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“Ambition is no crime. Lord Corlys has done well for himself, done so as a result of his own skill, his own determination; such things should be admired.”
Alysanne cups her granddaughter’s cheek with a wry smile on her face, thumb stroking over skin flushed with indignation. “So quick to his defence?”
Finally finishing off a sketch I’ve had on my iPad for over a year! A moment from chapter two of Ex libris featuring my favourite grandmother-granddaughter duo ❤️
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WIP Inspiration Tuesday/Wednesday! :)
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Hi everyone! I am back with a new fic idea I hope to write soon! I'm imagining it to be a one shot. Here is the idea:
I was listening to the song bad omens by 5 seconds of summer
and it made me think of something that I believe is from the single dads fic @diazsdimples is working on. It was about either Buck or Eddie (I can't remember properly) sitting alone in their bedroom many nights trying to call and get a hold of his wife begging for her to come back home. And just the loneliness and hopeless he felt in the moment. (If this isn't from your fic and I remembered incorrectly James, I am sorry) (If this is from something else and someone knows what it is, please let me know and I will update the credit appropriately :) )
The vibe of this song just perfectly captures that feeling, and I want to write a one shot about it. I am imagining it being Eddie pre-118 but still in LA sitting in his room, Christopher was either sleeping or doing his homework, closing his door but leaving it open a crack in case Chris needs him, trying to get a hold of Shannon. Its dark outside when he calls her, and it will go to voicemail. He will plead with her, like he has in all of his previous messages, begging for her to come home. Eddie will either debate on calling her again before deciding against it or he will call her again, it will ring and ring and the hope will build in his chest before it goes to voicemail again. He won't leave another message. It will end with Eddie lamenting about his love for Shannon and his broken family and where it all went wrong. I am also thinking about maybe lacing lyrics of bad omens throughout? We will see.
This is an idea I hope to turn into a fic soon, let me know what your thoughts are :)
I already have a title: "I'm still making sense of having nothing left to say"
(No Pressure Tags!): everyone who tagged me is tagged back for Wednesday or Thursday depending on timezones + @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @devirnis @barbiediaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @therapized-eddie @butraura @aspecbuddie @aroeddiediaz @try-set-me-on-fire @eddiebabygirldiaz @ronordmann @spaceprincessem @weewootruck @princehattric @bucksbackwardcap @l0v3t0hat3y0u @buddstiel @acountrygirlsfun @bucksbirthmark @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @wildlife4life @epicbuddieficrecs @giddyupbuck @buddieswhvre @captain-hen
please let me know if you want to be added or removed :)
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medusapelagia · 3 days
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Second Chances Mixtape
I have joined custody of the boys with @maikaartwork… but I missed having a pic of little Steve so I commissioned one!
This is a scene from the second chapter of my fic that I was deeply in love with and Morgan did such a wonderful job that I couldn't wait to share it!
It's so detailed and I love it so much!
Please meet: Eddie, little Steve, and Rocket!
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ghostinthegallery · 12 hours
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WIP Wednesday!
It's the moment you've all been waiting for.
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Szeras getting punched repeatedly in the face
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princeloww · 2 days
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IS THIS EVERY FANFIC WRITERS DREAM?? BECAUSE ITS MINE. OH MY GOD?? in the WILD
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felicitywilds · 2 days
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Marriage in an Orange Grove
Aziraphale/Crowley | Teen | 4.5k
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Murmurations is the oldest café in Soho, whose clientele is usually limited to reclusive artists, older men who value peace and quiet, and those who know the employees personally. Crowley is all three. (Aziraphale makes Crowley a cup of coffee, and Crowley kind of wants to marry him for it.) ~~~ Written for @gospexchange for @queenofthecute, based on Starlings, by Elbow!
EXCERPT
“What’ll it be today, my dear?” Aziraphale asks, smiling so brightly that Crowley genuinely has a hard time restraining himself from smiling back. But he can’t crack now– he’s got an image to maintain in front of the other baristas. He can let his guard down once he gets to his little corner booth. “Surprise me,” he says cooly, and he sees one of the younger-looking employees almost swoon when her coworker turns to whisper something to her. As Aziraphale rings him up, Crowley lowers his sunglasses a millimeter at the two of them, and tosses a wink their way. That sends them into a tizzy of giggles. “I’d thank you not to terrorize my employees, please,” Aziraphale says absently.
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hey! i have an idea for headcanons to play around with—trevor with a s/o who has a close-knit relationship with her mother. like they call each other, grab coffee together, her mom says ''i love you'' and ''you look nice honey'' freely and stuff like that. idk i feel like there's something there so if you can expand on it? ily thanks <3
HEADCANONS: Trevor dealing with an S/O that’s close to their mother
At first sights, he was astonished. The people he surround himself with don’t have a mother, or if they did, they didn’t see them (like himself). So it was like seeing an alien interact with another alien when he first saw you with your mother.
Jealousy is off the charts. Though he loves you, the trauma hits him in the face. The way you are openly calling your mother, the exchange of affection, the love!!! It makes him want to vomit with jealousy. He may say stuff like “you already called her twice today” or “isn’t that a bit too much?” as he wishes that was him.
Trevor is actually very awkward and uncomfortable around your mother. Something about being around a calm maternal figure is so surreal that he’s constantly on edge. He doesn’t know how to act or what to say. So he just awkwardly watches you and your mother talk.
Slowly he opens up about his own mother.
No. Not slowly… I lied.
He’s unable to hold back his tears and has a breakdown in front of your mother. Like he couldn’t stop it. Trevor rambles about his own upbringing and how it’s so weird seeing you and your mother so close. He may describe it as “like I’m apart of the Holy Trinity.” That was his way of saying he felt like he was apart of a family.
He gets weirdly close to your mother. Not sexually. It may look it, with the look in his eyes, but it’s all admiration. He might get in the way too much. Like include himself in every phone-call or coffee date, but he’s filling the void so you can’t blame him.
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darth-grips · 3 days
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Early in his career as his covert’s beroya, Din Djarin visits Tatooine for the second time ever in pursuit of a bounty. He’s hot, he’s miserable, everything’s stupidly expensive and he keeps getting distracted – primarily by a blonde-haired, blue-eyed local boy. Yeah, he’s pretty. And sure, he can coax a speeder into performing terrifying stunts he’s never seen outside of an action holo. But that’s not necessarily a reason for his instincts to be all over the place when it comes to this boy, right? Right? [A Ye Olde Met on Tatooine AU]
Chapters: 7/??; ~48k words
Rating: E
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ye Olde Met on Tatooine AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Din Djarin, Omega Luke Skywalker, Love at First Sight,though it takes Din a minute to realize it,Minor Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker, POV Din Djarin, Sunshine Luke Skywalker, When I say Non-traditional ABO I mean 'what if ABO but people were like. normal about it', Soulmates, Fantastic Sexism, Sometimes writing about desert hick life on Tatooine can be something so personal, Soft Din Djarin, Din Djarin is Just Some Guy, Beskar Metal Blocks the Force (Star Wars), Oblivious Din Djarin, no beta we die like stormtroopers, Tatooine Culture & Customs (Star Wars)
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I wrote a silly medium-burn Din/Luke canon AU. It features Tatooine hick shenanigans, Din falling in love at first sight but being too stupid to realize it at first, and non-traditional(ish) a/b/o. Lol. Hope you like it!
