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traningdummy · 1 year

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Take the Hat and Ride the Horse

Agent Whiskey X Male Reader

Y/n knew Jack from a young age, their parents were friends so automatically they had to be friends. But they weren’t as the two nearly hated each other, Jack had more brawn but Y/n had more brains.

Every time they would meet each other, anything they did would turn into a competition, who could eat the most food, who could finish their schoolwork the fastest, who got the better grade on the final.

Even as they grew up they hated each other they both even joined the Statesmen. Jack was called Agent Whiskey as he hit as hard as a shot of whiskey, and Y/n was called Agent Jäger as his words were as sweet as a jägermeister.

While Whiskey worked out of the field with the other statesmen, Y/n stayed with Ginger Ale to help her with her work. So the two never usually got to interact with each other, besides mission briefs, or when he would randomly stop by to annoy him.

Y/n hated to say it but he missed him, life was a lot more boring without his presence. So he turned to finding new people, men, women, no one was off limits yet none of them were able to ward off his need for Whiskey.

His thoughts were plagued with the cowboy, always wondering what he’s doing, where he is, when would they meet again, it was driving him almost insane.

“Jäger could you get the files from Tequila’s last mission?” Ginger Ale asked but he was busy daydreaming, she sighed and threw a pen at him breaking the trance.

“Yeah?” He asked and she sighed, pointing to the file next to him. He chuckled and gave it to her, and she looked through it before setting it down.

“You say you hate Whiskey, but why do you always have the brightest smile when he’s here?” She asked bluntly, he coughed a little caught off guard by the question.

“What makes you say that Ginger?” He said and she scoffed.

“Well for one, hearing your background it sounded like you and Whiskey were rivals who had sexual tension, you still have that tension whenever he comes over, two you are always thinking about him, and three you’re not very good at hiding your attractions.” She stated and he laughed, shaking his head dismissively.

“I’m not in love with him, it’s just life is boring when he isn’t around, no offense.” He answered and she scoffed.

“None taken, and I didn’t say you love him. So I would assume you do.” She said and he began to sputter incoherently, suddenly the door to their lab opened.

“Well, howdy there.” Whiskey said as he walked into the lab, boots hitting the metal floor as he looked around. “Now Ginger, why is Y/n looking all embarrassed?” He asked and before she could answer Y/n butted in.

“No reason you should know cowboy, now why are you here?” He asked, trying to ignore the heat on his face.

“Well I finally got some time to lay back and relax, so I wanted to see what my favorite scientist and her lab partner were doing.” He said giving Ginger a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Thanks for the compliment douche.” Y/n muttered and Whiskey laughed, smacking his shoulder and his face became redder. “Excuse me for a minute Ginger.” He said and left the lab, leaving Whiskey and Ginger alone.

“Say what’s up with him, he seems different.” Whiskey asked and she nodded.

“A lot different, but I think it’s because he likes you more than a friend should.” She explained, and he scoffed.

“Yeah right, that handsome man likes me more than a friend, in my dreams.” He said and she nodded.

“Well you’re not dreaming, he does like you. I think you’re just too oblivious to see the signs.” She told him, and he began to recall their recent conversations. Each time they would talk Y/n would zone out easily, caught his eyes staring at his lips, he would even stare at Y/n’s lips.

“Oh.” He muttered to himself, then Y/n walked in seemingly calmer then when he left.

“Sorry, what did I miss?” He asked and saw Whiskey’s face red while Ginger was ignoring him and working on her research.

“Nothing much, just told him about how much you like him so you two can fuck and stop having the worst sexual tension.” She bluntly stated, leaving the two blubbering like idiots as their faces got red.

“If it bothers you so much, why did you say it now Ginger?” Whiskey asked and she shrugged.

“You know what fine, Whiskey would you like to go out on a date?” Y/n asked, the cowboy nodded before he left the building.

“Finally.” Ginger muttered as she continued her work.

•••

It was 9pm whenever Whiskey got to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late which he deemed to be fashionably late. When he walked in he saw Y/n in the best outfit he could think of, well he would look a lot better naked but he hoped he would see it later tonight.

“There you are, huh nice outfit you look like a city man instead of a bull rider.” Y/n remarked and Whiskey scoffed.

“Thanks, you actually look like a handsome man instead of a lab assistant.” He replied and he laughed a little.

As the two ate dinner, it turned from an awkward conversation to something more lively and a lot more flirtatious.

“Did you know if you hold your thumb like this your gag reflex is almost numbed?” Y/n said and showed Whiskey who laughed.

“How do you even know that? Did you suck off a guy and tried it?” He asked and got a shameless nod as he drank his drink.

“Yeah it was very handy to know.” He added before the bill came, the two men had set down their cards onto the table.

“You invited me, so I should pay.” Whiskey said and Y/n scoffed.

“Yeah right, you couldn’t even pay for a bottle of water. I got it.” He argued and the two went back and forth till the waiter took both the cards and left, coming back with the receipt.

“Thank you for dining with us tonight.” He said and left, the two men grabbing their respective cards and walked out.

“So how about you come to my place?” Whiskey offered and Y/n, too tired to care nodded. So the two walked through the streets, Y/n leaning against Whiskey as he held him close.

“You know, I always thought you were cute, I just thought you would leave me if I said anything.” He mumbled and the cowboy laughed.

“Nothing could make me leave you darling.” He whispered, holding him closer as they walked.

•••

When they arrived at Whiskey’s house Y/n was slightly more awake, the cold wind keeping him from sleeping.

“Huh, so it isn’t as country as I thought it would be. A bit more sophisticated than I expected though.” Y/n remarked looking around Whiskey’s apartment, taking off his shoes before he looked around further.

“Be careful when you get to my room, I don’t want your hands touching anything.” Whiskey told the lab assistant as he wandered around, he waited till Y/n was out of sight till he started to do the Whiskey Special.

Soft music, some wine, and most importantly, a shirtless Whiskey. As he waited for Y/n to come out, he decided to lay down.

“What the hell is this?” Y/n asked and the cowboy looked over to see him, nearly laughing at the sight before him.

“What? Come on, don't tell me my Whiskey Special, isn't sexy enough for you?” He asked, giving him his puppy eyes.

“Well, not necessarily.” He said, slowly crawling over to the cowboy. “I’ve heard that if you take the cowboy hat, you get to ride the horse. Is that right?” He asked, taking Whiskey’s cowboy hat and putting it on his head.

“You’re not wrong darling.” He whispered, letting Y/n sit on his lap. The two then leaned in for a kiss, it was filled with hunger and lust. Whiskey took the chance to take off Y/n’s shirt letting his hands roam, the warm skin contrasting the cowboys cold hands which had him shiver.

Then it wasn’t long till the two were naked, Whiskey on top of Y/n kissing all over his neck. “You’re so much prettier than what I had imagined.” He mumbled against his neck, and Y/n laughed a little.

“So you do think of me?” He questioned, only getting a kiss as a response. Then Whiskey reached over to a bottle, popping off the cap and poured the liquid on his fingers.

“Take a deep breath for me.” He whispered and put in two fingers, Y/n gasped and the cowboy did small kisses over his face saying soft reassurances. “Don’t worry, just relax.” He said, pushing in and out of his hole.

As he went he added another finger, he then curled hitting a spot in Y/n. He moaned loudly pre cum leaving his tip, and he began to abuse the spot. Before he would stretch he would hit the spot again, as he loved seeing Y/n’s expression.

“Now darling, you can ride the cowboy.” He whispered and let Y/n flip him over, his face all red and neck littered with hickeys. If anything Whiskey thought he looked amazing.

“Fucking finally.” He muttered and slowly lowered himself, when he bottomed out he took a few breaths. Whiskey held his hands as he waited, when he was ready he began to bounce.

“I told you g-get to ride the c-cowboy darling.” Whiskey told him, and he scoffed as he kept going. Their hands interlocking let them feel more connected with each other, but as Y/n kept going the cowboy thrusted up into him ruining his tempo.

He moaned loudly and stopped bouncing, so Whiskey decided to take control. He slowly took Y/n off of his cock and rolled him onto his back, both of their eyes filled with love and lust.

“Now are you ready for the horse race?” Whiskey asked and Y/n nodded, whimpers leaving his mouth as he inserted himself. The cowboy groaned as he filled up the man under him, the two took deep breaths until he began to thrust.

Y/n then covered his face with Whiskey’s cowboy hat, but it was thrown off to the side. “You can’t keep that face hidden from me, especially with my love marks.” Whiskey said and the two kissed again, it was slower but still heated.

It wasn’t long till Whiskey felt himself getting close, Y/n had already cummed twice already but he held on for the cowboy. “W-Whiskey.” He whimpered and the cowboy kissed his face softly.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m close.” He muttered and with a few more rough and days thrusts he came, he thankfully pulled out and the cum was all over their bodies. The two men were out of breath, Y/n was tired as hell and knew he would have a limp in the morning but it was worth it.

“You want to take a shower?” Whiskey offered and he nodded. The two got up and with Whiskey’s help Y/n made it to the bathroom without falling. As they sat inside the tub they held hands, staying close together.

“Is it too early to say I love you?” Y/n asked and Whiskey laughed before shaking his head.

“No, it’s never too early for us.” He remarked and the two shared a kiss, washing themselves off.

“Fuck what am I gonna tell Ginger.” Y/n asked and his lover shrugged.

“I think she already knows so might as well he blunt with it.” He answered and the other man sighed but nodded, knowing it’s the only way. “Now how about you stop worrying about work and you sleep with me?” Whiskey offered and Y/n nodded.

With his head on the other man’s chest, Y/n fell asleep listening to Whiskey’s heartbeat. He was soon to follow, smiling as he finally got the man of his dreams.

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bitchy-craft · 1 year

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What They’re Into | Pick A Pile [18+]

WARNING: This Pick A Pile is 18+

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what your fs is into. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people: therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Masterlist

Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

Tarot:

This feels like a masculine energy with a kind side to him, this will most likely show off in a day-to-day life and in aftercare.

He would definitely like to see you ride something as he watches you, letting you follow his command as you are unknowingly bringing yourself to a begging mess wishing to cum with his touch. He would probably also like food play of some kind. Using you as a table as he licks off and eats off all the stuff that was displayed on you, teasing you at the same time. If a fruit falls off of your body before he is done, you’d get a punishment.

They like to top/switch during the act and use lots of textures. This can be with candle wax, or feathers etc. I have a feeling that when they do this they will do it slowly, trying to see every, little reaction out of you and enjoying it with all their might.

They have a slight wish to exhibitionism, this can be both at semi-public spaces or full on public spaces. They would love to have intercourse outside, this can be on a hill, mountain or just a plain field of grass to feel the wind and nature around them. I feel like watching porn together would be something they are into, or filming the intercourse you have to watch it back later with you, doing it all over again.

Specific Scene:

You are with your Person Of Choice on a vacation with a friend group of yours. At some point at night you and your person leave the living room and go to your bedroom where you guys will hang a sock on the knob making people know you can’t come in because you guys are doing the dirty.

Shufflemancy:

Sex Playlist by Omarion:

They would like to possibly let a third party join in, only if you guys both agree of course. The moments when you both go down on each other are the perfect moments when you both need it and are able to get it. You guys work greatly together yet your Person Of Choice can see it as some sort of competition of pleasing you. This can be a competition with himself and his thoughts, but it is also possible that they may want to be better than someone else, a different sex companion or a possible ex.

They love your thighs, your inner thighs, your outer thighs, they love to dig their fingernails in them, tease you there with his tongue or hands, force you to cum etc. They would love to possibly experiment with you on things you might find interesting or things they might find interesting.

I feel like one of their favourite positions are seeing you ride on him or missionary.

He loves it when he sees your need to please him and do whatever he asks you too, having that control in these situations helps him a lot.

‘’When I lay my head on your lap, I never get tired.’’

‘’Don’t get me started by the way that you roll, keep me higher.’’

Channeling:

‘’I like to fuck’’

– Young-ish, Golden Retriever Energy, Green Hair.

‘’Me too!’’

– Orange Hair, Possible Face Jewellery.

‘’You know, I like bondage too but this is fine.’’

– Laid Back, Chill, Really Dark Blue Hair.

‘’I want to hold you hair, push you back and make you beg for mercy at my feet while others can hear you scream.’’

– Tall, Dark Energy, Smirk, Dark Hair.

‘’I want to hear you moan so badly, you know who I am, don’t ignore me.’’

– Tall, wears a suit of some kind.

‘’There are way too many people here, did we really need to do this all together?’’

– Annoyed, Can Get Pretty Heated Verily Quickly, Blond Hair.

Pile 2:

Tarot:

They definitely like ass, they love curves and love to see them moving as you walk around. They love to see you strip in front of them, tease them and make their internal hunger come out, having to hold them in until you are ready for them. They seem hesitant to speak about their wishes/needs. This can be because they are insecure about them or because they know you won’t be ready for them yet, even scared you might leave them if you heard them.

They like to hold your wrists so that you can’t move them, giving them control while being able to look at you from above. They like the thought of fucking you as someone watches, or them fucking someone else as you watch. They are into Master/Slave Roleplay, who is who depends on the person but most if not all would rather be the dominant one of the two. They like to make you jealous, silently complain for your sexual attention. They love it when you please yourself while crying out your name and would love for you to do it more often, just know they can/will be watching you and are thoroughly enjoyed by it. They want you to feel like a queen but in the bed they are the highest rank, you obey their every need(Although they want you to tell them your boundaries).

Specific Scene:

You are hidden inside a closet, being able to quietly and unnoticeably look into the room in front of you where you see your Person Of Choice fucking someone else while looking at you, not breaking eye contact for the whole act, giving you soft signs to mock you or make you realize they are only thinking of you as they fuck them.

Specific Scene:

You pleasing yourself in your room, legs spread open at the side of the door. You are laid down on your back while moaning their name in a pillow. You don’t notice your Person Of Choice having opened the door, standing in the doorway, leaning against the side of it, watching you with a smirk plastered on his face.

Shufflemancy:

Push It by TWENTY88:

They love to fuck all over the property, any place they can get when they are horny? They want to fuck there.

They love to fuck you to a point where you might not even be fully aware of your surroundings anymore, only feeling pleasure and screaming words with no meaning.

They love your curves, your body, everything. This is something that keeps coming back, stripping is something they adore. They might strip for you too, but I feel like they prefer for you to do it at their command. Seeing your clothes slowly fall off your body, teasing with this act is something that really hot them up. They want to touch you everywhere, making it known that you're only their possesion and no one else's.

They would like to hold your hair, making your sight something they can control, hold you wrists to control your movement etc. They are all about control and wish to have more every time, this might make them curious about bondage as well, but not with ropes or whatever, with silk to make you look elegant while being in a position where you have no possibility of moving.

‘’On the sink, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, on the porch, on the stove.’’

‘’Go ahead and take the rest off.’’

Channeling:

‘’Fuck me until you beg me for more.’’

– Short Hair, Possibly Dyed Blond.

(This man said this while Channeling everything about five times in the middle of every sentence. ;-;)

‘’You really can’t do anything without me? Slut.’’

– Tall, Broad Shoulders, Dark Hair.

‘’I’d love to slice up your skin, but the rest didn’t so it wasn’t put in the text.’’ *winks*

- Pretty Tall, Blondish Hair, Smirk, Threatening Eyes.

‘’I don’t really have anything to say, most was already said it the text, sadly.’’

– Unbothered Look, Somewhere At The Back While Hidden By Shadow.

‘’We both hate your clothes, let’s get rid of them.’’

– Light Eyes, Average Height/Smaller Side.

‘’I’m going to stab a fork in your throat.’’

– Orange Hair, Possible Face Tattoos.

(r u okay- ;-;)

‘’You know you really shouldn’t say that to your person.’’

– Glasses, Dark Hair.

Pile 3:

Tarot:

This pile has mostly feminine energies with a hint of muscular ones in between. This doesn’t specify a gender, just what they feel like. They are into praise, this can be you praising them but also them praising you, if not both at the same time. There aren’t necessarily any hardcore kinks present although they do like the feeling of being on edge or having to be sneaky, this gives them a kick. They also have something for playing hard-to-get if not sometimes hurting your feelings in the process, trying to make you want more of them constantly.

Their sex drive itself is known but not very high nor low, it’s just there a few days a week. Their sex itself is mostly passionate, showing off all the love they have for you, teasing sometimes in between.

Missionary is one of their favourite positions. I feel like the height differences of you both are significant, one is way taller than the other, this is something they most likely love as well, although if they are the smallest of the both of you, don’t appreciate it when they get teased about it, they will show you height isn’t just everything.

A thing they might like as well, something they probably do not like to admit, is touching you in your sleep, if not having sex with you while you are asleep, only with consent beforehand of course.

Specific Scene:

You guys are fucking in a closet, a small room in a hallway or an office with the door unlocked, hoping no one walks in yet your partner keeps reminding you that you guys can get caught every second. Someone walking by while they fuck you even harder, hand on your mouth to muffle your sounds.

Shufflemancy:

Bad (feat. Rihanna) – Remix by Wale:

They like to act like they don’t know/like you before your relationship, playing a little game to get what they want at last. This can hurt you, but they will for sure make it up to you once you get in a relationship. They may have some trouble with past hurt, and this is why they aren’t that great with degrading, but they for sure love getting all the praise they can get.

They praise you, tell you how good you’ve been doing, how much they love you etc. And wish to get this back, although a little teasing from time to time is totally fine as well. I feel like they can also be into science or are interested in this, but only take it if it resonates.

They want to make you feel good, and will do everything they can to do this, this is why oral sex is something they might enjoy and love to get compliments on it, getting silent tips on the way because of an underlaying insecurity of past hurt.

They sometimes find things difficult to do, committing can be one of these, but they are trying their best and you know they are, even if they might be a bit clumsy. They are most likely a switch and sometimes like to try out soft degrading/teasing.

‘’She hurt feelings, she ain’t wrong.’’

‘’She work hard, she play harder, got a smart mouth.’’

Channeling:

‘’I can’t wait to show you something new that I made!’’

