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wewouldbesavage · 5 months

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i'll be here, don't forget it | jwy

Synopsis: Somehow, Wooyoung always knew when you needed him. Even when you wouldn't say it out loud.

Word Count: 1280

Tags: fluff, established platonic or romantic relationship (up to you!), emotional hurt/comfort

Author's Note: first fic here i am very nervous but i hope you like it <3 very self-indulgent, i wrote it bc currently i am very stressed with college and need a wooyoung of my own lol

It was nearing midnight, and you were still sitting at your desk, hunched over your textbook and pages and pages of notes. Your desk had definitely seen better days, as currently it was stained with coffee cup rings and pens and highlighters were scattered about. You knew cramming the night before a test was bad, and you were usually pretty good about studying weeks before the day of a test; but you had an upcoming test in your philosophy class that you had completely forgotten about, and you were cursing yourself for not being more responsible.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you silently read the same sentence in your textbook over and over again, trying and failing to understand what was being said. In defeat, you closed your textbook, slamming your head down on the desk, feeling the tears pool in the corner of your eyes.

Suddenly, in the midst of your crying session, you heard three soft knocks on the door. You knew it would be no other than Wooyoung, your best friend and roommate. You sat up in your chair and hastily wiped away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks. It's not that Wooyoung had never seen you cry; he had seen you in far worse shape, like the one time you drank too much at a party and spent a good few minutes puking up breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Or the one time you had your heart broken by your crush and you were a weeping mess for a week straight. Wooyoung was always there for you, and depending on what you needed in those moments, he always delivered --whether it be a stupid joke or a lengthy cuddle session, Wooyoung always knew what to do.

"Come in," you said softly, trying to hide the tremors in your voice. Wooyoung opened the door slowly, peeking his head in first. When he took in the sight of your desk, his expression melted into one of concern.

"You're still up?" He asked, inviting himself in. You nodded sluggishly in response.

"I'm studying." You replied, before chuckling dryly to yourself. "Well. I was studying."

Wooyoung threw himself on your bed, yawning obnoxiously loud like he always did. "I can't imagine studying at this hour would be very effective." He said.

For some reason, you felt like crying again. You kept your head down, not being able to meet Wooyoung's eyes, knowing full well that the dam would break if you did. Wooyoung, ever so observant, noticed this behavior and immediately commented on it.

"Hey. What's up." He spoke. He didn't even have to ask if you were alright because he already knew.

You shook your head, the tears gradually getting harder to fight. You felt so pathetic in this moment, crying over a test, but to be fair your entire week hadn't gone that great. It was exam season, and you had spent so much time working without giving yourself a single break. On top of that, you worked retail, and dealing with rude customers on the daily only pushed you further toward your breaking point. Now, you were studying for a test that you're sure you were going to fail. Your grade in your philosophy class wasn't fantastic to begin with, and if you didn't pass the exam it would most definitely put you at a failing grade.

Everything was building up within you, ready to explode – and that's what happened next.

You started openly sobbing, your tears cascading rapidly down your cheeks. Wooyoung was by your side instantly, wrapping his arms around you. When you felt his arms encompass you, you closed your eyes and just focused on him. You were grateful for Wooyoung, because when it felt like you were floating, he would be there to ground you.

His oversized sweatshirt smelled of laundry detergent; fresh and clean. He was warm, so warm, and his hold on you was tight and reassuring. He rubbed your shoulder in a supportive manner, subtly reminding you that he wasn't going anywhere.

"It's okay. It's okay." He repeated, and you just kept crying and crying until your whole body was shaking and you were beginning to heave.

Wooyoung kneeled down in front of you to look at you better, seeing as you were still seated. Both of his hands were on either side of your face. With your eyes bloodshot red and snot dribbling out of your nose, you were sure you looked hideous, but Wooyoung couldn't care less, even going as far as wiping away the wetness on your face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Look at me. It’s okay. Wooyoungie's here." He said with a silly smile, and almost instantly, you felt a smile appear on your face, too.

"Come with me?" Wooyoung asked softly. You stared at him, confused. He nodded his head in the direction of your bed. "Let's rest, yeah? How does that sound?"

With a final glance at your messy desk, you turned to him and said meekly, "that sounds so fucking good."

Wooyoung grinned, grabbing your head and standing up. Together, the two of you walked the short distance to your bed. Wooyoung climbed in first, and he outstretched his arms, doing grabby hands at you and making you giggle.

You slipped into bed next to him and immediately curled into his side. His arms were around you once more, his chin on top of your head. He rubbed your back gently, and for several minutes, the two of you laid there in complete silence (other than the sounds of your sniffles).

Eventually, Wooyoung was the first to open his mouth. "How are you feeling?"

You smiled into his chest. "So much better. I'm still worried about that test, though. I'm totally fucked." You replied.

Wooyoung made a noise of disapproval. "Even if you don't do well, it's okay; it's not like your life will be ruined. People fail stuff all the time, it happens. If it makes you feel any better, I totally failed my math exam the other day."

You snorted. "That actually does make me feel better."

Wooyoung laughed, and it was adorably loud as always. "Well, good. That's what I wanted."

A few more beats of silence pass. You feel your eyelids getting droopy, and Wooyoung's breathing has slowed considerably. Before either of you succumb to sleep, you say one more thing.

"What the hell would I do without you, Wooyoung?"

Wooyoung chuckled and you could feel the vibrations through his chest. "Please don't get all cheesy on me now." He replied.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm serious though. It's times like this where I'm reminded of just how lucky I am to have you."

"Just the other day you called me an annoying buttface."

"You still are an annoying buttface. But, like, a really awesome one."

Wooyoung's high pitched laughter filled the room.

"Well, I'm your annoying buttface." He replied, to which you pretended to gag.

"I'm the cheesy one? What kind of k-drama are we in right now?"

"Oh, shut up." Wooyoung said jokingly. "I love you. A lot." He said, his voice taking on a more serious and sentimental tone.

You held onto him tighter. "Love you too, stupid. Thanks again."

You felt his lips ever so gently caress the top of your head. It was a fleeting kiss, happening so quickly it was almost as if it never happened at all. But you felt it.

"Anything for you." Was the last thing you heard Wooyoung say before you fell asleep peacefully in his embrace.

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e-nonsense · 2 years

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Hello it’s me againnn😭 I hope I’m not asking for too much but I just really love your writing! Could I possibly request a Dick Grayson x reader with the prompts 7, 23 from the prompt list #1? Thank you sm<3

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

⇢ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴛɪᴛᴀɴꜱ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ » #7 “ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ” || #23 “ɪ’ᴍ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ” “ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪᴛ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ”

⇢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

"Let her go!" Jason screamed, the poor boy was in so much pain but he was still fighting. He may not be close to Dick but he sure as hell cared about you, for everytime you defended him.

You had been with Jason when he got kidnapped, and Wilson realised that he could use you to hurt Dick.

Deathstroke was turned around to face Jason, he pulled a gun out and shot you in the leg. The bullet went straight through your leg, but you were too tired to care about it. You felt nothing, you took all the beating, Slade realised how it hurt Jason more when you got hurt than any physical pain he'd experience.

"Pathetic" he looked over at you.

You felt disgusting, drenched in your own blood, cuts and ugly bruises everywhere, bullet wounds in places, your shirt torn and soaked in blood.

You knew that the only thing that would come from today was death, you understood that now. But death was better than watching anything happen to Jason, you'd grown attached to the boy, viewing him as a younger brother, he saw you as a big sister or a mother sometimes.

So you were glad to take the beating.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but when you woke up Slade wasn't there, you looked up. Jason was still there, "You alright there J.T?"

"Am I alright? are you?"

"Eh, could be better" you tried getting a smile from him but failed

"Don't you die okay?" You heard the crack in Jason's voice at the thought of you dying "don't leave me here, I won't make it without you"

That's when you heard it, a couple of gunshots.

"They're here" Jason, he turned to smile at you "Told you they'd come for us"

"Sure did Jay"

The black covering moved up to reveal you and Jason, you smiled when you saw Dick, but that went away quickly when you realised he was here to sacrifice himself for you, Jason and Rose.

Slade went to press the button that would release you and Jason to fall to your deaths, but he was caught off guard when Kori showed up and sent fire his way.

You weren't sure when but a helicopter found its way to the fight going on inside, and Jason took the opportunity to try and break free.

You tried to help by copying his movements.

One moment Dick and Kori were fighting Deathstroke and the next he was pressing the button, it happened in a blur.

"No!" you faintly heard Dick's voice, and then, Dick made it to grab Jason's hand, and Jason grabbed yours. He slipped, his hand slipped straight out.

You were falling, and with whatever strength you had left you pulled so that he was on top of you. You hoped it would protect him from some of the damage and pain.

He knew what you were doing "No, no please" Everything was happening so fast. You smiled at him, "I'm sorry"

Halfway to the ground, you felt another pair of arms secure around the both of you.

Whoever it was jumped onto a car, you felt a crack.

Your back was broken...

"Who the fuck are you?" you hoarse breath, snapped Jason out of his trance.

You blacked out again.

For a few seconds, but enough for Jason to carry into a darker place, to check on you.

"Where is she?!" your boyfriends voice echoed

"Over here! Dick!"

Dick caught sight of Jason and you on the concrete, you were bleeding out.

"Babe?" He was next to you in a second.

"Hey there handsome" you choked on your blood, the adrenaline and need to protect Jason kept the pain away.

"n/n?" Jason's broken voice made you peel your eyes away from the former Robin to the current one. He was crying, tears streaming down his blood stained face.

"Hi Jaybird" you could barely breathe, but you had to show him he wasn't alone. Even if you weren't around to make sure he wouldn't be.

"You promised"

“Sometimes giving up is easier, love” You reached for his hand which he gladly gave. "I love you okay, you're never alone"

"But I need you"

"You'll always have me, love" once last smile

You turned to Dick, "We gotta get you to a hospital-"

"No time Dickie"

"But-"

He tried to keep his breathing even, but the thought of losing you made his heartbreak. "Protect him, okay?"

"You can do it" his voice quivered "c'mon, please"

"Dickie, please keep him safe" you choked on you blood "I love you Dick Grayson"

You caught sight of Kori, you smiled at her, “I’m tired”

“It’s okay, rest. it’ll be fine, we’ll be okay” she reassured you

#[📮] asks #shit post #sorry #I hate this #dick grayson x reader #jason todd angst #dick grayson angst #titans x reader #titans angst #jason todd x reader #platonic #kori anders #enzo writes [📝]

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cherry-poppins · 1 year

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Take Me Back To The Night We Met- (Nightmare!Sans X Female Reader)

TW// strong language, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, ect.

Tales like ours are always sweet sorrow

If i knew it all now i'd do it all again

Forgive me for what will become

and embrace it here now and forever

"Ah!" I cry out, clutching my hand to my shoulder. That's the second wall I bumped into, you'd think I'd get better at the whole running thing.

I pick up my pace as I hear shouting behind me, "You can run but you ain't getting away with this that easily, bitch!!"

I'm so screwed...

So here I am, running for my life, away from some jackass pricks from school because I may have "accidentally" punch one of their girlfriends' (Aka the bratty ass popular girl) nose and broke it ... but hey I had a very good reason to!! It's because I caught her cheating and well....

she threatened me, telling me how she was gonna spread all sort of nasty rumours about me to the whole school and blah, blah, blah you get the point. She also slapped me across the face, which I swear is gonna leave a bruise. And then I defended myself like any bullied senior student would do. And of course the snake had to cry to her boyfriend who just happened to be the popular "bad boy" of the school. Bastard didn't even give me a head start after school. Soon as I left the gates of hell, him and his gang were already onto me, which they are now currently chasing my ass through the city streets. Fucking peachy....

I bolt through the streets, mazing through shady alley ways, jaywalking across roads, trying to outrun these bastards so I don't get my ass beat. At this point I'm surprised I was even still going, my lungs were burning , my feet felt like I running on glass, and my legs felt like they were about to collapse.

I turned my head quickly to see if they were still on my tail and they were still at it, screaming my names along with petty insults. Choking on my own breath and saliva I try to look for another ally way to turn at, instantly regretting my choice as I turned. Finding myself at a dead end. I look around frantically, hoping there was a way to escape but it was too late.

The boys skidded to a stop as they saw my cornered, they could see that they had won. fighting wasn't even an option, having no experience in combat and them being twice my size.

I backed myself up against the alley wall, try to catch my breath so I could attempt to beg for mercy "Look man, I don't want any trouble-"

The boy laughed, slowing walking up to me with his gang not far behind him "Heh, should'a thought bout that before you hit my girl" he interrupted.

"Man she cheated on your simping ass, I did you a favour!" I yelled, trying to stall. For what exactly?! I'm not sure, a goddamn miracle at this point. To have enough time to have this mental argument with myself?! "Look, why don't we all just go home and forget about this whole mess?"

"Alright, we can all go home and pretend this was all a bad dream" he paused as he stopped a few feet in front of me. "After the beat the living crap outta you..."

He curled his hand in to a fist, his arm pulling back aiming for the front of my nose. His hand smashed against the brink wall as I ducked from his blow. I swear I heard a few knuckles break.

Whilst he was screaming about his new injuries I tried running past him only for me to be yanked back be the collar of my shirt, my back colliding against the brick wall. Before i could even get a chance to shake of the ringing in my ears I felt two sets of arms holist me up and pin my against the wall as the first punch colliding my my right eye. Followed by five more aiming for my jaw, nose, my left eye and again with my nose.

Spitting up blood along with a tooth I tried to stay conscious, all while I had completely lost most of my senses. I didn't even notice being dropped to the ground until I heard three screams of the boys. Next thing I know something grabs ahold of one of the boys, slamming them against the brick wall before dragging the next one by their legs repeating the same beating, before smashing them into the ground.

I could feel myself losing consciousness, I didn't even have enough strength to look who struck fear into the "bad boys "who were getting their asses kicked in. I just laid there, feeling myself grow tired, looking at the streets as my vision goes dark.....

Next thing I know I'm in hospital.

I gasp awake looking frantically around the room, before grabbing my arms which was hooked up with tubes, my face covered in bandages. My body ached from head to toe, feeling like i had been hit by a bus. "What... What happened?" I questioned, my memory was a bit of a blur. Before i could recall the events a nurse walked in, clipboard at hand.

"Good morning miss L/N, hope you had a good rest" She greeted me before checking my monitor that stood beside my bed. "Not exactly, I feel terrible..." I begin before realising something. "Hey nurse, how did I get here?"

"Hm? Oh I'm not sure, you were brought in by someone who dropped you at the emergency and demanding that you were taken care of, you were quite a mess." she spoke, walking over towards me, checking my bruises and cuts, examining the damage. "And now here you are"

Could it be the same person that saved me from those boys? Couldn't be.... I'm not even sure if it was a person.... Heh well now i sound crazy. "Huh, interesting... You didn't even get a look at them?" I asked, wincing as she tried to examine my nose.

"No sorry, he wore a hood which covered his face. We even tried to call the police but its like he vanished." She responded, before going back to her clipboard scribbling down some notes. "Were they a friend of yours?"

"Nope, have no idea who they were." I sighed, laying back down in my bed.

"Hm ok... well the good news is you'll be able to leave today. Nothing is broken but you have severe bruises and have a few splits on you nose, forehead, lip and cheek. but as long as you tend to them with some antiseptic at least once a day you should be fine. we've contacted you're parents and they should come to pick you up soon." she rips a slip of paper from her notes and hands it to me. "A prescription for some medication to help ease the pain and a note to excuse you from school for about a week" She smiles to make me feel better before leaving.

About half an hour later I'm picked up by my mother. The trip home was quiet... a little too quiet. she'd occasionally give me glances through the rearview mirror. When we arrived home i went straight to my room, not wanting to talk about what happened.

I shut the door behind me, my body finding it's way to my bed. I fall into the mattress with a loud sigh.

A week later I went back to school but something was different.

As soon as I walked through the school gates everyone was staring at me and whispering. Which isn't normally unusual but this time they look... scared and cautious. i didn't think much of it until i got to home room. Thankful the teacher didn't act unusual, they just did their job and mark the role. As I sat down in my chair waiting for class to begin i feel something get thrown at my head. I turn around only to be met with a scrunch up paper ball at my face.

A small group of students were crowded together, each with scrunch up pieces of paper , snarky remarks and looks of disgust. "Demon!" one of the boys yelled, throwing another paper ball at my head.

Great just what I needed, it's not like I didn't get enough attention before.

I wouldn't say I was the social reject of the school, its just that nobody really hung out with me and I didn't hang out with any one. And for some reason I was such a great target for bullies and popular asswipes. Lovely..

The next few weeks at school weren't any better, if anything it got worse. The harassment, the rumors. Heck people even avoid me because they're "scared" of me, claiming that I'm possessed.

Unless being possessed feels like you're being followed and watched wherever you go. Which I guess isn't wrong with all the students and teachers but I mean when you're alone and you hear footsteps behind you and every time you check behind me there's no one there....

hat makes matters worse is whenever I think I'm alone I feel as if someone is staring at me and yet whenever I turn my head to check... nothing. I've even heard foots steps behind me and again when I try to check who the fuck is following me, IT'S NO ONE?! I haven't told my parents because they'd probably send me to a mental institution.

Months have gone by.... And at this point I couldn't handle it anymore.

Why did everyone think there's what something wrong with me, why does everyone act like this? Yes the doctors say I'm a bit paranoid, yes i've been feeling anxious... yes I'm not eating well and I've been struggling to sleep. And every time I close my eyes I end up waking up screaming from nightmares that I can never remember....

This is ok....

This is fine...

I'm fine...

It's been a year. A whole year since this incident. A whole year of being followed, watched, and tormented...

Should've bought a cupcake to celebrate

I let out a long deep sigh, staring at my bedroom ceiling. And then did it again because the first one wasn't good enough. For once everything was quite, parents weren't home, nobody watching me, bothering me, no ringing in my ears. All was peaceful.... For about half a hour

"Gahhhhh, what do you want?!" I yell sitting up quickly, grabbing my pillow only to yell profanities into it. "Why can you just leave me be?"

I toss the pillow at the corner of my room before falling back down into my bed. "Well congratulations, you've successfully fucked over my life for an entire year. 24/7, 365. You wanna gold medal or something, oh great mysterious being?!"

