was it great or what?"

Danny blinked. "Oh, uh... sure? Great is one way to put it."

"Well," she prompted, "what'd it feel like? Didn't you like, see some things or something?"

"It felt like I was high to be honest." By this point Dani wasn't really paying much attention, already bored with the social call that had interrupted their search for a good old fashioned ghost fight, but that caught her attention. "It felt good though? I saw some of my- well not friends persay- but some people from home. It was actually really calming. But I assume that's not the usual response?"

Gotham let out a hearty chuckle that echoed like a thousand voices, and shook her head. "Not for loving no," she said, "personally, I love the stuff. But it makes people panic. Causes chaos I can't afford. As much as I love it, I can only indulge occasionally, otherwise the shades would spring Crane free before they even finished locking his cell." She smiled fondly, " I must admit I was a little curious to see how you would respond. I'm glad you're okay."

"Wait, wait, wait. Backup," Dani said, moving between the two and wiggling her fingers. A difficult feet seeing how she was almost a foot shorter than both of them. "You got high on drugs that only effect ghosts and you didn't tell me?" She asked, pointing a hurt look at her original who grimaced.

"Kinda?" He replied, "its really not something I'd like to experience again, plus the guy who sprayed me with it was a real nutjob."

"That's not an excuse, come on I want some."

A look of shock flashed across Danny's face, followed by a stern, "No. No way."

"Oh come on-"

"No. No fear toxin, end of discussion."

"Hey, just because I call you my dad doesn't mean you actually are," Dani pouted.

"Okay, ow," Danny said, pressing a hand over his core, "That hurt actually. But the answer is still no."

Dani narrowed her eyes as she stared up at her original, she made sure to employ every tactic in her arsenal. Pouty lips, puppy dog eyes, pleading, everything. Danny didn't budge. Eventually she broke.

"Fiiiiine, but we're doing something fun this weekend."

"You got it kid," he reached up to ruffle her hair and she bit at him. The two were seconds away from a tussle when Gotham giggled, reminding the half ghosts of her presence.

She stopped laughing when she noticed the two staring at her.

"Oh don't mind me, carry on."

"No," Danny said, taking a step away form his clone yo brush himself off, "its fine. Actually we wanted to ask you something." Gotham quirked an eyebrow at that and paused her gum chewing. "We sensed a ghost in town? Like one of the ones we usually fight, and we were wondering if you could point us in the right direction."

"Your town's a freakin' labyrinth lady," Dani added.

Gotham blinked and turned her head slightly to the side as if she were listening to someone over her shoulder.

"Oh yes, the one causing a ruckus in Upper East. I'll have one of my shades take you there and you can meet up with my knights. You know Red Hood will be there," she added, winking at Danny. He just looked confused.

"What?"

"Don't worry about it," she said, waving him off, "You're a good kid Phantom, I enjoy our visits, can't wait until you're finally King. I Hope to see you both soon." She pulled something rectangular out of her pocket and offered it to Dani before melting back into shadows. Dani took it. Once Gotham had dissipated she blew out a puff of air.

"She seems cool."

"Yeah, she is," Danny replied, suddenly preoccupied with the shade weaving itself between his legs.

"Alright come on," he said, taking off and motioning for her to follow, "I promised you a fight didn't I?"

Dani grinned up at him. Taking a moment to open the small package before following. Her smile grew at the bright pink strip. Yeah, Gotham was cool.

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Pt.14

This is mostly an interlude cause the next bit is taking so long. I'm trying to wrap up the arc so we can get back to fluff. Hope yall liked Gotham's return!

#when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #fic #long post #dead on main #dp x dc danny fenton #dp x dc dani fenton #dp x dc lady Gotham #we love lady Gotham #shes so punk older sister vibes #also no drugs dani #consider being chronologically as old as you are biologically first #and even then no

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cruxymox · 7 months

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i sit on a bench of onyx, glass-smooth & autumn-cool, the same

as everything else here. the same as everything else here. the city is near,

but silent, abandoned long ago. its ghosts ...

i ponder the dear ghosts that have been left behind as someone ( or something? ) taps my shoulder.

now sitting to my left - though directionality

at this point is pointless,

left, right,

upside down, yesterday -

is @neil-gaiman, in a black coat that makes him, for all intents & purposes, invisible except for his face, which shines

with a weird intelligence & kindness.

"here."

he gives me a large silver coin, twirling it deftly in his fingers as he does so.

"do the trick."

i am about to say that i can't, i haven't the coordination,

i'm just.

not.

good.

enough. but Neil is ... gone, not just invisible ( his face turned away ) but possibly never-was-there.

though i still have the coin.

the coin reflects the light of a single star, a white hole in the sky. star? planet? an

eye

that looks down on the darkness of this place. i ... try. i drop the coin with

a clinking-song.

after stumbling off the bench, i pick it up & pocket it. i sit back down & look down ( down, down )

at the pitch black grass, the memory shards.

& now Clark Ashton Smith stands before me. he says he's come from Sfanomoë, he's escaped

to this dark earth. the coin is the key, he says. i hand it to him, & he

disappears.

the white hole in the sky flashes bright for a moment, then also removes itself.

i become glass-smooth

& autumn-cool

before bursting into a thousand writhing flowers,

spreading & multiplying across the void to feed upon the ghosts of the city.

#prose poetry

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demure2 · 10 months

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Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ ONE

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, watching from afar, anxiety, gun, blood, older fella chanyeol

— word count: 3.1k

— note: this story has been in my drive for 3 years, even tho this is the first piece on my account. i even had a timeline at the bottom of my draft to make sure war dates and stuff lined up hehe. it's O.K. if this doesn't do well since i'm writing for fun, but i'm happy i got at least part one of this out! then i can finally put this series to rest. i’m sorry that this kinda introductory part doesn’t have many interactions with chanyeol yet. i want to accurately convey the reader’s relationship with sehun before i make it fall apart :)

Girls like you loathe compliance but act it, anyway. You go against rules and you wear two faces, but you’re still compliant because nobody knows. Nobody suspects a thing, and you’ll keep it that way.

There’s not much to it, really: keep your papers in neat stacks, your dollars in even neater stacks, and your mouth shut. It’s a commitment, but it's applicable to the art of both compliance and not. That’s how this town runs. Girls like you are compliant.

Lately, alcohol traffic has been wedging tension into champagne bottles ready to pop, like faulty cork stoppers. Tenfold, and you’ve seen it. Tons of progeny craft succumbing to the paradigm of unrelentless violations of law, but you swore to never break the rules. That includes even the unspoken ones, like knowing to not mess with the neighborhood weirdo, Mr. Park.

Technically, you were just helping your best friend Sehun deliver night mail. It’s part of his job.

“What a hound,” Sehun pants, steadying himself by gripping the fabric layering over your shoulder with calloused hands. Orphically, his brown irises are suddenly void of any liveliness. He’s exasperated, pupils fitfully blown out wide, the onyx barrier warped in various ways. Ways that make him look wild, more unimaginably feral than the manor overgrown with vines and rusted trellises in front of you.

“I gummed up the works on this one,” he coos, lowly. Sehun’s arm parts from your shoulder to clutch his heart, breath hitching. He shudders, even in the cooling night zephyr. “Guess your momma was right all along,” he breathes. Mimicking a high-pitched voice, “stop hanging out with Sehun! He’s a neighborhood no-good nick who delivers mail for a few cents!”

You grin, wide. “So?”

Sehun looks at you like a stray pet. “Town mail won’t deliver itself,” you offer. "You’re an author, too, delivering your own work. That’s important. Don’t say useless things to me, Sehun.” The tone of the night becomes less tense. Smirking, you continue: “relax, then tell me what happened in that freak’s house.”

Your teeth bite down on your tongue, eyes narrow and reflecting the moonlight.

You don’t know why you’re expecting a longer, well thought-out response from the Sehun you’re looking at right now. His short hair damp from the sweat and mild rain, parted in awkward tranches - you’re not used to comforting him, although it feels good to be the one seeing Sehun vulnerable, for once.

While you’re waiting for Sehun to rearrange his thoughts, you run your hand against the bars of iron separating you from the front yard of the manor. The sounds are a symphony of metal clink-clanks against your graceful nails, free of overgrown cuticles or ragged whites, unlike Sehun’s. The bars are hollow iron, but their wounds are merely rusted scratches, like they don’t give in over the years.

Neither does Sehun.

Lazed back. Real lazy. Doesn’t like thinking about what he is, why he is, who he is. He’s thought about it before; things like whether or not cabbage was really nutritious (it’s just water), whether or not he wanted to be a writer forever, whether or not he should tell you about the car shop home, whether or not he loved you more than just a friend.

It’s fated, and so he doesn’t bother to delve deeper than what he needs to know. He just knows that it’s all bliss when he’s with you. And he knows that he’s in love with this life: the rush, the fights, hell, he had almost forgotten his dad was a cop. Just like magnets, though polar opposites, you stick together. Late night escapades into the apple of the town was just another habit branded deep into your history.

He feels like laughing at his own inanity, so he parts his lips, but not even the chuckle at the edge of his throat makes it past. Something irks him uncomfortably about what happened tonight, so he clears his gullet filling up with phlegm and blames the bright waning moon. It used to be so full of itself, now only a needle in the vista expanse of night. Sehun breathes harder now, because he realizes that they’re not so different.

Sehun finally speaks: “Well, I just tried to throw the freak his mail. But I think I set off his flares, doll. Mr. Park - he’s really a bent man, broken after the war. There was an iron on his hip, a-and as soon as I saw it leave his belt loop, I didn't have a doubt that he’s not wicked.”

Sehun’s joints ache uncomfortably despite wherever he shifts his weight toward, so he leans against the tall wire fence guarding the manor. He feels an ivy trickle down the nape of his neck everytime he tilts his head to the side. Nuances here, nuances there. Last time you both were out here, there weren’t any ivies. Were there?

Mr. Park stands leaning back, intently listening from the arch door frame that separated his balcony from his quarters.

These kids talk so loudly, he thinks, he could hear your entire exchange from up here. The yellow cast light from his bedroom fights with the dark to illuminate his figure carefully in the night, but he knows that you’re both still unable to see him from the ground angle. He feels slightly creepy, standing there in his satin dress shirt and work jeans. He pulls out his gun one more time, loosely, just to swing it.

Feeling watched, you decide that you both shouldn’t be there any longer. Sehun’s teeth grind against each other eagerly for a taste other than his own metallic blood being drawn. Yawning, his mouth goes dry and his throat parches, longing for the feeling of smoke in his lungs.

Sehun knows he shouldn’t smoke around you. He doesn’t want to ruin your innocence, but he can’t help it. He wishes he had better self-control and restraint, but even so, you were clearly too much of a goody-two-shoes to care. “Drop dead Sehun, are you stupid? How’d he get a gun in this old town? Those are so hard to even-”

“Everybody knows they’re prohibited, doll. It must be ‘cause he’s a veteran, the govs decide that they don’t need to necessarily establish regulations with them,” Sehun glances up back at the house. You know he’s just said a bunch of nonsense.

“Somethin’ like that,” he continues. “Like it’s any work.” He almost scoffs, reaching into his pocket upon instinct. He doesn’t notice, but you’re intently watching.

You follow his hands well, when he rubs the nape of his neck and pulls out a Marlboro from his tattered satchel. Same satchel that’s been long worn with dirt and grease but vacant of textbooks, pencils, or really a real use, ever since the start of freshman year in college. Sehun still stands that it serves purpose in his mail business.

He shuts his eyes tight as he lights it between his lips, drawing out the smoke for as long as he can. It blows away in the wind, but you scrunch your nose, in the contingency it dissolves in your nostrils.

You pressed Sehun for more: “Don’t you care that Mr. Park’s gonna smell the smoke? His window’s open and he could still be on his balcony for all we know,” you advise him, worried. “And what’s Mr. Park doing with a gun at this hour, anyway? You could see it from the ground? Should we rat him out?”

Sehun shrugs, not letting on much.

The smoke ignites something in you, you think. “Sehun, answer me! Isn’t this technically trespassing? Shouldn’t we leave now? All that stuff you said about Mr. Park’s makin’ me nervous.”

He finally feels free and empty of apprehension when he lets go of the cigar, balanced between his lips. He feels powerful. But before he can halt the smile that plays at the curve of his mouth, he chuckles a dry, derisive laugh laced with smoke. “Just decided to be nice this week and stop skippin’ his address on the newspaper list for once. Only trespassin’ if we go beyond his door, these front gates bind nothing,” Sehun smirks. “You should know that by now.”

Thin to a whisper, you display a frown. “I don’t hop as many fences as you. Who knows what else this Park guy has, he’s the real deal, gat and all. You should know that before you do anything else, you fool.”

But he grins right back, and he grins wide. “I should? How touché.”

When he proves satisfied with the gasper, Sehun withdraws the smoke from between his lips and thrusts it toward the grass. It doesn’t burn the damp grass, barely at all. Just tucks itself neatly in a pile of dandelions, the tarnished flame still warmer than the muted yellows surrounding it.

Quickly, almost lunging himself off, Sehun hoists his body up from the iron gate and firmly turns his heel on the cigar, smiling.

And when he lifts up his shoe, even under the dim haze of the moon, you can see that the mud has been imprinted deep into the design on the sole of his shoe and the weeds have been stomped flat, butt of the cigar crushed. He finally lifts his eyes to converge with yours and he deadpans, “You know, you’re gonna want a smoke one day, too,” pausing. “Finally want one, doll?”

Doesn’t Sehun know how to properly take care of a girl?

His hand lazed onto your shoulder leaning on the gate post, your eyes glued to the dirt. He wants you to look up, but his gaze is the only thing holding you down. You can’t break free from his glare, lidded and dazed.

Last night’s rain drips down the manor’s primary parapet beam. A premonition?

“I don’t need more mess in my life right now.” You hadn’t intended for it to come out so harsh and raspy, but Sehun didn’t pay much attention to it.. “Your parents are too pliant, Sehun.”

Mr. Park sighs a breath of relief. You can take care of yourself. He runs a stiff, left hand through his hair. He wouldn’t have to think about Sehun taking advantage of your company. He quietly hums an incisive tune, like a victory sequence.

“Give it a try. I know your momma doesn’t like me so much anymore, thinkin’ we’re doin-this and doin-that. You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to, alright?” He reassures you, something you’re grateful for. “I’m just saying, you can’t be such a high-pillow all the time and expect fun. Even if we landed in jail, my dad’d let us out,” Sehun tilts his head down to hide his smile under his breath, giddy.