– Feminine energy, spontaneous, glasses, brown hair.

‘’I can’t wait to see you. I know this is supposed to be sex related, but I love you.’’

– Wavy, short, blond hair.

‘’I like the colour of your lips.’’

– Tall, sharp jawline, dark hair, kind and muscular energy.

‘’I wish to meet you, my dear.’’

– Butler(?), white gloves, dark hair.

‘’Hello! I love you! Don’t forget that!’’

– bit to the smaller side, spontaneous, nervous, a bit wild, light hair.

Pile 4:

Tarot:

They are a chest person. They love chests from all sizes and will do everything to see them, play with them and adore them. They don’t necessarily give lots of kinky vibes in a way, it’s mostly romantic, platonic sometimes comes forward but only take it if it resonates. Mostly their intercourse is about letting their partner know how much they love them and show it this way. They are very much someone which love language is gift giving. Since they have such appreciation for breasts they love the idea of lactating breasts as well, this is something that can turn them on greatly[keep in mind that these things aren’t always consciously known by this person and can also be someone else. Although this does resonate with most in this pile, take what resonates].

They have something for liquid in general, and would like to use this in their intercourse. This can be by showering or taking a bath while having sex or throwing liquid onto the other in a sensual way, they also have a thing for wax play. In general they love seeing certain textures on your skin and seeing your reaction to it, even though they might not like to admit it, they have something for you worshipping their feet or the other way around. They love it if you give them a strip tease or surprise them with sitting in your lingerie as they walk in etc.

The positions they would like would be you riding on them as you sit in their lap, being close to each other and just touching your skin, they really like texture. From time to time they would like the 69 position as well.

Specific Scene:

You are laying in your underwear/lingerie/half naked on a couch with your back to the door. Your Person of Choice walks in and comes up to you from behind, wanting to kiss you a welcome. They see how you are sitting, take your chin, let you look up to them and kiss you passionately as they grope your breasts.

Shufflemancy:

Or Nah (Feat. The Weeknd, Wiz Khalifa and DJ Mustard) by Ty Dolla $ign:

They love textures, they love things dripping on your skin; wax, wine etc. They love romantic intercourse but from time to time may go a bit rougher if that is wanted by both parties. The most important thing for them to do in intercourse is making you cum, making you enjoy etc. Which can let them to not enjoying this experience themselves. Make sure that once you feel like this happens you make sure your partner feels totally comfortable with everything as well and enjoys too.

They want to do everything for you and will use their money to do so in any way, some of them have slightly rich/older vibes. They like you riding them, it doesn’t matter in which way but since they love romantical intercourse they would like to be as close to you as possible. They want to make you cum many times, while repeating every time how pretty you are, how beautiful you are, how good you are doing and how proud they are of you. A lot of praise comes forward, praise them back sometimes, a little insecurity is present with some in this pile.

‘’All these tattoos in my skin, they turn you on.’’

‘’I got lotta cash.’’

Channeling:

‘’I want you to know that I am there for you, sex isn’t everything I care about.’’

– Red hair, smile.

‘’You are really cute, even cuter when you lay under me.’’

– Blond hair, to the smaller side.

‘’I don’t know what to say, sorry.’’

– Darker hair, male, bit shy.

‘’I don’t wanna join in in this bullshit.’’

– Annoyed, blonde hair.

‘’I love you my dear, and I can’t wait to see you.’’

– Kind, tall, suit.

Pile 5:

Tarot:

This pile doesn’t necessarily have a masculine or feminine feeling to it, this most likely means there are multiple people here from all different shapes, sizes and colours here.

This pile shows of mostly that the feminine counterpart of the two is the one who wants to be the leader in given intercourse. They are full of love and will expose it to the outside, this can mean that throughout the day they will make sure people around you will know that they love you and you both belong to one another, so a hint of exhibitionism looking right around the corner isn’t that surprising. They honestly adore your body and love to see it from far away, this can hint to possibly there being a third counterpart in your relationship or something of the kind. This doesn’t necessarily mean this is with you since it’s a general reading, just take what resonates, of course. If this does resonate to you in anyway make sure that it is done with consent of all counterparts and make sure to keep your Person Of Choice open to you with their thoughts, because they like it although sometimes there can be an underlying form of jealousy.

They would like to use sex toys on you, this can go from feathers to anal beads of some kind, forcefully swallowing spit or cum is something they’d like as well, this can be them doing this to you or you doing this to them. I feel like in this relationship they’d like you both to experiment a bit and find out what you guys both like.

Specific Scene:

You guys are sitting in what seems like a bench of some kind, one laying between the others legs, caressing the others hair. Light kisses are given to the others neck as loving words are being spoken.

Shufflemancy:

PILLOWTALK by ZAYN:

They want to know they love you and know that you love them. I somewhere sense some kind of insecurity on this part, this can be something from one of the two or both. Exhibitionism comes forward again, this can go hand-in-hand with the possible insecurity that hangs in the air. They want everyone to know who you guys both belong to, you belong to one another and no one else.

They want to make sure everything they do is done right, and make sure everything you do is done correct as well. This isn’t meant in the way of doing things to one another right, but making sure it is done right to both consenting parts. They are open to trying new things out, thoughts they might have. I feel like their mentality is somewhat in a way of; ‘I am open to try anything, if it doesn’t turn out the way we wanted to that’s totally fine and we will find something else.’ I feel like praise is something that will be done often because of the insecurities of course. They can become jealous, you can maybe become jealous in certain situations, just make sure you both are comfortable with everything you are both doing. Overall this deck gives a caring and soft vibe and this person hopefully gives you the same feelings.

‘’I love to wake up next to you, so we’ll piss off the neighbours.’’

‘’Body but you, body but me, body but us.’’

‘’In the place that feels the tears, the place to lose your fears.’’

Channeling:

‘’I love you my dear, please don’t forget about me. I know you’ll get there, I have faith in you.’’

– Mr. Darcy vibes/Finnick Odair vibes, light and curly hair.

‘’Hell Yeah it’s my turn! Hello! How are you doing? I miss you a lot!’’

– Excited, Puppy Energy, Short.

‘’You know I wish to see you, don’t hold back from coming to me.’’

– Tall, Long, Siren Eyes.

‘’I can’t wait until I see you on your knees in front of me.’’

– Feminine, Long, light-ish hair.

‘’See? You are getting closer and closer to me. Don’t give up, I am not helping you because I know you can do it on your own.’’

– Dark hair, shorter size, uniform of some kind.

Pile 6:

Tarot:

They like BDSM on certain specifics. They are into knife play and would love it to cut your skin carefully letting everyone know who you belong to, something about blood is something they find really intriguing and beautiful to witness, knowing it is done safely. They have something for your neck and your shoulders, that place on your body is something they see as elegant, showing off these elements of your body gives them the feeling of you completely trusting them, since these places on the body can be seen as most vulnerable. If you let them close to the places that are vulnerable, you give them your trust, in some cases your submission to them, they have something animalistic in them that they would like to show, like to try out and use.

Now even though they would most likely take the upper hand in your intercourse, pleasing you by giving oral is something they still love to do from time to time, seeing your reactions as they please you. They like whipping and inflicting marks on your body with heat, this is probably why they are also into knife play. They like bondage as well, again the submitting yourselves to them is something that comes forward.

While they want you to submit to them, possibly embarrass you, making you do everything they want you to do. They find you having fun and enjoying the experience important to, they love to spoil you from time to time, yet their own experience is important for them too.

Specific Scene:

Somewhere on a training ground you are fighting or playing some sport of some kind. You try to overpower them and tackling them, something that fails and they do it to you instead. You lay on your back, them on top of you watching your lips as you both are breathing deeply because of the adrenaline[Take this part if it resonates; he holds a knife to your throat as well, not in a threatening way].

Shufflemancy:

Would You Mind by Janet Jackson:

An intimidating energy for sure is present in this pile, this doesn’t have to be bad in anyway, it can just mean that your Person of Choice is some sort of authority figure in a way or just a dominating and intimidating person on itself. They love teasing you, using you for their own pleasure yet make sure you are enjoying it as well.

They love your body, they love your skin and they love to show everyone via your skin that you belong to them. This can be showing via bruises, marks, hickeys etc. They do feel possessive in some way, this doesn’t have to immediately mean something bad, just an observation that comes forward. They really like to play with you and do things to you, they want to make you enjoy everything, be able to feel confident in your own skin, be able to get out of your comfort zone and possibly try out new things. If it doesn’t work out that’s totally fine as well, just know that if you want to try out something they’d most likely be okay with it.

‘’Cause I’m gonna bathe you, play with you, rub you caress you.’’

‘’I just wanna touch you, tease you, lick you, please you.’’

‘’You missed a spot, there.’’

Channeling:

‘’I can’t wait until I can touch you all over your body, I miss that feeling.’’

– Short hair, Green/Blue/Grey eyes.

‘’I want to drag this against your skin, I’m sure you’d like it, if you are open to it of course.’’

– Dark Hair.

‘’You want my brother to join in as well? I know you probably like us both.’’

– Red hair, normal/tall height.

‘’Your face under me, looking me all up and down in fear and excitement is something that would really turn me on.’’

– Light hair, Nice Nails(don’t ask me idk).

‘’You sure you want to do this? Please make your boundaries clear for me I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’’

– Polite, Kind, Feels pretty intelligent.

‘’I can’t wait to kiss you! Please tell me more about your day, I love to hear that.’’

- To the smaller side, nice smile, caring.

‘’I miss you, my dear. Contact me more, will you?’’

– Dark hair, bit of a jawline.

Pile 7:

Tarot:

What I am seeing is that there is a clear balance in domination and submission, they feel most comfortable with shifting positions from time to time, this is mostly because they want to gain self-control, they want to try things out and accept their emotions. It also feels like they try to switch out positions from time to time to keep you safe in a sense, it feels like they have some sort of internal anger or something which they can’t properly express because they find those things hard. So they choose to not always be the dominant to make sure you feel safe and are safe while they teach themselves that you don’t always need control.

They love your body, especially your legs so they will most likely love it when you show them or use them in sensual ways while living your life. They want to adore you, and you adoring them. They really want to do their best and do everything in their power to please you while trying to be the perfect person for you, it’s like a fear of some kind deep down in them that they won’t be good enough or that you will leave them if they aren’t the way you expected them to be.

They would like taking baths with you while having intercourse, in the shower, in the ocean etc. They find this really romantic and would love to be able to share these experiences with you, live through these experiences with you. They want things to go smoothly and natural, they aren’t really a fan of planning out when you guys are going to do something; if you both are horny and it is possible to act on it, just do it, no waiting nor planning.

Something about you that they also love is your hair, they love to touch it, feel it, possibly even smell it from time to time, it makes them feel safe and close to you on a certain level they otherwise don’t feel that close to, it’s just something that makes them feel complete, happy and totally in love.

Specific Scene:

You guys are taking a bath together, flower petals and all. They lay between your legs as you caress their hair, them doing the same to you. It doesn’t necessarily have any sexual tint to it, it’s just a romantic happening in where you both enjoy the others presence.

Shufflemancy:

Sex on the Beach by PARTYNEXTDOOR:

They love your body, the forms of them, even if you feel like you are insecure about them they want you to know that they absolutely adore your whole body, especially your legs. They do their best to please you in any way they can, always making sure everything you guys do is done with full trust and comfortableness. Again, having intercourse on the beach, in bathtubs or showers, oceans etc. really comes forward. They do not necessarily have something with exhibitionism, just these places they find really romantic. They want you to feel confident, this is also something why they would like to switch roles for from time to time, to let you learn that you can have confidence, that you really are a bad bitch, someone that knows their worth which no one can walk over.

They are insecure of some kind, this isn’t something that should be worrying but they love you so much that they are scared to loose you, so they try to please you as best as you can, sometimes ignoring their own needs as well. This overall feels like a healthy and equal relationship sexually seen.

‘’I think everyone should see you, baby, open up for me.’’

‘’Sex in the ocean, sex on the beach.’’

Channeling:

‘’My dear, I miss you, and do not give up because I didn’t forget about that deal we made.’’

– Blond hair, kind but popular vibes.

‘’Damn, I really find you hot you know that? Act like it queen!’’

– Spontaneous, relatively young.

‘’Hm, you really make me excited every time you do those things with your legs.’’

– Really short, dark hair.

‘’I want to fuck you while I give you my cigarette.’’

– Older, beginning of a beard.

‘’You still love me right?’’

– Doesn’t want to be described.

Pile 8:

Tarot:

Right of the bat is strip teasing something that comes forward. They would love to just lay back and enjoy the view of you teasingly taking your clothes off while sensually touching and moving your body. Something that gets to me is that they love painted nails, especially with colours that can pop yet are still subtle, this makes it even more intriguing and exciting to watch you.

Something that goes hand in hand with this strip teasing is watching you play with yourself. They really like it to see you do things to yourself while they look from further away, building up their wished desire while not being able to touch you yet. They are classic, and would like it most when you two have intercourse in the bedroom, dim lightning etc. There isn’t any specific type of BDSM but some scratches, hickeys and choking can be liked to do from time to time.

They can like it to take you while you are still fully/partly dressed, something about this excites them a lot and makes them desire your body even more. Even though the positions of you two seem equal they do like to dominate you in a subtle way and surprise you every now and then, making the experience a bit more exciting and unpredictable. Overall they love to make you cum and hear you say there name in a sensual and loving way, they really use intercourse as a way to get closer to you and get to know you more on certain levels they otherwise can’t reach.

Specific Scene:

You guys are laying on a bed with a lot of fluffy, white blankets, kissing each other while whispering sweet nothings to one another, holding each other’s hand tightly, clearly loving each other’s touch everywhere. Overall this is a very loving and romantic happening.

Shufflemancy:

Hold Tight by Justin Bieber:

You feeling comfortable with everything that is happening seems something that is really important to them. This may go with past happenings of you, them or both where trusting someone else or doing something intimate went wrong and you lost trust and confidence in yourself, your appearance and gave an overall nervous feeling every time things get more intimate.

They want you to learn how to trust again, making you know that they love you badly and that they don’t want to loose you. Some feeling of potentially losing the other or a missing feeling comes up, this can be a fear of them or something that has happened, just take what resonates and leave the rest. Overall this part really wants you to know that everything is okay and that it is totally normal to sometimes feel nervous and that you should get to know your boundaries and get confident in speaking these loud.

‘’Want you wrapped around my arms.’’

‘’Hold you tight.’’

‘’A turned up kind of loving just won’t stop.’’

Channeling:

‘’I love you, and it took way too long for me to be able to say this, but I love you dearly, don’t forget that.’’

– Kind, young, sweet, nervous smile.

‘’I know I sound way too kind but remember I am not! I can be mean okay!’’

– Blond, spiky hair.

‘’Sweetheart, you are stressing too much, take your time okay?’’

– Brownish hair, relatively tall.

‘’Studying is important but you may be overdoing it, you know that. Your health is more important than your grades.’’

– Boy-Next-Door vibes.

‘’They aren’t the one for you, but if you’re happy, I am happy. Just be careful, ok?’’

– Green hair, bit insecure although they don’t want to show it.

Pile 9:

Tarot:

A feminine energy is something very present in this pile. This can be your Person of Choice but also you yourself who is the more dominant one in your relationship. Either way this feminine energy does take the front row with decision making in the bedroom.

They want to adore you and make you feel like you are a queen, they do whatever you say they should do. They like the feeling of possibly being degraded and used, yet loving gestures every once in a while is appreciated. Because they want to feel this way they also love to worship your feet.

They want to feel connected to you, this is something they feel like intercourse really helps with, just harmony between both partners and becoming one with thoughts and self. Passion is really important to them, as is sexual attraction. If there isn’t a bit of sexual attraction they do not feel like that person is the right one for a long term relationship.

They want to explore their sexual desires with you, learn how you both work and enjoy this experience with you. Intercourse is seen by them as something which you can learn from, it’s something sacred, something that can help you grow as a person.

Specific Scene:

You are sitting on a throne, chair, couch etc. with one leg over the other as you look down at your partner who is giving your feet little pecks, hoping for the slightest bit of praise, something they get and are joyous about since you give them a reassuring, kind smile back.

Shufflemancy:

What You Need by The Weeknd:

They want you to be pleasured, to be able to enjoy every experience, do everything you ask them to do. In the bedroom they really like the idea of being cared for in such a way that you let them cater your needs. They do what you want them to do, they get something they like to do back in return. This dealing in needs is something they love since doing something while the other does less or the other way around just because ‘I love you’ is something they don’t like. They want to earn your happiness, your praise, your smile, their pleasure, they want to earn it, not just simply get it because they want it. The thought of having to work to get you is something that makes you even more desirable to them. Worshipping you via caring for your feet is again, something that comes up. This isn’t necessarily a kink to them, but a way to show you how much they want to care for you and listen to you since feet are the lowest part of your body.

‘’I just want to take you there.’’

‘’I do everything.’’

‘’Baby, leave them high heel shoes.’’

Channeling:

‘’I really like your heels, I hope you can use them to kick me.’’

– Shy, hair in front of one eye.

‘’Suck my cock like the good girl you are, when it’s my turn to make you do stuff, of course.’’

– Glasses, dark hair.

‘’I want to suck your boobs until they lactate.’’

– Short, seems just being horny in general.

‘’I wish to speak to you again soon, maybe go a bit further than talking, I can watch you if you want to yk.’’

– Tall, blonde hair.

‘’I love you *petname*, don’t forget that, I’m still here.’’

– Doesn’t want to be described.

‘’I- uh- I love you, was that ok?’’

– Insecure, bit small in height.

Pile 10:

Tarot:

Right of the bat there is a lot going on in this pile. Next to having certain kinks and wishes there’s a lot of distrust and insecurity going on, of course if this doesn’t resonate leave it at that but I found it important to tell you guys.

They like bondage and being the boss over you, if I had to give them a certain role it would be a kind-dominant who doesn’t do any hardcore BDSM of some kind(except bondage to some degree). They want to make sure you both are okay with what is being done and they know you will/was/would be nervous with certain things, this is why they always want to make sure what is done is done correctly, safe and with honest consent.