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scarlettspectra · 2 days
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Defiance
Pairing: Tom Ludlow x F!Reader Tags: nsfw, 18+ Warnings: f!orgasm denied, semi-public sex Word count: 1,0 k Summary: You and Tom have sexy time amidst the law enforcement awards ceremony.
As you both walked along the wall in the big hall, Tom's fingers traced the contours of your dress, skimming over the fabric with a tantalizing touch. You couldn't help but giggle as you playfully waved his hand away.
"You are under arrest for wearing such a sexy dress," he hissed urgently. With a strong grip, Tom lifted you off your feet, your arms remained firmly pressed against your body as he guided you into a dark corner, your legs dangling between his.
"Tom!" you exclaimed in surprise, caught off guard as he swept you into his embrace, a laugh bubbling up from you in response. His large hands sought to possess you, while his lips fervently caressed the tender skin of your neck. Drawing you closer, his fingers traced your hair, pulling you into a tight embrace, a surge of adrenaline coursing through you at the risk of being caught. A soft giggle escaped you, trying to resist his boldness.
"Tom, stop, they can hea —" your words trailing off as he silenced your protestations with a daring kiss. Despite the fear prickling your senses, desire surged within you.
Tom broke away from your swollen lips, a smirk playing on his own as he teased, "Then you should keep quiet." His lips resumed their journey over your skin, leaving a trail of sloppy marks. His hands tightened around your hips, threatening to lift the bottom of your dress. But you resisted, seizing his wrist and attempting to push it down, defiance flickering in your eyes as you met his gaze. Tom's expression turned even more determined. "Disobedience and resistance to a police officer is punishable," his voice low and commanding.
His hand boldly further, slipping into the back of your panties as his fingers dug into your supple flesh, eliciting a gasp from your lips.
"Tom, the awards ceremony is about to start,"  you reminded him with a hint of urgency, attempting to regain control of the situation. Tom's diligent hands continued to explore your skin, his lips making fiery kisses.
"No worries, we're gonna have a quickie," Tom murmured, his voice huskily with need. 
You continued to resist, but he couldn't tolerate it. With a sudden force, he spun you around, causing you to gasp in surprise.
Almost as if mimicking a detention, he deftly seized your right hand with one hand and pinned it behind your back. Simultaneously, he lightly spread your legs apart and pressed you against the wall. His authoritative grip exerted just enough force to guide your head aside, pressing your cheek against the hard surface. You felt the broad expanse of his chest pressing against your back. Amidst the fabric of your delicate dress, you keenly felt the metal buckle of his utility belt, the weight of his firearm holstered at his waist, and of course, his hardness.
His hot breath tickled your ear as he whispered, "You don't want me up there with a boner, do you?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. With a swift motion, he grabbed the delicate elastic band of your panties and pulled it down, exposing your bare skin, stealing your breath away.
"I don’t… but..." You attempted to protest, but his wide, warm hand stroking over your wet folds caused you to forget what exactly you wanted to say. A shiver ran down your spine as pleasure surged through you, and only a moan escaped from your lips, surrendering to his touch.
"...so wet for me," his voice grew more insistent. As he unzipped his fly, you instinctively arched up, offering him better access.
"Good girl," he praised as he teased, his tip along your clit, pausing at your eager entrance. With one confident movement, Tom penetrated you, setting a fast and intense pace that elicited soft moans from your lips, syncing with his ragged breaths. His hands firmly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as your bottom collided more forcefully against his firm hips. As your hand reached between your folds, craving stimulation, he quickly grabbed it and pinned it behind your back once again.
"Nah, no touching yourself. You're being punished," His movements quickened until you felt his warm liquid fill you.
"Fuck," he growled deeply, his manhood twitched inside you.   
Frustration and desire intertwined as you felt hollow inside, yearning to be stuffed by his thick shaft again. He turned you around to face him, his touch gentle as he deftly adjusted your panties, straightened your dress, and tidied your hair. As he kissed you once again, leaving you breathless, each motion of his hands inflamed a fresh wave of desire, rendering you unable to break away from him. You yearned to continue, feeling the dampness of your panties from the mixture of your juices and his release, your pussy throbbing with need.
"While I'm being awarded, I'll be thinking about that you're my needy slutty," he said as he zipped up his fly. Tom's gaze locked with yours as he continued, "And tonight, when we return home, I'll have you screaming my name in pleasure, making you cum so many times that you'll plead for mercy," he vowed before his hand cradled your chin, pulling you into a fervent kiss. 
"Can't wait," you breathed out
He glanced at you with a flicker in his eyes, but then his expression shifted to seriousness as he stood at attention. "How do I look?"
You paused to appraise him, smoothing his tie with a gentle touch before offering a reassuring smile. "You look absolutely perfect," you replied softly.
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madanimalscientist · 2 days
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In Your Heart, I See the Start of Every Night and Every Day (Chapters 1 &2)
Charlie x Vaggie - Soulmate/Soulmark AU:
Angels don't have soulmates - they know exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture.
In which Vaggie Falls, in more than one sense of the word, and Charlie is there to catch her.
Chapter 1 is kind of short so combining chapters 1 and 2 into a single post. Much thanks to the folks at the VoxVal HQ Discord and to @coppercrow for listening to me brainstorm/encouraging me. Crossposted to Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54737719
Chapter 1: Let Us Walk on Stained Glass
“Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven…” Lute’s words echoed in her ears as she scrambled down the alley, staggering, unbalanced and in massive pain, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to hide until this was all over. At least she wasn’t bleeding - the wounds from Lute’s sword had cauterized immediately, leaving the alley and her armor splattered with golden blood. Her underlayer was clean, and she’d stripped out of her armor, shoving it behind the bags of trash that littered the alley. If she could just hide herself somewhere, maybe she could blend in enough to escape notice until she figured out what the Hell (literally) was going on. 