“I’m not a high-pillow! Can’t we just go to the next address now?”

Ignoring your question, he’s totally replaying the scene over and over in his head. In his pocket, Sehun crosses his middle over his index. He did not like the feeling of mild defeat. At a weak attempt to cure his frustration, his hand rubs at his forehead. Instead, he’s inundated by the dewy sweat collecting at his brow. How could I let Chanyeol scare me off like that?

You change the subject. Softer, quieter, your voice barely cuts through the air. “Sehun?” Your voice seems to awaken him a bit. Quickly, he mutters underneath his breath, “huh? What?” His mouth parts uncomfortably, small drops of rain collecting on his bottom lip and cupid's bow.

“You look like tonight’s over. We can walk home now, you’re very pale.”

Sehun responds, an equally modest, “I’m okay.” Insisting, “let’s hang out a little longer,” pausing to offer a smile. “Gumshoe.”

A smile peels your lip open. “Oh yeah?”

Acquiescently, he smiles. “Oh yeah.”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

Sehun winces. “Not yet. Don’t bleed anything against me, ‘kay detective?”

Sehun steadies himself against the tall iron fence again, and it hits him like cold deja vu against his spine. The metal presses deeper into the valleys of his back this time like a knife, but still, he doesn’t move. Instead, he lets it cave against his skin even more, jutting through the fabric of his dress shirt. He takes another look at the smothered cigarette hidden in the grass and laughs a hearty laugh. All he smells is ash and wet dew.

And then, rather obscenely, it comes crashing down on him like dead weight.

“You know, Chanyeol pulled the gun on me first, looking down on me from that balcony. Then tauntingly, he pointed it back toward himself. What would you do?” Sehun says honestly, turning to face you.

“His blown out eyes wide, but completely still. I’m so pissed that I was scared. Fuckin’ embarrassin’.” he grumbles, matter of factly, a frown thin between his lips as if he’s proven his own point wrong.

“Chanyeol?”

Fuck! “Oh, yeah. That’s his first name. Chanyeol. It means ‘loser’ in the ‘i-can’t-get-any-girls’ language.”

Chanyeol quirks a brow, leaning onto the side railing, still hidden.

You can’t help but snort. “And why would he do such a thing? Was his tongue stickin’ out too?”

It’s hard to tell where the fabrication starts, but with a pat to your head and a hum in validation, Sehun opens his mouth to protest. “What makes you think he wouldn’t? He’s the town freak.”

Shrugging, you scan the line of trees enveloping the path down the hill. “No, I mean that he was makin’ fun of you with that face.”

“Sure,” he nods. “But you cannot twist the truth, and the truth is all I’ve been telling you. Don’t you see? That’s creepy, he was pointing the rod at himself. I didn’t want to be responsible in case he actually pulled it, so I left, but now I know that he has no limits. He was ready to die, [Y/N]. This guy’s got no girls, and he’s creepy. You should stay away from him.”

Sehun’s story is like a leaky faucet. It holds enough truth to be believable, but somewhere in the piping, it doesn’t go over well with you. But you believe him.

Your mind becomes numb and somber for a moment, but the feeling is botched. As if the anesthesiologist didn’t know better, unable to properly administer the drug, and you could still recall Sehun’s words in your head. They lay heavy on your heart, yet you’re not prosaically thinking into the consequences, at all.

Maybe Mr. Park wasn’t as insane as the town recalled him to be. Sehun suddenly speaks. “What a crumb, huh? I don’t think that man’s has mercy on anyone, not even himself.”

An epiphany makes you feel sick, like a bully. Kids swirl baseless rumors around him. “What are you implying? That he’s lonely and lonely people are crazy?”

“I mean, yeah. He’s a vet, after all. What’s surprising?”

“Listen, you - I mean, Mr. Park, he-he doesn’t have the motive. Stop giving him motives. Rumors say he studied business after his discharge from the draft. That manor of his is built on years of liquified assets, why would he put it all on the line?”

Mr. Park stifles a laugh. You’re defending him.

Sehun shuts his eyes to think, and for a second you think he’s going to reach into his bag for another cigar, but you think he’s really thinking this time. Sehun definitely knows he is; maybe it’s the lingering tobacco in his throat, maybe it’s the aftershock of what he just said, but he’s really thinking, fitfully. “I - I don’t know, [Y/N]. Maybe he deserves it, for all the people he’s killed.”

A flicker of candlelight moves in your peripheral vision. You nervously glance up at the manor’s ridiculously high arch windows, and wince in horror as the orange glow casted on the balcony shifts. It’s dimmer this time, because there is quite clearly someone blocking the light.

And the silver alloy shotgun in their grasp gleams under the lunar projection, very, very jeeringly.

They stand there, eerily forlorn. Lacking real tone or emotion, barren. A machiavellian with a .357 in the limelight pointed dejectedly at the ground. The candlelight behind the figure filters around the silhouette like a stencil on a black canvas, a ghastly spectacle.

And as his arm rises, gun following your bodies, a ghastly spectacle, indeed. It’s hard to tell who he’s aiming at because of the distance.

The only thing more daunting than the sight itself was the sound of silence. Sehun mutters a curse beneath his breath, beginning to crouch next to you on the dirt. You feel his hands lightly traipse your torso, yearning for your palms in the dark. He first finds your thumb, tender on your clavicle. Then your index, playing with your blouse cloth. You’re glad he doesn’t feel your heartbeat above all, otherwise he would have felt the throb of fear and the mop of tangled love strings evident in the moment.

Instead, he squeezes your palms together and intertwines your fingers on a whim. Sweaty and scared, they mangle like ropes. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at first, but it was the only way he knew how to provide enough ease for the both of you. It always offers him a little warmth; besides, you were both in danger.

You shudder. “The cover here isn’t good enough,” you whisper. “I bet he’s been listening in on us, Sehun. You see his gat?” Your teeth are chattering now, despite the cooling atmosphere.

“I don’t know what your mama tells you dolly, but now ... we fucking run.” He wants to tighten his grip on his hands on you further and take off like that, but he knows your nature and psyche too well to do that.

Your chattering halts, “He’s going to see us. And shoot us.” Suddenly apathetic, Sehun finally muses, “Alright. Let’s stay here until that husk of a man leaves.” He exhales, blowing the strands of black hair from his eyes, “promise.”

Sehun was never very good with promises, and you realize that too late. The fingers caught in yours are already replaced with air and are instead wrapped around your wrist. He juts out his hip, and rises to his full stand. He’s very tall. “Sorry doll. Lied.”

Your stomach sinks. “What are you, a puppy? Do I have to pick you up myself?” He’s towering over you, height teetering past the gate that separated Mr. Park’s property from the town’s. “Sehun, get down, there’s going to be a metal shell in your head anytime now!” With a swift kick to your knee, he pulls you up from the dirt before you can even feel the jolt against your joints, and runs against the wind with you.

#by demure2 #chanyeol angst #sehun angst #yandere exo #exo yandere au #yandere chanyeol #exo au #exo x reader #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol au #sehun au #yandere au #yandere!chanyeol #yandere!exo

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unusual-raccoon · 4 months

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Jaceluke where Jace has been in love with Luke all his life, one day he decides to be brave and confess his feelings but Luke rejects him because he never saw Jace that way and he is also engaged to Rhaena. Jace accepts it, but he's heartbroken so he asks his mother's permission to travel through the Seven Kingdoms and then he leaves for a year. When he returns everyone is talking about Prince Jace and his ✨️glow up✨️ and Luke starts to get jealous, especially when he hears his brother talking about *redacted*. Luke begins to realize that he might have feelings for his brother and is ready to talk to Jace and give him a chance after dinner when Jace announces in front of the entire family that he and *redacted* are getting married. Lucerys is in shock and feels like he was stabbed, now he knows he loves Jace too but it's late. It's too late now

(sorry I started the year with sad vibes 😬)

Anon, this ask has been eating my brain for daysss.

Warnings; yearning, pining, rejection, denial of feelings (from both parties), Targaryen blood calling, no happy ending

anon, i hope this is sad enough, ficlet is under the cut 🫶

I don't love you that way, Jace.

Oh, how the words had eaten at him. Every night since the night they had left his lips. Sleep never came without the memory of his brother's resulting flinch, like a beaten hound.

His brother had poured his heart out to him, red and raw. And Lucerys had denied him with a raised chin, unable to even meet his brother's eyes. Duty had always been Jacaerys' concern, while passion had been Luke's. But in that moment, as Luke held his back straight and Jace quietly tried to catch his breath, they wore one another's skin - torn between duty and love.

Jace had left after that, free to tour their mother's kingdom atop Vermax with the Queen's permission.

A tour that had lasted the better part of a year.

A tour that would be at an end before the week was through if the whispering from the courts and the kitchens and every corner of the Keep was to be believed. The Crown Prince of the Realm would soon return home.

A part of his heart yearned. Spurning his brother in his childish zeal to be their mother's perfect son, as Jacaerys was, had left a void in his heart. An unfillable chasm that luncheons in the gardens with his betrothed, nor time upon dragonback with his younger brothers could not cure.

He was inconsolable.

Utterly bereft.

He made trips to the dragonpit each day, hoping and praying in equal parts that his brother might return home to him, that he might mend the rift between them.

He and Rhaena were in the dragonpit, Morning was much too small to ride still, only a year old. But she was magnificent to look at.

"Pink and blue," She tells him, petting a pale frill along the hatchling's slender neck.

"Pardon?" Lucerys asks, too preoccupied with staring at the sky.

"The colors we should have at our wedding," She says, so airily, so ethereal. Something about it pulls him down from the skies, back to reality.

She shrugs, "Black and Red will go to Jace and Baela, obviously," Something about it cut Lucerys deeply, "I think our wedding should be different."

"Blue, because you'll be the Lord of the Tides, after grandfather," She explains, "Pink for Morning," She smiles fondly at the hatchling perched upon her shoulder, rubbing sprouting little onyx horns along Rhaena's cheek, "and pearl," she decides with a widening smile as she stares deep into the dragonpit and eyes of molten gold stare back.

"For Arrax?" Lucerys surmises.

Rhaena nods happily, almost wistful.

"It sounds beautiful," Lucerys says and he meant it, though, somehow, he could not picture himself a lord in blue...

Pink, blue, white - those were not his colors...

He could not picture himself by Rhaena's side, not truly, not as he hoped he could but a year ago, when he was trying to be the picturesque, dutiful betrothed at the cost of his brother, at the cost of-

"Jace?"

"What?" Lucerys stammered.

"There, look," Rhaena gestured, pointing to a dragon approaching. Vermax glowed in shades of jade and emerald with vibrant bronze and orange wing membranes. He was gorgeous and grinning.

The smallfolk delighted at their more colorful dragons, like Morning, Arrax, and Ceraxes, but to Luke, there was nothing more majestic than his brother's seemingly mundane green dragon.

"We should tell the Queen. She'll be delighted by his return."

He had waited a year for this moment.

"I- yes, of course."

. . .

He could hear the serving girls gushing about how handsome Jacaerys was. The household guard made mention of the strapping man his elder brother had grown into. Even members of mother's small council whispered about the worthy heir that had returned home.

When the doors to the throne room opened, Lucerys saw only a man...

He tilts his head, hoping he might see the brother he knows, his Jace. The man bears long dark curls that fall just short of his collar and dark eyes that gleam amethyst when he is close enough, and Mother's nose...

Mother seems herself restored. She smiles wider than he has seen in the past year. She is beaming.

"Welcome home, my son."

The man nods, "Thank you, your grace."

Their eyes meet but once in the throne room, and for a moment, the strapping man is humbled, and Lucerys sees the kicked hound once more.

And Lucerys' heart clenches.

His words haunt him still.

I don't love you that way, Jace.

Oh, but he did, he knew that now. He loved his brother so.

Only after the attending nobles bear witness to the return of the beloved Crown Prince, and just their family remains, that mother descends from her throne. Her long gown of embroidered black and red with sewn flames of gold drags against the winding stairs of her throne. She says nothing for a moment as her eldest son looms over her, then with a cry, she leaps into Jacaerys' arms. He holds her, laughing as Mother cries, her hands clinging to his broad back, her feet hanging above the ground where his arms have secured around her softened waist.

"Look at you," She murmurs, small white hands holding Jacaerys' handsome face. Jacaerys had always been so handsome. It had angered Lucerys when they were children. It angered him for other reasons as they had grown older, when that handsome face was what he yearned for, even when he knew he shouldn't. With mother's perfect aquiline nose, full lips, and a square jaw - he was every maiden's dream.

"A feast," mother said, brushing stray curls behind Jacaerys' ear, "we should have a feast to commemorate your return."

A feast would be perfect. A feast would take time to prepare. Time Lucerys needed.

. . .

"Brother!" Lucerys calls down the corridor.

Jacaerys' dark head turns, curls bouncing.

"Brother," he purrs in return.

His eyes do not flee like a beaten hound this time.

Chambermaid burns scarlet when she brushes past Jacaerys in the corridor, a bundle of linens in her arms and a meek 'begging your pardon, my prince' on her lips.

Lucerys' hands tense into fists at his sides briefly before his anger abates.

"Are you very busy...I-I was hoping we could talk."

His brother squints down at him, brow knitted in a way that makes him look like someone he shouldn't - like a knight from their youth.

"What about?"

About you, he thinks, about us.

"I-I fear I was unkind to you when last we spoke..."

His heart lurches into his throat.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder.

It feels solid, tangible, warm - he never wants Jacaerys to stop touching him.

"Brother," Jacaerys sighs, "my journey has been long," Lucerys nods, "arduous, even - now that I've returned home I mean only to bathe, sleep, and eat. I can hardly remember when last I slept not on dragonback, let alone what words you spoke to me a year ago."

Now, it is Lucerys that flinches.

You told me you loved me, he longs to say, you told me you couldn't stomach another moment without me in your arms...

"Now," Jacaerys says, his smile charming and amiable, "I have matters, to attend to? I'll see you at supper."

He sees it then, peeking between corridors, the flash of white curls. Baela, he recognizes nauseously.

"Of course," Luke murmurs, his insides feel hulled - hollowed out with something curved and sharp.

Matters, Lucerys thinks in agonized realization as Jacaerys walks down the corridor.

Jacaerys would tend to tend to her as any dutiful husband would, they are not yet wed, but he would do it regardless because it is right, it is expected, it is proper.

I was born for you, Lucerys thinks spitefully, tears gathering in his eyes, you should be tending to me.

I don't love you that way, Jace.

