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faetreides · 4 months

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FIND YOUR LOVE | CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: modern!coriolanus snow thoughts

cw: crack treated seriously vibes, typical coryo warnings, possessiveness/obsessive behavior, piss kink mention, period blood mention, spit kink mention, slight impact play mention, coryo and reader both have double majors because they’re overachievers, plus sized reader implications, drake mention, reader has bunny teeth & hip dips & glasses, talks of carving letters into skin, spying mention, overstimulation mention, images used in social media elements are not an exact represtation of the reader’s gender or image & are more about the vibes, “wife” usage but he’d feminize you no matter what, implications of sejanus playing the long game, 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.4k

requests are open (read the rules first <3)

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Unaware rich kid because while a tragedy did happen in the family (his mother dying in childbirth according to his politician father who was later assassinated) nothing happened to really set them back to square one like in canon. He never really has had to claw himself back to the top, he’s just always been on a steady elevator ride to it.

Clumsy in the beginning in the way that he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had to starve so how can he understand its usefulness as a weapon?

Meets scholarship student double major classics and archaeology (minor in philosophy) reader who has only ever struggled.

The type to violently beat someone to near death on a whim and smirk as he’s escorted out of the police station with apologies because his family’s amazing team of lawyers were called.

Definitely part of some Saltburn ass family where you visit and you’re just like “what the fuck?” the things the 1% normalize (there are rumors of his family being cannibals back in the day, they might be a crime family, his high school principal fucked his mom AND his dad) never cease to disturb and confuse you but the gardens are very nice!

Strolls with you through them to seem romantic but also to brag about his family on your second date that he insisted be at his house (he was kind enough to let your first be at his family’s vacation house in the south of France)

Piss kink (creaks the bathroom door open to hold your hand or he leans against the door and stares you down if you take too long), period sex (more the type to eat you out on your period though) spit sharing and smearing, etc. Because of his carefully manufactured image, when he’s in love he just wants to completely let go and be gross and have that he accepted by the person be loves (plus it scratches the possessive itch in his brain by marking you and knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do it with anybody else)

Really only hand spanks you when you’re actively fucking and he’s so caught up in it all, he just grips the flesh of your ass and furiously jiggles it in his hands in between brisk strikes of his open palms and gets caught on your hole accidentally, it gets to the point where you’d want him to hit harder even if you thought you wouldn’t be into it because it’s just so unintentionally teasing.

Unlike the stereotypes, wouldn’t really be into drinking (other than wine because he thinks he’s above the beer drinking peasants) or drugs (other than the occasional line of cocaine 🤭) thinks keeping a clear head while you’re doing evil plotting is important. Typical white college rich boy hypocrisy (keeps you away from it though, even weed because it can kill your brain cells and he likes his bunny smart.)

He WILL carve his full government name onto you like a womb tattoo if you answer his texts 5 seconds after he expects you too. You CANNOT play with him.

Asked you out by leaving a bouquet of roses on your desk every morning with a note like “these are my grandma’am’s roses, and their beauty could only remind me of you 🥺🥹” (he threatened your roommate to deliver them and made sure they did thanks to the hidden camera he also had them put in)

Double major Political Science and Latin, minor in Philosophy but he likes ancient/older philosophy more. #1 “um actually 🤓👆” offender (hell is hot but his body runs ice cold, so he does not care <3) someone says they like philosophy and he goes “name three philosophers other than Nietzsche and Camus. I bet you’re the type to read Kafka too huh? whore.” (/j)

So hot though like modern Coryo has the curls but a touch shaggier. Everyone on campus turns their phones to the side and takes “discreet” pictures and makes those whisper posts like “need me an unhinged crazy jealous psycho possessive bf” but they’re not you so that wish will never come true :)

Say you’re going to McDonald’s, and he will kill you (if you’re from the south and you try to feed him anything traditional you’re used to, his charcuterie board and caviar eating ass will implode)

Another student in class asks you to borrow a pencil & his brain genuinely goes haywire so without looking he sends them the “let’s play a little game I made” TikTok (by the time you look back at him, he’s warmly smiling as he makes sure you see his hand sliding up his thigh)

If you think you’re working after getting your degree (he could’ve made you drop out, be grateful you get to spend more time together this way) then you’ve got a big storm coming (hope you can accept being baby trapped mwah)

He’s your little chihuahua named sparkles that bites people.