They like to take your clothes off of your body as a sign of trust and intimacy, being able to make sure that with every little action taken you are okay with it happening. Balance in trust is really something that comes front in this pile, I feel like this is because you or them really have a bad past with these things or just a built up fear or nervousness in general. They want to take care of you and slowly let you get to know yourself as you both grow in the relationship, letting you get to know yourself better etc. I feel like they purposely do not like to say what they are really into because for them at this moment it isn’t important at all because everything they do with you they enjoy and they want you to feel safe.

Specific Scene:

They slowly lay you down on your back as they hang above you, giving you little pecks on your lips, face, cheeks, forehead, neck, collar bones and up again, saying every time, with every kiss how much they love you and what they love about you. You are a bit tense but with every reassuring thought and smile you get more comfortable to in the end really enjoy the touch.

Shufflemancy:

Often by The Weeknd:

They trust you and want you to learn how to trust them, that you can be safe with them, that you can share everything with them. You may feel like they are experienced because they’ve had a lot of past relationships or have had a lot of experience with possible flings in the past, this may also be the reason why insecurity and distrust sometimes come up. They want you to know that they aren’t planning on ruining this beautiful relationship with them and that even though you are sad, or they are sad that that is totally fine and okay because life isn’t perfect and it doesn’t have to be.

They want to make love to you in a soft and loving way, really making the experience comfortable for you. If you aren’t ready yet they can wait, sex isn’t the most important thing in the world for them, far from it. For some reason this pile didn’t give a lot of sexual activity, this is probably because they want you to focus on yourself first and know everything is going to be okay, you aren’t obligated to do anything before a certain time.

‘’I’m just thinkin’ ‘bout you.’’

‘’Now you love me so good.’’

Channeling:

‘’You don’t have to worry sweetheart, everything comes in time.’’

– Dark, soft hair.

‘’I can’t wait until I lick your pussy dry, you’ll enjoy every second of it.’’

– Light, curly hair.

‘’See? You don’t have to worry about anything, our time will come when you’re ready.’’

– Green, Average height, maybe a bit smaller.

‘’I can’t wait until you lay under me and I can look into your beautiful eyes.’’

– Good Skin, blond hair.

‘’You know it’s me, bit surprising isn’t it?’’

– Smirk, can be perceived as intimidating energy.

‘’Hm, I can’t wait to hold you close to me.’’

– Pink hair.

‘’I miss you, but you do not need to worry, I can fix it on my own.’’

– Dark Blue hair, pointy nose.

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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So, you asked for domestic requests - it‘s not exactly humourous, but at least it‘s fluff: how about Joel taking care of a reader who‘s got bad cramps? She‘s kinda anxious about it and he‘s like „Darlin‘ a little blood never scared me“ or sth like that (totally not inspired by me being on my period and trying not die because the painkillers aren‘t working yet)

Anyways, no stress, it‘s only an idea. Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do it. Love your writing 💕 ok byeee

Thank you for your kind words! I love this idea and I hope you feel better soon 🫶❤️

Dramatic

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: This ended up being way shorter than I thought it was gonna be but enjoy it nevertheless!

Warnings: period talk, reader being (rightfully) annoyed with Joel, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

“I just think you’re bein’ a little dramatic.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in the bathroom, staring at him as he lingered in the doorway.

“I’m going to give you a chance to rethink what you just said to me.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he retries and you hum. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. You roll your eyes but lock your arms around his shoulders. “And strong, and kind, and so incredibly out of my league.”

“And forgiving, too. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, the most forgiving,” He mumbles as he kisses your lips. You sigh against him, momentarily forgetting the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen.

It’s not that you were a stranger to your periods. Since the world fell apart, they were irregular if you even got them at all. Turns out running for your life and not being able to eat consistently while in Boston was not great for your body. But now that you were in Jackson, things were different. You had enough food, rest, and less anxiety than you had in a long time. Your period made her valiant return in response. Which is great, it’s what any other healthy person with a uterus would want, but learning to manage the symptoms again was a whole new playing field for both you and Joel.

The pain is, somehow, worse than you remember it, and your whole body feels tender and sluggish. You cried because you finished washing all the dishes in the sink only to go upstairs and find one of Joel’s mugs sitting on the bedside table. Poor Joel didn’t know what he was walking into once he got home from patrol and found you furiously scrubbing the cup. When he asked you about the blood staining your pants, you were just about ready to dig a hole into the center of the earth and die. That’s how he ended up following you into the bathroom even though you told him not to.

“How long have we been together?” Joel asks when you pull away. Your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looks at you with big, sympathetic eyes.

“Way too long.”

“You know that I love you and that I would do anything for you, right?” he asks, and you nod. “And you also know that I ain’t afraid of a little blood.”

“I know.”

“So, will you please let me help you? I’ll wash your clothes and run you a hot bath. Maybe make you a nice dinner?” His voice is so gentle and sweet that you practically melt into him. You’ll never understand how you got so lucky. “Or, if you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, too. Just tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby.” He urges as he rubs circles into your lower back. His hands are warm and just heavy enough to balance out your pain perfectly. You lay your head on his shoulder and relish in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours.

“I think that all sounds perfect. Thank you,” you say. You pick your head and move to kiss him again but stop just inches away from his face. “But I do think you’re being a little dramatic.” You whisper. He throws his head back and laughs, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

“I’m never gonna live that one down, huh?”

“Definitely not your best work, Miller.”

He makes it up to you ten times over. He lets you borrow a pair of his sweatpants after your bath, and you get to walk downstairs to a beautiful dinner and a glass of wine. Afterward, he even runs over to Tommy's and "borrows" a bowl of their strawberry ice cream. He even carries you up to bed when you fall asleep on the couch after listening to him strum his guitar, something that is saved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries.

He may not always say the right thing, but goddammit, if that man doesn't try his absolute best to be good to the women in his life.

Just in case tumblr decides to eat my paragraph

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller requests #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #joel and ellie #june screams on the internet

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kodared · 1 year

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☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

A storm is rapidly approaching, are you prepared to face it alone?

Chapter 9/?

Word Count: 3,788 Out of 28,737

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At the sight of the swirling clouds, you knew a storm was coming.

It didn't take long for the wind to pick up as you lay in your cot. The wind howled as you tossed and turned, a feeling of uneasiness taking hold of your being once more as you struggled to sleep.

Howdy had apparently noticed your lack of sleep and being the kind soul he was installed a small night light in the corner of the room, you appreciated the thought but it didn't do much to help you sleep.

Flopping onto your back with a huff, you looked at the ceiling as the rain pittered and pattered against the roof above.

You just wanted to go home… But now you didn't know if that would be for the better or worse.

Your home life wasn't exactly perfect, to say the least. Your siblings often took most of the attention, leaving you to fend for yourself most nights. You oftentimes didn't even have lunch money, with most of the money going toward your youngest sibling.

You liked to believe your friends were much better, but they weren't. It was a sheer coincidence you ran into them to begin with. You had met them during a school field trip years prior, and you all related over your shitty homelives.

Leading you to do not-so-great things with them. Most of which being trespassing, and it, unfortunately, led you here.

Maybe this was the world's way of punishing you, however, you doubt hell would look so colorful.

Howdy was nothing but nice of course, so staying with him would be a no-brainer if you so decided, but you didn't want to intrude on his personal life. You didn't exactly have an official room anyways, you were sleeping on his living room floor for god sake.

Not to mention Homes way of making memories disappear. If you were to stay you would have to rid Home of those powers…

…Or be rid of Home altogether.

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To say you woke up with a start would be the understatement of the century, you practically woke up with a scream as thunder reverberated throughout the house.

Clutching your chest you tried to steady your breathing, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and as you looked you saw a concerned Howdy, he was already dressed for the day.

“Y/N!.. Ya’ alright? I heard ya’ yellin’,”

Your tensed shoulders relaxed as you smiled at Howdy, he really was becoming one of your favorite people to be around with how caring he was towards you.

“I'm alright Howd’s, thunder scared me awake I guess,”

Howdy sighed before chuckling warmly, moving from the staircase to the kitchen, moving his various arms in smooth and concise motions as he began preparing something.

“No worries Dragonfly’, got any requests for breakfast..? I was meanin’ to wake ya to eat soon anyways,”

You wiggled your way out of the various blankets, finding it odd how you had more than usual, you brushed it off however as you assumed Howdy must have given you more during the night.

“Im good with anything Howd’s, but don't you got a Shop to run..?”

You rubbed at your eyes as you sat on a barstool in front of the island he had in the kitchen, Howdy turned around and gave you a warm closed-eyed smile at your concern.

“Its stormin’ terrible outside, so i closed the store for the day, not even Eddie is out in this weather,”

You nodded and laid your head on the counter, silently wishing you had dragged one of the blankets to wrap around yourself as you realized it was colder than usual in Howdys home. Causing an unpleasant chill to wrack up your spine.

You and Howdy idly chatted as he made you breakfast, he didn't have much since he often didn't eat, but he was able to make a pretty good toast and eggs for you.

After you finished Howdy politely took your plate and set it in the sink to be washed later, turning to you again as he leaned on the counter with a hand on his hip, still smiling fondly at you.

“Got any plans today Y/N?”

You thought for a moment about what you had planned for the day, you never were good at keeping plans, you would often have to keep track of them on some sort of item.

You remember that item always being in your pocket, but you find it slipping your mind what it was exactly. You knew you could also talk to people on it, but it couldn't have been a phone. The only phones here were attached to either the wall or a wire.

“I think Frank wanted to talk more today about how to get me Home..”

Howdy let out a small sigh as he thought about your plan for the day, a concerned look on his face,

“I don't think Frank or Eddie would be out today, it takes too long to dry out after they get wet..”

You looked up at Howdy confused, you honestly think up until now the shock of just being here made you momentarily forget they weren't human. They were still just puppets, it would make sense they would get waterlogged.

“I could probably head out and visit him, water doesn't stick to me like it does to you guys,”

You smiled proudly at yourself for thinking so quickly on your feet, honestly, it was the little things that kept you going nowadays.

Howdy seemed to have no complaint with that plan, his face going from concern to excitement as he learned you don't have as nearly as bad of a reaction to water as they do.

“Well, I won't keep ya for long then HoneyBee! Oh, also Sally stopped by and ran ya over more clothes! I left em’ in the bathroom for ya’!”

You began walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day, giving Howdy a goodbye and telling him as usual you should be home before dinner. Today he seemed very excited for you to come home later, you wondered why…

As you got dressed you noticed today Sally had given you pants that looked… Very similar to Wallys'. You did a little spin as you looked in the mirror, Wally honestly didn't have bad style, but you were more indifferent to him after the events of yesterday.

You knew Home had something to do with Wally forgetting, but you didn't know what you could do. Wally lived with Home, and Home had eyes everywhere apparently, you were just happy it didn't seem to affect Howdy or Frank yet.

With a sigh you put on the shirt Sally gave you as well, it was a very loose shirt, which you were thankful for. You hated the way some shirts held onto your arms too tight, it felt weird to you.

The shirt was a very pleasant salmon color with a daisy on it, it wasn't a shirt you would normally wear, but your others were dirty so you sucked it up and began to make your way out of the shop.

The wind howled as you looked out the windows of the Bugdega, it looked like it was a bad storm for sure, but you needed to talk with Frank more than anything. You had already been here for about a week, maybe more.

So with a burst of energy, you quickly opened the doors of the Bugdega and began your trek to Frank and Eddies. Your arms had to shield your face as you trekked through the heavy winds and rain pellets that assaulted your skin.

Thankfully it didn't take long to reach Franks, you ignored the feeling of Home most definitely watching you as you knocked on his door quickly, happy at the prospect of getting out of the rain.

Despite your better instincts you looked at Home and saw Wally looking at you through the shudders.

Something was off with him though, his eyes looked… Wider?

Somehow his eyes were wider than usual, and his smile looked fake as he gave you a wave, you felt bad for him so you waved back.

After all, Wally had given you valuable advice about Home, it wasn't his fault he was stuck living with him.

If only for a moment, Wally looked ecstatic, his smile looked real and his eyes almost looked surprised before the shudders shut quickly. Looks like that's all you were going to be seeing of Wally today.

You gave Home a glare as you heard Franks's door open finally, only to be greeted by the sight of Eddie in his pajamas. Eddie wore a loose shirt with shorts on, he looked surprised as he spoke,

“Ah! Y/N..! Come in come in, You'll catch a cold out ‘ere in this weather!”

Oh how you missed Eddie's southern hospitality, you entered his house with no complaints. Shivering a little as the pleasant heat hit your skin.

Eddie quickly moved to grab a towel from a nearby closet, draping it over you as he looked a bit confused, you didn't know why he was confused until you saw he was looking at your arm that had water resting atop of it.

You laughed a little before speaking,

“My skin doesn't absorb water Eddie, so I can be out in the rain an’ be fine after!”

Eddie let out a small ‘ooh’ before nodding and giving you one of his pleasant smiles again, you started to dry off as you saw a disheveled Frank coming down the hall, clearly not expecting visitors.

Frank looked at you as he saw you standing in the doorway, clearly shocked to see you weren't soaked after being out in the rain.

“Heyy Frank, sorry if I..-”

Before you could apologize for intruding on his and Eddies home, he quickly walked up to you, grabbing ahold of your arm carefully and pulling it closer to examine. Mumbling quietly to himself about how you should be soaked but aren't.

Eddie laughed a little before he put his hand on Frank's back, after a few moments Frank let go of your arm, and began speaking,

“Don't worry about it Y/N, I just didn't Account for the Fact you could be out in the Rain. Ill be in my Study, please enter when you are ready to Converse,”

Without wasting a second Frank walked to his Office and shut the door behind him, leaving you with Eddie, not that you minded anyways, Eddie was rather nice.

You continued to dry off, honestly, the rain made you feel a bit refreshed. You don't know how long it had been since you had a proper shower, not accounting for the small times you freshened up with the sink.

You finished drying off and held the towel awkwardly before Eddie took it from your grasp while giving you a smile,

“Go on an’ talk with Frank! Ill take care of things round ‘ere”

Without much hesitation you began walking to Franks Office, giving Eddie a smile as you walked past and knocked on his door, hearing Frank call for you to enter faintly from somewhere in the room.

As you opened the door you saw Frank crouched towards the back of his Studio, a large butterfly on his fingers as he lowered it back into the container it was currently homed.

“Sorry about that. Found an injured Birdwing Butterfly that needed some Attention.”

Frank pushed himself up from his crouching position and walked to his chair, taking a seat and gesturing for you to do the same.

“So. Am I correct to assume we will be Continuing Yesterdays conversation…?”

You gave Frank a nod before speaking yourself,

“Yeah, i need to find a way home Frank, my family has to be worried sick by now, not to mention the fact my friends are probably still expecting me to return with those newspaper clippings.”

You took a seat in the chair across from Franks, sitting in front of his big desk as you leaned your elbows on the table and held your head with your hands.

“...Which of course I've gone and lost, just my luck..”

Frank had a concerned look on his face for a moment, before sighing and leaning back in his chair. The old leather chair made a squeak that reverberated around the room,

“Do not dwell on those facts. I am sure they will just be relieved to see you Okay. Now, I recall you mentioning interest in learning more about Homes abilities. Do you still have questions?”

You gave Frank a nod as you lifted your head from your hands that once held it, your elbows also sliding off of the table so as to not seem rude.

“Yeah, what's the deal with Home wiping everyone’s memory, and to quote you, if Home did do something to me, what would it do to me… long term?..”

Frank sighed and raised his hand from where they were once crossed across his chest, holding at where his chin would be before speaking in a very contemplative tone as if he was watching what he said.

“...Home has Connections to us, As they do with you. Our Connections however run deeper than Friendship since we have lived here Longer than you.”

Your body felt cold. You stared at Frank as he tried to compose himself and keep a calm front on, seeming to be at a loss for how to explain it himself.

“You thankfully have come into no Contact with Home directly. Meaning they cannot alter or warp Memories. However… Home does mean well.”

He rested his hands on the arms of the leather chair, looking away as you proceeded to feel increasingly more alarmed, and a tad bit angry at your neighbors jumping to Homes defense.

“It doesn’t matter if Home means well, this is wrong!.. Has anyone ever confronted them about it anyways?? Or has this just been happening with no complaints.”

Frank saw you were getting increasingly angry, staring off at the clock on the wall that was no longer ticking. Eerily stopped at the same time Howdys was stopped.

“It’s not that Simple. We cannot confront Home. If we do we get.. Reset.”

Frank made stern eye contact with you again, looking very intense.

“A Reset is the worst that can happen to us. We become the Default, reverting back into our Original minds from when we first Arrived.”

You still felt icy hot, with anger or anxiety you didn't know or care to know. The one thing you did know however was Frank mentioned something significant earlier.

“...You said Home needs to make contact with someone before they can alter memories..?”

Frank nodded as he looked at you, clearly concerned that you focused on that specific detail.

“Why do you Mention this?.. Did you come into Contact with Home?”

You couldnt help but ever so slightly curl in on yourself, a terrible habit you could never kick returning. Frank looked at you with a concerned and somehow stern expression on his face, before standing from his chair.

“I need you to be Honest Y/N.. Did Home make Contact with you? As in, Did Home grab you?”

Frank put his hand on the desk as he leaned down slightly to still make eye contact with you, all you could do was glance into his eyes and he knew.

He gave you a worried look before quickly opening a drawer to pull out a notepad, sliding it across the desk to you, and giving you a pen.

“I need you to Quickly write everything you remember. Leave out no Details, I will keep it here so you Do not forget Those Memories.”

Frank lowered himself back into his chair, still looking frazzled but slightly more under control, running one of his hands through his hair he spoke,

“Why didnt you Say anything Sooner?”

“It wasnt important,”

You grabbed the Notepad and pen given to you, quickly writing all you could remember, such as the news clippings, the… Whatever that used to be in your pocket, and most importantly your family and Howdy.

“When Home makes Contact it hurts. How did you not think to mention that to me?”

