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THINK I FORGOT, HOW TO BE HAPPY.
⤷ what was I made for? | something i’m made for
જ⁀➴ synopsis: after hanging out with Suguru's friends, you head home and can't wait to bury it down like you always do. But when your boyfriend insists on knowing what upset you, the night takes a turn for the worst.
જ⁀➴ word count: 2,8k
જ⁀➴ content warning: fem!reader, hurt/no comofrt, angst, fights, suguru is a little mean and says mean shit but reader isn’t any better.
જ⁀➴ note: sorry for the long wait, i'm struggling to work on many things at once. but a huge thank you for showing the first part so much love! it was truly unexpected.
ʚ⁺˖ ⤷ tag list: @error404-tryagain @fiannee @anarosextodo @ayeputita (couldn't tag everyone for some reason, my bad!)
⤷ comments and reblogs are much appreciated!
Suguru remembers when he first fell in love with you, how his face felt warm when you wrapped your arms around him and told him to have a safe trip, the little bag of goodies you had prepared for him sitting atop of his suitcase. He remembers pulling you into a deep kiss in the middle of a crowded airport, and he wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, has never been—but something about you caring for him, preparing food for his flight and showing up as he was about to board made his heart leap out of his chest.
Your first I love you to each other was shared when you realized you couldn’t handle being away from each other for longer than a day. You move in together shortly after he returns from his travel.
You don’t remember when you started to feel out of place, but it makes its way up and towards the back of your head like a parasite—your emotions were always too much for anyone to handle. You recently had a breakdown over messing up at work, and you’ve never seen Suguru look more lost than when he tried to comfort you. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern, he looks defeated when you refuse to let him touch or hug you. You were a mess, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
When you do calm down and are finally able to breathe properly, your brain flashes you little moments from your breakdown like a flashback—almost as though to shame and embarrass you for the way you behaved, all while your perfect boyfriend looks defeated at your lack of cooperation. You’re not sure if it is true, you hope that it’s not—but you see Suguru sit at the edge of the bed and bury his face in his hands and he curses under his breath. He looks tired.
It’s because of me.
When Suguru notices that your breakdowns become less frequent, he is convinced that you are slowly working towards getting better, praises and showers you with compliments. This is the Suguru you always want to see, full of life and love and not the one you saw that night.
And so you decide that from now on, Suguru wasn’t made to see you at your lowest.
--
Dinner ends an hour later and you almost run out of the restaurant and towards the car. Suguru is quick to join you, and from the corner of your eyes, you see Gojo standing near his car and his eyes are staring into your soul. You were grateful that he didn’t tell your boyfriend about the bathroom incident. You confided in the male at such a vulnerable moment and you would’ve been pretty upset if he went against your wishes.
You’re as quiet as ever as Suguru starts the car and drives away. You’re mindful of the way you sit not to face Suguru, and decide on letting him pick the songs to play on the way back. And your boyfriend doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re avoiding him like the plague, after all this wasn’t the first time you were eerily quiet on the way back home. But you were wrong.
Suguru watches you as you walk inside your shared apartment and remove your shoes. You’re not wearing any specific expression indicating that you might be upset. After all, you did have a habit of frowning as a resting face. But it feels different as you quietly greet your cat with a head pat, choosing to head to the kitchen first since you knew Suguru would go to the bathroom for a quick shower.
You were avoiding him.
“Did I do something?” Your boyfriend watches as you halt your movements, the glass of water in your hand long forgotten as you stare at him wide eyed, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Huh?”
“You’re avoiding me, did something happen?” Suguru tries to remember the night you spent outside. He has no clear memory of saying or doing something that you might’ve tipped you over the edge, so what was wrong? You were never this quiet.
“I’m fine, Sugu. You didn’t do anything.” The smile you flash him does anything but reassure him. You ignore the frown that sits on his face and you turn around, your back facing him as you try to busy yourself with something—anything, but facing the man you called your boyfriend.
“Then why are you acting so distant?” So he was able to pick up on it. You hoped that he wouldn’t be able to, maybe breaking up with him would be much easier that way. You are quiet as ever as you turn around and walk toward the fridge.
You were distant because Suguru wasn’t supposed to see you like this, he wasn’t supposed to know how much of an insecure mess you were when he was around, how you were desperately trying to get him to fall out of love. You can barely say I love you to him without feeling guilty about it. Did you truly deserve his love? It felt like he was wasting his time on someone as miserable as you.
“I am not distant, just tired.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were tired. You wanted to sleep so badly, wanted to drown the lingering thoughts of never feeling enough as Suguru’s girlfriend, but feeling whole and complete when you are yourself outside of your relationship. This was a you problem, and dragging Suguru down with you felt a little unfair.
“You were crying in the restaurant.” Your heart stills at this. “But you lied and said you were fine.”
“Did Satoru—“
“Satoru doesn’t know you better than I do.” His tone is sharp, and you’re taken aback by the harsh way he chooses to address you. Was this about to escalate into something else? You didn’t want it to, you didn’t have the energy to fight back and tell him to choose his tone carefully. You might’ve been the easy-going, kind girlfriend—but you weren’t going to tolerate disrespect from his part.
“You’re right, he doesn’t.” You sound almost defeated, and you put your glass in the sink before wiping your hands on the towel. Suguru stands near the kitchen island, and watches you with cat-like eyes. You were barely looking his way, the dark circles under your eyes prominent despite your effort at covering them up with make-up. When did Suguru start paying less attention to you? Or did you simply never allow him to see you like this, vulnerable and exhausted. His heart aches in his chest.
“So you won’t tell me?” You’re about to walk away when he decides to speak, and you heave out a long sigh when you realize that the night was taking a turn for the worst.
“Tell you what?” You mumble under your breath, and you refuse to meet Suguru’s cold eyes. You can feel them on your skin, they’re intense and trying to read you like a book. Perhaps if you don’t look his way, his stare would feel less intimidating.
“Would you please just stop?” Suguru rests his elbows on his the surface of the kitchen island, burying his face in his hands. “I’m really trying to figure out what’s wrong, and you’re not helping.”
“Maybe because I don’t want to tell you what’s wrong.” Your response comes out almost immediately, and the frustration you’ve been suppressing all night suddenly resurfaces. Months of trying to play it cool, sweeping your insecurities under the rug and hoping that a kiss from Suguru would fix all of your problems, it was all piling up into this huge bubble. And the more persistent your boyfriend was, the harder it was to stay quiet.
“What do you mean you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong?” Suguru’s voice is a little bit louder, and he’s almost in disbelief at your words. You were dating, you slept on the same bed, ate on the same table and cuddled on the same couch. You weren’t a girl he started dating last month, or a person he was testing out the waters with—you weren’t even a potential lifetime partner, but he was almost certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
“Because it’s useless to whine to you about shit you don’t need to know. My problems are mine, you don’t have to fix me.” You feel yourself shake a little the more you speak, your heart is beating fast at the realization that this was a conflict—you were creating a conflict and it felt suffocating.
“Fix you—who said I have to fix you?”
“Right, no one did—Suguru, just drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But I do.” His tone is sharp, and his hands are curled up in fists. His eyes are staring you down the same way he looks at strangers—threatening, cold and mean. You find yourself tearing up and it makes you feel stupid. You started this, you’re the one who doesn’t feel enough in the relationship—you’re the one being mean, and yet a single look from Suguru has you almost bursting into tears? Pathetic. You felt pathetic and weak, and the longer your boyfriend stared at you, the harder it was to maintain a normal breathing pattern.
“Suguru, I don’t want to talk about it.” You try again, and you hope that your voice doesn’t betray and breaks. Tonight has been exhausting enough, and the thought of having to speak up what has been on your mind for months now makes your chest feel incredibly tight.
“You’re being selfish.”
Selfish? You were being selfish?
You stare at Suguru in disbelief and he immediately realizes how badly he must’ve fucked up because the tears start falling down your cheeks almost instantly. You, who has been pushing her feelings to the side for the sake of his happiness, were selfish? You, who can’t even remember the last time you were truly happy about something, were selfish? This is bullshit.
“I’m selfish?” Your chin quivers pathetically, and Suguru is quick to reach a hand towards you to hold you, but you flinch away from his hold, arms wrapped you to give yourself the comfort Suguru wanted to give you.
“I am selfish, me?!” Your voice is getting louder, but you didn’t care. All the frustration, all the sadness and insecurities were all coming up to the surface because of one single comment.
“Baby, I didn’t—“
“Don’t call me that, don’t you fucking dare touch me!” You move away when he attempts to hold you. “I’m selfish because I don’t wanna tell my perfect boyfriend with his perfect personality about my shitty problems. That’s just fucking great, isn’t it?”
The last time Suguru saw you like this was months ago and he doesn’t even realize it until now. All those times where you would brush off something that would normally set you off, give him a tight lipped smile and tell him not to worry.
“Your problems aren’t shitty, you don’t even want to talk about them!”
“Because every time I tried, it felt like I was robbing you of your fucking happiness, Suguru!” Your voice is loud. “Every time I realized that my mood was ruined, I could only think of how you must be fed up with me.”
“But I’m not? I never even said that I was fed up!” Suguru’s body language completely changes, and suddenly he’s not even trying to comfort you. More so understand where all of this was coming from.
“Your face says it all and fuck--” You groan into your face, your cheeks flushed from frustration.
“Oh so now it’s my face?” You raise your head to stare at him. “One moment you’re saying it’s how I behave, but now it’s all in my face?”
“You’re missing the whole point, Suguru—“
“No, I’m not missing anything! You are the one who created this situation, you’re the one who decided to pull away!” Each word feels like a knife being stabbed into your heart. You stare at the man who usually gives you warm, sweet smiles and all of that is replaced with a cold angry look.
“Suguru—“
“Selfish. Yeah, actually I don’t take it back. You are selfish,”
“Stop.” your lips quivers.
“Because if you actually wanted this to work out, you would tell me what’s wrong instead of finding excuses.”
“You’re being mean, Sugu.”
Your boyfriend groans out of frustration and leans against the kitchen counter. You stand still next to the fridge, tears streaming down your face. You try to stop and wipe them away, but it feels as though you really needed this more than anything.
“I want to take a break.” You say quietly and Suguru’s head snaps up almost immediately.
��What?”
“I want to take a break from this—from you, I don’t think I can do it anymore.”
Instead of giving you a proper reply, Suguru storms out of the kitchen and grabs his jacket and car keys and is out of the house in less than a minute. You are frozen in your spot as you let the words you just uttered out loud sink in, and there’s a sense of guilt. You are pulling away from your relationship, you’re willingly taking a break and not looking back, but does it matter anymore?
This was by far your biggest fight with your boyfriend, and the way he stormed out at the mention of taking a break makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. But not anymore.
You can’t even remember the last time you were happy, and for it to go on for so long was so draining and tiring. You could barely recognize yourself anymore. Your feet take you towards your shared bedroom with Suguru and you start packing some of your stuff. Whether he agrees to the break or not is not important, because you were doing this for yourself. And if Suguru truly cared about you, he would let you do what is best for you.
--
Suguru didn’t know where he was going, he just wanted to get away from you and as soon as possible. The roads are empty, and he isn’t driving recklessly. In fact, he’s probably driving so slowly that it would look suspicious to anyone on the outside.
He parks the car on the side of the road and rests his forehead on the steering wheel. When did it turn into this? When did he become so absorbed in his personal life that he stopped including you or care for you? Suguru doesn’t want to blame himself, but it’s a little difficult. He thought he was living this picture perfect life with you, under one roof with a single pet and future plans ahead of you. But to fuck up this badly and call you selfish simply because you were struggling on your own was horrible.
And to make things worse, he stormed out of the house and left you there all alone. He groans into his hands.
“Fuck.” He wants to fix this. He doesn’t want a break, he doesn’t think that it’s necessary. But you looked serious about it, maybe he could talk you out of it.
He grabs his phone and dials your number, and when it takes a while for you to pick up he just knows that you must’ve been contemplating whether or not you wanted to take the call. Eventually, you do answer.
“I’m sorry,” the line on your side is quiet, so he continues. “I fucked up, I don’t think I should’ve said what I said and—“
“It’s not your fault.” Your nose is stuffed, but Suguru can tell from the tone of your voice that you were tired. “But I need some space, Suguru.”
Some space… So you were considering the break.
“We can work it out, we don’t have to take a break or anything, we can go on a date tomorrow morning and—“
“I called a cab, I’m going back to my place.” You cut him off, and Suguru hears you lock the door to his apartment. “I’m doing this for myself and for us,” Suguru closes his eyes when he realizes that there was truly no hope in talking you out of it.
“Okay… can I still text you?”
“No,” you reply quietly. “I don’t wanna think about you for a while.” He tries not to feel hurt but it’s difficult.
“I understand.” The line goes quiet for a while, and Suguru hears a few sniffles from your side and sighs.
“We’ll be okay, yeah?”
“Yeah,” You wipe a few tears. “I have to go now.”
“I love you.” Suguru waits for a response, and when you take too long to answer, his chest tightens a little.
“Take care, Sugu.”
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can I get a part two of the water god also do you watch or do the amazing digital circus or murder drones
((Here's part 2 of Yandere! Greek God x Mortal! Darking! And to answer your question, I have seen the amazing digital circus! I do not about murder drones, though. Is it interesting?))
The fates.
It was decided long ago that Ketos was to take a mortal woman as his wife. He was furious at first.
He raged at sea for several days and nights, protesting the fates' decision. It was futile, though. Once something was decided, it was woven into the fabric of one's destiny, permanently bonded together. There was nothing one could do except to accept it.
Ketos couldn't do anything besides his fate. He did contemplate killing every mortal woman by flooding the lands, but it would have been foolish to do so. He didn't want to face the ire of Zeus, who would no doubt come down to smite him if any of his mortal or potential mortal lovers were harmed or killed.
It wasn't until the fates came down and told him the name of his future mortal wife. Things changed when out of his arrogant curiosity, he decided to leave his realm to seek her out. He wanted to see for himself if she was worthy enough to be his wife.
And once he saw her, he did not expect to fall as hard as he did.
She was beautiful, not as beautiful as Aphrodite, but beautiful enough to be his wife. Things he had not imagined before, back when he abhorred the thought of a mortal being his betrothed, hit him and carried him away like the waves crashing against the earth.
He obsessed over her. Watching her from the sea everytime she took a walk along the sandy shore, taking on human forms to stalk her from afar, and even engaging in conversation with her in disguise just to hear what her voice sounds like among other things.
He had completely fallen for her. He decided the next time he saw her, he would come to her as himself and try to court her.
And well, their first meeting did not go as he had planned.
He had thought she would marvel at his magnificence. He was a God, for Zeus's sake! But she looked at him in fear. Distress plagued her beautiful features and he had no clue why. Surely, there was no reason why she would refuse a God like him, was there?
And so began an unique song and dance where he would try to court her, give her gifts, talk to her, all for it to be for naught! She refuses again and again.
And Ketos was starting to become angry...
How dare she refuse his love? She was his! The fates had already confirmed it! Her destiny lies and ends with him!
He grew increasingly impatient until it came bubbling up one day and he snapped.
He was already in a terrible mood after facing so many of her rejections. He saw her dreadful look and grew tired of her pleas as she refused yet again. But this time, he was going to have her one way or another.
He lashed out, making the calm waves rage and the clouds above heavy and gray.
He threatened her with the lives of her family, along with all the other villagers she lived and grew up with. He didn't care about any of them! If it took killing everyone around her for her to be his, he would gladly do it. Even if she died in the process, all he would have to do is go to Hades and pluck her soul out of the Underworld so that she can finally be with him. And if he couldn't, he was a God. He had all the time in the world to wait for you to reincarnate and take you as his wife then.
Luckily, he didn't need to go that far. Though reluctant, she finally agreed to come to him! He was ecstatic. She took his hand and he praised her for choosing him. It didn't matter if she wasn't happy at first. He'll make her see the positive sides to being his betrothed. All his thoughts reverted back to all the things he wanted to do with her...