Emotional drake listener

The type where if you 99.7% (he will allow some wiggle room) give into his delusion and insanity, it’s nothing but smooth sailing (for you) and sex would still be passionate but never rough. Sometimes he slips a bit, but you just get more family heirloom jewelry and 5 billion sessions of oral as apologies.

On the swim team and runs track (somehow still looks hot no matter what doing those sports, wants you lick all the sweat off his body after he’s done. (he’d do that for you.) has a private yacht and does polo with Sejanus.

You once sat down, opened a package of cabbage leaves and went to town & Coryo knew in that moment that love is not a choice, it’s a curse.

Buys you mountains of clothes (the softest sweaters or the tightest evening wear because he loves how nothing about your body is hidden from him and one of his favorite ways to wind down is to soothe the marks left by the tight clothes digging into the chub of your tummy with his tongue) also loves how much bigger your thighs get when they spread out as you straddle him in one of his buttons up that reaches just under your ass.

Has a garage full of classic cars that he fucks you in and takes you on drives in.

(Insp. by that one video) fucks you on your stomach while cradling your jaw and when he’s done, he’s kissing down your back and all over your ass while hold a hand on the back of your neck. Eats you out upside-down kneeling straight up on the bed, the skin of your thighs spilling between his fingers as he grips them and nearly bends you in half. You don’t really ride him because he uses you like a fleshlight.

Tits guy no matter the size, prefers jerking off over them and covering them in cum over a boob job.

He won’t let you out in it, but you can be his bunny for Halloween since your front teeth remind him of a bunny, he already has the ears and tail waiting for you. That tweet where it’s like “okay everybody my bf’s about to walk in you all have to clap or I’m blowing this whole fucking building up” but that’s him when it comes to you.

Canon era snow is a girl dad, but modern snow is a boy dad, I fear.

Met you when you had just finished checking into your dorm, you were scrambling all over the place and without looking you bumped into the it boy of the school. His hands suddenly curved like shackles around your hips, his fingers subconsciously stroking your hip dips being the only reason you both didn’t careen to the floor from the collision.

“You should be more careful, wouldn’t want you to get a nasty bruise now, would we?” said with an unreadable yet playful tone and a snake’s smile, lips slightly curled up in the corners and a little too many teeth showing to feel truly comforted. His tongue flicks over his canines for a split second.

Smells like Maison Francis Kurkdijan’s baccarat rouge 540 (buzzcut Coryo gives Dior Sauvage vibes)

Matching airpod max sets and lets you put little bows on his.

Impeccable cable management, phone wirelessly charging on the nightstand or kitchen counter until it’s at 100% and doesn’t charge it again until it’s at 1%

Teaches you how to swim if you don’t know how, with a hand curled under your neck and another under your thigh to help you float. But has no problem just lounging with your back on his chest on the deck of his yacht or laying his head on your chest while you read together on the private beach he booked during your trip.

Slowly fingers you while making out with you and massaging your throat with his other hand. His chunky rings make clanging sounds against your pussy, and he smiles into your lips when you whine. He rests his forehead against yours & slowly spits in your mouth when it falls open as he makes you cum over and over until you’re too tired to leave the apartment he bought for the two of you.

Jiggles your tummy rolls when you’re fucking but sometimes, he’ll just casually bite them, loves laying his head on your stomach and when you sleep. He likes to have a firm grip on the chub of your tummy. He also just plays with it, pulls it, and kneads it but occasionally he’ll gently smack it.

NUTS ON YOUR STRETCH MARKS LIKE HE’S ICING A CINNAMON ROLL

Anyway, his grandma’am owns a fleet of flower shops across the country as well as managing the snow family’s gardens, and luckily enough the one closest to campus was hiring when you enrolled!

Pisces sun Capricorn rising Aries mars, stay strong.

Has to look you in the eyes or he can’t cum.

Always keeps glasses cleaner and a microfiber cloth on him so the second he sees you rub your eyes in frustration because you can’t see through them anymore (because in your mind that would somehow fix it) and reach to grab them off your face, he’s snaking his hand out and snatching them up. He doesn’t even give then back to you; he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ears and slowly slides them back on your face. literally booping the center of them with a grin. Also has your custom designed glasses case (with his initials) in one of his bag’s front pockets.