You paused your writing, looking at Frank quizzically,

“I thought Eddie would have told you, i ran into h im right after it happ e ned, plus it didnt hurt..”

You remember the burning hot fee l ing of your ank l es being grasped as y o u g r asp e d at the gr a ss underneath your fingertips. You coul d almost still f e el the di r t trapped underneath your nails as you desperately clung to get free .

“...It didnt hurt that bad,”

“You zoned out. Are you sure your Alright?..”

Frank looked genuinely worried for you as he stood again, moving beside you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“...If we are going to find a Way to get you home, It may be best to speak with Home. Only do it when Wally is with Home however, it Prevents Home from meshing your memories.”

Your anxiety bubbled at the idea of even having to go near Home again. You weren’t very fond of doing anything regarding Home, but if you wanted to go home you would have to.

“...I guess ill go now to get it over with.”

Frank looked shocked for a moment at your resolve, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

“If that is what you wish to do. I believe Wally is with Home today anyhow, Would you like for me to Accompany you?”

If you hadnt already been gathering yourself to leave, you may have noticed the look of worry held on Franks face, but you were too occupied with standing and pushing in your chair.

“...I think ill be alright.”

You slid the notepad towards Frank, it contained various information about you, you also included information Howdy knew about you, just in case.

“If im not back at Howdys by nightfall give my notes to him,”

You spoke with certainty in your voice, you were going to put an end to this. You would do it tonight if you must.

…A small part of you however felt nauseous. The feeling of flesh melding with fabric burned your ankles as you stood, and bile threatened to spill as it tickled the back of your throat.

You were determined to push forward though, if not for your sake for the sake of everyone in the Town who came before you.

You gave Frank a warm smile, desperately trying to calm yourself down with fleeting thoughts of security. Frank tried to return your gesture, as you left his Office Frank couldn't help but look down at your notes, sighing before moving to one of his various drawers on his desk.

He looked down at the small ring on his finger, fidgeting with it as he thought about Eddie.

He hoped you would be okay.

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You marched out of Frank's house, feeling the wave of nausea overtake you once more as you saw the red house in the center of the neighborhood. Even though you knew what had to be done, it didn't help the feeling of helplessness bubbling inside you.

You tried to keep on a confident face. Internally watching how you moved towards Home, making sure you didn't slouch and looked intimidating,

In your head, you didn't know if it was actually working or not. Hell, for all you knew you could be making an absolute fool of yourself confronting Home like this.

Before you knew it you were at Homes door. With Home going cross-eyed to look at you as it squeaked a shutter, you assumed this was Homes way of saying hello.

“...Hello Home,”

You said anxiously, moving to smooth down your shirt out of nervousness.

Home, fortunately, didn't have the chance to respond before Wally opened the front door, looking more chipper than usual. You were just thankful Home hadn't done anything to him.

“ah! hello neighbor! i was just thinking of you..!”

Wally walked forward to close Homes door, making you back up slightly to allow him more room to exit.

“Haha, well I actually came to speak with Home, do you think you could translate for me Wally?”

You tried to ignore the way Wallys' eyes went glossy or the way his smile now looked unnatural.

“why of course i can neighbor!.. would you like to come in?”

Wally offered you his hand, and as you looked into Wallys eyes all you saw was black nothingness in them, there was none of Wallys original charm inside of them.

And there especially wasn't any hint of the personality Wally had when you first met him.

When you first met Wally he almost had a sense of angst in him, he looked tired, but still happy. He looked more human than the Wally in front of you.

Before you could provide a response Wally took your hand, pulling for you to come inside to talk with Home.

You couldn't pull your hand away. It felt hot, burning hot.

Wally didn't let go of your hand until you were both inside with Home. He led you to a chair in his living room and practically threw you down on it, he had surprising strength for him being so small.

He sat in a chair across from you, he folded his hands atop of his crossed knee. Looking at you with the same unchanging smile with empty eyes.

When Wally spoke, it didn't sound like him, it sounded as if there were two voices speaking at once.

“What did you Want to Discuss Neighbor?”

Desperately trying to find the confidence you once had, you struggled to speak for a moment out of shock, Wally seemed to find this amusing.

“Cat got you Tongue Neighbor? Its just me.”

Wally leaned forward in the chair he was sitting in, looking at you with wide eyes, where you could now see the faint outline of swirls as the wind howled outside.

“And you can Tell me anything Y/N.”

Your chest felt tight as you struggled with your breathing, before taking a deep breath and speaking with fake confidence dripping off your tongue.

“I want Home to stop wiping memories. This isn't right, none of it is.”

Wally froze as you spoke, before beginning to laugh. His hand moved over his mouth before moving it and letting out a strained chuckle.

“Oh how Silly silly… I only do it to Keep the Peace.”

Your blood ran cold as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. This wasn't Wally speaking, This was Home.

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I hope you all Enjoyed<3 !! Ill hopefully have the next Chapter out soon, sorry this one took so long!!

My Ao3 is here as always!

ᕦʕ •ᴥ•ʔᕤ till next time!

#howdy pillar x reader #welcome home #welcome home neighbor #WHN #howdy pillar #wally darling #wally darling x reader #chapter 9 #whn #frank frankly #frank frankly x reader #eddie dear #eddie dear x reader #hurt/comfort #fanfic #<3

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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may i request sniperscout angst, specifically hcs about how theyd handle eachotjers deaths in a no-respawn au

SniperScout Angst Headcanons (No Respawn AU)

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Of course you can! Even though it breaks my heart because I love Sniperscout sm 😭 Also almost back to back Scout angst, what did this man do to you people?

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Uh, a little off-topic, but I feel like Sniper and Scout are Nick and Gatsby, I don't know. Is that weird? Like sure, we know Sniper talks to his parents, but I feel like his mom would be the only one to come while Scout planned the entire funeral. Anyway, on to the actual headcanons!

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Scout locked himself in Snipers van. Bearly eating or drinking, he won't talk to anyone. He just lays on the bed, holding on to anything that could remind him of Sniper. He's not even just heartbroken. It's more than that. It's like his soul was ripped out of his body. He just wants to be able to hold him one more time, to tell him he loves him one more time, to live the life they were supposed to, just one more time. He keeps his hat and sunglasses close at all times. He never let's them go, and no one is ever allowed to touch them. He even attaches his van keys to his dog tags.

Once he gets back to normal, or as normal as he could be after losing someone who meant so much to him, he's ruthless in battle. Every kill he gets is for Sniper. Everything he does is for Sniper. He also goes to either his grave or where his ashes are kept after every battle, bringing a gift of some kind to place next to him, and then telling him about the day he had.

"I really gave them hell to day Snipes. You should have seen it." He let's out a sigh and kisses the top of the urn/gravestone.

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Sniper would also lock himself in his van. It's never been so cold, so empty, so forgin to Sniper. Scout had added a sense of life to the van, and that was extinguished the day he died. He misses Scout's jokes, his smile, his laugh, and just everything Scout did. He made the world brighter for Sniper. He really just feels lost. He's never really felt a pain like this. He can barely breathe most days, and if you thought he was quiet before, he's dead silent now. He took Scout's dogtags, and he wears them every day.

Eventually, he gets the willpower to join the battle again. He's never gotten more kills in his life. Blood has stained the field more than ever. He visualizes every enemy as the one who killed Scout. He pours all his anger and sadness into his job. He visits the grave/urn a lot, knowing this is the closest he'll be to Scout ever again, so he spends most of his time near the urn or grave.

"I miss ya more than words can say." He says. (He also kisses the gravestone/urn)

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OUGH HAPPY TIME BECAUSE I NEED TO ADD IT OR I'LL CRY!!! Basically, how they react if Medic brought them back (before being cremated or buried, obviously)

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Scout is immediately throwing himself on Sniper, holding him tighter than humanly possible. Babbling about how he'll never let him go again, tears flowing freely as he jokes that if Sniper ever pulls a stunt like that, Scout will be his cause of death. Scout probably smothered this man with jokes, kisses, and cuddles that entire night. He's so thankful he got a second chance, and he makes sure Sniper knows that Scout will never take a moment with him for granted again.

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Sniper runs up to Scout, asking him a million and one questions, all basically asking the same thing. Are you okay? And to Snipers relief, Scout is better than okay. Sniper is crying under his glasses, Scout only reaches up to pull them off and kiss his face. He hugs Scout so tight he knocks the air out of his lungs. Scout, let's out a soft chuckle, hugging him back. Sniper spends the night being the most emotional he's ever been. These two love each other so much it's insane.

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Uh, the end! Ough I hope you don't mind the happy ending Anon. I'm a sucker for sweet endings :,) I hope you guys liked this, and I feel really hyped, i think I'm finally back into writing again, I missed it. I think I wore myself out for a hot minute, but I'm back! Anyways, hopefully, at least one or two new posts after this :)

Love you guys, and thank you for being patient with me 💖💖

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #sniperscout #speeding bullet

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An Accident on the Quidditch Pitch (Draco Malfoy)

Minors DNI

Enemies! Draco x afab reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: !!American trying to write British vernacular!!, enemies to lovers, injuries, Dacryphilia(?), fingering, oral ( M receiving ), unprotected sex, language, Draco being Draco, SweetDraco, SoftDom!Draco, Shy!Draco, slut shaming, praise kink,

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"Y/N, you have to eat something," Luna said quietly. You were too nervous, you couldn't eat. You just kept staring at the Slytherin table. There he was, the boy that annoyed you the most in the entire world, the boy who caused instant headaches, the only person that you'd rather sprint the other way than interact with any more than necessary.

Draco Malfoy.

And you were about to face him on the Quidditch Pitch.

Ravenclaw and Slytherin were about to play the first match of the year. Everyone was excited, the winds weren't too bad today, it was sunny, and the chilly weather hadn't set in yet. It was the perfect day for Quidditch. Yo. batched in skill, the only difference is that Malfoy has always been able to able to afford better equipment, and this year you'd heard his father had bought him the new Firebolt. Your old Comet 290 didn't have a shot.

"Luna, I know you're right but I simply cannot stomach a single thing. I'll eat after the match," You give your best friend a weak smile. She knows all about your and Malfoy's relationship and your concerns about today.

"Y/N, this rivalry between you and Draco is stupid. He isn't worth the space in your head." She whispers sincerely. Luna has always been a calm, soothing presence in your life but today it just grates on your nerves.

"Ugh. I know you always say that and I'm sure you're probably right but it seems like more than a sports rivalry, I truly, deeply, despise that boy," You whisper back, "I'm going on a walk before the match, I'll see you after." You grumble and sigh as you get up from the long dining table in the Great Hall and exit.

As you walk towards the stairs up towards Ravenclaw tower you hear the double doors open and a loud group exits, you hear them snickering and joking with each other, talking about the impending match.

"Oi, (Y/L/N), you'd better watch out on the Pitch. We aren't fucking around this year!" Vincent Crabbe yells after you.

You ignore him and as you start up the stairs you hear Professor McGonagal's clear voice, "Mr. Crabbe! I certainly hope that wasn't you using that vulgar language," The conversation fades from eyeshot as you hurry up the stairs.

Once you've passed through the common room and are in your dormitory room you brush and rebraid your hair about ten times, it just will not lay right. Grumbling and giving up on your hair, you stand up and grab your broom and gloves. You decided to walk down to the pitch and try to calm your nerves.

The game was going great, Ravenclaw was up 120 to 60 and no one had seen the snitch yet. You felt good, determined to win. To see the look on Malfoy's face when you beat Slytherin.

You were hovering near the stands trying to watch everywhere at once. Just then, you saw Malfoy dart straight towards the ground, you see the snitch a few feet in front of him. They're about halfway across the field and Malfoy is gaining on the snitch, that new broom really was fast.

You knew you'd never make it over to the other side of the field in time but you had to try. You urged your broom forward and down, hoping gravity would help. When you were about 20 feet from Malfoy, the snitch suddenly darted straight up into the air and came hurtling towards you. Just as you were evening out your broom and thinking you may be able to reach the snitch a bludger barrels into you, as you tried to right yourself from the impact something even bigger and heavier collides with you, sending you flying off of your broom.

You're falling and the world is spinning, you hear screaming. The ground is rushing up towards you, you feel pain and the world goes black.

You wake up in the infirmary, your head throbbing and your arm in a splint. Your team, Luna and some other friends are there. There's actually quite a crowd, both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor teams are there as well, along with some other friends you have across the houses. As soon as people start noticing you're awakening they all start talking at once, asking if you're alright, telling you that Dumbledore is dealing with Crabbe personally, asking if you remember what happened. Despite the concerned faces, you hardly are listening, a tall, blond figure breaking away from the back of the group and silently leaving the infirmary has your attention instead. You stare at the door after the figure leaves, working to convince yourself it was just an illusion. There's no way he was really there, waiting for you to wake up.

Shaking your head you focus back on the people in front of you. Someone had retrieved Madam Pomfrey. She was looking at you with a concerned expression, " (Y/N), dear, did you hear me? Perhaps you hit your head harder than we thought. Do you know why you're here dear?"

"No, no, I'm fine, really. I just remember going after the snitch, getting hit, and then falling."

Everyone looked uncomfortable, they looked away and shuffled their feet.

"Well, dear, that big Slytherin beater Crabbe decided that right then was the ideal moment to lob a bludger at the back of your head. When that didn't work to knock you off your broom, he decided that his own body would be better than a bludger. He crashed into you at nearly full speed and launched you off your broom. Dumbledore is dealing with him now."

"Oh." You aren't sure what else to say. You didn't like Draco and you knew he wasn't your biggest fan. But to convince his friend to deliberately cause you harm. You could've been killed.

Everyone sensed that you were in no mood for visitors. Madam Pomfrey shooed everyone from the room and said they could see you tomorrow. She insisted on keeping you in the infirmary overnight for observation. Around 2 in the morning you awoke to the sound of someone stumbling into a bed frame, the metal scraping against the cobblestone, and someone cursing under their breath.

"Hello, is anyone there?" You called out. With the minimal moonlight coming through the windows and the torches being extinguished for the night there were deep patches of shadow that you strained to see into to no avail. The only glimpse you got of whoever had visited you in the infirmary was as they hurriedly left through the doors, a slight limp to their gate. You managed to convince yourself that it was a dream and fell into a slightly restless sleep.

When you awoke Luna was there talking to Madam Pomfrey. When they noticed you wake up Madam Pomfrey told you that you were free to go but you needed to be back in weekly for her to check your arm and that you should come in immediately if you feel faint or poorly.

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey. Luna, what'd ya say we go to the library and finish up our Enchantment work?"

As you and Luna walked to the Library she kept sneaking glances your way, trying to discretely check that you were okay.

"Luna, is something the matter?" You ask.

"Oh, erm, no, (Y/N), Madam Pomfrey had just mentioned that she heard you calling out in the middle of the night and asked me to keep an eye on you. She seems really worried about your concussion." Luna stopped and looked at you earnestly.

"Oh, um, I was hoping she hadn't heard that. I'd just had a bad dream is all." You said, trying to convince her.

"(Y/N), I have known you since we were little girls. I know when you're lying to me," She looked hurt, "I've just remembered that I already finished the Enchantment assignment. I'll be down by the lake if you decide you want to talk," She walks away and seemingly floats down the stairs. Sometimes you envy how unbothered she seemed, almost existing in a plane separate from those around her, seeing the truly big picture. Luna could never be bothered with gossip or crushes or anything else deemed unimportant in her thought process. Because of this, Luna gave great advice when she could be bothered to focus on the subject at hand.

Too distracted to study Enchantment, you decide you need time away from everyone to think. You head for the little-used second-floor storage closet. Making sure no one was around to see, you slipped through the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Your momentary sanctuary was interrupted when you saw Draco sitting on the small stool, reading by the light of his wand, startled by the interruption he stops reading and looks up, seemingly surprised to see you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of him, not expecting anyone else to be in the storage closet, "Bloody Hell, you've scared me half to death!" You whisper scream at him.

"Oh, (Y/N), I'm sorry, I'll go," He says, standing and moving slowly towards the door. That reaction takes you by surprise, it's so out of character. Come to think of it, you've never heard Draco apologize to anyone, ever.

"No, no, it's fine. I'll go elsewhere." You start to turn around but Draco had already started moving around you in the small space. Your turning around put you both chest to chest, your backs pressed against the door frame.

"Jesus Christ, I am leaving. For once in your fucking life, listen to someone else," He pushes you into the stool and leaves the closet, a slight limp in his gate.

You sit on the stool, a bit stunned, both from you briefly being chest to chest with Malfoy and from the thoughts it put into your head. Was it Draco in the infirmary yesterday and last night? No, it coudn't be. Why would he be there? And you could still smell his colonge. The scent was woody and rich, it made your head spin.

"Oh man, maybe I really did hit my head harder than I thought," You put your chin in your hand and sat and thought, getting lost in your thoughts and letting your mind wander to the what-ifs.

What if Draco had been the person at the back of the crowd and at the infirmary last night. What if he hadn't been in on Crabbe's plan. And what the hell did he mean by teling you to listen for once in your life? What an ass.

"Fuck this, I do not have time for any of this nonsense. I am going to have to go talk to him or I'll go absolutely mental," You sigh as you stand, stretching your arms and legs. You exited the closet and saw evening sun streaming in through the castle windows. You'd lost track of time and wasted the entire day sitting in a broom closet, all because of Draco Malfoy.

Although you wanted to find him right at this instant, you were hungry and you knew Luna would be worried. Resigned to seeing all the people that had watched you try to fly yesterday. You started your way down to the Great Hall and ran into Luna on the stairwell.

"(Y/N)! I started to get worried when I didn't see you so I started looking and I didn't see you in the library so I figured you were up here," She rambled, "Wait, were you here all day?"

"Oh Luna, I'm so sorry about earlier. Yes, I've been in the broom closet all day, I got lost in my own head I think." Your face lit up seeing your friend, glad that she wasn't still upset with you.