Gods damn the fool he had been.

Gone was the brother with the open heart. Gone were the words Jacaerys had spoken only for him. It was much too late for matters of the year past.

They lived in different worlds now, he and his brother.

And Lucerys feared they might never meet again.

#answered asks #answered anon #anon <3 #my writing #my ficlet #jaceluke #jaceluke agenda

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her-devils-advocate · 6 months

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That unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out

♥. Genre: angst / hurt and comfort

♥. pairings: The Dark Urge (Nell) x Astarion

♥. content warnings: Mentions of a suicide attempt.

♥. notes: I love the relationship between The Durge and Astarion so much, to the point where it's helped me wriggle out of my writer's block for a bit.

This is set towards the end of Act 2, after the confession scene but before moonrise.

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51332035

♥. Word count: 1,575

Astarion finds her, and for a moment, he almost wishes he hadn't. Every fibre of his undead being is frozen a few steps behind the shaking woman as she gazes out into the inky void that surrounds the camp.

Nell idly plays with an elaborately decorated dagger, her nimble fingers running up and down the sharp blade before dancing over the red gem in the centre. He had seen this dagger in her hands a few times, only to seemingly vanish for a while before reappearing a week later. He manages to tear his eyes away from the odd dagger, only to find his stomach plummeting upon realising where she is. She is sat precariously on the edge of the broken ground, the black void swimming around her threatens to pull her down into its depths below.

He is hypnotised by the way the few slivers of moonlight -which had managed to cut its way through the gloom- reflects in the silent tears flowing down the half-elf's cheeks. Something is wrong. He can feel it in the air, see it in the rare tears painting her anguish for all to see.

"Darling," his voice is a gentle murmur to not spook her over the edge and into her own demise, "as dramatic as I can be and as much as I do love a good backdrop for my brooding, wouldn't you prefer to be closer to the fire we put a lot of effort into starting? You know, away from the mind-eating shadows or whatever the fuck that is."

The air around them goes still and his blood freezes as she turns to gaze upon him. Instead of silver-black eyes filled with warmth, he is met with cold onyx. Her timid -and quite frankly, often pathetic- demeanour is replaced by an oddly calm and sinister charade as she moves to stand.

He can see the fight behind her eyes as she battles the urge for control of her own body, yet Astarion doesn't feel the usual chill of being caught by a predator under her possessed gaze.

"Astarion, I don't know what's happening, it came on so fast but it's..." Nell trails off, turning to look longingly over the edge. "The urges are different this time, or well...the target is different, I think."

They stand there momentarily, one processing the words while the other considers their actions. The distant sounds of chatter follow them to the edge, broken now and then by Nell's small sniffles.

Astarion had become a statute, mentally berating himself for not rushing towards her and pulling her into his arms, away from danger. But he falters instead, clearing his throat to try and string together the words he needed to say.

"Love, it's alright. Why don't you come over here, closer to the camp and tell me all about it, hmm?" “No. No, I can’t Astarion.” She shakes her head mournfully, her thick jet-black braid swinging behind her with the motion. She takes a deep breath, frantically running her hand through the short layers of hair hanging by her chin.

Astarion fidgets uncharacteristically, unsure of what to do, what to say. For once his silver tongue was nothing more than lead in his mouth. His ears twitch at the sound of her drawing in a shaky breath, preparing the words that might shatter them both.

“Aren’t you tired Astarion? I’m tired.” “Well, that usually happens when someone is stalking through the night when they are supposed to be sleeping. So why don’t you step away from that ledge, put down that bloody dagger -or even better, throw it off the ledge- and come back to bed with me?”

His usual mask of aloof humour slips with each word. His words become a frantic plea with each passing second. If his undead heart was capable of pounding within his chest, it would be beating faster than ever, to the point of bruising his chest. The thought would amuse him if anxiety wasn’t currently swimming through his veins.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Nell snaps before flinching at the sharp tone in her voice. She gives him a small, apologetic smile, her black eyes glistening with more unshed tears before the smile slips from her features. “Aren’t you tired of the countless nights I’ve spent tied up, hurling nothing but insults at you? The amount of times I’ve had to wake you up, terrified out of my mind that I would kill you in the night?

That’s not how a lover’s supposed to act. That’s not how I want to act and you deserve more than that. I’m so scared, Astarion. I’m terrified of what I’m capable of and I’m so tired of whatever has gone wrong in my mind to make me like this.”

A spark of anger flares within him, threatening to become an inferno before he can quell it.

“So what now then? You are simply going to give up and throw this all away? To make everything you have done to avoid becoming a mindflayer and to avoid giving into that urge all for nothing?” “That’s not what-” “I’m not finished,” his stern voice cuts through hers without hesitation as he shoots her a glare, daring her to interrupt him again. He lets out a deep sigh as frustration replaces his anger, and his fingers flex with the need to hold her. To feel his cold fingers run over her warm flesh, to let himself believe that tonight won’t be the night he loses her.

He runs his hands through his hair instead, his voice dropping to a dejected whisper. “You said you would beat this wretched urge, not just for me, but for yourself. How many times have you managed to resist so far? Considering we are both still standing, I believe it's safe to say you’ve resisted a good amount of times already. Don’t let any of those urges win tonight.”

Nell steps forward, a small and hesitant step, doubting her every move before she throws her arms around the taller elf. The dagger falls to the ground behind them with a dull clink, Astarion makes a mental reminder to throw it away once and for all before burying his face into her hair, holding her as tight as he can before he begins to leave bruises.

“I’m sorry, Astarion. I’m so so sorry. I want to be the person you think I can be, but it’s just so hard sometimes.” Her words are laced with sobs as she breaks down within his embrace, the sleepless nights finally catching up to her fragile mental state.

Astarion lets out a small huff of relief, pulling away from her just enough to place a tender kiss on her forehead, relishing the way her eyes flutter shut at the action, only to flicker back open to reveal her usual silver-black eyes.

“You already are that person, dear. You are a brave, lovely and extremely silly woman,” He chuckles as he feels her squirm in his hold, trying to free an elbow to jab into his side, no doubt. He gives a light tug to her braid in response. “I’ve already told you before, the urges aren’t who you are. So don’t let them be the ones to decide how you go out.” “Okay, I won’t.” She brings her head up to gaze at him, noticing the tension in his expression despite the smile he gives her. Guilt replaces fear, the feeling suffocates her for putting him through another long night once again.

Nell trails her hands over his chest, smoothing out the creases she had caused to appear in the fabric of his shirt. She winces slightly at the wet patch, damp from her tears.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I thought it would be for the best, don’t give me that look, I know I wasn’t thinking clearly now. But I…I don’t want to do that. Not really, I don’t want to end whatever this is, what it can be, before it's even begun. That’s one good reason to keep up the fight, eh? That is if you are still interested now, after all this.”

He looks down at the smaller woman in shock, he smothers the urge to laugh at her words and instead gently takes hold of her hand, admiring the way her smaller fingers instantly interlock with his own.

“Of course I’m still interested, remember that part about you being a silly woman? Yes well, you should remember that I happened to…ah, confess my…feelings to you long after the first time ‘you’ tried to kill me. I know what I’ve gotten myself into and I’m with you every step of the way, darling.”

His smile falters for a moment as more tears begin to stream down her cheeks, yet before he has a chance to panic, she’s holding onto him once more. He slowly guides them to the ground until she is sat in his lap, sobbing lightly into his chest as his hand lazily draws circles on her back.

“Astarion, I…really appreciate you, you know?” Her words are muffled, almost lost within the ruffles of his damp nightshirt, yet he hears her as loud as day. He nods once before resting his cheek against her head, holding her together for the rest of the night until dawn arrives to scare the rest of the shadows away.

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Man is so fine!

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The Calling

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, graphic explicit violence, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: Every step you took, every decision you made, every path you chose led you here... Word count: 5.8k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part nineteen: The horror and the ruin - Part 2

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Darkness covered your eyes completely, extinguishing Lucifer's shining brightness. Warm, benevolent, it soothed your senses, hiding you from the light from which you failed to escape.

"Come with me…" Lucifer extended his hand to you. You refused to take it.

For a moment you saw absolutely nothing, except Lucifer's angrily glittering eyes, gleaming like two kindling coals of hatred. You didn't hear your heartbeat or your accelerated breathing, only a quiet curse that broke through the sound of wings sweeping the nonexistent air.

"You forget yourself Morningstar," a warm female voice came from the darkness, and Lucifer's eyes darkened under its tone, "You forget where you belong Angel."

The darkness softened revealing a petite woman. She stood between you and Lucifer as if blocking his access to you. You couldn't see her face, only a storm of black like raven's feathers curls that waved before your eyes.

"Lady Death," the darkness brightened slightly and you saw Lucifer humbly bow his head. Yet the humility quickly disappeared giving way to a defiant look, "Forgive me, my lady but why delay the inevitable? Why delay something that would certainly have happened anyway. You surely can't hold it against me that I have decided to welcome such an exceptional guest to my Kingdom in person."

"You are overstepping beyond your position," the woman replied, and although her voice sounded gentle there was something intimidating about it, "We operate according to rules and principles. Without them, chaos would prevail. You do not come before me."

"Ancient laws. It's about time to change them," Lucifer replied but there was no pride and loftiness in his voice that you witnessed before.

"Leave," the woman continued, "You should not be here."

"My lady…"

"Leave," she threatened taking two steps toward him, "You have no authority here. You wouldn't want me as your enemy Angel. You are the Ruler of Hell, so be one. Fulfill the role that was given to you."

"She will find her way to my domain anyway…."

"Leave, Morningstar. Walk away before I choose to enter your domain and exert the authority that has been given to me," the woman spoke and darkness once again shrouded everything. Lucifer's eyes faded away. They disappeared. Lucifer was gone.

For a moment you remained still, stunned. In a void of nothing. In complete darkness. You wanted to say something, you opened your mouth, but no voice came out. You tried to move, but your legs seemed to grow into the surface beneath them. Only a single thought seemed to break through the all-encompassing emptiness, a single thought that, despite your complete numbness, seemed to warm your quiet heart, "Morpheus…".

And suddenly the darkness softened again taking on the hue of the fading night, allowing you to see again a storm of curls, a petite stature, inky black eyes shining like two onyxes, and a friendly smiling face.

"We finally meet!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around your neck hugging you sincerely, "Oh my gosh you are gorgeous! More beautiful than I imagined!" she pulled away from you and her black eyes sparkled happily, "No wonder he lost his head for you!"

"Thank you…?" you couldn't help but smile, "Forgive me…but…you are Death…." you whispered hesitantly.

"For once I don't have to explain it!" she smiled happily, "You have no idea how delighted I am that we can finally meet! Morpheus told me so much about you!"

"You are Morpheus' sister," you stated, not able to hide the fright in your voice.

"From the dawn of time and existence!" Death replied with a smile.

You looked at her with undisguised fascination. You looked at her petite figure, a storm of curls that with every movement spread the scent of lily, incense, candle wax and licorice. You looked at her black as onyxes shining eyes that gazed fondly at you. Heavy boots, black jeans, a black tank top, and a magnificent silver ankh cross that hung around her neck. With her style, she reminded you so much of Morpheus, she reminded you so much of yourself.

"Forgive me, I'm staring," you lowered your gaze in embarrassment, "This is not how I imagined the personification of Death."

"Oh you have nothing to apologize for!" her kind, warm voice made you want to smile instantly, "You were probably expecting a black coat, a hood, and a big scythe," she joked and you nodded slightly, "I left this look in the Dark Ages. You have no idea how hard it is to travel with a massive chunk of iron on a stick!"

"Where are we?" you asked, searching for courage, "Are we in your Realm?"

"No my dear. We are in the In-between," she replied, "You have been here before."

"I didn't realize it was a place, I thought it was more of a state of mind," you replied and looked around at the darkness stretching around you, "Where exactly is the In-between?"

"It's a fragment of the reality between, your human world and our realities," Death explained.

"Everyone ends up here after death?" you asked with ease, finding a remnant of confidence deep within you.

"No," she replied shortly but, upon seeing your questioning eyes, she continued, "this is not the place mortals usually go to. This is not a path, nor a state of suspended existence. You were not supposed to end up here, and yet…."

"I keep ending up in places I shouldn't have ended up in," you quipped.

"It seems to me that even Lucifer was surprised that he found you here. If not for that, I would have gotten to you first. I'm sorry you had to wait," in the silence once again you heard the sound of wings sweeping the air, "Let's go…" she extended her hand to you and once again smiled kindly. For a moment, the aura she exuded around you made you want to take it and follow her. An aura of warmth, peace, blissful rest. An inviting aura, an aura that would take away all fears, all suffering, but also every desire, every dream, every goal. And suddenly the realization of your state struck you, struck you like thunder strikes the earth, and for the first time you understood….

"Wait…" you whispered, "If you are Death, and I am…" you expected to feel the pounding of a frightened heart but it remained silent, "I died…"

"I'm sorry…" Death saddened and you felt her sorrow, "I'm sorry it ended like this…"

Suddenly the darkness grew even brighter showing images against its blackness, clear like a movie projected on a theater screen. You saw yourself. Beaten, bloodied, lifeless lying on the floor in a growing pool of blood. Your broken arm lay at an unnaturally twisted angle, your torn top showed bloody marks on your hip, blood was oozing from countless wounds on your body and face. You saw David as he tightened his grip on your throat through John's hands, crushing it, choking the life out of you. You saw your own eyes, empty, lifeless, like the eyes of a doll. You saw the grimace of satisfaction disappear from his face giving way to fear.

"No…" You whispered silently, "no no no…"

"I'm really sorry…" Death repeated.

"No, this is not fucking happening! Not now! This is not how it was supposed to be! Fuck!!!" anger ripped from you shattering the silence. You looked at her desperately. "I can't be dead!!! I can't! That son of a bitch didn't do this to me!" you exclaimed in denial, "Morpheus! I saw him! I saw a vortex forming! This is some kind of fucking nightmare!!!"

"Y/N your reaction is understandable, " Death's eyes shone with empathy, "But I'm here am I not?"

"But you don't understand…I can't be dead!" you cried, "Not now when Morpheus and I…" you trailed off and horror completely overwhelmed you, "Morpheus…oh no, no….Morpheus will find me. Please…" you looked at her pleadingly, "Morpheus can't find me like this. You have to do something. Morpheus…it will destroy him."

Death only slipped a strand of hair behind her ear hiding what in your eyes was a glittering tear gathering in her shining eyes.

