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nevermore…
chapter 1: dancing around
pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader
summary: reader has newfound abilities with her mind and is continuing to uncover new powers as her parents ship her off to nevermore out of fear and disgust. xavier helps reader during their time at nevermore.
warnings: readers mom is terrible, panic attack, i don’t think there’s anything else but please let me know if you find anything that may need to be warned about!
a/n: this is the first chapter in a series i’m starting
chapter 2 here
“i don’t want to go,” you cried as your mother continued to pack your bags. “i don’t need to go! i can be normal, i can make it-“
“no!” she zipped up your bag as you angrily wiped your eyes. “you can’t control it,” she shoved her finger in your face. “you throw things around my house while eating, you start floating when you’re in class, you’re not normal! until you learn to control this you’re not my daughter either.”
“you don’t… you don’t mean that,” you held onto the hand that was waving in your face. “i-im still your daughter. im still the same old y/n that you love.”
she scoffed in disgust as she ripped her hand away from your grip, wiping it on her clothes, “no. you’re an abomination. you’re a freak,” she snarled. “no child of mine is a freak.”
that was the last time you spoke to your mother. now, here you are on a train to the nevermore boarding school. she had heard from it while on some lame business trip, picked up a pamphlet and everything. now you were questioning the fact that she ever had a business trip in the first place.
clearly she was just scoping out the place. maybe that meant she cared enough to ensure the school was right for you, or maybe she simply had to talk to someone to make sure they could handle her problem child.
when the train screeched to a stop, you held onto your bags tightly as you began to stroll off the vehicle your mother forced you onto. eventually, you might be able to ignore the sting that’s pierced your heart due to your parent stabbing it.
she was scared of you.
you never hurt her, yet she was frightened. the thought of your powers escalating and you being more powerful terrified her to no extent.
it started with you accidentally spilling drinks. you would simply be talking with your hands and suddenly a drunk across the counter would spill in the direction you were motioning. your mother picked up on it almost immediately, making you clean it up and forcing you to claps your hands neatly in your lap every time you were to talk.
then you had began to read her thoughts. you would hear the sarcasm in her head as she said i love you. the attitude that would reverberate every single time you apologized for your powers glitching out.
when you started floating, which was really just glorified floating, she was at her wits’ end. it wasn’t but two days later when she shoved you on that train and sent you off.
“welcome to nevermore, y/n y/l/n,” principal weems announced happily, her arms opening in a grand way. “let me show you to your dorm,”
“will,” you sighed, trying to push down the rising frustration and anger. “will this school help me learn to control it? the mind stuff?”
“darling,” principal weems reached to grasp your hand, stroking it gently with her thumb. “this school is the best place for you to not only learn to appreciate and use your powers, but also for you to feel welcomed and not alone.”
“thank you,” you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. “i hope that’s all true.”
“now,” principal weems began to explain as she walked you towards your dorm. “your roommate is a vampire, yoko. she’s truly one of the sweetest students we’ve had grace the halls of nevermore. you’ve nothing to worry about. she’ll be able to give you a tour of campus and explain everything to you. i also need to meet with you at 2 pm about extracurricular activities.”
weems knocked quietly before opening the door, revealing the room to the both of you. “hi,” you meekly spoke. “i’m-“
“y/n,” she nodded as she got up and greeted you with a hug. “welcome to nevermore,” she gave you a sweet smile, genuine even. “it’s odd that you’ve come mid-semester since that doesn’t normally happen, but i see they’ve made a proper exception!”
you looked up towards the principal, wanting some answers. “well, your mother made it seem as though this was urgent, and i happen to agree,” she explained.
“my mother doesn’t care about what happens to me,” you muttered as your gaze hit the old wooden floors. splinters we’re peaking out of nearly every board, you made a note to make sure to wear shoes at all times.
“well,” weems began to speak. “i suppose i’ll leave you two to it! be sure to give her the tour, and y/n, your things are being brought up as we speak.”
“this is the quad,” she spoke as you both walked slow to give you time to observe everything. “and, of course, like any other school, this one also has those very same cliques,” she began pointing to tables that were gathered together talking. “they have these specific ‘names’ but it’s kinda stupid. these are the vamps, my crew,” she gave them a wave as she continued to walk with you. “these are the werewolves, the sirens, and i must give you a special note of bianca, the resident queen of nevermore, and of course the gorgons.”
“seems simple enough,” you took a deep breath as you saw one person estranged from everyone else, painting the wall. “who’s he?”
god, these dreams just keep getting worse. i mean first this weird creature and now i’m seeing some girl? it just doesn’t make sense.
“hey,” yoko squeezed your shoulder. “what was that? you just zoned out.”
“oh um…” you furrowed your brows while trying to explain. “i have these mind ability things, but i have no control over them. i can move things with my mind, read minds, and apparently levitate? it’s weird,” you rolled your eyes as your gaze fixed on the same boy, finding that his met yours. when they did they widened with surprise.
her. why… she’s here?
“who-who is he?” you nodded your head towards him. he began to stare at you, a smile gracing his face. you simply turned your head the other way.
“that is xavier thorpe,” her arm was now redting over your shoulders. “he’s our resident tortured artist, really talented, kind of a loner.”
“hm,” you nodded as you looked back at him. your eyes met once more before he smiled and quickly looked back towards the mural he was painting.
“and that’s basically everything,” she shrugged. “wanna sit with me and the vamps? you don’t have to, but you’re more than welcome.”
“i’m good, i think i’m just gonna familiarize myself with the place, walk around a bit,” you began to walk away as she nodded.
you were simply wandering around. the school is extremely old, surely there are some little secrets about the place you’d be able to uncover. the library seemed normal enough, recently built. the floors weren’t splintering like the ones in your room. each book was dust free, the emblems were polished, clearly no secrets hidden away in the room.
making your way outside, you had stumbled upon an old, run-down shed. vibes were growing in the sides of the building, surely on the inside as well. you opened the freely doors to see the building was overgrown with plants and vines from outside. it was promising. the structure was sturdy and rather beautiful.
after checking the time on your phone, you realized it was 1:50. you rushed into principal weems office before it was even 1:59, you enjoyed being punctual.
“principal weems,” you nodded as you entered her office.
“y/n!” she stood and gestured for you to take a seat. “now, what kind of activities are you interested in? i have a list of extracurricular activities that you may be interested in if you’d like to take a look.”
the list was long, very long. there was poetry, dancing, fencing, orchestra, choir, potions, boating, beekeeping, and so much more.
“i’ve heard that your mother was always an excellent dancer,” weems mused, trying to encourage you.
“i guess,” you nodded. “i guess i can do that one.”
“oh, that sounds lovely!” she nodded as she wrote something down. “now there’s an even number for pairs.”
“i do have a question…” you began. “i found this old shed on campus. it’s run down but i was wondering if i could work on it? in my free time?”
“well, i think that’d be lovely,” she nodded. “we have gardening tools you can grab from ms. thornhill.”
once you found a garden hoe and shovel. you started at the roots of the vines, tearing them from the ground and tossing them outside.
from books to jewelry, you had always loved restoring things. it was so easy to see the beauty in things that were new, but you were able to see the beauty in even the things that were old or damaged.
it only took you three hours to clear out all of the greenery. you figured that was good enough until you got more supplies.
after closing the door, your head towards the ground, you bumped into someone.
“woah, sorry,” the voice had apologized. you looked up at the voice, seeing xavier thorpe, holding your shoulders so you remained steady. “hi,” he had a beautiful smile.
“sorry,” you looked back down. “i was just leaving,” you began to walk away from the boy.
“i’m xavier!” he called out, you stopped in your tracks. “xavier thorpe,” you turned to face him.
“i know,” you nodded before continuing to walk away, back towards your dorm.
i need to know her.
you turned to see his eyes trailing you, his face in deep thought.
there’s no reason you can think of as to why he’d be so caught up on you, if it was even you he’s thinking about.
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“alright class!” the dance teacher began to speak. “pair up with one another, we’ll be doing a classic waltz.”
you stood there, waiting for some leftovers to pair up with. you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, especially since you’re new.
“hey,” xavier appeared in front of you with a smile so beautiful it was torture.
“xavier,” you nodded, pressing your lips together as you waited for him to do whatever it is that he wanted.
“do you have a partner yet, mystery girl?”
“well, no,” you shook your head. “i don’t think the new girl is ever the first person to have a partner, xavier.”
“y’know i don’t think it’s very fair that i still don’t know your name,” he held his hand out for you to grab, you rested it on top of his larger hand. “especially now that we’re partners.”
“we’re partners?”
he nodded his head as he began to hold your hand, rather than just let yours rest stop his, “that we are, mystery girl.”
“alright,” the teacher clapped her hands together as she began to instruct where hand placement should be. “the lead should rest their right hand on their partner’s back, holding their hand with the other. the followers left hand should go on their partners shoulder.”
“i should lead,” you told him. “my mother danced for years, im well versed in almost everything.”
“funny you should mention,” he rested his hand on your back, bringing your hand to his shoulder. “i’ve been to a few of my father’s functions, had professional lessons in ballroom dancing.”
“whatever,” you sighed as you let him take the lead.
“remember,” the teacher began to emphasize. “you aren’t dancing in a plague. you need to get close in order to feel the rhythm with one another.”
“you heard her,” he stepped closer to you, you held your breath. “we need to get close.”
you met his eyes, not missing the annoyingly smug grin that adorned his face. “we were fine before,” you shrugged.
his thumb stroked your back, “teacher’s orders. not my fault,” you felt his shoulders shrug underneath your hand.
it had been a long time since you were so close to a person. your own mother hadn’t hugged you since you were a child, since you were normal.
the way your hand fit in his was more comfortable than you thought it could ever be. it was warm, welcoming, even. it was right.
so, you shut your mouth. you stepped an inch closer to xavier, you held onto his hand a little tighter, and you let yourself be close to someone for at least one dance.
“why won’t you tell me your name?” he whispered as the teacher began to instruct the movements to make.
“just for you to forget it? no point in it,” it was your turn to shrug.
“i’m not one to typically forget something so significant,” you wouldn’t meet his eyes. you simply looked at your feet as they moved around the floor. “do you not know that everyone’s been talking about you?”
“oh… no, i didn’t know,” you shook your head. “what’re they saying?”
“y’know,” he tilted his head, effectively getting your attention. “just that you’re some mystery girl that happens to be pretty cute.”
“i’m also a girl who knows how things like this pan out, xavier,” you warned him, one of your brows raising as a warning.
he simply furrowed his brows, his smile quirking down. it didn’t matter what he thought of you. you were here to get things under control so you could become a normal, not so you could find a cute guy to be with.
“how would that be?”
“well, you call me cute, i bat my eyelashes at you, somehow we hangout and i may get attached, and then you turn your head for the next ‘mysterious girl that happens to be cute’,” you replied with a low level of hostility. “i’m here to get my shit under control, then go home to my mother. i don’t plan on being tossed around like a doll while i do that.”
“alright class!” the teacher clapped her hands. “that’s all for today, wonderful job!”
you tore yourself away from him and nearly ran away. it wasn’t personal. it was simply you laying down the law, per-say.
eventually, you made your way to botany. you sat in the only desk that nobody was seated in. it seemed as though they were set in duos, partners.
of course, as if the devil was grinning at you, xavier thorpe walked in. his eyes immediately darted towards where you were seating with a smug look.
“i’m starting to think this is fate,” he plopped his bag down and sat in the chair beside you.
“how?” you didn’t bother meeting his stare.
“well, this is where i always sit,” he sighed loudly. “you can even ask thornhill. it is.”
you were getting frustrated, which wasn’t good. any strong emotion made your powers go a bit… haywire.
“just… stop,” you began to tap your pencil against the table.
“just tell me your name?”
you felt your blood begin to boil. the bell hadn’t even rung yet and you were in the verge of exploding.
“xavier,” you tried to steady your breathing.
“mystery girl?” he seemed to become a bit more worried as you closed your eyes.
“it’s about to happen,” you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued to feel your heartbeat racing.
“what?”
“the moving thing-the thing where i can move things-i just-“
“open your eyes,” he rested his hand on yours. “trust me.”
you opened them.
“now, i need you to look me in my eyes,” you reluctantly met his eyes. “now focus on your breathing, in and out. slowly.”
“you have,” you began to speak. “you have little specks of brown in your eyes. they’re green, but they have specks of brown. a-a uh honey brown. they’re actually really nice to look at.”
your voice was distant, almost as if you were floating. it was soft and light, your head felt soft and light. but it was clear. your mind was clear; you weren’t panicking at all. you had calmed. he had calmed you down.
“there,” he finally released your hand. was he holding it the entire time? “you feel better?”
“yes-yea,” you were still staring at his eyes. “thanks… for that.”
“of course,” xavier nodded, his eyes seeming sincere. “you can stop staring at me now.”
“i’m not staring at you,” you shook your head as you picked your pencil back up, the teacher entering the room.
“you are,” he smiled now, looking you up and down. you couldn’t read his expression.
finally, you snapped out of it. you had to focus. it was your first day and you had to focus. you were going to make it back home to your mother. you would make her proud.
now you just had to find out 1) why xavier wanted to know so much about you. 2) how he was able to calm you down so easily. and 3) how the hell to control your powers.
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Carbon Fiber Hilt
(3,551 words) warnings: mentions of death, mind control, spiraling, panic attacks, knives, blood, trauma. the usual kinda
Gregory, while over at Tony's house, is asked to cut the vegetables for dinner. He never really was able to get over the feeling of the hilt of a knife in his hand.
Gregory hasn't picked up a knife since that night. He hasnt had any reason to. Vanessa has also avoided being even near one like the plague.
He hadn't had a reason to for a long time. A year and a half, actually. Maybe just a bit less than that. Knives were scarce in a house full of people terrified of them, and they were never needed when Vanessa would find meals to make that distinctively did not require one to prepare.
But time has passed. A lot of it has. And Gregory should have known he wouldn't have been able hide from one forever.