"Oh wait I do have something for ya" I flip over then proceed to rummage around the nook between my bed and my bedside table. "hang on lemme just... ahaha" I pull of my hand, smugly flipping the empty space in my room the bird.

"F*CK YOU, you ass!!! Stop screwing me over, I'm too tired for this!!" I yell at nothing, or whatever would listen to me at this point. The neighbours perhaps.

I fall back onto my bed, the adrenalin had run it course. "go both someone else..." I mumble.

A deep chuckle echoes around my room. I quickly sit up and look around, trying to find the source of the laughter. "Who's there?!" I yell, grabbing a pillow ready to throw it at whatever, "come out you coward!!".

Just when I thought I had just imagined it an inky mass erupted from the floor, taking form into a creature, black as night with 8 thick tentacles emerging from its back. The creature ginned at me, staring at me with its single glowing cyan eye.

"What troubles you lost soul?" the creature asks

WHAT. THE. FUCK. For the first few seconds all I could do it stare at it. [I couldn't even say anything I was frozen, mostly out of shock but i would be lying saying that I wasn't a tad bit scared.

I dropped the pillow, not breaking eye contact with it's one eye. "Y-you're the thing that keeps following me around..." I speak, my voice barely a whisper. I wasn't sure if I was speaking to him or talking to myself. "you're the one who helped me that night...." It all started to click together... kinda. All the fear I had left and I was filled with frustration and angry "you're the one who's been fucking up my life for the past year!!" I scream.

He gave me a sinister grin which never seemed to leave his face, which was ironic since the creature didn't exactly have a face... more resembled a skull? "Yes, so I am"

"Who are you?!" I yell, letting my pent up frustrations out. "Are you death? Are you a demon?" The amount has thought going through my head was enough to give me a headache but the one that stood out the most went into my next question. "have.... have come to kill me?"

The strange, skeletal being laughed deeply, his permanent smile twisted into a cruel smirk. "My dear If I were death, your fate would be a lot sweeter.."

That wasn't the answer i was looking for but then again if he had wanted me killed he wouldn't have saved me. "T-then... Why have you come?"

"Let's say.... You've intrigued me, which believe me that doesn't happen often" he began circling around me using his long inky tentacles as legs, hoisting himself up, towering above me. "i've been watching you for a while now. I know what you want, I know what you desire"

Man if i wasn't so terrified i would've smacked the sh!t outta him by now. "you- you don't know what I want, or desire. you don't know anything about me. This isn't real, none of this is!" I start to yell, shaking my head unable to comprehend wtf was actually going on. Have I really gone that far, have I gone mentally insane? Perhaps I really have gone crazy...

"I beg to differ, you see you've been quite depressed lately haven't you, suicidal even, slashing up you arms with pretty scars, and corrupting your mind with negative thoughts. I feed of this negative energy, it's how I found you, how I was able to watch you. You desire death, no... you crave it. Wanting nothing more than to be erased from this world. and don't bother denying it, I can read your thoughts, well almost all of them. Mainly the negative ones" He spoke as he his tentacles lowered him down enough so that he was at eye level.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD, JUST STOP I CAN'T!! IF YOUR GOING TO KILL ME JUST DO IT ALREADY....." i snapped unable to take anymore of him screwing with my mind, i didn't understand what he was getting at but i was sick of the mind game. Tears started to fall from my eyes as everything started hitting me all at once, the wall i was holding up for so long just broke. "please just make it quick, that's the least you could do for fucking me up" I started to sob, falling to me knees not sure what to do next.

"Moon above..." Nightmare sighed annoyed, turning his back to me as he started to mumble. "This is what happens when you do your job too well... Hhhh I'm not cut of for this" He sighed once more before turning back to me.

"Look kid, I'm offering you a proposition. You can stay here in this cruel world, resort to self harm and such as the bullying continue and watch as your miserable life ends in suicide or... you can come with me."

"what?" i sniffled, wondering if i had heard him correctly.

"Come with you?" i repeat, looking up at him before looking down at the wooden floor boards. I'm not sure why i was even thinking about this, why would i go with a complete stranger. but then again he saved me. Once... my life wasn't the greatest but it wasn't the worst either. But you just broke down claiming how he fucked you up why where you now considering going with him to whereever. Any other situation i would've said no, but this wasn't any other situation.

My gazed turned back to the skeleton, him still standing were he was, cross legged and grinning. "Where..." I ask curiously wiping the last of my tears away.

"Well I don't want to ruin the surprise, I mean that would be no fun now would it"

I scoff "You're crazy"

"Heh you think I'm crazy, wait until you meet the rest of us" he laughed, leaning his head on his hand.

"Rest of you? wait there's more of you, what are you a gang?"

"Eh something like that, so are you going to except my offer or not" he asks again, lowering himself down to the floor so that he was standing by himself.

That when i noticed he wasn't as tall as you thought, i mean he was still tall, taller than me by a foot. I gave it some thought, ran through all the scenarios and came to the most reasonable one. "No, I don't accept your offer... now if you please leave me be and let me live the rest of my life as normal as possible without you breathing down my neck every two seconds"

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at me. As if he was trying to figure out a puzzle, what thoughts were circling through my mind. A few minutes went by before he shrugged.

"Fair enough" He spoke as he turned, facing his back to me again.

He gave me one last look before turning away completely. "But I'm warning you, this was the simple plan" and with that he melted into the ground and left without a trace.

"Oh what the fuck, where'd he go?!" I shriek. Now I'm left with more questions than i had before. I get up out of my bed and walk to the place where he disappeared, touching the area wondering if there was some kinda wormhole. Alas nothing, just wooden flooring. I sigh, running my hands over my face and through my hair, trying to calm myself down and have some grip on reality.

"Hhhmmmm I'm too tired for this...." i grumble before retrieving my pillow and walking back to my bed where I then fall face first into the plush mattress and wrapped myself in my blanket.

I slowly fall asleep, emotionally and physically exhausted from crying and using all of my brain power to comprehend what had exactly happened. I hoped that was going to be the last i had seen of the skeleton.

-Meanwhile on her rooftop-

Some people have skeletons in their closest, unspoken secrets, dirty lies, untold past, guilty passions. Your skeletons currently resided on your rooftop trying to occupy themselves quietly before going fore with Nightmares plan B.

Fell had short temper but that temper was longer than his patience. "Yo, ya think she asleep already? Fucking bored waiting for ya'lls up 'er" Fell called out, kicking a bit of debris from the roof.

Nightmare gave him a cold stare, annoyed and tired from this entire thing. "Will you be quite? She won't be if u dont keep ur mouth shut" He replied, biting his metaphorical tongue from yelling at Fell.

"Hhhh I feel like there's a way more efficient way of doing this, you know?" Error spoke as he finger crocheted with his blue strings, trying anything to pass the time.

Cross shrugged, mostly unbothered by this situation. "Probably, but she did refuse" he answered.

"can i eat her?" Horrors asked, kicking his legs back and forth as he sat at the edge of the rooftop.

Dust looked down at Horror, slightly dumb founded. "What? Horror, no. You cant eat this one buddy" He sighed, already done with Horrors question.

"aww... why not" Horror pouted and crossed his arms.

Dust eyes the rest of his brothers, wondering if they're also listening to this absolute tomfoolery. "Because Nightmare wants her alive. Besides, we can't keep her if she's dead" Dust answered.

"We kept that rabbit once, it was dead" Horror said to himself aloud, trying to justify why he should eat the human.

"i dont get what's so special about her, there's like a ton of humans just like her? Why can't we take one that'll be more cooperative?" Killer complained, polishing a knife before handing it to Dust.

"Why must i go through this again, I'll say it one more time and only once more" Nightmare sighed annoyed. " First, She can be useful to us. She's broken, broken things can be fixed and we can fix her to out liking. Second, there's something with her soul that we don't want in the wrong hands" he explained.

"yeah like the fucking star squad" Fell added.

"Exactly my point, we need her... Now if any of you are going to question my judgment they can take they're ass back to the castle" Nightmare raised his voice a little, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the dark abyss of the night.

Killer, sat up and stretched his limbs before, standing next to Horror. "Welp can't argue with the boss, let's do this"

With that he swung through the window and into her bedroom. Things were about to get interesting.

AUTHORS NOTE: Ok so this is technically a prequel to a oneshot i made years ago on wattpad which got slightly popular. I'm thinking of turning this into a full fic... maybe. because i'm already in the process of finishing a fic i made back in 2019. if this gets popular enough then probably because imma sucker like that. Anyways Hope y'all enjoy!! Read my stuff on AO3, user name is Cherrysodapop :)

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stevenssacrab · 5 months

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Pathetic

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Summary: Steven forgets a vital anniversary dinner, and a fight ensues, both of you saying things you'll regret, and when you truly learn what life is like without Steven, he returns

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Depressed reader, arguing, reader and Steven being very mean to each other

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: First fic ever! Hope y'all like it, I worked very hard on it and overthought a lot of course lol. I'm open to suggestions on how I can improve, please be nice though I'm a sensitive girl, I will cry about it lmao

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It started with something minor: Steven forgetting to put his clothes in the laundry basket, not putting his dishes back, or something as simple as not using a coaster on the coffee table. Usually, you would brush it off, but today was the breaking point; Steven had forgotten your anniversary dinner.

You waited for hours, but after a few hours, you knew he wasn't coming home anytime soon. After a certain point, you didn't see a reason to still be dressed, changing into one of Steven's hoodies, missing his calm scent. You decided to heat up some disappointing leftovers compared to the lovely dinner you thought you'd be enjoying by now; you were cleaning up the kitchen when you heard the front door open. Sighing deeply, preparing yourself for the argument you knew was coming.

Steven's heavy footsteps are heard sauntering towards the kitchen, each step making you more anxious than the last. He rounds the corner, not even meeting your eyes, just tossing his lunch back into the fridge.

"Well?" you said, clearly annoyed that he hadn't spoken a word since walking in.

"Well what Y/N?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, already at his wit's ends

You scoff, smiling in disbelief. "Honestly, Steven, do you even know what day it is today?" a not-so-subtle dig at his current mental state. Steven looks up at you pitifully, clearly not wanting to fight, but you're way past that. "Steven, we had dinner planned tonight," voice a little louder than intended. "Can't you just get your head on straight for one day and remember our plans?" you say, throwing your hand towel on the counter; you walk around the kitchen island, not breaking eye contact.

"Y/N, please, I don't wanna do this today; Donna was on my ass all day; I really can't do this right now."

"Steven you do this every time, anytime I want to talk to you, you never have time for me." throwing your hands up in frustration.

"Y/N" he says, warning you; he looks into your eyes with an intensity you've never seen before

"No Steven! Why do you alwa-"

"STOP!" he booms loudly, slamming his fist on the counter. "Do you ever stop!? It's never enough for you," he says, stepping closer to you, looking down at you, making you feel 2 inches tall. "Do you think you're the only one trying?" he says with venom laced in every word. "How about the little effort you put in, and I'm always the one in the wrong?" stepping even closer, slowly backing you into a corner.

You've never seen Steven this angry; he's usually so sweet, caring, and understanding; seeing him like this was terrifying.

"Stev-" you squealed out.

"NO Y/N! YOU LISTEN TO ME, ALRIGHT" he hissed out, eyes wide and body tense. "I've had enough; I'm never gonna be enough for you, am I?" he barked, lowering his head.

"I can't do this anymore; I'm done," he said quietly. He was looking down at the floor, avoiding your eyes once again.

"What?" you asked, afraid of the answer, reaching out your hands to hold him, but he only swats your hands away.

"I'm done; I can't do this anymore. You're pathetic," he declared, looking at you as if you were the scum of the earth.

"Wait, Steven, please just listen to me," you pleaded, following behind him as he headed out the door. "STEVEN!" you cried, tears rolling down your face.

Steven starts his car, ignoring your cries, pulling out of your driveway, tears threatening to boil over.

You just stood in the doorway, watching him drive away, in denial that this is happening. Could this really be the end? You think back to all the times you complained to Steven that he was never doing enough for you, that he never had time for you, accusing him of never loving you. You slowly close the door, knees finally giving out from under you, wondering how they've kept you up this long; you pull your knees to your chest, holding onto them for dear life. You let out a sob that you're positive your neighbors could hear, but that was the least of your worries.

You don't know when, but at some point, you went to bed; when you woke up, you had almost forgotten what had happened, and more tears filled your eyes at the thought of never seeing Steven again.

You reached for your phone, attempting to call Steven. It rang once and went straight to voicemail, "he's avoiding me," you admitted sadly. "Hey, this is Steven. You know what to do, later gators." You smiled at Steven's cute little phrase, recalling every time you ended a call with him. Mentally scolding yourself for letting something so beautiful go, someone who loved and cherished you wholeheartedly.

The past few days have been debilitating; everything reminds you of Steven; every thought leads back to Steven, and all roads lead back to Steven. Food has tasted bland, flavorless, and unpalatable; you stopped craving food after the first day, eating strictly for your survival and well-being. All the color has left the world, leaving everything dull and achromic; every conversation has been quick and compressed, not having the energy to carry out an entire conversation or participate in society. Everyone around you has noticed you're less cheerful than you used to be, and everyone has physically pointed it out to you.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem kinda down?" Or "Did something happen?"

It's been driving you crazy; yes, you know you're depressed. Why must everyone point it out as if you don't feel it yourself? It's made you very snappy at everyone, chewing out anyone who dares to ask; word got out that you and Steven broke up, then started the looks of pity. Any time you met anyone's eyesight, they would give you a glimpse of sympathy and a sad smile; you almost preferred them asking if you were okay over the pity smiles and whispered conversation when they think you're out of earshot.

Today was your day off. Luckily, on these days, you choose to lay in bed all day, looking at old photos of you and Steven and weeping when it all becomes too much.

You were lying in bed when you heard your doorbell ring; you groaned loudly and crawled out of bed; you sighed deeply, not mentally prepared to have a conversation with someone right now. You throw open the door, already annoyed at whoever is at your door; you look up and see Steven standing in front of you, not looking any better than you, to your surprise.

"Hey," he uttered, looking at the ground. "Can we talk?" he said, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Please," he says when you don't answer.

"Y-Yeah, come in," you utter, stepping back, feeling your heart beat out of your chest.

"Thank you," he said, walking up timidly, nodding his head shyly, stepping quickly, afraid you might change your mind; you're blinking your eyes to make sure he's actually in front of you and not hallucinating.

He sat on your gray couch, shifting every few seconds and running his sweaty palms on his pants, notably very uncomfortable. You walk around the sofa and sit in a loveseat across from him, afraid he'll leave if you get too close.

He clears his throat before speaking. "I-" he stutters out, not knowing where to begin; he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.

"Y/N, I know I've said some truly awful things to you, and I deeply regret what I've said; I feel awful how everything played out, and there were much better ways to redirect my emotions and not take them out on you. My actions are unforgivable, and I take full responsibility. In the future, instead of lashing out unfairly at you, I will do my best to communicate properly and not keep how I feel buried inside. I understand I can't fix everything, but if you let me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for my mistakes and make things right." He said, voice cracking, and cleared his throat awkwardly, folding the paper and putting it into his back pocket.

You are stunned, not knowing what to say; you play with your fingers nervously.

"Oh, Steven," you say, gently grabbing his hands and moving next to him on the couch. Steven tightly grips your hands, scared you'll slip through his fingers.

"I feel like I should be apologizing to you, sweetie," you say softly, raising your hand to cup his cheek. Steven, smiling softly at the affectionate name, leans into your touch, gently grabbing your hand and kissing the palm. Your cheeks heated up slightly at the display of affection.

"I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am." You blinked away the tears. "I took you for granted, my love; I promise you as long as I live, I will treat you like the king you are," you say, looking deep into his dark brown eyes. Steven's eyes fill with tears; he pulls you into a tight hug, letting the emotion take over as he lets out a sob, hugging you tighter than before.

You caress Steven's back and let him cry. "I'm so sorry Y/N" he whimpered, body shaking violently.

"It's alright, my love." You pull back, meeting Steven's eyes.

Steven pulls you into a passionate kiss, holding onto you as if his life depended on it; you grip his shirt and pull him in to deepen the kiss, your heart beating out of your chest; you roam your hands on his chest and stomach, sliding your cold hands underneath Steven shirt. He gasps softly, pulling away from you.

"I love you Y/N" he says confidently, never being more sure in his life.

"I love you too Steven."

#moon knight #moon kingdom #steven grant #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac fic #marvel #marvel smut #marvel x reader #steven grant hurt/comfort #steven grant angst #steven grant fluff #jennys.work

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ferinehuntress · 1 month

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˚ * ˙ ⭒ ⊱ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

◈　what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?　 ⋯ 　Alright, I got a list of four so be prepared. My first muse was Caitlyn, I absolutely fell head of heels in love with her because I understood her in so many ways. We were both in the police force, both know how to use weapons expertly (no I am not lying, I could do a 40 out of 40 shot with my M16 and perfect shots with my 9mm as well. I was an expert shot in the military) but also her empathy. So naturally, I was drawn to her and who she was. And don't get me started on the haters of Caitlyn (and Caitvi) that I am even more protective of this character. She's so badass and yet so full of compassion and heart. She's such a good soul and I love to write her for all for all of this and more.

Vi, I was going to write first, but for some reason I didn't. Don't ask, I don't know why, but then I got encourage to try. Vi is like other characters I've written: Kassandra, Eivor, and other very strong ladies. So it was easy to pick her up, but what was hard was my fear of just not really giving her the same devotion as I did Caitlyn and the worry of copying or just, being the 'same ol same ol'. But she's here now and she's definitely going no where XD

My newest edition is Karlach and Aylin (Don't make me chuckle because Aylin and Karlach make me think of Caitlyn and Vi)

Aylin, I could not deny wanting to write her. A paladin of Vengeance, a demigoddess of the moon, AND! AND! tons of angsty torment to write out? Okay, but besides that, Aylin is an amazing character. She's straight to the point, full of care for people, a giant heart, and will do whatever she needs to to root out evil. I already have so many headcanons for her and I've only had her for a few days now! I'm drawn to her heartbreaking story, because there is SO much we don't really know about. 100 years in the Shadowfell? That is a LOT of shit to go through, and we don't even know a sliver of it so I plan to really expand her story. But there is also before the shadowfell, who her father is, how was she raised. There is so much of her story I want to give justice to. Just, a great character to explore.