"My brother loves you endlessly…" she said, "He would go to Hell for you or even to the Silver City itself. You have changed him so much…"

"He can't find me like this…"

"I'm afraid it's too late for that…"

Golden grains of sand fell to the ground revealing to Morpheus' eyes his own nightmare. Books scattered everywhere, pages torn, cigarette butts, shattered pieces of glass, traces of blood on the floor and her, crushed under the weight of John's body, his hands tightening around her neck. He looked at him terrified and Morpheus knew that under the facade of John's face there was someone else entirely.

"Get away from her!!!" he growled as he jumped to him in a heartbeat, tearing him off her.

"How does it feel? How does it feel to experience your worst nightmare!!!?" The demon growled staring at him viciously. Morpheus swept his eyes over the floor and stopped before his gaze could rest on her.

"What have you done…." the endless cold of his voice came from the depths of the universe. The room and the space around them were filled with darkness and single stars shone angrily in the endless blackness of his eyes. The stars burned red.

"Don't hurt me I beg you!" The demon suddenly collapsed, pathetically cowering in terror from his glare, "Oh god what have I done?! what have I done?! Oh god why?!" he looked at her and tears began to flow uncontrollably down his cheeks, "I didn't mean to! You have to believe me!" he lied.

"Be quiet."

"He ordered me! He made me!" despair ripped out of him, "You don't know what he can do to a person! He ordered me! He said that if I don't do it my torture will never end! He said if I don't do it he'll never get me off the rack!"

"I said be quiet!" the order rumbled, shaking the walls.

"I beg you spare me! I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…" he wept in raspy tears.

Wrath burned in Morpheus with endless fire. He wanted to rip the demon out of Constantine's body and tear him apart. He desired to shred his existence into millions of pieces, he wanted to erase him from existence, something he should have done long ago.

"There is no punishment severe enough that is adequate to the crime you have done," he spoke coldly, fighting the urge to murder, "In your hatred and envy you have become a puppet in the game of beings far more powerful than you. You have become a mindless tool that Lucifer has exploited. A twisted, manipulated soul, the executor of a strike intended for me. A punishment for my own arrogance." The red in Morpheus' eyes dimmed. "I should destroy you," he continued as a portal to the Dreaming formed behind his back, "I should erase your existence."

"I beg you…" The demon wept again.

"I will decide later what to do with you…" he decided and pushed John into the portal, sending him to the Dreaming.

Silence ensued. A silence that could not be broken by a heartbeat, a quiet breath, or the barely audible moan he so longed to hear. A silence that could not be shattered by a faint murmur of movement, or a meek plea for help. A silence that ripped apart his heart, a silence that tore apart his very being, the silence of nonexistence, the silence of death.

Although he wished not to, he forced himself to look at her. At her beaten face, at her bloodied body, at her empty dead eyes. He fell to his knees and wept for the first time in ages. His heart lay dead before him, murdered, destroyed by the envy and pride of the being he should have never disrespected. His hope brutally taken from his life by the hubris of the being led by Desire. His happiness consumed by Despair.

He cried as his hand gently touched her. Fading sparks of storm light still floated on her skin. For a moment, hope crept into his heart, but it was extinguished as soon as he looked into her eyes again. There was no life in them. The joy and delight were snuffed out, the determination and will to fight were smothered, the will to live was taken away.

He took off his cloak and, enveloping her body, gently lifted her into his arms. Despair ripped through his very being, ripped through his heart and mind as he held her in his arms and entered the portal to the Dreaming. He couldn't leave her here. He could not lose her. He couldn't let her go.

You fell to your knees and burst into hysterical crying. With your imagination's eyes you saw Morpheus standing over your dead body and grief and despair seemed to tear your soul apart.

"I beg of you…" you looked at Death with broken eyes, "He is your brother! He can't find me dead!"

"He has already found you…" Death replied softly and your cry ripped through the silence of the void. A million thoughts swept through your mind, a million dreams and wishes that you were supposed to fulfill together. A million beautiful days and intoxicating nights you were supposed to spend together. A picture of the life you wanted to build with him. You cried. Despair racked at your pain, tears blurred your vision making you unable to see the blue sparks that were dancing all over your skin. Sparks that seemed to burst out of you and float in the blue smoke to form shapes and images of your unfulfilled dreams that were taken away from you.

"Incredible…" Death whispered as she looked at the images. Each of them depicted Morpheus and you, on the path of life together, each one being a different yearning, a different wish, a different unfulfilled dream. "Remarkable…"

"You have to send me back!" you shouted, suddenly jumping to your feet. The tears disappeared, your eyes burned with a blaze of determination, "You must send me back!" you gripped Death's hand and looked fearlessly into her black eyes. "I refuse! I will not die! I will not leave him alone!"

"Y/N my dear, " she looked at you warmly, "You got what everyone gets, a lifetime. Your life has come to an end. "

"I don't accept it!" you shouted as the flame of determination grew stronger.

"Most don't accept that. Most people at the end of their lives ask for more. But to die is as natural as to live," in a gentle voice she tried to comfort you, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid!" you denied angrily, "But it's not my time! There is nothing natural about my death. I was murdered by a demon formed from the soul of my ex in the body of my friend!!! Fuck! What is natural in such in death!?"

"You haven't exactly lived an ordinary life," she noted, "your death is the natural result of the decisions you made while you were alive."

"I won't go with you!"

"Do you think that a young soldier killed on the battlefield doesn't ask for my mercy when his life is brutally taken from him? Do you think a young girl doesn't ask why when her life ends in a dark alley that she unwisely chose as her way home?" despite the gentleness of her voice her face took on a sterner look, "Do you think that a child does not cry for a mother when illness ends his life prematurely? Even an old man begs for more time when his life comes to an end."

"And what did my parents ask for?" the question broke out quietly.

For a moment Death looked at you and the aura of warmth and understanding seemed to calm your raging nerves. She smiled and sat down on the ground pulling you along. She crossed her legs, rested her elbows on her knees and stared at you tilting her head to the side as if in amusement and curiosity. It seemed to you that she was not accustomed to long conversations with the dead.

"Your father greeted me with joy," she began, "with relief even. He suffered greatly at the end of his life. He was expecting my coming. He was curious, curious about what would happen next. He took my hand without hesitation," tears came to your eyes, "He was worried about your mother, he was worried about you, but he knew you would be okay. He knew you were strong."

"And my mom?" you asked with a whisper.

"Your mom, oh…your mom was just like you. She was desperately clinging to life," a frail smile appeared on Death's face, "My coming was an utter surprise to her. She didn't want to leave. She asked, begged for more time. She kept saying that there was so much she yet had to do, so much more she wanted from life. And she was so worried about you." tears ran down your face, "But in the end, she also went with me."

"Where to?" the question broke out almost soundlessly, "where are they now?"

"I don't know that…" there was not a shred of falseness in her voice, "even I don't know what happens beyond that."

"And yet you want me to go with you…"

"Every mortal creature must take this journey."

"And where will this journey take me? You don't know that."

"You will have to find out for yourself."

You fell silent. Suspended between life and further existence, in nothingness, in the company of benevolent Death, standing at the edge of a lone journey ahead, you knew one thing. If you were not to share this journey with Morpheus, it was not a journey you wanted to go on.

"Morpheus…I can't leave him…" you wiped away tears and persistence shone in your eyes once again.

"Oh my dear Y/N!" amusement appeared on Death's face, "usually people after death think of themselves and what awaits them next and you seem to think of everyone else but yourself!"

"A manufacturing defect," you joked and to your surprise, you laughed out loud, "Sorry but I didn't leave just anyone out there! Dream of the Endless tied his existence to mine and I to his! I guess it's normal for my behavior to be abnormal!"

"You are completely unafraid of me!" she noted amused.

"You're not the first Endless I've met!" you smirked, "But of all of them you are by far the nicest."

"And yet it is at the thought of me that people usually shudder in fear."

"People are stupid!" you scoffed, "Alright enough chitchat, which way to the world of the living?!" you jumped to your feet and began to look around.

"Y/N…" Death began calmly, "There is no return to the world of the living."

"But surely you can make an exception!" anger stained your voice again, "God knows how many times you've made exceptions for Sam and Dean!"

"That's different…"

"Like how?"

"Sam and Dean are protected by the Creator himself. I could take their lives at any time. However, that would mean declaring war on the Creator and the hosts of the Silver City army. This war would be to no one's benefit."

"I won't leave him…" repeated stubbornly. Death only sighed in resignation.

"I can provide you with safe passage to his Kingdom. Something I don't do very often," she offered, "Morpheus is waiting for you. He has called me several times already."

"He is waiting for me?"

"You could live endlessly in his Kingdom as one of his Dreams," she continued, "It's a good offer. It will be wise of you to accept it."

"No." You replied shortly.

"No?"

"I'm not very rational, sorry! But I don't want to live as one of his Dreams," you explained, "I want to live as me! I want to be me! The way I was! With my own free will, my own agency, not as a fragment of myself subjected to his will."

"Y/N, I am offering you an existence without pain, without suffering, forever in the Kingdom of Dream…"

"I know, and I thank you for the offer, but there must be another way."

"Haven't you suffered enough for one life?" Death asked, "Let go. Let yourself rest. Leave behind the struggle, the losses, the pain and suffering…"

"No," you refused again, "Struggle, losses, pain and suffering are just part of my life. Part of my path. There is also joy, happiness, delight, love to be found, there is Dream," the certainty of your words surprised you, "by giving up one I give up the other as well, and I won't do that. I am choosing a different path. I am determined, I won't let the dreams be taken from me, not now after Morpheus has shown me, has taught me how to dream again, how to wish, how to love."

"Y/N…" Death began but you wouldn't let her continue.

"I won't let the dreams be taken from me…" you repeated firmly.

"How do you know there is another path?"

"There must be," you raised your head high and straightened your back, determined, "There must be."

Death only smiled kindly and, to your surprise, she embraced you warmly.

"My brother was right," she said, releasing you from her arms, "You are an exceptional wonder."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you smirked.

"If this is the path you are choosing you will have to follow it by yourself. I can't accompany you."

"Will we see each other again?" you asked.

"One day surely," the scent of lilies and incense surrounded you again, "Good luck my dear. For the first time ever, I wish I knew what Destiny knows now." She hugged you one last time and disappeared leaving you alone in the never-ending void.

"Thank you…" You whispered into the darkness and began to walk ahead.

Dreaming was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness which was brightened only by crackling thunders that cut through the black sky time after time. Rain poured down from the sky incessantly, filling the lakes, swelling the rivers, drowning the land. The wind howled mournfully, slamming the shutters of the houses, breaking the trees, moving the foundations of the earth. All the residents of the Kingdom buried themselves in their homes yet they too seemed to provide no shelter. Dreams and Nightmares buried themselves in the confines of human creations. Magical creatures fearfully fled into the deepest recesses of caves and dungeons. Cain and Abel huddled by the fireplace calming a terrified Goldie. Marvin, along with Lucienne, anxiously looked out the library window at the world whining outside. Matthew perched on the headboard of the bed on which her body rested. Only a wyvern, a griffin, and a hippogriff remained unmoved, informing their Sovereign of the visitor waiting at the gates.

"Where is she?" Morpheus asked his sister when she finally stood in his chamber. He was kneeling by her bed, holding her hand in his, as if waiting for her to wake up in a moment. "Tell me, sister!? Where is she!?" with pleading eyes he demanded an answer. Death only put her hand on his shoulder and answered with sadness.

"She chose a different path," she said.

"I called out to you, I called for your attention. Why didn't you answer me!?"

"My dear Dream, I didn't have to answer you to know what you wanted from me. I chose to spend that time with her."

"Then why didn't you bring her!?" despite the sadness ripping through his entire Realm anger shone red in his eyes. Lightning once again cut through the sky.

"It was not my decision Dream. Nor was it mine, nor was it your decision either," she replied gently, "The decision was hers."

"She refused…" he whispered in disbelief.

"She refused," Death confirmed, "I told you, she chose a different path."

"What path?"

"I think we will have to wait to find out…"

In the darkness, time lost its meaning. You couldn't tell how long it had been since Death had vanished, leaving you alone in an infinite abyss. You walked ahead not knowing where you were heading. You walked ahead not knowing where the path through the darkness would lead you. You walked ahead not knowing if the darkness would ever end. You walked with your head held high and your back straight, confident, determined.

You pushed through the darkness even though your eyes could not register anything but darkness. You fought your way through the vastness even though the silence seemed to crush you with its weight. You could not hear the sound of your steps, nor your breathing, nor your heartbeat.

You ran ahead even though Despair seemed to lurk in the shadows. Whispering words of doubt, crushing your determination with silence and gloom. "Give up" you seemed to hear a whisper coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, "let go, it's pointless" it tempted, "give up…". You closed your eyes to doubt, closed your heart to fear, and igniting the embers of determination you ran.

Despair.

Desire.

Death.

Dream…

Your Dream. Dream of the Endless. The one that restored your desires to dream, to wish, to live. The one who awakened life in you anew. The one who loved you. The one who made you love once again. The one with whom you tied your life. The one they tried to take away from you…

Overcoming the unending emptiness, you kept thinking of him. In your mind you recalled the moment when you first saw him standing in the distance, overseeing his destroyed Kingdom. You recalled that moment when he turned to you and for the first time your eyes met. His deep black starry eyes. They were endless. You relished in the memory of his dark figure hidden in your black room, disguised by the darkness of the night. Sitting in your armchair. Looking at you for the first time in Waking World. You recalled the time when convinced of its unrealness, you wanted to jump out the window and laughed silently at your own foolishness. You brought back that feeling when for the first time his darkness enveloped you saving your life from an inevitable end. The first time Morpheus's closeness made your heart skip a beat, even though you were not ready to admit it at the time. The memory of your first meeting brought a pleasant shiver to your skin and you felt again for the first time.

You brought back into your mind every moment, every step you took that led you here. You evoked the feeling of awe when he first led you into the Dreaming. You recalled the feeling of fascination when you first understood who he was. When you first heard those words that changed your life forever. "I am Morpheus. Dream of the Endless," a smile of delight appeared on your face as you reminisced about the feeling you felt when the depth of his voice sent shivers down your spine for the first time. And you felt them again.

You ran forward and the memories of feelings seemed to flow in uncontrollably.

The excitement you felt when you saw him Waking World, standing in the rain on a crowded street. The strange warmth when he took the umbrella and your bag from you. The first time you walked hand in hand with him, the first time your hand found its place on his arm.

The feeling of strength and power when you fought the demon. The satisfaction you felt when your power ripped him apart. The pain and relief when Morpheus saved your weary body from falling.