Its not the first time Gregorys been to Tony's house. It's small and old, and it shows in the asymmetrical-ness and appearance, but it's not a dump. It's very well kept and lived in, and its evident; theres flowers in the front yard and a birdhouse and a little rainbow pinwheel. Theres windchimes that Gregory can always hear from inside on particularly windy days and the place is made almost entirely out of old wood. It's just old.
Gregory never understood why Tony is so embarrased to take him here. His Mom and Grandma are really nice. His Grandma has wisdom to share and a glint in her eye, and she has crows feet all across her eyes that show off how much she smiles. Tony's Mom isnt much different. She also smiles, but it's more optimism and less joy. Theres bags under her eyes that show how shes struggled but a shine in her eye that tells that she isnt unhappy. Gregory thinks he sees that in Vanessa a lot.
Its comfortable at Tony's house, in a way that Gregory's apartment he shares with Vanessa and Freddy isnt. He loves his home, but theres a distinctness between the landlord white paint and gray cabinets in his house and the rich, homey wood of Tonys.
Gregory feels comfortable there. He thinks that Tony's family catches onto the same thing one day where they ask him if he wants to help with dinner.
"Mom." Tony grits out incredulously after she asks the question, her head peeking through the arch leading to the kitchen. "Greg shouldn't have to do that, remember?"
"Its okay, Tony." Gregory smiles easily, and any contempt he'd felt on his behalf seems to melt away when Tony catches his eye. "I don't mind helping."
That's how he ends up in the kitchen, shoulder to shoulder with Tony (he tries not to be too hyper aware of that) and his Grandma, stood in front of the counter.
"Perfect timing." Tony's Grandma grins at Gregory. "I needed someone to cut the vegetables anyway."
She then gestures to the counter, and the implications don't click in Gregory's head until far too late. He turns to look at the counter, and there, by the cutting board, is a-- knife.
Its blade is a clean, silver-ish white, and the hilt a black with the telltale three dots in the handle.
Before, he could hear the simmering of meat and smell the delicious aroma of whatever food Tony's family is cooking up. As soon as he lays eyes on the blade, it all washes away.
He knows he goes rigid against Tony's shoulder. The fabric of his T-Shirt rubs uncomfortably against his arm, and flashes and memories of a brown fursuit enter his mind without permission.
It's almost comical, how much it looks like the one he had--
"Greg?" Tony's voice rips him out of it, and it's only now Gregory realizes he was spiraling. The sound of cooking food and the sight of the yellow countertops, and Tony's worried face enter his vision.
He sets a hand on his arm, and all Gregory can do is stare with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He's suddenly aware of the hammering in his heart, and that's the only thing that reminds him to breathe.
He breathes in slowly, not wanting to attract attention from Tony's family. Tony looks at him, and Gregory recognizes the concern in his eyes. It would be far from the first time Gregory has spiraled in front of Tony; hes done it unprompted countless times before. Tony is sometimes even a trigger himself.
Gregory catches Tony's gaze and Gregory can tell he's searching for what's wrong. Gregory shakes his head, trying to clear away the fog, and he returns the hand on Tony's arm, trying to smile. He doesnt know if it works or not.
"Its okay." He tells Tony. "I'm okay. I swear."
The entire time, he keeps his gaze carefully away from the knife still sitting untouched by the cutting board. Thankfully, Tony's family doesnt comment on how he hasnt started yet. Gregory exhales shakily when he can see the glint of the blade in the corner of his eye, but he stubbornly pushes it down, keeping his eyes on Tony.
"I-- I swear." He repeats, but it's way less certain than he wants it to be.
Thankfully, though, Tony let's it go. He just nods, turning to whatever it is his family asked him to do. Gregory doesnt look away immediately, and he can feel Tony glancing at him from the corner of his eye with worry. A watchful gaze.
He can see the silver shining in his peripherals. He knows it's there, and yet, despite how much he stubbornly hates how much it can send him shaking like a leaf, he cant force himself to look at it.
That's okay, he tells himself. Sometimes you arent ready to see things head on. Sometimes, when he and Tony sleepover at eachothers places, either of them can wake up from a nightmare and not be able to even see the other. Those nights, Gregory will just hold his hand to let him know hes there, and Tony will do the same for him.
That's what he needs to do. Touch is a way to dip your toe into the water, right? Gregory may not be ready to see a knife yet, but maybe he can still do what Tony's family wants him to without crumpling in on himself.
He can still feel Tony's intense look on him. He hasnt shifted his gaze away from the random spot on the counter this whole time. His shoulders shake, but he pushes past it, ignoring how he can only inch towards the handle instead of grabbing it. The simmering of the food on his left consumes his senses. It sounds like static.
His hand inches closer, and Gregory curses inwardly at how his hand trembles. It's just a knife. It's just a knife. Everybody can use a knife. It's just for the vegetables.
It's only because hes focused on his inner thoughts does his hand not retract away like it had been burned when it gets close. Hes unaware, blissfully for a moment, as his hand grows closer.
The handle of the knife (carbon fiber. he shouldn't know that.) only brushes against his fingertips.
It happens suddenly. In the split second his fingers touched the material, he felt the ridges in the material, the rough texture of the hilt. He felt electricity shoot up his arm so bad it hurt. He felt the way his shoulder jerked when his hand retreated so quickly you would think the knife bit at him. It might as well have.
The sudden movement of his arm drawing back and the burning touch of the knife's hilt makes him spiral. Hes all too aware of the burn in his shoulder blade and all he can think about is plunging the knife deep into something. Swinging with all his might with the intent to kill. The blade digging into something soft. Flesh.
His vision darkens around the edges. Somebody is talking to him-- Tony, he can recognize. He cant see him, because his eyes have gone dark. His arms are glued to his sides. The darkness creeps around the edge of his vision, like shadowy tendrils, and immediately, panic grips his insides.
Hes back. Hes taking back over. The shadow always meant he was being put under. No. No. He doesnt want to. He wants to go home he never wanted to do this. He never wanted to be so painfully aware of what it was like to live in shadows. In darkness. Underground where prying eyes could never see.
Gregory thinks there are hands touching his shoulders and his arms. His eyes are wide; he can feel the skin stretching. Hes aware of burning eyes enough with how much he tries to scrub the shadows away and this is no different.
His feet move, but he isnt aware of making them. The darkness is still here, and he doesnt know where hes going. Who's touching him. Hes back. hes back hes back hes back he has my body hes never going to let me out hes going to kill everyone--
All hes aware of is how it feels like hes back. He doesnt acknowledge a door closing, or how the floor transitions into hard wood to carpet, or how his breathing stutters and stalls like a car failing to start.
He's back there, and all he can feel is the hopelessness and incapability of being trapped. Locked away tight. Unable to fight back. Doubled down on because hes the favorite the favorite the wizards most favored apprentice--
"Greg?" Hands push at his shoulders, and Gregory feels the wall touch his back and his body slide down the wall. His shirt rides up his back, and all he can feel is the wet, sweaty fursuit riding on his skin. Rubbing it raw with plush and blistering when it gets sticky with blood. "Greg, can you hear me?"
He shakes his head, over and over, deliriously. He cant revel in the fact that he can control himself when he swears the voice is calling out to him. Can you hear me? You dont know me, but I know you. I can tell we're going to be great partners.
"Gregory, please--" The voice begs. Gregory pauses. The voice never begged. It only commanded. Directed. Instructed. "You cant breathe! You gotta listen to me. Hear my voice! Its Tony. Okay?"
The fog encompassing his mind (hes back hes back) lifts ever so slightly, enough for him to think. The fact that he can think at all propels him to push, and it's like it all comes rushing back. A kitchen. A knife. A house.
"You arent being controlled. He isnt back, okay? I know that's what you're thinking and its not true. Your brain is playing tricks on you again." The voice reaches him, and Gregory latches onto the familiarity of it, the tone and the richness but roughness of it making it through. "Trust me. Please."
Gregory never wanted to trust the voice. He never wanted to. He never did. But it had always been too late before.
He knows he would never want to trust the voice, but he finds that here, he does. He would never view the voice positively. The tightness in his chest and the darkness encompassing him ebb ever so slightly, and he peers through the cracks, like looking at the light at the end of a dark tunnel.
Tony he realizes. And with that comes the floodgates. Tony. Tony wouldnt be here if Gregory hadn't broke free last year. Gregory wouldn't be here if he hadn't broke free last Spring.
He pushes, and the black edging his vision let's up enough for him to see. He's in Tony's room, he can tell that much, and he can see that Tony himself is on his knees on the carpet in front of him, even through the fog, Gregory can see the panic and the worry on Tony's face.
"T--" His breath stutters. "Tony."
It's like seeing underwater, but Gregory can see the way Tony sags in relief at that. "Yeah, Greg. Its me." His voice reaches his ears, and Gregory revels in it. He revels that it reminds him of all those times he listened to Tony's voice to remind himself he's still here. That they both are. "You're at home, with me. Okay? You got freaked out over something but you're fine now. You can start coming back down to earth."
Despite himself, and the way his fingers still tingle and burn from where the handle of the knife burned him, he chuckles. "Says you."
Tony laughs as well, and Gregory feels the smile stretch on his face instinctively at the sound. It's like throwing him a rope, the beautiful sound, and he grabs ahold of it with both hands. "So you're probably feeling better now."
The final bits of blurriness ebb from his vision, and hes able to see clearly. He takes a moment, taking in Tony and the yellows and greens of his room and his green jacket and his blue eyes and his smile.
His body aches. His shoulders burn from how they're hunched, and Gregory's just able to stop himself from spiraling again at how familiar it is. How his muscles would scream when he would be in control, but he'd never stop. Never rest. Never stop swinging until the task was done. The inherit lack of feeling pain is one of the most blaring memories Gregory has that makes him so certain whatever had him was more inhuman than he could ever imagine.
He loosens his muscles, and Tony stays silent, just watching him with concerned eyes. Gregorys hand still burns; it feels like sparks flew when he'd touched the handle of the knife and now he has the burns to prove it. It twitches, and Gregory grips at Tony's carpet to try to scratch the feeling away. It doesnt work.
Tony notices. He always does. It doesnt help that it was with his left hand. Tony's eyes soften, wide and worried, and Gregory let's himself stare back as he catches his breath and tries to focus on anything that isnt the tingling in his fingertips.
He's only mostly aware when Tony shifts positions to his left side. He presses himself flush against Gregorys shoulder, like at the counter, but before Gregory can think about touching the knife again Tony is grabbing his left hand.
"I'm sorry." He says. "I should have said something about the knife. Or stopped you. This could have been avoided if I hadn't just watched--"
"No." Gregory cuts him off, voice raspy and breathless. "Its not your fault. I should have known it was a bad idea. Its just been so long that I..." He trails off. It really isnt Tony's fault, too. Gregory knows what it's like to just watch.
"Its been a year and a half, Greg." Tony points out. "I think... I think anybody would understand if you never wanted to even see a knife again after what happened to you."
Gregory nods, and despite how much he hates it, he finds himself agreeing. "I never wanted to." He says. He shuts his eyes tight and focuses on Tony's hand in his instead of the burning in his fingertips. "I didnt want to. I tried to fight back but it only made-- I only--"
Tony shushes him, squeezing his hand and pressing their shoulders closer. He uses his fingers to fidget with the tips of Gregory's, and it washes some of the prickling away to make room for Tony's warmth. "I know, Greg."
"He made me pick one." Gregory whispers, voice shaking. "I had to choose which one to kill them all with. The one in the kitchen looked just like the one I--"
"He's gone, Gregory." Tony reminds him. "You broke free."
Gregory shakes his head, his throat still feeling dry. "No." He whispers. "I never-- I never got freed. Not like how I helped Vanessa." That fear, that long suffering paralyzing uncertainty that keeps him second guessing if anything is real comes back full force, and his breath hitches. He eyes Tony's face, and their hands, trying to ground himself before he spirals. "What if--"
"He wont." Tony tells him, and theres a certain assertiveness that forces some part of Gregory to believe him. To turn away from the shadows dancing across the walls of his mind. "And if he does, we'll save you. We won't let him hurt you or anyone else."
Gregory revels in the reassurance, knowing that he's said the same thing to Vanessa multiple times. If Gregory has been able to believe it for her, maybe theres some hope for him as well. He breaths out a shaky puff of air, and he doesnt realize his eyes are unfocusing again until Tony squeezes his hand.
"I wont let him hurt you." Tony says, and theres some sort of edge to his voice that makes Gregory glance up at his face. Theres a shadow under his brow and a darkness to his eyes, but Gregory knows the anger is not directed at him. Not when Tony meets his eyes and they soften immediately. "You broke free for me all that time ago. Just so he wouldnt hurt me. I'll be there to ground you, or-- or to save you instead of the other way around."
Despite himself, Gregory's able to crack a smile at that, small as it is. He glances down at their hands, and feels the pressure. It's not cold like the handle of a knife, nor uncomfortably hot hot hot from the sweltering insides of the suit he had been trapped in. His hands do not twitch under plush and fabric; they curl around Tony's fingers, and the pressure is comforting. Welcome.
"My knight in shining armor." Gregory says quietly. Its something Vanessa would joke about when they'd talk about it and the games would be brought up. A little knight and the lost princess.
Gregory doesnt think apprentices have knights. Maybe that's what he had intended all along. No chance of getting out. No chavelry in silver armor to ride up and save you. Just the apprentice and the wizard.
Tony's fingers twitch themselves, and they shift to squeeze tighter around Gregory's own, entertwining like steel chainmail. My knight in shining armor he thinks. Maybe knights dont need a princess to be heroes.
Its warm; theres only the soft light of Tony's bedroom lamp on his desk with scattered notes and his own drawings carefully stacked around the edge, and Gregory can still hear the faint clattering of dishware across the house. The sky outside the window is a deep blue, and theres no purple to be found.
Tony's hand sends prickles up Gregorys own, but it's not like the rubbing of skin against plush fabric. It's not unwelcome. It's like fireworks dancing across his skin, electricity buzzing across his fingertips and his knuckles.
Gregory heaves out a final breath, and all the tightness in his chest leaves with it. Gregory can see how Tony smiles at him in-between the steadily dissipating darkness, and Gregory hangs onto it. It's a smile like one hes never seen before. Soft, crinkled at the eyes and filled with nothing but fondness.
