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#and sorrow is his favourite snack

palepinkycat · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes Game

Tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad , I'm obsessed with incorrect quotes so thanks so much for tagging me shssjsjxj

Tagging - as always, no pressure! - @little-lightning-lavellan @a-master-procrastinator @siennadraws @a-muirehen @eydika @sotc @oxygenforthewicked @queen-scribbles @blitzindite

This turned out a bit longer than I thought - who would have guessed 🤠 - so I'm putting it under the cut -

Miriam: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Miriam: *waves her finger and sings like she's in a Disney Channel intro*

^ This is a proper DA2 intro

Marcel: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Alistair: Actually, Marcel, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Marcel: Let’s write Alistair a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

Monica (Marcel's wife): How petty can you get?

Marcel: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

He totally did, Alistair can confirm it.

Monica: I fell—

Marcel: From heaven?

Monica: No, I literally fell—

Marcel: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Monica: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Marcel: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Marcel: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Alistair: Twelve, actually.

Marcel: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Cillian: Yours!

Marcel: That's right! No one's.

Cillian: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Marcel: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Cillian: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Wynne: *sighs* Are you having another depressive episode?

Cillian: A depressive episode?

Cillian: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

Cillian: I'm naturally funny because my life is a joke.

Miriam: So what’s for dinner?

Cillian, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

Cillian: You disgust me.

Seva: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and I no longer care.

Seva: I made tea.

Cillian: I don’t want tea.

Seva: Well, I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Cillian: Then why are you telling me?

Seva: It is a conversation starter.

Cillian: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Seva: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Seva: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise

Cillian: I beg to differ

Seva: Then Beg

Cillian: Damn, the power went out.

Seva: Don’t worry, I got this.

Seva: *stomps foot*

Cillian: What-?

Seva: *Sketchers light up*

Seva: I desire moisture.

Cillian: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

Seva, handing a balloon to Asin: I have no soul. Have a good day!

Asin, walking off: I don't have one either.

Seva: Change is inedible.

Velanna: Don't you mean inevitable?

Seva, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

#dragon age #incorrect quotes #the one with Seva handing a balloon to Asin is 100% canon this is totally how they became friends #also cillian really does have regret for dinner #and breakfast and lunch #and sorrow is his favourite snack #i can't stop thinking of seva wearing sketchers in the deep roads #the darkspawn would be too scared to approach him #oc:miriam #oc:marcel #oc:cillian #oc:seva #oc:asin #oc:monica

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seuonji · 8 months

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彡 things they left with you before leaving for tour.

notes ๑ gift giving! headcanons. reader and svt member does not live together!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

seungcheol left you the key to his home.

you’re free to go there whenever you want but he mainly gave it so that you have access to his closet!! it’s also to allow you to see kkuma.

whenever you’re there you always send him a selfie to show how the house is doing. he especially loves the photos that contains you and kkuma on his bed.

yn: [photo attachment]

yn: i changed kkuma’s hairpin today, doesn’t she look cute?

cheol: you both look adorable♡

jeonghan left you tons of his oversized shirts.

tons as in it could probably last you until he comes back. but he leaves the ones that hold some type of meaning.

he’d totally give you a whole presentation while unpacking the clothes on why he’s giving it to you.

he left you the shirt that he wore on your first date. he left you another shirt that you complimented. another one he left was one that you described as, ‘looks very comfortable.’ another was in your favourite colour while another was in your least favourite colour,, he asked you to send him photos of you specifically in that one.

he gave them with the intention that though he’s not there, you won’t feel alone at night.

he loves it when he calls and sees you wearing them!

joshua left you countless of letters he wrote.

just in case he’s not on his phone enough, to keep his presence with you, he wrote different letters. one for you to read when you’re sad, one for when you felt doubtful, another for when you felt scared.

he wrote letters for any feeling you may feel while he’s gone whether it was sorrow, anger or joy.

one day you were missing him, a lot. so you opened the letter that had ‘read when you feel alone.’ written on it.

‘yn, you’re feeling alone? cause im not there, right( ˊ̱uˋ̱ )?‘ he joked with you even through writing. ‘i know it’s a long wait but i’ll be back soon and we’ll be in bed watching movies together. i’m always thinking about you. i may not be one call away because…what if i’m on stage? but you’re still my number one priority, i hope you know that.’

it’s just long texts of reassurance that he loves you and suggestions of things you can do while you wait for him and honestly, as you read the letters, the more it felt like he was actually there.

jun left you a polaroid.

he aswell provided the films but the films were the same amount as the number of days he’d be gone.

he asked you take a picture of something everyday whether it was the scenery or something you were doing. you could either label them or keep it in a photo card binder. he wants you to talk about it with him when he comes back.

total plus if you like journaling/photography!!

soonyoung left you a heart locket necklace.

it had funny pictures of you and him on one side and the other side had a picture of you two cuddling.

he has a matching one of course! his one has so many scratches because of how much he kept opening it.

notably, he left you a cute tiger plush that was almost your size.

“think of him as if he’s me.”

“that’s weird youngie…”

idk why but initially i imagined he’d leave you a body pillow with him printed on it.

wonwoo left you his console so that you can help him keep up with his games. just kidding.

if you like reading, he definitely leaves you some books he’s collected over the years. he’d even buy books that are of your taste if his isn’t your style. he gave it so that you’d have something to preoccupy your time.

if you aren’t too into reading, he left you things that supports the hobbies you do. if you like art, he buys you paint, if you like knitting he’d buy you yarn. he finds joy in your passion.

jihoon left you a usb filled with movies and shows on it. he even provided snacks!

he loved hearing your opinions about shows/movies he liked. since you two were going to be apart, he thought you’d have more time to watch them.

when you did watch the said movie/show, he’d instantly call and listen to your opinions intently. he might end up falling for you all over again! but also it could end up in an endless banter—

“what did you think of that character?“ he asked excitedly but there was a touch of tiredness in his voice.

“they were okay,” you casually answered.

“just okay!?” suddenly the tiredness was gone.

“i said what i said!”

seokmin left you a jar filled with origami hearts, cranes, airplanes, stars and even some of your favourite animals.

as you unfold them, there’s small messages written in them. it had messages of affirmations to song/food/movie recommendations.

he looks forward to your response to the letter you opened that day.

“the one i opened today was a good one,” you said smiling.

“really, what’s wrong with the other ones? why aren’t they as good?” he asked in a whining tone.

“the one i opened yesterday said ‘listen to aju nice by seventeen.’” you recalled monotonously.

“what’s wrong with that?”

“anyways the one i opened today said to ‘eat pizza while thinking about me.’” you brushed off the previous topic.

“ah, that’s a good one, even i’m jealous.”

“you wrote it?”

“still, why would you have pizza without me…”

also, he made tons of it lasted even until he came back.

mingyu left you a cookbook of things he usually cooks for you.

the first few pages were your favourite meals hes cooked for you. they’re key parts are highlighted in your favourite colours and he even places in affirmations in free spaces. the middle pages are random meals you don’t necessarily like but,, he needed to fill in the pages. the last few pages are your favourite deserts!

minghao left you the experience of having permanent bracelets with someone.

he brought you to the store and you got a bracelet in his in his favourite colour as he got one with yours. you both spent hours just admiring the way it shined and he couldn’t stop taking pictures of it.

“now, no matter the distance, you’ll still have a piece of me that’s always with you,” he said.

seungkwan left you a self care pack.

there was skincare products, your favourite snacks and cds of your favourite films. they were each labelled with tags of why he gave those specific items.

‘you’ve always liked these, enjoy them.’ labelled on the snacks.

‘please use this, take care of your skin okay?’ labelled on the skincare.

‘don’t get too bored just cause im not there.” labelled on the cds

it’s as if he was taking care of you without because there.

vernon left you a pet fish (?)

questionable but at least you’re not completely alone. also he got consent before he bought it so, it was okay. but he also left you some of his jackets and beanies but if it was summer he’d leave you baseball caps. yknow, the sensible gifts.

it’s the thought that counts!

whenever he gets the time he’d call you to check on the fish.

and you as well, of course.

chan left you a box full of snacks.

he’s bringing the same snacks with him in his bag. he plans to call you every night so you two can talk about your day while eating the same snacks so that it seems like you two are together.

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thethirdromana · 1 year

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Mem., get recipe for Mina: a food guide to Dracula Daily

Inspired by There and Snack Again (in which you eat along with the LOTR movies), this is your guide to eating and drinking along with Dracula Daily.

All under a cut because there's no way I can do this without extensive spoilers. I strongly recommend not reading this unless you already know what happens in Dracula. Also only if you're comfortable reading about alcoholic drinks - there's a lot of booze in this novel.

Let's eat!

2 May We start with the famous paprika hendl. Google "chicken paprikash" and choose whichever recipe most strikes your fancy.

3 May For breakfast, choose from mamaliga (cornmeal porridge, similar to grits), "impletata" (vânătă umplută - stuffed aubergine) or anything with more paprika in it.

4 May For dinner, Jonathan has robber steak: "bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks and roasted over the fire".

5 May Slivovitz, if you'd like it (Jonathan declines). Then, for dinner, Dracula serves up roast chicken, with some cheese, a salad and a glass or two of Tokaji wine.

6 May "A cold breakfast" for Jonathan. In Romania a cold breakfast might include boiled eggs, telemea (sheep's cheese), franzela (bread) with assorted spreads, sliced cucumber and tomatoes, and sunculita taraneasca (sliced smoked pork). Jonathan also has "an excellent supper", but doesn't tell us what that includes.

16 May Would it be too bleak if I suggested eating a symbolic Jelly Baby?

26 May A glass of wine as Quincey and Jack congratulate Arthur and drown their sorrows.

18 June There's a kind of Scottish fruit slice called "flies' graveyard". That might make a suitable snack given Renfield's meal today.

24 June I guess a gingerbread woman, for the wolves? IDK, it turns out doing this for a horror novel is a bit grim.

8 July Thankfully the internet has hundreds of ideas for spider-themed cakes so you can eat along with Renfield.

18 July The voyage of the Demeter begins! Celebrate by eating like a sailor: have some salt pork, or make ship's biscuit.

20 July Renfield has just eaten several sparrows. Provide redress by feeding birds near you, bird flu guidance permitting.

24 July Imitate the "feet-folk" from York and Leeds by drinking some tea or eating some cured herring.

10 August Lucy and Mina enjoy a "severe tea". There are lots of severe teas in Victorian literature, but few writers actually describe what's in it - e.g. the Churchman's shilling magazine, 1868, has a story with a severe tea "which implies coffee, tea, and muffins, with substantials". What are substantials? I have no idea, but that's what you should eat today.

11 August Dracula has a little nibble on Lucy. I don't suggest doing this for every vampire bite in the novel, but given this one is particularly significant, how about marking the occasion with some black pudding?

30 August No food details for a while, but in this entry, Lucy notes that she "has an appetite like a cormorant" and "Arthur says I am getting fat". Celebrate with some cake.

3 September Van Helsing has been! And surely he wouldn't have come all the way from the Netherlands empty-handed? Acknowledge his visit with some gouda or a stroopwafel.

4 September Eat some sugar, which Renfield has requested for his flies.

7 September To stay in line with what the characters actually eat and drink, have a glass of port (though ideally not if you've just given blood). But for the real spirit of the day, consider a corn-on-the-cob.

9 September Free space! Jack has "an excellent meal" but doesn't say what it is. Dig into your favourite dinner.

10 September A sip of brandy, with which Van Helsing wets Lucy's lips.

11 September The garlic flowers arrive. There's lots that you can make with wild garlic - personally, I like it in risotto.

17 September A boxful of garlic flowers arrive for Lucy every day. Time to make chicken with 40 cloves of garlic. Other options for today include more black pudding (in honour of Renfield lapping up Jack's blood) or sherry.

18 September The Zookeeper enjoys a teacake, and so shall we.

20 September No food, but the labourers have "a stiff glass of grog". This is rum diluted with water, but you could also add lemon or lime juice, sugar, and/or cinnamon.

25 September Nibble another Jelly Baby for the Bloofer Lady.

29 September A lot happens in this entry, but there's not a lot of food. There are thirsty labourers, however. Maybe have a beer?

30 September Mina makes everyone a pot of tea. Also, we don't know what they have for dinner, but they eat it at 7pm, if you'd like to time your evening meal accordingly.

1 October More tea! Since this is being gulped down by a working man, make it builder's style - strong, sweet, lots of milk.

2 October Jonathan visits the Aërated Bread Company. He only has a cup of tea, but you could have whatever you like best from their menu:

(source)

3 October Dracula forces Mina to drink his blood like "a child forcing a kitten's nose into a saucer of milk". You could either have some more black pudding, or drink a glass of milk in solidarity with Mina.

15 October The Crew of Light aren't focusing much on meals any more, but they have travelled on the Orient Express. Here's the 1887 dining car menu.

(source - I can't vouch for the accuracy of a random person on Twitter but it looks plausible)

29 October No one is thinking of food in this bit of the novel (though Mina makes yet more tea), but as they're heading to Romania, have some sarmale. These stuffed cabbage rolls are the Romanian national dish.

31 October Mina and Van Helsing have "a huge basket of provisions". Have a picnic in their honour, if it's warm enough where you are.

1 November Mina and Van Helsing have "hot soup" into which the local cooks have put an extra amount of garlic. Consider having a truly extra amount of garlic with this 44-garlic-clove soup.

7 November The Crew of Light return to Transylvania. No details of food, but in honour of their journey, I would suggest a final round of chicken paprikash, to bring us back to where it all began.

#dracula daily #dracula spoilers #long post #incredibly long post #let me know if i've missed any notable meals and i'll add them in #posted a day or two before the start of dracula daily so anyone wanting to eat along has time to get their shopping in

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 months

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Hi! Can I request a smut modern aemond comforting reader after a family tragedy and she ask him to help take the pain away by distracting her and he gives her comfort segs with lots of love because reader really needs it. Thank you!

Comfort Zone

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!girlfriend!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,175.

WARNINGS: mentions of death/grief, fluffy!Aemond, Daddy kink, female oral receiving, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, cum play.

A/N - because I'm delving into my Aemond era again, this was a request I couldn't resist!

Death was an intriguing aspect of life. Not a foreign topic, however scarcely brought about in day to day conversation. It was taboo for most people, until faced with.

You had lost your beloved great aunt tragically. An inevitable loss, yet no less profound. She was dear to you, her existence was significant in your life, throughout your childhood to the grown woman you had become now.

Mayhaps, death had ended her own suffering, yet brought about your very own. You wept for her, mourned for her, and grieved with others family and strangers alike that knew of her. Days since the funeral, one constant remained at your sorrowful side, the warmth and relentless comfort of your boyfriend, Aemond. He refused to leave you alone, knowing how remarkable her loss was for you.

Whatever you desired and needed, he would summon in a heartbeat for you. Nonetheless, despite the circumstances, you had grown even more intimate with one another...

“Baby, what's the matter? You've been quiet since I've come..."

It was true: normally you would be a bit more upbeat basking in Aemond's comforting presence. You had no doubt that eventually time would heal your loss. Although, you knew some days would be easier than others, and today proved that. Running some mundane errands, you had come across something that ignited a core memory, a happy one of that, and yet you felt only for a fleeting second, a happiness, before the anguish struct you instantly, catching you off guard, you felt vulnerable and exposed to the elements. Rushing home, you immediately called for Aemond to come and see you, to watch a movie or anything to distract your mind. Without question, Aemond arrived a few solid minutes later, pulling up to your gravel driveway, with a bag full of your favourite snacks and goodies, he knew you would appreciate.

"N-Nothing, babe. I-I just saw something that reminded me of her-"

You had both been laying cosily, snugged together in the warm softness of your bed. Aemond kept an arm tightly wrapped around you, thinking all the distance had been spared, he somehow managed to tug you in closer against him. His other hand, softly brushing aside your loose strands of hair.

“Oh, baby—”

“It’s okay, Aem, really—”

“No, no it’s not. From the moment I came in, I knew you weren’t yourself. Tell me, what can I do.”

Your intrusive thoughts rocked backwards and forwards trying to decide whether the truth was fitting or not. Somewhat ashamed of what you truly desired.

"I-If I'm being honest, Aem... I just need a distraction. I don't want to feel this feeling anymore, I hate it. I-I just wanna feel good again."

The momentary, tense silence that filled the room had ceased, as Aemond nodded to your honest words, merely responding to no coherent sounds other than a "hmm."

Just as you were about to resume the film, adjusting your position to something more comfortable, Aemond swiftly intercepted your movements, lifting you and pinning you down against the plush mattress. His body leaning over your own, the sudden exchange had caught you off-guard yet you did not question him. By the unapologetic look in his hungry eyes, you knew precisely that he understood your needs.

"I think I can make you feel good again, baby. If you'll let me, hmm?"

You spared no exhaustion contemplating an answer, as you rapidly nod in agreement, encouraging his motives.

Guiding himself down, you found yourself in a compromising position: as your bright boyfriend, occupied himself intently, slowly pulling your panties down below, skirt lifted up, as he exposed your eager cunt face to face with his curved smile.

"Angel wants to feel good again, Daddy can make that happen. Daddy only wants what's best for his angel."

Like an ignorant pup, your obedient nods fall flat as your head rests back against the comforting bed, bucking your hips forward, your throbbing folds collide with Aemond's keen, moist lips. His long, ravenous tongue prying you open, as he nestles his head against your cunt, burying his face between.

His mouth suckles on your wetness, guzzling at your velvet folds, with his tongue lapping at your tingling bud. Your helpless moans begin to fill the vicinity of the room, as your hands find themselves tightly gripping and pulling at his strands of hair.

"Gentle, baby, gentle- So eager for me, huh? Angel's been craving for this for a while, my poor baby."

"Mhmm-Y-Yes-"

His occasional bursts to utter filth were not sparing enough in seconds to regain some sense. Your mind flutters back and forth from worldly consciousness, to sheer mindless ecstasy.

"Yes, what, angel? Don't you dare think you can forget your manners, now."

"Y-Yes, Daddy."

He had resumed long enough without uttering a word more, enough to have your folds slicked with your wetness, his mouth completely coated in your glistening mess. By the way he desperately wiped at his mouth, licking your ooze off his fingers, he was enamoured by your taste, like a man devouring his last meal, before removing his clothes with ease.

"On Daddy's lap, angel. Spread your legs for me- That's it, good girl-"

Softly tapping at your thigh, one hand snaked around your flesh, as his palm met with your ass cheek: the other preoccupied with guiding your hips down, planting his aching, hard cock deep inside of you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, engulfing his long length, feeling his tip thrusting viciously against your clit. Engulfing his mass, you swore you could feel the vibrations between your dull throbs in sync with his pulsating cock, sending electric chills down your naked spine.

His warm, blush lips remained latched to your soft skin, as he firmly suckled on the meat of your tit, his teeth nibbling gently against your flesh.

"D-Daddy makes me f-feel s-so good. W-What would I d-do without you?" Your stuttering words echoed closely against his ear, your nails digging and clawing into the pale skin of his lean shoulders and muscular back. You caught a fleeting glimpse of the reddened nail marks etching against his fair skin, before your eyes shut close with lust.

"Angel gets what she deserves- umghf- Been such a good fucking girl, taking care of everyone, but who's taking care of you?"

His muscular chest heaving with every breathless word uttered from his defined lips. Your sweat beaded body bobbing up and down, pressed closely against his own, you had never felt as intimate with him until now.

"D-Daddy takes care of m-me."