The suffering and despair every time you experienced one of your nightmares. The suffering and despair that gave way to a feeling of safety and comfort when he began to accompany you.

Determination when you entered Hell with him.

Frustration when he attempted to command you.

Fierceness when you defiantly confronted Lucifer.

Despair when it seemed to you that the Beast of Judgment had consumed his existence.

Relief at the sound of the words "I am Hope."

Pride when he took your hand for the first time.

You ran forward and you felt again. You felt every feeling you experienced, each and every one of them and all of them at once.

The joy every time he appeared unexpectedly. That feeling of fluttering heart every time you experienced a new aspect of him in your life. Enchantment, denial, fascination, frustration, fear, apprehension, desire, doubt, anxiety, determination, devotion, love. Love pure and precious like the most treasured diamond, love born out of understanding, out of fascination, out of a sense of belonging. A love that was gentle and respectful and at the same time full of lust and passion. A devotion of hearts and souls that even death could not destroy.

Dream of the Endless inspired you to dream again. He gave you the courage to love. He took away your nightmares, he darned you back together. He rediscovered you. He gave you a new life. He was your Dream and no one could take that away from you. Not Despair, not Desire, not even Lucifer himself.

As you walked ahead, through the deafening, cold darkness, you felt again. You felt the feelings that they tried to kill in you, the feelings they wanted to take away from you.

"I will live! I will dream!" you challenge the emptiness out loud. As you walked with a confident step, you felt determination, you felt certainty. You felt you would find your way. The darkness won't overwhelm you, you won't let despair consume your will again, you won't let your dreams be taken away.

And suddenly the darkness parted showing to your eyes a garden. A great abyssal endless garden full of labyrinths of trees and shrubs. It stretched greenery to the horizon with its intricate, forking paths. In its center in the distance stone columns towered, bound in an arch against the very sky. You turned back surprised and you saw the maze behind you, bathed in the pale glow of the sun. In front of you, a straight path led to a stone door by which a tall, hooded man stood. In his hand, he held a massive book chained to his wrist.

"Welcome," he spoke in a low dry, shortsighted voice, "You who have tied your life to the Dream."

"Who are you?" you asked and there was not a shred of fear in your voice.

"I am Destiny of the Endless," he replied and lifted his gaze to reveal a face hidden under his hood. His eyes, white and clear as those of a blind man, stared at you and through you at the same time. It seemed as if he saw everything beyond time and space.

"Have you come to turn me back to Death?"

"What makes you think it was I who came to you?" he asked and his voice sounded dry like the sound of the pages of an ancient book rubbed against each other, "It is you who came to me. To the Garden of Forking Ways. Your actions led you to me. Every step you took, every decision you made, every path you chose led you here," he gestured to the stone door.

"What will I find behind the door? " you asked without hesitation.

"Your further path. The outcome of the action you took."

"Helpful much," you snorted.

"Do not think I came here to show you the way," the white eyes flickered angrily, "I am not your guide. I am an observer. I am here to witness an event that has not happened in the history of existence."

"I guess it's too late to doubt…" you whispered and stepped closer to the door, "I'm already dead, it can't get any worse… " you pushed the stone door with all your strength, "Here goes nothing!" you exclaimed and stepped confidently into the unexplored depths of space.

Destiny of the Endless opened its book and watched as the record of an event that had never happened before appeared on its pages. For it was here that Determination was born.

***

Darkness took you and you strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead, infinite galaxies of light and you seemed to flow through them. Flowing into eternity, crossing time and space, crossing an endless, impassable reality. You flowed through memories, through every dream and nightmare, through every pain, through every joy. You flowed through suffering and despair, through happiness and strength. You flowed beyond time and existence and the silver tears you shed formed new stars around you. You flowed endlessly and only one feeling burned in you with a bright storm light. Determination. You felt light in you again. It was not the end.

You opened your eyes abruptly. The stars disappeared. The darkness vanished. Your confused mind slowly began to register the reality around you. The warmth of the bed you were lying on, the softness of the pillow under your head, the marble vault above your head, the sound of crackling shutters and the air that smelled of stormy rain. The bright smile of Death standing by your bed.

"No…" you whispered in a hoarse voice as if speaking for the first time, "I'm not dead…"

"No, dear!" she smiled even wider, "You're back…"

And then you felt it, the warmth of Morpheus' hands on yours. You felt it for the first time anew. You glanced in his direction and sank into the endless night of his eyes for the first time anew. In stars whose shapes you saw for the first time. In their brightness that shone pure silver. You smiled for the first time and the warmth of his smile ignited your new heart, made it beat for the first time as he spoke to you.

"I thought I had lost you…" he brushed his hand over your cheek as a silver tear ran down his marbled skin.

"You did…" you replied cuddling your cheek into his palm, feeling his warmth again, "I am not me, not entirely."

"No, my heart. You are someone entirely new."

Endless Dream - Epilogue

~~***~~ Author note: At the end of chapter 20, only Epilog left. So yes, that means that story is coming to the end. I'm not gonna lie, I'm going to miss it. I am really satisfied with how this chapter turned out. And I sincerely hope that it was satisfying to you as well. I will save my gratitude for all of you for my last entry at the end of the Epilogue. So let's go there together, now :)

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School days were just several hours spent in a large institute, pretending to learn or make friends for whatever matters. Well, that is, for him. The male never once comes across the thought that going to school was beneficial for him in some way, nor does it answer to cover the feeling of emptiness in his heart. In a sense, it was just a nuisance to him. Despite that, his mother still encouraged him to attend otherwise, claiming that he would certainly find the person that will cure him of his devoid just like how she found hers. He wasn't skeptical of the claim; in fact, it leads him to the edge of hoping to eventually find this certain person, not like he would show it on his face though.

It was still lunchtime, the minute hand was moving so painfully slow that made the ravenette utter a curse under his breath for spending another few hours before going home. Though it's not like he was eager to return home to his empty house anyway⁠—his parents went overseas on a business trip just yesterday night. He wandered the hallway, absentmindedly trudging his way through the seemingly vacant space whilst recalling the time his parents had left.

Hurried footsteps and mumbling can be heard inside a humble house, where a family of three resides. The mother, with long charcoal hair and eyes of the same hue, chatted happily with her husband whilst arranging their luggage. The father, with wrinkled skin and a tired facial expression, only hummed in response to his wife's blabbering, obeying her every order as he gathered personal belongings from around the house. Their son, a young man of 17 years, observed the commotion downstairs. His onyx orbs void of emotion were staring at the two figures.

Noticing a presence at the top of the stairs, the female spotted her beloved offspring and flashed him a sickeningly sweet smile. "Oh! Ayato-kun, I didn't notice you there!"

The aforementioned male only nods back in response, walking down the wooden steps. His father, finally acknowledging his son's presence in the room, turned his attention to him. Even without saying it, the older man knew the confusion on Ayato's face.

"Your mother and I will be leaving on a business trip. We're unsure whether we'll be able to return home early. I'm sure that you'll be able to take care of your own, right?" His father informed, pushing the lid of the suitcase down before closing it.

"Oh, dear! What a silly question~ Of course, Ayato-kun can take care of himself. Right, Ayato-kun?" His mother giggled, facing the mentioned teen with a devilish glint in her abyssal pools. "After all, he does take after his mother~"

"Yes, mother," Was the boy's only reply.

The older Aishi heaved a sigh, massaging his temple as he faced his wife and kid. Their three pieces of luggage were already prepared, quietly resting on the living room couch. The only thing left to do is exchange their farewells before the spouses leave for the airport.

"Ayato," A large, calloused hand gently rested on the aforementioned male's shoulder, making the boy glance up to meet his father's gaze. "I know that it seems unfair for you, seeing that we won't be here to see you off on your first day tomorrow... But I hope you understand. We'll try to contact you as frequently as we could."

Ayato only nodded at his father's words. It's not like he's upset or anything because of their sudden departure, after all, he doesn't feel anything. If ever, Ayato would be willing to experience that kind of emotion. His father sighed at his lack of reaction, although it is to be expected. He removed his hand from his son after, stepping back to let the mother say her goodbye.

"Ayato-kun, we'll surely miss you," Ryoba cooed, wrapping her limbs around the teenager in a loving embrace. She leaned her lips on his ear and whispered. "I'm certain that during our absence, you'll finally find your significant other. By then, make sure to keep her to yourself, alright?"

The hug lasted after, making the female retract her arms back and plant a kiss on his cheeks. Both parents took their belongings as they make their way toward the door. Waving goodbye to their son for the last time, they then exited the household. The raven-haired teenager could only stare at the closed door, processing the words that his mother told him.

Despite his mother's last words to him, leaving him confused, there's one thing that Ayato is certain of⁠—that once he finds her, he won't ever let her go. The raven-haired student continues down the hall, passing random students on the way. His emotionless eyes were glued on the front, his legs moving automatically to his destination. Nearing the corner, he twists his body to the left... only to collide with another body.

A loud thud entered his hearing as the impact forced him to take a step back. The boy grunted in displeasure, seeing that he involuntarily associated with others on his first day. Papers that looked school administration-related were scattered haphazardly in the area, making the male assume that it must be a faculty member he bumped into.

"Ouch..." A feminine voice drawled out, clicking her tongue after.

Ayato glanced down to see not a teacher, but a female student. The girl had [h/l] [h/c] hair, her bangs obstructed the view to reveal her eyes. She was sitting on the floor with the discarded papers, her hand massaging her lower back from the pain of falling.

Ayato's empty gaze stared at her for a while, before he knelt to collect the paperwork. Upon hearing the shuffling of papers, the female raised her head and saw a raven-haired student grabbing the discarded pile. Her [eye color] pools studied his face for a while before she proceeded to collect the other half.

Awkward silence befell them while they continue their work. Neither of the students elicits a word or any sound. Noticing that almost all the papers were collected, Ayato stood up, the female before him watching his actions. He offered her his hand, and even without saying anything, she knew this gesture.

With a small smile, she placed her other hand that wasn't holding the papers on him. "Thanks..."

The moment that their skin touched, however, made Ayato's eyes dilate in shock. Electricity current seemingly courses through his vein from the interaction. His heart was speeding, his face was sweating, and his body heating up. A pink hue smeared across his cheeks as he helped the female up.

Once the [h/c]ette was on her feet, she peered at the male with a sweet smile gracing her lips. "Thanks for helping me. And I'm sorry that I bumped into you earlier, I was just in a hurry."

However, the male student didn't respond. His eyes were blankly staring down at her, his body never moving with their hands still interlocked together. After a minute, Ayato unconsciously tightened his grip on her small hand, making the upperclassman flinch at the sudden pain.

"Um... You're hurting me."

Ayato snapped out of his reverie at her voice. He instantly removed his hand from her and took a step back, bowing a full 90 degrees much to the female's surprise.

"I'm sorry for hurting you," The male expressed, his tone of voice convincingly apologetic.

"Wh... It's fine, it's fine. I'm not hurt, see?" [Name] waved her hand dismissively, showing him the hand he held earlier to prove her point.

Releasing a sigh of relief, Ayato straightened up and faced the girl once again. He stared at her alluring [e/c] orbs, almost like it was beckoning him to get lost in those pools of her. Snapping himself from his stupor, he raised the papers to her.

"Here."

"Ah! Thanks!" [Name] sighed in relief and collect the remaining papers from Ayato. "I would be doomed if even one goes missing. Ugh... Being a class representative is hectic."

Despite the last statement being done in a mutter, Ayato still heard her. Unknowingly, the corners of his lips curved into a small smile. After rearranging the pile in her arm, [Name] faced the male once again, making the boy flare up.

"Well, I'll be going now. It's nice meeting you here. I guess I'll see you soon," Bowing, the petite girl waved goodbye to the male before she jogged to where the faculty room.

Stupefied, Ayato could only stare at the retreating figure of the upperclassman. Once she was out of his line of sight, his dark hues trailed down on the hand that pulled her up. He could still feel the tingling sensation on his skin. Not to mention his blushing face when talking to her. This woman might be the one, right? After all, no one else made an impact on him like this.

〝[Surname] [Name]. She's an upperclassman, huh?〞

A small, genuine smile appeared on his lips. His eyes softened and finally contained a glint of life. He clenched his fist, eyebrows furrowing in determination to fulfill his unspoken duty.

〝I'll make sure no one else will have her. Senpai. Is. Mine.〞

The school bell rang, indicating the end of the lunch period. Students filled the hallway as they made their way back to their classroom for the next period. Bringing his fist back to his sides, Ayato mindlessly trudged his way back to his classroom: class 2-1. The raven-haired eventually arrived at his destination, sitting at the middle desk in the back row. Most students were already at their seats, leaving only two open seats at the back beside Ayato's.

Before the teacher arrived, certain ginger entered the room and sat on the seat next to the window as a female blonde followed and situated beside Ayato. The subject teacher entered the room shortly after and the class started. The male couldn't care less about the people around him, his attention was only on his senpai as he reminiscences their fateful encounter.

The bell's chimes resonated around the whole building, its tunes gave off a gentle and relaxed feeling. Teachers immediately dismissed the class as students proceeded on cleaning. Some were sweeping the floor, others mopped the hallways, while the remaining students erased the writings on the chalkboard and dusted the board eraser. While the students were busy with their tasks, a certain [h/c]-haired female trudged along the hallway with a stack of textbooks in her arms. She was assigned to return the material to the faculty room as one of her responsibilities as the class representative.

She let out a tired sigh, her eyes were half-lidded and droopy. [Name] walked past several students in the hall, exchanging small smiles and brief greetings with her acquaintances. The female descended the stairs, carefully watching her steps to ensure she won't trip on the way down. Once she landed on the second floor of the building, her [e/c] hues recognized a mop of orange not far from her.

"Hey, Osano," she greeted, walking towards the male who was mopping the floor.

The male turned in her direction at the mention of his name, amber pools meeting with tired ones. "Senpai... What are you going to do with that?"

"Oh, sensei just asked me a favor of returning these to the faculty. Comes with the responsibility of being a class representative, you know?" The female sighed at that, clearly unwilling to have a certain role forced upon her.

"Okay. Do you need some help then?" He asked. However, pink dusted his cheeks at the realization. "N-not that I wanted to! You look like you're about to drop dead and I don't want to clean up your mess."

[Name] let out a low chuckle at her friend's antics. He really can be cute at times. "Sure, I don't mind the help. I'm having trouble carrying all these heavy books. So thanks a lot!"