You asked him to buy you the Gojo skin in Fortnite and he grumbled “you already have my information.” But in his mind, he’s like “what does he have that i don’t?” 💀 (he’ll lose his mind when he finds out you like Geto more). Will play with you on a team consisting of the two of you and Sejanus. (so, he can keep an eye on you two)

Has very pretty cum, pearly and so thick you get jump scared when it leaks out because your pussy tries to weakly clench to keep it inside and it just pushes through. Cums less often but when he does its huge continuous loads, humps against whatever part of you he can like a dog and lays his head on your chest.

You could almost argue he likes anal more than anything else. When he eats you out, you run an extremely high risk of him “getting lost” and starting to eat out your other hole. When his dick slips out, he makes you watch while he slaps it against your clit and drags it through your slick to teasingly act like he’s going to push it into your ass.

Kisses his camera when you fall asleep on facetime if you’re apart from each other. wipes his lips afterwards though for sanitary reasons.

For sure the type to go overboard when someone says they want honest advice. Then when they’re on the verge of tears and he’s made everything worse, he goes “that’s just me though, who am I to judge yk? take it with a grain of salt.”

Museum dates but he’s pointing at depictions of goddesses and saying, “that’s you.”

Will drop kick those annoying Sephora kids if you need a certain product that they’re going after.

Y’all are battling for who has more products, your bathroom so is huge but every time you move something’s always falling off the double vanity sink.

If you need an inhaler or an EpiPen or anything like that, he’ll always have one on him. when you need it, his reaction is so fast you almost can’t see it and he tries to hide how his hands shake slightly even if the attack you're dealing with is more minor.

You could tell him you hate coconut and when you go on your fancy little dates to 5 stars restaurants, if your plate has even the tiniest hint of coconut, he’s sending that back with the harshest glare on his face imaginable (“They asked for no pickles!” *Gunshots* vibes)

Gets jealous of fictional characters, you show the slightest interest in a man who’s literally not real and his eye nearly falls out from how much it twitches.

The possessive bf coded TikTok trends you’d make him do would go crazy though like the nails on his dick through his pants one, any princess treatment one, any one where you’re dancing and he has to cover you, “hey daddy” & other text ones.

Alarms every five minutes, not only for him but he wants to be awake at the same time as you for a bit before you have to go your separate ways during the day. (kisses your temple when you slump against him while you try to wake up)

“What’s up, Petal?”

“What’s up, Coryo?”

While he acts like he’s been doing you a favor all this time, he would get you that engagement ring that has a spike going through the finger bone in it, and he would get a matching one <3.

Double penetration with a dildo that’s a replica of his cock 😻😽

Closet bi (childhood crush on Sejanus, who btw has been eyeing you too much for his liking lately.)

Scars on his back from An Incident. shaved his head and dropped out of school for a bit but it wasn’t hard for his family to get him back in

Gives you the worst side eye when you ask him to play Roblox total drama island with you but when Sejanus offers, he’s galloping to his pc (he absolutely kills it, like he’s undefeated and he’s not afraid to bully whatever kids are in the game)

Vibes:

a/n: this is lowkey so cringe but i am free. i hate him (i'd tell him i love him on the first date.) will definitely do more with this verse but have this brainrot for now. hope you enjoyed anyway! btw i'll actually be opening comissions next month. so i'd really appreciate it if y'all would keep that in mind! talk to me about modern coryo or any version of coryo lol.

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i-loved-silly · 4 months

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Can you write a yandere piece on a yandere guardian angel?

Been looking for some good non fandom specific x reader blogs, happy to see a new one kicking around with a cool example written already :)

AUUUU I LOVE NONFANDOM ANGELS!! Thanks anon, for being my first request

Yan! Guardian angel who was supposed to be specifically made for you, to keep you from harm, gently warn you but absolutely NOT reveal themselves to you.

You were at the lowest point of your life, so the universe did its thing and assigned you a guardian angel to guide you! You werent their first human, they were experienced and always got the job done successfully.

But…strangely enough upon being assigned to you they just..felt different. Guardian angels weren’t supposed to connect with their humans, they weren’t supposed to feel anything at all.

While not a connection, it was still something that morphed into sinister obsession. How is a guardian angel supposed to know how to love like a human?