He would love and cherish her as they will soon be husband and wife.
He was so happy to have her, his lovely wife.
((I think I may do a part 3 that's more of a look into their married life. Hope you enjoyed this one though!))
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Misunderstandings
Alec x Fem! Reader
Summary: Reader is under the impression that her mate, Alec, wants nothing to do with her. He decides to prove her wrong.
Warnings:
Smutty, smut, smut, smut
Blood kink
Dom/Sub vibes
Alec speaking in Italian
I suck at summaries.
Word Count: 3,499
A/N: Requested by the ever lovely @rosedpetal Alec isn't as dark as I wanted him to be, but there's always next time. *wink, wink*
I remember the moment our eyes met. That luscious pull, full of want and desire. A red string of fate, pulling and pulling until finally, we were right there before each other. I had heard of him, of course. The witch twins had quite the reputation in the vampire world, just how they liked to keep it.
He simply stared, slightly taken aback and just as surprised as I was. To top it off, we were on opposite sides of what could have easily become a battlefield. I had been called in as a witness for the Cullens. I was somewhat of an anomaly. Only one of three known human and vampire hybrids, including Bella and Edward's child.
When Aro had extended his hand, it was all over. I was kindly invited to stay in Voltera, with Alec. Everyone was well aware of the fact that the invitation was more of an order, and I accepted. I had wanted to be near him anyways. Who wouldn't want to be near their mate?
Well, apparently mine.
I had been here for nearly three months, and he avoided me like the plague.
When we did speak, our conversations were short and stilted, and he usually wore a pained expression.
And then I heard the conversation.
I had been looking through the books on the upper floor of the library, hoping that considering all the books here, there was a section with modern day thrillers. I needed something to keep me sane.
I heard his voice from below.
"Master Marcus?"
"Alec." Marcus answered, voice soft.
"Is there any way to change it?"
I backed away from the railing slowly, pressing my back into the shelves. I could still see them both from my position, their silhouettes highlighted by the large fire in the center of the library.
"This is the second time you have asked me this, Alec." There was a warning in Marcus' tone that I had never heard before. "My answer has not changed."
"But she's part human!" Alec growled.
They were talking about me. I clasped my hands over my mouth in an effort to keep quiet, but I couldn't stop the tears. My mate didn't want me.
Marcus stood suddenly. "Be happy that you have a mate at all, boy."
Alec suddenly stiffened and looked right at me. Perhaps he smelled my tears, or maybe he finally heard the slow beat of my heart. A flurry of emotions flitted across his face, but I didn't bother to see what he landed on. Instead, I fled, for once using my vampiric speed to seek refuge in my room.
I've been hiding here for a week now. I think it's been a week; I was already losing track of time.
"Y/N?" There was a knock at the door, following the sound of Demetri's voice filtering through.
"Yes?"
"You're not naked, are you?"
The door opened slowly, and Demetri peeked his head in with a cheeky grin, before frowning as he took in the sight of me. I was sure I looked a hot mess, bundled up in a nest of comforters on the floor next to my bookshelves.
"Hey 'Metri." I sat up, giving him a small smile.
"Hey, love." He walked over before sitting on his haunches net to me. "Everyone is worried about you. No one's seen you in a week."
"'M fine."
He gave me a dubious look and I rolled my eyes and wrapped myself back up in my covers, picking up the book I'd discarded. "I'm fine, Demetri."
"When was the last time you ate?"
I paused, thinking and then shrugged. I couldn't remember. I just ate when I felt hungry.
"Well, we can't very well have you starve. Come on." He stood up and held out a hand.
"I'm fine, Demetri."
"And you're a liar, now come on."
I plopped down in my little nest out of frustration, purposely burrowing myself deeper into the covers.
"You can't make me."
"Wow, for someone who's- what? Sixty years old? You're such a child."
I glared up at him.
"I'm an adult and can take care of myself."
"Demetri, what are you doing with my mate?"
Demetri's back went ramrod straight and I immediately hid under the covers. Okay, maybe I was acting a little bit like a child. I hadn't spoken with Alec since the library incident, and I wasn't very keen to talk to him now. I peeked out from under the covers a little.
"I'm making sure that Y/N is taken care of." Demetri's voice was neutral, but I could hear the anger lying just underneath. "Something you have been failing to do since she arrived."
I gasped, wide-eyed. Demetri was treading on very thin ice. I couldn't imagine Alec taking too kindly to being challenged. Alec was quiet for a long moment, tense as he looked at Demetri.
"I can admit when I am in the wrong."
The words came haltingly, and the look on Alec's face was caught somewhere between a chastised schoolboy and sucking on a lemon.
"Thank you for taking care of her in my absence. Please leave, I can take over from here."
Demetri nodded his head, and casting one last concerned look in my direction, he left.
Alec looked at me, and I was surprised to see a look of concern on his own face. His next comment took me by surprise.
"Why are you on the floor, when you have a bed?"
"I'm aware I have a perfectly good bed. I just prefer the floor."
"What about the couch?"
"Not the same."
"That cannot be comfortable for you."
"Since when did you care about my comfort?" I snapped. "I'm just a mutt remember?"
Alec's eyes darkened.
"Watch your tone girl. You may be my mate, but I will not tolerate disrespect, even from you."
My shoulders deflated, hiding my face in my hands. "I think it'd be best for me to just leave."
"No." He followed Demetri's earlier move, and sat down on his haunches, arms resting on his knees.
"No?" I glared at him.
"You belong to me. You are my mate, and it is safer for you to be here."
"Excuse me?? You've made it clear that you don't want anything to do with me."
"It is simply because you are part human."
"Simply? Simply? News flash, Alec. You were once a human too!"
I found myself suddenly on my back, him hovering above me, with his arms caging me in. His eyes turned pitch black.
"I am all too aware of what I once was." He hissed.
"I- I can't change what I am." I could feel the tears starting to form and spill over. "If I could, if it would get you to accept me, then I would. But I shouldn't have to."
Alec jerked back slightly, wide-eyed.
"You are right." He pressed his forehead to mine. "And if I was a better man, I would not have wished for it."
He began licking away at my tears and I froze, barely daring to breathe.
"What- what are you doing?"
"Taking care of my mate. And you are mine. I will not let you go, and I will make sure that you are taken care of just as the status the mate of an elite guard deserves." I shivered when he finished, giving a small, chaste kiss to my forehead. "It seems that I have much to make up for."
Alec kissed me then. Slow and soft, pulling me out from the cocoon and sweeping me up to sit on the little couch in my sitting area. I felt oddly exposed as he pulled me in to straddle him, his back leaning into the soft cushions.
"And you- you accept me? Just like that?" I couldn't disguise the anger in my voice, a little thrown off by our new position but still pissed off.
There was a long silence as he searched for the proper words.
"That day, in the library… I had a long talk with Master Marcus. Are you aware of his story?"
I nodded. If there was something I had learned during my first few short months here, it was that Demetri and Felix were like a group of gossiping teenage girls.
"Then you can understand his demeanor. He misses her every day, and I know that I have neglected you and treated you rather…"
"Horribly?" I finished for him, and he smiled.
"I think horrible is an understatement."
"I think I must agree." I grumbled.
He let out a chuckle before letting his eyes roam over me again. "While I hold Master Marcus in high respect, I do not wish to be like him. I do not want to make the mistake of taking you for granted. You were made for me, and I you. The Fates do not make mistakes."
"Despite my being what I am?"
I found that hard to believe.
"Yes." He said quietly, but this time he didn't look me in the eyes.
I tensed around him, and I felt his grip tighten on my waist.
He was lying, but perhaps not for the reason I thought. My eyes widened in realization, and I relaxed against him.
"You know what I think?" I hummed quietly.
He looked at me from under his lashes, raising his brow ever so slightly, eyes dark with challenge. I should probably tread carefully but fuck it. I let a shaky hand run through his hair and he tilted his head back to look at me, exposing his throat. I let my other hand cup his neck, running my thumb along his jawline.
"I think that maybe… you're scared. And you have no idea how to handle it. That's what you ended up talking with Master Marcus about, isn't it? Because I'm weaker than a full-fledged vampire. Am I right? You think I can't protect myself."
Boom. Judging from the look in his eyes and the surprise on his face I had hit the nail on the head.
"You are oddly perceptive."
"Sometimes."
He paused again.
"I do not wish to lose you. I am sure word has already gotten out that one of the witch twins has a mate. I have basically painted a target on your back."
"One that I am more than willing to wear, so long as you never treat me like this again."
He relaxed and began to let his hands wander in light caresses, leaning in to give me another kiss, this one just as soft as the last.
"Never again."
"Good."
I could feel my heart swell.
"I have missed your presence." He whispered, his lips barely grazing mine. "I have missed seeing you in the castle." Kiss. "Seeing your beautiful face looking around in wonder." Kiss. "Seeing you laugh." Kiss. "And I have missed you. You have no idea how often I have imagined you here." Kiss. "In my arms." Kiss. "And even in my bed." Kiss.
Woah, woah, woah. What?
He grinned darkly at the look on my face. "Oh yes, darling. I have imagined you in my bed from the very beginning. In more positions than you could possibly imagine."
Had I not been pretty much immortal I think I would have died.
"I have imagined all of the different ways to claim you, and make sure that everyone knows you are mine." He whispered in my ear, nipping at my earlobe before sucking on it softly.
This is not where I pictured today going. I wriggled a little bit, feeling my nipples harden almost painfully. This was not fair.
"Careful, love." His voice was strained, and I felt him grow hard beneath me.
"You started it." I nearly squeaked.
"And I would like to finish it."
His hands were cold against my midsection, and I was suddenly very, very aware of the fact that I was dressed only in an oversized t-shirt and panties. He kept his eyes trained on my face, watching for every little reaction.
"If you don't want this, I can stop." He breathed, rubbing slow circles on my waist with his thumbs.
"Trying to come up with excuses, Alec?"
For whatever God forsaken reason I felt like needling him and pushing his buttons. A part of the back of my brain told me that was really fucking dumb, but I wanted to see what he would do.
He growled and squeezed my waist in warning.
"I think I recall telling you to watch yourself earlier."
Oh my.
"You said to watch my tone." I raised a challenging brow.
His hands dug into my waist now, and I was certain I would have bruises there in the morning.
"Amore." Another growl of warning.
I simply leaned in to kiss him, happy to finally have my mate here with me. Knowing that he didn’t really hate me but wanted to keep me safe. He was just being a dumbass about it.
He let out a little groan as our lips met. I let my kisses roam downwards, over his cheek and to his neck, nipping and licking. His hands drifted up, thumbing over my nipples before giving them a rather hard pinch. I sucked in a harsh breath, leaning on his shoulder and grinding my hips downward. He let out a pleasured hiss, giving my nipples another pinch and smoothing his thumbs over them.
"Arms up." He demanded.
I did as he asked, and he pulled off my shirt. I immediately crossed my arms over my ample bosom, suddenly self-conscious.
"Hands behind your back, darling."
I looked at him startled. "What?"
"I will not have you hiding from me, nor will I repeat myself."
My heart leapt at his words, gripping my arms tighter.
"Sorry, it's just…"
He frowned and slowly took my hands, lowering them down until I was completely exposed from the waist up.
"You are not to be ashamed, and I will not stand for it. You are my mate. You are stunning." He said softly.
He ran his hands over my skin again, his lips following right behind with a lightness that I almost couldn't detect. And not in a sexual way, although I could still feel his hardness underneath me, but in a reverent way. Worshipping. He cupped the back of my neck and brought me in for another kiss, deeper this time.
"Now love, hands behind your back. I will not tell you again." He rasped, one hand sliding around the front of my neck and the other brushing against one of my nipples.
He gave my neck a light squeeze in warning, his thumb brushing over my jugular. This time I did as I was told, and his lips twisted into a grin that could rival the devil's.
"Good girl."
I sucked in a breath. Oh fuck.
He kept watching me. "Are you okay?"
I nodded, a little dazed.
"You have to say it aloud, Y/N."
"Yes." I breathed.
"If we need to stop at any point, tell me."
"Okay."
"You are a fast learner, aren't you?" He leaned in, close to my ear. "I like that."
His hand left my throat, and he went back to cupping my breasts, kneading them softly before he bent his head and gave one a long lick, right over the nipple. Then he proceeded to suck one into his mouth, teeth edging along the sides.
"Alec." I moaned, throwing my head back.
I couldn't help it when my hips started grinding, but Alec immediately put a stop to that.
"The only pleasure you will get, is what I allow you to have."
A thrill went through me, and I opened my mouth to protest but it came out as a whine instead when he kissed me, tongue running along my lip and slipping past into my warm mouth. I then let out a shocked moan when his hands traveled further south, slipping his fingers into my panties and coming to rest on my soaked mound.
He rubbed teasingly, fingers finding my clit. Round and round and round. I squirmed against him, obscenely wet noises coming from below as he slipped two fingers inside me. His fingers began pumping in and out of me, combined with rubbing my clit, I could barely stand it.
Flushed, I pulled back a little, panting against his lips.
"Please." I whined.
"Please what?"
"Alec!"
"I want to hear you say it, Y/N."
"Alec. Please. Fuck. Me."
His eyes dilated at the sound of his name.
Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I could hear the sound of something ripping, and realized that my panties were torn to shreds and dangling precariously from my hips. My warm, wet heat was exposed to the cool air, and his pants were undone, his cock out, with precum already leaking out of the tip. I panted like a whore in heat at the sight of him, eyes glazed and desperate.
He brushed his cock through my slick folds, completely in control. Then he slowly lowered me, my tight folds giving way and I let out a long moan of pleasure when he bottomed out. He was huge. I wasn't sure how he even managed to fit, or how he was going to be able to move. His arms circled around me, grasping my backside firmly.
"You managed to take my cock like a good girl. Now let's see how well you handle it."
"Wait, wait!"
He paused, looking up at me with concern.
"Can- can I move my hands now?" I pleaded.
He smirked. "No."
He thrusted his hips up without warning and I gave a shriek of pleasure. His pace was fairly brutal, and I loved every second of it. He kept sucking and licking at my neck, leaving a trail of dark, bruising love bites, and my nipples scrapped against his shirt. The pleasure was almost too overwhelming, it made the walls of my pussy clench around him.
"That's a good girl. So tight for me." He groaned into my neck. "How does it feel, taking my cock? To have me stretching you out?"
Oh fuuuuuck.
Alec was a dirty talker and I fucking loved it.
He pounded into me without mercy, and I could start to feel that delicious heat building down low.
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
I didn't realize that I had been chanting aloud until Alec let out a dark chuckle.
"Please." I begged.
He seemed to break.
"Hang on to me."
My hands immediately went to grab his shoulders, clutching at his shirt. I was pretty sure I heard a rip, but I was too lost in the sensation of being, you know, fucked out of my mind. One of his hands slipped down low again, his deft fingers circling my clit.
"Vieni per me, tesoro." He then proceeded to bite into my neck, right in the dip where it met my shoulder, and the sharp pain sent a wave of pleasure through me.
Mixing with the pleasure of his cock and the stimulation of my clit it was enough to send me crashing over the edge. I came hard, Alec's mouth muffling my own, swallowing my cries. His hands tangled in my hair, giving it a light pull. I could taste my blood in his mouth, and I found that I liked it. I swiped my tongue over his lips to get more.
Alec let out a surprised gasp, pulling back, his hips slowing down to shallow thrusts. His face was smeared with a little of my blood, and I leaned back in, giving him a lick before delving back into his mouth with a kiss, enjoying the taste of him and my blood mixed.
"Fuck." He groaned against my lips.
I dared to take a bit of control and ground down hard, making sure to squeeze the walls of my pussy to the point where he almost couldn't move.
"Fuck!"
Alec went rigid and then spasmed as he came.
We stayed like that, breathing hard for a moment, before he finally pulled out of me with an obscenely wet popping noise. I blushed and he simply gave me a grin. An actual grin instead of the devilish one I had come to know.