And Karlach, oh my heart, Karlach. A barbarian who loves violence and yet is a complete teddy bear with a heart of gold? How could I not write her? Again, a great storyline, and so much to explore on that wasn't shown in the game. She's right up my alley as all my girls are strong, defiant, yet dealing with traumas of their own. I love writing characters like this who are so full of heart and love despite what they've been through. And Karlach, with ten years of imprisonment in hell serving a archdevil and experimented on? Yes, there's lots to play on here. ◈　is there anything you don’t like to write?　 ⋯ 　hmmm, not really sure. It all depends really on comforts around. The only thing I won't write for sure is the death of my characters (unless its aylin, who can die and come right back cause she's immortal) but the others, death is finite there is no coming back. I refuse to write death for my muses, and I will not write lovers turning to enemies or lovers killing each other either. ◈　is there anything you really enjoy writing?　 ⋯ 　I'm about telling a story, I WANT the depth in writing, to create immense feelings and connections. I want you to feel what my muse feels, to see what they see, experience it. If I can make you cry, that means I've done a good job, or if I make you laugh then I'm doing good. I very much lean into angst, I like heartbreaking stuff as well as the comfort that comes with it. Give me one charrie fighting for another, desperate to save them. Give me a muse breaking down and another comforting them. Give me a muse struggling with trauma, or trying to help another going through it. Let one muse watch their partner getting tortured and hurt and the feelings it brings up. Anything angsty like that. ◈　how do you come up with headcanons?　 ⋯ 　There's multiple things that can stir a ehadcanon. One is looking at pictures and going 'oh OH!' cause something pops into my head, another is replaying a game or rewatching the show. A lot of it comes from talking with my friends and ideas popping into my head. My headcanons are often an explanation to their history or effects of history. My headcanons bring to light more of the history, personality, and design behind a character. If you want to see jsut how in depth my headcanons go, look up Caitlyn, she has over 60 headcanons. ◈　do you write in silence or do you play music?　 ⋯ 　I need music, all the time. Silence is... unnerving, to say. I can't do it at night either, I have to put on some green sound or something that will help calm my mind. I am very hypersensitive in hearing, which is why I like green or brown sound. I tend to put on songs I like (I have a music repeat list) or I put on violin music. ◈　do you plan your replies or wing them?　 ⋯ 　I'm not really sure? I mean, I like to plot things out, but this isn't a hard to do script (somethings the muse will decide to do something else). But when writing, I tend to let the muse flow. I don't really wing stuff, if I'm thinking of what you mean. I read a post, and then I take each paragraph and I react to that paragraph. ◈　do you enjoy shipping?　 ⋯ 　I do! But I have come to be kind of... picky? Its hard to explain. Like I love shipping caitvi, but I don't care to ship caitlyn with anyone else (unless its BG3, then she will ship Karlach too XD) but yeha. I love romantic relationship, but I'm picky on who.

◈　what’s your alias/name?　 ⋯ 　PANDA! That's about it XD ◈　age?　 ⋯ 　35 going on 36 soon ◈　birthday?　 ⋯ 　September 29th ◈　favorite color?　 ⋯ 　Blue, Green, Silver, Teal ◈　favorite song?　 ⋯ 　I don't really have a favorite, more a list of songs that maek me happy. If I hear it and like the tune, its a favorite. ◈　last movie you watched?　 ⋯ 　Dungeons and Dragons: Honor among Thieves. ◈　last show you watched?　 ⋯ 　Uhhh..... Probably Arcane or Bluey XD ◈　last song you listened to?　 ⋯ 　No idea, the music is playing right now on random. ◈　favorite food?　 ⋯ 　Anything Italian. My favorite has always been Lasagna. ◈　favorite season?　 ⋯ 　Fall, I love the comfort of falling leaves and changing colors and the way it is just a comfortable time. Not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect and comfortable. ◈　do you have a Tumblr best friend?　 ⋯ 　Well, I have a bit more then one? @shimmerbeasts & @jynxd I am really close to, we talk about everything all the time. I'm also close to @playgroundmonsters and @undercity-merc, I enjoy talking to them and they have similar interest with me ^^. I've also gotten to know @goldenfists really well and consider her close <3

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@piltover-sharpshooter ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　Anyone who wants to really, I'm not really sure who to tag for this.

#[ panda speaks ] — personal games .

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Bottled Up Feelings

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: Beth's death took its toll on everyone of the group, but especially on Maggie and Daryl - who tends to just bottle up his feelings, until you finally get him to talk to you, causing his well build up walls to tumble down.

Takes place in season five!

Warnings: TWD stuff, mentions of death, angst, uhh fluff?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: I am so sorry... I couldn't help myself... 😅 I am super uncertain about this... I really dunno if this is good. I don't really think so. I’ve been thinking a lot about posting it at all; was on the verge of just deleting it again... 🙈 I tried to somehow get Daryl (and Rick) right, but well... I dunno. Please go easy on me - if you decide to read this crappy fic... 😅

Walking in the sweltering heat for days wasn't great and especially not easy. Walking in the sweltering heat for days without having enough to drink and nothing to eat, was excruciating. We were all weak and exhausted, almost having no strength left. If a bigger herd of walkers would attack us, neither of us could keep up the fighting for long or would be able to run away. This would be more than likely our death warrant. The almost forlorn situation we were currently in, and the loss of Beth and Tyreese took its toll on all of us - and Washington was still sixty miles away...

Droplets of sweat were rolling down my temples, as I reached for the bottle of water, which was strapped to my cargo pants. A frustrated huff left my lips, when I noticed that the bottle was as good as empty. Great. I took a small sip, before stowing the bottle away again. My eyes focused back on the road and my friends, walking in front of me. I didn't even notice, that I was falling behind, so I jogged slowly to outrun them again - and that was when I noticed somebody was missing... Rick was walking at the front with Carol and Carl, who held little Judith in his arms. Maggie was at Glenn's side - of course, while Michonne was at Sasha's. Rosita walked alongside Tara, Eugene and Abraham. "Rick!" I called out to my friend. I knew him since this hell broke loose above the world. He was like a big brother to me, without a doubt. The man in question turned around to look at me and stopped in his tracks to wait for me to catch up. "What is it, Y/N? You alright?" I nodded, "Yeah..." and paused for a moment. "Where's Daryl?" Rick nodded towards the wood. "He headed out, lookin' for some water or food." "Alone?" "Of course. We're talkin' about Daryl." I rolled my eyes. Typical for him to do this on his own... I knew that he could handle things alone very well. If someone could, then Daryl - but that didn't keep me from slightly worrying about my 'secret' boyfriend. There had always been something between us, from the very first day we met in that camp and well... Somehow, we kind of got together at some point. It wasn't an official thing, though. Nobody knew about us - except Rick. But just because he kinda walked in on us once – don't ask. The rest of the group was thinking that we were just good friends... "Imma go, look for him. Check, if he needs help or somethin'." A small, almost unrecognisable smile scurried over the policeman's face. "Alright. But look after yourself, you hear me?" "Promise." I checked on my daggers, before I left the group and walked into the woods, searching for Daryl.

I looked around, scanning the area. It was quiet. Only the sounds of the forest could be heard. No walkers in sight - luckily. "Daryl?" I followed the direction Rick told me Daryl went. He was nowhere to be seen, so I continued my search. "Daryl?" It took me quite a while to find him, but then I saw him, sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree and... I stopped immediately in my movement. Was he... crying? I took a few small steps closer, heard the heart-breaking sobs leaving his throat. He was crying. I stopped again, swallowed hard. I had never... Never in all those months seen him being this vulnerable before. He definitely wasn't a man who showed that kind of feelings often; always pretending to be the toughest man around. He wasn't. Especially not since Beth's death. He hadn't been the same since then. It had hurt him - deeply... And I knew it, was more than aware of it. I tried to speak to him, but he always shut me out, rather kept on bottling his feelings up. He needed a shoulder to lean on, so I decided to just approach him. I couldn't avert my eyes any longer. He was hurting - and I wanted to help him. So, I took small steps towards Daryl, until I stood right in front of him. He didn't hear, neither saw me coming; had his face buried in his hands. I squatted down and placed my hand gently on his knee.

"Daryl..." He flinched, took his hands immediately away from his face, eyes snapping open, dark brown orbs - now reddened from the tears he shed - looking at me. "Y/N??" He croaked out. "Whatcha doin' 'ere?!" Daryl asked, quickly wiping his tears away. "I... I noticed you were gone and decided to look for you..." "Why?" "Cause I didn't want you to be alone..." "Ya don't need to play my babysitter. I can look after myself." He switched immediately into his defence mode, acting tough. Also typical. He tried to stand up, but I gently pushed him back down. I wouldn't let him get away that easily this time. "I know that, but... Daryl... You're hurting. Since weeks. I can feel that. You were crying." He scoffed, crossed his arms over his chest. "I wasn't-" "No. You can't deny it. I saw it." Another scoff. "Ya don't know anythin'." He tried once again to stand up, but once again, I pushed him back down. "You have no idea, how much I know, Daryl Dixon." I crossed my arms over my chest as well. "I know how close you and Beth were. I know about the deep friendship you shared. Don't pretend otherwise. I know how much her death hurt you. I see it in your eyes, every time I look into them. I know, that showing this kind of feelings isn't your thing, but you can't keep bottling them up. At some point, they are going to eat you up. I know that as well, trust me. In these days, we all need a shoulder to lean on, including you... And I am not letting you go, until you finally talk to me." I meant it, but Daryl was still just staring at me with a clenched jaw. "Please..." I added quietly, placing my hand back on his knee, squeezing slightly, in a reassuring manner. My other hand went to his face, brushing his dark brown strands out of his face, before cupping gently his cheek. Somehow this gesture was all it took. He seemed to lose the strength to fight against it; the walls he had built up so well started to tumble down. I saw how his eyes got glassy once again. His beautiful face contorted, before tears started to run down his cheeks, followed by another heart-breaking sob. I reacted immediately, launched forward and pulled him against me. I said nothing, just let him cry against the dirty fabric of my black blouse, until he calmed a bit down again.

Sad and hurt brown eyes were looking now up at me. This wasn't the strong, invulnerable Daryl sitting in front of me anymore... It was a broken man, who lost a very close friend. "I'm sorry, I-" "Hey, it's okay, it's okay..." I interrupted him immediately, didn't want him to shut me out again. "It's me you are talking to, Daryl. You can always talk to me... You're my partner in crime, remember?" I gave him a soft smile and brushed my thumbs over his cheeks. Another tear escaped his eye. "I... I could've saved her, ya know... If I jus' had reacted faster o-or..." I shook my head, felt how my own tears started to build up in my eyes. "No, Daryl... Nobody could've saved her. Nobody saw it coming. As hard as that sounds, but... It was her decision to attack Dawn." "She jus' wanted to save that boy!" "I know! And she did... Noah's save with us now." Daryl clenched his jaw once again. "I shoulda kill 'er sooner." He looked down, fumbling with his hands. "Nah, I shoulda never let Beth walk towards that bitch. I could've stopped 'er." I shook my head once again. "I know you are blaming yourself, but that's not right. Everyone knows, that her death wasn't your fault. I know that. Rick knows that. Carol knows that - and especially Maggie knows that." I paused for a moment, saw how he swallowed. "You know what, Daryl?" He looked back up, his eyes meeting mine once again. "You were the one looking for her. You followed that damn car, all the way to Atlanta. You found out where she was being held captive. You helped saving her. Without you, we would've never found her again." "Yeah 'n I was the one who let 'er get kidnapped in the first place, didn't I?" "But only because you wanted to save her from those damn walkers!" I argued back, trying to fight against his stubbornness. "Can't you see, Daryl? You were the one who protected and rescued her all along!" He swallowed. I saw, how his tears started to fall for a third time - and once again, I pulled him into my embrace. This time, he buried his face in my stomach and wrapped his arms around my body. "It jus' hurts, Y/N... So damn much." He cried, clinging to me for dear life. "I'm so tired of losin' people." A few hot tears rolled down my cheeks as well. "Me too, Daryl, me too. But as long as I got you, I know I'll be alright." He didn't answer, but hugged me even tighter, trying to be as close to me as somehow possible. And so, we sat there, on the dirty ground, holding each other. It was definitely something we both desperately needed. Daryl more than me, but that wasn't the point.

After what felt like eternity, we let go of each other. "Feeling better?" I asked, standing up, Daryl following me. He nodded, smiling softly at me. "Yeah... Thank ya fer bein' so stubborn and gettin' me to talk to ya." "I told you all the time that this was going to help you, didn't I?" I winked, making him laugh. It was the first laugh, coming from his lips in weeks. "Shut up." There was the Daryl I knew again. I snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, I love you, too." He didn't answer, but I knew. He loved me, just as much as I loved him. Daryl wasn't a man of words, so he gripped gently my wrist, before I could walk away. I turned to face him, wanted to ask what was the matter - but I didn't get that far. Before I could even open my mouth, he quickly bridged the distance between us - and captured my lips with his. The kiss was short, but utterly sweet. So sweet, that I couldn't help myself, but to kiss him again. The second kiss was much deeper than the first. I tangled my arms around his neck, while Daryl's palms landed on my hips to pull me closer. This could've ended more than likely in a heavy make out session - if there wasn't suddenly Rick's voice, calling out for us. "Daryl! Y/N!" Well... We had been probably away for a bit too long... I let go of Daryl again with a slight groan, rolling my eyes. "Over here!" I yelled back, didn't want to let Rick search even longer. "Come on, let's go back." Daryl huffed out an annoyed breath, but followed me. "'N I jus' started to really enjoy this..." I just giggled at his words.

"Are you two alright?" Rick asked, as soon as he reached us. I nodded. "We are." Daryl just walked past him. "Ya have an awful timing, man." Rick's eyes followed Daryl, before he turned back around to face me. "What was that about?" "Well..." I shrugged my shoulders, smiling awkwardly and blushed slightly. That was seemingly answer enough for the policeman. He grimaced. "I interrupted somethin', didn't I?" "A bit, maybe?" "Sorry." I shrugged my shoulders again and waved him off. "Don't worry, I don't mind. It's good that you came looking for us. We could've been in trouble." I smiled at him, what he returned. "Did you find something?" "No..." Rick gave me a nod and placed his hand on my shoulder. "We're goin' to get through this. I promise. We will make this." "I know, Rick. I know."

Tagging @youlightmeupfinn and @lokisgoodgirl , 'cause, uh, you two seemed to like the drabble I posted? 🙈

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl x reader #twd #daryl dixon

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12romy · 10 months

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A kiss to shut them up.

Lewis/Seb/Mick

Awwww I just love these three!!! Thanks for the ask!

Enjoy~

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If there was one thing Sebastian was struggling with, as surprising as it sounded, was conflict. He hated being involved in any kind of argument, and most of all, he couldn't stand it when people he cared about were having a fight.

Namely, his boyfriends, who were currently screaming at each other. Sebastian felt powerless, and he couldn't stand it.

"I don't want your fucking seat!" Mick yelled, pacing in front of Lewis who kept his arms crossed, and rolling his eyes condescendently.

"Everything isn't about you," he scoffed.

"Don't treat me like a kid, you know I hate it!" Mick growled. "You said yourself that you had at least another five years in you! You spent the last two years insisting you wouldn't leave and now suddenly you're leaving?"

"I won my 8th, I just want to do something else!" Lewis argued. "Just take my fucking seat, what's the problem?"

"You're gonna hate me if I do! You're going to hold me responsible for making you leave a sport you love! Just because I can't get a seat and you're pitying me doesn't mean you have to give up yours!"

"I'm not giving it up!" Lewis snapped. "I don't want it anymore, is it too hard to understand?"

Mick started to cry, suddenly, and Seb's heart broke a little. Lewis seemed taken aback, too.

"You're gonna leave me, aren't you," Mick sobbed. "Once you retire, too, I won't see either of you and you'll just break up with me..."

"What kind of bullshit is tha-" Lewis started, pissed off, but Sebastian cut him. He was tired of it all. So he shut him up with an angered kiss, then turned to Mick to do the same, but with a softer, kinder kiss.

"Alright, everyone is calmed down?" he sighed. "Good. Now, first of all, Mick. We won't break up with you. We'll stay around the paddock just to see you, if we can't see you outside of work, but I know we'll make it work. It worked well since I retired, right? Secondly, Lewis. Are you sure about your decision? You can't do this for Mick, you have to this for yourself."

"I am sure," he nodded. "I've thought about it for a long time, and you're just having so much fun being retired... Doesn't mean I'll quit F1 altogether. I have other things I want to do."

"So, even if Mick had an offer for another team and accepted it, you'd retire?"

"Yes!" he replied, and turned to Mick "Don't take it wrong, love, I'd be happy if Mick took my seat, but you don't have to. I swear I'm not leaving because of you, or out of pity. I'd never do that."

"There we go," Seb said, relieved. "Now, can I join in the makeup sex?"

#lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #mick schumacher #f1rpf #prompt answered #anon prompt

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officermaddie23 · 8 months

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Into the pit in jail

Dylan: Hey Mr. Fitzsimmons

Maurice Fitzsimmons: What did you do

Dylan: What made you think I did something?

Maurice Fitzsimmons: Am I wrong

Dylan: Okay but in my defense this was a team effort

Brooke: Mr. Fitzsimmons we got arrested and are in jail now and we need you to come get us

Maurice Fitzsimmons: You got arrested

Dylan: It was a big misunderstanding you see we were at the outback steakhouse and Sarah wanted to take a cardboard cutout of one of her favorite actors and the manager said no which made Sarah cry which in turn made Millie mad and long story short we burned down an Outback steakhouse

Maurice Fitzsimmons: I don't even know how to respond to this. Your saying you 4 got arrested over a cardboard cutout of one of Sarah's favorite actors?

Dylan: Uh actually

Oswald: Nah uh do not tell him I'm here. He'll tell Springbonnie

Dylan: Yeah there's more than 4 of us here

Maurice Fitzsimmons: Dylan how many of you got arrested?