Using her spear as a crutch, Vaggie leaned against a dumpster, briefly catching her breath, as her arm writhed with a strange sensation. It wasn’t the sharp pain of her eye or back, but a creeping, tingling feeling under her skin. She looked down, eye widening in horror as she saw the black markings coiling along her upper arm, spreading out across her shoulder. 
“No, no no no, no no no, not this….” she whimpered. She knew what this was - a soulmark. In humans they were a good thing, a gift after the Fall to remind them of their divine purpose and bring them closer to the Great Plan. Humans needed reminders of how they had deviated from the Path of Righteousness and soulmarks were meant to guide you back to those who would help you attain it, but ultimately they were a symbol of humanity’s distance from the Divine Plan. For angels who had been created out of the stuff of Heaven itself, soulmarks were unnecessary - they knew exactly what purpose they had been created for. You might as well ask if swords had soulmates, or trees, or pieces of furniture. 
She dragged herself further along the alley, slumping against a dumpster as she felt the tingling spread up her collarbone to her throat. The marks barely hurt, especially in comparison to her other wounds, but to Vaggie they might as well have been a searing brand. She was well and truly Fallen now, wasn’t she? When Lucifer and his host Fell, they were marked with symbols of the rings of Hell they were bound to for all eternity, a permanent symbol of their deviation from what had been Divinely Ordained. She didn’t want this! She hadn’t wanted to disobey, all she had done was hesitate. To question, to stop and think, to show mercy. Was that really such a bad enough sin to leave her marked and marred? To cast her from Heaven forever?
She collapsed against the dumpster, her spear skittering underneath it as she fell over, the shock and injury catching up with her. She knew she was a sitting duck like this, but she couldn’t keep going, she was too exhausted. And if she was Fallen now….well, whatever happened, she was going to get what she deserved.
Chapter 2: And What was Just a World is a Star
Charlie picked her way through the wreckage and debris of Pentagram City. The city’s elite had weathered the Extermination in their reinforced bunkers, but most weren’t so lucky. The property damage and carnage caused by the Exterminators had left many Sinners injured or worse, and just because Extermination Day was over didn’t mean danger had passed, far from it, unfortunately. The first few hours were usually quiet enough as people assessed what all had been damaged and lost, but soon enough the turf wars and territory squabbles would start up again. If she wanted to have the best chance of helping survivors without getting caught in the crossfire, this was it.
Already people were barricading their own areas, and she conjured some extra hammers and sandbags for  a group of demons who were trying to reinforce a damaged storefront. Everywhere there were bloodstains and bodies, wreckage and ruin. She helped where she could, where it was welcome - lifting heavy objects here, conjured water and first aid supplies there. About half of those she encountered told her to fuck off and leave them alone, but that wasn’t unexpected, though it was, as always, disheartening. 
Further towards the city center, she found that her favorite bookshop was still standing, but had lost half of its staff when a group of Exterminators had gotten inside. She expressed her condolences to the proprietor, who readily accepted her help in repairing the damage, but even as she used her magic to help mop away the bloodstains, it felt like so little in comparison to what she wanted to do. What was the use of being Princess of Hell if she couldn’t protect her people?
In the past she’d argued that they should do something to stop the Exterminations, that they should be fighting back. She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see his own people as worth fighting for. She spent weeks researching and diagramming and had drawn up a full-on battle plan as to how all the forces of Hell could be combined across the rings to protect the Sinners from the annual purge, only to have her parents firmly explain that this simply wasn’t possible. Getting the Extermination limited to just the Sinners had been difficult enough to negotiate, and any overt move against Heaven could see them plunged into all-out war. 
“The Hellborn are protected from Extermination because of the treaty we signed,” her father had said. “That specifically includes you.There are millions of Sinners, but I have only one daughter! I am not taking the risk that some overzealous nutjob can’t tell the difference between you and an acceptable target and tries it anyway. I can’t lose you! ” The sheer anguish on his face had stopped her in her tracks. They didn’t argue often, but that one had stuck with her. 
She’d dropped the subject, but for a while after it had felt like she couldn’t have a moment to herself, always being watched by her tutors or servants, as if they were waiting for her to run off and declare war on Heaven in a fit of rebellion. As if wanting to save her people was a phase she would grow out of rather than a matter of doing what was right. Things had gotten even more tense and awkward for a while, with lots of uncomfortable silences at meals and lots of Charlie screaming into her pillow when she was alone. She understood their fears, or at least their unwillingness to take overt action, but why couldn’t she at least do something ? Over time, the tenseness and distance got worse, and she was left feeling like neither of her parents understood her....like they didn't want to even try.
Eventually, they’d made a Deal: if she really wanted to move out of the Palace and have her own space, she could live in the family’s old mansion on the outskirts of Pentagram City. But she would not be able to leave the mansion on Extermination Day. She’d rankled at it, but he’d held firm. Once Extermination Day was over she could do as she wished, as long as it didn’t violate the treaty with Heaven, and for the other 364 days of the year she was welcome to try any outreach efforts she wanted. Recognizing it as the best deal she was likely to get, she’d agreed, but some part of her was still disappointed she wasn’t able to do more. Instead, she had focused her efforts on really trying to get to know her subjects, now that she was living a lot closer to their main city.
It had…..not gone as well as expected, honestly. A friendly smile and a can-do attitude got you a lot of places but winning over hearts and minds in Hell was not one of them. A lot of Sinners had blown her off from the get go. But she hadn’t let that stop her, and she kept trying. It had only been a few years but she’d made some headway already, there were a few shops and places in town where she’d become a regular visitor, and had even gotten to know some new people. People that weren’t her former classmates from Hell School or the stuffy Goetia courtiers that ran Hell’s bureaucracy, even! And her post-Extermination Day first aid and cleanup missions had been helping, she was sure of it. 
Passing by the opening of an alley, she saw a woman slumped against a dumpster. She stopped dead in her tracks. Oh no, this wouldn’t do at all…someone by herself all out in the open like this and injured…the Exterminators may be gone but she would be easy pickings for any scavengers that came by. Especially this close to Cannibal Town... If Charlie could move her to a safer location….yes, that would be good! She could help this nice lady find her way home and then still get back in time before the heavy artillery fire got going.
Close up, she could see that the woman was a grey-skinned Sinner with short fluffy white hair, clad in a white and grey dress over black leggings. Her soulmark, larger than most, appeared to be some sort of musical notation, oh how cute! Of course the more pressing issue was the woman’s eye, which was clearly badly injured. Good thing she had been passing by, the Sinner clearly needed medical attention right away. With an injury like that, no wonder she had passed out, and who knows how long she had been lying there. Yes, she could help patch her up and get her to safety, and there would be one less Sinner in danger. It wasn’t much, what she did could never be enough, but it was something at least. She carefully moved closer, and as she did, the woman’s other eye opened, revealing a red sclera with a pale gold iris. 