"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded quickly, practically glowing with happiness.
"Words, amore."
I giggled. "Yes, love. More than okay."
"Good, because I'm ready to have you moaning my name again." He whispered, licking away the blood I had smeared on my own face. "Preferably in my bed."
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Vieni per me, tesoro.: Come for me, darling.
Amore: Love
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Everything Will Be Alright - Aaron Hotchner
word count: 1012
summary: it’s obvious to hotch how down you’ve been feeling lately, he takes it upon himself to make sure you feel better
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
authors note: a little sad in places but ends happily. fluff. i’m only just getting back into writing so my apologies if there are any mistakes at all. also, maybe drop some ideas of what sort of plot/storyline you’d like to see next! 💕
"Wheels up in thirty."
Within thirty minutes the team were on the jet. Everyone else was sat together, but you were sat off to the side, at the back of the jet alone. You'd been having trouble sleeping recently; you were plagued by nightmares of a past case and, luckily, no one had picked up on them.. yet.
"Are you alright?" Hotch asked, walking over to you, sitting down as he eyed you carefully.
You pull your gaze away from the jet's window and turn to face him, offering him your best forced smile. "Hmm?.. oh yeah.. I'm fine." Hotch stared at your face. You looked so pale, eyes heavy and your smile was clearly forced. It was stupid to try and hide anything from Hotch - he knew everything. "You're not alright." He moved from where he was sat opposite you to directly next to you, looking down at you, his eyes softening further.
"You don't need to worry, I'm fine." You shrug. Hotch stared at you for a little while, he had a look of curiosity in his eyes with a touch of concern, wondering is he should continue with his questioning to get you to open up to him, or if he should change the subject entirely and leave it alone. "You haven't been sleeping well, have you?" He finally decides to speak up after a moment of internal conflict.
"I've not had a great sleep pattern but it could be worse." You answer quietly with a small shrug.
Hotch moved his body slightly closer to yours, wanting you to know that he was there for you if you needed him. "What is keeping you up at night?" He asked, the concern becoming more prominent as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours.
"I guess I just-" you sigh, "I guess I just don't feel good enough.. I never have done really." Hotch stayed silent for a second, taking a moment to consider what you had said. He could tell you had been carrying this burden; this feeling; for quite some time.
He put his his hand softly on your knee, squeezing it gently as a form of comfort. "Hey.." he stared into your eyes again, with a hint of sadness but comfort in them. He didn't want a world where you didn't think you were good enough. You were more than good enough. "Look at me- really look at me."
Your eyes flicked up to lock with his revealing your unshed tears as you took note of the concern written on his features. Hotch noticed that your eyes had teared up, and he moved his hand up to your face, slowly wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb. "It's okay.."
He looked at you, he had the same soft, comforting look on his face just like before. "You're good enough to me." He moved his hand to underneath your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his. Your lip trembled a little as the conviction of his words hit you - you were good enough in his eyes, that's all you needed to hear. "Thank you.." your voice failed you as you thanked him, your words coming out in an almost whisper. He saw your bottom lip trembled slightly, and he decided to ease the comfort into his words, and gently pulled you close to him. He held you close, resting his cheek on the top of your head. He then whispered again, so you could barely hear, but you heard clearly all the same. "You're more than good enough in my eyes." He kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand, before letting go. He looked at you one more time, but then he sighed. "You should try and sleep on the jet."
"What if I don't want to?" You challenge, mumbling into his chest.
Hotch laughed slightly and sighed. He was trying to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks, trying to bite back a wide smile. All he really wanted to do was hold you close to him, which he decided to do anyway, without hesitation. He moved his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer to him and holding you close. "Sleep on my chest then?" He asks, smirking as he said it.
You smile and decide to tease him. "How could I resist?" He chuckles as you tease him back, wrapping his arms fully around you. He squeezed you gently, but not too hard. He pulled you close so your body was fully leaning against him, your head firmly resting on his chest. He sighed, tilting his head down so he could see your face and so you would meet his gaze. When your eyes locked onto each others, he decided to whisper once more. "Sleep."
You scrunch your nose, you weren't making this easy for him. "But what if I want to stay up and talk with you?"
"I want you to sleep..." he sighed, but was finding it difficult to hide his smile. You were really making his heart beat quicker. "Please.." he looked at you, still with the same soft, comforting look in his eyes, as he asked.
You sigh. "Fine.." you shift until you're firmly resting against him, being overcome by the warmth his body was emanating.. "I love you.." you mumbled sleepily, not realising what you were saying as you fell asleep on his chest.
Hotch froze for a moment, he was surprised at what you'd just confessed, but he was happy at what you had said. He had to hold back his laugh at how cute you looked. When he realised you were asleep, his features softened further. He moved your hair out of your eyes and shifted a little so your face was resting against his chest comfortably as he gently stroked your cheek.
"I love you too.." He whispered, mostly to himself, still stroking your cheek, but you didn't notice, as you were already fast asleep laying against him.
But one thing was for certain, everything would be okay.. because you had Hotch.
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An Eye for a Finger (Series, Part Three)
Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!OC
explicit, 18+, violence, angst, marriage
summary, Vysella Velaryon lost her finger because of him, Aemond Targaryen lost his eye because of her, but why can’t they stay away from each other? It becomes impossible once they are to be married…
word count: 2.8K
a/n: one more part to go….
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Vysella stood in the courtyard as the sun slowly began to set. It was announced that King Viserys wanted to have one final family dinner, and as Aemonds soon-to-be wife, she was required to show up. Besides that, she wanted to go to her mothers chambers and demand why she decided to marry her only daughter off, but if she could get her hands on Aemond tonight and hurt him in any way possible, she’d feel alot better.
Aemond was wearing a black cloak when he appeared, the brown eyepatch covering his eye. But before he could open his mouth, Vysella pulled out a dagger and threw herself at him, effectively knocking them both to the ground.
The two Valyrians struggled against each other, Vysella trying to push the blade into his chest while Aemond was pushing it away from him. “I’d rather kill you than marry you!”
“And what do you think the King will do to your family if you kill me?” They spoke in High Valyrian, tongues moving quickly. “I just want you dead. You plague my mind everytime I stare at my hand. It’s your fault that you lost your eye, not Lucerys’.”
Aemond laughed, finally overpowering her and spinning them around so she was on her back and he was straddling her hips. Aemond pressed the blade to her neck, digging it into her flush until she bled, but Vysella didn’t flinch. “You claimed Vhagar when you knew she was meant for Rhaena.”
“I’d rather have a dragon than two eyes.” “Kill me! Kill me like you hate me because I know you do, Aemond!” She shouted, hands limp by her side while she glared at him. “It would be rude of me to kill my betrothed.” Aemond said, pulling away from her and stuffing the knife into his pocket.
He leaned against a cart carrying weapons while Vysella stayed on the ground, her hands covering her face, tears threatening to spill. “My mother and father say the wedding will be tomorrow. The dinner is soon, and I was tasked to retrieve you.”
“Like I’m a dog?” “Yes.” Vysella wiped her face and stood up, leaving the courtyard. Of course, Aemond and his long legs caught up quickly. “Why is the wedding tomorrow?” Vysella asked, her hands hooked behind her back as she tried to calm herself down.
“My father could die any day now and my mother wants him to see his second son get married.” Aemond said it with the least amount of emotion possible and it seemed as if he remembered hatred for the girl because he walked off, leaving Vysella to find her way to the dining room.
When she finally entered, almost everyone was there besides the King and the Hand. Vysella sat down next to Aemond and he didn’t spare her a glance as he took a sip of his wine.
King Viserys finally arrived and sat, exhausted, in a chair between Rhaenyra and the Queen. Vysella couldn’t help but resent her mother. If she never would have proposed what she did, Vysella wouldn’t be here, sitting at her enemies side, while her nieces and nephews were being married off to each other.
Each of them were caught between a childish feud that should’ve never started. Alicent was hellbent on the downfall of Rhaenyra and her bastard children while Rhaenyra was hellbent to keep that ‘secret’ from getting out, even if everyone including the king knew it was true.
Vysella was in a dragon's den, luckily enough she was a dragon too.
The dinner had gone on with accusations and unnecessary toasts until finally the night ended coldly.
Vysella and Aemond bid each other nothing but glances and Vysella made her way to her mothers chambers. When she walked in, Rhaenys was sitting in her bed, a book on her lap.
“Mother, tell me why you did that?” Vysella demanded, standing in front of the bed and Rhaenys watched her daughter for a few seconds then sighed.
“Do you think the Hightowers wanted Lucerys as the heir to Driftmark?” The girl shook her head. “With me siding with Corlys, they will forever look at the Velaryons as an enemy, but with you married to their son, and the girls off on Dragonstone, the three of you will be protected.”
“I will forever despise that boy for doing what he did, but this was the only option.” Vysella shook her head, “no. It wasn’t. The King would never allow—
“Vysella the king is practically dead. If what Baela and Rhaena said was true, then he only had one eye. He is constantly covered in boils and pustules. We are all expecting Rhaenyra to sit the throne, but the Greens will never allow it.”
The next day was her wedding day. Vysella stood in her chambers, Alicent, Rhaenys and Rhaenyra around her, pulling and prodding at the dress that sat on her shoulders. It was the first time Vysella had seen the three women in the room, not fighting, but she couldn’t revel in it.
After today, her and Aemond would be sharing chambers and consummating their marriage. It was an awful thing to think about—the thought of Aemond’s hands on her body while he stared at her with his one eye.
“Does this fit well, love?” Rhaenyra questions, after lacing up the back of the dress, so much that Vysella’s breasts almost spill out of the bodice. Alicent, busy doing Vysella’s hair, says nothing as Daemon strolls in. Daemon leans against the vanity, watching the women do the girls' makeup.
“I hope you have forgiven me, Vysella.” Daemon says, knowing damn well Rhaenyra and Rhaenys can understand him, but Vysella just nods. “Fine, yes. I forgive you.” She whispers and Daemon pinches her arm, letting a brief smile pass onto his face, before he leaves once again.
“Aemond isn’t as bad as you think.” The Queen says and Vysella shrugs, “he cut off my fingers.” Alicent kept her cool, not catching Vysella’s bait. “My son has made many faults in his life, but I think you two will be good for eachother.”
Silence enveloped the room once again and finally, Vysella looked at herself in the mirror. Her long curly hair was pulled into an intricate style, strands framing her caramel face while a portion of it was pulled back. Her wedding dress was a beast of a thing—blood red with golden embroidery on the cuffs on the long sleeves while the bodice was black.
Rhaenys draped a long, royal blue, fur lined cloak on her daughter's shoulders then pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I know this is not what you want, but this is the best I can do to protect you from the Greens.” “By putting me in their territory?”
“Love, Aemond will love you eventually.” Rhaenyra said, standing on her other side, a hopeful smile on her face, but Vysella just scoffed, “like my brother loved you before he died?”
“Vysella Velaryon, you stop at once! Be happy that you aren’t dead along with him, I’ve tried my hardest to protect you and this is the best that I can do, do you understand?” To avoid the flame of the dragon, Vysella nodded.
But she almost laughed at the confused expression on Alicent’s face. “Come, darling. Everyone should be gathering in the throne room.”
The four women stood outside of the throne room, Vysella on her mothers arm since her father couldn’t walk with Vysella and remove her cloak. Rhaenyra and the Queen walked in first, excusing themselves next to the Targaryens. Vysella kept her eyes on the ground in front of her.
She could hear the excited mumble of the other lords and ladies of the Houses, but she ignored them, focusing on trying to get on foot in front of the other. Would her father approve of this? Getting married? To Aemond no less?
As they neared the steps, Vysella and Rhaenys stopped, and Rhaenys moved behind her daughter, removing the long blue cloak to drape it over her arms. Vysellas mother joined the rest of the royal family and finally, Vysella looked at Aemond.
He was watching her with a placid expression on his face, his hand outward to help her up the shallow stairs. “We hereby join Lady Vysella Velayon of House Velaryon, daughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon and the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and Prince Aemond Targaryen, son of King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Alicent Hightower. Today, we join the two Houses in holy matrimony.” Said the Septon, hands clasped onto a book, he looked between the two betrothed.
“Repeat after me, I am yours and you are mine from this day until the end of my days, from this day until my last day.”
Aemond started first, his blue eyes boring into hers, “I am yours you are mine from this day until the end of my days, from this day until my last day.” Vysella repeated the same phrase, her eyes straying over to her mother, who looked grim, but happy.
“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.” Aemond retrieved the blood red cloak and his bride spun around, bending slightly so he could wrap it around her shoulders. Vysella turned back around, noting the way Aemond was looking at her—serene, but with none of the hatred she was holding.
“We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Let it be known that Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Vysella Velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.”
Vysella and Aemond said the words to bind their lives together, and Vysella could hear her heart beating as Aemond spoke, his voice raspy but thick. “With this kiss, I pledge my love.” The onlookers started cheering before they even kissed, but Aemond pulled Vysella close by her waist and placed a simple kiss to her lips, enough to please the crowd and leave her cheeks on fire.
“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.” “I look forward to it, wife.” She practically burst at the seams, but before she could even attempt to wrap her arms around his throat, everyone was led to the large dining room. There were tables everywhere, but a large one sat on a raised platform. The King and Queen sat, Alicent on his right, while Rhaenyra was on his left—Daemon beside her, then beside Alicent sat Aemond, then finally Vysella and her mother.
Vysellas nieces and nephews were at a table nearby, talking to each other. “You should put a smile on your face, Vysella.” Aemond said, leaning towards her and she turned to him and smiled sarcastically. “Are you happy, husband? Here’s a smile just for you my beloved.”
“Perfect.” Aemond, took a sip of his drink, eyes focused on the women and men dancing. “We are happy to welcome you into the Red Keep, Princess Vysella.” King Viserys said, his eye looking at her gently and she nodded once, “as am I, Your grace.”
Ser Criston Cole, standing near the table locked eyes with her, something smug and malicious in his eyes and Vysella groaned lowly, but plastered a smile on her face, waving Ser Criston over. Vysella noticed the look he gave Rhaenyra and she wondered the history the too had but raised her empty cup.
“Ser Criston, I can’t but help notice how lonely you look over there. Can you do me a favor and fill my cup with the finest drink?” Ser Criston glanced at his Queen, but she was too busy tending to her husband.
“Your princess demands it, Ser.” Ser Criston practically snatched the cup out of her hand and stomped down the steps to fill the cup. “My Gods, Vysella.” Rhaenys muttered, shaking her head and Aemond chuckled. “Mother, he clearly hates me, for no good reason. So I shall have fun on the account of his misery.”
Ser Criston returned, Vysellas cup filled to the brim in a brownish liquid that must’ve been some sort of Dornish alcohol. “Thank you, Ser.” Vysella took a sip and her face almost turned sour, but she just nodded, “you must have a good taste in alcohol, Ser.”
“Anything for you, princess.”
Vysella rolled her eyes as soon as he turned away, standing up. She walked towards the makeshift dance floor, people parting slightly for her. “Princess! I have always thought highly of you.” Said a Lannister lord, his eyes staring straight at her breasts and she turned away from him, not replying.
But she ran straight into a chest. Glancing up, she rolled her eyes at Aemond. “Following me around like a puppy?” “I can’t allow the lords to ogle at your breasts, Vysella.” “I would rather them look.” Aemond scoffed, suddenly grabbing her hand and immediately spinning her around to the tune of the music.
“You are such a thorn in my side.” Vysella spat, allowing him to tip her backward then grab her hands to continue dancing. She could focus on only him and his smell, strong and earthy but smoky, like he had rode Vhagar earlier in the day.
That reminded Vysella of Onyx, who was now in the Dragon Keep probably panicking.
“And you are much much more on my side. Do you want to know what I thought of you eight years ago?” He questioned and Vysella shrugged, “fine.” “I thought you were entitled little bitch who was way too young to act as she did. When you tried to kill me on Driftmark, I wanted to hurt you. Claiming Vhagar was the best thing I’d ever done, and Lucerys fucking Strong almost took that away from me.”