"Whatever," Osano huffed, his blush deepening a bit as he leaned the mop on the floor and grabbed three-fourths of the pile.

"What are your plans later on?"

"Hm, I have to go to my part-time job next town."

"Oh? You have a job?"

"Yep. I started this job during summer break, that's why I declined aunty's offer to have a vacation with you."

"Tsk. You should've said so sooner."

"Hehe~ Sorry!"

"Anyway, what time are you going to return home later?"

"I don't know. Maybe at eight at most, depending on the traffic and my work session."

"Should I travel with you there? You know how bad you are with directions."

"Ahaha! There's no need, really. I've been there a lot of times over the last two weeks. I can handle myself pretty fine."

"Whatever you say so," the male muttered under his breath, tugging at his scarf before ushering the girl beside him onward.

His companion just giggled at the interaction, seemingly content with his share of affection and concern. The ginger, however, just huffed in annoyance and tried to hide the incoming blush that threatened to settle itself on his cheeks. The pair walked away from the school campus, passing by rows of cherry blossoms as the wind gently carried the pink petals away. [Name] tucked a strand of [h/c] locks behind her ear when the breeze passed by. Serenity befalls the two childhood friends as they stood side by side with each other, exchanging brief conversations that made both grace a smile on their faces.

Unbeknownst to them both, a certain ravenette was watching them from a reasonable distance. His onyx hues were glaring daggers at the back of the ginger, his hands forming into a tight fists. He was enraged by this interaction—seeing that his senpai was chatting and laughing with other males. The pink that adorned his classmate's pale cheeks didn't escape his hawk-like gaze.

Ayato continued to stalk the two homes. He made sure to take quiet steps and hide behind any covers whenever Osano looked behind. He followed them through twists and turns, coming to a street completely unknown to the stalker. He often never leaves his house, seeing that he had no reason to do so. His abyssal hues observed them from behind an electric pole as the pair stopped in front of a house.

[Name] and Osano stood just outside the [Surname] residence. She was saying her goodbyes to him and entered her house. The ginger watched her ensure that she was home safely, before walking next door to enter his household. Ayato got out of his hiding spot a few moments after Osano returned home. He trudged over to the house he presumed his senpai lived and stared at the plaque outside the lot.

〝This is where senpai lives, huh? Great, now I can finally watch over her whenever she walks home.〞

A gentle smile etched on his lips upon the thought of the female. However, it was soon replaced with a scowl when his attention turned toward the house next door. His shoes clicked against the asphalt as he made his way to the neighboring residence. A hard glare was sent towards the silhouette of a male inside the household, his appearance obscured from sight with the help of a curtain hanging from the windows.

〝I have to get rid of this guy as soon as possible. He's awfully close to my senpai—he's planning to steal her from me.〞

Orange and yellow splashed across the sky, decorating the heavens with warm colors as the sun descends behind the horizon. [Name] glanced at her phone in hand, checking the current time which read 5:12 in the afternoon. Heaving an exasperated sigh, the female pulled on her headphones and cranked the volume of her music up. She stared out the bus to watch the sunset, her forehead leaning against the glass windows.

〝I didn't expect that my first day would be this tiring. We haven't officially started class yet. Thankfully, sensei didn't place too much work on me today, and Tsuka-san allowed me to go home early. What a relief...〞

Closing both of her eyes, the [h/c]-haired student shifted in her seat to find a comfortable spot to sleep in. She planned to catch some shut-eye before going to her workplace, considering that she'll surely be returning home late at night. As the girl was about to doze off, the vehicle skidded to a stop, presumably where the bus station was. This forced the student to open an eye to scan the scenery outside.

〝Oh, shoot! I didn't notice that here's my stop!〞

[Name] quickly gathered her belongings and stood up from her seat, rushing out of the bus before the door closes. Fortunately, she was able to hop off in a nick of time. Releasing a relieved sigh, the [h/c]ette proceeded on walking the rest of the way towards her workplace. She grabbed her bag strap while casually walking towards her destination, seeing that she still has spare time before her shift starts.

Her soft footsteps were barely audible in the busiest part of town, the loud noises of passing vehicles and crowds masked any sound she was producing. The young teen hummed to her music, [e/c] orbs observing her surroundings. Even though the female has been to Shodochiku town for the last two weeks, she still hasn't explored the majority of the place and the establishment it has.

Going through several turns and streets, [Name] finally entered the residential area of the town. Her footsteps which were previously inaudible were now echoing around the empty street with each step. A smile broke into her facial expression, elated that she was nearing her destination. Houses are lined on her side, each has a distinct look to differentiate each residing family. She halted in front of a sky-blue-painted second-story house, a large cherry blossom tree was planted in the front yard, and its leaves floated around in the air before landing on the pavement.

She removed the headphone from her head and let them rest around her neck before turning the music off on her phone. Her smile never left as her eyes stared at the plaque on the gate door for a minute before pressing the doorbell. She could hear the chimes from outside, its high-pitched sound resonated throughout the residence. In a moment, she received a 'Wait a moment please!' before a child emerged from behind the front door and ran towards their gate. [Name] watched as the wooden gate opened and revealed a young girl with short raven hair and piercing eyes of a gradient black to red-color.

The older of the two bent down to the child's level and affectionately patted her head. "Hey, Lucy-chan. How are you?"

"I'm fine, [Surname]-neesan. You're here for the tutor, right?" The child, Lucy, greeted back with such formality, a small smile gracing her lips.

[Name] chuckled, standing back to her full height. "I've told you before that you can just call me [Name]-neesan. And yes, I'll be tutoring you and your brother once again."

"Please come in then, [Name]-neesan. Mama and Niisan are waiting inside," Lucy said then grasped the female's hand, dragging her into their household while the young ravenette closed the gates after.

"Pardon the intrusion," [Name] declared whilst removing her shoes and placing them neatly on a rack beside the door.

"Oh! It's you, [Name]-chan! Please, come in, come in!" A beautiful woman appeared from one of the rooms and ushered the teenager in. She has long charcoal tresses that fade into a shade of blue at the tips, reaching her waist, and her irises were a gradient of orange and purple. Glancing at her daughter from behind the teen, she ushered her as well. "Lucy, dear, can you please place the snacks that I've prepared on the coffee table? And please call your brother upstairs."

"Yes, Mama," the girl obediently nodded her head and did as she was instructed to.

The woman smiled, watching as the child disappear into the kitchen. She then faced her visitor and briefly gave her a welcoming hug to which the teen happily returned. It lasted for a moment before the two pulled away. "It's nice seeing you again, [Name]-chan. The kids really love you here. I do apologize for taking your entire evening just to tutor my children, especially when school just started. It has to be tough managing your duties as a student and your part-time job, right?"

"Ah! It's no problem at all, Lilith-san! I'm just happy to be able to help Lucy-chan and Levi-kun with their studies," the [h/c]ette reassured, sending the adult a carefree smile with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Besides, I can handle my schoolwork and jobs just fine."

"If you say so, [Name]-chan. But do remember to take care of yourself, okay?"

"I'll sure will, Lilith-san. Don't worry."

Lilith smiled, seemingly content with her response. "Well, then. Please rest and have a snack. I'm sure you're pretty tired from the trip."

"Thank you, Lilith-san," [Name] returned the smile with her own as they both entered the living room.

The teenager sat on one of the couches, placed her bag beside her, and laid her back comfortably against the cushion. Lilith came in after and poured the girl cranberry juice into a cup, giving it to her after filing the entire glass. The student uttered thanks and drank the juice. Lilith only smiled as she went into the kitchen once again. [Name] placed the glass down and took a tuna sandwich from the plate. She took small bites to savor the taste while taking out the phone from her pocket, and checking her new messages.

"Heh...? So normie-neesan has a boyfriend already? As expected from a normie."

[Name] almost choked on her sandwich at the sudden voice beside her. Her heart was hammering against her chest in complete shock and alarm. With wide [e/c] eyes, she whipped her attention towards the source. There, stood behind the couch she was sitting on, was a young boy—short bluish-purple side-swept hair and half-lidded orange-purple eyes. He had his arms crossed over the back of the couch, leaning on it. The expression he was giving was rather bored and unamused; maybe perhaps about the new information that he got from his tutor.

"Levi-kun!" She quietly shrieked in surprise, pink dusting across the female's face at his earlier claim. "Please don't scare me like that!"

〝When did this child even sneak up on me? Geez... I really should pay attention to my surroundings.〞

"So... Who's the guy? Is he a normie like you?" Levi completely ignored her small outbursts and instead walked around the couch and sat beside her. He took a sandwich and munched on it. "Is he?"

Recovering from her surprised state, she cleared her throat and placed the half-eaten sandwich on the plate. She returned the phone to her bag. "No. He's not my boyfriend. He's just a childhood friend. And technically, you can say that he is a normie."

"Hm..." The boy mused, still not convinced. "But if you're friends with him from childhood, isn't he gonna be your sweetheart? You know, that's the trope in most anime and dating sims!"

[Name]'s blush deepened. "N-no! You've got it wrong! We're just friends, nothing more! I could consider him as my family but nothing else. And please don't compare reality to those fictions..."

Levi was taken aback by her words, shock evident in his expression. "Nee-san! How could you! I thought you liked anime and games as well?! Then why are you belittling them like this?! Maybe it was wrong of me to think you were different from those normies!"

The girl sweatdropped. Fortunately, her blush had died down. Though in place, she has to calm the otaku boy down before he sulked in a corner because of her betrayal, or so he indirectly claimed. Levi started whining and talking to himself about how 2D characters are better than real people and how he doesn't need any non-otaku friends. [Name] was about to make a move on the boy only to be stopped when a book was slapped on his unsuspecting head. The teen had to blink twice at the sudden occurrence which left her dumbfounded.

"Ouch! What was that for, Lucy?!" Levi roared while holding his head, looking from behind him to glare at his sister.

"You should stop making trouble for [Name]-neesan. She's not here to listen to your whines nor stop you from throwing a tantrum; she's here to tutor both you and me," the young girl stated, a bit of venom in her stern voice which made her older brother gulp and shut up.

The [h/c]-haired student could only sweat-drop at this sibling duo. Despite Lucy's young age, she appeared more mature and strict than her otaku and game-loving older brother. It's a wonder how could a nine-year-old girl even manage to discipline an 11-year-old boy on behalf of her parents. And what's even a mystery is that Levi would be obedient despite him being the oldest and probably having a higher authority than her. That, [Name] will never know.

〝These two are a weird brother-sister combo.〞

"Now, now, Lucy. There's no need for that, dear. Let's have some snacks first and chat before you two start studying," Lilith entered the room once again with a gentle smile on her face, clasping her hands as she sat on a couch opposite where her guest and son sat.

"Yes, Mama," the ravenette girl complied and followed suit, sitting next to her mother.

The four of them engaged in lively chatter and occasional laughter caused by Levi's unusual jokes and voice imitation of his favorite characters. Lucy had to restrain herself from sighing at her brother's childish behavior and instead listened to the conversation between her mother and [Name]. Lilith would bring up topics about the girl's education and ask her how she was faring. The teenage student would give curt replies saying that she's fine and can handle her duties just fine.

The Lady of the House would often wonder to herself if her children should attend Akademi once they're in high school, which leads her to ask her guest about her opinion. [Name] insists that the siblings should rather attend better schools which are near their home. Of course, she was questioned why, but the [h/c]ette only gave the partial truth to her reasoning.

Once six o'clock struck, they cleaned the table and brought the empty dishes inside the kitchen. Lucy helped her mother to wash the utensils while [Name] started to tutor the blue-haired otaku. Soon after, the young girl joined them.

After an hour and a half of studying, the trio returned the textbooks and notebooks to their respective places. The siblings went upstairs to their room to fix their school materials while [Name] returned her teaching materials to her bag. She stood up and dusted her clothes. Glancing over at the clock in the room, she pursed her lips. 7:32, it read. Depending on tonight's traffic, she might return home at eight at the very least.

"[Name]-chan?" A certain female called out.

"Yes, Lilith-san?" The mentioned girl trudged toward where the adult was.

"Come and have dinner with us. It would be rude of me if I didn't let you eat before going home. I'm sure you'll be hungry on your way back," the ravenette insisted, placing plates on the dining table.

"Ah! There's no need for that, Lilith-san! I'll be fine on the road. I'll just buy some snacks. Really, I'll be fine," [Name] dismissively waved her hands.

"Please," the adult's gentle eyes gave her a look. One that says that she won't take no for an answer. "I insist."

The girl only let out a defeated sigh and smiled afterward. "If it's not much trouble for you then, Lilith-san."

〝Lilith-san sure is persistent.〞

"Great! My husband should be returning by now," Lilith cheered, clapping her hands together.

[Name] sat on one of the chairs, placing her bag on the floor. The two kids came in not long, Levi taking a seat next to the ravenette while Lucy helped her mother set the table. The child would go back and forth from the kitchen to the dining with plates of dishes in each hand. [Name] was feeling guilty for letting the girl do all work and volunteered on helping her, only for the younger girl to decline, saying that she was fine. So she, of course, complied and sat patiently on her seat.

Once the table was done, the ravenette girl took a seat opposite the older female. Lilith entered the kitchen while carrying a pot of soup, placing it in the middle of the table. [E/c] eyes scanned the food prepared—Salmon teriyaki, tempura, mapo tofu, miso soup, shogoyaki, tonkatsu, and a variety of sushi. She couldn't believe her eyes; surely, Lilith doesn't have to prepare this many. However, before she could voice her question, her ears perked up at the sound of the gate of the household creaking and soon the front door opened.

"It's Papa!" Levi cheered, hopping off his chair, and raced out of the dining to greet his father.

"Nii-san!" Lucy shouted, her tone scolding. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as she hurried after him. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop running through the halls!"

The [h/c]-haired high schooler could only blink her eyes in confusion and stare at the doorway. During her time tutoring the two during vacation, she never once encountered nor saw their father. She only knew his name—Beel—and that's it. There was a family portrait atop a cabinet in the living room, but she never once took an interest in looking at it. Even though it's harmless, she still doesn't want to appear nosy inside their household.

"My, my. This is the first time you'll be meeting their father, right?" A voice broke the female from her trance. She faced the owner of the voice and saw Lilith by the doorframe.

[Name] gave a curt nod. "Yes."

Just as she said that a buff man entered her sight. She can't help but let her [e/c] pools dilate in complete shock. Standing beside Lilith was her husband, Beel—he has messy, almost spiky orange hair and a purple and pink gradient eye color. His son was perched on his shoulders, hugging his head, while Lucy was holding his free hand. The spouses exchanged a brief kiss and Beel finally let Levi down.