"That's right, s-so fucking right-"

For a few, endless nights it seemed and felt like, Aemond remained lovingly by your side. Whatever you desired and needed, he was at your beck and call. His company provided a distraction, although it eased the pain of your loss eventually. The hardship you endured, he endured with you, cementing your love towards one another. He was your comfort zone, however dire the situation may be, you knew you could endure anything, with him by your side.

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femivi · 10 days

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୧ ‧₊˚ 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒚 ♡

“sprouting underneath the luxuriant divine tree is nice, but everyone does get homesick once in awhile.”

al haitham x gn ! reader ﾉ sfw — comfort ﾉ peek of kaveh bc i luv him ﾉ reader is leaving abroad >< ﾉ wrote this like a month ago and it still hits close to heart . . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 0.7k wc

the sweet taste of rose custard slowly melts on your tongue, offering a cooling sensation in the scorching, yet oddly familiar ember heat. the welcoming atmosphere of al haitham's home is warmer than ever, the faint aroma of various spices and roasted vegetables fill the living room.

your favourite fermented milky treat almost overflowing with alijenakh nuts and drizzled caramel now doesn't taste the same as it always does. the sweet yoghurt tasting of melancholy and bitterness makes it challenging for you to even pick up the smooth wooden spoon.

spoon not too heavy, not too small, just the perfect size for you to hold in your hand. spoon al haitham doesn't let anyone else use, since he knows it's your favourite. spoon that is now difficult to even hold with the amount of sorrow and silent grief it's clinging to, let alone bring it up close to your lips.

you're unwilling to admit this to yourself, but you'd miss the heat. (the heat you're always complaining about, the reason you wear a shawl on your shoulders so you don't get sunburnt.)

you'd miss the crystalline sand of the scarlet dunes. (the sand that always gets in your shoes, the burning sand that always sticks to your skin whenever you're out, the sand that dehya carefully washed out of your hair with zaytun shampoo that one time you got caught up in a minor sandstorm.)

you'd miss the familiar cuisine your taste buds are used to. (your favourite being the savoury tahchin, that only candace knows how to make it the way you like it. you'd miss tulumba, a guilty pleasure you often snack on while working late at night under the light of a burning oil lamp.)

while your thoughts are locked within your mind, you're taken aback by al haitham's reassuring touch on your shoulders. “you okay?” his soft baritone voice seems to soften your worries. you smile slightly as you swallow your uncertainties and just nod your head.

“yeah.. ‘m okay.. just a little nervous i suppose.” you bring your knees up to your chest. his soft hand gently caresses the top of your head.

tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words to convey the depth of your feelings. you reminisced about the cherished moments you two shared, from quiet walks along the shores of vimara village to cozy nights spent wrapped in each other's arms.

with a trembling voice, you poured out your fears and uncertainties about the distance that would soon come between you. you held onto him tightly, savoring the warmth of his embrace, knowing that soon it would only be a memory.

“we'll both be looking at the same night sky, seeing the same stars and constellations. sprouting underneath the luxuriant divine tree is nice, but everyone does get homesick once in awhile. and that's okay. we'll see each other again.” his smile feels like a guiding light, brighter than thousand candles. now you're a little more confident you'll be able to find the shimmer in the gloomiest and loneliest days in the city of waterfalls.

you exchange a few sheepish chuckles and reassuring words before kaveh brings out a copper pot in his hands, the aroma of a familiar dish hitting your nose long before it can be plated up.

kaveh's voice is full of eager compassion. “you thought we were going to say goodbye just like that?” teary eyed, a slight chuckle escaping your lips, you straighten your back to look at the delicious looking biryani in front you, plate full of rice and properly roasted vegetables.

al haitham places a single sugar sweet kiss on your temple. “i’ll miss you.” he gently fixes your hair behind your ear, getting a few joyous giggles out of you.

the evening is filled with bittersweet moments as you share a final dinner together at home. amidst the laughter and shared memories, there is an underlying current of melancholy as the reality of separation looms near.

however, the warmth of their presence provides a soothing balm to your anxious heart, reassuring you that even in the distance, your bond will remain unbreakable. with each passing moment, you finds solace in the knowledge that you carry al haitham's love and support, a beacon of comfort in the unknown journey that lies ahead.

#signed ℱ. ♡#genshin imagines #alhaitham x reader #al haitam x reader #alhaitham fluff #genshin comfort #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin drabbles #alhaitham comfort

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sc0tters · 10 months

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A Different Ending | Ethan Edwards

summary: when Ethan learns about your intentions of transferring to a different college, the conversation takes a turn for the worst.

song: The Story Of Us - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: mentions of underaged drinking at a college party.

word count: 1.25k

authors note: used a bit of a personal note with the student athlete part but I never mentioned a sport in an attempt to keep it a bit more open for people to read. Here you can find more of the celly playlist!

The end of the honeymoon phase hit you like a truck.

You and Ethan had been dating since the start of sophomore year, he had been pining over you since December of the previous year. To say that it made the boys surprised that it took him several months to muster the courage to ask you out. Usually he didn’t have those kinds of problems when it came to girls. It was meant to always be something that he could do with ease, didn’t think about game plans before he asked them out. Ethan thought that it was something that game naturally to him.

So when he finally landed up at your dorm with flowers and your favourite snacks, it was the start of something beautiful.

Ethan was truly the best boyfriend you could have asked for, he was loving, thoughtful, the type of man who knew what you wanted before you even needed to say it.

It was the closest thing to perfect that you had ever experienced. The first eight months of your relationship was truly perfect. There were no fights, no arguments, it was like the two of you were on the same wavelength every single step of the way.

Which is why it was so surprising to you when you were stood at a party with the only company of your drink. Sure you wouldn’t usually be upset but this week had been a harsh dose of reality for your relationship.

You didn’t want to say that Ethan was avoiding you because then it would mean that something was wrong. So rather than confronting him you instead decided to drink your sorrows away “you okay y/n?” Nolan asked as he made his way over from the kitchen as he realised that you were alone.

All you could do was muster a smile “yep,” you nodded as you tried to hide the pain you were facing.

Ethan clenched the bottle of his beer bottle as he watched the interaction between you and the graduate. Sure it was totally innocent but that didn’t matter to him.

The hockey player had heard the rumours that you were looking to transfer at the end of the year. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, the team had gotten a new coach and it was safe to say that you two didn’t get along. It was sad because you loved the university, but it wasn’t worth a shitty relationship with the boss of the team.

You wanted to tell Ethan you really did. But you knew his hesitancy about long distance relationships.

The Canadian had opened up to you about how a previous attempt at one failed attempt at a long distance relationships that was forced to end due to his ex cheating on him.

So yeah, it was pretty safe to say that you didn’t want to have to tell him about your desires.

Unfortunately for you it seemed like you were going to have to when Ethan made a beeline in your direction. It caused the graduate to pat your back before he walked away.

The Canadian locked his hand with yours as he pulled you into one of the bedrooms. Usually he did that because Ethan couldn’t keep his hands off of you but something told you that this wasn’t going to be the case today. It was the way he seemed pensive, upset ultimately annoyed at something you assumed was out of your hands.

Yet oh how wrong one could be “do you even love me anymore?” Ethan asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

You two had been arguing for at least twenty minutes now about your desire to transfer “what kind of question is that?” Of course you loved Ethan, you were ready to jump off of a cliff for him. But when your answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear it caused him to grow disappointed “one that you should answer,” it was unclear when his words left his mouth if he truly intended for them to come off as a threat.

So you ended up just staring at him “of course I love you.” Your voice was soft as you were taken aback that he even felt the need to ask.

Ethan’s lip began to almost quiver “then why are you leaving me?” The hockey player murmured as he ran his fingers through his hair.

In all honesty after arguing for as long as you two had it was causing you to grow frustrated that he seemed to not listen to your reasoning behind leaving Michigan “this isn’t about you E,” you pointed out as you sat on the random persons thankfully made bed.

This was meant to be a decision that you were meant to make for you “it has to do with our relationship!” Ethan shot back as he furrowed his eyebrows.

The hockey player knew it was stupid but he almost thought that if he could make you see how he felt then maybe you would stay. And if you didn’t the maybe a big fight was what you two needed in order to break up. Yes Ethan loved you, but he didn’t want to see you living across the country. So maybe this was the way to make it easier on his heart.

You shoved your face into your hands “I got an offer in Boston,” you mumbled as you looked back up at him. In fact there were four different offers, two were at closer universities but neither one had a coach you liked.

The boys legs turned to jelly as he sat down next to you “don’t take it,” he pleaded using the calmest tone that he had since you two got into the room.

It was like he knew that this was a battle where the dynamic had switched and he was now on the losing side of it.

You got up deciding that he was going to need space to process what you were going to say next “I’ve already said yes,” you announced as you watched his eyes go wide.

Ethan was currently in that moment when a bombshell gets dropped on you and it causes your ears to start ringing “what?” He felt winded, like he had just been punched in the chest.

It was hard when the tears began to well in your eyes “I move in August with or without your support.” It was simple, Ethan either had to get on this train or he was going to miss the stop forever.

When he remained quiet you made your way to the door letting your hand wrap around the metal handle “you walk out that door and this relationship is over.” The hockey player warned like it was meant to be a threat that dangled over you.

You sucked at your teeth “this relationship ended the second you stopped caring about how I felt about my own life.” Your comment hit him like a slap to the face. It was like you were admitting that somehow in the span of one argument that was meant to be a civilised conversation, the wheels had fallen off.

Somehow despite all of this you weren’t sad that you had just dumped your boyfriend, you were sad that he couldn’t find a way to understand you “I’ll see you around E.” In a way to say goodbye you sent him a salute before you walked out of the room leaving your boyfriend or now ex boyfriend alone.

Now that wasn’t how you thought the conversation would go.

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

✧˚ · . 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘍𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵.

main pairing — mob boss!alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader other featured characters — james mace, chris beck, steve kemp, charles blackwood, ransom drysdale, chase collins, lee bodecker, robert pronge, ari levinson, hal carter, lloyd hansen w/c — 14.8k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU.

warnings — non-con (blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected sex), dub-con (unprotected sex, female orgasm), a/b/o dynamics, Nick Fowler being a cunt, misogyny/treating omegas as lesser, references to death, suicidal ideations, references to anxiety and depression, caging, manhandling/mild violence against reader, chase, mild injury to reader, pet names (pup, puppy, sweets, sunshine, little omega, ducky), degradation, use of stress positions, minor medical references (needles administered), gangbang, bukkake, neglect of reader (touch starving), mention of wanting to throw up (no actual vomit), mental torture and stress to the point of breakdown a/n — big big thank you to @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for beta-ing this beast and dealing with my inability to stay in one tense lol. all mistakes and bullshit are mine. also big thank you to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming. without you, this fic wouldn't have come to life

Depressed again Morning comes too fast and I'm tired of the routine Depressed again Let me sit alone in the tone that you crave Angry again No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you Angry again Let me sit alone with the kerosene I don't even care about you ↳ I don't even care about you by Missio

"Hey, doll.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the sunshine warm on your face as you gazed up at the man above you, a soft smile on his features as his hair hung down and eclipsed his face.

Was this heaven?

"James?" You questioned, disbelief flowing through you at the sight of him. He looked far different to the last time you saw him. No injuries marred him. He looked just as you had always known him.

"Who else would it be, silly? You fell asleep while I was getting the rest of the stuff from the car," James chuckled as you sat up, your fingers running across the picnic mat below you. The feeling of the fabric was familiar, and it caused a smile to dance across your lips. You'd always loved the picnics you'd had with your alpha. It was playful and fun, the two of you snacking before cuddling beneath the sun's warmth.

And in the best moments, you'd get frisky under a padded blanket. It was in those moments you'd found true happiness. You'd found love. But the problem in finding love was that it was so easy to lose in a matter of moments. The truest sorrow of death was that love was proven more than anything.

James sat the picnic basket beside you before quickly tugging you into his lap.

You blinked, taking in the view of the park surrounding you. Only the two of you and the flowers blooming across the landscape, nothing more than a subtle breeze in the air.

Your eyes scanned over the flowers, looking at the different coloured petals. It was as if ink had infused them with their hues, providing life to something that would be otherwise dull.

Oh, it felt good.

Warmth surrounded you, Jame's bulky frame providing you comfort as he nuzzled into your neck to scent you, his hand resting against your stomach.

He let out a low hum, the sound reverberating across your skin like your favourite song.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed against him, eyes fluttering closed as you just let yourself be in the moment.

"You're not gonna fall asleep again, are you?" James chided, poking at your side with his right arm, eliciting giggles from you.

You opened your eyes to face him. His deep azures gazed at you as you ran your hands through his hair, bringing your palms forward to cup his cheeks.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

It's too good to be true. This happiness, it was too perfect. Life had never allowed you much reprieve.

"Does it matter?" James pulled your leg around, so you were sitting in his lap, your face close before you allowed yourself to let go.

Your lips brushed over each other's, testing the waters before your hands brought his face to yours.

The kiss started slow, two souls connecting between planes. But the crushing weight of reality quickly turned you more passionate.

It felt so real. You didn't want this to end.

Time seemed to flow indiscriminately as you kissed James, your tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks after a few minutes with your alpha.

He pulled away with a coo. "Hey, hey, doll. You're alright,”

"He’s going to take me away from you. I don’t…I don’t want to wake up Jamie. I want to stay here with you,” You sniffled, and James brought up the arm of his sweatshirt to dry your tears.

“That’s not the way life works, sweetheart. You have to go back,”

You couldn’t. Not after the auction, not after seeing the beast that was your mate.

You huffed, resting your hands on his waist with a shake of your head. “That’s not fair,”

“I know. I know, love. But life isn’t meant to be fair. It’s a struggle against the odds, but that doesn’t mean you can’t change the course of your life,” James reassured, but it felt like a lie.

“I don’t see a way out of this, James. I’m mated to Nick. He can control me without even trying.”

James tilted his head, continuing to wipe away your tears. “Can he, though?”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, fingers clinging to James like he was your lifeline.

“You’re the strongest gal I’ve ever met,” He tapped your temple with a sad smile. “You just have to fight him.”

“I... but how?”

“Think of us, what we had, what we were destined to have. Even without me in the picture, you’ve lost everything. And that is exactly why you can fight back. He can’t control someone who has nothing to live for,” James’ words felt like a tonne of bricks in your stomach, a heavy pit forming. Because despite him being right, you did have nothing to live for. You’d lost everything, and you’d hit rock bottom. The concept of standing up against a prime alpha was almost too scary to comprehend.

It would be easier to just cease the fight. End the pain.

“Why don’t I just kill myself then?” You asked with beady eyes, and James let out a sad hum, contemplating his next words.

“Because then Nick Fowler wins. He would have destroyed both of us. You’ve got so much courage, doll. And the most courageous thing you can do is live,” James said softly, his words delivered gently despite their weight. “Plus, you have to find Steve. We’re all he had,”

Your gaze dropped to your hands, fiddling with the hem of James’ sweatshirt as you frowned. “And what if I lose? What if he breaks me?”

“Then you live happily the best you can. If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore,” James gently took your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes would meet his.

His lips found yours again, the kiss melancholic as you knew this had to end. Nothing good ever lasted long for you.

Would this be the last time you’d see him?

Roses with thorned stalks rose from the ground, the petals a beautiful crimson, the flowers just like Nick’s tattoos. You could hear the ticking of a clock, the sound signalling that time was running out. With each tick, you held tighter onto James, the stems getting closer and closer with each passing second.

You pulled back with a hiccuped sob despite how much you just wanted to keep his lips on yours. When had you started crying again?

“James… I’m not ready to go back, please.”

James didn’t have anything to say this time. All he could offer was a woeful smile as the vines began to wind around your limbs, cutting into you and slicing around your flesh.

There wasn’t anything he could do to make this better.

After all, he wasn’t even real. The James you loved was dead.

Death was brutal and cruel, unforgiving in how it wrenches people from your existence. But he was safe, at least. James didn’t have to face any more horrors while you were consumed by the primitive evil that was Nick Fowler.

The thorns cut into your skin, tearing across your torso and limbs as they wrapped around you like a snake ready to kill.

You began to be pulled away from James, and despite your hold on him, the roses were stronger.

“I love you,” you wept as your body began to be dragged into the dirt below, the ground moving around you like quicksand.

“I love you too. We’ll see each other again one day, doll. It’ll be okay.”

You wanted to believe James, but as the earth began to swallow you up, you knew it was unlikely.

The chance of beating Nick Fowler is minuscule, but you’d still try. You’d try for James. For what you should have had, the life you lost.

Dirt began to fill your lungs as your head was pulled under, your blood mixing in with the brown soil, making a muddy mess.

The last thing you remember was hearing a wolf howl and the clock’s ticking stopped.

Consciousness came to you with fright, heart hammering in your chest and tears in your eyes. You whacked your head against the cage wall in your abrupt wake, pain radiating through your forehead from the impact. The thick, black steel bars clanged like they were laughing at your pain.

A whimpered ouch left you as you lay back down. Your dress from the auction still filled most of the cage, the tulle scratching against your skin uncomfortably. The emerald made you look luxurious, but you doubted being shoved in a cage was doing you many favours in looking the part Nick wanted you to play. Or maybe that’s precisely the image he wanted. A shattered omega.

The diamond choker Nick had gifted you laid next to you. It must have broken off during the night when you tossed and turned, as it was already damaged when you went to sleep.

You threw it out of the cage with a huff, watching it skid off the rug and across the hardwood.

A bird in a gilded cage was still denied its freedom, no matter how embellished its captor made it.

The choker was a show of ownership, and the last thing you wanted was to be reminded of your mate. The rejection of your alpha had your bond throbbing, the scarred flesh on your neck hurting with each ebb of anger that flowed through you. You hoped Nick could feel it and that it was irritating for him.

You would rather Nick treated you like his auctioned omegas so there was no veil. At the end of the day, you were just another object for him.

Light bled through the curtains like a fresh wound, gnarly and grotesque, much like the maim to your soul. It illuminated the room, the light making you aware of the stark greys of the bedroom. Perhaps it was supposed to be chic, the way the walls and furniture matched a muted colour palette. But all it did was reflect the desolateness of the situation; the world reduced to nothing more than shades.

The plushness of the pink and blue blankets below you provided little comfort, but you ignored the soreness in your muscles as you stared at the ceiling, the dark grey paint obscured by the bars of your cage.

Time passed, the sun beginning to rise higher in the sky. It had to be at least mid-morning, and your stomach rumbled. You hadn’t eaten since before the auction yesterday, although the thought of eating anything made you feel sick. Everything about your situation made you nauseous.

You hoped that James would burst through the door with Steve by his side and that they would take you out of this hell hole and back to your everyday life. But when the door opened, you were met with the sight of Beck and Mace. You barely spared them a glance before returning to eyeing the ceiling like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

“Stop sulking. You brought this upon yourself,” Mace sighed, moving to unlock your cage. When you didn’t move to get out or acknowledge their presence, Mace clutched your ankle and began to drag you out.

“Get off me,” you snarled, trying to cling to the bars as the dress tulle scratched your skin, but Beck was one step ahead. He pried your fingers off the bars while Mace pulled, and you had no chance as you were dragged from the enclosure. While the cage kept you inside, it also kept others out, and now you had to face your nightmares.

“Don’t you want a shower and a piss? Why are you making this such a fucking chore?” Mace growled as you began flailing. You could feel Nick through your bond, his emotions egging you to calm down. But you didn’t want to calm down. You wanted to go home. To your real home, not this prison.