Their faces were close as they glared hatefully at each other. “You took the bastard's side when I lost an eye.”
“Because you cut two of my fucking fingers off!” She spat, voice raised but Aemond pinched her side and she yelped. “Fuck you. We both lost something that day, but you were lucky enough to gain something irreplaceable. Now you know how hard it is to do things when your dominant hand has only three fingers? I was forced to become ambidextrous. I could barely ride my dragon, hold a sword, and the worst part of it is, you aren’t my biggest problem.”
“I am my fathers last living child, both my siblings dead, but my father didn’t choose me to inherit Driftmark, all because I’m a fucking woman. I look up to Rhaenyra and my mother because they had and have opportunities to change the views of everyone, but people like you and your family, are trying to take that away.”
Aemond looked away, jaw clenched tightly, his hands securing around her waist so hard she clenched her teeth. “I’m a woman, and purely because of that, I had to get married off to an asshole just so I could be protected. You couldn’t possibly understand where I’m coming from.”
He nodded stiffly, “we can’t possibly understand each other in this marriage then.”
Before she could reply, a soft chant wafted throughout the room, “consummation,” and “consummate.” The people were eager to finish off the marriage with a public consummation, but before the first lord could even get his hands on Vysella to carry her to the marriage bed, Aemond barked out a, “don’t you touch her! No one touches her!”
They all shrinked away from the newlyweds and Aemond pulled Vysella towards the door, glaring at anyone who dared to come close, including the guard who Alicent had tasked with protecting Vysella. “Just stand guard outside.” Aemond ordered the guard, pulling open his chamber doors.
It smelt exactly like him inside. Clothes were strewn all over the sitting room while in the bedroom, the bed hadn’t been made. The only light inside was the candles, leaving an amber glow. While Aemond disappeared, Vysella sat in a seat, already feeling herself start to panic.
It wasn’t like she was afraid of the bedding ceremony with Aemond, she was just nervous of him seeing her. Not even a week ago, they had seen each other for the first time in eight years. Vysella was curious to what Aemond was like though.
Was he rough or gentle? If he was forceful, she might as well kill him right then and there. Aemond came back into the sitting room, wearing a white sheer shirt and he stared at Vysella for a second, watching her chest heave quickly. He could hear the wheezing of her breath as she continuously pressed her hand to the too tight corset wrapped around her waist.
Vysella was getting dizzy by then, the corset wrapped tightly around her waist preventing the air from entering her lungs. It didn’t help that she was on the verge of a panic tactic, anxious of the future.
“Vysella?”
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Shin Ryujin - A real one
Pairing: Shin Ryujin x Female Reader
Fandom: Itzy
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: An imagine where Ryujin and reader have feelings for each other but haven't done anything about them yet(for whatever reason). Ryujin ends up having to be seen out on a "date" with another idol set up by her manager and she wasn't able to tell reader beforehand so she finds out on her own and starts ignoring and distancing herself from R because she doesn't give her a chance to explain. Basically super angsty w/ fluff ending. Thank you!
Summary: You and Ryujin had something going on and everyone could see that so when you saw news about Ryujin dating someone, you started questioning her true intentions.
A/N: Thank you for requesting for my Itzy bias🤭❤
3rd's POV
You were always drawn to Ryujin.
You remember when Itzy debuted. You were still a trainee under SM Entertainment when the rumors about JYP debuting their new girl group went around. When they finally debuted you became a fan instantly. Their music was great and the members were interesting and funny, how could you not fall in love with them? The one who caught your eye the most was Ryujin, something about her was so fascinating that she often plagued your mind. You wanted to meet her and get to know the real her.
The chance for that came to you a few months after your debut in Aespa. Your group released an album nearly at the same time as Itzy which resulted in both of your groups to be promoting at the same time. Most of the times you were able to see the other girls, you both were too busy with your schedules. Finally you managed to have a small talk with Yeji and Ryujin during your break time at one of the music shows. You bumped into them and after apologizing, you managed to start a conversation with both of them.
During that time you could feel Ryujin's intense stare, everytime you glanced her way your eyes met and there was this weird tension between you. You couldn't exactly name it but it was obvious to everyone around you, Yeji noticed it and asked for your number with an excuse to talk more later. You agreed and gave it to her before walking away to continue your work not knowing that after you left Yeji started teasing Ryujin about your whole interaction with her.
Yeji started inviting you out to eat with her and her members pretty often since then, you started becoming closer with all of the members including Ryujin, the tension between you grew and at this point you knew what it was and you could feel that Ryujin knew too, you just weren't sure if she actually wanted to date you or not. The signals were there but you really didn't wanted to get your hopes up in case that you misunderstood her.
And honestly, now you were happy that you didn't confessed to her.
[BIG NEWS] Itzy's Shin Ryujin spotted out with Stray Kids's Hwang Hyunjin. They were seen holding hands and hugging. Fans speculate that the two were on a date and were caught in the middle of it.
It hurt.
It hurt so bad mostly because you actually thought that there could be something between you and Ryujin, she did gave you signals but maybe you truly did misunderstood her and she never saw you as nothing more than a friend.
Whatever it was it hurt but you had to accept it and move on. It was hard to do whenever you got a call or message from Ryujin so you decided to block her for a while, you also distanced yourself from her and the girls without any explanation.
What you didn't think of was that after 2 weeks of being ignored, Ryujin won't be too happy about it and will confront you and because you blocked her number, all she could do was come to your dorm. The door opened her Jimin who only looked at her sympathetically, a total opposite of Aeri who glared at the younger girl from behind Jimin "Can I see Y/N? Is she here?" Jimin looked over at Aeri who shook her head while Yizhuo did the opposite "Let her in. If it actually goes bad then blame it on me" Sighing Jimin let Ryujin in and led her to your room before leaving her there.
Ryujin took a deep breath before knocking lightly on your door. You opened the door thinking that one of the girls wanted something from you but you froze when you saw who was standing there. Quickly you tried to close the door but Ryujin put her foot between it, not letting you close yourself off from her "W-Wait Y/N, I need to talk to you" You tried to close the door again but Ryujin kept insisting. You didn't wanted to talk but you couldn't help but let her in when you saw how truly miserable she looked.
When you closed the door after you let her in, you tried looking everywhere but at her and Ryujin didn't liked that "Can you look at me?" You ignored her still not being able to do that "Y/N please look at me" You ignored her request and continued looking at your desk. Soon you felt a hand on your chin, Ryujin turned your head to look at her and the sight that you saw broke your heart even more.
Ryujin looked at you, tears started welling in her eyes as she tried to hold them back. When one tear fell down her cheek, you instinctively wipe it away. Your hand stayed on her cheek as Ryujin found comfort in your warmth, something that she couldn't feel for the past 2 weeks. When she calmed down she started talking "Why... did you blocked my number?" You looked down in shame. You knew that it wouldn't solve your problems, you knew that it would hurt you and her more but you couldn't not do it. It would hurt too much whenever you saw Ryujin's name popping up when she called you.
"I... I didn't had any choice. I did it to move on faster" You mumbled. It was quiet but Ryujin still heard it "Move on? Move on from what, me?" You could hear hurt in her voice when she said that, even the thought alone made her heart ache "N-No I-" You stopped yourself. You shouldn't say it, you shouldn't. Seeing your hesitation Ryujin took your hand in hers and gave it an encouraging squeeze. You shouldn't say it but you will only hurt her more hiding it.
"I like you Ryujin. I like you so much but you and Hyunjin... are together and I d-didn't wanted to ruin that for you so I distanced myself from you to move on" You did it. You just spilled your heart in front of a taken girl. Silence filled the room as Ryujin processed your words. Soon though she started leaning it closer to you only to stop when your lips were centimeters apart, your breath hitched at the close proximity.
"What if I don't want you to move on?" Your heartbeat speed up at her words "W-What do you mean?" She chuckled at your question "I don't want you to move on because I like you too. Hyunjin and I were on a fake date because our company forced us. I'm sorry I didn't told you earlier but they prohibited us from it. I know that it's not an excuse and I will beg for your forgivene-" You interrupted her with a kiss. Ryujin froze for a second before kissing you back.
Her hands found their way on your hips while yours wrapped themselves around her neck, pulling her closer. Ryujin licked your bottom lip, asking for an entrance that you gave to her which soon led to her deepening the kiss. The need for air soon caused you to pull away. Ryujin leaned her forehead on yours as she giggled. You smiled, feeling the happiest you felt for the past 2 weeks. How couldn't you when you could finally kiss the girl of your dreams?
"Tomorrow I have a day off, if you don't have anything to do then maybe you'll let me take you out on a date? A real one not a fake one" You laughed and nodded at her proposition.
"I'd love that"
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Ultraviolence
Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader
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a/n: double chapter today bc…. you’ll see… i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and bullets, animal death, mentions of blood, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End
Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End
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1996-
This is how we do it!
The impromptu dance parties had been happening almost every night, a way to preserve normalcy. Jackie has first suggested it, but the rest of them had all agreed and soon- they were putting a music player in bucket, making it loud enough to project across the whole cabin.
You were still eating your dinner, the venison just as good as last night, easier to savor now that there wasn’t a rolling hunger in your stomach. The deer wouldn’t last much longer, but it would last long enough, you told yourself- until you could find another thing to kill.
The girls all danced and shouted, Coach snapping as a way of clapping, and you watched them all with a smile on your face. This felt like you weren’t in the woods. And maybe that was what you all needed.
Finally, the music started winding down, the voice becoming distorted until it stopped completely.
“Goddamn it,” Van panted, pick it up from the bucket and giving it a few hits. No music. “Has hitting something ever fixed it?”
“Maybe try blowing on it,” Mari said, and Van opened the side and did just so. Nothing was heard in the cabin besides for sharp creaking from upstairs, like a footstep.
Everyone stopped and looked up at the ceiling.
“Uh, the fuck was that?” Jackie asked.
“Wait, you heard it too?” Lottie says, her eyes wide.
“It was probably just a branch,” Taissa says, her voice commanding.
Mari gives her a look. “Inside, on the floor? What if it’s… you know, him?”
“What, the dead guy?”
“Um… yeah.”
“You know what it probably was?” Nat asks. “The dead guy’s missing fingers trying to find their way home.” She smiles and everyone scolds her, and you can’t help but laugh slightly, hiding behind your hand.
“You really have to encourage them?” Tai sighs.
“You gotta admit, it didn’t sound like it was on the roof.”
“Fine. Then it was just a rat, a raccoon, or something, I don’t know, it-”
“Shh,” Lottie says sharply, suddenly cutting Jackie off. She looks towards the ceiling. “Listen.”
“Oh, my God,” Tai mutters under her breath.
Everyone looks at the ceiling, including you.
While you won’t deny that the wilderness is a weird and scary place- ghosts? An animal is much more likely.
“Well I don’t hear it now,” Mark says after a moment.
Before the girls can start arguing again, Coach Ben interrupts.
“All right, all right. You know what I think it was? I think the ghost decided it was time to get some sleep. And we should probably do the same, yeah?”
“Yeah, I don’t know,” Van spoke, holding up the music player. And slowly, like a spill of water, the girls are dispersed and moved to their beds.
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Hunting was what you did most these days. You, Nat, and Travis would all hike out into the woods and look around for tracks and scratches in the trees- and while sometimes you did find markers that a deer was around, you never found it.
You were ready to go, holding your stomach because of your cramps- which most of the girls were also plagued with by now.
“Jackie,” Nat said, kicking her sleeping form. She groaned. “Jackie! Up and at ‘em, or something.”
“You got it right,” you say, smiling sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes, smiling as well.
“I’m so cold,” Jackie groans, looking like a blue blanket with her brown hair spilling out on top. “And I have cramps!” she said, finally rolling over and facing the two of you.
“No shit,” Nat scoffs. “We literally all have cramps.”
“I feel like I have appendicitis and I’m not in bed.” You start walking towards the door, excited for some fresh air- wondering if it will help you. “It’s no excuse, Jackie!” you shout over your shoulder.
Natalie chuckles. “Our periods have synced up,” she says to Jackie, nudging her one more time. “C’mon.”
She follows you out of the cabin, slinging the gun over her shoulder while you slip on your backpack.
“Hey,” Akilah says when Jackie finally comes outside. “Bloody soldiers on the left, breakfast on the right. Okay? Don’t mess ‘em up like Travis did,” she smiles.
“Okay,” he says, shooting her a look. “You guys are disgusting. I’m just-” he makes a gagging sound, and Akilah rolls her eyes.
“Shut up,”
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“Are we finally going?” Travis asks, looking at the “bloody soldiers” in disgust.
“Oh, don’t be so happy,” Natalie smiles. “Everywhere you go, the blood will follow you.”
He groans, but follows the two of you anyways, deep into the woods, looking for birds or something to shoot.
Travis goes first, resting the gun on the curve of a tree, staring at a large plain of thick shrubs, nothing comes out.
“Nothing,” he sighs after a minute, letting the gun fall.
“Ah, giving up makes sense.” She holds up the piece of paper you’ve been keeping track on. “You’re not too far behind to catch up.”
Travis is third, by a wide margin, and you can’t stop thinking about it and smiling. Even though he’s been nicer ever since that day on the plane, you can’t help but wonder how much this is hurting his ego.
“It’s not my fault your lady bloods are scaring all the prey away.”
“Wow,” you laugh, leaning down to touch the leaf of a small fern.
“You went there,” Nat says.
“Went there? I am surrounded on all sides That cabin is, like, the blood hive.” He reloads the gun.
She scoffs. “What’s the matter, Travis? Are you scared of our menses?”
“Never said that.”
She smiles, giving you her hand and helping tug you up from the ground. “Anyway, shouldn’t the smell of blood attract animals?”
“Uh, predators, maybe. But sure hunter-gatherer tribes used to make their women, like, hide in huts or whatever when they were on their periods?”
“Yeah, Travis, let’s talk about the logic of neanderthals or whatever,” you say.
“Yeah, I’m confused. Are you a zoologist or an anthropologist?”
He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure it was that so they wouldn’t ruin the hunt.”
“More like cause men needed something to blame their failures on.”
Travis looks at her and takes in a breath, turning back around towards the trees.
“Ouch. I guess that hasn’t changed.”
“Can he, like, forfeit his turn for being stupid?” Natalie smiles and wraps her arm around your waist, leaning against you, while you cross your arms, wanting to go back to the cabin.
Finally, the bird you’ve been stalking kicks up in flight. Travis fires a shot, and misses.
“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily, and you and Natalie have to turn around to try and hide your laugh. “Whatever,” he spits, stalking off.
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You lay on your stomach next to Natalie, watching a small groundhog eat some leaves maybe 30 feet away.
She takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger. You shrink into yourself, expecting the sharp sound of a gunshot to come, but it doesn’t. Something clicks, and you look over to see Nat opening an empty chamber, which shouldn’t be empty.
“You cheater,” she says, turning to Travis who starts laughing, holding a bullet in his hand.
He does some weird trick you can barely even make out, and the bullet disappears from in between his fingers.
“Are you seriously doing magic right now?” you ask. “Major turn-off,” you sigh, flipping around so you’re laying on your back. You can hear Travis scoff. “Can we stay here for a minute? My stomach hurts.”
Natalie lays on her back next to you.
“Didn’t you tell Jackie that cramps are no excuse to stay in bed?”
Travis makes a gagging sound and walks away.
“Yeah, but like, this is is the woods. Not my bed.”
“Oh, okay,” she laughs. You rest in silence for another minute, you shoulder touching hers. “Appendicitis, though? Really?”
“I’m serious!” you say, drawing out the word in a groan, digging your feet into the dirt and turning your head to face her.
But she was already staring at you.
Her face is inches away from hers, the end of your noses brush, and you can feel her breath on your skin.
Her eyes are wide and bright blue, and you want to smile, to laugh and joke with her, but there’s something pulling you towards her, to just be like this.