Nothing like his smile. Nothing like the frozen grin when Gregory'd do a job well done. The grin that'd stick onto his face even when Gregory refused to--
"I think I'm ready to go back now." Gregory says, his voice clear now and unmuddled to his ears. It's only now that he realizes that he's still leaning against Tony against the door of his room, and their hands are still entertwined. His fingers are tingling, and it's only now that they twitch, but for a completely different reason. The shoulder that's pressed up against Tony's is warm and Gregory is painfully aware of it.
Not in a bad way. Gregory knows what it's like to be warm in a bad way. This is comforting in the way only Tony is. Even Vanessa and Freddy feel different than this.
Tony hums next to him, and doesnt move to get up at all. "My Mom will come get us when dinners done." He says, and his hand grips tighter and his shoulder presses closer. His neck twists to look over at him, and Gregory has to fight to not look away when he turns his face the same direction and they meet eyes.
Theres a brief, stuttering moment where they dont move at all. Dont breathe. But then Gregory is letting his forehead tip into Tony's shoulder and lie there.
"Okay." Is all he says. And that's it. Tony leans his head on Gregory's hair, and Gregory has to hide his smile at how he can hear Tony's heartbeat from the proximity and it's going a hundred miles an hour.
Gregory shuts his eyes at some point, and the darkness does not creep around the edges and pull him under. He's safe right now. Tony is here, and Tony would not be here if Gregory wasn't.
Tony squeezes his hand in between his chatting once, then twice, and any shadows that try to reach the window of his mind retreat. He's only aware of the smell of food wafting under the door, Tony's voice rambling on about something, and the warmth of Tony's hand in his.
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GOD COMPLEX - jujutsu kaisen x FEM!reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
SHE WAS A CHERRY.
That sweet and tasty cherry on the cake.
She was what many wanted. She was someone that everyone would die to be.
People would kiss your feet just for breathing the same air that the sweet girl breathed. She was young and beautiful.
His face deified all over the country, even outside. The simple fact that with just a subtle look she would have everything she wanted, her perfectly sculpted face being almost like a tragic reference where many young girls would rip off their own faces just to look like herself.
In a terrifying way, she felt reinvigorated.
She wasn't silly.
She knew her worth, she knew how powerful she was. And that was a danger.
She was aware that there was everything she wanted. Fame, money, beauty and everything that was needed, she could have everything with a simple snap of her finger, knowing that she would immediately have such a thing.
She was selfish.
She would do everything just for herself and for herself, no matter how much it cost.
The favorite actress from all over the continent was a goddess after all. And she was aware of that, of course she was. Oh, how she was aware of everything she had.
She considered herself a goddess anyway.
Knowing that thousands of men would fight each other just to have a night in bed with her. Women would die just to have their lovely body and face. Everyone would die just to have their sweet and selfish life as a perfect little girl in front of the cameras.
She was perfect, in fact.
But if it was so perfect, why did you feel so... empty?
Why did she feel alone, even though she was surrounded by several men to satisfy her inner pleasure?
Why did she still think about him?
Your expression has become serious.
Looking at his reflection in front of his huge dressing table, the mirror lights in yellowish tones being the only lighting in the environment that perfectly illuminated his carved face.
She was beautiful, indeed.
She thought about it.
But his chest seemed to hurt in a way for something. She couldn't explain it.
Anger or fear?
No, she wasn't afraid of anything, not least because it was her. She wasn't an insecure little girl, ever.
But when looking at his reflection, something seemed to be missing, and maybe that was his fear. She was perfect so she had to have everything in her own. All.
But...
A shrapnel was heard.
His chest burned, evident hatred as he ascended to his troubled mind at that moment.
The small bottles of imported perfumes shattered against the floor. Perfumes that would cost a house or even more.
She was briefly frightened, the sudden attitude making her frightened by herself. Totally unaware of this attitude, she laughed. Maybe a nervous laugh.
But deep down she knew what that meant, and why of her hatred.
She recomposed herself, briefly massaging her temples before turning her gaze to her reflection in the mirror.
The young woman sighed, closing her eyes.
"Shit..."
She tried to ignore it, choosing to get up from her dressing table. Leaving it for the girl who took care of the cleaning to clean up all that mess afterwards.
The silk fabric slipping briefly through your shoulders before walking to your huge bed with clean sheets.
Where on the other side, there was a male figure.
His calm face and naked chest going up and down gently, showing how the man was in a deep sleep after a hot night between them. She was already used to this scene, almost a routine in all her nights of lust, satisfying her desire was ideal when you were with this man.
It was almost an addiction to be distracted on nights like this.
Even if at some point I kept the same thought as all the other lonely nights.
If she was so perfect, why did he leave her?
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AITA for keeping a huge secret from my mom?
so i (26ftm) moved back in with my parents a little over a year ago due to the housing market. shakes fist at sky. you know how it is. anyways, uh, while i may be a broke zillennial, my parents are fairly financially well off, and it's in part due to my father's job. my mom recently retired and my father keeps saying he's going to retire, but still keeps pushing it off (and has been pushing it off for about a decade now).
now uh, shortly before i moved in, my mom was telling me that she was having problems with my father. that this was "the third time this had happened" and "this is his last chance" - i think you may see where i'm going with this. he was cheating. for the third time. and she'd caught him, got them to go to couples therapy, and told him there would be no fourth chance. she was willing to move out of the house and start anew somewhere else if she needed to.
um. enter me, the apple of my dad's eye. i move in. one night my mom is off at a book club so it's just me and him for dinner. he opens his phone (up til this point i've noticed he looks at his phone A Lot.) and opens up wechat. he's calling someone "babe" and sending them red heart emojis. i instantly feel kind of sick. i ask him, "are you texting mom?" and he gets SO confused for a second and says no (i don't think he knew i'd seen his phone screen).
that was almost a year ago today. since then i have seen him text this other woman nonstop, has talked about starting a family with her, has talked about taking her with him on his "work trips," and - for some reason - i've seen him google straight-up escort websites on his phone. uh, that one was while my mom and i were in the middle of showing him old family videos.
i feel so fucking guilty. every time i see him i want to [REDACTED DUE TO TUMBLR GUIDELINES]. i lost my therapist that i had known for five years in the move, i lost my entire support network, and i still haven't found anything like that up here. i am completely isolated, and while i have my own job right now, i am in no way financially stable enough to find my own place to live. if i tell my mom, i don't know what's going to happen to me. i don't know if she will kick him out or if she will move. i am trying to move back to where i was living, but i just can't afford it. i feel completely trapped in this situation, and i know what the right thing to do is, but i am terrified that on top of losing my entire life a year ago, i'm about to lose everything else, too.
a large part of me wants to confront my father first, but i am also terrified of him. i know i'm his favorite, but i am well aware of his temper, and while he's never physically harmed me, i feel like the situation might be a bit different if i'm the person that might get him divorced and ostracized from the entire family. i don't know. i honestly have no idea. everything is so confusing and i just have felt frozen for an entire year.
but the other night i saw him texting her again. she's mentioned she had been feeling sick lately and he told her that she might be pregnant. i was so close to losing it. i almost ripped his phone out of his hand and smashed it on the ground. i couldn't look him in the eye. i could barely even speak to him. maybe the funniest part about this is that he doesn't realize anything is wrong. he's a fucking narcissist and doesn't pay the slightest bit of attention to how other people act around him.
the next day, he was gone for another "work trip".
i am run completely ragged and i don't know how much longer i can take this. i find myself wishing someone else could take it out of my hands so that i don't have to be responsible for destroying our whole family.
anyways. am i the asshole for being a coward?
a bit of extra INFO as well though: as far as i'm aware, my parents are in a bit of a dead bedroom situation (frankly. my mom likes to oversshare.) so uh. at the very least i know she's not getting whatever diseases my dad surely must have by now.
What are these acronyms?
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Hiii I have a request☺️
Shuri x reader
Reader gets pregnant and is confused and terrified bc she’s only been with shuri
So one day she visits shuri in the lab and starts asking more detailed questions about the strap
Then she’s also worried bc he and shuri aren’t actually in a relationship so she starts avoiding her until she can figure out what to do
Shuri doesn’t like that she’s being ignored so she just shows up in the readers house and like is sitting on the couch or something waiting for when the reader gets home one night.
Plz forgive my formatting I wrote this at work. Thank youu😚
𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ; Shuri udaku
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A/n :: Thank you sm for the request love <;3! Srry this took ages 😭😭 I had alot of stuff going on personally.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 :: you find out your pregnant with Shuri's baby. Freaked out and confused, you avoid and deny everything. Hard truth -You and Shuri are not even in a relationship. So what will happen now?
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :: Angsty, fluff. That should be it.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 :: 1,834
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higher -- tems
best part -- daniel caesar Ft. H.E.R
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏 and bounced your knee up and down as you sat on the toilet of your bathroom. "Fuck.Fuck.Fuck. Oh my gosh."
You put your head in your hands as you just needed a moment to.. you'd say.. think. How could you let this happen? You grab the pregnancy test sitting on the sink and you grab it, looking at the result.
"Positive.." you breathed out as you shook your head. "No no no." You put your head in your hands once again. You throw the test and it hits off of the door, onto the floor. You rip open another test and repeat the same process.
You watch the test as you wait for the result, keeping your beady little eyes on it.
Soon, two lines come up on the test.
"No!nope nope nope." You dig through the trash to look at the box. "This has to be some kind of prank." You muttered, in denial about everything.
It could be the test, right? there's no way..well it is from a cheap drugstore. You read the test, and nothing seems useful to you so you throw it back in.
You're going to have to accept it.
You're pregnant.
With shuri udaku's baby.
Without thinking, you leave the bathroom and grab your coat. You then get your keys from the counter and go down to the stairs, to get to the parking garage.
As you get there, you sit in your car and nibble your lip. You cant be pregnant. You guys aren't even together. You can't be together. That was the agreement. This was just for fun..but It got serious so fast. You drive off, palms sweaty and shaky.
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 standing outside of shuris lab now. You grab the doorhandle but hesitate, but before you can do anything griot informs her that someone is here.
"Come in!"
You take a deep breath and open the door, standing helplessly as she works on a new project.
"Oh, y/n. Didnt expect to see you here." She says as she glances up at you, then continuing to work.
You chuckle shakily as you muster up some words to say to her. "I'm..I wanted to ask you something, you know about the strap." You get quieter on the last word.
She drops her piece of equipment and stares at you. She raises her brow and stares at you strangely. "Can it maybe get me pregnant, for instance?" You ask.
"No..why are you asking?" She tilts her head. "Y'know, I just wanna protect myself. Is anything faulty about it or...?" You slightly lie, and before she can open her mouth you cut her off.
"Actually, don't answer that. Its fine." You say as you turn around to the door. "Y/n--" but before she could say anything you were gone.
you felt a wave of embarrasment and shame come over you. You felt as if you screwed this up. You walk to your car and try to open the door, but your hands were shaky. you take breaths to calm yourself.
"I'll figure it out." you mumble to yourself as you finally open the car door. Okay, a plan. what will you do?
No idea.
you groaned and put your head against the steering wheel. You were completely clueless..how were you going to take care of a mini you when you can hardly take care of yourself some days?
You figured the best idea was to stop seeing shuri untill you figured out and processed all of this.
you rub your belly and bite your lip.
"Everythings gonna be alright.." you reassured yourself as you started the car, your shaky and clammy hands gripping the steering wheel.
You drove off from the lab, playing some chill r & b to soothe you.
Once you got to your house. you slumped on the couch and sat there in distress. you felt the tears prickling in your eyes, and your throat closing up. There was one question lingering in your mind. what were you going to do?
Your phone buzzed, bringing you out of your trance. you wiped your eyes and sniffled.
shuri
wyd tomorrow?
you
busy
shuri
day after that?😏
you
busy all week
you threw your phone across the couch as you slumped there, being sorry for yourself. How could you let this happen. Messing with the princess of wakanda wasn't the best idea.. but somehow you couldn't let go. You craved her touch, and when she wasnt there you could still taste her on your lips.
The best idea was to avoid. avoid avoid avoid. Untill nessecary. Which would probably be..forever? she couldn't know about this baby. Not now , not ever.
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weeks later
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃 with your fingers anxiously as you sat out in the waiting room, outside of the obstetricians office. You sat alone with your thoughts as the clocked on the wall ticked. Shuri had been trying to contact you for ages now, and your only choice was to decline and avoid.
You now were here for your first ultrasound, which was well overdue. suddenly, a secretary comes out.
"Y/n L/n?" she says as she looked around the room.
you got up from your seat and took a deep breath, your hands shaking. "Okay.." you muttered as you made your way to the office.
You had no idea what the gender was, and the pregnancy was slowly started to show on you. mood changes, morning sickness, and cravings. The belly was starting to show too, in which you had to hide with baggy clothes. Layering clothes was basically your best friend.
You walked into the office as the doctor smiled at you warmly. "Hi.." you said in a low tone. "hi y/n." She said as she put on her gloves. "Do you mind just sitting over there?" she says to you as she prepares everything for your ultrasound. you take a seat. she then adjusts the chair to make you lean back.
She starts the procedure by pulling up your shirt and putting gel directly on your stomach. she rubs the cold gel on your preganant belly. "Nervous?" she said to you, trying to make conversation. "Kinda." you chuckled. "Thats okay.. it's normal. You're not the only one." she grinned at you.
"Okay..." she says as she gets the sensor and puts it onto your stomach, moving it round. Suddenly something comes on the screen. your..baby.."Oh..oh my gosh." you say as a tear rolls down your face, hands over your mouth. you laughed softly. You start to sob quietly out of joy.
This was a moment you were going to cherish forever.
"It's just me and you." you said in between sobs, smiling.
"Would you like to know the gender?"
"No..no..I want it to be a surprise." you sniffled as you wiped your tears.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 opened as you get to your apartment floor. You felt joy running through your body, but also waves of sadness.
You walk over to your apartment and put the keys in the door, the keys jangling. you walk in to see the lights on and someone sitting on the couch. It can't be..you drop your keys and walk backwards. "When were you going to tell me...sthandwa." she turns and gets up to look at you. "oh.." you mutter as you close the door behind you. "h..how did you get in here, Shuri?" you said shakily. "when were you going to tell.Me."
she picks up the trash can from your bathroom , and takes out the two pregnancy tests. "I..."