〝That's Beel-san?! Oh my gosh, he's so tall and muscular! Even with his clothes on, his muscles still pop out!〞

He faced the guest and smiled. "So, you're [Name], right? Thanks for painstakingly tutoring my kids. I know Lucy's diligent but a bit rigid. And this one can be a problem, though I hope he doesn't cause you any trouble."

"It's unfair how you always look upon Lucy..." Levi mumbled to himself, seemingly upset by his father's comment. He crossed his arms and averted his gaze away, a pout present on his lips.

〝Levi-kun seemed hurt by that...〞

"It's such a pleasure to meet you Beel-san," [Name] stood up and bowed respectfully. "I thoroughly enjoyed helping them both with their studies. And please don't worry; I didn't encounter any problems when tutoring them. Levi-kun is pretty hardworking when he puts his mind to things, so I didn't have any concerns with him. And as for Lucy-chan, I admire her independence and knowledge that I didn't need to do anything in particular for her."

"I see, then. That's great," Beel smiled, placing both of his hands on his children's hair and ruffling it. "Hear that, you two? Keep up the great work and Papa will surely reward you."

Levi cheered loudly, jumping on his spot. Lucy was calm unlike her brother, but her reddish-black eyes were gleaming with happiness. The spouses chuckled at their kids before they settled down for dinner. Beel sat at the head of the table, Lilith to his right and Levi on his left. Lucy sat beside her mother while [Name] remained in her previous seat next to the otaku.

"Wah... So tired..." A certain [h/c]ette groaned out, entering her room while yawning.

It was already 8:24 when she returned home from her job. And of course, Osano had to send her a multitude of texts asking about her whereabouts and the time she'll be returning. The girl can't help but think that the ginger was overprotective of her, to a degree that he even surpassed his mother's concern for the female. [Name] was quite intrigued with his change, but didn't intend on confronting him about it. While on the way home, she had to repeatedly assure the male that she was safe on the trip and will be returning home shortly. But knowing the male, he wasn't that convinced that he even waited for her at the train station for her arrival.

A tired sigh escapes her slightly parted lips, turning the light off and heading towards her bed. Once she had made herself comfortable on the soft mattress, she pulled the blanket from beneath and put it over her body. Closing both of her eyes, drowsiness overcame her body and she immediately fell asleep.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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S♡ul-mate

Characters: Dabi x Gn! reader Genre: angst, Soulmate-au Writer: @ white-poppie

A/N: Reader is a civilian, more specifically a medical student with a Claw-quirk. They have retractable claws like lion.

Part 2: 𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)

In world where everyone was born with a soulmate assigned to them since their birth, people who very anomalies were considered pathetic.

If you didn't have a soulmate a) they died b) they aren’t born yet and c) maybe you are just unlucky.

By your age, most people had already met their soulmates in real life.

Soulmates could connect with each other, between the ages of 7 to 8. You go to sleep one night and then BAM! you meet your soulmate in this parallel plane of dimension. People describe it being the same colour as the emotion your soulmate feels the most frequently. Yellow denoting happiness, blue-sadness, green-envy, red-anger, purple-pride etc. etc.

It is a different colour through each other’s eyes, seeing the most vulnerable parts of each other. However, your soulmate decided to never show up.

Whenever you tried to connect with your soulmate, all you could see was this never-ending darkness. You felt trapped and you mind forced you to wake up.

Eventually you decided to give up your futile attempts with connecting with your soulmate, thinking that maybe you were not unfortunate; perhaps your soulmate was just...dead; it was better than thinking that he chose not to contact you.

You were scrolling through your phone, trying to get even a wink of sleep if possible.

Years ago you had posted this question on a forum:

“Every time I try contacting my soulmate, all I see is darkness and wake up, can someone please help me?”

@/white-poppie: Idk bro, have you tried exploring the darkness yet? Maybe it is your soulmate’s most felt expression: despair or depression.

Have you tried exploring the darkness yet? What a weird thing to say. Why would one want to explore the darkness? All the poets and scholars said to stray away from it!

Slowly and gradually your eyelids felt heavy and you fell into a slumber.

Darkness...it was suffocating and unending. Your heart pulsating between your ribs, brain was overflowing with questions and anxiousness.

‘Try,’ your mind revolted, ‘at least try once so you won’t regret it later.’

With the loudest voice you could summon, you squeaked, “Hello?”

No answer.

“Hello!?”

“Who...” a voice replied, it was fait, but it was there, begging to be heard.

“Where are you?” you asked, propelling yourself further into the unseeking void.

“Here,” the voice said, it was gravelly and hoarse as a person’s voice is after screaming or crying.

There was a small luminescence in one corner and a shadow sitting in it; looking rather crumbled.

Your rushed towards it, but the closer you tried to get, the further the image went.

“Stop!” you huffed, tired as tears pricked your eyes in frustration. After years of praying you had finally heard their voice and now they were running away.

“Don’t go, please!”

“It’s too bright,” it answered, “why the hell is your subconscious so bright?”

“Huh?” you were taken aback by his sarcastic comment, “its complete darkness for me here, can you approach me, please?”

“Shit, that figures why you didn’t come to me after all these years.” Heavy footsteps echoed loudly, matching the rhythm of your heartbeat.

The light came closer and closer and closer until there was a small spark of physical light. The two of you looked at it as it rose above and spread colour into the realm. like a bath bomb. You closed your eyes at the expulsion and slowly opening them.

To say it was a magical sight would be an understatement. It was regal, it was the mingling of souls. The realm was etched with two colours, marbled together: Onyx and Ivory.

“White,” you whispered under your breath, “what does it mean?”

“Kindness, peace,” the man laughed. You looked at him clearly now; a tall man with the most beautiful cerulean eyes, and black hair that matched him beautifully.

“Wow,” you whispered.

“Find me scary or disgusting yet? Feel free to run away, I won’t judge you,” the man scoffed.

“No,” you answered with adoration in your eyes, “you look so cool.”

Now, Dabi was taken aback by that, its not everyday...hell no one has ever said anything like that to him.

“Name?” he said a little harshly that he intended, but you caught onto that.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I am Y/N L/N, a medical-student and I have a claw-quirk.” You extended your claws, showing them off and quickly retracting them.

“Impressive,” he whistled, “could’ve been a nice hero or a villain with that, but a doctor is more respectable.”

You laughed at his passive-aggressive comment, “Your turn.”

“You will be scared of me then,” he snickered, sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs while you did the same.

“I won’t,” you answered, “I won’t judge you even if you are a murderer, I am sure those people must have deserved that,” you joked, earning a laugh from him.

“The exception being if you are a predator,” you stated, “you are not a predator right?”

“Nah nah,” he laughed, “but yeah...I am a villain,” he paused looking at you, your expression was unreadable.

“I go by the alias Dabi,” the gears in your mind turned as you remembered that infamous villian all-over the news.

You hummed, “I have heard about you, you have that...Hell-fire quirk right?”

“Yep,” he answered.

“Dabi can’t be your real name,” you stated questioningly.

“It’s Touya,” he answered, “Touya Todoroki.”

“That’s a pretty name,” you said

“Never liked it, brings back some bad memories,” he sighed.

“I had a question,” you continued a little harshly, “Why didn’t you approach me when you could see me?”

“Look at me!” He exclaimed, “you think I can approach anyone being all burnt? Especially you, white soul.”

Tears pricked in your eyes, “you know I thought my soulmate was dead,” you said with your voice cracking that made even Dabi’s burnt heart hurt.

“Your soulmate died when he was 7 Y/N, you just have Dabi now,” he said while gritting his teeth.

“I don’t mind, Dabi,” you hesitantly held his hand in yours, “I don’t mind Dabi at all, he is just a product of this gangrenous society who failed to protect Touya.”

Dabi’s eyes watered as he looked at you, such sincerity and love that he had never experienced as a child.

“I am here now Touya, I am your soulmate and I won’t leave,” you smiled.

“They won’t let us be together Y/N,” he sighed, “I am a villain, I was born with tragedy in my blood; they never let you be infamous and happy.”

“Don’t you think, both of us have yearned long enough already? From nervousness, darkness and freeting. Being too kind and too depressed...we have always been truly alone,” you said feeling the realm fade away, suddenly hyper-aware.

“No! No! Its to early!” Dabi tried grabbing your hand but you two were already being pulled away, “I’ll be there Y/N! Wait for me!”

“I will,” you answered, feeling the emptiness claw your chest.

We are good people, aren’t we? We deserve a soft epilogue after all.

Part 2 is here!! : 𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)

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Day 4 / Day 5 : Fire & Unlight @silmsmutweek

pairing: Angbang (Melkor x Mairon) - lowkey oneside

wordcount: 1k

rating: nsfw 🔞

Trigger warning: Dark fic / dubcon sex & bj / domsub / body horror (sort of) / unhappy void shenanigans / angst, no happy ending.

-> (i cannot stress this enough, not to read it if this is bothering you. You are responsible for the content you choose to see.)

There is nothing pretty about the way Melkor holds him, nothing beatific in the way his Song is carving scars over the fabric of his ëala - of what remains of it at any rate. Tendrils of unlight wrap around him and tighten until Melkor can hold Mairon in the palm of his hand.

This is no heartfelt reunion. The Void has made his former lover the monster they talk about. This is Sauron’s punishment, this is Mairon’s failure. Here, in the Nothingness that is somehow even less than that, he is at the mercy of the Dark and Terrible.

There is no ring to save him this time, no allegiance to plead, no words of love to whisper. Even sounds are absent when Mairon screams his pain at being torn open without any kindness. There is no physicality to recoil at, no eyes to close, no tears to hide.

He has spent so long untouched and uncared for, but this is no caring. It is a dissection. Melkor’s ëala forces itself in his, unrelenting, unforgiving and Mairon cannot do anything but take and submit in this environment that is all but timeless.

There is no ending to pray for, he is unmade already and this is eternity looping on itself for he knows the lore the elves are afraid of is a lie. There is no absolution, no battle, no escape.

Servant of the Dark he once was, Master of illusions and lies, Mairon would be on his knees choking on the heaviness of the Mightiest if it were possible.

His ruin then comes forth in the subtle change of sensory deprivations, for suddenly he is drinking in the chalice of eternity and alight with flames of splendid gold and it burns too much, too bright, too loud.

There’s a shift behind him - he has a body now, burning cold hands on his hips, nails racking his skin, this is a memory he thinks, a piece of the past transformed into an oniric chapel where minds of the present are forced into a display of aphotic mimicry.

Melkor is deep within his body, hips slamming brutally and Mairon’s gasps are forced out of him, head buried in the pillows beneath.

Mine, mine, mine Melkor sings, grunts and laughs and he wants to say that yes, he always has been, yes because Mairon accomplished nothing without his Master, yes because there is nothing else to fight for, nothing else that matters and please, please gives him back a purpose, a sense of identity.

But the hand that pulls on his hair, squeezes around his neck tells another story, there is no more love and forgiveness, this is the new purpose for there is nothing in the Void, no Kingdom to defend, no tower to build, no lands to conquer.

Melkor flips him on his back to push his legs against his chest, somehow the bed is gone now and dark myst covers most of his Master and the cock that is shoved back in him is half tangible half ethereal.

The hand around his neck tightens until black spots dance around his vision, sends arousal and fear mixed together down his spine.

You are nothing Mairon but the conduit of my will, have you forgotten.

He has. He has not. It never left him. He had wanted to still be more, even without him.

Your existence is to serve me, there is no escape.

The world dissolves into fog, somehow he feels as if falling even though gravity does not exist in this place and when he lifts his eyes once more, kneeling on the dark floor of a mockery of what Angband used to be, Melkor is standing above him garbed in dark tendrils, one long hand stroking himself.

Crawl Mairon,

He shivers.

Mairon.

He’s on his hands and knees half a second later. Like a supplicant in a now-sunken temple he awaits for the divine sacrament, for a hint of something behind those onyx half formed eyes. Melkor’s face is a ruin, half of it consumed by Unlight, the other so pretty, so young, so like what Mairon loved so ardently back then.

An icy hand yanks him by his hair and forces him to swallow him to the base and Mairon forces himself to remember he is not of substance, but held together by memories. His throat eases around the swollen member, tears pool at the corners of his eyes and Melkor seems elsewhere and ignores the pleading in Mairon’s eyes.

Look at me, please, I tried. I tried so hard to win for us. Please love me. I am yours, I have been yours always.

He can’t cry with Melkor’s dick so deep in his throat, he can only chokes and presses the heel of his hand against his own arousal to relieve some of the pressure.

This, is a mistake.

The formless mass of darkness that is his lover swirls angrily and icicles creep the length of his arm, imprisoning his fingers, crushing his flesh and bone and with an angry gesture Melkor severs his arm entirely all the while still thrusting between Mairon’s lips.

His shout of pain - but is there even pain if there is no body in the first place? - is muffled by thick flesh that turns colder than the coldest ices of the one Helcaraxë. Mairon’s fires - still there despite it all, formless and purposeless he might be but he still is a spirit of fire - surges back to knit at the bleeding flesh.

Melkor smiles, ugly and sharp then groans and releases. Mairon swallows around seed that tastes of unlight and heartbreak and he does not know which one is his.

You were a failure Mairon.

I know he wants to say but he is back to being nothing, bodiless, suspended in emptiness ready to consume every inch of his spirit. It whispers of hunger insatiable.

I can do better with you.

But Melkor is retreating back into the vacuumness of their prison and Mairon screams because there is pain now, the nihility of his own existence, the unanswered prayers, the yearning to be something, not to be alone again.

Please, he cries, please do not leave me again.

But there is no light in the Void, only darkness eternal.

#silmsmutweek #i am so brave to post this #angbang #dark!angbang #i dont know what i just wrote but here it is #prompt: tolkien lgdrm

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creampie-capital · 1 year

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↳𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

awake, every fiber in your body began to ignite as if they were set ablaze. Your eyes flickered open, rendering sightless from the intensely pure light.

The air was fresh, clean, yet suffocating.

It was taking a moment to center yourself; controlling your breathing, and welcoming your sight back. You had to recognize that you were uninjured, your heart still beat within your ribs, and not a mark was left behind by the penetration of Apollo's sacred arrow.

By the time your vision did return, you were blessed with the scenery of Otto's watch above The Cosmic Void.

To say that you were a bit grateful for the sight of ferns and vines covering the walls and surrounding the columns that open to the terrace was an understatement.