You can hear branches rustle in the wind.
If you were to say her name, your lips would ghost across hers.
She’s been haunting you for so long, always right there, always a second too long, always thinking of her touch as soon as you had touched her.
Hunger has been something in your stomach you’re accustomed to. But this hunger, this one for her is different. It is a storm, in a way that you know it will never stop. There is no end in sight, no hope of food, of a savior.
You are starving and dying by the day, but this shaky friendship with her, that is what is barely keeping you alive.
The only savior you could possibly have is her.
And you’re in the wilderness, and you’re not stupid, and she looks and Travis and she cares about him. She dug up a dead body for him.
This is a hunger that will never stop, a violence inside of you that she could help you with, that you could share, but she won’t give it to you. She won’t ever give it to you, the girl with the gash across her face, the girl who barely speaks, the girl who is always second best even here in the wilderness.
It is never over, not when you’re too young to keep something like this, not when she is all that you have ever wanted, staying right in front of you for years.
Maybe it is the wilderness, the plane crash, but maybe it is just that you like looking at her, and you feel safe with her, and you want to hold her hand forever and wait for her.
“Guys!” Travis shouts, and you gasp and sit up, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Your mind was going to places that you wanted it to go. Not where it had to go.
“Y/N,” she whispers, reaching out for your hand, but you stand up. One of the bandages on your face comes loose.
“Sorry,” you say finally. “I-” But you can’t speak, you can’t lie to her, because you aren’t sorry.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for-” she smiles, so sweetly, like she’s watching her favorite TV show, like she’s watching the rain fall on a peaceful night.
But the thing about rain is that soon your boots will fill up with water, soon you hair will stick to your face, and soon it won’t be nice anymore- it won’t be peaceful.
But you’re violence and she’s violence, and a little more won’t hurt-
You have survived through so much together, and you can’t step forward like this just to lose her. Not here, not in the wilderness, not ever.
You are so hungry, so, so hungry, and there is no way you can ever feed it. No way you can ever make this go away. This hunger will never be over.
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the hikari charm (.◜◡◝)
hikari just always seems to have this spell that draws people in, and jeno has become a victim of such hex | timestamp; pre-istj (2023) | wc: 0.6k
hikari is just too alluring.
it feels like every day jeno learns a new little thing about him. he's known hikari for a good, what is it, ten years now? and he still can't believe just how much hikari manages to surprise him— he guesses that the pianist still has many more tricks up his sleeve.
"don't you think it's too late for this?"
"it's never too late for jewelry".
that night, jeno was plagued by sleeplessness, and his feet had immediately taken him to hikari's room (yeah "his feet"— he is not good at coming up with excuses), where he found the older awake, messing with the jewelry charms he kept in a box in his room.
hikari being awake in the middle of the night was pretty regular, though you could never notice it with the way he always looked so lively in the morning, but he was the only person up in the dorm, so jeno decided he'd just stay in his room with him instead of sitting outside.
there was always something so comforting about hikari's room, though a small space he seemed to be able to fit everything into it, including many books, vinyl records, paintings, posters, and somehow, a whole piano too?
it's just so cozy, every single item in the room quite literally screams hikari, and jeno has no idea how to explain those words.
"who taught you how to do this?" jeno asks, listening to hikari him as he finishes up the bracelet he had been creating even before jeno had walked into his room.
"xuwicha" he replies, finally turning around after what seemed like forever. he steps forward, gaze focused on the others arm. "give me your wrist".
jeno doesn't say anything about the surprisingly sudden demand, just chuckles and complies. hikari gives the smallest of smiles, taking jeno's wrist in his hand as he puts on the bracelet for him. jeno is about to tell him that he can totally do it himself, but hikari already closes it around his wrist before he can even open his mouth.
"there you go" hikari nods, happy with his creation. "now you get to wear it forever".
"forever?" jeno questions, snickering as he raises an eyebrow. he drops his arms down to his sides, and he relaxes himself, not knowing why he was tense before whilst hikari was holding his arm.
"i mean— i made it for you" hikari whispers, glancing up at jeno momentarily before glancing back at his desk. "now you have to wear it forever, or else i'll get you".
the playful threat gets another laugh out of jeno, who pretty much gets distracted because of how he's admiring him.
hikari is pretty, so pretty, jeno can't even begin to explain it. he can never understand why hikari is overlooked, or why he ever regards himself as being "not that spectacular", because the word spectacular is the perfect one for him. he always feels himself just slip into a trance whenever he stares at hikari, too focused on his pretty features to even realize that he's zoning out.
hikari (luckily) doesn't register his gaze, too focused on clearing out his desk. "are you hungry?" he suddenly asks, finally looking back at jeno. "i can make you something".
jeno shakes his head, somehow rendered speechless. hikari blinks for a moment, fingers ghosting over the keys of his piano. "no.. i'm fine" he quickly says, hikari just narrows his eyes, but he just shrugs, not picking up on the suspiciousness in jeno's voice.
"are you making these for everyone else?"
"the bracelets.. uh, i don't know, you were the first person on my mind, so i just made you one!"
surprisingly, those words make jeno feel special, he doesn't know why, though. it's not like jeno wouldn't want hikari to do such a nice gesture for the other members, it's more of how he was the first person that hikari decided to make a bracelet for, he feels a small soar of victory in his chest as he thinks about it.
but the feelings don't really register in jeno's mind, he's much too busy admiring hikari.
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Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader
Rating: For everyone, this time there will be only a slight hint of the Smut, very very light. Remember they are Pirates and that’s why they live their sexuality in a free way. They are free men and women, they can talk about what they want without taboos.
Summary: 31 prompts for 31 days of October. Life on Moby Dick is always hectic and has become more so since Ace boarded this ship and became part of the family.
✒️Prompts taken from the contest (even if I don't participate) organized by the Italian Fanwriter page. I only translated the prompts into English, I hope you like it.✒️
🌊Writober PumpSea🌊#day 3 - Cage
"Come on, we haven’t been down all five of us in forever!" You said, making eye candy. And so none of the four men in front of you dared refuse the proposal.
Finally after months of navigation you had landed on a new island to explore, or rather you had decided to explore it getting off the ship because the water was too low around the island and the Moby Dick would run aground.
There was no sign of civilization just an immense unspoilt nature full of secrets to discover, and maybe you would have found a treasure.
That kind of island could hold huge surprises.
Ace was behind you, walking hand in hand and smiling. Your boyfriend was happy to be able to hug you again, he had spent two weeks away from you, but he knew he shouldn’t overdo it with the other men around. Even though the others had finally begun to welcome the fact that Ace was your boyfriend.
Marco was in front of you with the map and the compass to be able to orient you, He had found it inside one of Papa’s books and flying over the island had found the similarities, to close the line there were Satch and Izo.
In those months it had happened in all colors, raids, clashes with Marines and pirates, and often your brothers and your boyfriend had been away for weeks to quell possible riots and more in your father’s territories. You needed to be together for a while, pull the plug on the role of commanders and be free explorers again.
"In the end it’s a bit like the old days." Izo put his arm around you and smiled at you and you both burst out laughing.
"Love old times?" And Ace pinched your side, just enough not to get punched in the head.
"How did he not tell you anything? Not even about all the adventures we experienced as soon as Father thought you could get off the ship?" Satch also approached you, then took a photo from his backpack and showed it to Ace.
"Were you that small?" Your boyfriend was in love with the little you that a younger Mark was holding, while next to him were Satch and Izo, also a little younger than now, Izo was identical but Satch had only a hint of a beard and the scar was more marked than it is now and had less hair and held them almost more disheveled.
"The plague here was seven years old." Izo said pointing to the photo: "It was his first adventure with us, we landed on a new island and the three of us started to inspect it with our little sister."
"We also risked being captured by Marines." Marco had added looking at the compass and smiling under his mustache, mindful of the great fright that had happened that time and the scolding that had come then from Santa.
"What did my sweet girl do?" Ace was still holding the picture, looking at you closely, you were really adorable in that little blue dress on and the hair in pigtails on the sides of your head, not to mention your cheeks. He would have eaten them with kisses.
"Oh nothing, I just wandered off and lost myself, until I got to a Marine camp." You responded by shaking Ace’s hand, and laughing under your mustache, it was based on you walking away and you’d made a total mess. He laughed his head off, imagining you popping out of a bush and blowing up the Marines.
"Those men saw Daddy’s symbol embroidered on her dress and took her hostage, and we got the worst scare thinking she was in the jaws of some beast." Marco had said while looking down the path: "Then we beat them up because they made her cry."
"They told me that I would never see my dad again and that he would end up in Impel Dawn." You answered by remembering those bad words and then driving them out of your mind.
"My poor little girl." Ace said, kissing you on the cheek to make you sulk. And earning a reprimand from Marco this time.
"And as soon as my big brothers found out, they targeted the camp to free me." You ended up jumping on a rock to look in the same direction as Marco.
In less than half a day you had gone far from the coast.
"Much like Luffy who got caught by one of the worst bandits in the Kingdom of Goa, Sabo and I arrived just in time before he killed him." Ace didn’t often talk about his brother Sabo, you knew the speech was still very delicate for him, even after years had passed.
"Ah us big brothers." Satch had said beating a blow on your boyfriend to keep him from getting depressed. And Ace laughed along with him about other adventures in a short way about his little brother.
"There should be some ancient ruin over there, we can camp there for the night." Marco had said, helping you down the rock.
Ancient ruins meant only one thing, treasures to discover.
In half an hour you arrived at the established point and once you put your luggage you began to explore the place, not finding much inside those ruins.
"Other Pirates probably." Ace said as he showed you only small gold coins covered with so many layers of dust.
"Indeed, but the island is not marked on the new maps. I wonder why?" Marco looked around as Izo came back with another bag of gold coins: "It was hidden under a wooden beam." He said as you joined the two bags.
At least a little booty you took.
Satch filmed you and told you to start setting up camp for the night.
"In spite of everything we are no longer old enough for certain things." He said going out the necessary to cook.
You and Izo would set up the giant tent you brought with you, Marco had inspected the place and made sure there was no danger with Ace and Satch had taken everything they needed for dinner.
The night slipped quickly over your camp as you started cooking and setting it up.
"Strange, we didn’t even get off the boat that late and it’s already dark." You said as you passed the soup and meat dishes.
"The islands in this area are closer to the cold areas, it is normal for it to get dark first." Izo answered as he started eating hot soup.
"We haven’t met much though and it seems strange, just weird-looking plants and nothing else." Ace almost choked on his food while he was talking, and you gave him a few blows on the shoulder to get him back.
"Ace is right, we would have to meet a lot of wild animals and a more untamed nature, here instead there are only ruins and paths traced as if someone lived on the island." You said while sipping a glass of water.
The island was too quiet for your taste.
"It is a very old island, it may be that at some point it has reached the end of its life cycle, or it has been attacked and set on fire, that’s why we see it this way." Satch said by sitting next to you and starting to eat his meal.
You and Ace nodded, Satch’s explanation was the most plausible. The dinner passed quietly, you laughed and joked to the end, starting to speculate about what could have happened to the island and laughing to crack skin.
"Well, now I propose a classic to end the evening on a high. I never!" Satch had released the bottles of sake and the glasses, moreover he had taken a strong one, very very strong.
"Aren’t you a little old for these Satch games?" Ace gave him a sneering elbow, and you laughed and started handing out the glasses.
Come to think of it, it was the first time that the man with the scar on his temple involved you in a game like that, you used to get sent to bed early when you were a kid, or they would only get together to do guy stuff in one of their rooms and they wouldn’t let you in.
Maybe they accepted the fact that you’d grown up.
"Come on, Ace, make him feel a little young again." He had told Izo by taking place and opening one of the bottles and pouring the contents into the glasses.
"How do you know him?" You asked Ace as Marco sat next to him.
"You learn a lot by traveling on your own." Ace put his orange hair on your head and smiled at you like a cat. Or you wanted to hear more about his travels.
"Satch, at this point you start the game." Marco said accepting the glass that Izo was giving him.
"Just know that I’m going to make you red as a bell," Satch said, raising his glass and focusing on something to do.
"I never... I never... in fact I never got caught in bed with someone." The brown said with a diabolical smile. Both you and Ace had been drinking and Izo joined you too.
"You’re the one who comes in with a tight leg every time, without even knocking." You said by fixing Ace’s hat and trying to swallow the sake, your boyfriend didn’t seem to be getting the same effect yet.
"Izo even Satch came into your room at a private time?" Ace had asked, putting the glass in front of him.
"Satch doesn’t have what’s called touch." Confirmed the man with the black hair, and then continue the game: "It’s my turn, let’s see... I’ve never... I used ropes or something to tie someone to bed." Izo smiled when he saw Satch drinking, but the sip went sideways as soon as Ace took a sip, too.
"I want this told!" Satch turned to you ready to pour more sake.
"You’ll just know we used something, nothing more." He had told Ace by making his tongue and stroking your back, mindful of what had happened a few weeks before.
"Oh no, you must also tell or not worth." You laughed, Satch really knew everyone’s sex life and somehow he would find out, and it was better to avoid uncomfortable questions in front of one of your subordinates.
"Ace’s pearl necklace." You answered by twisting it between your fingers.
"Wait how it didn’t break?"
"We did good." You answered with red cheeks and making everyone laugh, even Ace who left you a kiss on the shoulder uncovered.
Some things you would never say.
"Come on! Tonight it’s all thinking." Oh, my God, you would have died laughing, you knew you would have died laughing that night.
"I never... had sex on guard duty." Said the Phoenix grinning at Satch, the man in question was forced to drink: "Then, for that woman I would have done it in front of a Marine." Satch said he remembered the stunt that had made him discover it from half crew.
"On the lookout point... but isn’t it uncomfortable?" You asked, looking back on all the times you and Ace slept together and just waking up in pain.
"Oh... little sister you still don’t know anything, and don’t think that the phoenix here is so innocent, once he closed with one and for three days we didn’t hear from him anymore. " He said Satch by punching Marco.
"An old relationship." He had put the blond back smiling at the memories evoked.
"I’ve never touched a woman’s breasts." Ace said bringing the glass to her lips and forcing everyone to drink. The game also had the facet of saying things that had been done as if I hadn’t done them to get everyone drunk.
"What do you mean?" He asked you then looked at you with a slightly clouded look from alcohol.
"Does that count when I was bathing with Whitey Bay when I was a kid? Because once true I groped her telling her that I wanted to have breasts like hers." You responded by laughing for everyone’s faces, but everyone else laughed, and Izo filled your glass.
"I never... oh, my God, I could be mean here." You said playing with a glass and making others worry, "I never... Ace what have we never done? Ah Sex in the kitchen!" You said looking at your boyfriend and forcing the other three men to drink.
"Wait don’t tell me everyone did it there!" Ace said looking at them puzzled.
"It’s a classic." All three of them answered with another sip.
Then you and Ace were all that was missing.
"I never had sex in prison." Said Satch and Ace teased him a little, he who was a man of the world had not behind such an experience. And you and Ace have been drinking.
"Wait both of you, how is it possible?" Marco said looking at you worried: "How did you end up in prison? I can understand Ace, but just you... I can’t believe it." Said your big brother still amazed.
"Oh it’s a funny story in part." You said while sipping your one sake. Your throat was burning as you thought about what happened a few months before.
You didn’t expect to wake up in a prison cell. Your hangover headache was pounding your head, but you were able to focus on a few details. In the cell it wasn’t just you, but there was also Ace lying on the ground sleeping happily.
"Ace..." You tried to wake him, but the door that opened and the voice of some men convinced you to pretend to be still sleeping.
From what they said, they were marines using unorthodox methods to catch pirates.
And they claimed to have made a big score by capturing you two prominent members of the White Beard crew.
"In the end we did well to bribe the innkeeper and have him fix his dishes with drugs so that he could knock out the devil’s fruit owners, and along with the alcohol they drank they will take a long time to recover." The man said leaving the room.
What bastards.