"This is why you were avoiding me?"
"I didn't know how to tell you." you sniffled as you felt the waterworks coming.
"..I thought it was for the best."
Shuri looks at you, attempting to stay strong. you saw her slowly breaking down, tears rolling down her face. "When did you find out? how far along are you?" she rushes to you, grasping onto your elbows, rubbing her hands along your arms.
"A couple weeks." you sniffled and smiled up at her. you take the photo of the ultrasound out of your bag and show it to her. she gasps softly as she takes it out of your hand to look at it.
she cries some more, tear drops rolling on the picture. "entle.." her mother language slipping off of her tongue. she puts it on the counter and gets on her knees, admiring yourbaby belly. she kisses it softly and looks up at you. she closes her eyes as another tear comes down, and you cover your mouth to stop you from full on sobbing.
the most beautiful moment you had ever experienced.
"Have you told anyone yet?"
"no.. i don't plan on it anytime soon."
"I'll wait for you. whenever your ready, I will wait for you."
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 looked at yourself in the mirror and adjusted your hair for what felt like the fifth time in the past five minutes. "Relax babe, you look amazing." Riri reassured you as she walked towards the mirror, looking at you in the relfection. "You should go out there. Everyones waiting for you." she grinned. you give her a tight lipped smile back as she put her hand in yours. "you got this. it's your day." you nodded as she walked out of the bathroom, glancing at you and shutting it behind her.
"Okay." you mutter as you walk out of your hiding spot.
you walk over to the front of your babies gender reveal in awe. You couldn't believe it was happening. You felt calm and stress-free as you know there people who love you and care for you, meaning you didn't feel alone anymore.You felt a little anxious though. you rubbed your belly again and you looked down at your outfit, and admired yourself. You felt as confident as ever. you smiled to yourself as Shuri came up beside you, kissing your forhead. "I told you not to wear those death traps." you rolled your eyes as you knew what she was referring to.
"Heels aren't going to hurt the child, Shuri." you chuckled. "Plus, i look good, don't I?" you spun around to show the full fit. "Amazing." she smiled wide.
Shuri grabbed a pin, and you grabbed a balloon which had the words "Boy or girl?" inprinted on it. Family and friends gathered and smiled hopefully at the both of you.
"3..2..1..!" They all chanted along with you
Shuri pops the balloon, and suddenly everyone cheered in unision. Blue glitter spread in the air, meaning it's a boy!
You and shuri screamed excitedly, jumping up in the air. she picks you up and spins you around.
"Oh my gosh..Marry me."
your lips part slowly as you try to process the information you just heard.
"Marry me, sthandwa."
You nod as you were shocked you couldn't even say anything.
it was now you, your wife and your son.
A/n : sorry this took so long yall...chile what a mess. Anyways hope you enjoyed.
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MINE
summary: your boyfriend is not happy when he hears you were walking around the village with another guy, so he pays you a little visit.
words: 2K
a/n: i just wanted to write this other side of obito that also lives in my head. i took some liberties. english is hard.
⚠️ c.w: jealous-possessive obito, low-key (or not) violent behavior, smut (duh), kinda angsty by the end.
you were in your bedroom, laying on your bed with the light on, finishing the first chapter of the book you bought with kakashi a few hours ago when you heard the doorbell. you checked your clock and it marked 8:12 pm. weird. you rarely had any visitors, specially at night.
you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.
your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?
- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?
you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.
- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.
- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!
your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.
you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.
- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.
- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.
- take your coat! - your mom recommended.
you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.
as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.
- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.
- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.
your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.
- i'm sorry...? - you tried.
- exactly what are you sorry for?
- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.
he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.
- i don't think, princess, i know.
he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.
- i'm sorry... - your tried again.
- what are you sorry for? - he asked.
- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...
obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.
- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.
a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.
- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.
- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...
- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.
his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.
- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?
- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.
- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!
you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.
- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!
- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-
- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.
- you're being unreasonable!
- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.
- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.
obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.
- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.
- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.
obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.
- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?
obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.
- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.
you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.
- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.
- no, he wouldn't...
obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.
his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.
- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.
- i know you can beg better than that.
he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.
- please, please, pretty please...
you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.
he lifted your head to look at your eyes.
- please what?
you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.
- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!
- you promise?
you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.
obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.
- does it feel good?
- so good!
- can anyone else make you feel like this?
- no, no one...
he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.
- you're mine. do you understand that?
you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.
- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.
obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.
to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.
your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.
- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.
he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.
- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.
- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.
- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.
obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.
- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.
- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...
- i can't... i have a lot to do.
obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.
- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.
- i'll do my best.
obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.
obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:
- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.
and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.
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What would rui and darlings opinions/reactions and interactions be like with each other?
Keep up the great work!! 🤍
The miscommunication fic the question is about
I've actually been waiting for someone to ask me this.
I love my baby Rui sm.
Tiny warnings: Spelling mistakes/grammar mistakes, slight SLIGHT gore warning, mention of aphrodisiac use, yandere themes
Okay so darling isn't allowed near anyone right? Except the upper moons?
You know why?
Because they would want her. Muzan's bloodcells can give the others PTSD of Yoriichi because that's how scared he was/is of him. That emotion is so strong it gives the others flashbacks and a sense of danger that originates from Muzan himself.
But since Muzan has met darling, there is another singular emotion that can trigger a response in the others and that is his 'love' for darling.
He is so obsessed with her that when the lower moons and other demons see darling they can't restrain themselves.
They don't necessarily also 'love' her, but she sure as hell looks delicious and touchable.
Even under Muzan's command they wouldn't be able to stop.
The upper moons in contrary are able to supress these emotions since they have more control.
So how would Rui have met darling?
Simple: Muzan is a sadist and loves seeing darling writhing in pain, begging at his feet to make it stop.
He gets those reactions by punishing her and one of those punishments can be locking her up with a lower demon to show how good Muzan is to her and how much worse she could have it.
Now Rui is his favorite lower moon and he definitely would give him a new pretend mother when darling ripped apart one of his gifted clothing, yanked off the jewelry around her neck and wrists, pulled so hard at the table cloth that all the food that was on it spilled and as cherry on top threw the half full bottle of wine at him (It would've hit too if he didn't have his demonic speed).
No, he wasn't thinking about how consuming a literal man at said dinner would spoil her appetite and no, he also didn't think that she would still be upset and overwhelmed that he fed her aphrodisiac to get her more willing and in the mood for a night with the three uppers (she could possibly die if she was completely resistant, the three uppers tend to be rough *cough, Douma, cough* Muzan was doing her a favor!).
So he was like: 'if you like scolding and hitting me so much, why don't you be a mother for a little while' and dropped her off at Rui's house.
She was terrified at first, saw that Rui was just a kid, was a bit less scared, saw what that kid had done to the rest, was terrified again.
Rui was thankful to Muzan for the gift he could play with for a while, but instead of that sudden urge of 'romantic want' he got a different kind of want, a more family related want.
Rui started seeing darling as his actual mom.
For safety reasons, he put the other demons away since they weren't able to control themselves like Rui could.
So it was just darling and him.
Darling, still mortified, tried to communicate with him and got made fun off for having an accent. He said that if she was his mother, she couldn't have an accent because he didn't have one either.
So darling had to explain to him that she wasn't from here and now he wanted to hear more about the country she originates from.
And slowly darling could see the child hiding behind the demon. Even if he did command her and tried to control her every move to make the perfect family, she saw why he did it.
But just like Muzan said: she was good at scolding
She knew Rui wouldn't kill her, his feelings for her were too strong, so she started acting like a real mother to him (out of empathy, anger, sadness, being scared shitless and because Rui gave her control that the others had taken away from her. She could choose for herself again and care for someone).
Rui absolutely adores darling and will listen to her instead of roboting her in what to do to act like a 'real' mother. He becomes very clingy and protective. He actually didn't let her hand go when Muzan came to pick her up. (Muzan was so angry when he realized darling actually enjoyed her stay instead of seeing it like a punishment, but he did feel something inside of him when he saw darling being all motherly and domestic).
Darling likes Rui, she feels for him, finds his story sad. She actually fell out against Muzan for turning a child into a demon and making him eat others to survive. Even cussed him out and outright defied him after he told her to stop when she found out Rui killed his parents and that's why he's so obsessed with molding a perfect family.
Darling does acts like a mother to him and tries to steer him into a better path. Most of the time darling tries to do normal kids things with him when Muzan allows them to spend time together.
Rui is confused by most of her actions towards him since he has forgotten what it felt like to be an actual child and not some powerful demon, but with the guidance of darling he eventually gets the hang of it again.
Due to deprivation of seeing other people and the overwhelming emotions of home sickness and missing her family, she gets very attached to Rui.
Muzan, who is already fond of Rui, doesn't seem to mind this allot and actually uses those emotions towards the child demon to manipulate her into staying put.
The other upper three aren't handling her giving so much love and attention toward another demon that well, but if Muzan allows it, they can't interfere.
They are mother and son your honor.
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Kilug the Orc (f/m)
female protagonist has moderate stutter
warnings: violence, language, sexual themes, mature themes
words: 4442
Being born into such a high family has, I admit, given me some problems. Unlike the rest of the clan, I refuse to follow in their footsteps.
That sounds stupid and selfish. But in this day and age, as the world progresses and the different empires rise from the ground, I realize there's no need to murder our way through.
Death is necessary. I, too, have fallen into the desire to paint people red, but in youth, anyone can be an idiot. My mother, bless her soul, has tried her hardest to make sure I never turn into my father. As terrible as it is, I thank the gods he's dead. Even though I was meant to love him, his ways are worse than any tyrant could make up.
As an orc, we were destined to be hated. Yes, we rule a part of the North, but it wasn't taken without decent bloodshed. Now I'm left with the parts my father destroyed. Left with string and hope to try and pull the kingdom back together.
Coming into the crown was terrifying at first. To think I had to try and win the hearts of a nation over from the fear my father planted within them.
It was a slow start, but in two years' time, I made Aidrinyar into a prosperous nation that didn't need to kill people to show its dominance. Trade with neighboring kingdoms opened once more with some negotiation. Seems people are more trusting of my mother. A saint she is.
Along the corridor, Kilug hears a small cry. Not one of pain as it sounds. Opening the door to his right, a woman looks over frantically. It's one of the maids. Kilug takes in her disheveled figure and gasps, "Is everything alright?"
She shakes her head as she sits on the edge of the bed, "My mother. And sister. They're oh gods-"
Kilug looks around then approaches her, "Come along. My mother will help you."
His mother sits in the mess hall playing with some yarn as her son approaches her. The woman gasps and sets her needles down, "Dear, what's wrong?"
The woman falls to her knees. Kilug manages to catch her as she falls to help her into a nearby chair. She sobs slightly, "Tell me what's wrong."
She takes a moment to collect herself, "My mother and sister are at the edge of town. I just got word that someone raided that end and I-"
The maid breaks into sobs again, "Kilug. Take Ornis and the others to go check it out. What do your mother and sister look like?"
Gulping, she squeaks out a simple response. "My mother is older but my- my sister has bright red hair. It's long too. Answers to Ivor."
Kilug nods to his mother and heads out of the room. Ornis is his head knight. His sword shield as well. Just as he tells the darker orc the news, he's grabbing his axe off the wall with a curt nod.
It doesn't take long to reach the edge of town. The maid was right. At least five homes are destroyed. Kilug curses but a person comes flying out of one of the houses. It's a man. Human man. He groans from the floor as someone appears out of the door he got thrown from.
Red hair flashes in the wind as a sword is held in their grasp. It's a woman. The man scrambles to get up but she steps on his hand as he reaches for his sword. He begs for a moment before her sword goes into his chest.
Kilug frowns slightly but he gets what he deserves. The woman turns to them quickly, terrified. Kilug gets off of his steed first and smiles.
Her sword goes up, ready to attack him as well. Seems she has a wild spirit. Her clothes are dirty and ripped in some places. Those places are from slices to her limbs. Bloody scratches seep through the fabric as she stares him down.
This must be the sister. Her hair is long down by her hips. She wears pants much like a soldier would. Her legs stand apart as she breathes in heavily. Her eyes are a dull blue as they stare into his own brown ones.
He approached her carefully, "Ivor?"
Her head tilts, "Your sister. She sent for us to come and find you."
Her head shakes as she holds her sword, "She works as a maid in the castle."
That makes her drop her sword slightly. Then she points to the house. Kilug motions for Ornis to check. They stare at one another as the knight heads in. He comes back out, "Her mother. She's sick but doesn't look injured."
"We'll grab your mother and take her back to the castle, okay?" Kilug watches as she goes to retort but when her mother starts a coughing fit she frowns. Ivor nods his way. She watches as they load her mother into the wagon. Ivor looks at the thing before pulling herself up.
Ornis takes hold of the reins as the king moves back to watch the two. Ivor holds her mother's hand. She's going to be fine, that he's sure of, "Did you know those people?"
The redhead looks his way and only shakes her head. Kilug nods and it goes silent the rest of the way back to the castle.
Her mother is automatically taken in by the medics as Ivor follows the king and his tall knight suspiciously into a large room. Kilug's mother looks over and then stands.
The maid gasps, "Ivor!"
The redhead smiles for the first time as she runs toward her sister. The smaller one collides with Ivor as she wraps her arms around her frame. The maid sobs into her chest as her sister holds her there.
She pulls away, "Are you okay?"
Ivor nods. Her sister sighs, "You look terrible..."
Kilug approaches, "Go get some rest. I will have to ask you about what you knew of those men. I'll also send one of the guards to tell you news of your mother."
Ivor still stares at him as her sister smiles, "Thank you. Thank you so much. What could I ever do for you?"
The precious queen shakes her head, "Nonsense, my dear. Go rest."
Ivor holds her sister's arm as they walk out of the room. The redhead looks around as her sister speaks to her.
"Good job, my son."
Kilug smiles down as his moth, "Her sister is odd."