Beck picked up the discarded choker, lips pursed as he looked at it, examining if it could be fixed while Mace wrangled you to your feet despite your protests. “Fuck off, get the fuck off me!”

Mace’s lips ghosted by the shell of your ear as he pulled your hands behind you, leading you towards the bathroom, his voice scarily low. “Twenty minutes. Clean yourself up and get it together. If you come out a nice fucking omega, I won’t tell Nick about this. Although I’m sure he can already feel it all.”

With little grace, Mace pushed you into the bathroom, your feet stumbling over the tile until you steadied yourself on the marble sink counter. The door closed behind you, the locks clicking. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of doing as they said, but you really needed to relieve yourself and freshen up. Especially if you were going to have any chance of fighting them.

As you suspected, each drawer in the bathroom was locked with a fingerprint pad, the light flashing red and beeping at you when you tried to open it. Nick really had thought of everything. On the shower shelf sat everything you needed anyway. Begrudgingly, you moved through the motions. You didn’t allow your thoughts to wander. There was too much pain threatening to bleed in past the edges of your mind.

As you struggled to take the dress off and get the shower running, all you thought about was James. The way he’d hold you and love you. To Nick, it might appear you’re calming down with how your emotions turn to yearning as the water washed over you. But the desire wasn’t for your mated alpha. It’s for the alpha you lost.

It wasn't until you got out of the shower that your determination became set. Nick Fowler would not win. Think of James, you told yourself. Just like he said in your dream. Perhaps it wasn’t a dream but a premonition. A communication with the dead.

As you began to work yourself up, your fists clenched by your sides, the adrenaline started to spike. They hadn’t left you any clothes, but that didn’t matter. You’d be faster without anything slowing you down anyway. You tore some of the fabric from the dress to pull your hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Times up,” Beck called, and you knew this was it. This was your chance. You got ready to bolt when he cracked the door open. And once he’d opened it enough for you to fit through, you pounced. The rush hit you all at once, and you quickly sprinted past Beck’s form and under the arm on the door.

“What the—” The alpha said, stunned as you dashed past him. Mace, distracted as he searched the closet for clothes, whipped his head around just in time to see you rush out the bedroom door.

“Omega! Stop!” Mace tried to command you. But he’s not your alpha; now that you’ve got a mate, his orders don’t work on you.

Without looking back, you ran into the hall, following the trail that Beck took you on when he walked you down the night before. There are rushed steps behind you, but it doesn’t deter you as your feet slapped against the floor in your sprint. You can feel Nick homing into your bond, his ire clear. And you know he’s close. He’s in the house. Stop. Enough. The bond tells you, but a flash of James’ face in your mind’s eye helps to eclipse the order.

You managed to reach the front door, throwing it open with a slam before running onto the gravelled front path. The rocks of the driveway tore into your feet, the cold air hitting your naked form like a tidal wave. There was a slight patter of rain beginning, the type you’d love to be curled in bed under the plush covers to listen to, but instead, you were running for your life.

“Omega. Stop right now,” Nick’s booming voice hit your ears, and your legs faltered for a second. No. No.

“’Til the end of the line, sweetheart,” James. This is the man who took James from you. He’s no alpha of yours.

You managed to get your legs moving, picking up into a sprint as your heart hammered like a panicked mouse in your chest.

“Stop running right now,” Nick yelled again, but you didn’t even register the command, James’ voice cooing to you in your head.

You could feel the trickle of blood as the bond opened into a fresh wound the more you rejected the commands of your alpha. You were denying your very physiology, and it wasn't without consequences. Everything hurt, and the throbbing in your neck felt like needles were being sharply stabbed where Nick’s teeth had dug in when he claimed you.

The way Nick felt didn't help. There was anger, disappointment, and hurt. Not that he’d admit to the last one. His omega was rejecting him. A prime alpha rejected by their omega was a pitiful sight and one that Nick would never want anyone else to see. For a man so powerful, in this moment, he was entirely weak to you.

That was until you heard the shot ring off and felt a sharp sting in your left ass cheek. You stumbled to the ground, palms and knees grazing over the gravelled surface as the rain hit your back. A yowl left you as you turned to look behind you, a tranquiliser dart sticking out of your skin, a little blue feathered frill on the end.

“You fucking tranqued me?” You screamed, looking back at Nick, who was slowly approaching with the rifle in his hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t use my loaded gun, omega. I don’t even care about you. I should kill you,” The frustration was apparent, an edge of confusion in his tone, unsure as to why his commands weren’t working. If anything, they should be stronger now that you’re bonded. But why did he care anyway? What made you so special?

“Yeah, but you won’t, because you do fucking care, asshole. Otherwise I would have died with my lover,” You spat, fire in your eyes as he edged closer. Your entire lower half was becoming unusable, but you still tried to drag yourself over the ground despite how it cut into you.

”I can see why that useless waste of space you called an alpha never mated you. Did you act like a fucking brat with him too?” The words shouldn’t hurt. You shouldn’t care what Nick says. But they were like knives piercing your skin regardless, worse than the gravel below.

“He deserved my respect. You deserve nothing. You are nothing.”

The outrage was clear as day on Nick’s face as he crouched before you, and your arms began to get tingly as the weakness spread. You knew he was going to snap back hard, and he did.

”Maybe your alpha would be alive if you behaved yourself and paid more attention to him.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, a pained cry leaving you as the tears began. Yeah, that hurt. It planted a seed of doubt in your mind. Was it your fault? No. You weren’t going to take the blame for a male alpha with an inflated ego. For too long, omegas took the blame simply because their voice wasn’t as loud. But not now. You wouldn’t take it.

”Aww, pup. You lost all your bite, hm? I’m disappointed. I thought you’d fight better than this.”

If the jabs about James didn’t hurt enough, the thought of disappointing your alpha added to the anguish. And it made you mad. Really, really mad.

“Why bite when I can scratch, alpha?” You snapped before using your waning strength to slash at Nick. He laughed, easily dodging you, only one swipe brushing his cheek. Your nails left a red mark, and it spurred you on more.

”You can hit harder than that, little pup. C’mon, you’re letting me down. You wanna act like a wolf? Then hurt me, but you’ll have to put in some effort, cub. You’re just making this too easy.”

Nick’s words hit hard. You let out a roar and lunged. It took all your strength to propel your body, throwing yourself against the alpha. He seemed surprised for a millisecond, and it was all you needed to swipe your nails across Nick’s face. He hissed as your talons dug through flesh, leaving trickles of blood tracking down his face. Lucky for him, his eyelids were closed when you attacked, so his eyes remained undamaged while his cheek and lip bore some nasty cuts.

It’s all you hadleft in you before the sedative rendered you useless. But it was worth it to see Nick’s face as he processed it all. For once, he wasn't in control. How the mighty have fallen.

Nick took your head into his hands, cupping his palms on either side. You were forced to look into his eyes when his bond was at its strongest. Desperation was in his wild eyes, the facade of a prime alpha with it all cracking. “Bark for me, puppy.”

Your mind screamed at you to bark. To give in.

It would be easy to play the part the world wanted you to. But to do that would be denying your own human experience. You opened your mouth, turning to the side and biting down hard on Nick’s hand.

He slapped you, one hand holding your head steady, so the impact hurt even more. It makes your brain rattle, the world shaking for a moment. Your eyes fluttered, and suddenly you weren't on the mansion path anymore. Nick had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Your limbs laid dormant, unable to move due to the dart still poking out of your ass. Given the omegas he had housed in his back barn, it should have been expected he’d have non-lethal ways to capture them.

You expected Nick to take you to the bedroom and cage you, but your brows furrowed as you were brought to the living room. He was silent now, and that was almost scarier than his anger. He was plotting something that surely wouldn’t be good for you.

Beck and Mace watched from the doorway as Nick dropped you like a sack of potatoes onto the ground against the far wall. He looked down at you, jaw clenched and let out a huff. He gave your stomach a kick, earning a winded groan from you as you couldn't even curl in on yourself, your muscles relaxed against your will.

“She’s rejecting my commands,” Nick said matter-of-factly, his gaze turning to his men. “I intend to fix that.”

“How?” Mace asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes flicking from you to his boss.

“I’m going to talk to Kemp. He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, Hal will have an idea.”

“Hal is a softie,” Mace interjected with a dry chuckle.

“Yeah, but have you seen how Ari’s omegas listen to him? They dote on him,” Beck commented, running a hand through his short hair, his forehead creased from stress.

“I don’t want the soft route. Get her bound. I have some calls to make.”

Nick didn't look back at you as he exited the room, but you could feel the pain in your bond. The desolation. The anger. The myriad of emotions swirling in the both of you.

Asshole.

Mace and Beck did as commanded, moving around you to take the pictures down from the wall, replacing them with metal loops. Mace left for a few minutes while Beck finished up, and he took a moment to inspect your stomach, pressing around your ribs to ensure there’s nothing out of place. By now, the dogs had joined as well. Apollo, Icarus and Hermes sat a few feet away, just watching what was happening.

“She’s fine,” Beck murmured to the dogs, three sets of ears perking up at his words. “Yeah yeah, I know. But she brought this upon herself.”

Mace returned with rope, working with Beck to bind your arms and connect the cord through the newly installed loops. Your arms were brought above your head, suspending you uncomfortably so that your toes barely touched the floor. It put a lot of pressure on your shoulders, especially with your body's dead weight beneath you.

As their last step, Beck pulled the tranquiliser dart from you, and you tried to bite him when he was close enough. He gave you a look of disappointment before leaving with Mace, the dogs following once Mace whistled for them.

You were left in the living room, nothing more than the ticking of the old grandfather clock on the opposite side of the room to keep you company. It was almost maddening listening to the tick-tocks, your head filled with the repetitive sound. The blinds were drawn, the room dark, the only light source from the hallway outside. Shadows cast over the dark mahogany furniture, creating more demons for you to contest with. You never were a fan of the dark, and certainly not now.

Over time, you regained control of your body. Your muscles started to move, and you were able to shuffle to try and find a more comfortable position. Although no stance was relaxing as you struggled to stay steady on the balls of your feet.

Hours passed, and you started to hone in on the ticking rhythm of the clock, imagining it as a tempo for you and James to dance to. He always loved dancing. You’d been excited to take him to the local dance that was run every spring, but you never did get that chance. And you’d make sure Nick paid for that lost chance by being the unruliest omega possible.

With the curtains closed, it was impossible to tell the time, and the clock was too far away to make out, so you just waited for Nick’s eventual return.

You didn't know how long it had been, but the slamming of doors indicated that Nick had emerged from his office, clearly not happy with whatever ‘advice’ he had been given by his friends. After a few minutes, he walked into the living room, sharp daggers shooting from his gaze at you. If looks could've killed, you would have been long dead.

In his hand was a bowl of porridge, steam wafting off the top. You still hadn’t eaten, and your stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food. Even though you hated the muggy texture, your body craved just about anything.

“Are you going to be good?” Nick said coolly, his mask of calmness back. “You’ll have to be punished, but it will be easier on you if you give in now.”

He approached slowly, watching the way your eyes flitted between the food and him. It was clear Nick thought you would give in as he approached, a smug look on his face.

When he was within range, you used all your strength to throw your legs out and kick the bowl from his grasp, the porcelain shattering to the ground with a smash. Beck came rushing in from the sound, stopping when Nick raised his hand to dismiss him. “Leave it.”

You felt a sense of triumph when Nick’s jaw clicked in annoyance. You weren’t going down that easy. Not with James in the forefront of your thoughts.

Nick’s fists clenched and unclenched like he was deciding whether to hit you or not before he seemingly remembered something. He didn’t touch you. Instead, wordlessly, he pivoted on his heel and left, leaving you and the discarded food without further consideration.

That was the last time you saw anyone for two days.

Or at least what you thought was two days. It was hard to approximate with the only indication of the time the chimes on the clock. Fatigued, with no more than an hour’s sleep due to the stress position and lack of food, you were second guessing how many chimes you’d counted.

Your heart leapt in your chest when Nick eventually re-emerged, his clothes different. You’d never seen him out of a suit, his muscly form adorning a plain blue t-shirt and black jeans. The clothes clung to him like you wished to. Your alpha. Your hindbrain was ecstatic at the sight of him. Pushing against your designation, you shoved all the feelings down deep. No, you could not desire the man who ruined your life.

Nick’s signature smirk was back, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He wanted you, too. That much was clear. Why he cared for you so much, you’d never understand. With the ticks in the background sounding, you looked at the clock tattoo that stood out starkly against his skin, like the rest of his ink.

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the time. Two am. Was that on purpose? Did that time hold some significance? Or was it simply chosen at random? Your sight dragged to the bowl of fruit in his hands. Melon, strawberries, and apples,all cut into bite-size pieces. The hunger you felt hurt, as if your stomach was ready to eat itself.

“I can hear your stomach, puppy. Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” Nick mocked, but he was right. You were ravenous. The sweet tang in the air from the fruit mixed in with Nick’s strong scent had your head swirling.

It’d been days since you’d been touched. Usually, that would be enough for any omega to start getting touch starved, let alone a mated omega being denied by her alpha. A prime alpha. Your body yearned for Nick, and it had your anger rising. No, it wasn't fair. You shouldn’t want the man who killed your partner.

Like the first time Nick visited, you kicked the bowl from his hand, flinching at the shattering sound. As you did it, there was a flash of ire in Nick’s expression, but there was something else there too. Like he expected it from you.

“Have it your way,” Nick said simply, placing his hands in his pockets as he kicked the discarded fruit away from your feet. He was so close, you could feel his body heat, and it had you wanting to lean in. “Uh-uh. Bad dogs don’t get pats.”

Nick pulled away, pupils dilated as he took in your scent. It was a punishment for him as well. Although he could get touch elsewhere, all you got was the wall against your back and the floor beneath your toes.

This time when Nick left, tears started steadily streaming down your cheeks as anxiety clutched at your heart.

It started to get much worse.

The longer you were left untouched, the worse your mental state became. The anxiousness was quickly met with a deep depression that settled into your bones and brought upon an acute sadness that infected you like a disease.

There were often tears, howls, and whimpers. Yet you still didn’t yield when Nick visited you. You were being pulled in two directions, a tear beginning to form down your middle. Your loyalty was to James, but your body called for your alpha.

Every time someone would walk past the doorway, or you’d hear the pitter-patter of dog paws, your heart would nearly burst. A visitor? But you were almost always met with disappointment.

Nick didn’t allow the dogs in the living room, and the only time you saw anyone else was when Beck came to inject you with medicine or help you use a bedpan. He didn’t look you in the eyes, touch you, or speak to you. It was like a ghost was administering the vitamins and minerals you needed to stay alive while you refused food.

The days passed in a blur. As soon as the sun would bleed in around the curtains, it would disappear as nightfall came. At first, you liked the quiet of the night, only you and the owls hooting outside awake. But it quickly became your personal nightmare. Alone, with nothing but your thoughts, unable to sleep for more than a few minutes due to the pressure on your arms and balls of your feet.

It was torture. A brutal tactic that was breaking you down with each tick of that fucking clock. You growled into the air. Oh, how you wanted to break that clock. Tear it to shreds and leave nothing but cogs behind. Because every time you tried to escape reality, the ticking would wrench you back.

The same as the days before it, the sun began to fade, and darkness began to consume the room. You closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Although it was unlikely with the throbbing pain in your shoulders. When you heard footsteps, you assumed they would merely pass by as they usually did, but your eyes fluttered open when the feet stopped in the doorway. Your eyes met Mace’s hardened gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since you were put on the wall, and you instinctively wanted to hug him. Alpha’s best friend. Alpha’s best friend is your best friend. He watched the way your brows furrowed, and tears welled in your eyes before breaking away to begin lighting the candles that sat on the mantle.

“Mace.. help me..”

Your voice was left ignored. The candles added a soft illumination to the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the flickering heat, a golden amber emanating from the flames. If you touched it, you would feel something. It would hurt. But you would have chosen it. A pain you choose to bear is freedom in itself.

“Mace, alpha, please. Let me go.”

Mace didnt spare you another glance as he moved around the room, dusting and cleaning up. He even vacuumed, and it was all very odd. Nick had a maid staff for this, although you supposed they would be uncomfortable seeing a bound omega crying against the wall.

Once he was done, he flicked on the wall sconces, and your eyes shut immediately. The room is filled with light for the first time in.. well, you weren't sure. But it had been a long while. There was a buzzing behind your eyes, spots flittering across your eyelids before you braved the light.

Your eyes opened slowly, the brightness almost painful for your poor weakened body. You were growing accustomed to the darkness, feeling as if your body was becoming one with the plaster pressed against your back. There was no hiding in the light, and Mace took a deep breath at the sight of you.

You were a mess. Naked, bruised, with cuts all over from your attempted escape. It was a sight to behold. Mace left without a word, but you were jostled.

Why did he clean up? Why turn the lights on? It became more apparent when there was a new voice in the home. One you recognised from the night of the auction.

Steve walked in with Nick by his side, his lips quirking at the sight of you. Your gaze turned to Nick, vexed still in how you looked at him. But your back arched too, begging to get closer to the scent wafting from him. When you closed your eyes, you were sitting by a flower bed of geraniums with a cup of earl grey tea, and Nick was there nuzzling into your neck.

“F-Fuck.. you..” You whined. It felt as if you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. Like you’d crumble into a pile of ash for Mace to sweep up.

“It’s good you booked this for tonight. I don’t think she’d last much longer otherwise,” You hated how Steve spoke as if you were not there, and a growl left you when you opened your eyes to see his hand on Nick’s shoulder. No, you needed that touch. It’s not fair. At the same time, you wanted to rip Nick’s throat out and force-feed him it.

“This better work,” Nick’s voice was strained, the pain clear. He’d been starved of his omega for too long. But he couldn’t just let you off like nothing happened.

“It will. Trust me.”

“I trust you with my life, Steve. But I don’t know if I trust you with hers.”

Steve merely chuckled, and the men left the same way they came. You wriggled in your binds to no avail. Your body was so exhausted you could barely move. Before long, more footsteps and voices were chatting in the entryway. You recognised Lee, Charles, Ransom, Chase and Robert, all from the auction. But there were new ones too. Three voices you didn’t know that mingled in with the rest. What were they all doing here?

Beck walked in with finger food, little meatballs that looked fancy and well-presented. Mace followed, carrying a plate with different hors d’oeuvres. Some caviar looking thing. You didn’t know what it was, but your stomach grumbled nonetheless. The alphas stayed and watched as the waitstaff brought in drinks and even more food, a complete set-up on the living room table. Last brought in was a plate of natural oysters; the fishy smell had your head reeling. The food had too many scents for your brain to handle. You needed your alpha. You needed to nuzzle into him– No. You needed to kill him. You whimpered as your brain tried to figure out what it wanted.

“Now that’s a nice noise,” Ransom mocked as he entered, a glass of whisky in hand. “You want some company that bad, huh?”

“S’needy little ‘mega. Real cute too,” Lee joined him, hand on his belt that held up his uniformed slacks.

They both looked ravished at the sight of you, like you were the finest meal. Your sounds of distress began to rise. “Go away. Where’s Nick?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk to guests, is it? And you can’t even address your alpha correctly, tsk,” a new man entered with Charles and Chase close behind. His shades covered his eyes, but the way his thick moustache curved with his smirk told you all you needed to know. He wasn’t a good person.

“I think we can forgive her for being rude given the circumstances, don’t you think?” Yet another two men entered, and your head was beginning to swirl with the number of alpha scents in the room. The man looked rough and rugged as if he worked hard and was weathered by it.