You didn’t get to go to prison many times, the few times that had happened had been with your older brothers for a short time, The time they sobered up a colossal hangover and then escaped back to the ship with a couple of valuables and new weapons to add to the armory.
When you got off the ship you didn’t expect such an upside, in short you had come down to spend some time together and have a private appointment without half the ship keeping an eye on you, but instead you were captured by the Marines and locked in the same cell and chained to each other.
They gave Ace a strange drug before they put him in the cage and you, too, saying that Ace’s dose would knock out a horse and he couldn’t use his devil’s fruit for a while. So it had to be pretty massive.
Ace had just woken up and luckily he was fine, his body temperature was just a little lower.
"What assholes." He said as he sat down and grabbed your shoulders to hug you.
"You’re right, what do we do now?" You asked leaning against him and looking at the door in front of you.
"You know my power burns everything I take?" Ace’s question sparked a low-belly heat. What was he thinking.
"We’re in an Ace prison..." You dett feeling the bulge of his pants hitting your sex.
"I know love and here two year left the key who knows where." Said Ace as he kissed your shoulder and fumbled with his belt.
The idea gets you too excited to listen to reason, and then that guy’s chances rarely happen.
"Be quiet though, I don’t want to be seen by those guys." You said to him while you were just pulling his panties apart to help him get in.
She didn’t prepare you but you were wet enough to stand the burning, luckily you decided to put on your skirt for that night.
Ace had kissed your shoulder, and with his hands he had harpooned your hips, starting to dictate the rhythm of the thrusts.
You bit your lip so you wouldn’t moan too hard and leaned against his chest when Ace hit a spot that made you lose your breath for a moment.
The door in front of you was still locked.
Then Ace had taken you by the thighs, lifting them and with a snap he had also risen, going towards the bars to look for support. The cold metal made you wince in contact with your skin and that position was something obscene.
If there had been a mirror, Ace would have seen all the movements.
A couple of stronger, better thrusts, and you two had come together and silenced each other by kissing.
Ace’s body temperature had greatly increased and within a short time he had freed you from the handcuffs that held you both.
The Marines were stupid not to put handcuffs on him to contain his power and leave you alone in a cell.
They had no idea that all they needed was a little exercise to burn everything they had put into circulation in Ace’s body and that exercise.
You still felt your weak legs as you walked down the stairs and that’s why Ace picked you up. He was also shaking for the orgasm you had received but it was better to go out and enjoy after a bit of well-deserved pampering.
Marco brought you back to reality : "What were you thinking?" He asked you by winking.
"We still haven’t finished the game Honey." Ace said grinning and looking at you with an accomplice, he also remembered well that time.
"Shall we film?" You asked leaning against Ace’s arm and scratching his back without being seen by others. Ace responded with an increase in heat in his body and you both laughed and drank again because of Satch.
You’ve all been drinking this time.
The evening passed into the middle of the night, until the sun was rising.
You slept in Ace’s lap, because at some point for too much alcohol you had come sleepy and almost did not fall on the ground if Ace had not taken you before.
The others chatted happily about the more and less lulling you into sleep along with the heat emanating from Ace’s body.
#one piece#portgas ace smut#ace smut#ace x oc#ace x reader#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace x reader#portugas d ace#Happy_Ely🪷#one piece ace#portgas d ace#portgas d ace smut#ace op#soft smut#❤️🔥
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❓️ for the prompt meme (one of my favorite emojis tbh) - effiesaude
Emoji prompts: ❓ - “is this what you want?”
This prompt is now officially the longest thing I've written for on here, so thank you for the suggestion @orlz! I ended up going with Alexander for this, tho I did consider using Bruce for a bit bcs I associate that emoji with him a lot lol
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2033 words
Content warning: Mentions of plagues/epidemics
Divider by newlips (who apparently deactivated, but I have the link to the post with the dividers)
The sound of a bell ringing draw’s Xenia’s attention away from the monotony of reviewing shipping details at the counter of her bookshop. The work day is drawing to an end, and with that there always seems to be fewer people stopping by the bookshop. She doesn’t mind the break— there are always plenty of customers around lunch. But as her shift draws closer and closer to ending, a final push to keep herself from getting too tired is appreciated.
And it’s even more appreciated when she sees none other than Alexander walking in.
“General,” Xenia greets with a nod.
“Detective,” he replies.
“Give me just ten more minutes.”
“Take all the time you need.”
He says that, but Xenia knows that time is a precious commodity. For the two of them, she would argue that it’s even more precious.
Xenia had thought that Alexander and his troops would leave after the Polyhedron fell. They had only come here to help deal with the Sand Pest. She had expected that they would leave after it had been dealt with, going off towards another military campaign. Especially with the commander at their head— everyone knows about Alexander Block, how he rose through the ranks to become a general younger than anyone had before. Big things were supposed to be ahead of him.
And yet he got sent to a dying town. He was sent to a village ravaged by a plague, with no medical team sent along with him to lend a hand. Sent with troops who planned a mutiny against him, left to solve a problem with no clear solution. It feels like too much of an oversight to have been an actual mistake, but as much as Xenia loves to pull at the threads of a mystery, trying to prove some grand conspiracy is beyond the scope of her amateur detective work.
Regardless, Alexander’s time in the Town-on-Gorkhon is far from what anyone could have expected it to be. With it already being outside of what’s expected, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that the general decided to stay in town after the Polyhedron came down.
He’s kinder than Xenia would have expected from a man nicknamed General Ashes. He didn’t want to leave the town to heal on its own, left to pick up the pieces after an unimaginable tragedy. Not all of his troops were happy about the decision to stay in town, and neither were all of the town’s citizens.
But at the end of the day, Xenia thinks that this will be for the best. When someone’s recovering from a sickness, others can help with the healing process. She doesn’t see a reason why things should be different for a town recovering from an illness.
Though she might be biased in wanting Alexander to stay here. That was another surprising thing that came from him staying in town these past couple of months.
Xenia had expected a lot of things from Alexander, but the last thing that she had expected was that she would start dating him. And for once not being able to predict things isn’t terrifying. Caring for him is one surprise she doesn’t dislike.
Xenia finishes putting the store’s earnings away for the day, locking it up in a vault built into the floor behind her counter. When she gets back up, Alexander is standing by the shop’s door like he’s keeping guard, making sure that no one can come in to interrupt the closing process.
He’s affectionate in his own way. Xenia can appreciate that. She knows she doesn’t show she cares in the most traditional ways either.
“I should be ready to go when you are,” Xenia says.
“You’re getting faster at that,” Alexander notes as she makes her way over to join him by the door.
“I’m trying to make the best of my time,” she says.
After all, her time with Alexander is limited. The Powers That Be will always demand more of him, and the Capital will always find a way to keep him busy. He can’t be the town’s guardian forever.
Xenia and Alexander have about a month left together. Twenty-seven days including today— Xenia has been keeping track. She has to make sure she savors every moment she has with him.
Xenia has never had much experience with relationships. She’s not the best with people in general. She’s good at studying them— figuring out how they work from a distance. But when it comes to getting close to them, she’s always struggled.
And yet she managed to grow close to Alexander over the course of these last few months. Closer than she has been with anyone, really. She’s dated people twice before, but it wasn’t like this. She’s never fallen this hard or fast before.
Xenia hates that she finally found someone she could see herself spending the rest of her life with, and things between them could end so soon. Maybe they can try to make things work even while he’s away. She’s always been a problem solver first and foremost, and she’s come up with a couple of ideas for how they could keep their relationship alive while they’re apart.
But she’ll make the time she has left with Alexander last.
Xenia will miss getting to go on walks with him like this though. Usually they talk, but today they’re quiet. Still they match steps with each other, the cold winter air from the steppe making Xenia wish she still had a face mask on her. But without that to provide any warmth she inches closer to Alexander so their arms brush against each other.
Neither of them usually like public displays of affection. It feels awkward to know people could see them being close like this. The town knowing that they’re in a relationship is different from being able to see it, so they try not to do any more than hold hands in public.
But Alexander doesn’t shy away from Xenia now. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close. It’s sweet, something that’s usually reserved for private moments between the two of them.
“You’re warm,” Xenia compliments.
“Thank you,” Alexander says.
They keep going in silence for a while. The streets of the town are confusing to most, but Xenia’s memorized the flow of them. They’re curving and uneven, cutting odd paths more like something you’d see in biology than city planning. But there’s something about them that helps Xenia to think.
Mainly she tends to think about the future. The things she thinks of now aren’t as bleak as they used to be. But she keeps having thoughts of Alexander being there with her— maybe one day moving in, staying with her and being there for her like no one has before. Through birthdays and holidays and all of the unpleasant things that inevitably come with the passage of time.
Things won’t work out that well. They don’t usually for her. But Xenia can’t stop thinking about staying with Alexander, about him staying a part of her life for as long as possible.
They need to talk about things. Xenia hates doing that. But they need to.
“You leave at the end of the month,” Xenia says. It sounds too sudden, but it’s a good enough start to the conversation.
Alexander nods. “I do.”
“We should talk about that.”
Xenia doesn’t like the thought of looking at Alexander right now, so she focuses on the streets ahead of her. They’re winding with uneven cobblestones, and along the path she sees some twyre growing, somehow persisting despite it being out of season.
“What do you want to do?” she asks.
“What I’d like would be to continue dating you. But the distance makes things complicated. I don’t want to subject you to that,” Alexander says.
“Right.”
At least it’s nice to know that he wishes they could stay together too. It doesn’t stop the ache in Xenia’s chest at the thought that this conversation may lead to them breaking up.
Maybe she should give up. But she’s never been good at doing that. She’s always been desperate to find a way to make things work with everything.
“But maybe first we could see how things go while you’re away,” Xenia says, glancing towards Alexander out of the corner of her eyes.
“As in?” he questions.
“As in we don’t break things off and try to make things work from a long distance,” she says.
Alexander frowns. It’s hard to tell if he thinks the idea is bad or if he’s worried that Xenia’s just saying that because it’s what he’d want to hear. She’s pretty sure it’s the latter.
“Is this what you want?” Alexander asks after a moment. “I’ll be away for months.”
“I know.”
And that’s a thought that Xenia hates. She wishes that she could keep him here with her. The town is safer than any battlefield would be, and she’d be able to see his pretty face everyday.
Alexander has responsibilities. Xenia knows that. She can’t be selfish and demand he stay. But she wishes she didn’t have to lose him. Not when she’s finally found a relationship that she thinks could last.
“But I still want to be with you,” Xenia says. “We can write letters until you’re able to visit on leave. If you want to come here anyway.”
“I would like that. Though I’m not sure that I’m as gifted as you are with letter writing,” Alexander says.
“You can’t be that bad. And either way, I’ll like hearing from you.”
And, most importantly, getting letters from him will reassure her that he’s safe and alive.
“I’ll like hearing from you too,” Alexander says. “I like you a lot, angel.”
It takes Xenia a second to process that he said the last part in English. His words are a little awkward and stilted— he’s clearly still getting the hang of the language.
“You— that was English,” Xenia manages to force out when she remembers she should speak.
“It needs some work,” Alexander admits. “But you’ve always spoken to me in my native tongue. I thought you’d appreciate it if someone learned yours.”
Xenia struggles to find her words more now than she did when she thought they were going to break up. This might be the kindest thing someone has ever done for her, and she doesn’t think that Alexander even realizes how important this is. They haven’t said I love you to each other yet, but this conveys the idea just with different words. It feels like a commitment, like he’s saying he’s here for the long haul. Like maybe the thoughts Xenia had of settling down together in the future might be possible.
“Thank you,” Xenia says. “I— how much have you learned?”
“Not much. I’ve been practicing for a week. Mostly more, ah, romantic phrases. I hoped to surprise you,” Alexander says.
Xenia rests her hand on his back. “It was a really good surprise. Would you understand me if I said, you’re the handsomest man I’ve ever met?”
“I… understood the end.”
Xenia supposes she should have guessed he was more focused on learning ways to compliment her than to respond to her own flirtations.
“How about you’re very pretty?” she tries.
Alexander’s cheeks redden and Xenia’s pretty sure it’s not just from the cold. “Thank you.”
“You have a cute accent,” Xenia says with a laugh, leaning closer into him.
“Your accent speaking Russian is very cute,” he replies, quick as ever to try to turn the compliment back on to her.
“Thank you. I could help teach you more English if you wanted. Maybe I can give you some lessons in our letters.”
“I would appreciate it,” Alexander says. He holds her even closer with his arm as they turn down a narrower street, like he's trying to keep her fused to his side. “I really do like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too,” Xenia promises. It’s not quite an I love you, but it’s close enough. And for once it’s easy to think that she could stay like this, feeling happy and loved, forever.
#my writing#asks#safeship#selfship fic#orlz#thank you for the prompt!#🔎 Xenia#🎖️#🎖️ doomed by the narrative
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Undead Nightmare 2 pitch:Vampire Hunter Arthur Morgan or Vampire Arthur
Nothing will ever piss me off over the fact we never got Undead Nightmare 2 when they had so much fucking material to work with.
But ONE THING I think would've worked was centering Undead Nightmare 2 around Vampires.
Vampire Hunter route.
Imagine this. The Vampire of Saint Denis is not just a easter egg, but the big bad of this DLC story. If you ever saw the movie Nosferatu, you will know that when Count Orlock came to the village, he brought the plague to the town.
So this is how the story could go. Arthur, John and Dutch arrive in Saint Denis to look for Jack and what they find is hell on Earth. Every building is quarantined and warning everyone of the plague. Zombies and Vampires run the streets of Saint Denis and eventually the whole country. They eventually see there is only one building that is full of life. Bronte's. They get Jack out, but there is a problem. Bronte was bitten and you know what happens to those who don't tell about being bit. Bronte turns, attacks his men and Arthur, Dutch, John and Jack flee.
Shady Belle is in ruins. The monsters attacked and there are barely survivors. Only Abigail, Sadie, Charles, Bill and Micah survived. The rest have to be put down.
Throughout the game we are tasked with learning just what the hell is going on. The dead walk the Earth and it's up to the survivors of the Van der Linde gang to put an end to this Undead Nightmare.
Arthur becomes a Wild Western Van Helsing. A wide variety of ammunition in fighting the undead. Silver Bullets, holy Water, Stakes, phosphorus bullets and more to fight the Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, Witches, Ghosts and even Aliens. Final fight is against the head Vampire of Saint Denis and after Arthur kills the Vampire, the Undead Nightmare will be over....or will it? After the deed is done, Micah is there with yellow eyes and bearing his fur and fangs showing he's become a Werewolf and Arthur with his revolver full of silver bullets drawn, Micah lunging for Arthur and Arthur prepared to shoot, leaving Arthur and Micah's fates ambiguous.
Vampire Route.
The Saint Denis Vampire would've been the perfect launching point for Undead Nightmare 2, especially if it's during chapter 6. Because back in the day people thought that TB made you a vampire (Vampire Panic of the 1800's) so it fits perfectly with the narrative as we have it.
Imagine Arthur just learned of his condition with Tuberculosis. He's dying and he hears all the voices during his journey and what he's done. But instead of seeing the Buck/Coyote, he instead hears a voice calling to him in the dark alleys of Saint Denis and guiding Arthur to the writings and as he reads the final writing, the sun goes out and Arthur is met face to face with the vampire. Offering him a way out of his slow agonizing death. Arthur refuses, but the vampire doesn't give him a choice. Arthur shoots him but he doesn't die and you get close and he bites you and the story is Arthur trying to not become a vampire instead of dying from TB.
If you play it High Honor, Arthur can resist his vampiric bloodlust and stay true to who he is. Arthur can stave his lust for human blood by feeding off on animals. Arthur's TB is gone and he has the choice. Kill the Vampire and be rid of the curse or continue to live and use his powers for the good of the gang?
If you play it Low Honor, Arthur becomes a foul creature of the night. Feeding and draining people around him, even members of the gang if he so chooses.