“Excuse me, miss? Hi, sorry, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” She asked, leaning in towards the woman, her voice full of concern. 
“Mmmmh?”  The woman looked up at her blearlily, still slumped boneless against the dumpster. 
Right! Always best to ask before rendering medical attention but needs must. “Hi, I’m Charlie, I’m here to help you, okay? You’ve been badly injured. Just sit right there, and I’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy!” She knelt in front of the woman, pulling out some gauze from her pocket. “Let’s get your eye seen to…”
She moved to start bandaging the woman’s face, feeling a prickle of static electricity in the air as she got closer. She briefly wondered if a storm was coming in, resolving to get them both under cover as soon as possible just in case, and reached towards her face. 
Time seemed to slow as she touched the other woman’s skin, the slightest touch of fingers against cheek sending an electric shock between the both of them. It was like touching a live wire. No, it was like being the wire. No, it was like being the storm itself, electric and euphoric all at once. It was so intense it felt like it should have hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all! It felt amazing, like she was touching Creation itself, like whatever this was, it was Exactly Right. 
She came back to herself, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers were still gently touching the other woman’s cheek, but they were sitting in a small crater, the alleyway around them having been reduced to rubble from what had just happened. 
She felt herself blushing as they both stared at each other in wide-eyed shock.
“Ooooooh my gosh!”
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More to come, probably after Easter - anticipating about 6 chapters all told probably? Will feature Lucifer in flashbacks in future chapters, and some Ozzie/Fizz in later chapters as well.
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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor & Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Original Characters Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Rape Recovery, Gang Rape, Enemies to Lovers, Blood Drinking, Slow Burn, Angst and Feels, Secret Relationship, Self-Hatred, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Bonding, Restraints, Power Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Past Rape/Non-con, Blood Magic, Demon Blood, Blood Kink, Addiction, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, using each other, dom/sub dynamics, dub con
Summary: After being confronted by Charlie for not taking out Adam sooner, Lucifer's darkest secret is at risk of being exposed by the last person he'd ever want knowing: Alastor. They eventually make a deal and get a bit more than they'd bargained for.
A/N: This took a different turn I wasn’t expecting. And poor Lucifer has so much trauma.
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abby118 · 2 months
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✨Having someone who is invested in your story and discusses it with you is like a solid half of the fun of writing. I'm not even kidding.✨
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usedtobecooler · 2 months
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eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.
tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, size kink, oral m receiving, piv sex, praise kink, dirty talk, general debauchery. for my love @raccoonboywrites
and, listen, you’re not a size queen at all. don’t care much for how big or small a cock is so long as whoever it’s attached to knows how to use it. but you gasp out loud once you get your fingers dig under eddie’s waistband, pulling the offending material down to let his length spring out.
it’s enough to shock you back into the room, watching as the thick weight of it slaps against eddie’s tummy, the way it curves into his navel. he’s wet, leaking at the head and matting down the pretty swirls of black hair that lead a trail down, down, down.
he’s rumpled against your bed frame, slumped down with his shirt rucked up his tummy. the prettiest pink flush spreading across his cheeks, tinging his ears and dipping as low as his collar. you’re willing to bet his chest is blotched with the lovely rosy colour, too. he grips aimlessly at your comforter, wide eyes watching your every move; tracing every hitch of your breath.
you wrap your hand around the base — purposely ignoring the pathetic little whine eddie makes, because jesus now isn’t the time to think too much about that — and you moan despite yourself when your hand doesn’t even wrap fully around the girth of it, dwarfing your fingers and palm.
“you— you’re so big, oh my god,” your voice catches at the end, desperate and dampened by your own desire for it. you lean forward, hot breath ghosting over him, tugging his foreskin back just enough for the head to pop out, shiny and reddening with need, “you could’ve at least warned me you were packing a python down there, fuck.”
“oh shit, really? i thought it was aver— holy fuck, you don’t have to—“ he’s bug eyed, eyebrows shooting under his fringe as you mouth at the head, determined and eager to get a taste of him. uncut, heavy on your tongue, the heady splash of precum blurting out to coat your tastebuds.
eddie’s knees kick up a little as you mouth greedily at his tip, pointing your tongue to run in circles around the glans on the underside. you smirk despite yourself, getting a kick out of it when eddie goes a little cross eyed, burying a ringed hand into your hair.
you indulge yourself, feeling the weight of him in your mouth as you sink lower, just far back enough as to not trigger your gag reflex. your lips wrapping around his hot flesh, suckling softly, reveling in each blurt of pearlescent release that drips onto your tongue.
“baby, sweetheart — fuck,” eddie gasps, breath shuddery, lightly pulling at your tresses to test the water. his mouth falling open into a quiet moan when your eyes flutter at the feeling, “y’can- y’can take more, right? s’not… s’not that big.”
your jaw cracks under what of him you’ve fit in, which truthfully isn’t much. despite your efforts, there’s still a good three inches of eddie’s cock left untouched by hand or mouth, and you really have to wonder if he’s that clueless of his size. you pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva keeping you connected to him as you stare up with wet orbs.
“eddie, you’re huge.” your voice is wrecked, butterflies swirling in your tummy as you make eye contact with him once again. you flush under his debauched gaze, "i— shit. nobody's ever told you before?"
eddie shrugs, considers for a moment. you don't think he's aware of the fact he's holding you in place with his hand, gripping your hair just enough to keep you still, hovering over his dick just close enough that if he wanted to, he could push you back down, get your mouth back on him.
though, that’s clearly not what he wants. because, he’s slipping the hand from your hair, doing this kind of awkward dance as he lays you out where he wants you.
you end up on your back, thighs spread wide as eddie slots between them, mouthing hotly at your neck. his fingers graze along your flushed skin, dance on your hipbone, across your pelvis. dips those godforsaken fingers into your panties, carelessly fumbling over your sopping wet pussy.
“this is okay, right?”
“it’s all okay, eddie. anything you want.”
"not— not even touched you yet and you're already this wet?" eddie's voice is a low timbre against your skin, has you arching up into his touch with a soft little moan. he sounds shocked, no heat or teasing in his words.