Dylan: Well me, Sarah, Millie, and Brooke because we burnt down Outback Steakhouse

Millie Fitzsimmons: LISTEN NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THEY JUST LET SARAH HAVE THE CARBOARD CUTOUT

Dylan: Cameron and Hayden because they tried breaking us out of jail

Hayden Fitzsimmons: surprisingly digging a tunnel with spoons was not a good idea

Dylan: Also Hannah ended up in here for some reason

Hannah: I don't want to talk about it

Abby: She got into a fight at the bookstore with an old lady over the last copy of one of her favorite books

Hannah: It was the last one

Abby: you already have 6

Hannah: I ONLY HAVE 6

Dylan: wait Abby why are you arrested?

Abby: Tax evasion

Maurice Fitzsimmons: Is everyone I know in there?

Dylan: Uh actually Funtime Freddy isn't here

Abby: Yes but there is a warrant out for his arrest he is currently on the run

Maurice Fitzsimmons: UGH alright I'm coming

#fnaf fazbear frights #into the pit #to be beautiful #count the ways

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wonyvcts · 6 months

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Delicate - Hwang Hyunjin

angst. arranged marriage. reader will be playing as Noelle Lee. cursing. mentions of hyunjin not getting over his ex. mentions of crying, breaking down.

this story is fictional and is purely based on my imagination. Characters and Personalities do not match the any of the characters irl, including yourself.

happy reading! 🤍

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I have no idea how it happened or when it happened but here I am in the dressing room of my wedding venue marrying a guy I did not even had feelings for. Never have I thought I would be forced in an arranged marriage. Since young, marriage has always been a blissful thing to happen to two people, not until when I grew up and found out that my parents were also in an arranged marriage and they were faking it to me all this while. Were they happy? well at least that's what they try to potray to the media.

Sighing, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realise the makeup artist talking to me.

"Are you excited?" She asked while applying foundation on my skin.

Looking up, I blinked my eyes and looked at her in the mirror reflection, realising that she was waiting for an answer.

"O-Oh yeah.." I faked a small smile as I looked back in the mirror again. The dress was beautiful. Magnificent, actually. It was puffy and big and definitely princess material. However, I did not feel pretty at all.

I felt sick.

"All right, all done. You look amazing Mrs Hwang." The makeup artist said as I brought myself back to reality again.

"Thank you." I replied as she gave me a reassuring smile. Of course, some important people knew about the arranged marriage but some guests did not know and we had to keep a secret about it in order to benefit both of our parents companies.

As the makeup artist left the dressing room, I sighed to myself as I saw my best friend, Solhye walked into the room. We agreed to be each other bridesmaids in the future once we get married since we were in middle school, we just didn't expect one of us to be in an arranged marriage.

Upon seeing my solemn expression, she placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"You alright?" She asked.

"It's kinda overwhelming." I replied.

She nodded her head understandingly and continued, "Things will get better, alright?"

I gave her a small smile as she helped me got up from my seat as we looked into the mirror one last time before going into the wedding hall.

"You look beautiful, Noelle." she charmed as I mouthed a 'thank you babe'.

Taking a deep breath, I stood in front of the main hall door, one hand slung around my father's arm as the guards opened the humongous door.

Giving a smile, the guests wowed as my father and I made our way down the path, leading to my now husband, Hyunjin.

As the marriage officiant read out our vows, Hyunjin and I looked at each other with a solemn expression on both our faces. He was holding one of my hand unwillingly and I could tell he did not want this either.

Truth to be said, Hyunjin was in a happy relationship with a girl named Angel who lived in a small suburb. She was currently working in an office and doing decently and she could pay off rents for her and her mother. Not until when Hyunjin's parents informed him he would be married to me for the benefit of our parents companies. He was upset, obviously and his parents was certainly angry at the fact that he was dating Angel, whose family wasn't even from a decent background. Hyunjin tried fighting with his parents about it but he knew that they were capable of hurting Angel and her mother, therefore he had no choice but to agree on this arrangement. Thus, Hyunjin's parents made them break up and it was obvious Hyunjin haven't got over Angel yet and I feel like shit for coming in between their relationship.

As we both said our vows with absolutely no feelings at all, the marriage officiant announced both of us as husband and wife. "You may now kiss the bride."

Hyunjin took a step forward and landed a small peck on my lips. Shuddering at the feeling, we both faced the guests as they stood up and clapped for the newlyweds.

The next few hours felt horrid. Bunch of interactions and people that I don't even know coming over to congratulate us. God my jaw felt sore from smiling. They say your wedding day was suppose to be the happiest day of your life but why does mine feel like the worst day of my life?

And that night, we were forced to sleep on the same bed.

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It's been slightly over 2 months since Hyunjin and I became a married couple. I honestly learn to accept the fact that I had no way out into this relationship and honestly kinda wished that we could make it work. As days got by, I started to develop a mutual feeling towards Hyunjin. Can't say he thinks the same way about me.

Our routines were the same everyday. Hyunjin would leave work at 9am in the morning and I would usually make him coffee before sleeping in again and work at home. Sometimes, I have to go to the office to get work done and Hyunjin would drive me there on his way to work. We did have some conversations, mostly about the company, sometimes about our personal matters. By that, I mean our parents. I asked him about his personal matters whenever I got the chance to but he usually reply with short sentences such as, "It was okay." "thank you." which always leave me frustrated.

I mean, since we are already a couple, why not let's try to work things out? I tried cooking his favourite dishes only to be left with a "I'm not hungry but thank you." response which left me wondering what I did wrong. I had many breakdowns because of this honestly. I felt upset and distressed that I had to be with someone for my whole life who couldn't even give any fucks about me.

Can't he see im trying to work things out? Am I not worthy for him? Does he hate me so much? were the things that kept me thinking throughout the night when Hyunjin would be fast asleep at night.

Sure, I saw him smile a few times before and the little things like saying "good morning" and "good night" everyday, or the little things like taking out coriander because he knows how much I hate them whenever we went to eat at restaurants. But, other than that, it felt like we were a robotic couple who is only married on paper. I craved so much more than that. Can't he accept the fact that I am his wife?

Today was the usual, I was working from home when I read a notification from Hyunjin saying that he would come home late today. After sending him a "okay" , I decided to make his favourite pasta, carbonara for dinner as I know that he always don't have the time to eat when he comes home late from work.

To be honest, I hated carbonara but for Hyunjin, I would make it for him. Testing the while covered cream pasta, I squinted my eyes as I smiled.

"oh wait, this is actually not that bad!" I said excitedly, feeling proud of myself. Looking at the time, it was already 12:30am, which means Hyunjin would come home soon.

I turned off the stove and took a plate to cover the noodles and went to the sofa to scroll through TikTok and wait for Hyunjin to come home.

Upon hearing the front door, I dropped my phone and sat up instantly. Opening the door, I saw a tired Hyunjin trudged into the house.

"How was your day?" I asked while standing up.

"Alright. I'm heading to bed early. Good Night." He said while taking a water bottle from the fridge and walking to the direction of our shared bedroom while chugging it.

"Wait. I cooked carbonara for you. Figured out you haven't ate anything yet." I said, hoping for a better response this time round.

"Oh.." He turned around, fully facing me now. "I ate earlier just now, you can heat it up tomorrow, Sorry."

"Oh..alright then. Good night." I said, clear disappointment in my eyes.

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It was Hyunjin's off day. He told me Angel was coming over to pick up some items she left at his house. He also told me to make hojicha tea for her as it was her favourite. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

Doing the usual steps of making hojicha tea, I heard the doorbell rang as Hyunjin rushed to the door to welcome her. He already helped her pack her stuff into bags and they were laying at the entrance.

As Angel stepped into the house, Hyunjin introduced me to her as I bowed slightly with a weak smile. I could totally understand why Hyunjin liked her so much. She was a goddess. She was wearing this sky blue middle length dress with some light makeup on while i was still in my sleeveless pyjamas and some light pink long pants. Feeling insecure, I focused on the hojicha tea as Hyunjin and her exchanged greetings.

"Here's your hojicha tea, Hyunjin told me it was your favourite." I said while handling her the plastic cup carefully.

"Thank you so much." She said smiling at both of us.

"Do you need help with the bags? I can help you to load it in your car?" He asked.

"It's okay, I can manage." She replied as she carried the bags as Hyunjin opened the door for her.

Hyunjin was definitely not over her. A pang of guilt crept into my heart as I knew that I was the cause of their downfall relationship.

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The next day, I invited Solhye over in the afternoon.

"It's so frustrating." I started.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asked while munching on a toast.

"It feels like Hyunjin doesn't return the effort and I feel annoyed but at the same time I'm pretty sure he's not over Angel and I pity myself for being with someone who would never learn to accept me but at the same time I can't blame him because I was the reason why they broke up." I poured my frustrations all in one breath.

"Okay, calm down. It's not your fault, it's not like you wanted this anyways." Solhye said as she rolled her eyes.

"I know but I have already learn to accept the fact that if I am going to be with him for the rest of my life, why not try to work out this relationship? Its not fair that other girls my age like you can be in a happy relationship and go on cute dates but I can't." I complained. "Why can't he accept me too? Does he hate me so much? I don't understand."

"Why not you try talking to him about it? Maybe you would get some answers. You know, the key to a healthy relationship is communication. If both of you refuse to communicate, yall wouldn't understand each other." She explained.

I sighed, looking back at my laptop. "Maybe." I wondered.

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A few months had gone by and the routine was the same. I tried to make Hyunjin's favourite dishes time to time but he mostly rejected them which would leave me upset and annoyed.

I had to leave early for work today as I need to create some new designs for a fashion show in paris next week which left me busy. As usual, Hyunjin dropped me at my workplace before going to work. Greeting my colleagues, I went into my office and started working on the pieces. However, I couldn't seem to have any ideas. I kept sketching and crushing sketching and crushing and I felt disappointed with myself. I was so occupied and busy that I totally forgot about lunch until my co-worker reminded me that it was already 4pm. Feeling frustrated, I grabbed a donut and an ice latté at the office café as I continued working on the outfits.

"and....done!" I exclaimed as I smiled. Looking at the time, I realised it was already 1am and that everyone had left work already. Leaning back against my chair, I closed my eyes as I realised I forgot to tell Hyunjin I was going to come home late today.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I hurriedly find my phone under a stack of flies and saw 42 missed calls from hyunjin. Swiftly, I dialed Hyunjin's number as I collected my drafts and started to pack up for the day. I let out an internal sigh of relief when I heard Hyunjin pick up the phone.

"I'm so sorry Hyunjin, I forgot to tell you that I was coming home late today," I started.

"It's alright. Do you want me to fetch you?" He asked.

"Yes please." I answered.

After the call, I hurried to the office lift as I went to the lobby to wait for Hyunjin.

On the way, I saw Hyunjin's favourite bread shop and turns out it was closing in a few minutes time. Rushing in, I greeted the cashier as I asked her for a sour dough bread and a strawberry glazed bread. She handed me the two bread as I thanked her as I ran to the pick up point. Upon seeing Hyunjin's car, I quickly got in and showed him the bread in excitement.

"The shop was closing in a few minutes and I was lucky enough to be their last customer!" I exclaimed as I handed him the bread.

"thank you." He replied, giving me a small smile.

We started munching on our bread together as I hummed to melody of the song playing in the car.

WA-R-R by Colde.

It was one of our favourite songs.

Hoping that he would ask me about my day, I gave him a small peek and prayed that he would initiate the conversation.

However, to my dismay, he did not. Even after we reached home, he didn't even batted me an eye and headed for our shared bedroom.

"Do you hate me so much?" I asked without thinking much. It was 1:45am okay let me be.

"I'm sorry, what?" He answered, turning around to face me.

"I mean, Can't you see I'm trying to make it work? I know that you might not wanted to be married with me but what's done is already done and I want to be loved too, it's not fair that I can't feel that way and I have to be with someone who doesn't even care about me, who hates me so much that he doesn't even want to accept me as his wif-" I paused, suddenly realising what I was saying. Cursing my brain for being delusional and goofy at early hours in the morning, I took a step back and stuttered. "I-I'm sorry- No, I didn't mean it that way. You're amaz-"

"I'm sorry Noelle." He interrupted.

That was one of the rare times Hyunjin has ever said my name and I swear I could have melted right there at that moment.

"No, you don't have to be sorry. I'm just being sensitive right now." I replied.

"No, it's all my fault. I'm sorry you feel that way." He apologised while looking at me intently.

Feeling overwhelmed, I started bursting into tears. All the emotions from the past 6 months came crashing down as I sat on the floor, feeling pathetic. Hyunjin immediately rushed over to me and held me in his arms, trying to cool me down.

"I'm so sorry, my love. It's not that I do not care about you. I truly do, trust me. I just felt that you just didn't want to be associated with this marriage. I'm so sorry you were feeling this way and I am a dumbass for not noticing it." Hyunjin explained in a soft tone.

"my love." Did I feel accomplished or what?

"I'm s-so sorry for being in between you and Angel." I said in between choked sobs. "I shouldn't have let this marriage happen and hoped for something."

"No, it's not your fault." He continued, "thank you for being there for me always. Thank you for always cooking my favourite meals even though we have different food preferences. I appreciate every one of them, Noelle."

I smiled at him genuinely as he smiled back and I swear I could have felt like I was the luckiest women on earth to ever exist that night.

That night, as we slept in our shared bed together, it felt different than all the time we have slept on the same bed together. Although it was the same house, same room, same bed, it all felt different. I felt relieved and it feels like a weight have been lifted off my shoulders. As he placed an arm around me, he looked at me as if asking me for approval. Nodding my head, I snuggled into his neck as I smelled his lavendar body wash on his jaw.

"You smell nice." I said tiredly.

Smiling, he wrapped me around his arm tighter and asked, "So your main goal was to make me fall in love with you?"

Nodding my head, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Before i could even answer, he replied, "Well, congrats Mrs Hwang, you did it."

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idk i think the ending don't make sense😭😭 i was writing this at 1am forgive me guys i am really delusional at this timing LOL

#hwang hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz x reader #skz #skz imagines #stray kids #kpop #hyunjin angst

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drrealityslenderverse · 2 years

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Bad Break

Alex broke Masky's leg and he's not having a good time. Hoody finds and helps him despite an earlier argument.

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The masked man hobbled through the trees, his breath panting laboriously as he pushed himself to keep going. His leg throbbed in agonizing protest from all the movement. The rough terrain didn’t make matters any easier on him. The worst part was that he was miles from home and he was alone, even his partner was gone thanks to an argument days before.

A loud grunt rumbled in his throat as his broken leg finally gave out. Another scream tore from his lips as the bone shifted further from its normal placement. If Alex was still in the area, he was sure to have heard that. He needed to keep going.

Picking up a sturdy branch, the man pulled himself to his feet and limped onward with his injured limb dragging in the dirt. Each step caused pain to spike through it. Despite fighting back tears, eventually droplets rolled down his cheeks. Sniffing and swiping the tears with his jacket’s sleeve, he hobbled onward.

“Hoody would know how to set this properly.” Thunder rumbled in the distance as he drowned himself in the pain and misery of the situation. “Next time I see Alex…”

It wasn’t long before his foul mood worsened. The storm made everything muddy and he slogged his way through it despite his exhaustion. In the dark, the only times he could see were between the bursts of lightning. For all he knew, he could’ve been going in circles. But he wanted to get home where it was warm and safe.

The stick he was using sank deeper into the mud, sending him off balance as he attempted to yank it free. His breath slammed out of his body as the world tumbled around him. Water submerged him for a moment at the bottom of the hill before he managed to drag himself back to land. Coughing, he spat out the water and inhaled deep ragged breaths. His body shuddered and a faint cry escaped as he resigned himself to lying helpless in the mud. If his leg hadn’t been broken before, it certainly was now—and mangled up further thanks to that fall.

“Don’t know where I am…” He tried to stay awake but his strength had ebbed away long ago and now that he was lying down he couldn’t stop his eyes from closing.

Brian followed the trail through the woods until he came to a hill. Shaking his head, the hooded man carefully made his way down the steep slope and stopped at the edge of the river. With the storm the night before, it was flooded and the current was swift. He considered himself—and his masked friend—lucky that it hadn’t swept Tim away.

“Should’ve listened to me.” A huff of annoyance breezed out. He’d told Masky to wait. But no, he wanted to take on Alex right then and there. “Look where that got him.”

He did genuinely feel bad for letting Masky go at it alone with a broken leg, but it wasn’t like he could’ve predicted the man would make it worse and end up falling in a river! Once the storm had gotten bad, he figured his partner would stop and seek shelter like he’d done. Brian quietly walked over and crouched down next to the mud-covered man lying face down in the dirt.

“...Masky?” Guilt sank in further when he didn’t get a response; he should’ve caught up to him. It wouldn’t have been difficult. “Tim?”

Reaching out a gloved hand, he shook the man as hard as he could without causing more harm to his badly broken leg. A jagged gasp told him Tim was at least still alive and the flutter of his eyelids gave him some hope he’d be alright. Brian watched as his partner sank back into unconsciousness. Looked like he’d be hauling Masky back home without the man’s help. Grunting, he hoisted the shorter but heavier man onto his back and started for the abandoned building he’d been staying in.

It was nearly dark again by the time he laid Masky down on the admittedly filthy blankets that didn’t do much to soften against the uncomfortable floor. A growl rumbled through the man’s throat as the action jostled his leg. Hoody pushed his shoulders down firmly and tsked in disapproval at his partner when he tried getting up. Luckily for Masky, Hoody kept a small stash of first-aid supplies. It wasn’t much, certainly nothing for broken bones, but he could improvise.

“Bite.” He shoved a wad of gauze at him.

Giving several grumbles of complaint, Masky obeyed. Hoody watched as the annoyance quickly shifted to agony as he began shoving the leg of Masky’s pants up to assess the damage. The man’s teeth clenched on the gauze like a vice grip. The hooded man shook his head and pulled out a somewhat dull pocket knife and tore at the jean fabric; rolling it up wasn’t doing much to help.

“Oh…” His eyes widened under his mask.

The bone hadn’t broken the skin but he could clearly see the bulge of the broken end pressing out against the skin. Other cuts littered the area, some deeper than others but decidedly unconcerning so long as they were kept clean. The skin itself had morphed into a large dark bruise. Hoody was surprised Masky had even been able to stand on this, let alone tramp through the woods on it—granted the man was stubborn and had likely made it worse than it originally was.