His mother raises an eyebrow, "Idi, the maid, mentioned she doesn't speak much. And tends to be the most standoffish of them both."
"I could tell. She raised her sword at me."
His mother, Amaria, chuckles. They both leave the room. Sometime later, Idi heads off to sit with her mother as the king calls for her sister. They have a small conversation before splitting ways.
Ivor looks much cleaner now as she comes into the main area. Kilug sits there waiting for her. He smiles when she enters, "Please come sit."
She looks at the chair before sitting in it. Her clothes seem new and there's no blood left so he assumes her wounds were also dressed.
"Ivor."
The woman looks up at him, a plain expression on her face. The orc smiles, "Do you remember anything about the raid?"
She says nothing for a moment before settling on a simple nod, "What do you remember?"
The woman makes a motion with her hands and points to her ears. She symbolizes a loud noise with her fingers extending, "Loud noise?"
Ivor nods then points to her mouth then makes another move to show screaming. The orc feels odd watching her act this out but he doesn't question it. But he can't help but wonder as to why.
Kilug nods, "Could you tell me what you heard or if you knew anyone's faces?"
She frowns before pointing to the quill on his desk. He frowns, "I'm afraid it's empty at the moment."
Ivor groans and crosses her arms in front of her, "Can you not speak to me?"
The woman flinches. The king watches her as she opens her mouth, "P- p- people do- don't like th- the way I- I talk."
Kilug sighs. She has a stutter. That must be why she doesn't talk. Her speech sounds lovely though considering.
"I don't see anything wrong with it," he tells her. She looks up at him and sighs. Then she starts the story.
The king leans back into the chair as he nods, "And that's what happened before?"
The woman nods, "Y- yes. Is th- that al- all you n- ne- need me f- for?"
"Unless it's for personal business, I will no longer need to ask you questions."
"P- personal b- b- business?"
Kilug smiles and shakes his head, "I just meant if we could talk."
Ivor looks at him and laughs, "Why?"
"Am I not allowed to want to speak with you?"
She sighs, "You c- can. B- but wh- why wo- wou- would you wa- want t- too?"
The king smiles her way, "It may surprise you but I rather enjoy your voice."
She states at him then laughs. He rolls his eyes, "I'm not kidding. Besides, I have time to talk to you as you'll be staying here for some time."
The redhead nods her head and offers him a hand, "I- I'm n- no e- eas- easy t- t- target."
Kilug smirks, "Doesn't that give me more of a challenge?"
Ivor opens her mouth to speak but closes it again. A small smile comes to her lips, "D- do- don't get y- your h- hopes up."
The king smiles, "I'm sure you'd humble me real quick if I did, my dear."
He watches as a small blush comes to her cheeks. She smirks and nods her head, knowing he to be true.
A week goes by. Their mother heals splendidly as Ivor acclimates to the castle life. Her time is spent in the library or in the training field. Her work as a warrior is worth talking about.
Every day, given the chance, Kilug will show up by her side. He watches her fight and looks at a distance as she reads.
One day, he moves into the library and notices her sitting by the window. He smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear, "H- how m- m- many times wi- will you j- ju- just stand th- there?"
Kilug flinches but ends up chuckling. This time he approaches her, "You've noticed?"
The woman nods her head, "Ev- ev- every time."
A blush comes to his face and she chuckles. Her hand comes forward and pats his shoulder. She leans back and looks back to the pages before her, "You read a lot."
Ivor smiles, "I do."
"Why?"
The woman frowns. He tilts his head her way. She smiles at his ways, "I can- cannot spe- speak well."
"You sound lovely," he admits. The woman stutters, but not from speaking. She shakes her head, "I re- read be- be- better than I- I ta- talk."
He thinks for a moment and nods his head, "It makes you feel better?"
Ivor nods a little sheepishly. Kilug smiles and takes the book from her hands, "May I?"
The woman nods slowly, not sure what he's about to do. He looks at the page and starts from the top. Then he starts to read. It surprised her but soon she was leaning against the cushions and watching him. She studies his movements. Everything. It only makes her smile. At some point, she's not even listening.
After the chapter, he turns towards her. He blushed from the look on her face, "Did I read okay?"
She nods. The woman moves towards him and brings him into a hug. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, "Th- thank you."
Kilug smiles and squeezes her a little, "I'll do it for as long as you'll have me."
Ivor shakes her head, "Idiot."
"That I am."
After that interaction, Kilug doesn't shy away from walking up to her. For months they talk and become closer. Sometimes he even spars with her. It makes her happy and he could always use the practice.
Approaching the field, he notices she's not there. Frowning, he enters the castle. Ornis comes running up to him, "Kilug?"
"What?"
His friend seems frantic, "It's Ivor."
He runs alongside his friend as he takes him toward the medical ward. Idi stands outside the door with his mother. She sighs, "She's in there."
"What happened to her?"
Kilug's hands won't stop shaking as he speaks to them. They notice.
Idi let a few years fall down her face, "Some orc had asked to spar. She thought nothing of it. But he wasn't even playing fair! He almost chopped her arm off!"
Kilug turns to Ornis. He nods, "We have him already."
He says nothing more as he walks past his friends and into the room. The medics now at his presence, "She should be fine, your highness."
"What's wrong?"
"Her arm is in bad shape. The gash was so deep we're surprised it didn't fall off," the king grimaces, "But she's a tough one."
Another medic cuts in, "She may not have all the feeling back on the lower end of her left arm though."
They bow once more before leaving the room. With a shaky sigh, he moved towards the bed. Her hair lays on the white pillow. It's a stark contrast that makes him smile.
Sitting next to her wakes her. Ivor looks up at him through blurry eyes, "Kilug?"
"I'm here, my love. I'm here."
She barely registers the endearment as she sits up some. Then she hisses, her arm hurting, "Th- that fu- fu- fucking hurts."
He chuckles. At least she had her humor still. He pulls her to his chest, "Are you alright?"
"I'm a- alive."
Kilug sighs and pulls back. The man reaches into his trousers and pulls something out. It's a necklace. Small green beans are the main focus but a rin hangs in the middle, "Wh- what's th- th- this?"
"I won't lie to you, Ivor. These past three moons you've changed my life. I couldn't bear the fact that you were injured. I may kill that orc with my bare hands..."
The woman chuckles, "But that made me realize how I can't live without. You may say you hate your voice but I want to listen to it for the rest of my days."
He moves to kneel on the floor beside her. He takes her hands in his own, "Marry me. Be my queen."
Ivor notices how he says my instead of our. The woman feels tears in her eyes. They fall but she makes no sound for some time. Her good hand cradles his cheek in her palm, "I love you."
The orc smiles and crashes up against her to meet her lips. Her hand tangles I'm his hair. He pulls away, "I wou- would l- l- love to m- marry y- you."
Kilug smiles, a tear falling down his face, "My lovely bride."
The redhead laughs and kisses him over more just before he places the necklace over her head.
As she heals, he barely leaves her side. Rehab becomes something she has to do towards the end. Her arm is still attached and still works but she had to train it back to what it once was. She can't feel much of anything below the elbow, but it still can be used.
Moving around the library, someone comes up and picks Ivor off of the floor in a sudden burst of energy.
The woman yells, but a welcoming and rememberable smell hits her nose. She turns to look down at her king and smiles, "H- hello."
Kilug lets her down some and places a kiss on her lips, "Hello, darling."
She still blushes at the nicknames but it only makes her happier. Much like the rest of the family was to the news of the engagement.
Her fingers tangle into his hair and push it out of his face. He nips st her fingers making her pop his cheek, "Stop."
"You know I can't help it."
He sets her down and she smiles, "Now wh- why are yo- you here?"
He smiles and winks, "You're arm feeling better?"
"Yes?"
"Good enough to get married in an hour?"
Her mouth hangs open wide, "Hey, close that mouth of yours."
He pushes her bottom jaw up and smirks as she rolls her eyes, "R- r- really?"
He nods, "Just us, Idi, my mother, your mother, and Ornis."
Ivor only smiles, "I d- don't ha- have an- any- anything to- to we- wear."
"Coming as you is good enough for me."
The woman smiles up at the orc and nods, "I- I'll me- meet you in a- an hour."
The king smirks wide and kisses her again, "Good. I plan to enjoy you tonight."
He leaves her with those words. The woman almost drops the book in her hand. She looks at it. It's a romance. She laughs as she puts it back on the shelf.
Idi grabs her within minutes, refusing to let her go in without something nice. Her mother stands there and chuckles as the two bicker, "Now, dear sister, we both know Kilug is rather large so-"
Ivor makes a loud noise and shushes her sister, "Th- that's not im- im- important!"
Their mother rolls her eyes, "Idi."
Idi shrugs, "You're my sister. My tall and strong sister. But Kilug is two feet taller than you! Be careful."
Ivor grumbles as her sister winks at her. The wedding is simple. Neither of them wanted anything grand anyway. In the end, they all serve themselves food and ale. They all realized Ornis rather enjoyed it a little too much.
Kilug, being his friend, helped him to his room before heading back to his own. Ivor was already there, sitting at the vanity in the room. Her knees were up to her chest as she wrote something.
He enters the room. She smiles his way before turning back to the letter, "What are you writing?"
She blocks his vision, "Yo- you can see l- l- later. It's n- not d- do- done."
Kilug smiles and nods, "Of course, dear. Now come to bed."
She shakes her head but is soon picked up from the vanity and taken toward the bathroom. He, with her still in his arms, starts the flowing water from the river. The bath fills with water as he sets his wife on the sink.
Ivor frowns but smiles regardless. Kilug moves between her legs. The redhead kisses his nose with a small chuckle. He growls and kisses her lips in retaliation.
Their lips move against one another before he leaves to stop the water. The woman hops off the sink and starts to discard her clothing. The orc turns and is met with tanned skin. She shakes her head to ruffle her hair.
His eyes trail along her naked body in awe. She turns to him and notices his staring. Ivor frowns and points to his own clothes. He laughs and starts to discard his own.
Her eyes widen when his pants drop but she only smiles at him. He approached her and pulls her up. He settled into the tub with her in his lap. Ivor frowns and pushes his face away playfully.
Her thighs lay on his own. It's plushy, he notices. And soft to the touch. His hands land on her hips, somewhere he usually settled then but this time it's different.
Her hips are wide to accommodate her larger thighs. Her waist is straight from her work. Muscle lays in her abdomen and arms. Her breasts lay against his chest. They're bigger than he thought but she also liked to layer her clothing.
He lays on her chest. The woman sighs and drags her fingers through his hair.
The two of them wash each other in the quiet. Then his wife settled back into his lap and kisses him softly. The notion makes the orc moan into the kiss. She smirks and he notices.
"I love you," she mutters.
"And I, you, my love."
Her hands fall down to his stomach as they kiss. One stays at his chest while the other reaches down to his cock.
He flinches and bucks his hips, "Hey...you don't need to do that."
Ivor rolls her eyes, "I- I wa- want to- too."
Her hand barely wraps around it. But the weird angle is worth it when he moans out. Her fingers drag along it, bringing him closer.
His head falls back and she kisses his jaw. He makes a small groaning noise before grabbing her hand, "Wa- was th- that not oh- okay?"
"No," he states, "I didn't want to cum like that."
Ivor smiles and kisses him once again. One hand of his holds her neck while the other moves down her chest. She gasps as he drags over her nipple but his trail doesn't end. His fingers turn oddly as he searched for her clit.
Her body jolts when he finds it. The woman whimpers and pushes away some but he holds her there. His thumb makes small but precise circles. Her body then starts to move on its own, humping into his hand. Kilug smiles and kisses her forehead.
He keeps going and her moans only increase. Such beautiful sounds, he thinks. "K- kilug."
He nods and holds her in his arms, "Please," he begs, "Cum for me."
His thumb pushes harder and she yelps. It both hurt and felt so nice at the same time. Ivor falls slack against his chest. He runs her back as she catches her breath.
She shivers from the cold water, "P- pick me u- up?"
The man smiles and takes her with him as they wander back to the bed. He lays her down on top of the furs and smiles as she does.
Her hands reach out for him and he willingly falls into her embrace. One of her hands moves down and grabs his cock in her hand. He shivers, "Hey..."
Her hand pulls him towards her slightly and aligns it with her entrance. Kilug smiles, "Are you sure?"
"M- more than a- ah- anything."
The king smiles and moves his arms around. He helps align with her entrance and pushes in. The first initial thrust makes her back arch. He groans as her chest collides with his own. She already feels full.
He pushes forward more and a wanton moan comes from her lips, "Please."
The man smiles and kisses her softly, "You okay?"
"Yes. Pl- please."
"Please what?" He teases.
She groans aloud and slaps him playfully. It makes him shiver and twitch inside of her. The woman smirks and wraps her legs around his middle, "M- my love, pl- pl- please."
Kilug smiles and pushes into her. Soon enough his thigh is touching her backside. She whines and holds onto him. Her sister was right. Ivor lets out a small chuckle and kisses his lips.
"Want me to move?"
"Please."
He does. The first thrust tests the waters and she moans lightly. That's not enough. He pulls out and pounds forward. A loud moan exits her lips. He smirks and moves to her neck. He lays his neck in the crook of her shoulder as he pounds into her.
Her voice heightens as she mutters words. Small jumbles of words come out of her mouth. He does hear a few "I love you"s and "harder". The man smirks and takes her legs and pulls them over his shoulders.
Her back arches as she moans into his mouth. Her hands reach his back and hold onto him. He smiles as her nails drag painful lines down his back. He'd be proud to wear those for the rest of his life.
Ivor whimpers and holds onto him, "Love?"
"Hm?"
She grabs his head and keeps him close, "I- l- love yo- you s- s- so mu- much. You- you're the- the be- best th- th- thing t- to hap- happen to m- me."
It takes her a minute to get it all out, but it only makes tears form in his eyes. Kilug wraps one arm under her and keeps her to his chest. He kneels up, holding her upright in his arms.
She moans and holds onto his face. They kiss with a fever as he bucks up into her. She grinds into him as they go. Her head falls back as she feels her climax approaching. His head falls forward and kisses along her collarbones, "I love you."