Since dinner had already started, there weren't many people around so you figured it was safe to tell Luna about your thoughts. When you finished, Luna's only reply was, "It is interesting that who you saw last night had a limp and you said he had one today but that necessarily mean it was him. I agree that the most direct course of action is speaking to him but, (Y/N), try to keep your head," she turns to go towards the Great Hall, stops, turns, and gently chides, "And please do the Enchantment assignment, its due tomorrow."

You catch up to her and head down to dinner together. Surprisingly, no one makes jokes about your accident, everyone is polite, and dinner goes off without a hitch. Except that you can't seem to focus, you keep catching a certain blond from the Slytherin table glaring at you.

As dinner comes to an end, you tell Luna you're going to the Library to finish the work for Enchantment. Flitwick likes you and would most likely give you an extension based on this weekends events but you don't want to sit alone with your thoughts and you'd already seen Draco leave with his friends so you didn't see a point in trying to catch him alone tonight.

The library is fairly empty when you get there. You look for the specific text you need but can't find it anywhere. Sighing, you see Madam Pince getting ready to leave for the evening and approach her asking if she's seen the tome.

"Why, yes dear, I believe some of the other 5th years are studying it. Last I saw, Mr. Longbottom had the book, he was in the back section at one of the tables. He most likely forgot to put it back. I hope you find it dear, have a good night," She says as she walks out of the library carrying a large stack of books.

"Bloody Wonderful," You mutter as you walk towards the back of the library, "I hope the book really is there and Neville didn't forget he wasn't supposed to leave with it."

To your relief the book is there. From your bag you pull out a parchment and quill and begin the assignment. You lose track of time and focus all of your attention on the assignment at hand.

You feel someone watching you. "Hey, (Y/L/N), working on the Enchantment assignment?" Came his voice from behind you.

You stiffen a bit, you'd expected to see him on your own schedule when you'd planned out everything you were going to say already. "What's it to you if I am?" You ask, not looking up from the pages in front of you.

"Well, I still need to do the assignment so I need that book," His voice is closer now, nearly in your ear. The normally cynical tone is gone, his voice actually is pretty attractive. And with his proximity that cologne from earlier is filling your nose again, making your heart beat a bit faster.

"I suppose you should've gotten here a few hours ago then, Malfoy," you try for a nonchalant tone, not wanting to let on that you could barely think.

"Oh, you are so miserable. Why don't we share? I'll sit right here," he says, pulling out the chair from right next to you, "and your precious book will never leave your sight."

"I suppose I don't really have a choice in the matter," you say lowly as he sits down. Somehow, his chair got much closer to yours then you remembered it being.

"No, I suppose you don't," he says, sitting down and pulling out a piece of parchment, "May I?" He asks, reaching to move the book closer to the middle of the distance between you, careful to avoid your injured arm.

You shrug in acknowledgment and try to go back to working on the assignment. You can't, you can't focus, your brain can only think about two things, the fact that yours and Draco's legs keep brushing against each other and how good he smells.

"(Y/L/N), are you even still working on the assignment or did you just not want me to have the book?" He asks not looking up at you from his work, "You haven't put quill to parchment since I sat down."

"I uhh-"

You're cut off as you feel his long fingers brush your hair away from your ear, "Or is that just the affect I'm having on you?" he whispers into your ear, his voice low and smooth.

You nearly jump away from him. Standing and facing him, "What? No. Do you even still need to do this assignment or is this some kind of sadistic continuation of what happened yesterday? Try to kill me and now try to have me fail a class? I don't know which is worse!" Your voice is definitely too loud for the library but you don't give a damn, you're livid at the affect he is having on you.

"How dare you accuse me of that. I would never try to hurt you, (Y/N). How could you ever think that? How dare you think that," he says, stalking towards you.

Despite him only being 3 or 4 inches taller than you, it feels like he's towering over you in this instance. Somehow he backed you against the bookshelves behind the table, you didn't realize you'd been stepping back as he stepped forward, "Oh please, I know you despise me." You spit, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Hate you? You think I hate you? No, (Y/N). I hate how you always know the answer, always have a quick comeback. I hate that no matter how hard I try, I can't get you out of my head. I hate what you do to me. But I don't hate you. I could never hate you," There's so little space between you, all it would take was a minute step forward to put you into contact with the blond.

But he made the first move, grabbing your chin with one hand and tilting your face towards his, forcing eye contact, "Do you hate me, (Y/N)?" He whispers

You shake your head in a very small no. Because, at that moment, you realize you don't hate Draco. You hate that he has what you don't, you hate that hen laughs so easily with his friends, hate that he can get whatever he wants with no consequences, but you don't hate him.

And he's kissing you. Softly, a bit uncertain at first but when he feels you responding to him, kissing him back. He becomes more confident and the kiss deepens. His hands moved to the sides of your face and his leg was between yours now.

For a second, your arms hung stupidly at your sides but the minute that kiss deepened, they flew to his shoulders, he was more muscular than you's expected. Maybe he did actually work for how good he was as Quidditch.

Suddenly, what you were doing hit you like a ton of bricks. You were making out with someone you thought hated you. Someone who you still weren't sure if they'd had a hand in your accident or not. And someone you definitely couldn't trust. You push him back, your lips feeling hot and your cheeks flushed.

"Draco, what are we doing?" You ask in a surprised tone, unable to truly believe what you'd just done.

"Something, I've wanted to do for a long time, (Y/N)," His normally light grey eyes darkening with desire, his cheeks also flushed.

Looking at the boy before you, you couldn't realize how incredibly turned on you were. Trying to push those thoughts far from your mind, you ask, "Did you even need to work on the Enchantment assignment? Or did you just come here to harass me?"

"Well," He says, "Firstly, I wouldn't call it harassment. And secondly, I wasn't going to do the assignment at all but I heard you telling Lovegood about coming here. I figured I'd stop in to make sure the fall hadn't done any permanent damage."

Suddenly, you didn't give a damn about tour Enchantment assignment, you decided you wanted Draco, "Well, is there any permanent damage?" You asked with a small smirk.

"Hmm, I wasn't able to fully assess the level of damage," He says flirtatiously as his hand moves up your leg under your skirt, moving towards your hip.

You grow very still under his touch. Not daring to even breath.

"Do you want me to stop?" Draco asks, noticing your apprehension, his hand still moving upward.

"I don't know. I don't think so. But, I really don't know how much fun I'll be," You say in a small voice gesturing to your arm.

"Oh babe. Don't worry about that. Tonight will be about you. I'll take everything very slowly," his hand slowed down to match the speed of his words, "And if you want me to, I'll stop."

His hand was resting on your hip. His long fingers warm against it, his thumb rubbing slow circles into your flesh.

"Why don't we get out of the Library?" he suggests, removing his hand from your hip but not stepping away.

"But the assignment. I haven't finished..." You trail off looking back at the table.

"Oh, (Y/N), I think the activities I have in mind will be much more fun than an Enchantment assignment," He says with a small chuckle.

"Fine, Malfoy, but if I fail Flitwick's class I'm blaming you," Your tone filled with faux exasperation.

He chuckled shaking his head and walking back towards the table. He started packing up his things, and, to your surprise, he packed your things as well and slung your bag over his shoulder.

"I can carry my own bag you know," you said trying to grab it.

"No babe, not with only one working arm. Ill carry it. Ready?" He asks, reaching for your hand and holding it in his own.

"Where exactly are we going?" you question as Draco walks past shelves and rows, heading towards the exit.

"My dormitory," He says looking at you.

"Your dormitory? Isn't your roommate there?" You ask a little too loudly, thankfully no one is around to hear you.

"You genuinely think I have a roommate? No, my father wouldn't allow it. I have the room to myself," He says nonchalantly.

"Of course you do. I don't know why I expected anything else from you," Your words are serious but the tone you use to deliver them is lighthearted and joking.

You don't encounter anyone else on your way to Draco's dormitory and you're incredibly grateful for that. You're going to have a hard enough time explaining where you were to Luna, someone else seeing you and Draco together would make everything a million times harder.

When you enter the Slytherin common room you're surprised at how cozy it actually is. You expected the dungeon rooms to be cold and dank but the furniture, fire place, and plush rugs add a sense of comfort to the space. Draco leads you down a long hall to a room near the end.

As soon as you're both in the room and your bags have been set down he's on you again. You're backed against the wall kissing. It's much more heated this time and you know in that moment there's no going back.

Suddenly, he stops and looks into your eyes, "You're so beautiful (Y/N), you know that? It drives me absolutely insane."

He pulls you over to the bed and lays you down, the comforter is plush and you sink down into it. Draco is above you, making sure to keep all his weight off of you. He's kissing you again, moving from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse as he goes, kissing over your collarbones snd down your sternum.

He takes a short break to admire you once the shirt has come undone enough to reveal your bra- a smooth black one with very little lining. Your cheeks heat up as he takes you in.

"So, so beautiful," He says, his eye color growing impossibly darker. Taking the shirt off would be too difficult with your splinted arm but Draco is determined to get the bra off. He deftly reaches behind your back and unclasps it, then, with a whispered word, the straps simply snap apart and he pulls the article of clothing off of you.

"That was my favorite bra you bastard," you say shocked.

"Oh don't worry babe, I'll buy you plenty of new ones," He grins and starts peppering your chest with light kisses and bites, his long fingers take your nipples and being rolling and pinching them. It feels incredible, especially combined with how turned on you already are. Your breathing gets a bit heavier and you rub your thighs together trying to get some friction and relive the ache starting to build at your core.

Draco notices you squirm and lets out s light chuckle. one of his hands runs down your side, reaches the hem of your skirt, and then travels under it. He ghosts over your panties and looks at your face, you nod. With that encouragement, Draco starts rubbing you through your panties, up and down your folds, rubbing small circles over your clit when he reaches it.

"Look at you, you thought I hated you not even two hours ago and now you're absolutely soaked for me." he whispers into your ear as he continues his movements.

He's right, you are absolutely soaked. But you're too focused on how he's making you feel so string together a response. You just let out a light moan.

"Such a pretty little slut for me aren't you?" He asks as he dipped two fingers into you.

"Ohh, yes," you let out, you hold onto his hair with your good arm and pull him down, enveloping his lips in another kiss.

His fingers graze over your g-spot and you feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten. This was faster than you'd ever felt an orgasm building before.

"Ahh, Draco, right there, please," You whine, your head feeling light.

"I never thought I'd have this effect on you (Y/N), I never thought you were such a needy slut. What else do you want me to do to you? Hmm? Use your words babe." All the while his fingers kept working their magic on you.

"Oh my god-" you say breathlessly, "Draco, please, I need you. I need to feel you."

"Fuck babe, you're close. You need me? How badly?" That smug bastard was getting off on you being in such a compromising position with him.

"So badly. Please. I can't." Your words were coming out in short, fragmented sentences.

He stops, removing his fingers.

"Wha- why?" You say looking at him in bewilderment.

He doesn't answer, you see his hands move to his trousers and belt. Both slide to the floor, you hear the belt buckle clink on the hardwood. Even in the dimly lit room you can see the tent in Draco's boxers. The tent is big.

"Like what you see babe?" He asks, as he slides the boxers down and they join the pile of clothes on the floor.

Draco wasn't too huge but he definitely was larger than average, and larger than anyone else you'd been with. You gulp.

"You'll be ok babe, I've got you," he says, slowly rubbing the head of his member across your clit and down your folds, collecting the slick that had formed there.

"Draco. Stop teasing."

And just like that, he snapped his hips and buried himself to the hilt in you.

You sucked in air and your eyes brimmed with tears, he was quite a bit bigger than you'd realized.

"Ohhh, shh, you're ok, you're fine," He says gently, wiping away the tear that escaped, "Let me know when."

After a few moments, the pain subsided. Draco stretched you in new ways, now that the shock was over, he felt like he fit perfectly with you.

"Okay," You say, your breath under control, no more tears brimming

Draco nearly pulls all the way out before slowly thrusting back into you, the head of his cock brushing against your g-spot each time, causing your walls to clench around him.

"Fuck babe, you're taking me so well." He's increasing his speed, watching you the entire time, making sure you're all right.

The knot in your stomach twists one more time, you can tell you're about to come undone, "Draco, I'm close, just like that." you moan out. With two more trusts, your whole body tenses and the knot unravels.

Draco helps you rude out your high, keeping his pace and snaking a hand down to your clit, circling it. Your orgasms racks your body, by the time its done you're a sweating, shaking mess.

Draco's thrusts start getting sloppier. You've recovered from your earth shaking orgasm and could tell he was close.

"Draco, I want to taste it. Cum in my mouth, please?" You brushed his damp hair from his face.

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" He pants, he'd stopped thrusting now.

"Of course I am. I wouldn't have said to if I wasn't." You say sassily.

Draco pulls out of you and suddenly it feels like a piece

of you is missing. Draco had filled you so deliciously that you nearly want to cry at the feeling of hollowness.

Then, you see his glistening cock and you start drooling a bit. Eagerly, you get onto the floor and on your knees in front of the tall blond. You give him a few tugs and lick up the thick vein, then you take him in your mouth. As you start bobbing your head you feel the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. It makes your eyes water.

"So pretty choking on my cock babes," He holds your hair in a make shift ponytail with one hand and wipes a tear from your eyes with the other.

"Uhhh," he moans, "your mouth is incredible, baby. Almost as good as that sweet little pussy. Mmmm, just like that, good girl." His eyes are barely open and he has a blissed out expression on his face.

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and then taste the salty strings of cum coating your tongue and throat. You swallow it all and he takes himself out of your mouth. Tenderly, he takes your chin in his hand, turning your face towards his and making eye contact.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly.

"Yes, Draco, I'm more than okay," You say, starting to stand, he immediately helps you up and watches as you sit back on the bed.

He puts his boxer back on and then walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a jumper with Bulgarian Quidditch team's logo on it. He brings it back over and hands it to you.

"Here, so you don't get cold," He says, kind of shyly, "Unless of course you'd prefer to go back to your dormitory?"

You'd never ever seen this soft side to Draco. You realized that you thought it was cute.

"No, I'd prefer to stay here if that's alright," You squeeze his hand and drop the jumper over your head. Then, trying to lighten the mood a bit, you say, "I need time to think of what to tell Luna."

"Oh yeah, Lovegood is going to be all over you anout where you were tonight," he agrees, walking around to the other side of the bed and stripping back the sheets.

"I prefer when you're all over me, Malfoy," you flirt, also climbing under the covers.

You are a but cold so you nestle deeper into the bedding, Draco notices and pulls you gently to him. He wraps his arms around you, careful to avoid your casted arm.

Exhausted, you close your eyes and fall asleep with Draco embracing you and the smell of his cologne coming off of the jumper and filling your nose.

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco imagine #draco x female reader #draco x reader #hogwarts #smut #hogwarts smut #draco malfoy smut #draco smut #imagine

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stupendouspeanutstarlight · 1 year

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Undiscovered Future - Pt. 5

OH MY two posts one day! Sorry to disappoint, but it's not that special ; ( The post isn't very long just under 1k, but I wanted to write a little more, and the place I ended seems like a good ending point!

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Waking up the next day next to all of her family filled Savanna’s heart with love. Trying not to disturb anyone, Savanna managed to untangle herself from Jake’s arms. Moving to sit outside the pod and enjoy the tranquillity of the silent village, she took a deep breath and relaxed. Savanna had never thought she’d meet her dad, and hadn’t expected to find a family as good as this. Although happy, Savanna couldn’t help miss Nali and the swamp village. Her features fit in much better here, and her body is designed for the trees, but she couldn’t help miss the daily duties of fishing and swimming. Sitting contently, swaying her body in the morning breeze Savanna heard movement. Neytiri came out of the pod and sat next to Savanna. Both sat silently enjoying the view of the rising sun and seeing the village come to life. Neytiri couldn't help observing the young girl, her skills were vouched for by the Marsh people, and she saved her sons lives in battle, but she still required training on some of their ways.

Turning her body to face Savanna, Neytiri spoke, “Child, you are a fierce warrior.” Savanna became bashful at the sudden compliment and turned to face Neytiri, “but you must learn some more skills! I would like to teach you, if you would take my guidance?”

Beaming Savanna lunged forward to hug Neytiri, “Of course! I would be honoured to learn from you! I will do my best to be a wonderful student.”

The excitement and adrenaline Savanna had at the beginning of training was beginning to wear off as Neytiri taught her to ride a Pali. Savanna’s mother had compared them to an animal on Earth, a horse, but Savanna had no experience riding an animal on land. She had tamed an ikiran, rode an aquatic serpent that was called a serli, but was not able to master the pali. She has impressed Neytiri with her bow, spear and tracking skills, but this was something she just couldn’t get. After many attempts, the only thing Savanna had accomplished is eating an inhumane amount of mud. Laying on her back in a pile of mud Savanna grumbled, “I think I’m going to die from mud consumption!”

Walking over to stand above the teenager wallowing in self pity, Neytiri crossed her arms. She couldn’t help but smile, Savanna was so much like Jake. A man who tamed Toruk Makto, but struggled to learn on a pali. “Stop whining ma child. Get up!” Lifting Savanna’s muddy body off the ground and dragging her towards the Pali. Neytiri placed Savanna’s hand on the creature's neck and said, “You must be one with her, feel her emotions! You are rushing like a child! Try again.”

Hoping back onto the pali, Savanna decided this was the time, she connected the bond and took deep breaths. She pictured the pali calmly walking towards the water, and she did. Savanna pictured running towards the edge of the field, and she did, but in her excitement she forgot to focus and toppled into a bush. Neytiri rode over on her own pali, she was laughing at the poor girl. “I almost had it that time!”

“I know sweet girl, I know.” Lowering herself from her pali, Neytiri approached Savanna and helped her onto her feet, “You will get it perfected soon.”

Familiar voices approached and both the women looked over to see Jake and Neteyam approaching on their own palis. Neteyam noticed his mom first and sped towards them, but when he got closer he saw her appearance Savanna, “You are so filthy!”

Grimacing, Savanna looked at her arms and legs, and she was caked in mud. “It’s wonderful to see you as well, Yam!” Her tone laced with sarcasm, Savanna flicked mud at Neteyams face.

“Ew, Savanna that was uncalled for!”