"can't help it," you gasp, exhaling shakily when eddie swipes two fingers over your clit deftly, unable to hide his smile at how receptive you are, "feeling the size of you in my hand — my mouth, god. would've let you choke me with it, would've thanked you."
eddie buries his face into your cleavage, poorly concealing a choked whine. he's skillful with his fingers, working you over fast despite how much your words are clearly affecting him.
your hips rock in short little circles, fingers sinking into eddie's hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck. you whine, body set alight with the feeling of calloused fingers grazing the small bundle of nerves.
he's biting you, brandishing you with little blooming bruises, and with the noise he makes against your damp skin you'd think it was him getting touched like this, him hurtling towards the edge.
you're so wet that the slick noises of eddie's fingers on your pussy are deafening in your ears, causing your back to prickle with heat, tummy winding tight.
the hot, heavy flesh of his cock presses against your inner thigh, shocking loud moans from you both at the same time. you arch up into his touch, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body.
"i— you're making me cum," you gasp breathily, a static feeling warming your body, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you grapple for eddie's hair once more, tugging with a ferocity as your release washes over you.
it's. something. you feel like you're fucking floating, and eddie keeps swirling his fingers perfectly, whispering little shocked praises and keening into your rough pulling as he wrings you out.
once eddie's sure you're done with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he hazards pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you're practically shooting away with overstimulation. crying out, somehow swivelling your hips and pushing down onto his fingers further once the shock wears off.
"you're a shit," you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "god, might've known your dick was gonna be big, fuckin' size of your fingers."
"was— was that good for you? can i, shit can i?" eddie's desperate, rutting the thick outline of his cock against your thigh. he's never stopped fucking leaking, soaking your leg in milky precum and allowing the slip and slide to feel good.
you nod, shaky hands tilting his head up so you can finally, finally, get your mouth on his. eddie's whole body presses flush against yours, his hand coming out to stabilise himself so he doesn't crush you, and fuck.
it's so charged, like he can't stilt his emotions as he snakes his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own wetly. it's probably disgusting, doesn't feel like it though — you'd swallow his spit happily, whenever he wanted, if it meant he kept making you feel like this.
eddie's shaky hand fumbles for the base of his cock as you continue kissing, positioning himself so that he's nestled prettily between your legs. the kisses turn languid, and he almost sounds pained when he next speaks, "s-sorry. if it, if it hurts."
"let it hurt, i want it to," your demeanor falters a little, turning doe eyed and pleading as eddie slides the ruddy head of his cock up and down the seam of your cunt, flirts with the idea of pushing the tip in just to watch you gasp and keen.
"would never," eddie promises, finally — fucking, finally — pushing the first few inches into the sopping wet heat of your pussy. he cries out when you clench around him unwittingly, and you mumble out a small sorry as you adjust.
it's. not good. it's not bad, either, but fuck. you feel like you're being split from the inside, the thick tip pushing you wider than you anticipated. your fingers grapple for eddie's biceps, nails digging in tightly, "so fucking big, oh my god, you're gonna split me in half."
you're breathless and eddie catches on, panics a little, "you're okay? you're okay, right? i can sto—"
"if you stop, i swear to god," you seethe, looking at eddie with a fierce spark in your eyes, "keep going. fuck. keep going."
before long and with a little bit of resistance, eddie's buried deep inside of you. your bodies roll against one anothers, shallow, slow breaths
it starts slow, the catch and drag of eddie's cock shocking you both into silence. but, before long, your pussy catches up with the programme, gushing wet and allowing eddie to push in further with each thrust.
it's intimate, erotic.
"you're so tight," eddie all-out whimpers, head falling and shoulders shaking as he fucks you at a lazy pace, clearly trying his best to hold out for as long as he can.
"fuck, you’re so gentle,” you try, knees squeezing eddie’s narrow waist, thighs encapsulating him, “you can go quicker. not gonna break me.”
eddie shakes his head, almost like he’s bewildered. looks at you all fucking soft, clearly can’t help the rut of his hips as he buries in deep, biting his inner lips to muffle his noises.
you grasp a hold of eddie's hand with nimble fingers, guide his hand over the softness of your tummy, let him push down where his cock is buried deep inside of you. his whole body shudders, and you can feel where he kicks up.
"practically in my guts," you wheeze, unable to shake the full feeling despite how your pussy gushes for him, so full you swear you feel him in your throat with every deep thrust he can muster, "you're s-so big, eddie."
"oh— jesus, can't do shit like that. can't say shit like that," eddie grunts desperately, rutting into you and gripping for your waist tightly, other hand still pushed down on the pudge of your belly, "gonna make me cum so, so quick."
"can feel every ridge of you, you're splitting me apart," you keen, "i can't— god, you've ruined me f-for anyone else. yours, yours, m'yours."
eddie's forehead slumps against your own, and you're panting into each others mouths more than anything else, lips barely brushing, "mine, you're mine." he agrees, though he sounds pained and submissive as he says it.
your hand snakes around eddie's neck, holding him in place as he fucks you so desperately, so rough you're rattling the stupid bedframe, and you don't think you've ever felt anything like this before. it's all-consuming, the tug between sore and soul-crushingly sensual.
your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, the constant press against your spot causing a quicker build up than you could've anticipated. you both make eye contact as you come with a muted gasp, nails scraping harshly at the soft skin on eddie's neck as you rock it out.
"didn't think you could get any tighter, god," eddie whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left on your hips as he fucks you in some sort of reckless abandon, "fuck, i'm so close. i'm so sorry, fuck, fuck."
you nod, understanding, the wet clap of skin on skin deafening as your release allows an even smoother glide. he's fucking ethereal above you, covered in a light sheen of sweat, mouth open in a constant stream of steady moans.
you reach between where both of your bodies meet, where the final few inches don't quite fit, spreading your fingers either side of his cock to allow friction as he fucks in and out rapidly, chasing his high.
eddie looks at you with a wild expression, eyebrows shooting up into his fringe. he grunts like a fucking animal, eyes drifting down to where your hand is, "you— you— i'm cumming, holy fuck—!"
he's loud when he comes, full body wracked with it. you feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, painting your insides deep. the moan you let out at the feeling is hardly voluntary, so pathetic you flush hot when you realise just how loud you are.
"thank you, thank you," eddie's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down, "god, you're perfect. so perfect."
you shudder, overcome with this sappy fucking fond feeling, allowing eddie to collapse on top of you once he's done. it's soft, domestic, even.
you both end up in some sort of gross, body fluid covered cuddle as you calm down. blissed out in the post-orgasmic haze, and fuck.
maybe you're in love with him.