"I love y- you too," she whispers back.
One more thrust and a thumb to her clit has her screaming into thin air. She convulses a little as he thrusts into her, helping her high and reaching his. She can feel him cum. It's warm and it makes her smile. Her hands hold her body against his as they both breathe heavily.
Kilug falls forward slowly and lets her lay back on the covers. He rolls onto his side and watches her breathe. Her breasts move up and down with her movements.
Ivor turns to him and smiles. Her bad hand cradles his face and rubs small circles over his cheek with her thumb.
He kisses her hand before pulling her towards him. She lays on top of him completely as they bathe in the afterglow.
Her hand lays on his chest, drawing patterns, "Darling?"
"Hm?"
"Don't you want to clean up?"
Ivor shrugs, "W- wait. I wa- want to feel you."
He smiles and pulls her up to his face. The redhead smiles and kisses him, "A- are y- you pre- pre- prepared for- for the con- conse- consequences?"
It dawns on him and he chuckles. She joins in and shakes her head, "I am as long as you are."
Ivor smiles, "If it d- deals wit- with you, I- I don't m- m- mind."
The king smiles and pulls his queen down to lay beside her. Within the next year, however, two babies are born on a stormy night.
Then came Isiaha and Lynoi: the heirs to the throne. One temperamental princess and a powerful prince.
On that stormy night, the woman spoke a verse. Something they would share for years: "I love you."
The orc then repeated the same verse, yet only with a bigger smile and a baby in his arms: "And I love you, my dear."
#monster#monsters#monster boyfriend#monster romance#female protagonist#male love interest#orc#orc romance#stuttering#character with stutter
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Remembering my legacy story...
That tag has me thinking about my legacy story and how the story was shaped by my discoveries and ignorance while learning about this game. The first few generations were kind of tragic. I played vanilla and on normal life, and it took me until the day before X's birthday to get married. I was so scared he was gonna die without children, causing me to fail the challenge on the first try lol. He actually was engaged before, but his fiancé showed up the night before the wedding as an elder!! My boy had to start all over. UGH! He eventually found someone, but he had to propose to her three times! FINALLY he got married and had two children before he croaked.
His wife died on their son's teen birthday, leaving both children an orphan! I was terrified social services was gonna come and take them away! 🤣 I didn't know yet that teenagers were just baby-faced adults. 😑 But man, that period was hard. Those poor kids had to grow up way too fast. They got jobs to pay the bills, and they had almost zero free time. They were tired ALL the time because all they did was work. They had their jobs, but they also had a garden they had to take care of because the flowers paid the lion's share of the bills. They stopped doing their homework because it took up too much time. Their grades plummeted, and the principal called every day. But somehow I discovered you could have their birthdays at any time, so I aged the oldest one up like 4 or 5 days early because those poor kids needed a break!
(more generations under the cut)
At the end of generation two and through three, I felt like I had a good handle on the game and what it could do, so my curiosity came out and so did Stories By Jes2G lol. That's when this story started to get real messy LOL. My heir had a girlfriend, but the relationship wasn't really going anywhere so he started seeing this other girl. But he didn't know girlfriend #1 was pregnant! He fell all the way in love with girlfriend #2, moved her in (learned my lesson from gen 1!!), married her, and knocked her up. They had a happy little family for a while. No sooner than he forgot about girlfriend #1, the bastard son showed up at his door all casual like my mama said you're my daddy...nice house! 🤣 That did not go over well. As a matter of fact, his wife was very upset and tried to burn off some steam on the treadmill. But she was an elder and... RIP Adalynn.
Generation four was when I learned just how much you can learn about your characters just by letting them be autonomous and watching them go. The tragedy of this generation was what happens when two horny teens get married out of high school lol. Those two had nothing in common and led two separate lives under the same roof. That was partly because I was focused on making them complete their aspirations, but also they rarely interacted with each other when they were autonomous. The wife was a career woman and was not interested in having a third child. But the first two were girls, and this legacy was a strict patriarchy and I needed a son. That caused a lot of drama in the story, but he found a way to make her give in. But things were never the same, and she eventually divorced him and left the kids which of course affected the next generation.
Every generation up til like...seven had some kind of drama/tragedy, and I didn't realize it until I stopped and read the story myself. I was like WHOA! This is so much! This is what I put my readers through? LOL I made sure to tone things down in the second half of gen 8 because we needed the break. We had peace and happiness for a while followed by a veeery slow burn. Then I kicked the drama back up and ended on a hopeful tragic note, bring back the fall out from the gen 3 mess. It was a great ride!
I used to love building in The Sims 3, but something about this game's building mechanics completely turned me off. To be honest, I don't quite know what it is about building that just infuriates me. So the generations two through like...eight(???), my legacy house was made up of styled rooms lol. I honestly don't know anyone else who even used those things. I'd just piece together those rooms and close them in with walls lol. Needless, the legacy house was very odd and much bigger than it needed to be because of all these oddly shaped blank spaces. 😅 I made use of every single one of them too!
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Okay y'all. This is the story of how I owe $17,000 to the guy who propositioned me during family night at a local brewery and now I'm committed to bringing sensible wine options to his house for Thanksgiving.
Our tale begins like most do - panic crying in the living room while my house floods.
Because of a freak polar vortex like day in February, my old drafty house and the rust bucket of a boiler in the cellar created a horrific one-two punch that ended in me nearly freezing to death in my own home and almost all of my heating pipes cracking and leaking, flooding my first floor and basement. It was terrifying, beyond stressful, and most importantly to this story, expensive.
After 2 and a half months of living in a hotel, battling insurance companies, daily anxiety attacks, and having 4 grand of insurance money stolen by my bipolar, narcissistic mother, I hit my absolute fucking limit. Friends of mine who are much better off financially than I have ever been in my life offered to help me out of the dark, lonely, and cold hole I'd wound up in.
Three text messages and a lot of tears later, I was in possession of a check for $17,000 and had an official start date for construction. Praise Dolly.
A hop, skip, and a jump through time and we're now in July. I'm paying my friends back in monthly installments and trying not to crumble from the knowledge that it will take me 4 or 5 years of consistent payments to get out from under this loan. But at least I have heat. It's the little things I guess.
My friend, let's call him Mitch, and his wife, who unfortunately shares my name but for this we'll call her Lucette, are kindly checking in on me and inviting me to coffee/dinner/drinks to hang out. Things seem like they're back on track to being normal.
Lucette gets a new job that requires a ton of travel, so I don't see her as much as I do Mitch, but that doesn't bother me, as Lucette and I were never particularly close and spending more than an hour of time with her makes me feel like a dirt poor 19 year old who showed up to a nice dinner party in paint stained jeans and a ripped band tee. We are not energetic or socioeconomic equals.
One weekend, Mitch and I get drinks just to catch up, and he tells me that him and Lucette have made the decision to try out ENM (ethical non-monogamy). They've been married for 7 years, have had a bit of a dry spell due to pandemic close proximity, and there's just the general vibe that they want to try new things. I get it! And I'm encouraging. Life is too short for bad sex, I tell him, and he's thankful I'm not judging them. We have a good laugh about it all - particularly the bit about them seeing my profile on Feeld, as they have one too - and after another beer, I go home.
This is probably the part of the movie where the music changes, warning the viewer that some event is looming and possibly dangerous for our protagonist. If only life had such a soundtrack I could hear.
Throughout the summer and into September Mitch and I see more of each other and I take notice of the uptick in chill weekend day drinking and texts. Nothing about it feels off or motivated by anything other than being bored and wanting to hang out with a friend. And because I know about his ENM journey, I think there's the appeal there of getting to speak freely to someone who won't wrinkle their nose and make jokes about bringing pineapples to neighborhood BBQs. In a stunning change of mental pace, I don't overanalyze it. Perhaps this was a mistake.
One morning I wake up a text from Mitch cancelling plans. I'm secretly thrilled - I didn't want to shower that day anyway. But I can also tell something has gone horribly wrong on his end, but he doesn't say what, so I just "yeah, sure, let me know when you're free next" my way out of the conversation.
When we do talk next, he tells me why he cancelled. Lucette cheated on Mitch during a work trip. They'd established rules within their ENM arrangement that she broke. And she broke them loudly, multiple times, and with her iPad still logged in and left on the kitchen counter in full view of Mitch. Horrible words are said, declarations of 'the best sex of her life' are sent to several group chats, pictures are seen. It's bad.
Mitch is unwell. I comfort him as best as I can and he tells me that he and Lucette aren't pulling the divorce lever yet, but he's still heartbroken and scared he's going to lose his marriage. I feel awful for him. I offer to buy him another beer. He shows me the texts he saw. It's officially A Lot.
From that day on, I become his "my wife cheated on me with the guy she told me not to worry about" therapist friend who he can unload on and get sympathetic words in return. I've been imprinted on by the depressed baby bird hatched by infidelity and low self-esteem. It's not the first time, and I'm certain it won't be the last.
Tell me, how's that soundtrack only you, the audience, can hear? I bet it's tense and full of cello.
A few weeks later, I get a head cold. It's not the end of the world but it's annoying. I'm fevered, stuffy, exhausted, and I have not a drop of soup or broth in my home. Mitch sees my Instagram story about being sick and offers to bring me soup.
"Aww, that's so nice of you, thank you."
"Of course! I'll go get it and be right over."
"Awesome! Just text me when you drop it off."
Thirty minutes later my doorbell rings. My dogs bark their heads off. I'm a little annoyed. The bell rings again. I see Mitch's car in my driveway. I mutter to myself about why he didn't just leave it on the steps as I go to the door. I look disgusting and I'm flushed with a solid 100.2 fever, but I guess I'm having face time with Mitch now. I open the door and he hands over the soup almost immediately, but with an odd look on his face. I thank him and ask what I owe, but he refuses for me to pay him back. I thank him again.
He doesn't make a move to leave.
I tell him I'd invite him in but.... *gestures widely to the PJs I've worn for 3 days in a row and the broken capillaries in my nose and the dogs still barking behind the second entryway door*
He smiles awkwardly and says it's okay. He still doesn't leave.
"So... how are you, Mitch?"
His shoulders slump. "I'm not doing great."
Ah. There it is. Mystery solved. My time has been bought with soup and he's lingering to collect on it. So I lean on my door, sniff back a disgusting level of mucus, and brace myself for whatever is about to be said. Turns out, Lucette couldn't stop texting the Best Sex Ever guy and possibly is fixated on him due to some weird aging hot girl nonsense. Mitch tells me he and Lucette are separating. She's sleeping in her home office. The mess got messier. I tell him I'm so incredibly sorry, this is awful, etc etc etc. He stays for 20 minutes to tell me all of this and get as much of a pep talk as I can muster while trying not to sneeze directly in his eyes.
In the interim, I've gotten several strangely loaded texts from Lucette, telling me she's glad Mitch has me and that she knows he values my friendship and advice on things.
Alexa, play "She Knows."
But I keep things as vague as possible, because I don't want to shove myself even more in the middle. I didn't choose to be imprinted on, but I can choose not to encourage a more permanent bond. Call me a wildlife rehabilitation center.
Being sick takes me out of commission for a while, and I have to reschedule multiple things, including getting beer with Mitch. That doesn't deter him from messaging me of course, but I don't see him for a couple weeks. When I'm feeling better, I tell him we should check out a brewery we've never been to before and we set a day.
This is probably the part when the audience yells as the protagonist not to go. Don't get in the car. Stay home.
Ah, to not be a participant in the narrative.
I get to the brewery and immediately I notice 2 things: 1, it's family Sunday Funday, and 2, the vibes around Mitch are........uncomfy. I turn into a socially anxious motormouth. I can't stop talking about literally everything that doesn't matter, including the child at the table next to us playing a solo game of Uno and the 80's music playlist.
I order my beer and finally force myself to chill tf out. Maybe I've picked up on a vibe that has nothing to do with me. Maybe he's just feeling weird. Maybe I'm just insane. All of these options are valid.
Halfway thru our drinks, Mitch brings up the odd texts from Lucette. "I think I know why she was being weird with you."
"Oh? Why?"
I sip my beer and wait.
He says, "So, back when Lucette and I decided to open up our marriage, we had a discussion about who we'd see ourselves dating..."
Hey audience, how's that music crescendo?
I blink.
Mitch gestures with his beer. "And obviously, your name was at the top of my list."
And because I'm the definition of smooth, I practically shout, "REALLY???" so loudly 5 people turn around and look at me.
Mitch doesn't even look away from me. Instead, he stares deeper into my eyes and asks, "Do you ever see that becoming a possibility?"
Me. Dating Mitch.
After months of supporting him through a painful, messy separation that hasn't even really become official. After knowing way too much about his sex life. After all the sad boy memes and depressed 1am texts he's sent. After being forced to read his angry, sexually charged break up poetry in front of him 2 beers in at the bar.
AFTER I HAD TO BORROW $17,000 FROM HIM AND LUCETTE.
I verbally flounder for a painfully long 12 seconds while watching that little girl beat herself with another Uno Reverse card, and finally land on a gentle but firm rejection of the idea. I don't have a chance to mentally process all the messed up parts to this messed up puzzle in the moment but when I get home it starts to click.
They had that conversation in the spring. Around the time that I had to borrow the money in the first place. And while I don't have proof, I can almost guarantee that Lucette vetoed Mitch's suggestion of bringing me into their situation, and now that they're breaking up, he feels like he can take a swing at it (pun? unintended?)
Which means that every single interaction, every single conversation and hang out, every single dollar bill I borrowed is colored with the knowledge I now possess which is that Mitch, for however long, has wanted to fuck me.
He's wanted to fuck me so. Goddamn. Bad.
Audience, I bet you're the star at your optometrist's office with all that 20/20 vision. I'm honestly jealous.
No wonder Lucette was sending probing texts with the energy of "I know you know, and now you know I know." No wonder Mitch attached himself to me like a duckling trying to cross a busy road. No wonder both of them were so earnestly checking on me when I first moved back into my house. NO WONDER MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND HAD BEEN SCREAMING "YOU'RE IN DANGER GIRL" FOR WEEKS.