“I can set it. Least good enough until Tim’s back and can get to a doctor.” His eyes met Masky’s dark ones. Despite neither speaking, Masky seemed to read his mind and gave a small nod for him to continue.

A barely muffled scream tore out of Masky’s throat and echoed through the small empty space. Ignoring it, Hoody continued to work on repositioning the bone. Taking a few sturdy sticks, he set the leg and wrapped the remaining bandages around it to keep the bone straight. Heaving breaths slowly settled back down as Masky once again relaxed, spitting out the mangled gauze he’d bit down on.

“This time, listen when I say stay put.” He was glad he hadn’t lost the man but was still pissed Masky hadn’t listened to begin with.

Tugging off his mask, Hoody laid down on Masky’s uninjured side and draped an arm over the man’s chest. Content with knowing he hadn’t lost the man, he allowed himself to relax and drift off.

By the next morning, Tim was back. Hoody knew the signs. With a sigh, he grudgingly put his mask back on and said a silent farewell to his partner before slipping out of the building to continue monitoring Tim out of sight.

#marble hornets #slenderverse #creepypasta #tim wright #brian thomas #masky #hoody #mh masky #mh hoody #one shot #marble hornets one shot #a03 fanfic #alex kralie #masky x hoodie #masky x hoody #mh brim

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with-love-from-hell · 9 months

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5 Sides of Human

{Part Twenty-Eight}

Genre: Mixed WC: ~4.4k CW: heavy tension and anxiety, vomit mention, death mention, swearing, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon! Series Masterlist

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit©️

"Amnesia..." Leviathan sighed, resting his head on his fist. "Wow...I thought stuff like that only happened in anime. I can't believe Lucifer actually forgot ALL of us."

"Well...not just us." Beel glanced toward Storm, who sat between Simeon and Fern, each of them holding one of her hands.

"Yeah, I can't believe he forgot Storm!" Sarah pouted dramatically. "How could someone forget such a sexy woman!"

Storm hid her face in her hands, trying to stop herself from crying. Simeon pulled her closer, now wrapping one arm around her shoulders to sooth the ache in her heart.

Belphegor grimaced, and smacked Sarah on the back of the head. "Sarah, stop it. She's been through enough today."

Sarah scowled at him, and crossed her arms defiantly, but remained quiet.

Barbatos sighed, shutting the common room doors behind him. "He's asleep now. Or rather, I put him to sleep again."

"Is he going to be okay without someone watching him?" Asmo nervously played with Heart's hair, trying to distract himself from the anxiety.

"I left Malice with him." Storm shrugged sadly. "I trust him to alert us if something happens."

"Luke will also continue to stay with him." Barbatos replied with a small smile. "He stated he was worried and wanted to keep watch over him."

"Thank you Barbatos." Diavolo nodded. "I will have to remember to thank Luke as well later on..."

The room was silent for a tense moment. The only sounds heard were soft sniffles and chokes as Storm tried to regulate her breathing, and the tapping of Mammon's foot against the tile. Everyone refused to look at each other, wondering who was going to start talking about Lucifer's condition to break the silence. To their surprise, Storm's mouse-like voice squeaked from the couch.

"So...this is all my fault too, then?"

The pain behind her tone daggers into everyone's hearts. Even Barbatos' felt deep pity well in his stomach as the words left her lips, knowing this was more evidence to suggest she wasn't as guilty as he had initially suspected.

Diavolo sighed. "You possess tremendous power, Storm. More than you- or anyone in this room- can even begin to comprehend. And...well...yes...I'm afraid that it has affected Lucifer's current state of being."

Storm squeezed her eyes shut, more tears sliding down her face at the confirmation that she indeed caused this to happen. Guilt welled in her stomach, creating waves of nausea between gasps for air.

"I don't get it!" Mammon shouted, now standing to confront Diavolo. "How could Lucifer losin' his memory be Storm's fault too?! If ya think I'm just gonna take your word on this, ya got another thing comin!"

"Yeah, you better explain what the fuck is going on. Now." Vivi snarled, cracking her neck on each side as if to prepare for a fight.

"I would advise you both to watch your tones." Barbatos narrowed his eyes at the pair.

"No, Barbatos. It's alright." Diavolo shook his head. "They have a right to be angry with me."

"Damn right we do." Vivi mumbled, crossing her arms.

Ignoring the comment, Diavolo stood, walking past Mammon to address the rest of the brothers. "Storm made pacts with all of you, right?"

"Yeah, what's yer point?" Mammon rolled his eyes, plopping on the couch next to Fern, causing them to squish closer to Storm's side.

"Humans make pacts with Demons all the time." Beelzebub shrugged. "Solomon's got 96 pacts. so what does it have to do with anything?"

"97, actually." Solomon smiled proudly.

"Whatever, freak." Vivi rolled their eyes, returning focus to Diavolo.

"It is true that demons and humans will make pacts all the time, sure. But it's different when the human in question is descendant from an angel, and the demons in question are as well. That changes things." Diavolo crossed his arms, shifting his gaze to the other four confused humans.

"Wait...what?" Heart whipped his attention to Storm, trying to notice anything he maybe hadn't previously. "Storm's...an angel?"

"No wonder she's so alluring!" Sarah purred, resting her chin in her palms.

Diavolo shook his head. "Storm isn't an angel. But she has a distant association to one in her bloodline. On top of that, she made pacts with 7 of the strongest demons in the Devildom, famously known as the 7 lords of the underworld. You have to admit that because of this, Storm's ties to all 3 worlds runs deep. Very deep."

"That's true I guess..." Levi shrugged.

"I guess Storm is special like that..." Belphie murmured, trying to push the memories of the day they learned that Storm had been a distant descendant of Lilith away.

"Special doesn't even begin to describe it, actually." Diavolo frowned, glancing toward Storm, who now met his eyes. He noticed the fear dancing behind her glossy aqua lenses, feeling bad for having kept this from her for so long.

"Storm shares deep bonds with humans, demons, and angels alike. All three. It's no exaggeration that there is no one like her in all the three worlds." Solomon added, giving her a soft smile.

"So Storm is basically like an ultra-rare pull? Wow..." Levi beamed, causing Vivi to roll their eyes.

"Okay we get it." Fern sighed, rubbing their forehead in an attempt to piece together what Diavolo was saying. "So...she's got this...something, that makes her super powerful and special. So why is it causing this stuff to happen? It's still not making sense to me."

"Me neither." Sarah sighed. "My brain hurts."

"That's 'cause you never had to think this hard before." Satan grumbled, causing Vivi to snicker.

Diavolo sighed, annoyed with how brothers and humans seemed to not be staying on track- with the exception of Storm- who sat staring at him, unblinking.

"Though there's no formal name to it, Solomon and I have been referring to this special connection as 'the ring.' And-"

"Ooh, like that freaky movie!?" Sarah gasped. "She's not gonna turn into that terrifying chick from the well, is she!?"

"Sarah, would you please shut your big fucking mouth?" Belphegor sighed in exasperation, shooting her a dirty look.

"Oh, what? Am I not allowed to ask questions!?" Sarah scowled, crossing her arms.

"If the questions aren't stupid you are." Vivi rolled her eyes. "Seriously, do you even take a second to think before you open your trap, or is there just white noise playing in that big empty head of yours?"

"Hey!" Sarah pouted. "I'm not an airhead, I was just-"

"Everyone, please." Simeon sighed, tightening his grip around Storm's shoulders. "Let Diavolo continue."

"Thank you Simeon." Diavolo nodded to the angel, before tapping his chin thoughtfully, seeming trying to remember where his thoughts left off. "This 'ring,' as we've been calling it, has allowed us to see glimpses of magical ability that even surpasses the power of Solomon."

"Really..?" Mammon glanced toward Storm, shocked to hear such a claim about someone seemingly so frail.

"You remember that day at the amusement park, don't you? Where Storm managed to subdue you...at the same time?" Diavolo raised a brow.

"I don't have pacts with all seven of you, but even if I did, I highly doubt that I would be able to subdue 6 of you simultaneously." Solomon noted, glancing wearily in Storm's direction. "Controlling more than two demons at the same time- even if they aren't as powerful as you lot- still takes an exorbitant amount of skill, and years of practicing and honing magical ability."

"Even for a sorcerer of Solomon's caliber would be able to control a maximum of 3 of you, and it would take an extreme toll on his body and mind." Diavolo sighed, shaking his head. "But even after the incident, Storm really seemed none the worse for wear."

"She passed out though." Fern commented. "Like, she got a pretty gnarly gash on her head from that. And she slept through the entire rest of the afternoon until the morning."

"Yes, but that is an incredible recovery time." Solomon sighed. "Only just shy of 16 hours of rest would not be nearly enough for any sorcerer to completely recover from such an act. It would take weeks, if not months, for them to fully return to anything resembling normal."

Everyone swallowed, now staring awestruck at Storm. It was finally starting to sink in how powerful she actually must be.

"Shortly after this, the royal tombs collapsed. When I learned that Solomon believed Storm's special status was connected to the strange phenomena occurring in all three worlds, I decided to try to find out just how powerful she actually was."

"Ah, so that was why you decided to subject Storm to a higher standard to exams." Heart nodded, finally understanding why Diavolo was so keen on making her prove herself.

"That would be correct." Diavolo confirmed. "While the results of this evidence confirm Storm is capable of powerful magic, and testaments from her professors and Lucifer regarding her studies showed she has made great improvements since she was here for the first exchange program...it is clear that she still isn't able to fully harness or control the magic...Not on the surface, at least."

"So again, what does this have to do with all the weird shit happening?" Fern sighed in annoyance. "If she cant control any of this, how is it her fault?!"

"Yeah!" Mammon agreed, tilting his chin up toward Diavolo. "Sure maybe her magic caused that stuff to happen, but she didn't do it on purpose!"

"I'm not saying she is doing it on purpose, Mammon." Diavolo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Storm cannot fully control the power granted by the ring, and the result of this has caused the magic to be unstable, and very dangerous. It's almost like a shock wave- every time she uses the magic, another ripple is sent through the three worlds, and causes some abhorrent event to occur. Solomon has suggested that some catastrophes have even killed numerous humans, though fortunately we have not suffered any casualties in the Devildom or in the Celestial realm as of yet."

Storm's face paled at the realization that she had indirectly caused so much death and destruction. She swallowed back vomit as everyone began to mutter amongst themselves, wide-eyed and hardly believing what they were hearing.

Diavolo continued, shifting his glance to the floor. "Lacking the ability to control this power has lead to an adverse impact on all three worlds without her even realizing it's happening-"

"And you're saying the power affected Lucifer, which is what caused him to lose his memory?" Satan assumed Diavolo's next thought, which he confirmed with a nod.

"The fact that it was Lucifer who was impacted this time around was mere chance." Solomon ran a hand through his hair nervously. "In the future, it's very possible that all of you could end up being impacted in some way...Diavolo included."

"And if we can reasonably assume that the effect is continuing to spread, then we might be in store for more problems beyond Lucifer's amnesia and a few earth quakes." Diavolo shrugged, his frown deepening.

"We can't even rule out the possibility of this power affecting other timelines..." Barbatos added, shifting his focus to Storm. "Or that the immense power could end up consuming Storm all together."

Storm's eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Whattaya mean it might CONSUME her!?" Mammon snapped, panic rippling through his body. He immediately snatched Storm's hand out of Fern's, squeezing it tightly for reassurance that she was still here. Fern clenched the couch tightly, not wanting to believe what they were hearing.

"It means that, in the worst case scenario, Storm could end up dead." Solomon's shoulders fell slightly, not liking to say the words that he had feared out loud.

"Jesus..." Heart sighed, shaking his head. Asmo whimpered, hugging them tightly.

Vivi swallowed hard, beginning to pace behind the couch where Storm sat to ease their anxiety. Sarah's lip trembled, and she clutched Levi's arm for comfort.

"I...I'm scared." Storm squeaked, feeling more tears well behind her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them with her free arm.

"Storm..." Mammon frowned, squeezing her hand again. He was scared too. They all were. "There's gotta be somethin' we can do, right?"

Diavolo nodded. "We have two options, but you're not going to like either of them."

"Dammit Diavolo!" Fern finally shouted, pushing past Mammon and Storm's hands and stomping toward him. They grabbed his tie and yanked him down to eye-level. They felt their stomach turn at being so intimately close to the future king, finding his golden eyes even more alluring up close. Diavolo blinked in surprise, holding his hand up to stop a furious Barbatos from reprimanding the bold, green-haired human. "Just tell us what they are and lets be done with it already! Why the fuck did you wait so long to say something in the first place?!"

"I know, I should have said something sooner. You may not believe me, but I am very regretful that I waited this long to do something, just for sake of confirmation of something I was hoping was not true." Diavolo threw an apologetic glance toward Storm. "I care about her, just as you do."

Fern scowled, releasing their hold on his tie. Jealousy welled in their chest at the fact that Diavolo clearly had a crush on Storm. "Whatever, just tell us what we can do to fix this!"

Diavolo crossed his arms, his stare at the redhead unwavering. "Storm, either you gain the ability to control your powers so the ring no longer causes these erratic effects...or you sever the ring, which would turn you back into a regular human."

"Is any of that even possible?" Belphegor scoffed, glaring at Fern as they stared dreamily at Diavolo.

"Before making assumptions, we should talk through our options." Solomon stated. "First, option one: controlling Storm's magic. The only magic in existence that could be used to suppress such immense power is the Ring of Light."

"The Ring of Light?!" Simeon shook his head, completely dumbfounded by the option. "But that's-"

"In Michael's possession, yes." Solomon sighed, crossing his arms.

"What's the ring of light?" Sarah asked, confused. "Is it like...a ring ring, or like, Storm's ring?"

"The Ring of Light is the counterpart to the Ring of Wisdom, that Solomon received from Michael long ago." Barbatos stated, grabbing Solomon's hand and holding it up to display a pristinely polished silver ring on his right band finger. "The Ring of Wisdom is gifted upon a human who has the ability to communicate between the three realms and all beings with ease, as Solomon has been able to do. The Ring of Light is held by an angel God deems worthy of maintaining peace between the realms."

"The Ring of Light once belonged to Lucifer, but it was stripped from him when he was cast out of the Celestial Realm..." Simeon turned away, not liking the odds of this possibly being a feasible solution. "Since Lucifer, there hasn't been another who has been able to lay claim to it, so Michael keeps it hidden away in his chambers."

"Well...I guess that means the ring of light isn't an option then..." Beel frowned, fidgeting with his fingers. He thought back to the cave, and how Storm sacrificed some of her life essence for him, now painfully aware that her life was now likely cut even shorter as a result.

"...And why not?" Fern asked angrily, glaring at Simeon. "If it has the ability to stop this, it seems pretty cut and dry to me. Get that ring from the stinky angel and call it a day!"

"...Fern..." Belphie shook his head in exasperation. "There's no way Michael would just give it to us."

"Can't they at least ask before ruling it out?! She could die, Belph!" Fern snapped, annoyed at Belphie's seeming compliance in hopelessness. Belphie shot his gaze toward the ground, the image of Storm's bloodied, lifeless body lying in Mammon's arms flashing into his head.

"I have already asked Michael." Solomon closed his eyes, his frown deepening. "He told me that we needed to search elsewhere for a solution because the Ring of Light is supposed to be bestowed upon an angel."

"That's bullshit." Vivi spat, fighting the snarl that threatened to form on her lips. "Sounds like this Michael guy is in need of an ass-whooping."

Simeon's eyes widened, but before he could speak, Satan cut him off.

"Okay, so what about severing the ring itself? Is it possible to do something like that?"

"Severing the ring also requires a very special magical item." Diavolo gestured to Solomon, who dug in his jacket for something while the prince continued speaking. "...that being the Night Dagger, which belongs to the reapers."

"Isn't that the knife that's strong enough to kill demons?" Levi's eyes widened, glancing to Solomon, who now held a very old book in his hands.

"The Night Dagger was being kept inside a book entitled The Prison of the Soul...which, as luck would have it, Solomon managed to borrow from the reapers when you visited their cave."

"I think you mean stole." Vivi glared as Solomon flipped open the book, pulling out a long bladed dagger. The handle was decorated with demon skulls, roses, and thorny vines, and had a dull-gray hue to it.

"Now, now." Solomon chuckled. "No need to get caught up in unimportant details. What does it matter, right? The point is that we're in possession of a method to fix the problem at hand."

"So how do we sever the ring? Like, what does it do?" Heart tried to inch closer to the knife to get a better look at it, but Asmo's firm grip on them didn't allow them to get very far.

"And if she severs the ring...what happens to our pacts?" Mammon swallowed hard, glancing between the grim looks that fell on Solomon and Diavolo's faces.

"Severing the ring means severing the pacts between Storm and all of you. She will revert to the state she was in when she first came to the Devildom, and the effect you've been having on the three worlds should dissipate as well..." Diavolo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck at the others stared at him, mouths agape.

"Including Lucifer's memory?" Storm asked suddenly, causing everyone to snap their attention toward her.

"Yes...I presume so." Diavolo nodded. He approached Storm. "But as many of you here may already know, once a demon's pact with a human has been broken, it's permanent. You can't make a pact with the same person twice, even if I would allow some of you to risk doing so."

"Wait...what?!" Mammon gasped, yanking Storm toward his chest.

"Our pacts would be broken..." Beel repeated sadly, feeling a emptiness fill his stomach.

"...And we wouldn't be able to be bonded to Storm like that ever again." Satan murmured, dropping his eyes to the floor.

Diavolo gave them a hopeful smile. "But that doesn't mean your relationship to Storm would have to change, so it'll be relatively easy to-"

"But...But still!" Mammon shouted, fighting the anger, sadness, and fear that swarmed around his head. "It...it won't be the same..."

"Right..." Diavolo murmured, looking at Mammon pitifully. "I suppose it's not that simple, is it? I do apologize..."

Muttered chaos began ensuing around the group, each brother offering different solutions to the problem. Maybe not all their pacts had to be severed? Could it be just one? If so, who would sacrifice their pact with Storm? Obviously it wasn't going to be Mammon...Oh, but Leviathan needed his Henry...Satan and Beel were the first ones who were whole-heatedly on board with a pact, so it shouldn't be them. Asmo would be devastated to lose that connection, so absolutely not. Belphie has known her the least amount of time and has the most distant relationship with her, but isn't that all the more reason why he should keep his pact? And what of Lucifer? He lost his memory, and he's the strongest, so getting rid of his would maybe be more impactful...