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yesokayiknow · 3 months
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they try, honestly they do, but the doctor isn't a stationary creature and never has been, especially not when they know there's something they could help with. which is to say, it takes a week of soft quiet life before he starts begging kate for a job. kate in turn withstands three weeks of the doctor's incessant begging and big puppy dog eyes while donna noble stands right behind him and mouths don't you fucking dare before she makes a counteroffer: he can work in a lab (the 'very far away from active duty' is implied) as long as he meets with unit's therapist.
and he refuses, of course, loudly and profusely, right up until donna very gently but very firmly tells him that it really could help, actually.
so. therapy. the doctor assumes it won't do anything. the unit therapist is no nonsense and unflinching and very very bright, and twenty minutes later the doctor sits outside the room hyperventilating while kate finishes paperwork and kindly doesn't mention the way he's all but curled into her.
the second session ends much like the first, and the third, and then the fourth he walks out with dry eyes and a tremulous smile. the fifth, kate calls donna and she takes him home and they drink hot chocolate and he doesn't start talking again until the next day. it takes him seven sessions to be able to stay in the room for the full hour; kate pats him on the back and then finally allows him to build a shield for her office as a reward. she sits outside the therapist's office every time he has a session, even though she has to have better things to do. they don't talk about it.
unit only has files on things the doctor's done on earth, and even then, only sometimes, which means that when the doctor talks about some things he just. edits, a little. talks about two weeks in a confession dial and a month in prison, because maybe then he doesn't have to think about the enormity of it all. and every single time he does this, the therapist looks at him and very kindly calls bullshit. it's weird, being known. it's different with donna. he is donna and donna is him, in ways they will probably never talk about. but he sits in that cluttered little office for an hour a week (sometimes two or three times, if he's doing particularly badly) and he feels seen.
after four months, there are memories he can touch without flinching, and people he can talk about without crying. he starts spending a couple of hours just sitting in the vortex, not because he's hiding or running but just because he likes the way it feels against his skin. he cooks dinner every other night and washes up when he doesn't. he takes out the bin every week even though it's rose's job, because he loves her. and he can say that now, and he doesn't think about her short lifespan or about all the other people they've loved and lost. he can say that and just mean it.
part of his contract is an agreement to never offer a trip to a member of unit unless it's actual life or death (the small chemical leak in the lab doesn't count; he takes shirley to new mars anyway) but he finds himself toying with the idea of asking for a session in the tardis. just once, just to see. the therapist looks at him and sees him and it is monstrous and they keep looking anyway and now the doctor can sit through a family dinner without wanting to tear his skin off and he doesn't know any other way to say thank you.
it's funny, almost, how quickly he grows attached to this person who picks through his hurts and rifles through his traumas and holds direct eye contact while doing so. the doctor talks about their deaths and their crimes and their cowardice and the therapist nods and asks him how he feels and it's. it's terrifying. it's beautiful. it's the worst thing he's ever ever been through, and the best. he feels ripped apart and put back together in a way that few people have ever been able to— huh.
after his sixty eighth session (he's unable to not keep count) the doctor walks outside to where kate is annotating a schematic and says, thoughtfully, they're the master in disguise, aren't they. and kate says oh 100% and please don't let them know that you know because they will definitely go to the second stage of whatever long con they've been hatching and they're too good at this for us to let them go
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tragedybunny · 5 months
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Hot Take
Honestly I think if Astarion were in a relationship with a good aligned Tav he'd hate Halsin.
I don't think it's lost on Astarion that he's short tempered and selfish. And the person he cares the most for is entirely different. But they care for him and seem to overlook the worst parts of him, even if he doesn't want to save orphans or whatever.
But then here's Halsin, who despite his own trauma, is still a good person. He's kind and genial and he's out here trying to do the right thing.
And to top it all off, he wants to have sex with Tav. Sex, the one thing Astarion should be good at, the one thing he should be able to provide to Tav. He's not a good or nice person, he's a pile of burdens, in his own mind, but he should be able to give them sex. But he can't.
And now Halsin, who is the kind of person Astarion isn't, is trying to give his partner the only thing Astarion sees himself as being good at. What does he have left to give to Tav? How can Astarion hope to keep them in his life?
Fair or not, I think he'd hate him for it.
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imdumbhi · 4 months
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𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴,
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summary: You save her life and from there, it went all down hill.
pairings: Mizu x reader
warnings: angst, fluff, no nsfw
a/n: hellooo, this is long. i hope you enjoy!
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Red splatters upwards from your lips as you laid on your back on the snow. You can feel your back drench and cold. It’s not comfortable but who cares when you have a sword sticking out of your stomach.
“What did you do?!” It’s Mizu, she hovers above you, her hands shaking slightly at the sight of blood everywhere. You take notice, as you gaze up at her weakly, her orange lenses are no longer sitting on the bridge of her nose and you think, how beautiful her eyes are even as she’s crying.
Wait, why is she crying?
A pair of hands grab at your barley conscious face, forcing your body upwards into her arms and you feel yourself become limp. You hum softly in content knowing you will die in someone’s arms but Mizu isn’t just someone — you love her.
It’s a secret you kept from the samurai and you vowed to yourself to never reveal it once you realized. It was when you first spotted her walking the streets of your village and thinking to yourself, how odd. You remember watching her closely, her tall figure mysteriously hidden and guarded. What caught your eye was the sword hanging by her hip.
Taking the risk, you decided that it would be a great idea to approach her. Even if it meant putting yourself in danger. When you did, you can’t forget how her face looked baffled and confused.
She disliked you at first, it sucked because Mizu didn’t give you a chance of day. She kept her distance and made no sign of interest getting to know you. But you on the other hand did wonder about who she was. Who is Mizu? Where did she come from? Did she still have a father? Mother? Question after question, you almost got your hopes up. Then that completely changed when you first looked into those blue eyes and saw her naked body at the waterfall that one time.
You begin to see Mizu slowly lowering her guard around you, the woman even engaged in conversations between you and Ringo. Mizu could be mean, could be sarcastic, and a complete jerk but that sacred smile of hers always made up for it. Your favorite thing about her though, was when her blue eyes shined when she laughed at your stupid jokes.
Oh, how pretty she is.
Your tried eyes gaze up at her face again, you see those sad teary blue eyes staring right back at you, your fingers itch to smooth away the line between her brows.
You want to tell her not to be sad, to tell her this isn’t over and that all will be fine.
“…please, don’t you dare die on me…” Her voice sounds far away now.
Is this the end?
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The smell of tea wakes you up.
Eyes shoot open, quick to take in your surroundings and you see a dark sky. The crackling and popping comes from somewhere near you. You go to sit up but a loud groan escapes your lips instead, intense pain striking from your stomach.
“Don’t move,” the voice demanded coldly and you turn your head to look, finding Mizu cross legged on the ground beside you, her back facing towards you. “You’ll end up messing up your stitches.”
The fire in front of her dances quietly with the occasional popping.
You open your mouth to speak but your throat is dry and the taste of metal is on your tongue. Distracted by the pain from your stomach and a dry throat, a cup of hot steaming tea is presented in front of you. You don’t look Mizu’s way as it nears your lips helping you take small sips.