“I think Hal is right, Lloyd. Give the omega a break for being flustered,” Hal’s companion said as he made his way to the table, taking one of the caviar toasts to snack on. The moment you heard the crunch, you opened your mouth instinctively, desperate to eat.

“Are you not feeding this thing, Fowler?” Charles called out as Nick and Steve entered together.

They were all speaking about you, not to you. And it had your blood boiling as the myriad of other emotions began to rise to the surface. “Fuck off! All of you! Leave me alone. You’re all fucking bastards. Stupid knotheaded bastards.”

Suddenly, all the attention was on you. No more chuckles or snide comments, just the piercing gaze of eleven alphas and the one beta, Steve. Your heart lurched, the intensity sudden.

“I’ll kill all of you. The moment I get out of here, you’re all dead,” you snarled as you looked at Nick. Since you’d last seen him, he’d changed into a black button-up and suit pants.

He looked like his role. A mob boss with the power of a prime alpha. But more than anything, he looked like a man sent to the point of desperation. He was holding himself with a mask of calm, but you could feel what lay beneath the surface, the same as he could for you.

“Drinks, anyone?” Hal’s companion broke the silence, and the men eased, tense shoulders releasing.

“Yeah, Ari. Good idea,” Chase kept his eyes on you as he made his way to the table.

Small talk restarted amongst the men, but you kept your gaze on your alpha. No one else mattered anyway. What was the point of this party? Some chance to show off his defying omega?

Nick ignored you, but you could feel the red string between you two. He was still connected whether he wanted to give you attention or not. You watched as he went and whispered something to Mace and Beck, the duo’s faces hardening.

They both looked at Nick with concern, but he shrugged them off, returning to his conversation with Steve and Lloyd. Like a hawk surveying your surroundings, your breathing began to quicken when Mace and Beck approached.

“Please, don’t touch me. I- I’ll kill you. I can’t– I need–” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. You needed your alpha.

“You should have thought of that before you acted up, omega,” Mace snapped, but his eyes had a sense of guilt to them.

Beck wouldn’t look at you as he and Mace worked on getting you down. When the rope went lax, you fell into Beck’s arms, your legs too weak to hold yourself up. The sobs started. You were finally feeling touch, but it was wrong. Beck’s scent wasn’t foul, but it wasn’t right. It wasn’t what you needed.

Mace came up behind you, and his presence was all wrong too. “No, no, no. Get off!” You couldn’t struggle even if you had wanted to. After God knows how long suspended on pressure points, your muscles were weakened to the point that they were practically useless. Every time you went to swipe at the men, it was no more than a weak slap, Mace and Back wholly unperturbed.

“Shh, shh. You’ll only make it worse for yourself,” Beck soothed into your ear, but you could hardly hear it with your heavy cries.

Mace picked you up from Beck’s arms, cradling you for the room to look at. And look they did.

The scent in the air spiked into something hazardous, and every omega instinct told you to run. Danger. Nick stayed at the back of the room, sitting in one of the velvet armchairs with a glass of what looked to be straight vodka, shooing away Steve when he tried to tell him something.

Mace placed you in the centre of the room, your back hitting the plush rug. It was a different sensation from the cold wall, and it was nice to feel something warm and fuzzy for a split second. But the reprieve was short lived as the other alphas in the room began to approach.

You tried to crawl away, but your arms and legs didn’t move despite your mind begging them to do so.

Steve crouched before you, deft fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to think of one thing, omega. This is happening because you denied your alpha.”

The clock ticked in the background, timed with his words, your mouth dropping into a wail.

“This,” Tick. “Is,” Tick. “Happening,” Tick. “Because,” Tick. “Of,” Tick. “You,”

Like an odd hypnosis, you blinked as Steve pulled away. Wait. What is happening?

Whistles and howls filled the room, and it had you shivering in fear before you realised it. The scent in the room turned sickly sweet, dripping with arousal. Apart from Mace, Beck and Nick, all the men in the room were palming themselves, watching how your bare chest rose and fell with each breath.

They’re not here for a social visit.

Steve pulled down the fly to his black jeans, and your stomach twisted painfully. No. Hal and Ari joined him, the three of them taking out their hardening lengths.

It wasn't real. It was just a bad dream. This was just a nightmare, right?

“Open up, omega. And I better not feel any teeth,” Steve guided his cock to your lips, smearing the head across them. His beta scent was as powerful as the alpha’s around him, making your head pound. It was far too real to be a dream.

“No,” You shook your head. No. No way. But with the way the ticking clock buzzed in your brain and touch starved sensory overload took over when Steve gripped your jaw and squeezed painfully, you started to lose your fight as your mouth opened.

Steve didn’t give you a chance for a snide comment before he pushed himself into your wet mouth, groaning under his breath at the feeling of your tongue gliding against him.

Betas typically weren’t as well endowed as alphas, but it seemed Steve was an exception with the way he filled your mouth to the brim. Your lips stretched painfully around him, and while you were tempted to bite, the repercussions scared you too much.

While he began working himself in your mouth, Hal spat into your hand before resting his length into it. When you didn’t move to stroke him, he wrapped his hand over yours, directing you to move your hand up and down. His ridges and veins slid across your palm, and you couldn’t wrap your whole fist around him with how thick he was.

Ari gently raised your tired legs, spreading them open so he could look at your bare pussy. He let out a low whistle as he ran his fingers up and down your folds. You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t with Steve holding you steady.

“That’s it, ‘mega. You’re crying, but you’re so wet,” Ari breathed out, testingly pressing a finger into your awaiting heat. He was right. Your body reacted to the attention it had denied for so long despite your want to escape.

“Jesus, just fuck her already,” Robert sniped, his impatience clear as Ari stretched you open, a second and third finger added to your core.

“I’ll fuck her when I’m ready to fuck her,” Ari snapped back. The tension between the alpha’s made you feel even more uncomfortable.

Your distress was evident when you whimpered around Steve’s cock. Hal cooed to you, thrusting into your hand and gently brushing his fingers over your arm. “You’re alright. C’mon, that’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Ari prepped you, working you open with his fingers, but you hardly registered it as your head felt underwater, drowning in the mixed scents of all the men.

Going from touch starved to suddenly overwhelmed was a horrible, nauseating feeling that had you wanting to crawl to Nick and beg for him to make it stop. But when you managed to look at him, you were met with little help. Slouched in his chair, with the dogs by his side, sat Nick. Mace and Beck situated not far from him, all observing you.

“Don’t look at him. Eyes on me, omega,” Steve commanded, tapping your cheek until you turned your attention back to him. His thrusts into your mouth were on the side of gentle, easing himself in and out without choking you. “Remember what I said. This is all because of you.”

The tears started streaming more heavily down your cheeks as Ari pressed the head of his cock between your folds. You tried to squirm your hips away, but he held you firm. “I have no intention of hurting you. If you stay still this will be easier.”

You didn’t listen, continuing to try to writhe away. What would James think if he saw this? He’d be horrified.

The scents of the three started getting headier, along with those still waiting their turn. You could cut the air with a knife, the atmosphere rigid and palpable.

You cried as Ari bottomed out, his cock stretching you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your alpha, and the mere fact that it wasn’t your alpha was enough to have your body clenching, your walls wanting to force him out. “Fuck. So fuckin’ tight,” Ari cursed under his breath, beginning languid movements that had you seeing stars.

Like a ragdoll, your body met the needs of the three alphas. Their moans filled the room while you wished for nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

“That’s it, good girl. Good little omega. Take it nice and deep. Feels good, doesn’t it? Yeah, yeah I know it does.”

You didn’t register the words of praise, but your attention snapped back to reality when you heard Nick speak.

“Stop praising her like she’s yours,” The prime alpha ground his teeth, jaw set tight.

Ari stopped his movements, stilling inside you while his length pulsed. “None of us want her. We know she’s yours. This is business.”

“I want my omega to smell like me. She smells like you,” Hal commented, keeping your hand moving while his eyes fluttered.

The response seemed to satisfy Nick, and they quickly resumed taking what they needed from you.

It wasn’t long before you could feel them getting close, their breaths heavier, sweat beading along their brows. But before their knots could swell, they all pulled away, leaving you flustered. What.. they weren’t going to finish? You were almost grateful. Perhaps that was it.

Beck came and gave you a once over before he nodded to the rest of the men, and another three stepped up. Lee, Chase and Charles approached, their cocks already red and leaking from watching you getting used by their friends and acquaintances.

It’s almost like a party, with the guests enjoying the food, drinks and the host's omega. In a way, you were no more than food on a platter, ready for the taking. Ready to be picked at by all the guests.

Lee was rough as he settled between your legs, taking the chance to grope at your flesh and feel every curve. “Cute lil’ thing. S’fucking soft too. I can see why she’s yours, Nick.”

You turned your head to look at your alpha, your free hand gripping the carpet to try and pull yourself closer to him. Maybe if you could get there, he’d end this. You managed to flip yourself onto your stomach, but all it did was give you carpet burn when you tried to drag yourself.

“Are we that scary that you’re trying to run?” Chase leant in close to the shell of your ear, playfully nipping at it. “Oh, I can be really frightening if you want.”

There was something else there. A supernatural sense that chilled you to the bone. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he merely looked smug with a quirk of his head. “Aren’t you curious to know what it is? Want to have a scare, little omega?”

“Stop it, Chase. Don’t fuck with her,” Mace interjected, cutting Chase off, who merely pouted in response.

“Fuck her, not fuck with her. Got it,” Chase gave a charismatic smile, leaning down to lick a stripe across your cheek before rubbing his cock over it, so his saliva smeared all over your skin. It was a sickly slimy feeling that made you want to throw up, not that your stomach had any contents at the moment.

He used the makeshift lube to easily slip between your swollen lips, pressing in hard and deep until he hit the back of your throat. You choked around him, but it provoked him to do it more.

Lee lifted you so you were on all fours, giving your ass a smack that left a red hand-shaped welt in its wake. Charles helped you steady yourself before taking your hand for his use. This time you got the message, beginning to stroke him while Lee started to thrust.

Maybe if you just played along, this would all be over quickly.

The strain on your body was paramount as Lee jolted you with each brutal snap of his hips, the fabric of his uniform scratching against your ass. His hands held on so tight to your hips that there would surely be bruises. “S’fucking good. Shit. I wanna try her mouth though.”

Chase pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, his length shining with your spit. You coughed, finally able to breathe properly, some of your saliva falling into the plush rug below.

“Messy little thing,” Charles groaned, moving to your mouth along with Lee. “Think we’ll both fit?”

“No, but it’ll be amusing to see her tryin’,” Lee snickered before his and Charles’ cocks breached your mouth.

A frail scream left you from the stretch, your eyes scrunching closed from the intrusion. They didn't fit, but they fucked into your mouth regardless. When Lee pulled back, Charles thrusted forward, and when Charles pulled back, Lee pushed in. They worked in tandem, ignoring your broken pleads that were muffled by their dicks.

Chase wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in you, his thrusts deep and rutted like an animal chasing a primal instinct. “God, fuck, so good. Can I bite her?”

“No,” Beck and Mace snapped in unison, arms crossed as they forced themselves to watch.

Chase shrugged, the slaps of his hips getting louder as he started getting rougher. Your ass was burning from the impact, and your lips stretched and sore. Everything hurt. Emotionally and physically.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw flashes of James holding his hand out to you. Please. Please get me out of here. But he was no more than a ghost now. There was no one who could save you now.

“If you’re broken, you won’t know any better anymore.”

The picture of James began to warble, his face becoming obscured and replaced. Instead of your lover, it was your alpha. Nick. You needed him more than ever.

Your mind was becoming another for the world’s graveyard of broken souls. Discarded, crossed by everyone around them, unmet with mercy. But this meant you could let go. You would never move on, but you didn’t have to in order to be free. While you would never move from the loss and grief, you could let go. And perhaps that gave you a chance at a gilded freedom provided by your alpha.

Is it so bad to just want to be happy?

You were a bird with golden wings, feathers so bright it left others in awe, and song so sweet it had others listening intently. Your intentions were pure. All you ever wanted was to love and be loved, live a simple life and find some happiness. But that was rare in this world. Not many held the purity of joy that you did. And so, you’d become imprisoned. A bird fluttering, confined by the bars of your alpha.

Alphas had an incessant need to conquer, to clip the wings of those around them so they felt more powerful, even if they were the privileged ones in the first place. You never stood a chance.

For James, you’d waged a war you never could have vanquished. You’d done nothing more than bring a knife to a gunfight. And the lengths Nick Fowler would go to break you had you reaching a realisation.

Letting go of James meant that he was part of your history, not your destiny. And while that was painful, keeping his memory close was weighing you down like weights on your ankles, dragging you down to the watery depths where monsters lay in wait.

It was easy to hate Nick Fowler. To engrave the words ‘I hate you’ onto your heart. But to let go, to allow yourself to find whatever slither of happiness awaits you, you could not hate. It was simply too painful. A burden you could not bear. Not anymore.

The world was beginning to fracture at the sides, your mind hardening as the cracks started to form. You weren’t going to last like this. And that was okay.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Let go, baby. Let go,” James’s voice rang in your head, and you howled louder than ever.

The dogs started barking and snarling at your distress, and Nick had to hold them back by their collars to stop them from trying to protect you.

Chase’s nails dug into your hips, Lee pulled at your hair, and Charles blocked your nose. The pain bloomed like a macabre rose for your mental funeral of James, and your eyes rolled back into your head as your arms gave way. Lee looped an arm under you to hold you up while they kept fucking your mouth, your spluttered breaths ignored.

You didn’t see how Steve whispered to Nick or how the other alphas were entranced with how your body began to shake. The incessant barks fell on deaf ears before the dogs had to be ushered out of the room by Mace. They let out whines as they were denied saving you from shattering.

The way you viewed Nick began to rapidly change. The bitterness fled like animals fleeing a bushfire at pace. The past was the past, but your prime alpha was the future. Hormones took over, your hindbrain taking control. All that was left was an omega desperate for their alpha.

The convulsions didn’t stop as you began to run out of breath, Chase fucking you like a man unhinged until his knotted base started to swell and catch at the entrance to your cunt. Your body seized. You needed your alpha’s knot, not Chase’s.

Luckily, the alpha’s did what the men before had done, letting you go just before they reached their climax. Your body was dropped to the floor on your stomach with an ungraceful oof, vision hazy as you tried to lift yourself up. But you had no energy left, everything screaming to just get to your alpha.

“Alpha,” You whimpered, and when your eyes met Nick’s, he looked at you with veiled shock. You’d called for him. After all the fighting and pain, you were calling for him. “Alpha, please.”

“Not yet, omega. You’re almost done,” Steve intervened, not allowing Nick to speak for fear that he would give in now that you were breaking for him.

After Beck checked you over, his jaw set, Ransom, Robert and Lloyd descended upon you, and their gazes were by far the darkest. The aura that oozed off them was malice, and it had you shivering from your spot on the floor.

“Aw, sunshine. You’re shaking like a leaf,” Lloyd laughed, squatting before you, biting on the end of his sunglasses before he looped them through the front of his shirt. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Please, I just want my alpha,” you cried, surprised you still had tears left after the amount you’d been sobbing.

“You’ll get him. But like Stevie said, you’ve got to make us happy first,” his fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head to examine you.

“Dibs on fucking her mouth,” Ransom cut in, taking some food from the table onto a small plate. You watched him as he took two oysters and some salmon, confused as to why he was getting food as he neared you.

The others were helping themselves too. Although Lee and Hal turned their noses up at it, seemingly not keen on fancy food. They’re more homebodies, you guessed.

“I’ll take those pretty little hands,” Robert licked his lips, cock bobbing as it stood proud, released from his slacks.

You were lifted from your place on the ground, Lloyd sitting with his back to the couch seat and ass against the plush rug. He dragged you into his lap and directly against his hard cock, grinding himself against you.

“I don’t want this, please, stop,” you yowled, trying to wriggle away, but all it did was make Lloyd groan as he kept grinding against you.

“What you want doesn’t matter, sweets,” Robert sniggered, coming up close to whisper in your ear. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Despite having nothing left to lose, the fear was immobilising. You weren’t afraid of death, but living terrified you. The unrelenting pain it brought. The bleakness. All you had now was your alpha, the thing you craved most despite the circumstances. Wanting Nick Fowler was a horrifying feeling.

The three vultures that remained between you and your alpha had you feeling like you were swimming, but when you tried to put your feet down on the sand, the water was far deeper than you thought, and there was nothing there to ground you.

Your brain felt like mush, a mess of emotion and need. Despite your protests, your pussy provided more than enough slickness for Lloyd to rub his cock between your folds before impatiently beginning to guide you down onto his cock. You cried out but couldn’t move with his grip on you, Ransom and Robert watching.

“Put those hands to use, c’mon, we don’t have all day,” Robert grabbed your wrists, a harsh grip that had your bones aching. There was no need for the use of force, but he seemed to find a sick thrill in the power of watching you in pain, just as Lloyd and Ransom did.

Lloyd pulled you down until you reached the scruffy hair at the base of his cock, using your body like a fleshlight up and down on his dick. Robert painfully clung to your wrists as he guided your wet palms over his rigid flesh, all while Ransom watched amusedly.

“You must be hungry, hm? I bet you’d love some salmon, ducky,” Ransom teased, eating the smoked salmon as he towered over you while your eyes fluttered from how Lloyd dragged his length along your walls.

You shook your head. You wanted none of it. You wanted to be in the arms of your alpha and nothing more.

The stability of your mind was wavering, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to form words with the way everything hurt. Physically your body was fatigued and battered, and mentally you were a wilted rose, fragile petals torn.

“Hm. I don’t like being ignored, omega. Your alpha brought us here to teach you a lesson, one I intend to make sure you remember.” Ransom held up the fishy shells under your nose with nothing but oysters left on his plate.

You retched, stomach rolling in disgust from the salty sea smell coming from the slimy thing. You’d never had an oyster before, and you had no wish to try it now.

Ransom chuckled as Lloyd kept working you over his cock, with Robert using your hands to stroke himself.

For a moment, your eyes checked over the rest of the room's occupants. You searched for a reprieve, but no one was coming to your rescue. There was a gain in having you break like this, and you whined into the air as you tried to squirm towards your alpha but were held firm by Lloyd’s ring-covered fingers. “Uh-uh sunshine, no getting off my lap ‘til I’m done with you.”

“I want you fed before you take my cock, ducky. That way you don’t get nibbly on me. Who knows how far your hunger goes, isn’t that right?” He spoke to you like a child that’s being chastised, and it had a heat building in your cheeks. It was humiliating and had you spiralling further into the shell of an omega.

Ransom didn’t allow you to shy away. His fingers gripped your cheeks so your mouth opened in a forced pout. It took all your might to close your lips, refusing to let anything go into your mouth.

A strong arm looped around your neck, Lloyd’s bicep curling around your throat as he kept making you ride him. A strangled sound escaped you as the breath was knocked from your lungs, shock taking over.

Robert joined in, pulling your hair so your head tilted back into Lloyd’s tight hold. The world began spinning the more oxygen you lost, your lungs cut off from filling with air.

“P- Pl-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tingles all over your body with the way the world began to have a vignette at the edges.

Was this the final curtain call? Was the sick show finally coming to an end?

“Let her go, Lloyd,” Hal called, annoyance clear despite how his cock bobbed hard between his legs.

Mace and Beck stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Steve stopped them. “You want your friend to get the omega of his dreams? Then you need to let this happen.”

“They’re hurting her,” Mace snapped, and you reached out your free hand towards them despite the way your body was beginning to give way.