Though...on that balcony stood the one creature you wanted to slaughter with your bare hands.

"You f*cking punk!"

Otto's massive hooded figure twisted to face your frame with the nippy stygian whisp beneath his robes fluttering.

"Whatever do you mean, Little Nymph?" Its deep rumbling voice penetrated your sensitive mind and spurred on a raging headache. They felt to be of your blood vessels throbbing, pounding against your skull.

Even with the discomfort of your brain, you stepped onto the frigid marble flooring to stride towards the creature.

"I already had Apollo obsessed with me, so why didn't you bring me back?! That motherf*cker became a freak and would have torn my legs off if I didn't kill myself!" You snarled with a fury that gripped your limbs and dug into your muscles.

Otto's boney, soot-black fingers danced across the staff's stem while humming. It would have been a purr, though the way it sent tremors beneath your feet was like an earthquake.

"The fun had yet to start, not until his obsession and jealousy sunk into him like arrows. It's unfortunate his mania didn't last as long-"

"Because he was trying to f*ck me!?" Your arms raised in the air with your hands morphing into fists that shook. "Why couldn't you just bring me back once he was done!?"

The creature's pallidity voids seemed to intensify in blankness as his monstrous frame approached threateningly. "Your promiscuous urges are against the rules; the rules I implanted." You narrowed your eyes with your jaw clenching. "Furthermore, the sole method for you to return is if you have achieved your main objective. Only then will you be able to strike yourself with the deity's sacred weapon."

"What!?" You bellowed so audibly you were sure your voice could have splintered glass. "I have to die every time I want to return back!? That's absolute bullsh*t! You piece of-" Before you could finish your rant, onyx-hued tendrils shot forth from beneath his robes to grasp your throat.

The force was like that of being struck by a moving vehicle. Your bones raddled within your limbs with air stollen from your lungs due to the tightening grasp.

Your stomach tingled.

"You may be able to act a fool in front of the gods; however, I do not allow such boldness in my presence." It tightened the appendage, choking you greatly as your nails dug into the tendrils. The texture was like playdough; regardless, the density of it was great. Your nails couldn't tear through it.

Within your lungs, they burned as if lava were flooding through the organ. Drool trickled the corner of your lips as you fought for your freedom; feeble wheezes reverberated out.

Thick opaque tears glossed over your (e/c) optics that stung, teetering on spilling passed your lids. Pressure built like that of an avalanche with your head, growing and expanding the longer it choked you.

Your mind was growing numb.

"I make the rules." Another tentacle inched closer, slithering up your face before stopping at your nose. "I enforce them." The appendage swiped across your heated cheeks that you hadn't realized trailed with tears. "And you'll follow them like a good little girl."

Black inkblots flickered across your muddled vision; however, those pallidity void eyes had never been so bright and clear.

Your cl*t was throbbing.

Like you were being pulled down into the depths of the ocean, your limbs weighed downwards. All of your senses zoned in and out, wavering between overbearing and devoid.

"Is that understood?"

Your teeth ground against each other as you fought to remain conscious.

"I will only repeat myself once more." You were lifted into the air with more tendrils encircling your shins up to your upper thighs, where they squeezed. The force was as if they were attempting to rip your legs apart from your pelvis. "Do you understand?"

No...

"...Y-Yes."

In an instant, the tendrils released your figure and snaked back under the stygian whisp and thick ebony-hued robes.

You descended to your knees harshly where the bone connected with marble. It should have hurt, shooting forth pain all through the area, yet the only thing you could discern was your head that throbbed so viciously.

And your fingertips quivering from the delight that once mixed with your blood through your veins.

Now that you were unrestrained, your body hunched over as you coughed and gagged. Your esophagus tenses and relaxes, aching from the strain that once crushed it beneath skin, muscles, and bone.

"Pathetic."

Your head snapped upwards to face the creature.

"Becoming aroused, permeating this air with your desire...You're disgusting..." It lowered the staff with spike until the pointed tips pressed into your heated cheeks. "...You're pathetic..." The spiked barbs caressed along your flesh, pressing into it yet not tearing until it was still on your lips. "...You're perfect for this."

A grin quirked on your face, with your stomach coiling between nausea and ache.

"Perfect, huh?" You croaked while reaching for your tender throat. "So, did you enjoy my performances then? Did you enjoy observing me humiliate Apollo? Did you enjoy watching me disgrace myself on my knees?"

Otto shifted the staff to nick a thin short wound on your bottom lip. You flinched, instinctively leaning back, yet Otto's slender jointed extremities grasping your cheek and forcing you in place stalled any movements.

"Your performances were lackluster, mediocre at best."

The grin on your lips fell like angels plunging from grace. Blood dripped from the cut and trickled down your chin.

"I blessed you with so many abilities, yet that was the best you could? That was all you could muster? And to think I believed you were the best of the best..."

"I am!" You snarled, nearly lurching forward as if desiring to bash your head against 'its.'

"You're not good enough."

Something snapped, like ropes tearing after being tugged apart for so long. Your lips trembled as you reached for its wrist; the frigid texture of its skin felt all too human for its monstrous figure concealed by thick robes.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Blood oozed into your mouth from the wound that refused to heal. Its metallic tang did nothing to distract you from your raging emotions. "I'm better than anyone you could have picked! I'm more than enough!"

"Really? You were void of those thoughts in your timeline." His ethereal voice echoed within your mind like a purr.

A lump formed within your throat and strained against your sore esophagus. Your eyes glossed over once again, with the inner corner of your eyes stinging.

"You don't know me, f*ck face."

"Oh?"

Two thick rooted tendrils slithered against the ground before rising to grasp your wrist and chain them behind your back. Otto's fingers on your face migrated to the top of your head, where it knotted them within your hair to tug your gaze upwards.

From the gloaming darkness where its face was shielded, a lengthy taffy-pink tongue rolled out and began to lick the blood from your chin.

The appendage was scorching hot, like that of a lit match, which provoked you to flinch at the contact. Your eyes snapped shut, squeezing as they trailed all along your lower jaw.

"I know you better than you know yourself, (Y/n)... I am inside your head; I am mended within your brain." Its saliva was just as burning on your skin. "The parts that you locked and threw away the key are where I have crept in."

Otto's fingers cautiously released your hair, with its tongue slipping back into the dark emptiness of its hood. The tendrils eased their way off your wrist so they could slip under the robes.

"Now, your next timeline is awaiting your presence, little Nymph. Do keep the same attitude if you wish to succeed."

Just as it has once done, your body was lifted into the air like you weighed nothing but a feather and hovered.

Only for a second before you were thrust over the railing and descending into The Cosmic Void, where hundreds of orbs swirled.

All awaiting your presence.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Never forget your place, (Y/n). You are nothing."

"Then what is my place, father?"

"On your knees."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Liquid - frigid and cold liquid pelted your figure vigorously. Your hair soaked swiftly, and the expensive silk of your clothes adhered to your skin.

You swayed rhythmically, a harsh but patterned rock that stirred you from the deep unconsciousness. The vibrations of drums, the cracking of its snares jostling through your bones.

It tingled as the swaying ceased, and you could discern your body descending to lay on something firm.

Parting your lids, forcing them open only welcomed the sight of lightning flashing, splintering off of a gold-encrusted dagger raised in the air above you.

In the gloaming darkness, the rain cascading down from the heavens fell in slow-motion, as so did the blade.

Before the scream could even bellow out into the night, your lower abdomen was punctured with a sickening squelch.

The drums beat faster, their cadence rising and tempo fluctuating.

Your hands flung outwards to grasp the assailant's wrist, yet they removed the weapon only to plunge it into your waist.

It scarcely avoided your ribs and sunk deep between the bones.

This time you produced a scream that overcame the music, the rain, and chanting.

Vibrant lightning painted the skies in indigo and white, its streaks like that of the sky breaking apart.

With your body impaled, that scream faltered into a weak, feeble wheeze. The pain spread everywhere, all the nerves beneath not igniting like that from pleasure but scorching so hot in pain.

You felt like you were drowning in smoldering lava.

Blood oozed from your wounds like that of a hole in the bottom of a bucket. It just seeped out, making its escape.

Your hands flailed out beside you, and the tender skin of your palms came in contact with metal objects.

Flinging your head downwards and assessing what lay around your figure, you witness golden artifacts, coins of gold, copper, and silver, and jewels surrounding the altar you lay on.

Your blood painted them red that would not wash away with the rain.

The already frigid rainwater descended in temperature and felt to freeze the patches of skin it came in contact with.

Abruptly, the beating drums ceased as a guttural growling grew in pitch. The rain, the thunder; had become a whisper and canine barking morphed into a forewarning.

Your lungs replace air with blood, trickling down from the corner of your lips.

"Run!" A man's voice reverberated out in the clearing, followed by the duplicated barking of a wolf or some type of dog.

With another flash of lightning coating the sky in the dawning, you were graced with the sight of canines bombarding the men and women who once chanted.

The pain had numbed into a consistent throbbing that pulsated everywhere. You discerned your body growing weighted and immobile.

Yet it wouldn't do you any good to lay there, bleeding out on gold and treasures. Twisting onto your side, your teeth ground into each other as you forced your body to move.

However, you became stagnant like frozen ice when a growling emanated right in front of your face.

It breathed out, snarling, and with another flash of lightning followed by rolling thunder, the creature was illuminated for you.

A canine - a black jackal. The fluff in its ears was shiny - golden - with its eyes the same smoldering optics.

"You are wounded...perfect."

It was Otto.

"Shut the hell up!" You shrieked before nearly tumbling off the altar from its wet surface.

The jackal reached forward, puncturing its teeth in the loose clothing of your apparel and tugging you to the edge of the platform.

"Follow me."

Your bare feet grazed over soggy mud before you descended to your hands and knees. The mix of rain and blood only stalled you from steadying yourself.

Even if the pain was nothing more than throbbing, your body, regardless, struggled to function.

"In here."

You peered up and witnessed the onslaught of a pack of jackals devouring the humans around them. Nevertheless, a few feet from the altar stood a mausoleum encrusted in a variety of gemstones.

Otto's animal figure trotted up its steps, tracking soil across the white marble by the entrance.

"I'm gonna get you back for this sh*t." You seethed as the rain trickled down your face.

With every step, it felt to be as though your ankles were strapped to weights, and someone was clutching onto your stomach, yanking you back.

"She's fleeing!"

Adrenaline coursed rapidly through your blood streams once again to lighten the weight holding you down, permitting you to limp upwards on the stairs and lean against the cool metal doors.

The roof shielded your frame from the storm while your presence ignited oil lamps against the wall without anyone's commands.

"F*ck." You cursed under your breath and removed your hands from the bleeding wounds to push open the bulky double doors.

Frosty air whipped across your body like air escaping from a balloon. The speed nearly blew you off your feet if it wasn't for the gates colliding shut behind you.

Inside, oil lamps just like the ones stationed outside lit on their own yet did nothing to lighten your path. However, you could make out some sort of drawing - more so hieroglyphs embellishing massively elevated walls.

"Let us commence."

"Commence what!" The blustering racket of your voice echoed through the long, gloaming pathway of foreboding. "I just got stabbed twice, for f*cks sake!"

The jackal by your legs nearly blinked those smoldering golden eyes before trotting down the corridor.

"H-Hey! Where are we going!?" Otto ignored your words which spurred you to respire a profound exhale and trail behind the best you could.

Your stomach pulsated and throbbed, tingling all the same and spreading across the surface like lightning continuously striking the earth.

Once you get the chance, you're going to wring Otto's f*cking neck.

Every step echoed with a melodious pitter-patter, followed by the dripping of water and blood on the stone floor.

The temperature rivaled that of a frozen tundra with the way the air became so icy and challenging to breathe.

You could be standing at the apex of a mountain, reaching past the clouds, and there still would be no difference between where you were now.

It was beginning to become increasingly demanding to continue as the adrenaline dispersed and the effects of your injuries broke down your body.

Every step weighed a ton, and the energy to even hold your eyelids open dispersed in short order.

Your body wanted to give up.

You wanted to give up.

"You are almost there, little Nymph." Otto's voice resonated in your head, yet you shook your crown as if shaking him free from your mind.

"You're almost there, my f*cking a**!" Your own voice was drawing out and slurring from the fatigue creeping in as if they entered through the two stab wounds on your body and replicated hastily.

An abrupt creaking reverberated through the halls, originating from the darkness that filled you with an unimaginable amount of dread.

Paranoia flourished within your mind; the trepidation and bleeding were spurring your stomach to coil uncomfortably and mull down like lead.

Finally, a light at the end flickered lividly, yet your vision began to distort it with black inkblots plotting over.

Your hearing was zoning in and out, fluctuating between hushed ringing and blaring wailing.

Holding onto the wall was the best you could do to keep yourself upright though your knees were begging to give out.

"(Y/n)."

Otto's voice was like he was speaking miles ahead, just barely audible.

Like before, everything moved in slow motion. The flickering of fire, the pitter patter of your bare muddy feet, and the descending of your weak body.

A slight sting resonated from your palms and shins, quivering as though they were lashed unfailingly.

With your head bowed, you endeavored to control your breathing, though the inhaling and exhaling of your lungs matched the erratic beating of your heart.

Yet the sight of someone's bare feet hued the same as melted chocolate inches away stole away any discomfort.

Gingerly raising your head with jerking movements, considering it required all the energy you could muster, your eyes took in the sight of someone's thick muscular thighs.

They were barely covered by an ebony-hued scarf around their hips decorated with loose shimmering gold bangles.

Oh god(s), their stomach was bare of nothing but a few glimmering belly chains that contrasted well against their dark skin. You could see the rows of abbs so profound and toned, so built.

Finally, your gaze rose higher to discern golden rings concealing their bulky throat like a chocker and hanging an Ankh symbol in the middle of their chest.

The person chuckled, gaining your attention to their face half covered by an encrusted jackal-inspired headpiece that shielded their molten golden eyes that peered through the shade.

"Look at what we have here." This man cooed in a melodic tone and kneeled to grasp your face, bearing his tipped-colored nails in your skin.

"Stuck between limbo, teetering on oblivion, yet you just... won't...fall." His succulent lips quirked into a grin, an eerie smile that you knew all too well. "Shall I see your truth?"

Before you could even respond, your breath hitched, and your body jerked as his free hand punctured through your chest to seize your heart.

"Will your heart weigh more than the feather, or will it rise above?" And he pulled his hand away, dragging your soul with it.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Never forget what you are, (Y/n)."

"What am I, mother?"

"A mistake."

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