When you’ve had enough, feeling satisfied, you ask, “What happened?” Mizu scoffs, your confuse eyes move over to her when she does. You see that her back is facing towards you again. “Mizu?” Your tone is scratchy.
Mizu doesn’t answer. You huff in annoyance at her behavior and lay there silently. If she wants to play the quiet game then you’ll play the quiet game. Mizu did this anytime she was not in the mood but you spotted a difference. It was way too quiet and Mizu wasn’t moving an inch.
“Mizu.” You try again, concern lingering in your tone now. “What is it?” You should’ve known that was a stupid question to ask when Mizu stood up abruptly and turn around to face you.
“Are you stupid?” You flinch when she asks you. Her tone is harsh and she’s glaring daggers at you. You haven’t been in this position since you almost injured yourself by approaching a wild horse when you tried to impress Mizu. Not one of your proudest moments.
“Master.” Another voice cuts in, catching Mizu attention. Ringo appears from the right holding a bag of sorts and you watch as he sends his master a look that you can’t seem to understand. They stare at each other, almost like a staring contest. Eventually, Mizu huffs in defeat and excuses herself leaving off into the trees without another word.
“She’s upset with me.” You stated after a couple of minutes, staring at where Mizu has disappeared off to.
“Yes.” Ringo answered simply. He sets his bag down by his legs, his big hands fishing inside his bag. “You almost died.” Your breath hitch, what did he say?
That’s when everything came back. From jumping in front of Mizu to getting stabbed and ending it with you drifting off into the darkness. Your eyes stay on him, watching him move around the fire, prepping and humming softly to himself.
You still don’t understand. Still confused, you inform him, “Ringo, I saved her life. I really don’t understand-”
“You almost died.” Ringo repeats again like it means something. Like it’s supposed to mean something. Like its the most obvious thing in the world but when he looks up at you and catches you staring at him like an idiot, his lips curl up and he goes back to humming.
You groan at his antics and lay your head back down, staring up at the dark sky with a pout. You decide to shut your eyes and collect your thoughts. Even as the pain in your stomach is already distracting enough, you see a pair of sad blue eyes full of tears flash in your mind and you feel a different type of pain that didn’t come from your stomach injury.
It takes an hour for Mizu to come back.
“Master! Welcome back. The food is ready.”
Reopening your eyes, you pick up your head and see Mizu approaching Ringo who is already handing a bowl of noodles over to her. She accepts it and completely ignores you as she retakes her seat by the fire.
You feel hurt but you are distracted when Ringo approaches you with two bowls of noodles. He sets them aside and helps you sit up carefully so you are leaning back against a wall. You grunt quietly in pain and he then offers you a bowl with a pity smile.
You accept it with a quiet, ‘thank you.’
In silence, did you all eat.
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It takes one to two months for you to completely heal. That’s what Ringo tells you anyway. You try not to be too bothered by it and act like everything is fine, even if the pain can be unbearable sometimes. You don’t want anyone to assume you can’t continue on. But did it really matter when Mizu still continues to ignore you?
Yeah, she still upset. Two whole weeks of no words exchanged. Two whole weeks of Mizu being the biggest asshole. Two whole weeks of Mizu pretending you don’t exist. Two whole weeks and you feel yourself doubting that you ever had a chance to be with her to begin with.
You feel like you are waiting for something that’s not there. Everything you worked hard for to get a glimpse of Mizu has been thrown down a drain. You miss gazing into those blue eyes, it brought comfort in ways that you couldn’t explain. You miss the small touches and lingering looks, it felt like you lost her. There’s no hand offering you a chance anymore, it’s non existent.
Then Taigen comes back.
You don’t like him. You don’t like his personality or his attitude, or his appearance. There is nothing to like about him. Unfortunately, Mizu thinks otherwise. When he comes back you catch how Mizu lips form into a small smile, standing to her feet and greeting him in a soft tone. You have to force yourself to look away whenever his hand lingers in hers.
You and Taigen exchange a few greetings but nothing more. You figure Taigen knows about your feelings towards him whenever he tries to spike up a conversation and you leave him hanging. You won’t waste any time getting to know someone like him. Mizu might be okay with him being around but you aren’t.
“Are you hungry?” Ringo is offering you a rice ball as you both walk side by side while Taigen and Mizu walk ahead. You hear him yet your eyes are train on their hands, watching how they almost brush against each other’s and every time they might bump into one another, it leaves you grumbling underneath your breath.
“What are you saying?” You feel Ringo lean closer to you, his hand cupping his ear.
“Nothing.” You murmur, your lips formed in a frown. Ringo shrugs his shoulders and starts humming again, his feet waddling off ahead. You are left behind and you don’t mind.
You take the time to scan your surroundings, snow covered the ground like a blanket, animals hidden in hibernation and tall trees standing with a little sparkle of snow sprinkled on top. You think back when you were a little kid and how your uncle took you outside just to sit to admire what’s around you.
Speaking of your uncle, you thought back to how those summer nights ended with him drinking his sorrows away. You were young to see pass his harsh words and violent acts, you laid in bed at night wondering what could possibly turn him into that. What was it? Then you found out later as you grew, your uncle was in love but betrayed.
Would you end up drinking away your sorrows too? Get harsh and get violent because the one person you want is avoiding you like the plague? No, of course not. Your uncle took his last breath not knowing that true love came with a price.
“How’s that stab wound looking?” Taigen snaps you out of your day dreaming and you narrow your brows at him, irritated by him. “Mizu told me what happened,” He thinks to include which makes it worse because she can talk about you but won’t talk to you.
“It’s fine.” You give him little.
“Hm, you don’t look fine.” He points out.
You sigh again, turning your head away from him hoping he would leave you alone.
“Look, I know you don’t like me,” He starts making you groan. “I get if it’s because you care about Mizu feelings but she can handle herself.” You want to punch him. “Besides, she doesn’t need anyone by her side trying to defend her all the time. Like how you jump in front of-”
You don’t give him a chance to finish his sentence because you’re already excusing yourself to use the bathroom somewhere deep within the trees.
The snow beneath you crunches every step you take, you think angrily how he could so easily bring up something that meant everything to you. Even if Mizu did not see the incident as nothing, it still mattered to you. You risked your life for her. You would gladly do it again.
As you stop your feet, you glance around the forest and the color white is all that anyone could see standing here. Your hand comes down to the hem of your shirt, raising it and studying the healing wound. Your shaking fingers trace the outline, feeling its tender skin.