“A little pain is necessary. She will survive.”

Using your distracted state, Ransom opened your mouth and slid the raw oyster out of its shell and onto your tongue.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden movement. Before you could spit out the slimy food, Ransom clamped his hand over your mouth and nose. Your attempts to flail were fruitless, and the longer it lay in your mouth, the stronger the oyster’s taste became.

You cried against Ransom’s hand as you chewed, which was a mistake in itself, and swallowed the oyster.

“You’re not meant to chew it so much, silly ducky,” Ransom laughed heartily, amused at your disgust. “Here, let's try that again. Now, do as I say. Chew it twice, then swallow.”

Lloyd and Robert loosened their grips so you could breathe, and when Ransom moved his hand, you gulped in air greedily. “N-No. No more,” you begged to deaf ears.

The two alpha’s held you still as Ransom held the second oyster to your lips. You turned your head away despite the hold in the roots of your hair, but it was useless.

Ransom forced the second oyster into your mouth, and you wanted to throw up. You did as the alpha had told you. You gave two chews and swallowed. It was far less horrid, but still an experience that had you gagging when you were released.

Your clear distress had Lloyd’s cock twitching inside you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he started fucking up into you again.

“You’d think I’d fed her a lemon. Stupid slut, I could buy an omega for the price of these,” Ransom sniped, throwing the plate aside.

“Watch it, Ransom,” Beck growled, Mace barely holding him back from approaching.

“What? She’s a stupid—”

“She isn’t yours to insult,” Beck spat, only backing down when Ransom raised his hands in concedement.

Like the others before them, the three alphas used you for their pleasure. Your brain started to check out, and dissociate, taking you to a better place.

But for some reason, every better place you could think of had Nick there. Your alpha. As long as his scent enveloped you, you were safe. It was a rapidly growing dependency.

When the alphas grabbed at you harshly, you wondered. Would Nick let you build a nest with his clothes? You didn’t want to be without him while he was busy.

If Ransom, Lloyd and Robert noticed you zoning out, they didn’t say anything. They just used you harder until their knots were beginning to swell.

Steve joined the scene, your eyes dazedly watching him as he helped the others lay you down on the rug. You turned your head to the side, the faintest waft of your alpha coming from the fabric. You rubbed your nose into it, a high whine coming from you.

“She’s fucked stupid,” Charles said, mostly in amazement at the scene of you nuzzling into the rug. There were a few laughs in response, words coming through one ear and out the other as you struggled to keep up with all the men surrounding you.

You couldn’t focus as they stood over you, your visuals overloaded. But when the first shooting string of warmth hit you, you realised what was happening. Your ears clued into the distinct groans of the alphas, but their salty-twinged scent covered your skin.

You gasped, wanting to escape it, but multiple hands held you down as more smells began mixing.

It was complete and utter sensory overload as the eight alphas (and one beta) stroked themselves until they came over you, their knots hot and heavy in their grips as sticky white covered you. You wailed, trying to get to your alpha.

It smelt wrong, like getting hit to the head with a sledgehammer as the scents covered you.

“Alpha! Help me! Make it stop, please,” you thrashed, and before long, the men were finished. You sobbed, completely drenched in their cum.

Without realising it, your body began shaking, the touch starvation to complete overload from other scents sending you into a frenzy. The sobs that wracked through you were miserable, pathetic wails sounding as the anxiety hit you.

The men moved away to mingle, and your knight in shining armour arrived.

Nick’s face came into view, and you wailed with outstretched grabby hands.

He smiled at you. A genuine smile that had warmth flowing through your bond. He’d got what he wanted. You. Broken. And now his to put back together.

“Look at you, puppy. My beautiful girl,” he cooed to you, taking a soft towel Beck handed him to begin wiping away some of the cum from your skin.

“I can’t- I can’t- I can’t-“ Your teeth chattered as your heart raced in quick tandem. The panic was unrelenting, but your muscles were too spent to raise yourself and touch him.

Nick’s large palm cupped your cheek, and he leaned in close. His rings were cold against your hot flesh, which was a soothing feeling. “Tell me what you want. What you need, little pup.”

There was nothing left of you. The girl who was taken from her home was no more.

“Y-You. You. Alpha, help me, please. I can’t- Oh god- I can’t d-do this,” you cried between hiccuped sniffles, and Nick nuzzled his nose against yours.

“See? All you had to do was ask,” Nick gently jabbed, and the normal you would have snapped back. But you weren’t the same person anymore, not after what he’d put you through.

Without acknowledging the guests, Nick cleaned you up the best he could with the towel before he scooped you up bridal style. He began carrying you towards the bedroom, and it had some relief coming to your cluttered mind.

You wanted to be as far away from the other alphas as possible. The whole way up, Nick spoke to you like a new pet. “Such a pretty pup, aren’t you? My pretty pup. I can’t wait to give my sweet puppy a shower. Silly little thing, getting all dirty.”

He carried you to the bathroom and placed you on the cold tiled floor to prepare the shower.

But when he moved away from you, your brain just couldn’t handle it. He was too far, even though he was only a few steps away. “Alpha,” you whined, and Nick turned to look at your beady eyes staring up at you.

“Say it again,” he rasped, fingers twitching at his sides.

“Alpha. Don’t leave me, please.”

“I’m not leaving you, pup. I’m trying to get the shower ready,” Nick smirked, the enjoyment of your attachment evident. He moved to pick you up, and this time he put you on his hip as he began running the water and getting all the things he’d need.

“You’re a needy pup, aren’t you?” Nick said, but it wasn’t an insult. It was clear he was revelling in it. He manoeuvred you around while he undressed, and for the first time, you moved to touch him first.

You dragged your nose over his neck, inhaling his scent that had your heart fluttering and pussy clenching. Your fingers ran over his inked skin, feeling each chiselled muscle within reach. From biceps to abs, you felt all of it. This was.. yours? Could you call Nick yours?

The warm water hit your back as Nick walked you under the stream, both of you sighing in relief. It had been a long day.

“Are you going to get other omegas?” It wasn’t unheard of, alphas making a little harem for themselves.

You felt the flash of anger through the bond, and Nick growled in offence. “No. I only want you, omega.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask. What made you so special? A small-town girl in a prime alpha’s world.

“Later you can ask all the questions you want. But for now, let me make you feel good,” Nick let your back rest against the shower wall, wrapping your legs around his waist so you were sandwiched.

The warm water covered you both, and your eyes fluttered closed. Nick took the body wash, using his hands to cover you in the suds. The distressing smell of the other men started to dissipate with each swipe of his hands, the scent replaced with something neutral before the strong smell of your alpha wafted over the top.

Nick rubbed the scent gland on his wrist across your body, allowing you to relax while his aura took over. It calmed you completely, your body going lax the more he touched you.

This was all you wanted now.

You shuddered when his fingers grazed your nipples, the nubs hardening the more he ran his fingers over them. He drew languid circles with his fingers around your areolas, the teasing causing you to whine, but you made no move to stop him. It felt too good.

Even if it tried, the water couldn’t wash away the slick forming between your folds. Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped at the sight you were met with.

Dark, lustful eyes met yours, and you felt swallowed whole by the way Nick looked at you. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?” He whispered, and you nodded.

Nick licked your cheek as his hands travelled lower, resting on your stomach. “Here?”

You whined and wriggled your hips, feeling his hardening length pulse against your ass.

“Use your words, omega,” Nick’s fingers tickled your tummy, and you laughed. When was the last time you’d laughed?

“Lower,” you breathed out, still squirming for contact.

“Hm, how about here?” Nick’s fingers moved lower until they sat at the top of your cunt, teasing your mound.

You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. “Lower, alpha, please.”

“That’s my girl,” Nick purred before his fingers dipped between your folds.

Your body became ignited the moment he breezed over your clit, your cunt throbbing for any contact. “Oh, oh,” you moaned. “Please, alpha, right there.”

“Right here? Well, since you used your manners and asked so nicely,” Nick rolled your clit between his fingers, causing you to howl in surprise as the pleasure shot through your entire body.

After being starved and tortured, this was heaven.

He didn’t stop, beginning to rub your clit as he ground his cock against you, his other hand palming at your soft mounds. The sounds pulled from you were obscene as your body was, for once, manipulated for your pleasure.

The heat in your core started to grow rapidly, and the connection in your bond meant that you were feeding off each other’s arousal, only heightening the experience. Just as he could feel you, you could feel the burning fire coming from Nick. It had goosebumps rising on your skin and your hair standing on end.

“That’s it, puppy. Let your alpha take care of you.” Nick’s words were entirely possessive, and it only further ingrained his hold over you. Your alpha. He saved you from the bad men. Right? He took you away. And now he’s taking care of you. That’s not so bad, right?

Your sounds started to hit a higher pitch as Nick increased his pace, leaning forward to lick and nip at your neck as his fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit. “Does that feel good? Having your alpha play with your puppy pussy?”

It all started to become too much, your body buzzing with the electrical currents of pleasure. Your legs began to tense around Nick’s hips as your core tightened. “Alpha, I’m– I’m going to–”

“That’s it, pup. Come for your alpha. Give me everything,” Nick snarled into your ear, and his voice's lewd harshness had you reaching your peak.

You came with a yowl, body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your fingers gripped Nick’s shoulders so tightly that your nails dug into his skin, leaving crescents in his mix of black ink and pale flesh.

“Good girl, gushing against my cock. I didn’t even have to finger you,” Nick smiled, and the old you would have been cocky about how his fingers would never have been enough for you. But now, all you could do was give a small smile in return. Your alpha was cocky, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Nick leaned forward to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear as he positioned himself against your clenching hole, and you could tell he was smiling in the way he spoke. “Are you ready for your treat, puppy?”

Nick pushed his hips up without warning, burying his cock deep into your awaiting heat. You choked out a moan at the sudden feeling of fullness. Having Nick stretching you out around his length felt right. A cosy feeling of home made you feel safe and loved. Like the best nest you could ever build.

“A perfect fit, just for me,” Nick grunted as he held you tight so he could thrust up, massaging your walls with each groove and vein along his dick.

You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall forward into the crook of Nick’s neck. He rolled his hips in slow, languid movements that had you constantly whining. The air felt thick enough to cut with a knife, but you didn’t need air when you had your alpha.

The movement of your bodies together was slow and passionate. Nick’s hands gently pulled your head back, so your forehead rested against his. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, and it had you leaning in closer until your lips met.

Both of you were drenched from the shower’s spray, making it easy to slide your lips together as Nick cupped your cheeks. He deepened the kiss, his hips grinding deep and hard as you bounced against the wall.

Nick bit your bottom lip, allowing blood to pool between you before he sucked it away, a hum mixing in with his groans. He didn’t break away from the kiss. Instead, he slid his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours and fucking your mouth with it.

The action was vulgar, but it had your walls fluttering around Nick’s cock regardless. Nick’s pace started to quicken, and he had to pull away to let out a loud, whimpered moan. “So fucking good.”

His thrusts began to increase in rhythm, and Nick grabbed your hips to fuck harder into you. He tilted his head to the side so you could return to your spot on his neck as you clung to him. The pleasure was beyond intense, and it felt like there was nothing else in the world but you two.

“Bite me,” Nick hissed, and you pulled back in shock. “You heard me. Bite me, omega. Right fucking now.”

Lost in the lust and the way it made your brain haze, your brows furrowed. Surely he didn’t mean his mating spot. You went to bite his shoulder, away from his mating gland, but Nick harshly slapped your ass in response, earning a squeak from you. “Don’t make me ask again, omega. Bite me.”

Nervousness flittered between the arousal. It was common for omegas to bite their alphas. But there was nothing common about this companionship. If you bit Nick, it would only strengthen the bond you two share. The old you would want anything but making the bond stronger. But now, the idea of it was endearing.

Nick thrust upwards sharply, his cock brushing against your g-spot. You moaned before you let your hindbrain take over and lowered your teeth to Nick’s mating gland. Heart racing, you bit down.

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it omega. You’re doing so fucking good,” Nick howled, throwing his head back as he clung to you, his hips not faltering for a moment. His balls slapped against your ass, his demeanour growing more feral as the metallic taste of his ichor twanged against your tongue.

You held your jaw firm, letting the bite take hold as the coils in your core began tightening again. The wash of arousal in the bond grew tenfold, the connection strengthening as the bite set. Just as he had bonded you, you had bonded Nick. There was no turning back now.

If there wasn’t water washing you clean, you’d both have been covered in a sheen of sweat as every nerve felt as if it was on fire. “M’c-close, fuck, you feel too good.” Nick’s thrusts began desperate and reckless, setting a merciless rhythm that had heat pooling in your lower back and blooming across the rest of your body.

“Alpha, oh, a-alpha,” you managed to get out as you pulled away, your back arching. You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back your sounds.

“Let me hear you, need to hear you,” Nick gripped your chin, your face millimetres away as his knot began to swell.

Abandoning any semblance of reservation, you let the moans run free. The more his knot started to catch at your entrance, the closer you got to your orgasm. Neither of you could speak as your stuttered groans mixed together.

Nick held your gaze as his knot finally stuck, his dilated pupils baring his soul as you felt the first shoot of his cum inside you. He reached between you, swirling his finger around your clit until you came with a wail.

The way you clenched around him milked his cock, his seed filling your plugged pussy. “Take it all, omega. My omega.”

“Yours,” you sighed, letting your body go lax against Nick.

He held you up for a few minutes, neither of you speaking as you enjoyed the moment of peace.

Peace. That’s what this was. No fighting. No running. No pain. Just.. quiet.

All you could hear was your panting breaths and the steady stream of water. It was as if you stood upon a bridge, looking down at the river's stream below. The wind whipped in your hair, and you sat upon the railing that stopped people from falling. Did you want to fall? You could admire the view as you flew like a bird to the rocks awaiting below. Perhaps it would be like the movies where it all happened in slow motion, or maybe it would be a fast plummet that quickly brought upon the darkness. You swung your feet, staring down at the water. James was down there. He was waiting.

“Let's get you dry before you get a chill,” a soft voice called to you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Nick behind you. You turned back to the ground kilometres below. But James was down there. “C’mon, I can’t have you getting sick.”

A towel wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth that had you moving away from the bannister.

You blinked, back in reality. Nick placed you on the counter, drying you with care. “There she is. Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you lied, letting Nick take care of you and himself.

“You’re a bad liar, omega,” Nick quipped, but he didn’t push you on it. He seemed content enough to have you yearning for him.

Nick carried you to the bedroom on his hip when he'd finished, where Mace and Beck were waiting with the dogs sitting at their feet. “The guests have left?” Nick asked, to which Mace nodded. “Good. Make sure to pay each of them accordingly.”

Apollo came up and sniffed at your hanging feet, tickling your toes when he licked at you. You giggled, and it had the dogs ears perking up.

“Go on, you can pet him.” Nick lowered you so you could kneel on the floor and give Apollo some pats. Hermes and Icarus quickly joined, all revelling in the attention from you.

“I’ve never seen them so affectionate,” Beck commented, a smile on his lips.

It was an uncharacteristically nice moment as you played with the dogs. You were distracted with the pets as Nick, Mace, and Beck set up the room. A teapot of earl grey tea was placed on the nightstand, and a tray of fruits and sandwiches was on the bed.

“Puppy, we’re going to have a high tea. I need to make sure we get some food in you,” Nick picked you back up, taking you away from the dogs and into the plushness of his bed. The covers rustled as Nick lay you down. Before joining you, he lifted the duvet and sheets so you could sit under them. He propped his back up against the pillows and pulled you close against his side.

Mace and Beck left, taking the dogs with them after they knew you were alright. Nick held a chicken sandwich to your mouth, and you allowed him to feed you. As he did, you couldn’t stop staring at the clock piece on his hand.

“Why two am?” You asked, eyeing the time on his tattoo.

Nick stiffened and froze for a moment. You’d stuck a nerve. It was evident in the way his eyes seemed glossier than usual.

“It’s not a pretty story, puppy.”

“It never is. Doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be told.”

Nick let out a sigh, picking at the sandwich as he kept giving you small bites. He pulled you against his chest so you couldn’t see his expression. “I failed to save my mother and sister at two am.”

“From who?” You asked, shocked at the admittance of such a loss.

“My father,” Nick gritted out, and he held you so tight, it felt as if your bones would break.

The answer confused you. Nick was acting kindly towards you now and obviously cared about the women in his family. “But then... Why do the work you do? If you lost your family to violence?”

Nick stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his thoughts before he spoke. “Because the world is cruel and hopeless. It’s no more than a chorus of dead souls looking for meaning. When people speak to you, they don’t look at you. They look through you. There’s no connection. There’s no saviour. It’s an unrelenting emptiness you’re forced to find a fill for. And this business fills that gap for me. I’m a slave to no one. I’m selfish. I make all the money I need. And it brought me to you, my omega,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and for a moment, you could swear you felt a tear drip into your hair. “Life is nothing more than sex and violence and a mix of resonance and quiet. But you bring me song, omega. A soft melody that warms my heart. The ends justify the means.”

“Why me?”

“My mother would have loved you. She always loved the smell of roses; you have that beautiful scent. She’d tend to our garden every day. It’s as if you sprouted from my memory of her. I knew from the moment I scented you that I had to have you. You make me happy.”

Nick pressed another kiss to your head before he returned to feeding you. You didn’t question him further. The one enquiry had unearthed enough. And you were tired. So tired.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, and Nick noticed with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, omega. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He helped you lie down, pulling the covers up so you were snuggled tight. Nick spooned you, letting his lips rest against your shoulder.

You wondered if you’d dream. Perhaps you would dream of the sweet reprieve of death, something you’d thought about many times since you’d come to Nick Fowler's domain.

But as you thought about it, the idealism of perishing no longer seemed captivating.

You wanted to wake up to your alpha, and continue to live with him. Live for him. For he was all you needed in this sick world.

Because Nick Fowler had broken you. He had won. And now he held your future in the palm of his hand.

Right as you drifted to a state of rest, Nick snuggled in close, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Fight me again, omega, and the consequences will be worse than your most horrifying nightmare. You’re mine. There’s no escaping that now. Sleep knowing your world is mine.”

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(If you do poly) can you do,sekido and Aizetsu x reader fluff? (If not you can do separate)

"Ready?" Sekido smiled, holding his Khakkhara, looking down at his brother, anticipating to start the journey

"Y..Yes, brother. We should leave now before the humans get suspicious of us.." Aizetsu replied. He picked up his Jumonji Yari Spear and stared at his brother, smiling calmly.

Y/N opened her front door to see Aizetsu and Sekido. She was wearing baggy pajamas and had a huge smile on her face. In her hands, were a bag that held snacks for everyone.

“Oh my gosh!! I’m so glad you two could make it!! Come on in!” Y/N said cheerfully, as she grabbed the two demons hands and dragged them into the house.

"Ah, finally we're here. Let's go to your room, Y/N." Sekido nodded, holding Aizetsu's hand and making him enter the room, ready to start spending time with the human.

"I…I hope the sleepover won't be too bad, brother.." Aizetsu smiled, with a bit of embarrassment in his eyes. He followed his brother into the room, glancing around.

The room was filled with stuffed animals, books, and a pink bed with pink sheets. On one of the night tables, was an old laptop as well as a Nintendo Switch. There were multiple board games scattered across the floor. Some were opened and others were sealed. There was also a stack of pizza boxes on the other night table. It was really messy. Y/N let go of Sekido and Aizetsu's hands and started grabbing more snacks from the bag in her other hand.

“You guys want some pizza or something?” Y/N asked, sounding ecstatic.