“You’re right Neteyam! I’m sorry, can you forgive me?” Walking over to Neteyam as innocent as she could, she yanked him off his pali and into a mud pile. The two began to wrestle in the mud, sliding around and hissing at each other.

Jake, arriving to both his eldest children squabbling and covered in mud, looked at the fond smile across his mates face, “Ok you two, cut it out. Go get cleaned up!”

After cleaning up in a nearby pond, Neteyam and Savanna playfully shoved each other as they raced to get back to where Jake and Neytiri waited. When they arrived their joy was quickly broken as Loaks voice came over the comms, “Come in, come in”

“What is it boy? What’s going on? Where are you?” Jake shot Neytiri a nervous look. The one day both his responsible children were busy training, he didn’t want to think about the trouble Loak was getting into.

“Avatar bootprints… We are out near the old shack.” Savanna and Neteyam both froze, they could see the anger building in Jake and the worry in Neytiri's eyes.

“Do not engage! Loak head straight back! Who are you with?”

“Spider, Kiri… and Tuk.” Hearing Tuk’s name Neytiri gasped and hugged herself, clearly becoming overcome with worry. Neteyam noticed his mothers distress and went to try and soothe her.

“We are coming, Loak, get out of there!”

When the four of them were almost in the area of the old shack a new voice came through the comms, "Hey Sully, miss me?"

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Taglist: @elegantkidfansoul

#jake sully #jake sully x daughter #netyiri #neteyam #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #tukitrey #aonung x oc #aonung #jake sully avatar #Undiscovered future #savanna sully

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years

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Part One ¦ Part Two ¦ Part Three ¦ Part Four ¦ Part Five ¦ Part Six

Part Seven - Farewell

Together they stole another few hours of sleep. With stinging eyes, they’d crawled back into the bed. Nesta positioned herself as close to the wall as possible until Cassian had pulled her closer to him. If it was the last time he’d sleep beside her, he wanted to seize every moment. Her fingers laced into his and they lay like that until light had broken into the sky.

There was no use trying to convince Nesta again; he wanted the last day in her company to be enjoyable, not spent pleading with her. Still, that desire to ensure she was protected and safe bypassed any other instinct. She had enough food for a few days and the wood store was well stocked. There were still items that Nesta needed – and Cassian had been making a mental list of each thing during his time in the cabin. Winter boots and clothes, thicker blankets, more books and crockery. Rhys might bring it or Azriel at a later date, but he knew his brothers would prevent him returning. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He'd always been that way. Love should be freely given and not withheld. Still, they wouldn’t want to see him hurting. It was better to say goodbye once, no matter how painful than to linger in a drawn-out farewell. Wasn’t it?

‘Wrap up warm.’

If Nesta could strike a high lord without fear of consequence then she could catch her dinner. Cassian led her out into the snow, deeper into the forest but so the cabin was still visible in the distance.

He could feel the change in the air with the presence of the Wall not far away. A tinny whistling sound could faintly be heard and the air itself tasted like rust. Nesta stopped walking. Her brows lowered.

‘Something wrong, sweetheart?’

Cassian’s heart sped up. Surely, she couldn’t feel the magic too?

She swallowed. ‘Nothing.’

He showed Nesta how to set snares in different ways using wire and rope to make. Although her hands were cold, she managed well enough to twist the wire into shape and to loop it around low hanging branches. Cassian talked her through the best places to set her snares based on the animal tracks running through the otherwise unblemished snow. Winter could be unyielding, but she would be better prepared for spring this way.

When her teeth chattered, Cassian led her back towards the cabin. In a snare that he’d set previously was a struggling rabbit. It was skinny, hardly worth the effort, but Cassian needed to ensure Nesta could take care of herself.

‘I’ve got to kill it?’

‘You’ve been ready to kill me several times. Nes, if you want to survive, you’ll need to do it.’

Nesta stared down at the struggling rabbit. ‘Can’t I just wait for it to die?’

‘Sometimes it will already be dead. Sometimes something else will have come to eat it. Sometimes you will have to kill it. I’ll help you this time.’

‘But it’s a rabbit.’

He touched her cold cheek. ‘This is where meat comes from.’

Reluctantly, she took the knife from him. The rabbit squeaked loudly as Nesta tried to lift it from the ground. Its back legs thrashed and her grip wobbled.

‘I can’t do it.’

She threw the knife down and stalked away, feet trampling through the snow. Cassian put the animal out of its misery and cut away the trap from its carcass. It wasn’t ever easy to take a life, but if Nesta wanted to remain in the woods, these were things she had to do.

Cassian prised Nesta’s face from the trunk that she’d pressed herself against. Her face was streaked with tears. She quickly buried herself against him rather than have him witness her upset. Cassian wrapped Nesta into his arms, surprised that she so readily sought his touch.

‘That was horrible. The noise it made.’

He’d heard far worse: the gargled sounds of friends taking their last breaths on the battle field; screams of innocent civilians whose homes were burnt to the ground by Hybern. For this mortal woman who had never known war, a dying rabbit was the worst thing.

‘I just wanted you to be able to look after yourself. I’m sorry it upset you.’

They shuffled back towards the cabin, stomping their snowy shoes on the stoop before entering. Nesta still snuffled each time she caught sight of the rabbit hanging limply from his belt. They’d left the fire burning, so Cassian poked at the embers then threw another log on top.

‘Are you warm enough or should I warm you up?’

Nesta snorted at that, but a smile brightened her face. ‘I’m sure you’d love that.’

‘Oh, I definitely would,’ he purred coming to stand beside her to massage her shoulders. His thumbs pushed against the muscle, driving in small circles that elicited quiet murmurs of enjoyment from Nesta. ‘What is your dream? If you could do anything, be anything. What’s your dream?’

The muscles of her neck were tense as he massaged them. Nesta tipped her head forwards, granting him better access to her spine.

‘I never let myself dream.’

‘Dare to dream, Nesta.’

She raised her head so she could look up at him. He leaned forwards to kiss her forehead. A small smirk flitted onto her lips.

‘Maybe I dream of being the witch who haunts these woods and terrifies children.’

Cassian’s arms slunk around her as he leaned in for another forehead kiss, then another, and another. ‘In my dreams, I get to keep you. You haunt me with your broom every day and press your cold feet against my back to kick me out of bed. I love every moment.’

Her hands reached to wind into his. ‘A pretty fairy tale.’

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The day was long and pained. A lump built in Nesta’s throat each time she thought about Cassian leaving. Over and over, she reminded herself that it was foolish to feel so upset over a man she barely knew. He had been in her home a handful of days, uninvited, unwanted. Good riddance to him. She could have peace again once he had gone.

Cassian had sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire, groaning as he stretched his muscles. The tendons in his wings tensed as he spread his wings out to their full width. They were enormous, taking up most of the cabin. The fresh skin was visible where the holes in the membrane had grown over. Dark hair spilled onto the floor as he lay prone, drawing his wings back to his spine then extending them again.

When he left, maybe Nesta wouldn’t feel a thing. Maybe she’d let out a sigh of relief that her home was her own again and not a place to harbour an injured faerie.

Right now, as she watched him lightly exercise his wings, Nesta had to fight against the lump in her throat again. She had never liked goodbyes.

The careful mask of indifference began to crack as darkness crept into the sky. Time was escaping them. She turned to the stove to retrieve the whole chicken she had cooked rather than look at Cassian’s form any longer.

A final meal together. Silly, it was all so silly. Why did she care if she never saw him again? She was an insignificant dot in Cassian’s long life, likely to be forgotten. He would only take her to other faeries so she could be ridiculed or hurt for being mortal. Her village had enough stories of the cruelty of the fae. Of the way they delighted in torturing mortals. No, Nesta would take a life of loneliness over that.

‘I hate winter,’ Cassian grumbled, drawing the curtains shut. ‘All I want to do is eat and sleep.’

‘I believe it’s called hibernation. Though I agree, I find winter rather dull.’

‘There’s an entire court in Prythian where it’s eternally winter.’

‘Is there an eternal summer?’

‘Yes, with white sand beaches, blue waves, and glorious, glorious sunshine.’

Nesta let out a little murmur of pleasure. ‘Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’d follow you to Prythian if we can live there.’

‘I’m banned from that court.’

‘I’m definitely going there now,’ she teased.

His hulking body came behind her, leaning over her shoulder to inhale the scent of the roast chicken.

Nesta held out a carving knife for him. ‘Would you like to play father and cut the meat?’

Cassian’s hazel eyes flared at her words, but he didn’t say anything in response. He took the knife and a prong to hold the chicken in place then carved slices from the breasts. All the while, Nesta was trapped between his body and strong arms by the kitchen counter.

It wasn’t usual to be this comfortable around someone she barely knew. More than that, Cassian was fae. A soldier. A general of an entire army. Loud. Brash. She shouldn’t allow this proximity. Shouldn't wish he would touch her more.

He carried the heavy dishes over to the table while Nesta followed with a plate and a bowl for them to eat from.

He was kind and helpful. Caring. Funny. Gentle with her. The lump returned to her throat. A small voice piped up inside of her head to say it wasn’t right to let him leave. But he had people who loved him, brothers who had come to find him. Every moment that Cassian spent within the mortal land was a moment that he risked himself. If Nesta went with him, she would be at risk. She would forever be a burden on his life.

‘May I present, our final dinner together,’ she said, in a voice that was far stronger than she felt.

‘Thank you. It smells wonderful.’

‘Let’s hope it tastes that way.’

Cassian filled her plate for her, giving her a more generous helping than she would usually have then he filled his own. He liked all the bits of the chicken she didn’t; he’d eat the gristle from the bones and suck them even if it made her swipe at him in revulsion. He gave her the crispy skin to crunch down on.

Nesta watched him scoop a mouthful of mashed potatoes and chicken onto a spoon and put it into his mouth. Within a few seconds, he’d stopped chewing. The swallow was audible. His eyes shot to her, wide with alarm.

‘Is something wrong?’

Noiselessly, Cassian shook his head. His chair was pushed backward then he was standing. ‘I need a moment.’

Tears prickled at Nesta’s eyes as the door shut behind Cassian. She pressed her palms against her eyelids, refusing to let her tears gather.

After a few minutes, stood out in the snow, Cassian returned.

‘Did I do something wrong?’

His face fell. Cold fingers stroked against her hair as he came over. Lips met her temple in a gentle kiss. ‘No. You could never do anything wrong, sweetheart. Sorry.’

‘Is the food not good?’

Cassian avoided her eye. ‘Our food has stronger tastes than mortal food. I’m not quite used to it.’

But he had eaten the stew and the porridge they had cooked together. Nesta stabbed her fork into her dinner, good mood deflating fast. He ate his dinner, eyes flicking constantly to her. The grip he had on the spoon made his knuckles white.

‘Did we go near Prythian earlier?’

The fae’s whole body tensed. ‘Near the Spring Court border. Why?’

‘No reason.’

‘Nesta.’

‘I could feel that the world was different. My vision blurred towards the north.’ Cassian inclined his head for her to continue. ‘I could hear a sound like a whistle and my tongue tasted rusted metal.’

‘It’s the Wall. A magical barrier.’

Nesta had known it was magic. Some strange instinct had warned her that magic coursed through the land where they had set snares. It was likely an evolutionary response to faeries, she reassured herself.

‘And is it common for mortals sense it?’

Cassian regarded her carefully. ‘You are the only mortal I’ve been acquainted with since the war. Since it was built.’

For the last few hours, they stayed in relative silence. He asked if he could just be near her for a while. Her feelings had been hurt over the dinner; Nesta would have preferred if Cassian had been honest and said he didn’t like her cooking than to leave the room then force it down him. However, rather than wallow in disappointment, Nesta obliged his request. They lay together on the bed, memorising each other’s faces, the touch of their fingers, the curve of their lips.

For a long time, Cassian held onto her. His hand brushed in a repetitive motion against her hair as she rested her cheek against his chest. Each beat of his heart was a countdown to their parting. Each beat made her stomach tighten a little more and the dread built.

Eventually, a crisp knock sounded at the door.

Nesta smoothed down the bedsheets where they’d laid on top of them beside each other. In another life he could have been yours, she told herself.

Nesta turned once the door had opened. She looked at the man who would be taking Cassian away from her. His nostrils flared. His gaze darted between her and Cassian. Nesta spied the subtle shake of Cassian’s head.

‘I’ll let you two say goodbye.’ Rhysand’s voice was oddly strained.

'I need to go to Illyria. With you. And Az.'

The man nodded, eyes wary. Nesta heard the warning in Cassian's voice, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Cassian had planted his feet, wings spread in a stance that looked to Nesta like he was about to throw a punch. He did not settle until Rhys had closed the door and waited outside in the snow.

Nesta remained by the bed, threading her hand with the other. ‘Well, this is farewell. Try to resist being shot again. Not every female is kind enough to allow a strange faerie into her home.’

She thought he might laugh, might find some humour in their parting. Cassian’s eyes swam with tears and he held his arms open for her.

In a matter of seconds, Nesta had crossed the room and leapt into them. He hauled her against his chest and squeezed her so tightly, she let out a wheeze.

‘I miss you already,’ he murmured.

Nesta could not speak a single word. If she did, her voice would crack, giving away all of feelings she worked so hard to conceal from Cassian. Instead, she nuzzled her face into his neck.

‘Landing on your roof was the best thing that ever happened to me.’

The front door opened a couple of inches. ‘Cass, we need to go. Sorry. Mortals are on their way.’

Slowly, Cassian released Nesta back to the ground, but her arms did not relent from their grip around him.

‘It’s not fair,’ she managed, face buried into his chest.

‘If only you knew.’ Cassian took a deep breath in. He kissed her one last time, but Nesta could feel the effort on his part to break it off and pull away. The vein in his neck throbbed as he forced his feet to move towards the front door.

Perhaps his feelings were as raw as hers because when Cassian passed through the door, he did not look back.

#the exile and the injured #i'm sorry this is sad #nessian

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elijahrichardwrites · 2 years

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Find The Word Tag

I was tagged by both @marinesocks and @inkspellangel so to spare you all two posts, I'll be combining the two and doing 10 words total (;

My words were: MAY, SAVE, STRANGE, ANIMAL, & MANY (from Helena) and PEOPLE, KIND, HABITS, LESS, & DOWN (from Koumori)

cw: mentions of blood, mentions of violence

As always, it's all under the cut (;

MAY

“You know exactly what I mean, Evahalios. You too have turned away from your Father and have drowned yourself in sin. The angels may be blind to the color of the feathers that you hide, unable to ever believe their little brother would be capable of such things. However, I am here to inform you that I am well aware of your deeds.”

SAVE

She turned towards him, blood dripping onto her fair face, adding to the eeriness of her soft smile. Unable to do anything, terror taking over his heart, he burst into tears as he ran from her and the creature. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, echoed in his head, echoed against the walls of the street as he ran for his life, the image of her smile seared into his mind. He knew he couldn’t save her, but that didn’t stop him from choking on tears and guilt.

STRANGE

this is actually from a few paragraphs before the snippet for save

He could dismiss it, considering this world had a strange way of operating and just because the situation had come to this, didn’t mean it was dire yet. However, what confirmed the terror blossoming in his chest was the sound of liquids dripping from above. His heart pounded as he turned his head slowly, muscles stretched taut from fear.

ANIMAL

I couldn't find anything for this so my fun fact is: I used to make game machinima and a few of my WIPs actually stem from series I was planning to make for my youtube channel 💀

MANY

Is this really it? Crash thought as he lay in a puddle of rain mixed with his own blood. The falling drops from the sky stung the many wounds on his body, each pang of pain reminding him of the events that had previously unfolded. He was no better than Caesar, stabbed multiple times by those he thought he trusted.

PEOPLE

“Do you?” She turned, looking him directly in his eyes, her face changing as she spoke, “Do you regret it, O’ Great Hero? Do you regret slaughtering thousands of people? Bathing in their blood? To forever be cursed with the stench of death you will never be able to clean away?”

KIND

The sight before him seemed unaware of the intense gaze and continued to lie leisurely in the field of white trillium. He rested back on his arms, face turned towards the sky as if soaking up all the light he could. The Avilok user, Ayre thought, could almost pass as a handsome man. However, the past hadn’t been kind to him, scars stretching across his neck and jaw and a deep gash through his right eye forever etched into his pale skin.

HABITS

I couldn't find anything for this one either so here's another fun fact: My OC Orion actually started off as a dimension-jumper and his own story started when he got trapped in a dimension! How it evolved up to that point is even wilder but his story is much different from that. I just tend to think about his origins from time to time haha

LESS

“There is no need to be embarrassed. You have every right to eat as you do. You can not ask a starving man to slowly eat his food, can you?” Azura tilted her head as if waiting for an answer. Pluto nodded but he knew she couldn’t care less whether or not he had answered. Pluto went back to his food, slowing down and watching Azura as he ate. She stared for a moment longer before she became preoccupied with something else in their surroundings.

DOWN

a continuation of the snippet for many

The crunching of leather shoes against broken asphalt returned Crash to the reality before him. He was dying and now standing before him, water dripping from the brim of their hat as they stared down at his face, was none other than the one who had killed him time and time again. Crash wanted to scream, to curse, to cry. Whatever had he done to deserve a fate such as this?

I'll be tagging @thenightmarewrites, @fearofahumanplanet, @writingpotato07, @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, @worldstogetlostin (no pressure of course and this is open to anyone else who wants to do it!)

Your words are: ASSIGN, SIGH, HOLD, PREPARE, & RAIN

And of course, adding Helena's rule that if you can't find a world, feel free to share a fun fact about your writing!!

#tag games #find the word tag #also i think this is the first time people get to see pluto???#which is absolutely wild because he basically used to be mascot for me

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melonsfantasyworld · 1 year

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Escapism, Vol. 2 Parts 2 and 3

My Azris modern au, Escapism Vol. 2, is completed! Read here for the full thing. Part 2 is the emotional reconciliation of Part 1, and Part 3 is just gratuitous smut with my favorite OCs, Edan and Eydis. Below is a snippet of Part 2:

Laying on his side, Azriel knew he would eventually have to see Eris. But he was frozen in place, indecision and one of the worst hangovers of his life rendering him immobile. Eventually his bladder made the decision for him to move, and Azriel nearly crawls out of bed to the attached bathroom.