You don’t regret it. You remind yourself that you don’t care what anyone has to say about it. Yes, you were nearly killed but you’re alive, still breathing. Although, the pain in your stomach hurts terribly and the sight of it leaving you insecure, you can’t stop the tears from falling.
Are you crying about the injury or are you crying because you can’t stop seeing that flash of sad blue eyes peering down at you that day? You aren’t sure anymore.
You thought back to your uncle, is this how he felt? Did his mind flood with his lover? Did they fill up his mind until he couldn’t breathe anymore? It still hurts. Everything about this whole situation hurts and you aren’t sure if you can accept what’s happen, happened.
Then the sound of a branch snapping somewhere near by makes you jump and look around. You search around for the cause of the noise but find no one around. You take another long moment to collect yourself and made sure you aren’t red in the face when you arrive back with the others.
Unaware, a blue figure in the distant hides behind a tree, having watched everything unfold.
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A familiar grunt behind you makes you look over your shoulder away from the horses behind the gate and see Mizu standing there. She isn’t wearing her wide hat, her orange lenses or her cloak. Her sword however is still in its hilt wrapped around her hips.
“You should be resting.” Is the first thing that comes from her mouth. Internally, you are screaming because how dare she approach you after three and half weeks of not speaking to you.
You turn your body around, leaning your back comfortably against the gate and giving Mizu a dry look. You want to be the one to avoid her now and treat her how she’s been treating you but you aren’t childish. You won’t allow Mizu to make you fear from expressing how you feel. At least not about your love for her. Not yet.
“Now you talk to me.” Mizu makes a face, her eyes dangerously narrowing at you. You ignore it. “I mean, you really had me in a choke hold,” You laugh and it’s not a happy one. “You had me spinning around in circles trying to figure out why you were avoiding me and up onto now, I still have no fucking idea.” You sound harsh now. Your emotions are on sky rocket and you feel deep within yourself that you should probably keep quiet before your other feelings accidentally come out.
“What did I do?” Your voice broke when you ask and you didn’t intent to sound like that but you are tired and done. You need to know. You need to fix this. You need to keep Mizu by your side even if she doesn’t return your feelings. Having her as a friend is better than not having her at all. “Please, what did I do?”
The sounds of horses huffing and stomping behind the gate is all you can hear from behind you. Mizu seems to be choosing her words carefully, her eyes drawn to the ground and her fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching. You want to reach over and take her hand, squeeze it to reassure her that whatever it is, she can tell you. You can take it.
“You should go back home.” Her cold demeanor comes back and you are lost for words. “I don’t need you anymore. In fact, I don’t need you at all.” Mizu tells you, her eyes never meeting yours and looking right past you. “Go home, Y/N.” It’s the last thing Mizu says as she takes a step back, never once meeting your hurt expression.
Can you take it after all?
No. No, you can’t.
“You’re a fucking coward!” You spit out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
Mizu freezes in her steps.
“If you’re upset about what happened to me and you think it’s your fault, you’re even dumber than you look.” You continue on, your hands are shaking and your stomach hurts from trying to breathe through your tears. “I knew what I was getting into when I first met you. I knew,” You sniff, wiping at your eyes. “What I didn’t know was how you would treat me after saving your life-”
“I didn’t need you to do that!” Mizu cuts you off, spinning around and angrily walking up to you. You lean further back into the gate when Mizu is close enough that you can spot the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “You nearly died in my arms! Can’t you get that?” You stare wide eyed, no thoughts in your head, only the feeling of shock. “I almost lost you and I can’t live with that. I can’t live in a world where there’s no you in it.”
It’s a confession without saying so much.
Your heart races fast inside your rib cage at her choice of words. Mizu was scared. Of course, you thought. How stupid can you be? She was only upset because you couldn’t see that. You were too preoccupied by your own feelings, you never thought that once Mizu could feel the same way. You think you might cry some more because you can feel it building in your throat.
“So, go home. I’ll feel better knowing you are safe home.” Mizu says dryly, turning around and going to leave you again. Except, this time, you aren’t going to let her. You had to do something and fast. So, your hand reaches out grabbing Mizu by her wrist, stopping her.
Mizu breath hitches, you can see how her shoulders tense up at your touch. When she looks down at your hand wrapped around her wrist, Mizu takes a second and at that instant, her blue eyes look up to meet yours. No words are needed exchanged between the two of you as you tug on her wrist towards you.
Mizu lets herself be brought closer, her body brushing against your own. Swallowing roughly at how close she is, your hand on her wrist slides up her arm, to her shoulder and to the back of her neck. Not once does Mizu shrug you off or look the other way — her blue eyes are watching your every move carefully. And when you risk taking a step closer, your chest fully pressing against her own, you struggle to maintain eye contact.
What should you do next?
“Y/N?” Mizu questions you, her eyes flickering between your eyes and down at your mouth, her tone below a whisper.
“Please don’t make me go.” It’s a plead.
Mizu wordlessly leans down, her nose pressing against yours. You freeze completely, the outside world around you becoming still. Mizu eyes flutter closed as she pushes against your nose some more, almost like she’s silently asking permission to kiss you.
Wait, what?
Her hands are tightly at your hips, squeezing and tugging gently. You think you may faint. You know she’s even more impatient when she moves her hands from your hips and up to cradle your face. Your face flushes deeply feeling her rough skin holding your face, gently guiding your lips near her desperate ones.
“Please.” Mizu finally breaks the tension.
You run your tongue over your dry lips and leaned forward connecting your lips with Mizu’s. Soft at first, two mouths slowly moving together, hesitant but sort of needy. You can’t help the small noises you make when her mouth opens a little wider, her tongue meeting yours. The kiss intensifies when Mizu starts moaning and drops her hands to your hips, pulling you tightly against her.
Unfortunately, you pull back with a hiss breaking the kiss. You don’t see Mizu chasing after your lips until she realizes why you pulled away, her eyes growing worry. “I’m sorry. I forgot that you’re still hurt.” Mizu apologizes, going to take a step back from you but you don’t let her.
“It’s okay, really.” You reassure Mizu, your arms tightening around her neck, not wanting to ever let her go. The dark haired girl huffs, mumbling something under her breath and you chuckle at her.
“What?” She says sounding half annoyed. Her pupils are blown and her hooded blue eyes are no longer light but dark.
“Nothing,” You smile brightly, leaning close to kiss the corner of her mouth.
Mizu blinks, her cheeks turning pink.
“Whoa.” Another voice cuts in.
Both heads snap to their right and see Ringo beside Taigen, standing only a few feet away. The two men stand there with their mouths hung open in disbelief.
Mizu, annoyed by their interruption, scolds at them with a sneer. She takes a step back from you, her hands lingering at your waist, when the two turn around and run off.
“Fools.”
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