And before ALL of this, Mitch had organized Thanksgiving at his house since Lucette would be out of town, and one of his friends created a list of what people can bring. I signed up for wine, since it means I don't have to cook. And when this entire thing came to a head, I started to write an "I'm bailing" text to Mitch. But before I could pull that trigger, our mutual friend messaged me to say how happy she is that I'll be there and that she's missed me.
So now, after finding out that Mitch has wanted to get his dick in me for months (if not longer) without even considering the power imbalance of me owing him SEVENTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, I have to pick out a sensible red and white wine and show up at his house at 2pm on Thursday.
Audience. Reader. Friends.
I am.... stressed. And in serious debt.
And apparently hot enough to possibly instigate an argument between spouses.
Cue the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving song.
This year I'm grateful for autonomy and friends willing to come up with a code word in case I need to escape quickly.
#ohhhhhhhhh this is bad bad badbadbad#“obviously” SORRY??? OBVIOUSLY????????#OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE AT THE TOP OF MY LIST#WHAT LIKE I'M FRESH MEAT ON YOUR GROCERY LIST???#WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK#this is edging closer and closer into financial abuse territory and I HAVE to get out from under it#he didn't even think about how bad this could be for me#or how uncomfortable it would make me#and here I am just trying not to freak out about owing them money for the next 5 years of my life#AND HE GOES AND PROPOSITIONS ME#I can't#this is too much#god this sucks#what do I even do now??#this was not the holiday I anticipated#storytime#tumblr stories
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Idk if you have seen haunting of the hill house but I can't stop thinking of vegaspete in that universe. Like all of the cousins and brothers and like the conflict would be so delicious before finally arriving to love romantic or familial what have you. I just...there is really no horror au or spooky au when it comes to VP.
Like anything mike flanagan would suit them. I can literally see them playing out midnight mass. Vegas in the role of the priest bringing in a entity so that he may get the chance to live a life with Pete!
HI I LOVE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE SO MUCH MORE THAN I HAVE WORDS TO EXPRESS 👁️👄👁️
it’s a masterpiece. so much love was put into every single aspect of it, and it fucking SHOWS in the final product. i could write a novel length essay, but i won’t, because i’m trying to be normal about this. somehow.
the possibilities for the theerapanyakuls’ various traumas manifesting as hauntings are endless and delicious, and imo could really work within canon as well. you mentioned midnight mass too for vegaspete and you’re definitely onto something there, because vegas has his weird religious culty vibe going on already with his naked firehazard mirror sessions. a lot of devil/demon metaphors have made the rounds for him (as well as a highly entertaining demon vegas au by @blackwatervial) and i’m a big sucker for anything that fits the ‘religious & horny’ aesthetic.
i imagine vegas doing what his father demands him to do, and with each killing and round of torture and bad bdsm etiquette scene, his sins and inhumane acts begin to turn him into something inhuman. into a demon of his own making. it’s what he believes he was always meant to be, always was inside. a monster. maybe he also pushes himself to become like this to please his father. maybe his father is always calling him too soft, too human, so vegas strips away his humanity and flays his own soul into scraps to lay at his father’s feet — but it’s still not good enough.
he starts getting delusions (or in his mind he finally sees the truth) about the reason for his failure being the main family, where korn is god and the guards are his angels keeping vegas from the glory he deserves because they’re punishing him for his sins.
i’m remembering the bloodstain pattern on pete’s back during the coup, across his shoulderblades as if seeping from wounds left behind by angel wings having been ripped off. so yeah, maybe to vegas, pete is an angel, and in when he captures pete he strips him of his status, cuts into his halo, burns and then rips off his wings, and finally makes him join vegas in sin. he falls for pete, obviously, finds beauty in the extremely fucked up thing he’s remade pete into, worships pete in his own flawed way — and once he loves pete, the beautiful haze of it drops away. all that’s left is a man, broken beyond repair, all by vegas’ hands. angel or not, vegas destroyed the one good thing he had, the one thing that could have saved him.
(on a non vegaspete sidenote, kim’s whole thing is protecting his family. the way kim’s fear could manifest, is that the moment he starts caring about someone, he can no longer see them as they are but rather as a brutally murdered version of themselves. it’s horrifying to look at, scares him to death, and it makes him push them away,even though the reason they look like this to him is because he loves and cares for them. he sees his brothers like that and one day he starts seeing chay like that too. maybe with chay the blood even drips down onto the floor, audible even when every other sound around them should be loud enough to drown it out. and it’s all part of his motivation to go to the extremes he does to both protect the people he loves and push them away; he’s terrified of them actually becoming the corpses he sees them as.)
🧍♂️ y’know how i said i wasn’t going to write an essay. i guess my final note is that the minor family compound was made for haunting, it’s practically asking for it, especially with its mazelike structure and all of vegas’ trauma weighing down the very air inside.
thank you so much anon for sending me this ask and making my brain go zoom, i had a lot of fun imagining vegas (and kim) getting haunted. 😊💖
(also, anyone who hasnt seen haunting of hill house go watch even if you don't like horror, trust me)
#wow ok#something took over me as i tried to answer this ask#thank you so so much for sending me this ask!!!#i had a lot of fun answering it#and thinking of what my favorite trauma vessels would be haunted by#i didnt even touch pete in this really#maybe that's for the best#wouldn't know where to begin w him#anyways i am not a horror writer#but i am embarrassingly into haunting of hill house#i want to eat that show whole#haunting of hill house#kinnporsche the series#vegaspete#kimchay#not even i saw the kimchay addition coming#text#...this better not have awakened anything in me#i don’t even think i addressed your comment all that well#because rather than putting the characters into a flanagan scenario i just applied a flanagan lense to canon
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“Come sit by the fireplace, it’s getting cold” but with Streya? Maybe her as a Human, towards a Borrower or a few Borrowers? 👀
heheh got the second one done and more to work on! Ty for this Oz my mind got absorbed pretty quick for this one!!
Warmth in the Cold
Streya hadn’t expected the blizzard to knock out the power. She was pretty relieved she’d finished the baking earlier. Although the silence around her kept her nervous. She’d noticed something else was living in her house with her. She was almost positive whatever it was wasn’t just an animal. She didn’t know where they were or how they’d handle the cold.
“Come sit by the fireplace, it’s getting cold,” she called out. It felt a bit foolish to speak to no one, but if she was right she didn’t want them freezing. “They don’t think the power is coming back until tomorrow afternoon.”
Streya waited. Minutes passed by without any sign of someone coming closer. She could be wrong, the things in her house could just be mice. Although she’d rather they be somewhere warm too. Just as she was about to give up there was movement at the edge of the fire’s light.
Slowly a person small enough to fit in her hand stepped forward. Her jaw dropped as they kept walking. Everything she imagined had never included a tiny person. She was expecting more like the talking mice from old cartoon movies. She started to lean forward, the way the small person stiffened made her freeze. She wanted a closer look, but didn’t want to scare them back into the cold.
“Wh-what do you want f-for the fire?” he asked. His voice was deeper than she expected for someone so small. “A-am I… am I a good trade?”
“What!?” she shouted. The small man winced and she frowned. Streya took a deep breath telling herself to be quiet for the small person. “I don’t want anything, but if that’s not good enough maybe company? I’m pretty lonely sitting here in the dark and cold on my own.”
The man turned and ran off. She sighed, but accepted they didn’t want to stay near her. Hopefully there was some way he could be near the fire without being in the open. It was probably something he’d prefer based on his actions. She was trying to think of what she could do when movement came from the dark again.
This time the man led a group forward. She could see now he was smaller than the others behind him. She had about ten tiny humans in front of her, each shivering something fierce. It hurt her to see how cold they were, how long they waited to even approach. Once the group stopped moving she was tempted to lie down and surround them with her arms.
“Oh!” she gasped. She climbed to her feet and ran to her kitchen. The sweets she’d made earlier would be nice to eat near the fire. She grabbed some napkins and the container before making her way back.
As she walked towards the fire the group had huddled together. Small faces all stared up at her. She only realized as they grabbed each other when she took a step what had happened. She was used to being big. She was tall and heavy, things that could make someone nervous. These people fit in her hands and she’d jumped up and ran off. It must have been terrifying to them. She pushed the realization away to focus on why she’d run off in the first place.
She set down the container not too close to the small group. Then she moved to lie on her stomach. She opened the dish and grabbed one of the cookies. She placed a napkin out then set the cookie on top of it. That was the best thing she could think of to offer them as a plate. Eating off the floor or from her hands just felt cruel, they weren’t animals.
“Sorry, I made cookies this morning before the power went out,” she whispered. “When I was younger my family would sit around the fire eating cookies and telling stories. It felt like something to do to distract us from the power outage.”
The little man who first showed himself stepped away from the group. He walked up to the cookie she’d placed and sat down. She watched as he ripped off some of the baked good and took a bite from it. The smile on the small face made her heart feel warm.
“What kind of stories?” he asked.
Streya gave him a bright smile. She dove into stories that her family had shared every year. Ones they made up, some based in fact and others that had been from books they memorized. The others slowly joined him eating the cookie and sitting around eating the sweet. The group of small people seemed to enjoy what she said, it made her sad as she started to get tired. She didn’t want this warm night in the dark and cold to end.
It became a fight to keep her eyes open. Each time she had to force them open one of the small people had moved closer. Eventually she felt them climbing to rest on the small of her back. Another nestling into the crook of her neck. Some of them rested against her side. The small man who’d been the only one to speak climbed up and rested against her cheek. She managed to open her eyes enough to see the small form pressed against her. She carefully shifted one of her hands up to surround him. The best she could do for a hug.
As she fully gave in to sleep she was determined to learn all their names the next morning. To make sure they knew this was a home for them as much as herself, especially after such a calm night near the fire.
#gt#giant/tiny#giant tiny#awkwardanswers#g/t#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#OC:Streya
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21 and/or 23 for our duck, plus any of the other/bonus prompts that you think will fit
ofc Aqua enjoy <3
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Disclaimer: All Dsmp/rp about characters not real people.
prompts:
21.) I think i'm traumatized
23.) I don't deserve this
Credit: Both the prompts and this au was made by @proudfreakmetarusonniku it's a wonderful person and my favorite c!primer so show them love.
(Tws)
Torture
conditioning
c!Dream neg
Whump
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Ok enjoy!!!1
Quackity almost fell as he backed away, his nails digging into his palms. His eyes darted around the room he had woken up in. It looked like a doll house, a lamp set to the left of a perfectly made bed. A low laugh sent his attention darting back to Dream who slowly stalked forwards, backing him farther and farther into the wall.
Quackity bared his teeth. “ Let me go.” It was difficult to talk. He had not only woken up on the floor but with a fucking collar pressing on his neck. Dream smirked slightly and lifted his hand to show a lever with a simple red button on the top. “Quackity I think you need to calm down. You’re terrified. You’re a dumbass, you got in a bad place, it's fine.” He moved closer as he talked, pushing Quackity closer and closer to the wall. Quackity’s veins filled with white hot panic. “Fuck off. Why don’t you shove it up your-” Dream pressed the button.
Quackity’s last clear thought was “so that's what the collar was for” before his brain was overode with pain. He crumpled to the ground unable to even scream, the skin of his neck feeling like it was being held over open flame. It felt like someone was ripping his bones out by hand. As quickly as the pain came it was gone and Quackity was left on the floor. He heard Dream’s footsteps and struggled to lift his head pushing himself upwards with hands. Dream laughed above him, stepping on his left hand. The bones cracked and Quackity plummeted, his face almost slamming on the ground before Dream reached down and grabbed Quackity under his arms dragging him to his feet. Quackity shoved him away with his good hand. “Stop. Fuck off- Don’t you fucking touch me.”
Dream laughed and removed his hands dramatically as if to show that he could hurt Quackity again at any moment but chose not to. “Do you like your new room?” He asked casually if he hadn’t just been torturing him. Quackity stepped away, hurt hand tucked to his chest to protect it.
“This isn’t my room.” He snapped not making eye contact. Old survival instincts rose up and told him to not speak too loudly or make eye contact even as he shoved it down with anger.
Dream laughed loudly. “Your room is gone now Big Q. The whole server is! It’s just a handful of us now. A big happy family.” He didn’t seem sad at all, smiling brightly as if the destruction of the server was a funny joke. Quackity hissed. “You’re not my family.” In answer Dream pressed the button collar.
Quackity managed to stay on his feet this time leaning on the wall. Dream just kept his hand on the button. A minute passed then a second. Quackity’s knees finally buckled and he fell to the ground, slumping on the wall. He bit his tongue hard, refusing to whimper or sob or make any kind of noise. After a moment his vision went black and spotty and he barely even felt Dream grab him and lift him to his feet once more. He carried Quackity easily, one finger still on the button. Quackity screamed between his teeth as the pain kept going. He was thrown into a chair, his ankles and wrists bound to a chair. Dream leaned forwards and gently patted his cheek brushing involuntary tears off.
“Too much Big Q? You can dish it out but can’t take it?” Quackity hissed between his teeth. “Fuck off.” he gasped. Dream released the button. Quackity slumped backwards into his chair and would have fallen to the ground if Dream hadn’t bound his wrists or ankles.
“Don’t you deserve this?” Dream asked. Quackity coughed spitting blood on the ground from where he had bitten his tongue “I don’t deserve this.” He snapped. Dream laughed. “Quackity come on now.” Quackity shut his eyes trying to teach himself to breathe once more. “I don’t deserve this,” he repeated. Dream’s playful smile faded and pressed the button once more.
Quackity had no idea how long it lasted. It could have been four minutes, thirty minutes or two hours until Dream stepped away. Quackity kept his eyes open, his body still shaking. He would not pass out. Not while Dream was still in the room. Dream laughed at his defiance. “So brave.” He reached over and yanked a feather from Quackity’s wings. Quackity screamed before he could stop himself trying to pull away. Dream twisted the bloody feather between his fingers. “Anything you want me to tell Tommy?” Quackity swore at him. He didn’t see Dream swinging at him until it was too late.
The next few days, weeks, months were a limbo. Dream visited randomly. When he wasn’t there Quackity paced the room trying to stay fit until he was too weak to move. Dream was a fickle host feeding him a feast one day and then starving him the next. Months, weeks, years after Quackity first woken up in the room he woke up on the floor once again this time to Dream shaking his shoulder.