Finished, he feels only slightly better as he chugs the glass of water he just noticed sitting on the nightstand. Confident that he can fully stand up straight, Azriel heads out to the main room, throwing himself down on the couch and covering himself up with a blanket. A plate enters his field of vision, along with the most mouthwatering looking omelet he’s seen in weeks. He grabs it gratefully and starts filling his empty stomach, barely aware of the second glass of water and cup of coffee also set down next to him.

Eris sits on the other end of the couch, lifting Azriel’s feet and placing them on his lap. The red head watches him eat in silence, though there’s a faint amused grin creeping onto his face. Azriel pretends to ignore him for the moment, focusing on the heavenly food that’s slowly easing the ache in his stomach.

“When are you leaving?” Azriel winces at how rough his voice sounds. He keeps his eyes on his plate, unable to look at Eris, whose gently rubbing his feet.

“Hm?” Eris questions, pressing into Azriel’s sole slightly harder. He had the uncanny ability to find Azriel’s sore spots and beat them into submission.

“For work.” Azriel clarifies. He’s surprised Eris is not already in the office, considering he doesn’t take days off anymore with Feyre Archeron’s trial rapidly approaching.

“Oh. I called out yesterday. Might do stuff later here, but technically I’m off.” Eris’s tone is nonchalant, but Azriel still looks up in surprise. He knows how much this case means to Eris, and he knows how reluctant his boyfriend is to even call out sick on any given day.

“You don’t need to do that. I can take care of myself.” Azriel mutters. No matter how angry or upset he is, he doesn’t want to be the reason that Eris stops focusing on the case. He knows how important it is to both Eris personally and his professional career. If he wins, Eris’s life could change and he could be fast-tracked to becoming one of the most prominent lawyers in Velaris. If anything goes wrong because he felt a duty to take care of Azriel, Azriel would never be able to forgive himself.

“I’m sure you would have managed. But I wanted to be here, spend some time together.”

“The case is important. You don’t need to-”

“You’re important too, Azriel."

#azris #azriel x eris #eris vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #modern au #emotions #yay!#edan vanserra #edan x eydis #literally part 3 is self indulgent #fanfic #ao3

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fanficg12023 · 5 months

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The farm

G1 - Ana Beatriz e Diego Vidal

After working for 6 hours, Mollie finally got time to rest. She went to her little room, which was situated in the back of the farm, carrying all the sugar and ribbons she got from the humans for all the work she did. Mollie finally felt happy, after all those years working on Animal Farm. She had time to rest, didn’t work a lot, and still got her payment, which was mainly ribbons.

She had been working there for a few weeks. That day, while she was with one of the men, she saw the pigeons spying on her. Mollie knew they all were going to call her a traitor, but at least she had something to brag about and a better life than theirs.

Knowing about all of that, Mollie went to sleep peacefully.

The next day...

Mollie was working in the fields. Her main job was to transport Mr. Pilktongs’ garden stuff around the farm. She was admiring the landscape when, suddenly, she tripped on a rock and fell on top of one of her front paws.

She tried to stand up but couldn’t because of the pain, so Mollie decided to lie down and wait for someone to find her since she couldn’t go or take all the garden stuff that fell from the wain. She was laying there for fifteen minutes, still admiring the landscape but mourning from the pain, when Mollie heard steps on the grass behind the grass. When she looked back, a cow was standing right there in front of her, looking at her hurt paw. - Is everything okay? - the cow asked.

-No, I fell and hurt my paw while I was working. -

The cow took a look at the situation, and suddenly grabbed a little plant from the grass with her mouth and gave it to Mollie.

-What is this? - she asked, confused.

-It’s a plant that will relieve the pain. Just eat it and wait a few minutes and you’ll be able to walk again. -

Still a little suspicious, Mollie ate the plant, which tasted horrible and had a weird feeling in her mouth. After a few minutes, the pain from the bruise was relieved. Mollie got up with the cow’s help, picked up her stuff from the ground, and walked back with her new colleague. They presented themselves, and Mollie found out that the cow’s name was Cowena, she was an expert at botany since she used to see the gardener. Cowena worked with milk production on the farm but still had botany as her hidden hobby. When both of them were getting to their rooms, they planned to get lunch the next day.

In the morning, Mollie couldn`t work, as her paw was still hurt. At 1 p.m., she met Cowena in the back of the barn, which was the area the animals normally would eat. In the middle of their conversation, Mollie and Cowena started talking about some of the other animals on the farm.

-Do you know Diogo? - Cowena said.

-I think I’ve heard about him, isn’t he that lama? -

-Yes, but he is a little crazy in the head. Yesterday I was talking to him, and he started talking about some secret place underground on the farm where animals are killed! -

-But why would they do that? - Mollie asked.

-When the animals get old or there’s some sort of “defect” that makes them useless, they kill them and take their leather, wool, that kind of stuff. -

-But do you think that’s true? -

-Oh no, Diogo never says anything that makes sense. Last week he told the entire farm that the humans were going to start a war, which didn’t happen. - she laughed - He also said that I was going to be the next one to go for the "secret place". - both of them laughed.

Cowena checked the clock and saw that it was time for her to go back to work. They said goodbye and planned to meet at night to have dinner with some other animals on the farm.

Mollie spent the rest of her day in her room, resting because of the bruised paw. She planned to work for the next day, but when she was doing that, she heard two men talking about her, saying that the bruise was a little worse than they thought. Mollie didn’t care about it very much and took a nap until dinner time.

At sunset time, Mollie got out of her room to have dinner with the group. While she was walking to the barn, she noticed that the place was unusually empty for the time. When she got to the table, Cowena wasn’t there, just like two other animals that were going to have dinner with them.

-Where are they? - Mollie asked.

-We don’t actually know. We haven’t heard from them since lunch time ended. -

Mollie started to find that a little weird, but chose to ignore it. She went to wash her paws, when suddenly, she saw someone running into her direction. When the animal was closer, Mollie noticed that it was Diogo, the sheep her and Cowena were talking about earlier. He came to her, out of breath.

-What happened? - Mollie asked.

-THEY GOT HER! - He screamed.

-Who got what? - Mollie was confused

-COWENA, TWO MEN, I'M SURE IT WERE THEY! - Diogo was so anxious that he didn't even formulate his sentences.

Mollie remembered what Cowena said about Diogo, that he was crazy, but she was so curious that she decided to keep asking him and find out what he was so distressed about.

-Are you sure that two men got her? - Mollie asked curiously

-YES, I’M SURE! They took her to a kind of weird cellar near the forest, right behind the farm - Diogo took a breath and finally calmed himself down.

By that time a few animals passed by and heard their conversation, but none of them believed it since they were all already used to his crazy theories. But Mollie knew something was wrong with Cowena because it didn't make sense for her to be so late. So she decided to give it a shot.

-All right, I'm coming with you, but just to see if everything is okay with Cowena. If this is true, we need to be carefully. -

Diogo immediately started to run toward the direction of the forest. Molie tried to follow him, but with her injured leg it was very difficult. Diogo had disappeared from Mollie's sight, so she had to follow the path he had left in the muddy ground. Finally, Mollie found something that looked like the trapdoor to the cellar Diogo told her about, though he wasn’t there anymore. Mollie started to look around, trying to find him, but suddenly started to hear muffled voices of what sounded like two men inside:

-The cow is already old, she doesn't even produce enough milk, we can now sacrifice this one - one of them said without the slightest bit of weight on his conscience.

-Yes, do it. Also, did you saw that there is a horse on the farm that looks like she got hurt badly too? She didn't work today, I think it's difficult to her to go back to work properly, even if she recovers - the other said with the intention of taking the horse too.

-Oh I did saw her. Well, since the chief asked us to remove the animals that were no longer useful to him, and surely this injured horse won't do anything, we should just get rid of her. Besides we can sell its skin and keep the money for ourselves! -

Mollie, who had her face pressed against the trapdoor to hear what they were saying, jumped up in fright, and ran away as quickly as her paws allowed her, to hide behind some bushes. The trapdoor opened and two very tall and dangerous looking men came out. They didn't look very strong ,but one of them was carrying a knife, which he would probably use to slaughter the animals.

When the two of them started to walk on the way to the barn, Mollie knew she was the one they were looking for. The mare couldn’t believe that the crazy Llama was actually right. But Diogo had disappeared. Mollie quickly looked for him in the surroundings, but there was no sign of Diogo. She then tried to break in the basement, but unluckily the material of the trapdoor was too strong, and she couldn’t use her paws to open the lock or break it, since it was also strong. The only thing she knew was that the men could return at any time after they realized they lost Mollie, so she needed to be quick.

But all of sudden, she heard a noise coming from the tree above her. When she looked up, she jumped in fright .

-Oh, hey Mollie! Look at the place I found to hide! - Diogo said, ignoring Mollie’s surprised expression - I saw you trying to break this, but you won’t be able to do that. Step aside and leave it to me! - Diogo said, climbing into another tree, which was right above the trapdoor.

-But Diogo, how did you get there?? Don't you dare jum…-

Diogo started to say something, but lost balance and fell from the tree into the trapdoor, breaking it into two different pieces. He got up immediately, as if nothing had happened.

-Oh my god, are you ok??? - Mollie asked, worried.

-What are you talking about? I planned that, it's fine. -

Ignoring what happened and going into the cellar, Mollie tried to focus on saving her friend Cowena. The two animals went down a ramp to a dark room, with animal heads on the wall, animal skin rugs everywhere, low lighting and, at the end of the corridor, Cowena, which was passed out in a table, held only by two ropes that tied one of its front paws and one of its back paws.

When Mollie went there, trying to find out what to do, Diogo spitef in the cow's face, which quickly woke her up. Quickly, Mollie started to bite the rope to free Cowena.

-MOLLIE, DIOGO WAS RIGHT! They actually got me right before lunch. They screamed, said that I was no longer useful, and that they were going to kill me, actually kill me? - Cowena looked at Diogo

He didn't even answer because he was too distracted playing target shooting game with some lit candles around the room.

-I cannot believe THIS is the animal who found out about this whole scheme and brought is here.- Mollie asked indignantly but with a slight laugh on her face.

-Anyway, - Cowena said - we need to get out of here as quickly as possible, the two of them could appear at any time.

As soon as the trio puts their paws out, one of the men shouts:

-The mare is there! It is running away with our cow! GO AND GET THEM! -

At that time, the two men ran towards the animals. The one with the knife went straight to attack, but as soon as he reached a considerable distance from the animals, the llama spit him straight in the eyes, which made him drop the knife from the pain. When they noticed that, Mollie and Cowena attacked the man again, still stunned and with blurred vision. Meanwhile, Diogo was in the background, shouting something that none of the animals could understand, but for some reason really scared the man behind, and at the same time was seeing his partner being attacked by two animals. All of this scared him a lot, so he ran as fast as he could.

-I think this guy on the floor can't do anything anymore - Cowena says seeing the man passed out on the floor.

Right after she said that, a red light and a very loud alarm started shouting through the entire secret place, and probably in the farm too.

-It’s the apocalypse! - Diogo yelled, and started running and screaming across the room.

-Of course not. It’s an alarm that probably warns humans that we are here. - Mollie said.

-So what are we waiting for? We have to escape! -

When the trio was going to do that, Mollie looked back and saw a bunch of other animals stuck in cages, who would most probably be killed.

-We need to freedom them all. - Mollie said.

They did that quickly, with Diogo being able to break the locks. At the exact same time the animals left all at once, running for their lives, the humans started to go into the place, but fortunately, they weren’t as strong as all of them, so most got ran over. The left men tried to chase the animals, but failed.

All the animals escaped from the farm. Some of them had a little bit more difficulty because of their conditions, but the adrenaline was so strong that they couldn’t care less for the pain. So all of them just ran to nowhere.

While she was running, Mollie was so mad. Not only because of the conditions they all were put through, but also because she couldn’t believe how foolish she was to believe that the humans accepted her, that she could someday be even one of them, and how she actually abandoned her old farm to work for those, just for the ribbons and sugar.

After a few minutes, when the sun was finally starting to rise, the animals found the most beautiful place they had ever seen: a little valley of mountains, with the greenest grass, flowers, tree, river, and other animals, some they had never seen before. And no one was working, just living calmly. So they decided that that was going to be their new home, far away from humans, and peacefully.

While all the animals toured throughout the place, meeting the new animals, the first thing Mollie did was go by a river, take out the ribbons that was on her back, and throw all of it in the water, hoping the flow would take away her past and bring a new future.

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saratogaroadwrites · 9 months

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For King and Country (12/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount: 280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

The weeks while Evan was away passed slowly. Left with little to do but keep the steadily working Pirates in line, Aranella struggled not to give in to the curse slowly eating away at her. With each passing day it crawled up her leg, a little more with each sunrise. The pain of it kept her up late into the night, stealing her sleep more and more with each passing sunset. The pirates must have realized something was wrong because she woke one morning, her cursed leg dragging, to find that someone had left a much more usable crutch at the entrance to her tent.

After that, she could no longer deny it even to herself: they were decent people when one got down to it. She could never—would never—get behind their methods, nor could she ever truly forget or forgive what they had tried to do to Evan, but…at the end of the day, they were just people. And people did whatever they needed to do to survive in this world, no matter how desperate and deplorable it seemed.

This was a world where war and strife had taken hold and refused to let go. They could try to fend it off, build fences and till fields, clear the land for proper houses and a castle surrounded by the river’s natural protection, but no amount of beautiful sunrises and clear spring days could do away with the looming pall of death around every corner. It was after her, too, and more than one night she found herself laying awake, counting the throbs in her thigh and staring at nothing as her mind whirled over and over around the same question. What would happen to Evan, she kept wondering, if she died so suddenly? He had already lost his birth parents and she was all he had left. He was all she had. The idea of leaving him bereft of all family put more ice in her veins than this curse ever could have. He would be entirely alone if she died, and that was just a terrifying thought.

Except…he wouldn’t be, would he? Roland would be there. He had proven himself to be a trustworthy man, even over the short time that Aranella had known him, and was nearly as protective of Evan as she was. If she died, he would be there. He had given her his word.

She wanted to trust that he'd keep it, but she knew better than to assume that would be the case. King Leonhard had promised he would survive, and yet here they were. Bereft of family, home, and any sense of safety. She knew better than to just assume that giving someone your word meant you would keep it, but Roland…there was just something about him. Something she couldn’t place, even as it almost seemed to make her want to trust him. She wondered, one balmy morning, if he was who Evan would become as he grew. Quiet, sure of himself, and able to step into a leadership role. He could do much worse than someone like that to emulate.

He could emulate Batu! She snorted at the thought. Evan would sooner eat his own tail than become so…loud. He was a cheerful boy, yes, but there was that and then there was. Batu. She shook her head.

“Miss Aranella!”

Speak of the devil. Two weeks to the day after they had left and here they were. Aranella turned, only for her stomach to drop into her ankles as she caught sight of Evan’s livid face. His teeth were bared in a snarl and his cheeks were streaked with mud. The others, walking in behind him, looked no happier. Each of them were littered with mud and grass stains; even Lofty, watching her with a serious expression, was utterly filthy. How in the world had that happened?

“What happened?” She asked, searching their faces. Roland looked ready to yell someone upside down and sideways, but Evan…she hadn’t seen him this wordlessly furious in years. He hissed loudly, throwing his hands up and burrowing into her shoulder as if to hide from the world. His shoulders were trembling, and though she wrapped her free arm around his back she didn’t try to get an answer from him. She looked to Roland instead. “Did Niall not want to trade?”

“Niall wasn’t the problem.” Roland said with a shake of his head. There were leaves caught in his hair, but he didn’t try to pick them loose. He raised one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Not in that way, at least. It turns out he gambled away the deed to the Forest.”

Aranella blinked. “What.”

“Just as it sounds, Miss,” Batu said, arms crossed over his barrel chest. “He offered it in a round of dice at Goldpaw and lost the bloomin’ thing just like that. He was fine with us takin’ what we need…if the woods was still his, ye see.”

“I…see.” Aranella said. Evan growled, tail lashing violently back and forth. She could just barely feel the beginnings of a yowl in his vibrating throat. It seemed he was beyond the end of his rope. She tightened her grip on him, swallowing hard around a dry mouth as she shook her head. “That complicates matters.”

“That’s a funny way of putting it,” Tani grumbled, redoing her braids while she stood there. “Now we have to go all the way to Goldpaw and try to get the thing back just to get wood.” She looked up at Aranella and gave her a fleeting smile. “But we figured we’d come back and get you first. May as well hit two birds with one stone, yeah?”

It wasn’t an unsound idea, but…She glanced down at her leg. Could she make the journey? Hobbling around camp was one thing since it wasn’t very big, but to make the trek to Goldpaw…would she even last that long? The curse was still spreading, still throbbing in tune with her heartbeat. She certainly couldn’t fight like this! She opened her mouth to say as much, but then looked down at Evan. She couldn’t put him through watching her die, nor could she expect him to let her go without a fight.

She didn’t want to leave him without a fight. She wanted to see him grow up, build this kingdom up into a wonderful place, become the true king she knew he could be, not to mention all the milestones that came with a full, happy life! Laying down to die because she wasn’t sure she could make the journey? What was she thinking? She shook her head to do away with the idea of staying here. She would die if she stayed here any longer.

“Of course,” She said, meeting Evan’s eyes as he pulled away. He looked at her for a long moment, searching her face. She tried to smile at him reassuringly, but it felt too tight. It was clear he didn’t buy it. He hadn’t bought his father’s final promises, either. “Just let me gather my things and we’ll be off.” She glanced up at the travelworn group. “Unless you want to take a nights rest?”