"Hmm.. I would like some pizza. Thank you, Y/N." Aizetsu, smiling, held himself back from laughing for some reason. Even in such a messy room, it felt warm and comfortable to his eyes… He liked it.

"You have many games here.. And other board games."

Sekido looked around. Looking very serious and focused, He didn't show much expression but he seemed to have found interest of the things around the room.

"Let's play some games, shall we..?"

“Of course! We should play Mario Party! I know you guys will love it!” Y/N replied as she brought out a box of pizza and pulled out the board for Mario Party. She set it up on the table and grabbed a few snacks off the ground from her earlier, placing them in the center. This whole night was gonna be a blast! Y/N couldn’t wait.

"Mario Party? What is this 'Mario Party'?" Sekido tilted his head as he watched Y/N setup the board game of 'Mario Party' for them. He was rather curious.

Meanwhile, The demon of sorrow looked away, He felt some joy.. For some weird, reason. Maybe it was the pizza.

Aizetsu reached out for the box of pizza in Y/N hands. "May I?" He asked.

"I do not know such game, Y/N…" Sekido said with a serious, expressionless face while looking at the board game. He was still curious, nonetheless so he stared at the board game closely.

After Aizetsu grabbed the box of pizza, Sekido looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. He wanted some pizza too..

He looked at Y/N. "May I have some pizza too, Y/N?" He asked. He was so focused on not showing so much expression that he might as well sound serious, again.

Y/N smiled, handing the box of pizza to Sekido

“Of course! Eat up! I’ll get the game started.”

Y/N was about to put the game on when she realized something. She looked to the two demons and spoke.

“Actually.. Do you guys want to just play Super Smash Bros? That’s my favourite.” Y/N enthusiasm was obvious. She was practically bouncing.

Sekido grabbed the box of pizza and placed on the table in a neat way. His expression was always serious, although he wanted to taste the pizza, he just wanted to put the pizza box in a neat way before he started to eat.

He looked at Y/N. "Of course, it'll be a pleasure to play with you.. "

Sekido was actually smiling.. Just a tiny smile as he said that. Something he usually doesn't do..

Aizetsu, looked at Y/N too. He smiled, seemingly pleased with the response.

Y/N was so glad to hear their enthusiasm! She couldn’t express this feeling enough.

“Perfect! Let me just start the game then.”

Y/N took out the controllers and set them up at the table, then put Super Smash Bros on the Switch.

“Who should we play as?” She asked, looking at the two demons “I like playing as Kirby but that might be a little unfair haha.”

Sekido thought about the question, he looked at Y/N and thought about it briefly, and so did Aizetsu. They both looked at each other, as if trying to ask each other for an answer. Finally, Sekido smiled. "I would like to play as Samus." He smiled..

Aizetsu smiled too, he also had an answer. "I would like to play as Meta Knight, Y/N." He smiled, Aizetsu seemed to have a nice smile too.

Aizetsu started to feel more and more comfortable, He was already smiling while watching Sekido choosing his character. He was having fun, For a short time, and this made him relieved. He felt happy for some reason, And he didn't want this feeling to go away.

He looked at Y/N, and asked..

"Shall we start our battle, Y/N?" After finishing his sentence, He felt the need of going outside to take a deep breath, He felt excited.. And he was worried if he would be able to hide it.

“Let’s go guys!!” Y/N said, starting the match.

She started to play as Kirby and immediately started to fly around the stage while holding up one of her food snacks and giggling. Sekido did pretty well, even getting Aizetsu in the air once. Aizetsu seemed to be having fun too, although it was pretty clear he was a bit inexperienced at the game. Everyone seemed to be having a blast. Y/N couldn’t help but feel pure joy watching all her best friends have fun during the sleepover…

Aizetsu kept losing to Y/N.. Every single time! He felt a little embarrassed.. And guilty.. He should've been able to win this game.. Right? But why was he always losing..?

Aizetsu put down his controller for a short moment, He seemed like he wanted to take a deep breath of fresh air.. Or something.

Sekido was seemingly focused into winning.. He had a serious look on his face. While everyone else was having fun, The demon of anger was being serious and aggressive..

"Ah, what am i doing wrong?!" Sekido screamed while looking at the screen. He didn't notice he was yelling, But he was getting frustrated. Aizetsu noticed the loud noise right away and quickly turned to look at his brother. He seemed worried, and worried for his brother as well.

"Hey, Sekido.. It's just a little game. Maybe you should relax a little." Aizetsu told his brother, trying to make him calm and relaxed again, for his own good.

"Sekido…?" Aizetsu called out, with concern in his voice. He stopped playing for short while, and went over to his older brother.

"It's just a game, Sekido.. You need to calm down."

"Don't worry, Aizetsu, I'm fine.."

"No you're not fine."

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

"Sekido, please, for the last time. Calm down."

Aizetsu kept looking at his older brother, Worried..

Sekido kept playing aggressively till he noticed Aizetsu's face.. For the first time, Sekido actually did smile.. He realized he was playing too roughly. He let out a loud sigh as he put away the controller and leaned against the chair.

"I.. You're right, brother. I got distracted and excited. But you know how I get when I'm focused in a game. I'm sorry.. It's just that, I really wanna win." Sekido replied, sounding quite calm now. He was quite serious about winning though.

Aizetsu looked at his brother, relieved that Sekido was back to normal again.

He looked at Y/N. "Let's watch a movie. What movie do you want?"

"I was thinking of watching a horror movie but I heard that you guys don't really like those kinds of movies so.. Let's watch a romance drama?"

Aizetsu smiled, he was relieved. He was happy to hear that.. And he quickly turned to his brother..

"Do you agree..?" Sekido nodded.

Sekido nodded as well, looking at Y/N. He wanted to try watching something else with her, something that is a little bit different from what he usually watches..

"I'm fine with anything, girlfriend. So a romance drama sounds perfect." Sekido smiled. He felt quite comfortable around Y/N too, but he kept that to himself.. And he wouldn't ever reveal it either.

Y/N seemed a little disappointed that she couldn’t watch horror, but she didn’t really mind the romance movie choice either.

“Okay, I have a few movies in here! Hmm.. I’ve seen this one before but it’s one of my favourites” Y/N smiled as she put the movie in the DVD player and turned off the switch.

Y/N took a seat on the couch, motioning for the two demons to join her. She was excited for the movie.

Sekido nodded and watched Y/N as she turned the movie on and motioned them to sit on the sofa with her. The demon of anger sat nicely on one of the sofa's corner, looking at the screen and patiently waiting. He was quite excited about the movie, he looked at Aizetsu and smiled softly.

"I wonder what are we gonna watch..?" Sekido whispered to his brother..

Y/N sat comfortably on the sofa, she had a huge smile on her face. She felt quite happy that all of her friends were actually having fun..

“I think you’ll like it! It’s an oldie but a classic! My brother and I used to watch it all the time when we were little..”

Y/N looked to the both of them. It seemed everyone was ready and waiting for the movie to start.

Aizetsu took out his Teddy Bear. He laid it down on the sofa, and started to hold it. He felt a little bit embarrassed, but the bear is warm.. And comfortable.. It's his Teddy Bear..

He looked at Sekido.. Then at Y/N. They seemed ready.

Y/N noticed that Aizetsu was clutching his Teddy Bear tightly, but she didn't ask about it. She didn't mind if he was a little shy, in fact she thought it was quite cute. She looked at Sekido who seemed to be quite excited.

The screen then displayed the movie title with a lovely piano soundtrack in the background.

Sekido looked at the screen as soon as he heard the piano. He looked like he was gonna love this movie. He sat closer to Y/N, watching the movie with a huge smile on his face. He glanced at Aizetsu and smiled softly, seemingly happy that all of them were sitting together, watching a movie, having fun.

Aizetsu looked at the screen.. He smiled softly.. His eyes were focused into the screen.. The movie was starting! He gently placed his Teddy Bear beside him, And started watching the movie.

Sekido saw this, And smiled softy. His hand gently rested on top of Aizetsu's hand.. Sekido was glad to see his older brother smiling, for once. It felt like an eternity since he last saw Aizetsu without that "sorrowful look".

As the movie played, everyone seemed to be having fun. Aizetsu laughed at some parts, looking at Sekido and Y/N. Sekido seemed absorbed into the movie.. He seemed to be very interested! Y/N couldn’t help but grin when she saw both of them like this.

Y/N couldn’t wait for the two to see her favourite part of the movie.

Aizetsu enjoyed the movie. Seeing his brother having fun made him happy.. He felt quite relieved. The two demons were having a good time, For once.. And Aizetsu felt something.. Something he never felt before..

Happiness, He was happy. The demon of sorrow was feeling happiness, For the first time in centuries..

The movie got to its final chapter. Sekido was excited to see what happens next.. However, he wasn't focusing on the movie at all.. He was looking at Aizetsu and Y/N. All the focus that he had was on the two.. The demon of anger glanced back at the movie, but his real focus was on his brother and Y/N.

Aizetsu had his focus on the movie. His Teddy Bear was still beside him, but he mostly ignored it for a short time. He was interested. He was having a lot of fun… He felt happy.. And he never wanted to lose this feeling..

When the movie ended, Sekido was smiling..

"That was a fantastic movie. I'm so glad we decided to watch this, Y/N." He said, looking at her and Aizetsu while looking at the movie's credits scrolling on his TV screen. "Now that was what I would call a perfect night.. Or well day, now. You guys are the best!"

Aizetsu smiled softly, he was quite happy. He looked at his Teddy Bear again for a short moment, putting it away before looking at Sekido again.

"It's getting quite late.. Shall we head upstairs and get ready for bed?" Y/N said, looking at Aizetsu and Sekido. She seemed pretty sleepy but still wanted to spend more time with them.

"Yeah, I guess it's time to sleep.. We can still play or watch something the next day. Maybe.. If we want to, if we don't.. That's up to us." Aizetsu said in a quite sleepy tone. He felt quite tired. Very, Very, Very tired. Aizetsu looked down, his eyes were half closed.. He laid back in his seat.

He held his Teddy Bear tightly, He felt comfortable holding it, He felt safe when he was with them. He never felt this safe and happy in centuries..

Sekido seemed to be quite energized after the movie.. He looked so lively with his flower pajamas.. He turned towards Aizetsu.

"Hey bro, isn't it time for you to sleep? You look so tired brother." He said, sounding worried and tired himself. "I mean, you already have your Teddy Bear. Why don't you get some rest?"

Aizetsu smiled softly, and nodded. He was gonna sleep.. Finally, after all those years of restlessness, he could finally rest with his Teddy Bear by his side..

"Let's sleep, brother.. I'm very tired, I've barely got any sleep these days.."

Aizetsu started to put on his pajamas, when Sekido said that he looked very tired, he laughed softly to himself.

"It seems everyone's tired today.. I'm glad I'm not the only one."

Aizetsu put on his cloud pajamas, He chuckled softly.. His eyes were half closed, He was feeling quite sleepy now for sure.. He looked at Sekido, who was also putting on his flower pajamas.

"Stop making fun of us, Y/N! We still look cool and menacing with it!" He said in a jokingly tone with a smile, putting his flower pajamas on.

Aizetsu giggled when Y/N said that they look cute, he was also putting on his cloud pajamas.

"I guess we do look cute.. Or atleast, that's what they're gonna think.. I mean, if you think about it, our pajamas do look quite similar.." Aizetsu said, looking at Sekido and comparing their clothing. He seemed quite tired.

"Aww, you two do look cute! I think the flower ones are a little cuter though." Y/N smirked at Aizetsu.

"I really don't mind it! In fact, I think the flower ones are quite adorable and it suits you! Why don't you come here.."

Y/N pulled Aizetsu onto her lap. She was quite comfortable when she leaned against the sofa, resting her head on Aizetsu's shoulder. She felt sleepy, and she liked having her head on Aizetsu's shoulder..

Aizetsu put his head on Y/N shoulder, he felt quite comfortable. His eyes were slowly closing, He seemed to be feeling quite sleepy.

"I'll sleep.. Now.. Sekido.. Be good and don't wake me up.. Okay?"

Sekido looked at his brother then looked at his flower pajamas, and then looked at Aizetsu.. He started glancing at Y/N, She looked quite sleepy.

"Fineeeee. Fine, I'll sleep too, but I wanna sleep besides you, Y/N."

He sounded so sleepy and tired.

Y/N blushed and smiled. She felt so comfortable when Aizetsu was on her lap.. She felt sleepy as well.. Her eyes were getting heavy and she was about to fall asleep.

"Mmmm.. Okay, I'll fall asleep too. Sleep well" Aizetsu replied to his brother before closing his eyes.. He had finally relaxed after all these years..

"Goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight, brother." Sekido said before putting his head on the sofa. He was close to Girlfriend, as he was now going to sleep.

Y/N started to nod off a little herself. She rested her head against Aizetsu's chest. She felt quite safe and happy, it seemed as though she could finally fall asleep. All three of them were going to have a good night's rest..

Y/N turned off the TV then turned the lights off. She was half asleep, only seeing the images from the Tv reflecting off of Sekido's eyes. A moment later, she fell asleep.. The only sound left in the room was Sekido's soothing breathing..

Y/N felt her eyes getting quite sleepy. She liked having both Sekido and Aizetsu so close to her, she felt safe and warm. She leaned even closer to Aizetsu, who now looked so peaceful and quite content.

She felt quite tired herself, she could barely keep her eyes open now..

"Goodnight.. Sekido, Goodnight Aizetsu.."

She slowly closed her eyes, falling asleep in a matter of seconds..

Sekido was completely asleep when Aizetsu woke up.. The demon of anger was breathing softly, It looked like he was still tired. His eyes were closed, He looked quite peaceful. For once, his face seemed so calm. But when Aizetsu started breathing heavily and struggling to breathe, Sekido started to wake up.

"A-Aizetsu.. Aizetsu, what.. What's wrong..?" Sekido said frantically, quickly raising his head and looking at his brother, who was feeling quite heavy anxiety and stress.

Y/N woke up a few seconds later. She turned her head towards Aizetsu and Sekido, worried as she saw Aizetsu's anxious face.

“Is everything okay..?” Y/N asked, rubbing Aizetsu’s back. She had her eyes closed and looked like she was half asleep.

Sekido didn't know that Aizetsu was actually having an asthma attack.. He was quite confused when his brother suddenly woke up and started breathing heavily. He quickly got down from his seat, kneeled down by Aizetsu's side, trying to look as calm and reassuring as possible.

"A-Aizetsu, don't worry, don't worry. I'll.. I'll help you, don't panic.. Just calm down, breath in, breath out.." Sekido said with a reassuring tone, putting his hand gently over Aizetsu's shoulders.

Y/N was really worried when Aizetsu suddenly started breathing heavily.. She looked around her room to find something that could help him.

Y/N turned on the light when she saw her inhaler on the bedside table. She picked it up and immediately helped Aizetsu use it. She seemed a little panicked, but still managed to stay mostly calm.

“Inhale.. exhale.. Deep breaths okay, Aizetsu.. Come on, come on..” She rubbed his back. She was still a little sleepy, but she could still react and help properly.

Aizetsu managed to calm himself down, breathing in and breathing out slowly.. He took a few deep breaths, trying to relax and feel better. Eventually.. He regained his breath again, not as heavily as before.. Aizetsu smiled softly, and looked at Sekido and Y/N.

"Sorry, really sorry.. I.. I guess I was stressed a little.. So all of the sudden.. My mind got blank and I forgot to breathe properly.."

He held Y/N hand, she seemed happy when Aizetsu was fine again.. Aizetsu smiled at her. He was also quite happy.

"No need to apologize.. I completely understand.. Your mind and body were both tired, I don't blame you at all.. I'm just glad you're okay now.." Y/N smiled softly at Aizetsu. Her eyes were still a little sleepy, but she looked happy when Aizetsu was no longer having breathing issues.

Y/N leaned her head back on Aizetsu's chest. She was still a little tired, and now that nothing was wrong, she felt relaxed enough to go back to sleep.

Sekido stayed quite close to Aizetsu for a little bit, making sure his brother was alright. Once Aizetsu seemed stable enough, Sekido got up and looked at Y/N. She also seemed tired now.. She was laying on Aizetsu's chest. "Are you okay, Y/N?" Sekido asked, looking at her.

"Let me carry you to bed.. Since you're quite tired now.. It's a bit late anyways." He got closer to Y/N, picking her up in his arms gently.

Aizetsu put his Teddy Bear aside, and placed his hands on Y/N waist, holding her close. But he wasn't stopping Sekido from carrying Y/N. He could see Y/N was quite tired now that the breathing issue was sorted.

"Yeah, Y/N do be tired.. She needs some sleep after all."

Aizetsu rubbed Y/N cheek softly with his finger.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Sekido will carry you to the bed.. You need to have some rest."

Y/N was still pretty sleepy when Sekido put his arm around her waist and picked her up. She put her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt quite comfortable, like a little kid being carried to bed.

"Mmm.. Thank you.. And I'll be fine now." Y/N said with a sleepy voice. The only thing on her mind was sleep now. She was quite tired and had no issue with Sekido carrying her like this.

Sekido carried Y/N to her bedroom and lays her down gently on her bed. "Sleep well, Y/N. Sleep well, brother." He said, looking at Aizetsu for a little bit and giving his brother a faint smile.. He was feeling extremely tired now, after all, it was a long night.

"Sweet dreams and good night, you two. See you tomorrow." Sekido said softly, then he slowly left the room, going to sleep himself. The demon of anger was finally able to rest after this long and stressful night.

Y/N curled up and fell asleep as soon as they got into her bedroom. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep. She seemed almost childlike to see her looking so peaceful.. Aizetsu smiled softly at her, he was quite happy when he saw her like this. He pulled her Teddy Bear again, laying it next to her and then started to lay down next to her.. He closed his eyes, having the intention to go sleep too.

“Goodnight, Y/N..”

Aizetsu whispered and hugged Y/N gently, he didn’t know that he needed his Teddy Bear for sleeping, it seemed quite comfortable.

He put his head on Y/N chest, he felt close enough to go to sleep.. Aizetsu slowly closed his eyes. He was now ready to rest after such a long time..

#demon slayer #aizetsu #sekido #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu x y/n #demon slayer aizetsu #sekido x y/n #sekido x reader #kny sekido #kimestu no yaiba #hantengu clones #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you

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lala3244 · 2 months

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HEARTBREAKS: Beelzebub

~Finally got around to write the last brother for the Heartbreaks series. It’s been difficult to write it so please be gentle haha! I have no inspiration at the moment…~

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You started dating them but others had decided they should date demons of powerful lineage not a mere human.

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Since you arrived in the Devildom, you had a slight crush for Beel. You weren’t really close at first but you saw how he was with his brothers and especially Belphegor. He was huge but was the gentlest of all of them and slowly, his caring and protectiveness fell on you too.

You had accompanied his brothers to a few of his Fangol games. You didn’t know the rules and even after someone explained to you, you didn’t get it but you tried your best to support him. You jumped up and down and clapped when he would score. You noticed he would always look up to your seats and smiled shyly when his eyes fell on you, a slight blush forming at the top of his cheeks. You found him adorable. Sometimes, he would wave timidly and you waved back. It made you happy every time he did. After the end of the game, you would wait for him while his brothers left you on your own and the two of you would walk back to the House of Lamentations, always with snacks in your hands. You enjoyed these moments alone with the tall demon. He seemed so innocent despite being a demon and you felt comfortable around him to show your vulnerability and your fears. Life wasn’t easy in the Devildom, especially for a human but with him by your side you felt safe, with your life, with your soul. The walk with him was always so peaceful, you always dreaded the time when you would have to enter the House and hear the chaos. And every time, without a fail, there was an argument going on. Tonight, it was about whose turn it was to make dinner. It made you mad listening to such a silly fight. “FINE! I’LL COOK!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. They all turned around, speechless. You turned away and headed towards the kitchen. You looked around the pantry and the fridge to see what you would be able to make, well, for eight people. You smiled when you noticed all the ingredients you had found were perfect for Beel’s favourite dish.