"I'll do it." Storm stated firmly, sucking back the tears in her eyes. Everyone in the room turned to her, falling eerily quiet. "If it fixes the mess I've caused, I'll do it. Even if it means things will be...different."

"Wait wait, hold on a sec!" Mammon pleaded, pulling on Storm's arm again. "Can't we talk about this first?"

"There's nothing more to talk about." Storm refused to look at him, instead staring at Solomon, who nodded in approval. "If it prevents any one else from getting hurt, then I have to. Clearly this is the only option we have."

Mammon's shoulders dropped dejectedly as Storm stood from her spot on the couch, now radiating a confidence that seemed odd for how terrified she was just a few minute prior. She took a deep breath, the redness in her eyes becoming more pronounced as a few remaining tears slipped past her cheeks.

"What do I have to do?"

"Solomon will be in charge of performing the ceremony to sever the ring." Diavolo frowned, casting his gaze away from Storm. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "...I'm sorry, Storm."

Storm sighed, returning the hug gently. "It's not your fault...there's nothing to apologize for, Diavolo."

"I want to apologize." He stated firmly, nuzzling his head subtly into her hair. She felt tears begin to wet the top of her head as he took a shuddered breath. "Don't deny me this at least...please. I'm so, so sorry I couldn't come up with another way to deal with this...and for waiting so long to come forward with this information..."

Storm nodded, swallowing hard. Diavolo tightened his grip on her as Solomon began to speak, cutting through the tension that now reappeared in the room ten fold.

"Handling the Night Dagger is no simple task. I need to do a lot of research on the subject before we can proceed. Once that's done, I'll let you know. At that point, we'll be able to hold the ceremony. I'll try my best to finish my research before the new moon...at the latest."

"That will give you about a month of time to do what you must to part ways with the pacts you've developed." Diavolo sighed, finally releasing Storm from his hold. "Until then, I want you all to be mindful not to stress Storm out too much."

"We've found that higher stress levels have lead to more disastrous occurrences." Barbatos added, narrowing his eyes at Fern, Vivi, and Mammon. "So please, as much as you can...be on your best behavior."

Diavolo smoothed over his hair, preparing to take his leave. He gripped Storm's hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "Please take care, Storm."

"We should go as well..." Simeon added, glancing toward Solomon. He quickly stood and disappeared out the common room doors.

"I trust that you'll take good care of Lucifer." Diavolo cracked a smile, but it quickly fell back into a frown. "Please reach out if you need any assistance though. Barbatos and I...we're here for you."

Diavolo turned to leave, and Barbatos took his turn in giving Storm a gentle hug. She blinked back her surprise, not expecting the butler, who she once thought hated her presence, to express any affection toward her...though she suspected it was likely out of obligation rather than desire. "I know this has been difficult for you to comprehend all at once, but your compliance is appreciated..." he paused, taking a deep breath and whispering into her ear. "You have my sincerest apologies for misjudging you."

"Thank you..." Storm whispered back, hugging Barbatos tightly. Once she released, Luke came bursting through the common room doors.

"Storm! Hey!" he captured her in a hug, urging her to lean down so he could speak to her privately. "Listen, Storm...Lucifer kept on saying your name in his sleep...so just...try to stay by his side, okay? As much as you can."

"You don't have to ask me twice. I'm glad you care for Lucifer as much as I do." She smiled weakly, squeezing the angel tightly

Luke blushed trying to wiggle his way our of the hug. "It's not like I care about him that much! let go!"

Storm chuckled lightly, releasing Luke to Simeon. They disappeared out of the common room doors, leaving her alone to face the others. She closed her eyes briefly before turning around, only to see that everyone had dispersed, save for Vivi- who stood staring at her with glossy eyes.

Storm gave her a weak smile. "Everyone went off to their rooms to...process?"

"Y-yeah." Vivi stated flatly, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. She rubbed her arm nervously, scrunching her face to seemingly prevent herself from crying.

Storm approached her, extending her arms. "Do you want a hug?"

Vivi scoffed, a blush forming on their face as the gloss in her eyes began to shimmer. "No, I don't want a hug...but if it will make you feel better, then I guess you can hug me."

Storm smiled more genuinely, pulling Vivi into a gentle embrace. Vivi tried to conceal the soft sniffles as she finally began to cry, clutching Storm's back tightly. It was astounding to her that the small redhead had quickly became more like a family member to her than any of her blood relatives. To want a hug from anyone was so out of character for them when they were feeling scared, and the fact that they even felt fear of losing Storm was shocking, to say the least. But the more they thought about Storm's death, the more fearful they became. They squeezed Storm tighter, almost fearing that she would evaporate into thin air if they let her go.

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hai hai! (anticipated srry for the yapping)

how are you?

(btw pls lmk about that person bc if they come back i rlly don’t want to interact)

sorry about the fire vjj jumpscare😂😂

kitties can rip their toe beans and i am so traumatized by it. thankfully it really wasn’t too bad like he never acts like it’s hurting him. i literally let him out of his travel bag and bro just immediately jumped like an hour after surgery. but we’re keeping him confined until further notice and trying to figure out what happened bc we searched everywhere and no blood or anything. but he’s doing alright & they take out his stitches in two weeks, my angel baby☹️☹️☹️.

i’m sorry to hear about your kitty’s itching! cats do become sensible to environmental changes so it may be that. one of the strays we feed gets runny nose/eyes when there’s a lot of pollen. i heard that giving them bee pollen helps with their environmental allergies. but i haven’t really tried it. maybe something with her food? my senior dog (who passed about two years ago) became allergic to chicken, turkey, and like a million other things) at like 10yrs old. so if it persists that could maybe be a cause? idk but i hope she feels better soon, i hate seeing sick kitties :((

to end the cat discourse, your neighbor!! im so frustrated when people let cats just roam free in environments where they shouldn’t. i’m not really in favor of outdoor/indoor or just outdoor kitties (aside from stray babies ofc, i wish i could take them all💔). my experience with cats outdoors (like not mine but the strays i’ve seen) is always sooooo negative that i just wouldn’t do it, even if where i lived was more appropriate. i had a neighbor (i never interacted with her) who literally abandoned her male intact cat and he just went around getting everyone pregnant and crying at her house. i haven’t seen him for a while bc he wasn’t really a regular (if he was i would’ve found a way to neuter him at least) but that’s so freaking sad, man. i really can’t with people who leave their pets to fend for themselves. so yeah your neighbor really sucks, and the kitty fights with your baby? whaaat? that’s crazy.

and i still can’t get over ateez!!! my bf and i live together so we’re literally always together (that’s why i annoyingly mention him all the time, im sorry, i got anxious attachment 😂). and i was rewatching the coachella performance bc im crazy and he sat down with me (and eventually fell asleep) but not before saying “my bias isn’t mingi anymore, san is just the man here” and i was like ok but mood. i love san so much and yk one of my bias line criteria is ✨cats✨ so san is not only cat emoji but also has a cat ✅✅ i love them, i need to go see them at least once in my life too. they’re just so talented, im so proud of them for coming so far! 😭

and pls send all the pics ever if you do go to txt, i’ll live vicariously through you.

anddd i was lurking through your other asks and i feel you so badly about retinol & sunscreen. i literally have some expression lines and am dying to get rid of them. but im struggling with retinol bc it makes me break out.

(and also, ur response to the anon talking about her y/n moment was too sweet. i feel like kpop can set such high beauty standards that you have to constantly ground yourself bc these people live and breath visuals and voice/dance lessons. i struggle a lot with body image issues being a US midsize and having pcos -and i literally got an emergency ovary removal, not so fun fact! it was terrible and it really fucked up my weight gain/loss- but yeah, your message made me feel better about everything too.)

ily ily bb! we’re currently on a date at a café, drinking iced coffee with our ateez pcs! 😘😘😘

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HELLOOOOO MY SWEET ANGEL HAPPY SUNDAYYYY 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I still can’t believe cats can rip their toe beans 😭😭 it makes so much sense but I just hadn’t considered it and now I’m watching Momo like a HAWK over here I feel like that would so happen to her 😭😭 her itching seems a little better today but seems like it comes and goes ! One of my other cats at my parents’ house struggles from feline eczema or something similar and she has to get steroid injections to tame the flare ups so im hoping it’s not that ☹️ but good to know that bee pollen helps, ill definitely look into that!! Thank you bby 🫶👼

UGH I KNOWWWW her cat disappears for weeks at a time too and I’m like how!!! Are you not worried about where he is!!!!!!! One time he came back with a collar I’m assuming somebody got for him and since then they’ve taken it off so it seems like they’re pretty set on just making him appear stray and I don’t understand the reasoning behind it. All their other pets (they have like 2 dogs I think) are strictly indoors so idk why poor kitty has to be abandoned like that ☹️ I always bring him water and food in the summer because they don’t even leave him with food but I’m just so annoyed they don’t do it themselves ughhh. Also I have a neighbor who did the same thing as yours by abandoning their cat and it went around and got pregnant like 4 times since then ! She passed at a pretty young age probably due to the shortened life span and it was just so heartbreaking. At LEAST get your cat spayed and neutered ffs 🤕

YOUR BF IS SOOOO REAL FOR THAT LMAOOOO 😭 Ateez are crazy talented in person!!! They’re coming back to my city in the summer so I need to start saving and I’m lowkey panicking bc I really want to see itzy, Ateez, txt and NCT Dream but I’m gonna have to sacrifice some shows because money 😀 I might scrap Dream only bc I’m not 100% if Renjun will still be there (my pookie💔) but I cannotttt decide if I want to go to the other shows. If I find txt tickets at a decent price I will 10000% keep you updated how it goes!!!! I also need to see Itzy so bad ugh Ryujin my wife💔

I’m so glad we’re all panicking about expression lines collectively LMAO I just bought this Korean sunscreen that claims to prevent them so we’ll see but the lingering fear of aging is always present 😭 soooo agreed about the body image thing!! Kpop made me hate my body like ten times more then I already did but I have to remind myself these people HAVE to look good for a living like if they had my regular ass job they would not look like that 😭 I just value confidence the most even on days I hate myself!! I’m so sorry to hear about your emergency ovary removal ahhh that must’ve been so scary but I’m so grateful you’re okay and healthy now! Looks mean nothing if you’re not healthy guys take care of yourselves and love the body you have 🥹🫶💞💝💘💕💖

I LOVE YOU BBYYYYY we’re virtually eating cheese danishes together bc I caved and got one (it’s so good if you’re wondering) 💞🫶

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March Reads

Betting on You by Lynn Painter (10/10) I'm in love with Lynn Painter's writing. At first, I read this with the mindset that nothing YA/hs will beat Wes Bennett from BTTM knowing Charlie is Wes' cousin. However, this book also made me sob. There were a lot of tropes jam packed into this, but I enjoyed it. The only thing I didn't love about this one is Bailey, the FMC. She was a little naive and I like my FMCs a little strong. But the way these two acted and interacted brought me right back to high school. This is a perfect friends to lovers book and I will absolutely cry over it any day. A quote that really stuck with me was "I wanted to show you that you can trust me to never disappear again" when Charlie wanted to give Bailey his cat. BABY, I WILL SOB

The Cupcake Cowboy by Rose Rayne Rivers (7/10) This was an ARC read for an indie author. I am currently in my sports romance era (when am I not tbfh) but I was like hmmmm let me jump into this. Not going to completely lie, I got bored. I did like Kaytlyn's sassy mouth, but it was also like ???? Do u know when to shut up. Blayke and Kaytlyn met when Blayke's "brother" (by heart) brings him to the diner Kaytlyn works at to showcase his crush. Immediately, Blayke falls in love. The insta attraction threw me off. But the struggles they went through was mediocre. I didn't feel my relation to the characters at all.

Break the Girl by Rachel Jonas and Nikki Thorne (7.5/10) For a dark romance, I didn't hate it. I was kinda surprised at this, but then again, people are saying that it's not really a dark romance so i don't know. But to me, it was a dark romance bc I would personally not like to exist in here. But it was slightly in this world so I don't know if it classifies as such. ANYWHO, I got this on one of syk days, and I was like I need a break from fluffy romances or at least a filler. This one is about a bully frat which I can kind of see, but also, it's like what the fuck is this brotherhood shit. It's also a why choose which is why I was kinda okay with it. Let's cover all this shit up with smut and it'll all be alright. The girl was realistically fighting against her fate, and the boys ended up pleasuring her altogether. So in a way, it was sweet they didn't push her. This is part of a trilology which is cool, but like there's no HEA or any sense of closure so I am not necessarily looking forward to finishing/continuing.

Collided by Lauren Asher (7/10) I liked this a bit better than the first one. I never got around to reading it until I found an audio version of it. This one, like the first book, was tension filled. To the point where the slow burn didn't make sense because we all know what's going to happen like there was no angst at all. I do love banter and a slow burn, but it was kind of like there were no other barrier. Under developed for an Asher book imo. A lot of things didn't make sense such as why Liam was so fixated on Sophie's "fuck it" list when he kind of had something like that with someone else and ended it. That didn't make sense to me. Or the father-daughter relationship between Sophie and her dad-- super weird imo. But I mean I did end up liking it more and might as well finish the Dirty Air series.

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang (7.5/10) I personally had a love-hate relationship with this book, but I can't lie that this book made me feel things. I did feel the romance/love aspect, but it wasn't as strong as other emotions. I hated the fact that Michael, the Asian MMC was a sex worker (escort). Like there's nothing wrong with it, but the fact that he experienced racism while doing his work made me so uncomfortable. And he had to be Vietnamese too like that shit hurt so much. Anyway, someone said the autism was fucked out of Stella, the FMC, and I cannot stop thinking about that. I honestly don't think the characters would last together IRL, but it was a cute attempt that they ended up engaged/married.

Faceoff by Mari Loyal (7.3/10) This book was an ARC so I didn't know what to expect. This was a sports (hockey) romance in a college setting. I have some things that I didn't like, but I honestly did enjoy it. It had me giggling and kicking my feet. I love my independent and strong FMCs. This is a rivals-to-lovers romance which has a latina FMC. I loved getting to know her family. And the MMC, chef's kiss. He's so patient and kind to her, Luz, and he lets her shine. If he wasn't so young, I'd be in love.

Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey (6.9/10) I was actually loving this at first then I got super bored. Granted, it was a book in a form of audio, but I thoroughly understood it and loved it at first (the tension) then I got super bored. I was like why??? Then I realized it wasn't because of the friends-to-lovers trope, but it was because the FMC, Hannah, was kind of unlikable. Her problem was kind of stupid which like to be fair is something everyone goes through, but it's just that fact that lil miss billioniare feels that way is insane. She was like disguised as a poor girl. I barely liked her in Piper's story; she was kinda eh. And Fox was so likable in Piper and Brennan's story. Too bad he is kind of unlikable in his story as well. You're telling me everyone treats him like a player and although he has a hate-love relationship with it, he refuses to step out of his own stereotype???? Give me a break. These two will break up in the mere future tbh.

Alpha Inmate by Liliana Carlisle (6.2/10) I mean it definitely wasn't as bad or terrifying as "The Sacrifice" but it wasn't good either. This is my first romantasy and even though it was a novella, it was confusing as fuck. Are they animals? Alpha, Beta, Omega like yeah they could be part wolf or whatever like in Teen Wolf, but like going into Rut and in Heat???? Another read I shouldn't have let Tiktok influence me to read tbh. I hate it here!!! I only read for one cute scene which did happen, but it wasn't even cute. He didn't come to comfort her because of the storm. He came to fuck her as well -cries-. Anyways, this is straight corn on paper.

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Help Unwanted (Chapter 18)

Summary: After losing the Pirate, Deacon is unwillingly paired with a partner to help with his job. The only problem is - they can't stand each other, and time is dwindling until he can re-capture all his lost prisoners.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101.

Pairings: Deacon/Queen!Deacon, Deacon/OC

Deacon grunted while he paddled their boat away from the large presence of The Executioner. It was painful for Dea to watch them leaving their temporary-home, but with the Pirates currently onboard it, they had no other choice. She watched it get smaller as time went on, then looked at the man she was currently handcuffed to. He was finally taking a break, tossing the oar aside and burying his head into his free hand.

Dea reached out to touch him, getting a good look at him after all the fighting. He had suffered more than her, physically. “How are you doing?”

“I’ve been through worse.” He gasped at the end of his sentence. He cleared his throat - it was coarse and tasted heavily of blood. His head was pounding from that blow he landed on the man…he wished he could lie down right now.

“How..are you ?” He managed weakly, giving her a once-over himself.

Her hand unconsciously went over his chest - feeling his ragged breathing and splaying her fingertips over where his heart was. She was worried about him. “Besides a swollen knee, I’m alright.”

He nodded before looking around. There were no islands nor other vessels in view. They’d been sailing in a rather desolate part of the sea at the time, still on trail to their next destination, but nowhere officially marked on Armada logs. He intended on communicating with his officers a couple hours from now, when they arrived for their final target…

He pulled back his sleeve to access the communicator on his wrist. It was hard to reach under the metal cuff, but he just barely managed to press its button. Dea watched in silence as it beeped once, then proceeded to run out of battery life before their eyes.

“Great.” He commented dryly, letting his hand fall along with Dea’s.

“..Was that our last source of communication?” Dea asked with a wince, somehow already knowing the answer.

“It was. But it’s my fault. I should have known better and charged it when we were back on land.”

“Don’t blame yourself. There was no way we could have seen this happening.”

He hung his head down and slumped on the board of wood he was sitting on. She was currently sitting across from him - having to hunch over due to the short amount of chain on the cuffs between them. Her back was starting to hurt, so she had been thinking of moving to the same seat as him. When she noticed he wasn’t making a single noise, she moved to console him.

“ Espía . It’s alright. We made it out of there together, didn’t we?”

“Dea,” He choked out. It sounded like he was on the brink of crying, and it pained her to hear him this way. “We just lost our ship. Our crewmembers. Each and every one of those prisoners we’d been capturing for months.”