“I don’t think Evan would let us,” Roland said with a mirthless chuckle. Evan turned and hissed furiously, ears folded flat along his skull. Growling low under his breath he pulled away from Aranella and stalked back out of camp. With the air of someone used to preteen tantrums, Roland rolled his eyes and headed after the boy, not so close as to stifle but not so far as to be out of reach if he needed help. In spite of the curse, warmth uncurled in her chest. Maybe it was too soon to make this judgment, but it was still a relief to know that Evan would be looked after.

“Give me a moment,” She said to Tani and Batu, “I won’t be long.”

She could feel them watching her as she hobbled away towards the over-large tent, and she bit her lip to keep silent. The past week had seen progress made in the camp as to clearing land for structures and following Evan’s plans for what would go where, but the tents were still set away from the majority of the noise. Only once she was inside did she allow herself to slump. In truth, she had everything she needed in her arms band still set on her wrist. She had just needed a moment, a simple chance to catch her breath and take it easy for just a little while longer.

Life didn’t seem to be in any hurry to give her easy.

“It’s gotten worse, eh?” Lofty’s sudden quiet voice startled her into turning too quickly to manage. With a breathless grunt she fell onto her hind end, blinking at the oddly serious Kingmaker. In the dim sunlight filtering through the canvas of the tent he seemed to glow, a light held in one hand. “I could feel that curse all the way from the river.”

Aranella looked at her leg, the mark writhing and twisting in response to Lofty’s light. But where she’d have expected more pain, the light seemed to almost behave like Martha’s herbs and numb it away even further. Still, she nodded.

“It’s spreading too quickly,” She said quietly, long past the point of denying it. “I’m not sure I can make it to Goldpaw.”

“Well Evan needs you to,” Lofty said as he walked closer. The light in his hand grew brighter. “So hold still and let me see if I can do a thing about this blasted Darkness.”

Without warning or fanfare, he pressed his hand to her leg. The curse jerked and seized beneath the light, fading slightly from view and taking some of the pain with it. Hope blossoming in her chest, Aranella sat up straight.

“Can you undo it?”

“Pfft!” Lofty snorted, “Do I look like a healer to you, mun? I can keep it at bay for a bit, but undoin’ a curse like this takes skill and practice! I en’t got that!” He shook his head, his whole body really, then sighed. “Best I can do is buy you time and make it hurt less.”

Aranella couldn’t help it: she laughed. It was a raw, tired sound even to her ears, but it was the first time she’d laughed in weeks.

“Not so all-knowing and all-powerful, are you?” She asked him with a half-smile. “Are you sure you’re a Kingmaker, Lofty? Or are you just pulling our legs?” She shook her bad leg at him, grimacing as she quickly regretted the motion. He snorted, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

“I’ll show you pullin’ legs, you cheeky blighter!” Lofty shook a fist at her, but he was smiling anyway. The smile dropped as his light faded. “…You know you en’t got long, right? Curses like this…they ‘en’t nice to anyone.”

“I know.” She bent her leg, fingers tracing the slightly shrunken down marks. True to Lofty’s word it hurt less now, and she was able to struggle back to her feet. “But whatever time I have left is time I intend to spend fighting. I won’t just lie down and die.”

Lofty stared at her with a serious expression for a long moment, but then slowly, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Keep that up, sunshine,” He said, “And you just might make it!”

It was with that thought, that tiny spark of hope, that Aranella left her tent and joined the others. For the next two weeks their group of six marched through the open plains of the Heartlands and into the woods of the Calmlands. The late spring weather made travel simple enough, and with the aid of Tani and Batu even the fights were simpler. The monsters that practically over-ran the countryside nowadays were aggressive and dangerous, but theirs was a competent little group.

It was with no small amount of pride that she watched Evan come into his own. She watched as, with a little help from Roland’s tactical mindset and Batu’s combat experience, he was able to slowly step into the role of a battlefield leader. Though he was the youngest of their group—Tani had been born four months prior to Evan, she told Aranella when they’d stopped for a night—none babied him. He blossomed under their tutelage, and Aranella was glad to see it.

If only they could stay like this forever, some small part of her thought, with Evan this happy and trusted friends around them.

But nothing, not even goodness, lasted forever.

As they drew closer to Goldpaw, things began to change. The monsters became more aggressive, more liable to charge the little party, and Aranella’s curse took on a mind of its own. She could only be grateful that her dress hid the majority of it, but waking one night to find her entire side in agony had nearly shaken the life from her bones. She had laid awake the rest of that night, counting the breaths of her companions. Evan lay curled between her and Roland, his head on her shoulder. He was still so young…the thought of him waking one morning to find her gone was terrifying, even knowing that Roland would be there for him.

Terrifying as it was, that thought was quickly becoming a reality. Lofty’s light forced the curse back less and less the closer they got to Goldpaw, lasting less and less time between the times he had to use it, until the day they were likely to arrive he’d thrown his hands up and stuffed her full of numbing Light magic.

“If you believe in any higher power, mun,” he’d said with an oddly stern look, “Now’s the time to start prayin’.”

He had no way of knowing it had been a long time since Aranella had prayed. There was likely no longer anyone willing to listen to her, but she still wasn’t willing to give up without a fight. Even if she could no longer help in the physical fighting, now relying on Roland to help her walk, she wasn’t just going to quit.

Not with Goldpaw so close.

Leaning on Roland’s arm as they made their final push to the glimmering city, she felt him tense. Lofty’s magic had removed the pain from her curse, but not the effect it was having on her body. She could barely hear anything through the pounding of blood in her ears, and turning to look at him made the world spin alarmingly. Not even that spin could take away the paleness to his face, or how tightly he held his jaw.

“Roland,” She said softly, “Are you alright?”

He looked sidelong at her and tried to smile. It came off as more of a grimace as he asked, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” It was a rhetorical question and they both knew that. He set his eyes forward. “I’m fine. It’s just a headache.”

She could relate. The mark of the curse didn’t ache any longer, but there was a dull headache at the base of her skull that grew with each step. By the time they reached the gate it felt as it someone had taken her head into their hands and was squeezing with all their strength. The bright lights and vibrant colors of the city only made it worse, and she squeezed her eyes shut against it all. It didn’t help; there were a thousand things still going on at once. Vendors hawking their wares, citizens crying out greetings or shouting conversations, the smell of a hundred different kinds of food and drink. It was all too much! She whimpered quietly, stomach flipping as she tried desperately to not be sick.

“Stay with us,” Roland said quietly, his hand on her arm. “We’re almost there.”

It took all the strength she had just to nod. Trusting him to keep her upright she shivered. Her heart was racing, pounding, thundering blood in her ears. Despite the relatively warm air she was shivering, her entire body wracked with a chill that wouldn’t fade. She could no longer feel her side and even her good leg was dragging, forcing her to hold tight to Roland or fall. She could no longer hear Evan’s laughter and forced herself to open her eyes. Squinting against the lights that made her eyes water, she sought him out.

She hadn’t seen him this happy in weeks. He and Tani had run on ahead, painted in so many colors by the hanging lanterns and magical signs of the buildings all around them. Like the innocent children they were, their faces were broken by wide, easy smiles. Batu trailed after them with a booming laugh, and Evan disappeared from her sight.

Aranella struggled to draw breath. It caught in her throat, a hitch and stutter that drew Roland’s attention. He said something to her, but she couldn’t hear him. Up ahead, Batu chased after his daughter. Evan was half turned now, that same smile on his face even as he turned back towards Aranella and Roland. Lofty was at his side.

Please, she pleaded to anyone and anything that would listen, Let him stay that happy.

As if the thought alone had been her calling to him, he looked to her. His smile dropping away was the last thing she saw before she was plunged into darkness.

“Nella!”

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surveysand · 10 months

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twenty.

What kind of movies are you drawn to? documentaries. i don't really watch movies much otherwise. How often do you update your Facebook status? never. What would you like best about living in New York City? public transportation and so many new restaurants to try. also, it seems like exclusive events a lot of artists do tend to be in nyc or la, so those would be cool to attend. What’s the main reason why you use a laptop/pc? it's much easier to use than a phone, especially if needed for school/work things. my old laptop broke for a few days at one point during my junior year and trying to write an essay on my phone was one of the worst things i've ever had to do. What do you think the world needs more of? basic human decency.

What type of pet would you like to have? i would love another dog, but i know that it's not the best move for me financially. How do you feel about mornings? i'm am not a morning person, lol. What breakfast are you most likely to have? a bagel or breakfast sandwich with orange juice or an iced coffee to drink. What type of day do you like more? one where i can just relax and don't have to worry about anything. Your social life is: not that active, but more normal than not. What career field could you see yourself in? research, clinical positions, etc. When you’re starting to feel sick, you: take medicine and lay down. Which city would you rather relax in? the one i live in currently. What would you enjoy most about being a vampire? being able to avoid light. What colors are you most drawn to? muted tones. What flavor ice cream would you prefer? cookie dough. You rather have lunch at: a mexican place, preferably a local family-owned restaurant. Your oldest friend would describe you as: many things, but i think she would talk about how similar we are to each other and how our "no bullshit" attitudes are what have kept us friends for so long. You are attracted to homes that are: cozy and individual. What deadly sin are you most likely to commit? sloth. What section do you drift toward at bookstores? i really don't know, i haven't been in a bookstore in so long. i usually peruse the whole store. Are you a thinker or a feeler? thinker. Would you rather go to a festival or a book reading? festival. Are you more into drama or comedy? drama. Do you prefer to lounge in a hot tub or swim in a pool? lounge in a hot tub. Can you roll your tongue? yes. You are more likely to stop wearing something because? it doesn't fit well or i don't have anything to wear it with. Have you ever smoked pot? yes. Do you speak a second language? no. How many books do you have out in the public areas of your house? a few. What three words best describe you? funny, accepting, and passionate. What two elements are you most comfortable with? earth and air. Your relationships tend to be: coveted. Who makes a better burger, in your opinion? out of, like, chain restaurants, shake shack is my favorite. it's too bad it's so expensive. Where would you most like to spend Christmas vacation? i'd love to go to maine or somewhere further north. i am not someone who wants to get away from the snow. For you, snow means: winter! my favorite time of the year. What do you like best about the holidays? time off work/school, being able to see those close to me who i maybe haven't seen in a while otherwise, and being able to eat some amazing home-cooked food. You think your eyes convey: anger. Besides screaming for ice cream, what else do you scream for? many things, i'm a loud person, lol. Favorite summer scent? coconut. basically all of my shower products are coconut-scented. Do you listen to Billy Ray Cyrus? no. Do you know how to shoot a shotgun? no. Do you like fried chicken? yes, but i prefer grilled.

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elflock-magician · 11 months

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"The Reunion - Chapter One"

Summary - It's been a long time. Suffering is overrun and gluttony thrives well. But, on one night. It's time for a reunion between the heroines, the villains, and the hungry. And this reunion, will be the true end to the nightmare. Six, the Runaway Kid, Mono, the Students, the Gnomes, and The Lady of The Maw, must work together to finally put an end to the endless cycle of suffering.

"Chapter One - Grease for Blood"

The Maw, was for once, completely quiet. Silent, even. It rocked back and forth on the waves. The only sounds that could be heard were distant echos.

Six had left, leaving nothing but a sea of broken necks behind her. Lifeless corpses and a field of rotting souls.

The boat had reached the dock, but nobody who wasn't dead dared to move. Six left the Maw, and disappeared into the sunlight. The boat drifted off, back onto the sea. Being at sea was far better than being on the land, where everyone was driven mad and misshapen beyond repair. The Maw was a pleasure cruise, for the wealthy residence of the world to shamelessly eat children and greasy meat alike. The Lady of The Maw was still alive. She was pained, gnawed alive, bloodied and now powerless, but she was alive. She had survived, now holding nothing but a fraction of what power she held before.

She laid in the center of the room, surrounded by mannequins. The flesh and bone of her face was exposed, the blood pooling into a warm pile beneath her. Her mask sat across the room. It was face up, staring at The Lady, as if judging her. Everything hurt. There was a strong ringing in her ear that prevented her from thinking. Was this going to be it? Dying a weak and pitiful death at the hands of a child in a raincoat? It pained The Lady's pride to think that, but she believed it might be true. With her power drained, she could hardly bring herself to her feet. She could only lay, crying to herself in pain as blood welcomed itself to stain her dress and the floor beneath her.

The Lady's heart dropped and fear choked her as she heard small footsteps. Had Six come back for more? To finish her off? These footsteps were quiet, quick, and nimble, even.

The gnomes.

A small gnome scurried over to her. The Lady, if not distracted by the intense pain, would think the Gnome was there to mock or taunt her. It would serve her right. She took away the life of this child, reducing them to nothing but the gnome before her. Taking away their hopes and dreams. The Lady could hardly see, as one of her eyes had been taken out by Six, eaten and destroyed, with no chance of repair. Blood seeping from her head into her other eye blinded her in the other side, leaving her to see nothing but red. At this point, she should have been dead. But she wasn't. Thanks to the gnomes. The gnome scurried across the room. It picked up her white mask. They pulled it towards The Lady. Another Gnome soon revealed themselves. Hesitantly, they scurried over with nimble footsteps to help the other Gnome carry the white mask. Together, the two Gnomes carried the mask to the Lady. The Lady slightly lifted her head, a pained groan as more aches and pains flooded her senses. The two Gnomes held out the mask to her, gesturing for her to take it. But she just didn't have the strength. But suddenly, another Gnome appeared. They waddled towards The Lady, pushing against her shoulders to try and help her to her knees. The other two Gnomes dropped the mask, and also started helping The Lady rise from her state of pathetic being.

With the help of the Gnomes, The Lady was able to sit up onto her knees. She was breathing heavily, but she soon gained her composure. She reached out forward and took the mask, putting it back onto her face. It covered the wound, but the blood still bled onto her dress and onto the mask itself. "Thank...you." She muttered to the Gnomes, as relief washed over her. But the Gnomes grabbed her hands, pulling her towards something. The Lady recoiled, pulling her hand back from the Gnomes. She staggered, but she got herself to her feet. The Gnomes were now pulling at the bottom of her dress. The Lady was graceful, faithful, and a person of honor. She kept her word. The Gnomes had helped her, despite how much she had wronged them. They wanted something in return. She took a step forward. She put her hand out, gesturing lightly for the Gnomes to lead her by her hand. The Lady was not a merciful woman, but she owed the Gnomes at least a favor. They lead The Lady to the elevator, where the Gnomes climbed on top of each other to try and hit the button. But ultimately, The Lady ended up just pressing the button for them. They pulled her to a small room. There The Lady saw witness to another victim of Six. A small Gnome, gnawed and crunched beyond recognition. The Gnomes gestured and pointed to the fallen Gnome, as if asking for her to help them.

The Gnome was laying dead, next to a sausage. The Lady didn't have mercy or empathy. But she had honor and respect. And because of that, she scraped the Gnome off of the ground, careful to not break the little one in two on accident. The Gnome was still heavily breathing, still alive and kicking. They twitched in The Lady's hands with fear. The Lady still had a fraction of what power she had once had. If she could take the youth from a child's soul then she could return their sweet innocence and peace.

She muttered a few words. A poem of sorts. Or maybe an enchantment. Or maybe just a few words of frustration for why she was out here, reviving a Gnome, when her face was currently bleeding. But, she found herself helping the Gnome.

The Lady's power could never heal. Only take. And only give. Take a child's youth, as she did to all the children. And give… As returning what was once lost. The Gnome lit up into flames, incinerating their shell as they slowly returned to their first form. The Lady breathed out heavily. Without her total magic, it took a lot more energy to do this than normal. Not that she had ever reversed the effects of taking the youth of a child.

The group of Gnomes saw the Gnome burst into flames like a torch and assumed the worst, all of them scurrying into random directions. But the flames soon quieted themselves, the ashes falling from the Gnomes skin. Revealing a child. The Lady recognized the child. The child was still breathing. After the reversal, and Six's assault, the child got off pretty easily, only suffering a few wounds and maybe a few long-lasting scars.

This child was the one that had seen her real face. The face she was meant to have. The child trembled in fear and probably pain, after everything they have been through. The Lady had once remembered that she had wanted a child. She wanted to love a child like a mother would. But she liked staying young more than being a mother. So she gave up that dream after...it happened. And yet, for some reason, unbeknownst to The Lady herself, she was carrying the small child in her hands.

She wasn't supposed to be merciful. And she never was. But she felt compelled to save the child. Maybe it was the sense of morals she once had? Maybe losing her power made room for her morals. Maybe that power she had was corruption… And what would that corruption do to Six? Well, The Lady had already seen how it had corrupted Six, as she killed half the residents of the Maw. But that brought the question back to why. Why was she helping this child? She didn't know. But, she stared down at the child as the elevator went back up to her quarters. The door opened, and she stepped out. She placed the small child, the Runaway Kid, onto her pillow that sat at the head of the bed. She sat down at her vanity, and removed her bloodied mask. Half of her face was gone, from her right eye to half of her lip. Her face was mangled beyond recognition.

She carefully tended to her own wound as the salty tears tipped from her eyes. But finally, after a few moments of staring at herself in the mirror, with crusty and rigid bandages across her face, she put her white mask back on. Though now it was cracked along the eye.

She looked back to the child sleeping in her bed. She sat down at the foot of the bed. The Runaway Kid slowly awoke. His eyes were soft in the bright lighting of the room. He shivered a little before leaning forward. When he first awoke, he had thought that he had finally awoken from his nightmare, but after seeing his surroundings, he knew the nightmare was as real as he was. He felt his skin, dragging his hands along the skin of his arms. He was a human again.

He looked around. He had remembered what Six had done to him. And what The Lady had done to him. And yet there she was, sitting beside him, on her bed. "Hello..?" He called out. His voice was soft, but tender from not speaking for so long. The Lady slowly turned to look at him. He couldn't run away again, even if he wanted to. His legs were to weak from the aftermath of the transformation. "Hello." She replied, her voice was graceful and smooth. There was a long silence. "Why did you...save me?" The Runaway Kid asked slowly, his words uneasy. "I was fulfilling a favor." She replied swiftly, playing it off like she really couldn't care less. "Thank you." He said quietly. He gazed around the room. From her face, to his own hands. "What...happened here?"

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