You hated cooking but right now you were enjoying it as no one came to bother you but after a few minutes of preparing the meal, you heard footsteps coming in. You sighed and turned to see who had arrived. It was Beel. You smiled brightly at him, kind of relieved it was him, not one of his brothers as you were mad at them still. He looked at you sheepishly. “Do you need help?” You hummed, thinking. “Yes, I do BUT! You can’t eat anything yet.” He chuckled and he approached you. “I’ll try but I am hungry.” You nodded and gave him stuff to do. He started to talk. You were surprised as usually you were the one talking but he had realised you were making his favourite meal and he wanted to thank you by talking. He started to talk about his life in the celestial realm, how he fell because he decided to follow Lucifer and how he lost his sister. You listened carefully, committing each word he said into memory. Tears were falling from your face, you realised they didn’t have it easy and you felt bad for being annoyed at them earlier. Beel had finished talking when he realised you were silently crying.

He gasped and rushed to your side and lifted your face with his big hands. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs and with a worried look, he whispered. “What? What’s wrong?” You sniffled and shook your head. “Nothing, it’s just… I had heard what you just told me but I guess no one really talked to me about how they felt about it. You seemed all so happy being here despite being fallen angels.” Even though you stopped crying, he kept his hands on your cheeks but his eyes showed sorrow and pain. “We had a few centuries to move on” you chuckled at his choice of words. “But the pain is still there. I still have nightmares about it as does Belphegor. I’m not sure about the others as it’s not something they talk freely about but there is still a sadness, guilt, remorse in all of us.” You touched his cheek slightly with your hand and smiled. He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. He looked relieved as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder.

You pulled away when you heard Mammon screaming from afar. “Is dinner ready?” You giggled. “Yes almost!” Beel set the dinner table and you brought the dish. You had a nice dinner, everyone was really pleasant after your outburst. You looked at all of them and saw there was no bitterness about earlier. Satan had gone out and brought some desserts. You went back to your room and got ready for bed. A knock on your door startled so you hurried up putting your pyjamas on. You opened the door and saw the Avatar of Gluttony standing in his pyjamas with snacks in his hands. “Hi Beel! What can I do for you?” He smiled. “I was wondering if we could watch a movie and eat some snacks?” You laughed and nodded while moving away from the door to let him in. He sat on the bed still holding his snacks and you took them off him. You put them on your night table and lied down on your bed. You patted down the mattress next to you so he could also lay down next to you. He gently did and you felt the mattress dip. The dip made you fall on him as your position wasn’t that stable. You started laughing but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Your alarm went off and you sat up, startled. You looked around and saw that Beel was still there. He grabbed you by the waist and brought you back to his chest. “Stay a little longer.” You agreed and stayed there for a few minutes. He had stopped the alarm for you and you relaxed in his arms. For the next few weeks, he would spend most of the evenings with you, sometimes going back to his room, other times falling asleep in your arms. You went to his Fangol practice, even joined the gym with him.

After those few weeks, you started to feel people’s stares on your back, demons whispering when you would walk with him or alone. It bothered you but Beel seemed oblivious to all of this so you let it go for now, hopefully it was only you being paranoid after months in the Devildom. You ignored them and carried on with your life. One day, Beel finally decided to ask you out on a date. You got so excited! You started to get ready for the restaurant. It was a new restaurant that the demon wanted to try with you. Apparently, they had some human foods on the menu. He knocked on the door and you opened it. He smiled at you. “You look gorgeous”. You smiled back shyly. “Thanks, you too”. He chuckled and showed you his arm. You took it happily and you both left the House of Lamentations for the restaurant.

Dinner went smoothly. You talked about your life, your likes and dislikes, your past relationships, your family. He listened to you carefully, a glint in his eyes especially when you talked about your family and how close you are to them. He talked too of course, but he had seemed to privilege listening to you. It felt nice talking about anything other than RAD and the Devildom. A bit of normality. After the desserts, plural as Beel wanted to try all of them, you left the restaurant. Beelzebub wanted to show you his favourite place. There was a few people around but it was still quiet. You stood there looking at the sky, sensing Beel’s eyes on you. You turned your head and smiled sweetly at him. “It’s beautiful, thank you for showing it to me.” He looked at your face up and down. “Not the only thing that is beautiful here.” He leaned in his face close to yours and your breath hitched. He stopped and stared into your eyes to ask permission. You answered by closing the gap and connect your lips with his. It was sweet and gentle but you could feel your heart beating wildly at the kiss. You pulled away and smiled at him. “Let’s go home.” He interlaced his fingers with yours and lead you back home.

The next day at RAD, the usual whispers and stares had intensified tenfold. There weren’t whispers anymore, you could hear them clearly now. “I can’t believe he kissed that human.” “The coach won’t be happy, they can’t afford controversies at the moment.” You could feel your heart pounding in your head, hands shaking. Were you not allowed to date the Avatar of Gluttony ? It sent you into a spiral, the words you heard, ringing in your head non stop. All day you heard the demons talking behind your back and it made you more and more worried. You wanted to talk to Beel but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You felt alone and overwhelmed but you remembered that he had practice that afternoon so you were going to see him, hopefully he would help feel better.

You went to the Fangol practice and watched him. He saw you and waved at you. You smiled, already feeling better. At the end of practice, Beel joined you and gave you a peck on the lips before pulling away. You chased him for more but you saw his coach stomping towards you, anger on his face. Beel saw your face and turned around. “Hey coach!” The coach stopped in front of you, clearly unhappy. “So I see the rumours have heard were true!” Beel quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” The other demon shook his head. “I can’t have my star dating a human. Beel you have to decide. Either date the human OR stay in the team.” Beel was dumbfounded and you looked at them with wide eyes, tears forming. The coach left you two and Beel looked at you, sadness written on his face. Before he said anything, you hugged him. “It’s okay Beel. I understand. Fangol is more important. We only started dating, it will be fine, don’t worry. I won’t hold it against you. You don’t need to make a choice, I’ll do it for you.” You kissed him on the cheek, tears running down yours and you left.

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THE END

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#obey me beel x mc #obey me beel x reader #obey me swd #obey me #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel fanfic

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sleepingdeath-light · 4 months

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comforting an s/o who just lost their pet hcs ; deadpool

requested by ; anonymous (09/01/23)

fandom(s) ; deadpool (films) / marvel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; deadpool / wade wilson

outline ; “could you possibly do deadpool with a reader who just lost a pet they’ve had for years? i understand if you’d rather not though! /gen”

warning(s) ; loss of a beloved pet

to get the obvious point out of the way first; comfort and being a comforting presence isn’t really wade’s strong suit

like, yes, he generally knows what to do (physical affection, words of comfort, grabbing your favourite take out and snacks, and a movie you love to watch) and will try to go through the motions — but the moment he arrives on your doorstep and is confronted with how distraught you are, he kind of just panics

food momentarily forgotten, he’ll gather you up in his arms and just sit there with you in the threshold to your home, muttering reassurances and comforts and trying to crack some jokes to make you laugh (soothed by the choked half-sigh of amusement that he gets after one particularly cheesy comment) until you’re okay to stand and he can take everything inside

it’s then that, whilst untying the stupidly stubborn knots on the bags and messily portioning out the food, that the loss actually hits him too — he’d been so focused on looking after you since he got your call that he didn’t get to process what had happened

he’d known your pet too — not as well as you, no, but they’d always been there as your relationship blossomed into the beautifully chaotic mess that it had become today — and without their presence your home (well, both of your home — he spends more than enough time there to call it as much, he thinks) feels much heavier and much emptier

he sees scattered remnants of their presence as he brings you your food and you put the movie on — whether that’s their favourite toy, the spot that was definitively theirs, or their enclosure that’s still sitting, unoccupied, where it’s always been — and it takes more effort than usual to keep up his usual energetic persona

but, somehow, he manages

for your sake and his

he prods you in the places you’re ticklish just to make you squirm and glare at him

he whispers the dumbest things he can in your ear just to make you laugh or chortle or snort — insults at the main characters, sexual jabs at the villains, animated whisper-shouts of frustration when someone does something stupid, and so on

he smothers you with affection and compliments until you’re giggling having to clamp your hands over his mouth, begging him to ‘shush’ so that you can actually focus on the film

then, once the film is over, the two of you are left to lay there in that uncomfortable silence until those inevitable few words are shared and the dam breaks once again

‘i miss them’

‘i miss them too’

and this time wade will let you cry and sob and scream your sorrows until you fall asleep, throat raw and eyes aching and cheeks wet as his ratty old hoodie gets soaked with salt and snot, and then he’ll carry you to bed

he’s not too good at the whole comfort thing, but he does his best for you because that’s what you do for the people you love

and tomorrow he’ll go and get something special for you — after all, in a school that big there’s sure to be a mutant or two that’s artsy and willing to create a sculture or portrait or something for a grieving pet-parent

maybe silver balls even knows who he can talk to about it… he’d call him in the morning

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #comfort hcs #fluff hcs #marvel x reader #marvel fluff #deadpool x reader #deadpool fluff

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simp-ly-writes · 7 months

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Meet the Doctor pt.4

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: The reader faces some unluckiness one day and one event leads to another turn of events.

Warnings: slight self-directed aggression, drinking, a bit of angst...

A/N: you know, I was really not thinking of making a third part and even plans for a fourth. But the universe decided differently and its a long one... please don't get mad at me for this one *hides behind hands.*

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

It had been a few days since you were last in town, having been to busy with the farm. Leaves crunching beneath your feet as you tilled the land for a new batch of pumpkins and hay. The sun was high in the sky as you stretched your back while fixing your hat and removing the sweat off your forehead with the small towel you carried in your back pocket. Thankfully enough, the fall breeze was a good equalizer to the sun's rays; you would not look forward to the summer season coming back.

A few hours went as the sun ran across the sky into mid-afternoon, you had run out of pumpkin seeds. Cursing to the scarecrows, you ran back inside the farmhouse and flipped through our notebook for your earlier calculations.

Smacking your head on the desk and producing a large sigh, you realized you used last year's spreadsheet, not accounting for the new quality sprinklers you had recently crafted. So throwing on your work-boots and a sweater you set off to Pierre's on your horse.

But it seemed like the world really had it out for you and your sleep-deprived brain from a few too many nights spent between the mines and fishing with Willy. It was a Wednesday, a Wednesday.

Screw you Pierre. You mentally cursed the shopkeeper, yet would never have the heart to turn to Joja Mart, even in a time of need like this. Jumping back on your horse you trotted over to the saloon to serve an early night, hitching your ride to the nearby post equipped with a water trough. You fed your companion a few snacks from the saddle and with that, entered the saloon.

Inside the saloon, you could find Gus cleaning some glasses as he chatted with Major Lewis at the bar who appeared to be drinking a dark liquid in a short glass. They both waved you over with a smile as you popped down on a cushioned barstool, requesting your favourite as was clockwork.

Once receiving your drink, you downed the liquid with concerning speed. Gus and Lewis looked to one another and then back at you, eyes wide as the saucers found in Evelyn's china cabinet. And that is when you start your rant about the last couple of days that have seen to go downhill since your doctor's appointment; while sending pointed look towards Lewis.

They both nod along and with Lewis's age you begin to worry about the muscles in his neck cramping, but maybe those health concerns were just the alcohol working its way through your system to come to this more relaxed state, or maybe, just maybe your subconscious was making an alternative connection...

By the end of your rant, and a cut-off from Gus since you still had to ride your way back home. The bar steadily filled as the night dragged on. The radio played some popular city-tunes that you remember driving to in the past. As the young adults could be heard the next room over, arcade machines wizzing and chiming as the clinking of a pool game was all echoing down the hall.

In this moment of low, you couldn't help but wonder how your life had come to be like this; you missed your Grandfather's leading presence. But in your sorrow sunken state, you felt an arm being wrapped around the back of your chair and a body filled the empty stool beside you, distracting you from your spiral of thoughts.

If you remembered correctly, his name was Elliot; with lush golden locks covered the top of his head and reached down a bit past his shoulders. A large smile was plastered across his face, his cheeks obviously rosy from the wine he carried in the glass sat atop the counter. He asked if you remembered him from a couple of weeks ago, and you nodded in replay while giving him a light smile.

Swiftly dropping his arm from around the back of your chair, he moved to grasp his wine glass once you became engaged in conversation. His eyes creasing happily over hearing your laughter echo throughout the room from his flirtatious jokes. Yet you couldn't help but compare his facial features to that of a certain glasses-covered doctor. Your mind and eyes drifting towards a window facing the local clinic...

You eventually ended up chuckling to yourself at the thought of the blonde trying to grow a moustache, but Elliot took no mind to this as he continued rambling about this new novel he was trying to write and a song he had composed from touring your grandfather's farm a few years ago.

By the end of the night, Elliot offers to walk you home. Before exiting the building he places his red coat around your frame. The temperature had severely dropped from the lack of sun and you gave him another small smile from this kind action.

With your horse in tow, the two of you embarked back to your farmhouse. A steady conversation of your favorite literary genres, to authors and eventually questions about all the past lives you both have in alternative universes as your brain cleared slightly from the intoxication.

You eventually don't even realize that you are standing at your door, key in hand, and then are turning the doorknob. Your horse already totting itself back to the stables for the night. Taking a moment you look back at the man standing below the steps of your house, ensuring that you make it inside safe and warm for the night.

The porch light reflected brightly off of the red coat you were still wearing. As you quickly made an effort to shove it off your frame, already feeling the wind pick at all the seams of your clothes. Though as you begin to come down the stairs, Elliot tells you to keep it for now as an excuse to see you in the future. And with that, he takes off, down towards the sea as you enter the fire-lit living-space and collapse on the couch in the early morning hours.

To be continued...

╰┈➤ A/N: please don't come after me! it gets better later I swear!

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dumbificat · 6 months

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greetings! i heard that you are looking for genshin fluff requests, so i am here to deliver: perhaps headcanons on how genshin characters relax on a day off? like staying in or just being able to do stuff they usually wouldn't? if you'd like some characters: kaeya, ayato, thoma, childe, neuvillette, kaveh (feel free to take this as more of a prompt than request!)

hello anon ! thanks so much for your prompt/request :)) i hope this is okay <3 side note, why are half of the names blue T_T /lh

genshin men relaxing on a day off - kaeya, thoma, ayato, childe, neuvillette, kaveh

spoilers for 4.2 archon quest and kaveh hangout.

Kaeya is often kept quite busy with paperwork, and with helping lessen the burden of the acting grandmaster. days off for him aren’t common, so he finds himself catching up with acquaintances, often times over a drink at angel’s share or a meal at good hunter. of course, he drinks a lot of wine during this time, so the other knights know that if the calvary captain has a day off, he’ll be late to work the next day.

Thoma is usually occupied with housework or with helping others around the city. when he’s given some time off, he likes to have hotpot at komore teahouse, catch up with friends and give snacks and treats to the little animals he sees while out and about. when the months start to get colder, he willingly knits tiny sweaters and scarfs for his animal friends, even making a sweater for taroumaru.

Ayato is a very busy man. being the head of the kamisato clan means near constant work, so it’s extremely rare that he gets a break. if he does get a day off, you can thank Ayaka for that, she sees how hard he brother works and so takes over his responsibilities for some time while he rests. he spends this time visiting his favourite boba stand, and sampling some food served on the streets of inazuma city.

Childe may not be an office worker, but he spends his work time training or scheming for the fatui. when he has time off, he loves to fish, specifically ice fishing. of course, when his main mission is complete, he keeps his promise and returns to his family in snezhnaya. with gifts in tow, he spends precious time with his loved ones and enjoys his time away from work.

Neuvillette is a man devout to work. being the iudex, leader of the marechaussee phantom and the hydro sovereign means he practically never has time to spare for breaks. if he ever has a short time to spare, he enjoys water tasting and visiting the melusines. when he does, he often brings them small treats from a local bakery, though this is quite rare because of his work. the melusines very much look forward to seeing their father whenever he is free.

Kaveh regularly has both new and returning clients, and so has many priority commissions to work on. this leaves him working late at night, much to the dismay of alhaitham. whenever he’s finished with the most pressing commissions, he takes some well-earned time off. with this time, he usually drinks his sorrows away at lambad’s tavern, opting to drown in wine rather than his debts. at times, though, he instead wants to spend his free time surrounded by love from his friends. he seldom plans it, instead hinting that he wants to get together but saying he has a day off soon. while he might not get drunk, he knows in his heart that dinner with friends is the best way to spend his time away from the stress of work.

thank you so much for reading. comments and reblogs (with tags) are much appreciated ∩^ω^∩

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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A cupcake for his cupcake 🧁

Happy birthday my beautiful Yan! Hope you have the best day darling, you deserve only the best things 🌻 💕 @crazyyanderefangirlfan

Beel has been planning this for months now, it shouldn't be this hard. Making cupcakes for your birthday sounded simple enough. Boy was he wrong! He thought he could get away with one trial run, but it had been such a disaster that he decided he'd need heaps more.

The cupcakes always turned out perfect, fluffy, moist, and with the perfect amount of frosting. It was him that was the problem, he always ends up demolishing them as soon as they were finished. He'd even tried making more so that he could eat some and then have some left for you. But the ones he made just for him ended up having the opposite affect, they were like a gate-way drug. He couldn't get enough of those little cake shaped bits of heaven.

Every dream he's had this month has involved cupcakes. The better ones also featured you; you as a cupcake, you eating cupcakes, you naked with cupcakes, you feeding him cupcakes. Honestly, if he were anyone else he would be sick to death of them. The closer it got to your birthday the more you featured in his cupcake fuelled dreams.

This is the day, FINALLY, your birthday. It needs to be perfect. He wants to see the look of pure pleasure on your beautiful face as you bite into the vanilla flavoured dessert. A foodgasim caused by food that he prepared. That's all he wants. That and any left over cupcakes you don't want, he'll definitely want those too.

So far everything is going off without a hitch. He's made enough cupcakes to fill in the heart shape he's creating. Not a single cupcake has been popped into his mouth, he made sure to fill up on food and snacks before he started. Now to do the frosting; he's chosen your favourite colours; blue, green and purple. They remind him of a cute mermaid he saw once while he was helping Levi clean barnacles off of Lotan. She wasn't nearly as cute as you though, his lovely, funny, gorgeous and charming sweetheart. No one could ever compare.

Almost finished, just one last part to finish.... Oops! He's squeezed the pipping bag to hard and it's exploded all over him. Some lands just above his lip and on reflex his tongue darts out to lick it into his mouth. As soon as his taste buds register the sweet taste his nostrils flare and his eyes go wide. More, need more he thinks to himself before ripping the piping bag open and bringing it to his mouth. Devouring every little bit he can.

Your POV:

You've been looking for the big guy all morning, kind of bummed that you didn't get to wake up in his strong arms. Maybe get some sweet good morning kisses, instead you rolled over to find a cute pink heart shaped post-it note, no doubt stolen from Asmo, that said "Happy Birthday Beautiful, I'll come find you shortly. Love you cupcake."