He remembers the stories of the power of the Vampire. So he decides to put that to a test. Go back to Blackwater for the money and carve a bloody path for the money. He brings the money back to the gang, but with him, he unwittingly creates an army of the undead that threatens to consume the world. Can Arthur and the gang survive this Undead Nightmare and find their paradise or will Arthur's bloodlust destroy everything?
#Red Dead Redemption#Red Dead Redemption 2#Undead Nightmare 2#Undead Nightmare#Arthur Morgan#John Marston#Dutch Van Der Linde#Micah Bell
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My bad, I went to sleep and forgot to upload the chapter. After this, I will post the first character and bio so you get an image. Also, the app finally let me in to see if my story is still uploaded and it is, so I will be uploading on both platforms.
The Chronicles of Calais: Echoes From the Veil
High Imperial Empress Cahya has never liked early rises, and yet just before another rise of the sun shines over the mountains, she is up before everyone. Her mornings are mostly, if not all of the day, spent in the throne room. Talking to subjects, holding meetings with other nobles, and arguing with one of her siblings. Many are small inconveniences to her empire, but it is never exciting, so day after day, Cahya takes great care of her duties just like always. However, she walks down the same halls as she has always had since she was young. She is slower today. The Eclipse of the Veil Memorial is coming up.
She hates that day, as it marks a day of pain and terror. While many people died that day, she can only remember one face among the dead, former High Imperial Empress Amaris. Her mother was an amazing ruler and an even greater mother. Cahya could not think much as the thought of her deceased mother clouded her mind. Her hand glided across rigged skin near her neck, claw marks, given by a Voidrend, a creature that resides in the Veil. Cahya has never forgotten that day, and while she is no longer plagued by nightmares of that dreadful day, her heart always yearns to her questions dancing in her head. What if it never happened?
As Cahya reaches the hall to the throne room, Cahya's eyes fill with tears. It is not often when the High Imperial Empress of Calais shows emotions, but her pain and sorrow were a little too much for her today. Many times her mother scolded her for those shown emotions. Today started like every other day, but now she stands in the hall silently, weeping away a painful heartache from long ago. In front of the meeting room, the door hangs a painting. It is the lineage of the Vampirean people of Calais. Cahya's family was the first to settle in Calais and broadcast that it was a haven for all alien species and supernatural folks alike. A new hope for the strange and damned.
Cahya's eyes found what she was looking for and let out a deep sigh. Wiping away the foreign tears from her eyes, Cahya motioned for the doors to be opened. The life of a royal is a tedious one, but the life of the highest ruling member of the court is downright lonesome.
Her mother married young and soon after she was born.
While it is completely up to her when deciding on her marriage, sometimes she wonders how her life would be. Days would look entirely different. Maids running after little bodies would bring a smile to her
face. Her thoughts were interrupted,
"You are late, sister." Darius barritone voice echoed through the room. Darius Delaric, the 13th heir to the throne and a thorn in her side. As a boy, Darius loved Canya with extreme admiration, but as he grew older with his mother in his ear, Darius began to hate his stepsister. Cayha silently chuckled, "An Empress is never late. You, dear brother, arrive extremely early. You even make the High Imperial Enchantress look late, and they study punctuality to become an enchantor." Cahya countered slyly. Darius dramatically rolled his brown eyes.
"Are the two of you finished, or do you want to fight this out like last time?"
Our father, former High Imperial Emperor Alden, stated, that it seemed today's meeting wasn't a joyous own by the tone of the old man's voice. Simple nods given by each sibling were all that was necessary for the former emperor to start the meeting. Alden cleared his throat and turned his chair slightly," Are you going to stand in the corner, or are you going to greet your siblings?"
Cahya's siblings, with many folks, possess power. While some are genetic, few can possess power through bloodline and the rave of passing abilities through turning like Cahya's family as they and most of their folks former High imperial Emperor Alden stated. It seems today's meeting isn't a joyous own by the tone of the old man's voice. Simple nods given by each sibling were all that was necessary for the former emperor to start the meeting. Alden cleared his throat and turned his chair slightly," Are you going to stand in the corner, or are you going to greet your siblings?"
Cahya's siblings, with many folks, possess power. While some are genetic, few can possess power through bloodline and the rave of passing abilities through turning like Canya's family as they and most of their folks are vampiric in geneo. Cahya and Darius are rare cases of possessing more than one power besides the vampiric abilities that are given if birth into the category. Dante, among four other siblings, has unique gifts. The dark corner started to shrink, and everyone knew who it was. A man walked toward the Empire military uniform. Metals decorating his chest with nothing out of place Dante Thalais is a man of honor, and dedication, and commander of the Solarian Imperial Army.
"Dante!" everyone shouted as they got up to hug their brother. While Cahya and Dante may not be blood-related, Cahya views Dante as such. Growing up together and collectively being pushed aside for every newborn child, the former High Imperial Empress Consort Elara, their bond grew ever closer.
"Wait, what are you doing at home. I thought you and your group were going on a mission to Yamara." Liora exclaimed.
"Yamara?" The group stopped and looked at their sister,
"Why was there a mission to Yamara!" Cahya exclaimed, angry.
" I asked for this mission and to keep it away from you due to the location. I knew you would disapprove of the mission."
Cahya may be a poised woman, especially due to her leadership, but sometimes her emotions become too much even for her to handle. Her eyes tell anyone whether or not to stay clear of the High Imperial Empress.
"Cahya, calm down. There was a reason for the secrecy," the lights start to dim," a rift has opened on the Isle, little one."
Canya's expression changed to confusion," What do you mean, a rift in the Veil has opened? That is ... "
Screams bled in her mind, and memory took over.
Cahya was only a young girl when the veil ripped open. Utter chaos descended upon Calais. The balance between the realm of their world and the Veil collided, making unnatural things appear. While there are creatures of the Veil, and many of them are harmless. Some creatures can even make the Goddess of Creation scream. Canya's mother fought many of them to protect her and herself.
"Cahya!"
Cahya looked over to see her youngest sister, Iry, on her side. As she looked up, her eyes stared back in worry. Iry hasn't released
her grip, either.
" I think it's best to sit down. The map is needed in this meeting." Their father motioned Dante to continue. As Cahya took a seat, Iry stood by her side, and knowing how stubborn that young girl, Cahya, allowed her to stand.
"Father informed me that an alert from one of our relay stations coming from Yamara. We know they have alarms to alert us when a rift occurs or the veil is collapsing. Well, we got an alert from the Isle of
Yamara and well... just look..,"
As Dante typed away, Cahya was thinking about her mother.
The relay station was their father's idea after Amaris and many
others perished during the first one. The Eclipse of the Veil caused more than chaos. The planet was on the brink of death, and with communication towers destroyed, requesting aid from our allies and even outsiders, we were not accessible. Our world would have died, and our culture withered away if a Yautja mothership wasn't in the solar system.
A beeping sound began to fill Canya's ears as she looked up. Colors of lights ranging from the spectrum caused gasps from everyone.
Some things live in the Veil. Creatures that can cause chaos and rain havoc on this planet. A black-light or spot hasn't appeared" I came home early due to a narrow escape from a horror that we have not encountered yet," as Dante shifted his attention to a recording, the globe continued to fill Yamara's landmass except near the
coastline. Cahya noted that.
A second screen appeared above the table, and as static faded, the group of royals watched in horror as a rift larger than the castle they currently reside in split open. By drones, creatures that reside in the Veil poured out. Many creatures that filtered out, canya recognized from the first time she encountered them. However, three new creatures caused Cahya to lean forward.
No knowledge or text states the veil can have creatures evolve, but that should not be a surprise. When Cahya's mother, Amaris, became curious about the veil, many scholars and volunteers were. tried to cross over to study inside the veil itself.
Many people died due to their curiosity while inside the veil itself, and the few that came back died within hours to days of their return to our realm. Much isn't known about the veil or its creatures, but we do not know what resides there or so Cahya thought. As Canna was preparing to ask Dante a question, something blurred ran out of the rift.
" What was that?"
Everyone looked to Cahya in confusion and did no one see what
she saw.
" Rewind the video. I saw something go past. Slow the video down. I know I saw something."
As the tape was rewound and slowed, Cahya saw it again, as did everyone else.
"Is that what I think it is?" Giselle spoke up. Dante started on enhancing the image. As the blurring dissipated, Cahya's fears started to become a reality.
"I thought you said they weren't real? " Cahya looked to her father.
" You were screaming in the middle of the night and wouldn't sleep for days at a time. What was I supposed to tell you, hmm? That I can not protect from a place I can not visit, nor a creature I can not see. You have a right to be angry, little one, but I did my best. I will be in my studies if anyone needs me."
Giselle turned to her sister," You have seen one of these creatures? Iris said a few paintings were found in a corner of the library that depicts them. They look horrific."
Cahya's memory from her childhood is blurry. She will never forget what it looked like as it dragged her mother down to her knees. Her mother blocked the creature's access to her. Her mother's cries as the creature, and her fight in the hall still echo in her mind.
"Well, Cahya, you seem to have run off the old man. Again?"
Cahya sneered at her brother before getting up from her chair," Brother, please refrain from making me send you flying out of a window. I do care not about your well-being today. Your words are as empty as promises of a fading moon, futile, and lost in the shadow of your illusions."
"You know, Cahya, Father has always believed in us, even when others doubted. It's a shame you can't see beyond your ambitions." Darius stated.
"Your sentimentality blinds you, Darius, much like a flickering candle in a storm. But remember, even shadows are cast by the light."
Cahya walked out of the meeting and to her own office. Throwing herself into the chair, she looked out the window at the forest behind her home. Cahya gazed pensively at the forest beyond, and her thoughts swirled with the weight of responsibility.
The news of the rift in the Veil weighed heavily on her mind, casting a shadow over the tranquility of the scene outside. With a determined resolve, she knew that her journey to save Calais had only just begun. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. With the fate of her world hanging in the balance, Cahya knew that she must act swiftly and decisively.
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Author's Note: Each chapter is not long, and I do like to write like that. However, if you prefer longer chapters, let me know, and I can make them longer.
The images are characters, places, and deities that make the story more connected and complex. As the story progresses, you will see more characters added. This story picks up quickly as I am not for a slow story.
Lastly, let me know how you guys feel about this chapter. It's going to be some questions many people were to ask, but I promise that when the story continues and picks up, the question will be answered.
I hope you guys like this first chapter. It took me 4 rewrites to be content with this one, and honestly, I want to rewrite it, but I digress. I believe we can set a schedule every 3 or 4 days, and I will upload a new chapter. If that becomes a hassle for me, I'll update you on here.
Each chapter is around 2000 words, and it may be longer in some chapters, though.
That's all for now, I hope you like it, until next time, bye 👋🏾 😘 😊
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Snippet...[Warnings: N*zis, Strong Language, and the Crew are just a warning to anything]
"I'm done, man, honestly, I'm done." Dempsey shut his eyes, his breathing growing shallow as he struggled to gain control of the anger that is brewing inside him. Richtofen frowned, looking at his teammate and shaking his head.
"No–"
Dempsey made a noise, like a strangled animal, and jumped up from the old chair he was sitting on, his arms outstretched as he lets out another noise. "I'm done, Eddie! This time travel BS is fucking with us! I mean, come on, the Nazis won? The Soviets won? The US turned into its worst possible nightmare?! Fuck this man, I'm done!"
Nikolai shrugs, "I mean...at least we haven't gone back in time and gotten the Black Plague or went into another universe that was dictated by women." He avoids Lilja's hard stare, her eyes narrowed. Takeo sighs.
"You're making it worse." He mumbles, and Nikolai gives him a look.
"Worse? No, I'm trying to say that what we've seen so far is nothing compared to what could possibly await us. We've chased after some stupid piece of uranium, we're looking for some artifact, we encountered a crazy group of people from the future of another world that plans to use zombies to gain control of their world– I mean, how can anything possibly get worse, actually?"
"Alright, you better shut up before I knock all your teeth out. I'm sorry this isn't going according to plan, but if we decide to avoid this, then everything we've known is completely fucked. Our old lives were the same, fighting the undead constantly while we followed him," Lilja points at Richtofen, who gives a small, sheepish smile. "We died so many times, we sacrificed so much. But Samantha needs us. The universes are merging, and if we don't stop it, we can face a death more horrific and real than we have ever gone through."
Dempsey sighs, nodding his head while walking closer to the group. "I know...I'm sorry. It's just...these different versions of us...Vietnam? Post World War Two? Fuck, being royalty? How do we know that this...is actually who we are?"
"Because we remembered each other. The dreams, the memories...I've told you all this before and you better start believing it. Fate brought us together. In a horrible way, but we found each other again. And I think now, that's all that matters." Lilja offers him a smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Dempsey doesn't notice this and smiles back, nodding his head once more and rubbing his hands together, the light returning to his eyes.
"Alright, where to next then?"
As Lilja explains their next objective, she can't help but think back to her sadistic self. She knew everything her previous selves have went through, the troubles they endured in both World Wars by the Russians and then Germans. To see her Ultimis self joining the Germans, to becoming a sick person who loved to get her next thrill by torturing POWs and traitors of Germany?
To see Richtofen growing more insane by the second, his desire to rule the world so unreal, so different, even from his Ultimis self. And the brainwashings, how they changed Dempsey and Takeo. Dempsey, someone who loves to help others and has a big heart, to be changed to a supersoldier with no empathy or that childlike light in his eyes. Takeo, someone who knows the pressure of being honorable and someone who takes his actions into full responsibility, to be so reckless and bloodthirsty.
And Nikolai, to betray his home, his people, to indulge in severe drinking and drug use and to be...she can't describe it. It makes her stomach churn, to have seen them in their worst versions, to force the boys to see themselves like that?
The outcome of World War Two was always a big topic among everyone, the 'what ifs' like a scary story. What if Germany won? What if the Soviets caused a nuclear fallout? What if the USA finally pursued Manifest Destiny? What if all the countries that have abused by bigger powers teamed up and caused another war? Her country being the cause of another war.
"Lilja, you okay?" Richtofen looks at her with a questioning gaze, and it makes her feel so...vulnerable. She wants to cry. She wants to just say "Fuck it", and give up. She doesn't want to see what else awaits them. She doesn't want these memories, she never wanted them, she never asked for them. They weren't a gift, they were a curse. Like being chosen by the supposedly dead Kronorium.
Instead, she forces another smile and nods. "Yes, I am. Let's get to work, the fate of all humanity depends on us."
There's no hope for wherever they go next. Because it's another death Lilja is going to be pained with.
So I planned, like a year or something ago, to try continuing the Zombies storyline since these recent CODs have been disappointing in continuing Cold War's story. I haven't published much story content, rather Headcanons and short snippets here and there. I'm not even sure if I have actually discussed this topic with y'all. But, basically, in these storyline, I chose my OC, Lilja, to be the new leader of the crew. She is chosen to attain all memories from her Ultimis and Primis selves, and she has to reunite the crew after Samantha Maxis manages to contact her with many warnings, the main one being that all universes could merge and humanity could end once that happens. If this wasn't OC led, Dempsey would have been the "Chosen One" and have been the new leader.
Anyways, basically they are guided by Samantha (and sometimes the evil forces from the Dark Aether who disguise themselves as Samantha) to time travel and jump universes to find objects that can help them in the final battle against the Dark Aether to save Samantha and basically the whole fucking universe.
The Crew has to jump universes to not only find significant artifacts, but they have to kill the different versions of themselves, and killing another version of themselves is painful in pretty much all the senses (for example, Nikolai shooting another version of himself in the head gives him a horrible headache.)
This snippet takes place after the crew finds themselves in an alternate universe where Germany won WW2 and took control of pretty much the whole world (with some territories given to its Axis Powers allies.) The versions of the crew are, as you can imagine, terrible and troubled and it affected the crew a lot to see themselves represent themselves as followers of the Nazi party. It's hard enough for me to write shit like that, but the What Ifs of World War Two are always a big topic among pretty much everyone and I couldn't ignore the opportunity of putting this theory to the test with our crew, who are World War Two oriented.