Dream smiled when he saw Quackity was awake. “Hey.” he patted Quackity’s shoulder and this time Quackity was too exhausted to flinch away. It felt good, the first gentle touch he had gotten in ages.
Dream’s hand traced down Quackity’s shoulder blade to his wing and tugged gently on the feathers. Quackity froze. Dream twisted the ax in his left hand . “These wings are so pretty, they would be a great cloak don’t you think?” Quackity panicked. He couldn't lose his wings. He shoved Dream away scrambling back too weak to actually stand. “I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry. I think I’m traumatized. Just.” Dream stepped forwards and Quackity moved backwards until his back hit the wall. “I deserve this ok?” Quackity sucked in air. “I deserve this.” Dream leaned down, raising his hand. Quackity flinched but the other just patted his shoulder again. “That wasn’t so hard right?” Quackity leaned into the touch, eyes shut so tight he didn’t see the ax raise.
#whew i hope you liked this because i love this au#c!quackity#c!dream#c!dream neg#tw!torture#big happy family au#aqua my dear#meta my favorite freak
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@_@ for Selvika?
Send @_@ to have my Muse enter a state of pure rage.
((So to be honest (My) Sevika doesn't actually let herself to into pure rage often so uh... have this. Content warnings for violence, blood, gore, police brutality.))
It was rare for Sevika to give into that temper of hers after years of learning self control. Time in a cell, running a crew, working for Silco, and if she was completely honest dealing with Jinx had made her quite good at it. However rare didn’t mean never, and this particular day her control found itself completely gone. There should be rules even in the middle of a protest bordering on a riot for how the Enforcers behaved, but this three person group that had gotten separated from the rest had forgotten the rules entirely. Three enforcers masked and helmeted looking more like soldiers sent to put down a rebellion than police stood above a woman with her arms around two children, and as Sevika started walking towards them about to call out one of the enforcers brought down the butt of their weapon against the woman’s head knocking her down onto the ground and unconscious. It was anyone’s guess as to if she would ever wake again, and the two children started to whimper and cry.
Sevika, had her limits. The sight of three people who represented all that she hated once again brutalizing people in her home that had done nothing wrong and quite possibly orphaning the Children of Zaun broke those limits so thoroughly they shattered like glass.
Cape tossed off of her shoulders to the ground there was a growling noise like some great bear expressing a rage so deep it could never be rid of it, and the tall woman charged. The first enforcer found herself grabbed by the throat and tossed into another one sending them across the street and prone on the ground. The last one standing who had been the one to actually hurt the woman had just enough time to get his rifle into position but Sevika was too close and slapped it out of the way with her mechanical arm opening him up before her knee slammed into his stomach driving him back with a hoarse gasp, and then a grunt escaped from him as her leg shot out following up with a round house kick that would have broken ribs if it wasn’t for his body armor.
One enforcer on the ground managed to pull out a pistol and fire it grazing Sevika’s shoulder which would turn out to be a fatal mistake. Turning Sevika simply grabbed a nearby slab of stone which had been propped up for people to tape fliers to with her mechanical arm and tossed it into the air before punching it. The next thing anyone heard was a high pitched scream that sounded of pure agony as the enforcer’s legs were utterly crushed beyond any fixing. That sound of pure growling almost incoherent rage had been coming from Sevika the entire time as she moved around showing anyone watching why she was one of Zaun’s most fearsome combatants. There was a reason Sevika had survived as long as she had, and how she’d kept her place by Silco’s side.
A click could be heard and Sevika’s hand moved to her collection of shimmer vials slotting one into her arm. As it closed there was a spark of shimmer running along her arm and her head went back for a split second as her eyes glowed purple, and suddenly she moved. If the enforcers had been basically helpless before they were in an even worse situation now. A snarl on her face she lunged to the side and forward faster than before which on someone as naturally large and strong as she was in combination with her taloned mechanical arm was terrifying.
“You think you can come down here, and treat us like animals? Fine let me show you what an animal can do. What a monster can do! How a monster protects it’s own!” Voice practically a scream as the sight of those two crying children and the sound of their fear filled weeping stayed in the back of her head mixing with similar sights throughout the years. The talons on her arm went into one enforcers shoulder ripping outwards and leaving their arm hanging by a shred. “You people made this happen!”
A booted foot smashed down on a chest with the impact reverberating upwards as she felt the body armor protecting them. That feeling of protection only enraged her more. In that moment it was reminder of the safety people in Piltover had, the money their greed produced, the resources they had stolen, and their arrogance in thinking they could continue to treat Zaun like it didn’t matter at all. Her foot came down over, and over, and over again steadily collapsing the body armor into the man’s body until the pressure itself made him spit up a collection of blood and fluids as his hands slammed down against the ground and he shook his head pleading for her to either stop or to finish him quickly. One enforcer dying from legs crushed, and arm ripped off. Another unable to do anything as his own body armor shoved agony through his body with every movement and attempt to get a breath that left one. The one who had started the whole thing by hitting the mother in the head.
“I can’t decide if I should kill you all, or just drag you to Singed and let him have a few new research subjects.” Eyes wild with rage and blood dripping from her talons she stalked towards the enforcer. Utterly panicked and unprepared for the events that had just so very quickly escalated to a point he didn’t imagine was even possible he tried to shoot her, but shaking hands and Sevika’s quick movements made it impossible for him to land a shot. Her flesh hand back handed him across the face, and then the punishment started. Her mechanical arm holding him against the wall as her free hand hammered into his face repeatedly almost as though it was also a machine that refused to stop. Nose broken, jaw broken, teeth scattered across the street, cheek shattered, brow battered inwards the man was reduced to a whimpering crying piece of meat as Sevika took out years worth of rage on him. Her fist grew bloody, and eventually she turned throwing him against the stone slab she’d crushed his fellow enforcers legs with.
Stalking towards them with all three dying or helpless there was no mercy at all in her eyes. There would be a few minutes filled with screams, groans, whimpering pleas. Sevika giving no real answer except taunting words of hatred or growling noises as she used her fists and boots and whatever was near by to steadily beat them to death. At the end she stood up, and offered one last comment. “Let’s see how you fucking pigs like the boot down against your throat.” One by one her boot came down on their throats. No quick stomp here, but a slow steady pressure as she met their eyes and the weight of it suffocated them to death.
The coldness of their end brought them no comfort as their panicked bodies trying desperately for air thrashed as much as they could still manage and they bucked upwards and from side to side only causing themselves all the more pain and agony.
By the end it was a scene that might make someone think a brutish ogre had rampaged, and put three humans through more pain than anyone should ever suffer… except… there was a mother.
A mother who had been dragged over to the side of the street, and slightly into an alleyway by her children to try to protect her. Not from Sevika, but from any other enforcers showing up.
Except the enforcers had guns by their sides, and their helmets making them seem not like humans but inhuman things enforcing their will on people they saw as below them.
Except that in that moment for all her rage Sevika had been doing the most natural thing in the world.
Protecting her people.
#Look if you get Sevika or Silco fully enraged there is GOING to be violence lol#postarcane#sevikaanswers#violence cw#blood cw#gore cw#police brutality cw
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An Annotated List of Men's Tinder Profiles Part 14
Friends, it’s been a while but I’m feeling inspired. We could all use a laugh.
Blow me up with your stories, I will return the favour in a different way!: My stories are very violent
Hey, I’m [Name]. I like to stay active with home workouts and gym sessions: honestly, a level of laziness that I have to respect
I like it all and find it easy to get into conversation. Less politics the better though (mindfulness): is that what mindfulness is?
I must admit, I was born at an early age: yeah, we all were, man
I believe people take to many pictures of themselves, especially dudes. If you have more than 2 it’s too much. First should be DL and the last one: fellas, is it gay to gaze upon your own visage?
If the world didn’t suck, we’d all fall off: You cannot convince me that this is not what flat earthers believe
No I don’t eat chicken n rice. I only eat nachos tyvm!: So offended by the two most common foods in the world
No Low Vibrational Shit. Im impressed by almost nothing: I’m no vibrations expert, but surely never being impressed by anything isn’t the good vibes-producer you think it is?
If ur someone that wakes up in the morning and the 1st thing u do is eat food and then brush your teeth don’t match me plse: This totally mystifies me in a way I really love
I just discovered that I like sushi it’s ok if you don’t like it I will never ask you to go to the restaurant with me: will he just never go to a restaurant with me period or just that sushi restaurant in particular?
If you can climb me like a tree, then I will expose my flaws, and also…intelligence is a vivacious. Handle that, then we can get hands on…show me u can be a commander of chiefs: I have so many questions. Are the flaws a reward? A vivacious what? Which chiefs am I commanding?
Just a young 29 year old very energized young man Looking for a beautiful thick mature juicy cougar woman…I’m a young energizer bunny that goes deep for long hours: hey, do you think this guy is freaking out about turning 30?
Trust me I’m on job. I ain’t trying to blow my own trumpet but every time I meet up with someone, have sex, make love whatever they always say they can’t feel there legs I don’t get it is it a nervous system thing or something. Or maybe they’ve watched too much which chicks but anyways I’m apparently paralysing women: this just really cracks me up. No notes.
The current efforts are for the sake of not asking others for help in the future. Strength is the strongest foundation. Remember, life is not about winning sympathy through tears, but winning applause through sweat: I would argue that life is about neither of those things
Fat, lazy, nerdy, piece of garbage. Looking for will to live. I’ve been told I have a soothing aura: this can’t possibly be true
Sorry hoes u had ur chance but Ark Survival ascended is out its Game Time now: how ever will we comfort ourselves?
If swipe right = Okay with clothes ripped: inaccurate
Not interested in Norses, real estate agents, fitness sick girl’s, vegetarian, and women with children from different fathers: he wants to slut shame, but he also hates Vikings and people who want to sell him a house
I think the world of Canada. But Canada doesn’t provide women in return. Canada is a dishonourable citizenship: this man thought that he’d take his oath to the queen and then his nationally assigned wife would be like “let’s go”
Tired of endless swiping? Bored with ‘modern dating’? Sick of comparing and being compared? Fuck all that! Ler’s build a Sex temple, run by a robot mommy, that does all the boring decision making for us and leaves us to have fun. Like life is supposed to be, remember?: Dating apps are always a bit dystopian but this truly takes it to another, more terrifying level. Look, if I ever encounter an adult who wants a “robot mommy” in real life, I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.
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Leave Mukuro
Mukuro's fat lip is dryin'
The jerk face's bacon fryin'
The shiner 'round her eye's
Gone bust and bleeding
They shouts, "Girl, set the table!"
But they know she ain't able—
Her arm's done broke
And limp like yoke
And softly she's repeating
"Leave, Mukuro
Why don't you march out that door?"
Japan woman, she ain't no good to you
Leave, Mukuro
danganronpa wants war
But it's you dying on her pepto plains
And yet loyal Mukuro remains
Ever since they got him laid off
her sanity just made off
No, she was never nice
But now they’re cruel
she hurts her
And she beats her
She don't ‘fess how she treats her
‘Cause a Bible verse says it won't get worse
And she won't be a fool
You won't never
Leave, Mukuro
'Cause if you walk out that door
Her men will be gunnin' for you
No, you won't
Leave, Mukuro
Or she'll give you what for
Ya got heart where you shoulda had brains…
And so loyal Mukuro remains
Someone's
Howling (AAAAAAAAAAAH)
Screams like sighing
With battered breath (O-o-oh!)
Grating
Growling (AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH)
Never dying (AH)
In a fate worse than death…
But months of such conditions
Turn laymen to logicians
And tonight the jerk face's sleeping like a log
So she plucks the kitchen cleaver…
…
Creeps toward her roped up wolf-retriever…
And she cuts the rope, and hope on hope
She starts to shout
"The dog's got out!"
She's got her chance
With no back glance
She runs out to the bog
Screamin', screamin'
"LEAVE, MUKURO!"
Leave, Mukuro
You got a life left to live
In a house hangin' off the golden coast
Leave, Mukuro
You won't forget nor forgive
And she don't feel the stings and rips and scrapes
As finally Mukuro escapes…
THE STORYS NOT OVER YET!
SWIM, MUKURO!
Swim, Mukuro!
And in this swamp of leeches (oh!)
As the preacher preaches
As a light (as a light!)
In the night (in the night!)
Push through the marsh and brushes
As the blood inside you rushes
Left and right (left and right!)
All your might (all your might!)
Until ya reach the bank
And ya crawl onto the bank
‘Til ya feel a little yank on your hair
And stricken stare at the jerk face…
Who beat you there…
The jerk face lies in bed now
Half sad her sister’s dead now
I guess you could say she died
In deep despair
she thinks she used to love her
But push, it came to shove her
A girl disposed
A life case closed
And no one seems to care
To grieve Mukuro
Now no one's on her shoulder…
But her mattress don't feel colder…
In fact it's hellish hot
And the air is dank and steaming
Yet her body starts to shiver
When the window cracks a sliver
And a fiery fog from the miry bog
Pours in the room in a sticky gloom
And there the girl sees dead Mukuro
she's TERRIFIED!
BUT SHE KEEPS HER PRIDE!
CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT SHE AIN'T DREAMING!!
AND SHE STARTS SCREAMING
"Leave, Mukuro!
Hell sent y'all back here for more
'Cause ain't no one ever loved you!"
But said Mukuro
"I come to settle a score,"
And she shows them her feet are bound in chains
And loyal Mukuro
…
Hahahahha
AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
REMAINS!
And remains
And remains!
AND REMAINS!
Someone's
Howling! (AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!)
Screams like sighing!
With battered breath (o-o-oh! AAAAAHHH-)
Grating!
Growling! (AH- AH-)
NEVER DYING! (AHHHH)
In a fate worse than death!
MUKURO, she cries her miserable wail
SO THAT JERK FACE WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!
No—no reprieve, Mukuro
She brings their soul down to hell
A caution to the cruelest women (a caution to the cruelest of)—
GOD LOVES MUKURO!
PRAISE BE!
AMEN!
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