She tensed, not knowing exactly what to say.

“... I lost my ship and my prisoners. Twice .” He removed his hands from his mask. His eyes were watery. “There is no way I am not losing my job.”

“I’m sure all Armada vessels get plundered by Pirates. That’s the norm, isn’t it? And Kane is your dad. He’ll understand-”

“-You don’t know anything about Kane.” He interrupted unkindly, his words starting to waver. “I’ll be lucky to make it out alive after he hears about this.”

She moved closer until their hips were touching, attempting to reason with him. “I’m sure he’ll understand it was out of your control. Boochbeard and Gandry came out of nowhere - they had more people than us. We were outnumbered. Surely, he’ll-”

“-That means * nothing *.” He turned to her, his voice dropping. She shivered at the new sound. “I told him all of that before - I was outnumbered, unprepared, the prisoners conspired together - and he still held me on standby. I am expected to do better. To fail TWICE? That’s unacceptable.”

Her lips pursed in thought, attempting to understand what he was saying. That cruelty made sense towards a soldier like her, but weren’t Deacon and Kane family? Why was it so different with the Supreme Commander?

Deacon seemed to be reading her thoughts and sighed, dropping all hostility towards her. His gaze fell to the floor so he didn’t have to look at her. “You were right about me. I am unfit to be an Elite. To keep pressing my luck like this…it will end in my unemployment.”

“..What? That’s not true,” She shook her head. “I was wrong-”

“-No, you weren’t.” He rested a hand on the forehead of the mask, shaking as he continued his words. “I’m not strong like Rooke is, not as smart as Bishop, and not as useful as Phule. The only reason I’m an Elite is because my brothers were enlisted and I wasn’t. I was given the easiest job out of all of them - and I still can’t do * that *.”

“Deacon!” She grabbed ahold of his blue sleeve, trying to get him to look at her. “You’re more than capable of being an Elite-” She paused to smile under her false visage. “When I was offered this job, I did my research on you, espía. And you know what I found? Every single person I talked to about you told me how great of a Captain you were, how you were the only Armada Elite to actually listen to his employees and care for them. Everyone wishes they could work for you - which made me feel lucky.”

“Me being ‘well-liked’ will not stop Kane from firing me.”

It was infuriating to listen to him brush off her words. She could feel herself getting annoyed and impatient, which reflected in her next words:

“You can’t tell me he has NO sympathy for you? You're his kin - he can’t just fire you for making a mistake-”

“Dea. Please understand…” His tone softened, which made her regret having raised her voice at all. “It’s not any better that I share his blood - in fact, that makes things * worse *. Since the Elite are his family, he expects more from us. He taught us everything we know - and because he did, he thinks we will make no mistakes. When we mess up - we face those consequences tenfold . The fact that I’m his son is probably the last thing on his mind when he’s reprimanding me.”

“I…” She lost her voice at this deeply-personal confession. “I’m sorry…”

He stared at the bottom of the boat for a few seconds before shaking his head and reaching for the oar again. He began paddling in the direction they’ve been floating, taking his compass out of his pocket and looking around. Dea noticed the other oar sitting on the floor and grabbed it to help him out.

“So…what do we do now?”

“We head this way until we reach an island. We were shifted off-course during the struggle, so…it will take a long time. And that’s if we even make it.”

She shouldered him playfully. “At least we have each other?”

“We’re probably going to die.”

“-But we’ll die together !”

He rolled his eyes. She hoped he was smiling under that mask.

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They struggled for a bit with their coordination; rowing with their non-dominant hand wasn’t an easy feat, especially when it was the only one they had to work with. They eventually got used to it and made a good pace, but something about their close proximity was making Deacon feel dizzy. He had that headache and the pain in his chest, but when he smelled her perfume this close…it was numbing in a good way. There was something advantageous yet annoying about being cuffed to her like this.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything to drink, would you?”

Dea had stopped rowing and looked at him with desperate eyes. He reached for the flask he kept in his front pocket. He shook it to check for any liquid before handing it to her.

“There’s a little left. You should finish it.”

“And let you go thirsty? No, we should share it.”

“It’s better if one of us is hydrated. Just drink it.”

“Deacon, you lost some blood. You need it more than I do.”

“What I need is a shot of whiskey. Stop arguing with me.”

“ Ugh! You are an insufferable man, you know that!?”

Despite her annoyance, she was clearly grateful for the few gulps of water he handed to her. Deacon’s throat felt dry and god-awful, but she was more important right now. He was sure his death sentence was already signed for the moment he’d step back in Valencia.

He reached into his other pocket and grabbed a few pouches of snacks he kept on-hand. He was glad he hadn’t been eating them lately, as they sure came in handy now. “-There are these, too, if you’re hungry.”

She grabbed a helping of trail mix and started to pick through it. When he reminded her not to be picky, she snorted at him. He helped himself to a bag of cashews in the meantime, relieved that this would carry them on for a bit longer and they wouldn’t have to starve out here.

“I know you shared something personal about yourself with me, so….would you like me to return the favor?”

He shook his head. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to know why I’m here? What was I doing before I joined the Armada?”

He was selfish to have wanted to know so much about her before. He learned that when he made the mistake with his journal. It dawned on him then, and he started patting around his coat in search of the book. He relaxed when he felt the rectangular indentation in his biggest pocket. It carried a few confidential details he’d written down. He was glad those Pirates didn’t have their hands on it.

Dea didn’t notice him searching around, too busy working up the nerve to talk more about her past. He gave her his full attention the second she calmed herself down.

“Monquista’s army is full of sexist pigs,” She spat out spitefully. “I knew there weren't many women in the field, but I thought that…maybe, I could help break the standards and inspire other girls out there. I wanted to be successful, make a name for myself. But I quickly learned * why * women don’t typically join Monquista’s service…”

She went quiet for a minute, her attention focused on her lap. Her handcuffed hand was clenching as she struggled to continue. He wanted to move even closer than they already were, but her body language suggested some space. Which was a hard feat in their position right now.

“Every day I got whistled at and told these… things, by my superiors.” She looked into the ocean. “At first, I thought it was all talk. They were hitting on me. So what? It happens every now and then. But…I was working hard to get promoted. I wanted to become the first female Monquistan officer. To impress Queen Eleanor..! But that wasn’t what those men wanted. There were several who were aiming for a higher position like I was, and to be threatened by a woman was…not acceptable.”

Deacon felt his stomach sink. He knew where this story was going and it was starting to make him sick. He was about to interrupt Dea, insisting that she didn’t need to keep going, but she suddenly hunched over and began crying.

“They cornered me one day and took advantage of me. There were four of them. Three were my fellow soldiers and the other one was my… superior . They had their way with me that night, warning what would come if I kept trying for a promotion. They ridiculed me the entire time - telling me women had no place to protect the King and Queen. I was so scared that I begged to be discharged. They let me go, but tampered with my file after I left.”

She took a moment to sniffle, slightly lifting her mask to wipe at her eyes. He could only imagine the mess she was making underneath that right now. Like he had been earlier, talking about his insecurities with being an Elite.

“I moved to Valencia the moment I could, since I heard good things about the Armada. I was upset when my application got denied - they saw what was marked on my file and told me I didn’t meet their qualifications. I was ready to move back until I was approached by…Queen, of all people. My denied request had gotten her attention somehow.

She looked into the case and noticed my discharge from the Monquistan army. She must know a few things, because she asked me why I had done it. She seemed so kind to me, so I spilled the truth about why I left. She was enraged to hear what happened to me, and must have felt some pity that I never got accepted. So she brought me in and later promoted me herself.”

Deacon’s eyebrows raised, his longtime questions finally being answered.

“She told me I could work with one of the Elites. It was a huge honor…but I was scared. When she told me I’d be lodging with a man, in the same room for three months …I was terrified what happened to me would happen *again*. She said it wouldn't because she knew you personally. I decided to take her word for it, and…”

She thought about something before a laugh escaped her lips. Deacon knew it was forced - a way to ease the tension from the story. The sound still blessed his ears, nonetheless.

“...You’re a really nice guy. You never made one wrong move towards me. I was surprised how comfortable I felt around you. I was so scared of being taken advantage of that I didn’t want to give the impression that I’m some dainty woman like all those men told me I was. So if I was a little hostile to you in the beginning...it was only because I was trying to protect myself.”

She faced him and averted her gaze.

“-But I didn’t need to. I know that, now. And I’m sorry that I did.”

He stared at her, trying to figure out what to take exactly from this confession. All those times she’d been difficult were for a reason. Her trust in the workforce had been tainted by a few bad apples. He couldn’t blame her, and was just happy that he could turn things around for her. He didn’t even do that much beyond showing her basic human decency. But she’d been rejected propriety before.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you. I figured as much when you told me what you did.” He reached for her hand but stopped himself short. “But they were wrong. You’re an incredibly beautiful, strong, and talented woman. To take advantage of you like they did showed that they were the true cowards, who could not meet the expectations for that promotion like you did.”

She was as red as a beet under her mask. “..You’re sure about that? Beautiful?”

“I don’t need to see what you look like to know that fact,” He insisted.

His heart was pounding in his chest from saying this. Little did he know hers was going crazy as well, causing her to rub her legs together nervously. He just told her he thought she was beautiful - and not from her face or body that those men ogled at, but from her personality and what she proved she could do. It was incomparable to anything she ever heard before.

“And I think you’re just as handsome,” She met boldly. “Deacon, you’re such a smart guy, and I wish you wouldn’t think otherwise. You know a lot of things I don’t, you’ve read so many books and passages…I don’t care what Kane or anyone else thinks about you. You’ve proved to me that you’re intelligent, despite your poor decision-making just now.”

He audibly groaned, clearly embarrassed with the mistake that led them into their current position. She didn’t want this detail to deter from her point, so she continued:

“Stop undermining yourself. Things happen out of your control, and you do the best you can. We could’ve been imprisoned or even killed , had you not thought on your feet to get us off that ship. So what if Kane is a hardass - I’d promote you myself after everything I’ve seen happen!”

She could hear the smirk in his voice. “Bold of you to call him a hardass.”

“I don’t think we’re getting promoted anytime soon, so I’ll say whatever I want.” She replied firmly.

Something softened in his eyes as he looked at her. He leaned to his side to hug her again, and the only thing that surprised her was that he initiated it this time. His hold on her was gentle but ever so needful, and she gladly met the embrace with similar intentions. She lifted her chin to rest it on his shoulder.

“You really think that?” He asked quietly.

“Of course. They were right, you know. I really am lucky to get to work with you like I have,” She nestled her face deeper in his cape, not caring if it gave her away or not. “Thank you for putting up with me all this time.”

His figure stiffened and he pulled away to look her adamantly in the eye. “You have got to stop doing that. I never ‘put up’ with you. You’ve been a blessing in my life, to give me your friendship and company. I’m forever grateful, Dea.”

…None of this was turning out how either of them thought.

The fact that they could not physically pull away from each other added to the closeness they felt mentally. He spilled about his long-hidden insecurities to her without even knowing if she would show any sympathy, and she trusted him enough to tell him about a terrible time from her past. In doing so, they revealed just how much they trusted each other, and desperately wanted to lay their souls bare to one another.

Deacon could think of no other person he minded being handcuffed to. He mentally cursed and thanked Boochbeard at the same time.

Her mind seemed to be on the same subject, as her eyes drifted to the metal between them. “...I’m guessing you don’t have the key to this, otherwise you would have used it by now?”

He shook his head. “The key is on the chain those rogues have right now.”

“No backup?”

“I carry nearly 40 keys on that ring. No, I don’t have any ‘backups’.”

Her eyes drifted away despite never releasing her hold on his shoulder. “You shouldn’t have done any of that.”

“I know. It was a careless mistake.”

“No, I mean…you don’t have to prove yourself by doing something that…risky .” Her tone was akin to scolding. “What did you have to prove by taking down Boochbeard? The fact that you went and re-captured almost everyone you lost was impressive on its own. You didn’t need more than that.”

He shrunk down on himself, both ashamed and defensive. “He has no idea how much he’s taken from me. I wanted to have revenge for what he did.”

“And in doing so, you nearly lost everything again. You should prioritize what’s more important.”

He looked at her thoughtfully, his eyes scanning her up-and-down. “You’re more perceptive than usual. How long have you been keeping this from me?”

“I’m tired of holding so much back from you,” She felt exhausted. “We’ve been working together so close and yet share so little. I’m at fault for that, too.”

He stared at her a little longer before finally removing his hands and reaching for the oar. She took the message and grabbed hers, helping him paddle and falling into their previous rhythm almost automatically.

The air was light between them again - but there was still something lingering about. A subject that would have to be addressed, but neither of them did not dare bring it up.

----

They spent a good 20 minutes paddling. By now, the sun was starting to set and the wind was getting chilly. Dea was glad she had layers on, but her head felt colder than usual. She looked over at Deacon and felt jealous for his overly-layered uniform and cape. There was no doubt he was as warm as ever right now.

She prudently scooted closer just to steal some of his heat. He looked over in surprise and noticed she had stopped moving her oar. She rested on his side and looked out at the sea.

“If we do make it back…what do you think you’re going to do?” She asked.

“Have a very unpleasant chat with the Supreme Commander,” He muttered.

“No, I mean afterwards. If we lose our jobs…what would you do?”

He thought about this question carefully. He was more focused on redeeming himself when things went awry, rather than coming up with a back-up plan. He never thought of what else he would do if he wasn’t an Elite. It just seemed like something he was supposed to do. It wasn’t until Dea came around that he ever entertained the idea of something else.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly.

“I still think you would make a great musician,” She hummed, leaning more on him than she realized. “I could see you playing instruments at those fancy balls, or even for a movie.”

“I would like that.” He waited a moment before turning to her. “What about you? What would you do?”

“Knowing my luck, I’ll probably end up as a servant for some rich Valencian woman.”

He tut-tutted at her. “You should aim higher. You could sing for me, and I could play for you. We’ll be a wonderful duet that makes lots of gold.”

She giggled at his playful tone, picturing this idea in her head and finding that she… didn’t dislike it. That would be the best outcome, wouldn’t it? To still be with Deacon after all of this? And do something that they both loved to do, with each other ? The blush returned to her cheeks and she hastily sat up.

He felt the loss of her presence and turned in surprise, hoping he hadn’t offended Dea.

Her eyes were locked on something behind him. He turned around and his jaw dropped in shock. Coming towards them was a ship - and not just any ship, but an Armada frigate. He jumped to his feet and began signaling to them. Dea forced him down with her wrist to rummage around for the flare kept in the escape boats. As soon as she found it, she let it off, jumping with glee as they turned in their direction and began sailing to them.

“Yes!” The Emissary cheered in relief, tears forming at the ends of his eyes.

-----

“No!” Deacon exclaimed, seeing who it was that picked them up.

Dea looked ahead once they were on the safety of the deck. A colorful man was approaching them, dressed in blue and red and wearing half of a theater mask broken into two sides of comedy and tragedy. He was wearing a jester’s suit, carrying around his own marotte and making a jingling sound as the bells on his hat swayed to and fro.

“Deacon!” He extended his arms in kind. The spymaster clenched his fists as they closed the gap, stopping not too far in front of him.

“Why in the Spiral are you captaining a ship this late?”

“Someone doesn’t sound grateful that I rescued them,” The man’s voice was expressive and teasing. “Might I ask what * you’re* doing in the middle of the ocean at this hour?”

Deacon groaned, clearly not wanting to disclose why, but was unsure how to avoid the subject. “..My ship was taken by Boochbeard and Mr. Gandry. Dea and I escaped, but our crew are being held hostage by those pirates.”

His eyes went to her. Her first notice was that he had heterochromia. His right eye was blue, similar to Deacon’s, while the left was brown. He smirked then, and she realized this was the first person in the Armada she met wearing a mask who she could also see emoting. It was gratifying to see.

“Ah! I’ve heard so much about your little ‘partner’ here,” He moved to her and pointed his marotte in her direction. “How is it working with my brother? Completely unbearable, I presume?”

“Phule,” Deacon warned.

His eyes moved down to the handcuffs keeping them together. His eyes widened and he shortly fell into laughter.

“Phule!” He was pleading by this point.

“How in the Spiral’s name did THIS happen? No, no, wait. Don’t tell me. Boochbeard did it?”

“How do you know?” Dea finally spoke up, looking at him curiously. He was quite a character. At least his playful attitude reflected the costume he wore.

“He’s got a wild sense of humor. It’s only ever funny when he plays with Deacon.” He passed his younger brother a knowing smile before glancing back at the handcuffs. “Quite a pickle you two are in, I must say.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have any keys to this, would you?” Her partner mumbled.

“Me? No. Sometimes I get the privilege to arrest people, but that’s your job.” He shrugged. “Sorry, fratellino. I can’t help you.”

“Then we have to get back to Valencia. Can you take us?”

“Sure I can. But it’s getting late, and my crew have to rest, so we can head out tomorrow.” He looked between the two, seeming to think about something. A mischievous grin grew on his lips. “You must be exhausted…if you’d like, you can use my cabin in the meantime.”

“How are we supposed to sleep with this on?” Dea asked, holding up their handcuffed wrists to make her point.

“There’s one bed. You do the math.”

Deacon was offended. “That is highly inappropriate–”

“Your choice! The floor or my bed.”

The two exchanged a weary glance. They’ve shared a cabin together, where their beds were not so far apart. It wouldn’t be a big deal…despite the butterflies in Dea’s stomach and Deacon’s sudden inability to breathe properly. When they nodded to him, Phule clapped his hands in delight - in which Dea noticed he was only wearing one glove - and he happily showed them to his small cabin.

“Try not to be too noisy,” Was his last remark before he slammed the door.

Deacon turned, about to yell at him, but noticed he was long-gone. He rubbed his temple in frustration as they looked around the room. The bed wasn’t terribly big and there was a window above it, which enabled the moonlight to hit the mattress and make it harder to sleep. Besides a small table and a chair, that’s all there was to the quaint cabin.

Dea realized how privileged they had been to receive a roomier space in comparison. She considered herself lucky they were offered this right now.

“Sorry about him,” The man beside her grumbled. “He’s an idiot.”

“That’s your brother? Phule?”

“My older one, yes.”

“...You hinted to me that Rooke is your brother, too. Is he not older than you?”