You pull out the note again as you think of it, swiping your thumb over the written out pet name he uses for you. It brings a sweet little smile to your lips, thinking about him trying to be as quiet as possible writing it out and placing it beside you as you slept. Ugh! Where is he? You NEED to kiss him.

Rounding the corner in the hallway you walk past the open door to the kitchen. You freeze in your tracks, glancing sideways you see your boyfriend stuffing his face with some sort of cake and a torn piping bag stuck to his shirt.

"Beel?" You say question softly. A hand coming up to stifle your giggles when you see him abruptly stop and turn towards you.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I ruined your surprise." His words come out a bit muffled because of the cake he's still eating but you hear the sorrow in his voice and the sadness in his eyes has you walking across the room towards him.

"It's ok!" You reassure him immediately. You pull the pipping bag off his shirt and let it fall to the ground. "What was the surprise? Because finding you in the kitchen like this is quite a surprise." You laugh while pressing your hand to the side of his face, trying to brighten his mood.

"Don't laugh.. I was making you some cupcakes for your birthday... And I, I got carried away when I accidentally tasted the frosting. I'm so sorry." Wrapping his arm around your waist he pulls you close so youry flush up against his solid chest. His big pink and violet eyes still so full of guilt, looking into yours.

"Aww pumpkin, don't look so sad. It's really the thought that counts to me." You caress his jaw before using your fingers to wipe some frosting off his top lip and bring it to your lips to taste.

Coming back from your little experience you open your eyes to find Beel smiling brightly down at you. He moves his big hands up your body to cup your face.

"You like it?" He's almost vibrating with happiness as he asks. You nodd enthusiastically up at him matching his bright smile with your own.

Leaning down he kisses you, taking your breath away with the sweetness of the frosting still lingering on his lips. You thread your fingers through his hair and tug, making him open wider letting you slide your tongue into his mouth. Swallowing all of his delicious groans.

His hands leave your face in favour of roaming your body, grabbing your ass with one hand and slipping under your shirt to rest a hand on your stomach with the other.

You squeal when he grabs your ass roughly, and he takes that opportunity to claim your jaw and neck for his own. Kissing sweetly down your jaw, then sucking and nipping at your neck. Your breathy moans turn to needy whines when the hand that was on your stomach slips under your bra and rolls your hardened nipple between his fingers.

"Beeeeeeeel." You whine between pants.

"Yeah, Cupcake? You need something?" He asks between kisses, his voice is low and laced with desire.

"You, please... I neeeeed you." You whine again and he answers with a growl. You're pressed so close to him you can feel it vibrating through his chest.

He picks you up with out warning and throws you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal his name when he smacks you on the ass while he walks to the door.

"Calm down cupcake. We're going back to your room so I can show you what else I've got planned for your birthday."

Botched cupcake making completely forgotten, he's got other plans for you now, much funer plans that involve two people. And then later he can give your the charm necklace he had made for you.

A delicate gold chain with a cupcake pendant that is bewitched to change colour to match your different outfits. He has had it engraved on the back: "Yours for all eternity - Beel"

I rather enjoying being your ☠️ anon! I'm sorry its over but I'm glad I got to spoil you a little for your birthday 😘💕🎉

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quartermera · 1 year

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A Night Out

Ship: Sabo x Reader (Race neutral, she/her pronouns) Genre: angst and fluff, Modern!AU (can be interpreted as freshly out of college) Warnings: alcohol use Word Count: 2k Other: mention of a semi-recent breakup A/N: Sooo, I wrote this many eons ago, back when my current partner and I had just met and I was scared that he would just be a rebound (spoiler, he wasn't). It was originally supposed to be longer, but I reworked it into this final form. Because of this, it is very self indulgent and I leaned into many things I crave and love. But despite that, I think other ppl could enjoy this piece ^^ Enjoy <3

You couldn’t tell how long you had been sitting at the bar but it sure was a while. You had downed drink after drink, slowly, all while snacking on various packs of chips you had ordered throughout the evening. The alcohol was barely affecting you. The heat in your cheeks could also be explained by the temperature in the cafe after all.

Unlike what your friend was thinking, you were actually enjoying yourself though. Yes, you were alone except for when they joined you, and yes, you had barely danced throughout the evening, but you didn’t need anything more. Sipping on cocktails while pertaining to your favourite activity -people watching- was all you felt like doing and you enjoyed it greatly.

The reason you were there in the first place however was because, according to your friend, you needed to change your mind. And you agreed to that. You hadn’t omitted any objection when they had suggested going to one of your favourite local pubs, famous for its large choice of beers, great taste in music and dance evenings.

The music in the cafe was so loud it felt like your own heartbeat. Communication was unintelligible unless shouted. The small dance floor was packed to the brim. The ground was lightly sticky in some areas. Meanwhile, the bar stools were mostly empty, groups of friends preferring the few tables or couches of the small establishment. A yellow glow filled the entire place from construction site spots hanging close to the ceiling.

The bar was famous for its cheap, broke student atmosphere, but that participated to its charm. And despite its looks and feels, it was probably the best pub in town.

A smile grazed your features as memories related to this place flooded your mind. The time you danced with both friends and perfect strangers on the bar. All the times you and a friend had to keep each other from falling as you walked back home. The couple evenings where you had worked there to save some money. Luckily, there was at least one person you had not linked to this place. Looking back, it was a good decision to never have invited your ex to spend evenings with your friends in this pub. Other way, you’d probably see their face everywhere now. But thank God, that was not the case and you could still get drunk in this bar without risking a panic attack at the idea that your ex might walk in at any moment.

Thus, you were enjoying a good evening, sipping on cocktails, people watching and forgetting about your sorrow. Your position was perfect, allowing you to look both at the dance floor and the entrance. Whoever walked in always wore the same expression; one that read as “home” and “friends.”

The spot you were sitting at proved to be handy when familiar blonde locks stumbled into the pub. A smile immediately stretched out your lips. A long time friend of yours had just passed the door and his name was Sabo.

Sabo had always been somewhat of a best friend for you, except you had never called him that, unsure of whether or not he saw you like that too. You had known each other for a very long time, probably half of your life at this point. Throughout the years, you had grown closer or further apart. You sometimes texted whole days without stopping and other time you’d only have one conversation over the span of three months. But it had all happened so naturally that you never took it badly. You knew you both had lives and made time for each other when necessary and when possible.

Behind Sabo, you spotted two other people, who you had known for just as long as the blond: Ace and Koala. Despite getting along really well with both of them, you weren’t sure if you could call them friends. They were more acquaintances. But, no hard feelings. You just had the habit of hanging out with different people which didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy an evening together.

Quickly enough, Koala spotted you and waved in your direction, catching Sabo’s attention in the process. The man turned towards you and beamed. After exchanging a few words with his friends, the blond walked over to you while the two other went couch hunting.

“Long time no see, Y/N!” he greeted with a smile.

Offering one back, you confirmed his statement.

“How have you been?” Sabo asked, sitting down on the stool next to yours.

“Been getting over my ex,” you answered with chuckle.

A grimace crossed the man’s features.

“Sorry to hear that,” he declared honestly.

“What about you?” you questioned as to not break the mood.

Sabo immediately beamed again.

“Got a job! I’m here to celebrate with Ace and Koala!”

Your mouth fell open before you congratulated him.

After thanking you, Sabo looked around and wondered: “Are you alone?”

Shaking your head, you explained that your friend was here too but that they were busy dancing.

“Do you wanna join us in that case? We’re not going to dance right away.”

After a second, you gladly accepted and offered: “I’m paying the first round of drinks.”

Sabo let out a laugh.

“No one is gonna complain about that, trust me!”

He then called out to his friends who had found a free couch in the mean time, asking them what they would like to drink. He clearly stated you were paying the first tour which owed you some cheers. A stranger asked if you would pay for them too in an attempt to be funny but Sabo and Ace both quickly jumped to tell them no, making you laugh. After ordering all four drinks, you joined Sabo’s friends with him and plopped down in the couch between him and Ace.

“You already made my night, Y/N,” joked the brunet.

“Why? Because I paid you a drink?” you asked, incredulous.

“Of course!” Ace replied, “You underestimate what this represents!”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh at his antics.

“Hey, not to steal Y/N’s spotlight, but we’re here to celebrate me getting a job!” reminded Sabo.

“Well you are stealing her spotlight!” declared Koala in mock anger.

Huffing, the blond turned towards you, presenting you his drink.

“Y/N, may I please borrow your spotlight?”

Letting out a laugh, you held your chin between your thumb and index finger, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

It is only after Sabo let out a cute “Please?” that you agreed to his request.

The four of you clinked your glasses to him getting a job, strangers joining your cheers.

After a few minutes your friend walked up to you. Ace and Koala quickly moved to the side just enough to let them sit between you and the brunet.

“I thought you had left for a second,” they admitted. Lowering their voice and pulling you closer they continued: “Do you mind if I go? I’ve been dancing with this redhead for like two hours so we’re gonna go to my place soon I think.”

Letting out a giggle you explained: “Just go, I’m a grown up. I can go home by myself you know?”

A grimace crossed your friend’s features and they shook their head. “You shouldn’t go alone, it can be dangerous.”

“Says the one who’s gonna take a stranger back home,” you deadpanned.

Rolling their eyes, your friend dismissed what you had just said and instead called Sabo’s name. “Can I trust you to look after my dearest Y/N and walk her home?”

Offering a lopsided grin, the blond gave your friend his word. That was enough to reassure them since they wished you goodnight and left right after, probably not hearing you over the music when you shouted out at them: “Text me to tell me you’re safe!”

A chuckle traveled to your ears. You turned towards Sabo again.

“They really care about you, don’t they?”

You almost rolled your eyes at your friend’s antics but still nodded.

“I’ll drink to that! To looking after your loved ones,” declared Sabo as you clinked your drinks, sharing a knowing glance.

An hour or two passed where you downed drinks faster than during the first half of the evening. You could safely say you hadn’t laughed so much in a really long time... and it felt great. Your smile never left your features and the same could be said about Ace, Koala and Sabo.

It felt like it was just yesterday since you last talked with him whilst it had been so much longer. You loved how seemingly perfect everything felt when you were with him. It was always just right.

As an old 1960s song started playing, the blond grinned at you.

“Let’s go dance!” he declared excitedly.

You opened your eyes wide.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” you asked.

Chuckling, Sabo said with confidence: “Absolutely.”

Without waiting your answer, he stood up and extended his hand towards you.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you took his hand and followed him on the dance floor.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck while Sabo placed his hands on your hips. His hair was brushing against your fingers and you had to resist the urge to mess it up.

Now that you were pretty much alone, lost in a small crowd of strangers and regulars, you had nowhere to run or to distract yourself with. It was only you and a dashing blond man.

As you started swaying from side to side, you noticed Sabo was thinking. You could almost see the cog wheels behind his eyes.

You then noticed him biting his lower lip. He was hesitating.

“What is it?” you asked.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N,” declared Sabo.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you looked elsewhere. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks at his compliment. Though it could also be the alcohol or the packed pub... right?

“It’s true!” insisted the blond, making you turn towards him again. “You’ve been beautiful ever since we met!”

Feeling bold, you responded: “So are you!” Sabo offered you a lopsided grin as you continued: “I thought you were drop dead gorgeous when I first saw you!”

You both chuckled. Even in your inebriated state, you noticed Sabo’s tender gaze on you.

As the song ended, he suggested to go get some fresh air, to which you agreed.

Once outside, the cold air of the night hit you both like a train. In a reflex, you wrapped your arms around yourself. But that was without counting on Sabo, who gladly held you close to him.

Yellow lights were reflecting in the water puddles on the road. Everything was quiet, only the faint sounds from inside the pub breaking the silence. You sighed of contempt between Sabo’s arms.

“If I may ask,” whispered the blond in an attempt to not break the mood, “how long has it been since you broke up?”

You sighed again before answering.

Feeling Sabo nodding, you closed your eyes. A tender peck was placed on the top of your head, making you smile.

“How are you doing?” he asked gently, lips still brushing against your scalp.

“Better. It felt like hell at first, but now I go out with friends and I laugh and I have fun,” you explained. “It’s nice to take better care of myself again.”

You felt Sabo smile against your hair before leaving another peck.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

A quiet moment passed without either of you saying anything else.

"You know... I don't feel like it's right for me to flirt with you right now," he suddenly declared.

"What do you mean?" you breathed out jokingly.

"I mean that you're drunk... and I'm drunk... and I don't want to be a rebound for you, although if I had to be a rebound for anyone, I would absolutely pick you," Sabo paused to think. "So I will wait a bit longer to flirt with you... even if I desperately want to do it right now."

"You already are," you pointed out, still smiling.

"What can I say? I can't help myself."

Pulling away slightly, you playfully asked: "When are you free?"

"Whenever you are, my darling."

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kireijae · 1 year

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n.jm 23:25

summary: in which you're literally me and this is how i feel but i write a fanfic so jaemin can fix it:)

genre: angst, fluff, f2l, happy ending

a/n: hello surprise!!!! i JUST wrote this in like 30 minutes so please be kind! it was very healing i think mkay bye let me know if you enjoyed it!

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jaemin was taken out of his scheduled (midnight) daydreaming by the chime of his phone. normally he wouldn't bother to answer, or even check the notification, but he glanced over.

he saw your name and unlocked his phone immediately.

jaemin enjoyed the fact that he knew you so well. he knew how you texted and what it meant. he knew your favourite restaurants and your favourite orders at each of them. he knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew you the way you knew him.

and so, he knew you'd been taking strain with your flatmate getting a boyfriend. it was a strange, new feeling to you. you were so happy for her. jimin deserved the world and had finally, finally found someone willing to give it to her. but, when would it be your turn? you'd longed for love for so long. you'd worked on yourself and felt truly ready for a partner to share your life with.

jaemin was not, in fact, out the door. not yet, anyway. he tugged on his shoes and a hoodie first– and grabbed one for you. he didn't like you driving when you were sad. you listened to sad songs and cried while driving, not the best for the whole being-able-to-see part of driving.

your apartment was only 10 minutes from jaemin's and those 10 minutes were spent on the phone with you.

"should i gather snacks?"

"yes. duh? of course, it's us," he answered, eyes locked on the road.

"oh my– we have ben and jerry's!" you squealed, and he could hear your little happy jumps.

jaemin smiled, "what flavour?"

"cookie dough!"

"fuck yes," he cheered.

"oh yeah, do you guys ha–"

"do you need coffee–"

said at the same time.

"that's what i was going to ask for," jaemin said, elated at your likemindedness.

"i know you," you beamed, and he could hear a smug tone in your voice.

you'd long ago accepted your connection with jaemin as fact. something not to be questioned or even surprised at anymore. your friendship ran deep, it was to be expected really.

but, selfishly, jaemin wanted more. he wanted to give you everything you wanted. he wanted to hold you in sorrow and in pleasure. he wanted to tease you like he does now, but be able to make up for it with a kiss and an 'i love you' that means something different than it does now. but he never said anything. he didn't want you to lose your closest companion.he didn't want to be that guy. you would never see him the same, he would never again be the person you needed.

"i'm outside."

"okay, on my way down."

you came out of the building soon enough, an overnight bag over your shoulder. and a shirt nowhere near adequate enough for the cold outside. jaemin scoffed and grabbed the spare hoodie. he jogged over to meet you at the door, taking your bag and plopping the hoodie over your form simply. he left the sleeves at your sides, leaving you in the fabric with your arms at your sides.

you pulled a face at his quick work, but shoved your arms into the sleeves anyway.

"i know you," he quoted cheekily and walked over to his car.

you childishly blew a raspberry at him, standing like a child in oversized hand-me-down clothes.

you got in the passenger seat and he drove you back to his place. you were crying by the end of the trip, taylor swift once again being the artist you chose to play in the car drive over.

you were laughing now though, with tear stained cheeks standing in the entryway to jaemin's apartment.

"this is ridiculous," you announced through your giggles.

"what is?" he asked, leading you to his room and putting your bag down on a chair.

"me. this situation," you said, "i just made myself cry to songs i can't even relate to. i'm a mess."

"a wonderful mess," jaemin corrects quickly.

"but a mess nonetheless," you countered.

"you need to stop listening to taylor swift," he said, "you're rhyming."

"you're right," you chuckle, settling onto the bed where jaemin had just situated himself. "i'm just so lonely."

jaemin could feel your need to talk, so he waited.

"do you think i deserve love?" you asked, eyes shining still.

he was baffled, "of course you do."

"i mean– do you think i might just be one of those people who never find a partner but are still happy and content with life alone?" you asked, "because i'm waiting for either of those scenarios but neither has happened and i'm starting to think neither will."

"i think the right person is out there," he said, he would tell you to wait, be patient, but he knows it won't help. especially when he knew he could end your wondering and pain right then, if you felt the same.

"i hope so," you wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

"you'll find your soulmate," he added, putting his arm around you, "you still believe in those, right?" he recalled a conversation over the phone about how your belief in the theory was dwindling.

"i do," you said, leaning into his chest, "i decided i have to or i'll go crazy. but, i'll stop believing if you don't find your soulmate."

he frowned and shook his head lightly in surprise. "what? why?"

"you're too great to not have someone out there waiting for you," you said simply, eyes wondering around the room you've been in hundreds of times.

jaemin felt his soul ache a bit more at that. the fact that you had no clue how close you were to someone who would give you anything you asked for at the drop of a hat. "i think someone's out there dying to love you the way you need."

you huffed, "and i'm dying to find them."

the boy's heart started beating faster than ever. he had the courage– or the momentary lapse in judgement– to do it.

"y/n," his voice didn't waver the way he thought it would.

"hmm?" you craned your neck to look up at him for the first time that night.

"i've been dying to do something for a while now," he confessed.

"what is it?" your face flickered with what in hindsight can be recognised as hope.

"can i kiss you?"

tears fell again, "please."

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 1 year

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Happy birthday lovely 🎈🎊

Here is the little fic I wrote for your birthday ☺️ hope you like it and I REALLY hope you have the best day! 💕💕

Your POV:

"Beel?" You question softly. A hand coming up to stifle your giggles when you see him abruptly stop and turn towards you.

"Aww pumpkin, don't look so sad. It's really the thought that counts to me." You caress his jaw before using your fingers to wipe some frosting off his top lip and bring it to your lips to taste.

"Ohh ... Mmmmmmhhhn." You can't help but moan a little at the taste, closing your eyes as you do, getting a little lost in the flavour. It's perfectly sweet with hints of vanilla, melting instantly on to your tongue. Coming back from your little experience you open your eyes to find Beel smiling brightly down at you. He moves his big hands up your body to cup your face.

"You like it?" He's almost vibrating with happiness as he asks. You nodd enthusiastically up at him matching his bright smile with your own.

His hands leave your face in favour of roaming your body, grabbing your ass with one hand and slipping under your shirt to rest a hand on your stomach with the other.

"Beeeeeeeel." You whine between pants.

"Yeah, Cupcake? You need something?" He asks between kisses, his voice is low and laced with desire.

"You, please... I neeeeed you." You whine again and he answers with a growl. You're pressed so close to him you can feel it vibrating through his chest.

He picks you up with out warning and throws you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal his name when he smacks you on the ass while he walks to the door.

"Calm down cupcake. We're going back to your room so I can show you what else I've got planned for your birthday."

Botched cupcake making completely forgotten, he's got other plans for you now, much funer plans that involve two people.

And then later he can give your the charm necklace he had made for you. A delicate gold chain with a cupcake pendant that is bewitched to change colour to match your different outfits. He has had it engraved on the back: "Yours for all eternity - Beel"

-☠️