So this is basically what I've planned to write, and I might not even the get the chance to actually write a full on story about this potential work of continuing the zombies storyline (this is all my own opinions) since I won't get the chance to actually see how Gulf War's zombie storyline works out. Anyways, I hope you somewhat enjoyed this and I understand if you just left midway through my rant.
Have a wonderful day!
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Chapter 33
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It’s the loud banging that brings you from your slumber.
Not the constant vibrations that nearly make your phone vibrate off your bedside table. Your phone has been barraged with calls, texts, social alerts - you forgot to turn off notifications last night before sending out your tweets.
Part of you is scared to unlock your phone and end up killing it from message overload.
But most of you is just tired. You can’t gather the energy or strength to pick up the phone and answer your Coach’s call or explain to your friends that you can’t think about returning to the rink without bursting into tears or throwing up.
Figure skating is ruined for you.
Your passion, the one thing that’s brought you unbridled joy, has been tainted by malice and lies. The solitude you found on the ice is now poisoned by memories of a tall, dark-haired man who gave you the strength to fly. Any desire to become the best figure skater in the world is gone, replaced with a gaping void that you can’t even begin to think about how to close.
You’ve never felt more disconnected from living.
It took ages but you had finally drifted off last night, stuck between a restful slumber and a fitful doze. Somewhere where you mind floated in a dark abyss, no thoughts or feelings to plague your journey as you just…existed.
It was a more favorable state to be in, compared to now. Cotton-mouthed and groggy, walking to your front door to deal with whatever else the world has decided to throw in your face.
(You’re not dumb, and you check the peephole before undoing the locks. If it were your coach or something from the JSF you would play dead.)
But the figure on the other side has you quickly fumbling to get the deadbolt, and swinging open the door to your messy and disorganized apartment.
“Good morning.” Sakusa Kiyoomi says through his face mask. “Can I come in?”
You stare, open-mouthed, at your unexpected morning visitor. His words don’t register right away, but when they do you step to the side and let him in before shutting the door closed.
It’s not the first time he’s been at your place, but it’s certainly the first time he’s seen it in this state. Blankets tossed on the couch, dishes piled in the sink, the garbage can nearly overflowing. You’re not a slob by nature, and in the past you always took the time to tidy and clean up before Sakusa would come over. But now, as you watch him gaze around your place, you’re certain he thinks even less of you.
He eventually turns around and meets your gaze. “What are you doing?”
You’re surprised at the intensity in his gaze and his voice. It’s not hostile but it’s adamant, urgent.
Despite his need for answers, he doesn’t give you a chance to give one. “What do you think you’re doing, quitting?”
“‘M not.” You find your voice and speak up. “‘M not quitting.”
“Taking a step back knowing it could kill your chances at competing next year is quitting.” He replies back easily. He almost sounds exasperated - either with you or with the situation. His entire aura screams disappointed and the fact that you’re the one that put him there makes your heart fall. But how can you explain to him that you have no idea what you’re doing and you have no idea what to do but the idea of skating scares you and having to do what everyone else wants and not having any choice and -
“YN.”
You blink, and Sakusa is standing right before you, looking down at you with concern.
“What’s wrong?” He asks softly. You shake your head but don’t trust yourself to speak.
Sakusa brings a hand up to your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “But you’re crying.”
Oh, would you look at that? Tears are pouring down your face at an alarming rate, and only now you notice them soaking your shirt.
It takes only another beat for you to start sobbing, bringing your hands to hide your face. You feel awful, having this breakdown, albeit much needed, in front of Sakusa. The fact only adds to the overwhelming stress and anxiety that’s been plaguing you since Barcelona.
Strong arms bring you close to Sakusa’s chest, and you feel hands wrap around your shoulders. You can’t help but let out a pathetic whimper at the gesture, hating how much you needed this small reassurance.
It’s after a few minutes of you crying into Sakusa’s chest, soaking his shirt, when you hear him speak. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
You sniff. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I know I haven’t been a good friend since we got back to Japan. I received your messages, but could never bring myself to text you back.”
His confession weighs heavily on you, making you shrink in on yourself. “Why didn’t you text me?”
There’s a beat before Sakusa answers. “I was scared.” Another beat. “I’m still scared.”
You look up at his face in surprise. “Scared? Of what?”
“Of how much I feel for you.”
The heavy tension from before evaporates in a second with this second confession, and you feel the air leave your chest in a whoosh. Your heart kicks into overdrive, from the stark statement from Kiyoomi or from the optimism growing in your heart.
“YN,” Sakusa brings his hand to your face again, but not to wipe any more tears. Just to hold you, keep you from looking away from his dark eyes. As if there would be anything else you would choose to look at now.
“Do you hate me?” He asks quietly.
You shake your head quickly. “No. I don’t think I ever did.”
“Okay, good.” And before you realize it he’s swooping in to press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Your racing heart beats even faster, and the cloudy haze in your head is cleared and replaced with an entirely different haze that makes your knees weak. You clutch onto Kiyoomi’s arms, fearful of keeling over. But that doesn’t stop you from kissing him back, feeling his soft lips on yours and healing the frayed wounds on your heart.
When you pull apart, you can’t do anything but stare into Kiyoomi’s eyes and try to control your breathing. You see that he’s doing the same thing.
“I am now realizing that I have made a huge miscalculation in our relationship.” He finally says after a few minutes of breathing and staring.
You can’t help but smile at his word choice and how stilted he sounds. “If it makes you feel better I too made a serious miscalculation. I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.”
Kiyoomi smirks, not dissimilar from the ones he gave you early on in your relationship, but now it sends a shiver down your spine. “We can make up for lost time.”
And now you’re helpless to do anything but lean in and meet him halfway.
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“So you really don’t know what you’re going to do?”
Kiyoomi’s question carries from the kitchen, where he’s making two cups of tea while you rest on the couch. After several enjoyable minutes of kissing in your apartment entryway, the exhaustion you’d kept at bay with your anxiety had finally caught up and you had actually keeled over mid-kiss.
(Kiyoomi caught you before you fell and immediately brought you over to your couch. You sat together, you leaning on his chest while he held you close, and you drifted into a light nap. You woke up an hour later to Kiyoomi still holding you, carding a hand through your hair.)
“I really don’t.” You had spent the last ten minutes since waking up telling him everything that you’ve been experiencing the past few weeks. The hate you’ve received online, your coach pushing on you to make choices to your routine, the loneliness you’ve felt since coming home - you didn’t spare Kiyoomi from any anecdote, despite him being the catalyst for some of these feelings. You saw how upset he looked when you shared those stories, but you didn’t let him take the blame.
“I wasn’t handling things the best way,” you had said. “And I understand that you were scared and stressed too.”
Kiyoomi had pulled you into a hug in leu of a response, and from someone who was careful with his words and even more careful with his actions, you felt that the hug spoke volumes.
“Well I do think you taking a break is the best move, despite the consequences.” Kiyoomi walks into the living room, holding two mugs in his hands. He places them on the coffee table, and joins you on the couch. “And we don’t need to worry about those consequences, we need to make sure you’re feeling better.”
You grab the tea, acknowledging the warmth in your heart from his use of ‘we’ with a small smile. But it soon fades as take a sip of the jasmine tea. “I don’t even know what better looks like. Am I still skating? Am I quitting?”
“We’ll figure it out,” Kiyoomi reassures. “We can talk to a therapist if you want. I don’t know how much you’ve told your coach.”
“I didn’t tell her,” you say. “I didn’t tell anyone. I haven’t really been speaking to my coach outside of the few training sessions we’ve had.”
Kiyoomi hums and takes a sip of his own drink. “It’s understandable, given what’s been going on with the JSF.”
The mention of the JSF makes you frown more. However instead of the dread that has been associated with them of late, the familiar surge of anger fills you. You don’t want to return to skating if you’re going to be their puppet - hell you don’t think you can return now knowing what’s happened with your coach.
But what can you do? Sure, you might be a world champion, and you might have some clout from your new following thanks to winning, but the JSF has it out for you. Even you thinking of doing something to tell the world of what they’ve done is dangerous, and they would have no problem removing you from the national figure skating team.
You’re trapped, and you have to decide - continue on or leave the sport forever.
But a text pops into your head, one you received this morning in the wake of your announcement. One from a former jaded figure skater, who seeks retribution but also wants to expose the JSF for who they really are.
“Oikawa Tooru messaged me this morning,” you finally say. “He said I could talk to him, on or off the record.”
Sakusa doesn’t say anything right away, choosing to take a sip of his tea. “Would that help? Going to the press?”
You think about it, wondering if you’re fueling with the same vengeful energy that Oikawa has. Or are you doing this to better the sport? Would you even care if this didn’t happen to you?
You shake that thought away, of course you would care if this was happening to another skater. Despite going against the other skaters, despite everyone competing to be the best in their class, the best in their country, the best in the world, every single one of them is someone you consider a friend. You wouldn’t want to face them knowing that they are putting their all out on the ice, or realizing that they’ve been restricted in their choices because of tyrannical powers at be.
Every skater is a world class athlete, who has dedicated hours of their lives to the sport of figure skating. Early mornings, late nights, missed holidays, long-distance relationships with family and partners - figure skaters don’t skate for the sport alone. They have an unmatched passion that drives them to excellence. A skater that can’t embrace that passion due to restrictions out of their control is heartbreaking to you.
“Hey.” Kiyoomi grabs your hand and brings you from your deep thoughts. He holds your hand with both of his and gives you a serious look. “I’ll be right behind you, no matter what you decide.” He smiles, the moles over his eyebrow moving with the motion. “And I’ll do whatever I can to help and support you.”
You blink, but feel a smile spread over your lips at his promise. He’s not giving you permission or swaying you into a decision. He’s giving you the choice - a choice that’s always been yours - and choosing to support you with whatever you choice.
It’s that support, so lacking in your life, that helps you make your decision.
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AN: EEEEEKKKK!! How is everyone feeling after this chapter!?!?! I HOPE better, because we got a confession, we got comfort, we got a KISS, and we have YN ready to TALK! ON! THE! RECORD!!! Thank you all for reading!! We only have TWO chapters left!! Honestly this story has FLOWN by!! Please drink water and enjoy your days!! 💙💙💙
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The Stranger of Man
4 hourseman began to traverse the world sent by a God of neither light nor darkness. Upon reaching the land each horseman decided to split up to cover more ground. But before they could split apart a single man stood in there way. The horseman of death laughed so loud that the sounds rang around the entire planet. Which sounded the first trumpet of the apocalypse. The second horseman sneered out of disgust for what he said. A man who stood there in the way of his infinite thirst for war which sounded the second trumpet. The third horseman, disease crapped his pants out of his lust for the plague he once spear at the time of the black death. This smell populated the world with a great fowl oder which killed millions. This way the 3rd trumpet. The final horseman, famine, starved for a chance to taste this man that stood before him. The starvation sounded the 4th trumpet.
Now the man did proclaim himself a god, or even a man, but a machine. Standing in the way of the great enders of humanity. He looked before these great entities and said the following phase. "I bet you that I could beat you all in each one of your games before the sunset and moon rises." Each one looked at each other with amazement and oddity that this single man could even think of even proposing such a challenge.
The first was a race around the world between death and this man. Death circled the globe so quickly collecting so many souls that he was able to end all of humanity in a single swoop. But every time he tried the souls just kept re appearing in there bodies like nothing happened. Upon deaths skeletal horse grew tired and went into a perminant slumber. Death, being confused seeing that his horse had no life, questioned why this man did not make a single move. The man stated that because matter cannot be created nor destroyed all I needed to do was reverse the polarity of these supposed souls. So that each time you "killed them." I just replace the machine parts and recreated them. death screamed "YOU REPLACED EVERY PERSONS BODY WITH A MECHANICAL BODY." This man laughed, sounding the 5th trumpet, and said,"I didn't do anything. That "sythe" is just used to harvest wheat, not souls. You have just been giving them back there lives. All I did was change a 0 to a 1. For you see you were never death, you have always been life. Now please continue your job and bring life to everyone. Upon hearing this death realized that he was the actual one getting old. Upon here these words from the man. Deaths skin began to re-appear. He started to speak in a femaine manner.
Her words began to speak out more and more and from the dismay of all of the other horseman it was revealed that death was actually gaia. She had her life ripped away from her by this supposed god and was forced to walk the earth until her infinite slumber. She looked at the man and asked the following, "how did you know this young mortal? For I did not have flesh but only bone. "Well. If you must know. THAT ASS, mhhh. damn. No amount of decay can his that." "Gaia laughed and her skeletal house turned into a black noble mustang and offered it to the man. The man smiled and said that it has always been her horse and will always be. And after this Gaia grinned and said this,"Thank you young mortal. I will now become the horseman of life and spread life everywhere I see." She then road away as the other 3 horsemans mouths dropped to the floor.
The second competition was a race to the middle of the sea. This was with the red horseman of war. Mortal, you may have defeated "her" but you will never defeat me. For I am the strongest there is. The man chuckled for he has something up his sleeve but war did not know what it could have been. The race was to find "golden spiked scepter of dreams and discovery." Upon hearing this war immedietly headed to the any war which was currently happening. What he found frightned even him. Blood in the streets. Bodies piled up every where, the death of his fellow horseman, now known as life, sat in the streets. War was confused, how did die so suddenly? When he had just met her yesterday. War began to cry. The 6th trumpet of the "new beginnings." MORTAL! screamed the War. YOU DID THIS!!! HOW COULD YOU! YOU JUST GAVE HER HER LIFE BACK. The man, straight faced with no expression said, I did nothing. I only showed you what would happen if life found a way in YOUR war. You name IS war is it not. If you wish to save her then call off your war. WAR looking around finally saw the truth. War is not something that saves but destroyed. So, getting ready to be turned into a women war got on his knees and pleaded to the man to end the war. The man looked confused. War...you can be a man. I do not control fate for it is not existant in my eyes. I only see truth. Now grab your scepter and end this war, now. Upon hearing this, war realized he had not been war, but instead life protector Posiden. God of the sea. Posiden then looked at his horse in which he created years ago. It was filled with fire when it should had been filled with steam. He then remembered his other name. Sight. He began to sea around him and determine the exact position of his trident. He picked it up and used it make the sky cry. The soothened the souls of all the fallen men to be given back to life. In which she was brought back to life. In which they both smiled at each other and walked calmly away from the scene of the battle. This brought the fallen solders back to life and in began to search for the families to be together as one again.
The 3rd and 4th, famine and disease began to under the powers of this man. He had somehow manipulated time and space to be able to predict all of the events that would happen. They then, at the same time shouted "LIAR." The man smirked and stated again, I only see truth.
The both looked up and saw that it had turned night. YOU LOOSE CHOOSEN MAN OF MORTALS. YOU NOW SEE THE ERRORS OF YOUR WAYS YES?" The man laughed so hard that it was heard around the universe. The man the following. "There is never night. only day and not day. The earth orbits the sun which does not set, but instead rotates based on scientific rules in which your "God" put in place. I only followed them until I found precise truth. For you see. The man then finally revealed himself as the man which had created all. Not a god but only a man. He had invented sight, sound, taste, and All there is. The 2 remaining horseman began, for first time, to feel fear. The man looking straight into there eyes smiled and laughed to them. "I can't believe that you actually fell for it!" Hahaha. The final trumpet of (the new beginning) Each time the man laughed famine slowly began to turn into health and disease slowly began to turn into medicine. Questioning this the man began to slowly speak. For you see, in your confusion I went up to "heaven", space by the way, and changed a 1 to a 0. In Gods confusion he pressed the wrong button and switched himself off for he saw himself in error. So now I want you to come together and follow life and sea to help save the world.
The man stopped and looked at had happened and began to feel disgust, hatred and rage, sorrow, and desiese. For based on his own described laws. He had given his eyes, voice, tears, and body to make sure that the world was at peace. Then lay there slowly baried by the sands of time to wait and see what happens next.
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