“Rooke and I are the same age,” He responded, acting like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re twins.”

Dea struggled to receive this information. “You two look the same?”

They took this opportunity to sit on the bed, forced to be close as they awkwardly hung their legs over the edge. This arrangement would not be easy to figure out. That seemed to be the last thing on her mind, as she continued to sputter at him.

“But he’s so much taller and bigger than you!”

“Thanks for pointing that out. I had no idea,” He quipped sarcastically.

She shrunk in on herself. “Sorry…I just can��t believe it. It explains a lot.”

“What does it explain, exactly?”

“Twins are closer than other siblings. You get along with him better than you seem to do with Phule.”

He opened his mouth to refute, but she made a good point. He was closer and more familiar with Rooke than his other kinsman. Being twins had a lot to do with that - not to mention they naturally got along better. He clenched his teeth imagining the eventual judgment he’d have to face from him and Kane. Again.

“I still feel so embarrassed,” Dea brought up shyly. Deacon looked at her and curled an eyebrow under his mask.

“Embarrassed for what?”

“How I acted around Rooke. I must’ve looked so stupid. Do you think he thought less of me?”

Something ached in his chest at this subject. He’d forgotten all about her fawning over his brother. The memory wasn’t pleasant to remember. He suddenly felt ridiculous for ever having feelings for Dea. Rooke was a much better - and more fitting - suitor for her caliber.

“No. He thought you were cute,” He sighed in defeat.

“Did he..?” She laughed, but it sounded too nervous to be genuine. “I can’t believe I had a crush on him. Although, I guess everybody does, huh?”

“You had a crush on him?” Deacon feigned surprise. Dea flinched and turned away. He hadn’t anticipated that reaction and regretted making the comment.

“I’m sorry for acting like that,” Her mood dropped. “He was talked about so well, too, but not in the way you were. I think everybody who hasn’t worked with Rooke just likes him because he’s big and strong. And that must be pretty unfair to him, isn’t it?”

“Again, that’s an insightful comment you’re making,” He told her in shock.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I feel so bad. I knew nothing about him but I still acted that way. If you ask me, you should’ve been talked about like he was.” She said sheepishly.

“Me? No. I’m…I'm not like him.”

“You’re not and I like that.” She confessed, looking at their hands. “You’re just as impressive as he is. If everyone knew that, I think they’d say the same things about you.”

His eyes had gone to their hands as well, noticing how close they were. Just nearly touching but not enough. He wanted to move but didn’t dare risk anything. “I wish that were true.”

Did she know about his other insecurities? Why else would she say these things? Was Dea aware of how Deacon constantly compared himself to his brother, always feeling like he was under-performing? That he wasn’t enough? It bothered him, sometimes, that they were twins - similar in every aspect except their size, which seemed to matter the most apparently. It was assumed that Rooke was the oldest because he was the biggest, but that wasn’t true. Even Phule was offended each time he was referred to as the ‘younger brother’.

Rooke was humble and always gave credit where it was due. He was the best family Deacon could ask for. He was just tired of everyone putting him in his shadow when Rooke gave every attempt to make things different.

He gave a smile that Dea could not see. At least she understood.

“Alright…you take off your shoes first, then I’ll do mine.”

He looked at their hands and then to their feet. He did as was told, allowing Dea to lean down afterwards and peel off her boots. They would have no other choice but to sleep in these clothes tonight…Deacon brought his hand to unclip his cape from his shoulders and set it aside, followed by his hat. He expected Dea to do the same until he remembered about the missing part of her apparel.

“By the way, how exactly did you lose your hat?”

“Fell off my head and into the water,” She replied sadly.

She hovered her hands over her mask. She didn’t want to sleep in the thing, it was disgusting when she woke up in her drool and sweat the last time, but she had little choice. It was bugging her now…to have to worry about her mask of all things. Why couldn’t she just take it off since Deacon thought her beautiful regardless of it? Would it even change anything?

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Thinking how we’re going to manage this,” She lied.

“My left hand and your right are cuffed. You sleep on that side, I sleep over here. If we lay on our sides, then we don’t have to worry about our arms locking up.”

There was one problem with that idea – They had to lay facing each other.

Dea’s eyes traveled down to his last layer of clothing, feeling it intimate to see him like this so closely. His eyes were open as well - not trying to look at her, but the wall behind her. When they made contact, she was embarrassed to have her wandering eye caught.

“I’m sorry about today,” He spoke in a hushed whisper.

“About losing our ship and all our crew?"

“I’m sorry things turned out like this. I…” His mouth sounded to open for a few seconds before she heard it shut. “If there’s a way I can make it up-.”

“I just want them back. I want everything back.” She confessed sadly.

“As do I…”

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“Pets”

baal/Venti/Zhongli smut

warnings: overstim, edging, degradation, inappropriate use of visions, dom!baal

Venti was the first to stir awake, his vision hazy. The bonds of Electro around his wrists tingled against his pale skin, making him let out a small sound of discomfort that echoed in the silent room.

Zhongli awoke not long after, a deep groan escaping him as he realized he was in the same position as Venti- wrists bound, clothes torn and skin bruised, kneeling before…a throne?

Each of them realized their surroundings as they looked up.

Before them was an elaborate amethyst and yumemiru wood throne, backed by intricate screens covering the walls, all displaying the Electro sigil. And on the throne rested the Empress of Eternity, the Raiden Shogun herself.

Baal.

The expression on her face was nigh unreadable, but her posture was as unbothered as ever, legs crossed nonchalantly and her head resting in her hand as she leaned on one arm of the throne. Her guards were nowhere to be seen, but even without them, her presence was intimidating.

“So…the impotent gods themselves. It’s been a while. Barbatos, Morax.”

Zhongli’s low voice was the first to speak back. “I must say, Baal, this seems quite like a threat. Hardly polite behavior when addressing another archon-“

“Hush. You have no Gnosis, either of you. I see no archons before me. Only two fallen gods who failed to keep their reign intact.”

She stood gracefully, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached them. As she walked past, she gripped Venti’s hair and pulled harshly, forcing him to look back at her. The sudden movement forced a yelp from the bard.

“You have been silent, Barbatos…perhaps you suspect already why you have been brought here?”

“I-I-“ Venti’s usual snarky response refused to come, and even his stuttering was cut off by another high-pitched sound as she yanked his hair again. With a few steps she was in front of him, and she crouched to meet his eyes. Her half-gloved hand reached out to grab his chin, turning his face side to side before forcing him to face her again. He met her eyes for just a moment, but already she could see fear being replaced by…excitement? What a pathetic little masochist, she thought as she stood up abruptly, releasing his jaw.

“I will tell you why you have been brought here. So I may offer you a choice.”

“Your precious Traveler has been defeated. And yet again, you have failed to end my reign. It is only a matter of time before Inazuma reigns eternal not just over these islands, but over Mondstadt and Liyue as well. Of course, I will not offer you a place as my equal, but…even gods get lonely over the expanse of eternity. So I offer you this. Fight against me and lose, sentencing your kingdoms to destruction. Or…take your place kneeling by my throne, enjoy a life of comfort, and…your kingdoms shall be safe under my rule.”

Both were silent in response- and Baal was not having that. She glared at them.

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You either die fighting for regions who will be decimated the moment I strike you down, or you protect your homes and become, well…”

“Pets.”

Zhongli froze instantly, but Venti was still so hazy that it took him a moment to process. When he did, he went silent with shock, staring at Baal in that same mix of fear and excitement. She narrowed her eyes. Obviously Morax would be harder to break…

“You are not convinced? Hmm. Well…perhaps I may have to put in some extra work.”

Baal rose to her feet and approached Venti, gripping his hair again- though, gentler this time than before. Her hand moved down to caress his cheek, and a barely audible whine escaped his throat. She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes steadily.

“You’ll be a good pet, yes?”

Venti hesitated for only a moment before nodding fervently, leaning into her hand. Her hand was just so soft…he was doing this to save Mondstadt, right?

Right?

She half-sneered at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward by it, towards her throne. He stumbled, unable to crawl properly with his hands bound, but he certainly tried his best to make it to the throne. When Baal finally settled into her seat, she smiled at him and freed his hands from the electro bonds. “Good boy,” she cooed with a condescending leer. “Up onto my lap now.”

Venti scrambled to obey, crawling up into her plush lap, but she clicked her tongue at him. “Other way, pet. Face Morax, will you?” He nodded again and turned, hesitantly meeting Zhongli’s eyes. The expression in them was a mixture of shock and disgust at how easily Venti had broken, but somehow the disgust just spurred him on.

Baal’s arms wrapped around Venti’s waist to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. She left it on once she was done, hanging open on the anemo archon’s small frame, and let him shift his hips up so she could tug off his shorts and tights. He scrambled to do so, and when he was finally bare besides his shirt, he had to hold back an impatient whine, trying to sneakily grind his cock against the arm around his waist. Baal just chuckled at him, moving her arm away just to hear his desperate whine as he thrusted his hips into air. “Aren’t you a needy little thing, hmm?”

The words were pouring out before Venti could stop himself. “Yes, y-yes I am, pl-lease-“

Baal hushed him, grabbing his chin with one hand to make sure his face stayed turned towards Zhongli. She spat on her other hand before wrapping it around his cock. The first noise that came from Venti was a sigh of pleasure and relief, but his whole body immediately stiffened up and he keened when he felt a tiny current of electro roll through his skin. “O-oh!” He choked out in surprise, bucking his hips

up towards her hand for more of that sensation. She obliged him, the currents getting stronger as his moans rose in pitch. Venti could barely keep his eyes open to look at Zhongli, but when he did, he was surprised to see a flash of excitement in Zhongli’s eyes, one that the geo archon quickly hid behind disgust.

“Look at him, Morax. Isn’t he a pathetic little darling? Doesn’t he fit into his role of pet so well?”

She paused for a moment to cover Venti’s neck and shoulders in bites and kisses.

“I wonder how long it will take you to break too.”

Venti’s small frame shuddered and jolted with each current she sent through him, and eventually one of his hands reached back to grip Baal’s thigh for support, his nails digging in slightly. “Ha-ah, oh, o-oh that feels g-good-“ he whimpered, the condescending chuckle that Baal responded with only making him squirm even more.

Then a particularly strong current came from her hand, and there he was, stiffening up with a shudder and coming.

Baal stopped for a moment in surprise, but quickly regained her momentum. “Awww, was that too much? Too much for your pathetic little cock?” Venti squirmed and shook his head no quite insistently, giving a few embarrassed whines. “N-n-o, I can t-take mo-ore, ‘m not pa-pathetic-“

“Oh, yes you are, and I love it.”

She gave him no warning before she started up again, the currents even stronger this time. Venti yelped and thrusted up into her hand, hips struggling her loose grip, but she gave a rather tame slap to his thigh, and he settled down quickly enough. “‘m sorry, ‘m s-so-orry-“ he hiccuped, starting to tear up with sensitivity. She shushed him, though her tone was slightly gentler. “That’s alright, pet, would you like me to slow down?” Venti immediately shook his head no, trembling in her lap. More tears started rolling down his cheeks at the thought of her stopping now.

“Nononono pleas-se, don’t stop!” He cried, his nails digging in further into the flesh of Baal’s thigh. “Want m-more, more, ple-please?”

Baal hummed in agreement, but rather than speed up her pace, she shifted the way he sat on her lap, nudging his legs apart until each one rested on an arm of the throne. Venti’s moans carried a hint of confusion now, but then Baal took the hand that wasn’t around his cock and ran her fingers over his tip, collecting the precum there.

And then, those two fingers slid down to circle his hole, and Venti nearly threw his head back in pleasure when the first finger slipped inside of him.

Baal had completely taken his breath away now, starting to curl her fingers in that oh-so-perfect way once she’d added a second finger. Despite making it clear that she was in control, she was gentle with him, so gentle Venti could fool himself that she cared.

She did, of course, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

She was careful to observe his actions, desperate and lewd as they might be. He wasn’t attempting to rock back against her fingers yet, so she assumed the stretch must still burn a bit. Baal decided slowing her pace a bit may help, but then the tiny god’s hand reached down to wrap tightly around her wrist, as if to say, “no, keep going!” She wouldn’t deny him that when he’d been so good for her so far, so she didn’t slow too much.

It was another moment before Venti started moving against her hand and she decided that meant he was alright. He was full-on crying in pleasure now; poor thing was completely overwhelmed, and Baal tried to keep that in mind when she curled her fingers gently into that perfect spot inside of him. He jerked up in her lap with a high-pitched whimper at that, babbling incoherent nonsense that occasionally included her name. She shushed him soothingly, placing tender kisses against his pale throat, but didn’t slow, wanting to push him to that edge again. Venti started to double over as if trying to hide his coming climax, but she caught him, moving her hand away from his cock momentarily to press him back against her chest. Too fucked-out to struggle against that, he slumped against her as she returned her hand to his cock, her fingers still working inside of him.

“So, pet…how do you feel about my proposal now? Have I managed to convince you?”

“Yesyesyesy-yes, wanna be y-yours, please, j-just- just- just let me cu-cum, please-“

Baal chuckled, directing a wolfish smile towards Zhongli for a moment. “Go on then, darling, you can cum.”

Venti tensed up with a string of “thankyou-“s falling from his lips. His thighs shook as he came again.

Venti’s exhausted body went limp, and Baal kissed his forehead, shifting him to the side of her lap so he could curl up against her chest. “Good boy,” she cooed at him, stroking his hair as she carefully pulled her fingers out of him.

Then, as Venti was starting to drift off in her lap, she turned to Zhongli. “Your turn, Rex Lapis,” she said, somehow managing to make the title sound so utterly disrespectful. She tapped the ground with her foot.

“Here, boy.”

Zhongli scoffed at her at first, not moving an inch. But then she snapped her fingers and a band of electro wrapped around his neck like a collar. She made a come-hither motion and the collar tugged him forward. “I said, here, boy.”

Zhongli reluctantly obeyed, unable to deny that being treated like a lapdog made his core tighten. He crawled over to her foot, looking up at her. Her hand reached down as if she were a gracious goddess, bestowing a gift, and she brushed his hair out of his face before tugging on it.

“You see, Morax, Barbatos was a good boy, and he was rewarded for it. Only good boys get rewards, only good boys get their mistress’s hand. And you have not quite met my standards. So.”

She outstretched her leg towards him, never freeing him from the electro bonds the way she had with Venti. “Go on, brat. Get off on my leg like the dog you are.”

Zhongli gave a whine of protest, wanting more than her leg, but her quick glare silenced him as she turned back to Venti, whose face she covered in kisses.

He scooted forward and settled himself in front of her leg, face burning in humiliation, and started to grind slowly against it. The first moan that came from him was almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe something like this would feel so, so good. Even his next few moans were choked as he started rutting against her leg a little faster, turning his face to hide it in the inside of her leg. His eyes rolled back in his head when she tugged him out by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Baal tsked disapprovingly at him.

“Oh no no, that will never do. You will look at your mistress so she can watch that stubborn, bratty face melt. Now. Continue. A little faster, if you think you can handle it; perhaps if you’re a good boy I’ll let you sit on my lap and ride my thigh instead.”

That was incentive enough for Zhongli, who picked up his pace with a whimper, holding eye contact with Baal the entire time. He almost wanted to cry in shame when he, still looking her in the eyes, started to pant like a dog, overwhelmed from how good it felt. But she just cooed at him and ruffled his hair. “Awww, there we go, see? Isn’t it nice to give up control, Morax? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nodded with a whine that was significantly lower in pitch than Venti’s, but no less adorable.

“Words, pet.”

“Y-yes mistress, ‘t feels s-s-so good, f-feels- a-ah, hah!”

She smiled graciously at his answer, and then gestured for him to come sit up on her lap, next to Venti, who was slowly stirring awake again. Immediately, Zhongli obeyed, starting to grind on her soft thigh and letting out a moan.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” She asked him, her tone almost bored.

“Ye-es, I c-can, I promi-ise-“

“Good.”

Baal shifted Venti in her lap slightly so Zhongli would have room. Venti gave a confused whine, but she soothed him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Now, here are the rules. You go on and strip for me, Morax-“ before she even finished that sentence, Zhongli was up and pulling off his clothes, tossing them to the side and settling back on her lap.

“-good pet- now, you sit here on my lap, and I’ll let you use my hand. But don’t you even think about cumming until I tell you to. Understood?”

Zhongli nodded quickly, a grateful moan catching in his throat as Baal started to stroke his cock. It took less than a few moments to have his head falling forward, his breath short and heavy. He squirmed as if trying to get away from her hand and get more of her at the same time, and she sneered. “What? You think you deserve what I gave Barbatos?”

Zhongli shook his head. “N-no, I d-don’t, but-but- p-please- I want-“

His sentence was cut off by a breathless cry as she sent those same electric currents she’d used on Venti through him as well. Now he understood why Venti had gone half insane over this- oh, it felt so good, slightly painful but good. His hands shot out to grip her shoulders tightly. When he realized what he was doing, he looked up at her with a panicked expression, but she nodded. “That’s alright, you can hold on.” He whimpered out his thanks as his hips started to jerk in her grip, trembling as the currents grew stronger. Oh, he was so close, and-

Fuck. He’d forgotten her rule.

He looked up at her again, this time more pleading. When she didn’t seem to notice, he pawed at her shoulder. “P-Please, mistress, please, c-c-ah- can I c-cum- I need- I n-need to, ah-“

Baal met his eyes with a bored expression. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, Ye-es, I’ve been g-good, please!”

“Hmm. Why don’t we ask Barbatos.”

Baal turned to Venti with a soft smile, petting his head. “Do you think we should let him cum, darling?”

Venti met his eyes for a moment long enough to leave Zhongli panicking. Then he nodded weakly, and Zhongli sobbed in relief.

“Go on then, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli completely collapsed as he came. While the electro currents worked him through that climax, he folded into himself, sobbing in pleasure. Baal petted his hair like she had Venti’s, comforting him as he came down.

“Good boy, Morax~”

Baal opened her arms for him and Zhongli shifted to mimic the way Venti was sitting, curling up against Baal as he caught his breath. He had to admit, this was…nice. Being a pet hadn’t sounded good at first, but if this was what he got out of it…

“I must say, I’m quite excited to have two new pets…”

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