At first they wanted the best for you. Guiding you without making themselves obvious, breaking the rules just a tiny bit for you and hover next to you while you slept. You seemed so delicate, no one understood you the way they did. They knew everything about you afterall. They were always watching, wasn’t that heartwarming?

Occasionally you’d feel warm gusts of air either pass by you or barely caress your skin. They thought it was cute how you would look all around you trying to figure out the source.

Imagine having such a possessive but caring guardian angel that they even ‘kept you safe’ spiritually. They didn’t let any evil energy get to you, hell, not even the good energy. With them you had enough, you didn’t need any other spirits around you!

You didn’t even need humans around you. Over time they got more bold, appearing to you out of the corner of your eye as a bright light. Things started looking up, their job was almost complete. But oh no, they couldn’t lose you. They plotted out little…inconveniences so you could keep coming back to them.

You started to doubt that you even have a guardian angel, why is everything going so wrong? They’re so distraught at this, why can’t you tell that they’re doing this for you? But they can’t handle this, in their eyes, this is rejection. Despite going against all their rules and probably one of the more serious offenses, they must appear to you. If they don’t, you might stop believing in them and they can’t have that. Or worse, you might hate them.

While they prefer to send discreet messages to their humans in their sleep, you were the exception. You were having a particularly bad day and crying in your bed, hugging your covers and sniffling. Appearing took a lot of energy, but anything for you. They didn’t like seeing you sad.

Slowly, you began to feel warmth emitting next to you. You didn’t bother turning around at first, but then this sensation slowly began to prick at your skin. This light was burning hot. You rubbed the back of your neck before turning around, you flinched when a larger but dainty hand held you still by your shoulders, stopping you from turning around. It was glowing a bright yellow, slightly stinging your eyes if you looked too long. You froze, eyes wide and your tears dry at this point.

“Whu-who are you?” Your voice trembled as your eyes tried to peak at the perpetrator. All you saw was a radiant light behind you and that scorching heat traveling from your neck to your shoulder.

“Your savior, darling. You have no idea how much I’ve held back from being here with you. But I’m willing to break my rules for you.” They mused, their voice coming from straight behind you but booming all around the room like an orchestra in a theater.

You felt tears prick your eyes, you struggled against their grip. “What are you talking about? Y-you’re hurting me.”

The guardian angel wasn’t aware of their strength.

But they were aware of the lengths they’d go to spend longer time with you. Their hand rubbed your shoulder reassuringly as they let out a “sh sh sh” that sounded more like a hiss rather than a hush.

“You’re safe, my angel. Do not fret. Do you believe your savior is here with you now? Or shall I visit you more often?” At this point they were talking to themselves as some seemed to twirl your hair distracted.

You winced as a hot hand brushed against your cheek. “I’ll need to see you more often, you need me to care for you afterall. Sleep well, my adoration.”

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midnightfictionlibrary · 1 year

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Oh, Honey - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Content : jealousy, friends to lovers, a bit of violence, flirting, kissing

Word Count : 1.6k

Plot Summary : Jamie doesn’t know how to react when he sees you flirting with a West Ham player.

A/N : More of my love, Jamie, there's a criminally low amount of Jamie fanfic---as always pls like and reblog if you enjoy <3

“Well don’t you look gorgeous?” You hear the voice before you see its owner, and you roll your eyes before picking your drink up from the bar and turning around.

“And you are?” You deadpan.

“Westley Smythe. But I’m better known as the star player of West Ham.” He quirks a smile at you and you try hard not to laugh right in his face.

“You do know who I am?” You ask him, and he raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down as if there was no way he could know.

“I’m Richmond’s athletic trainer. ” You watch the wheels turn in his mind, and you smooth your dress on yourself, flashing him your own brilliant smile. “I don’t really associate with West Ham.”

He shrugs. “No one has to know.” He says, and this time, you do laugh out loud, actually tickled that this man was being so bold.

But your laugh alerts your own star player, a certain number 9. Jamie’s jaw clenches when he sees you laughing with Smythe, and the grip on his beer bottle (a rare treat Roy allowed him) tightens. He feels Roy lean over, and he rolls his eyes in anticipation for whatever Roy has to say.

“Bloody fucking hell, Tartt. Just tell the girl you like her.” Jamie can’t help but steal glances at you, where you’re chatting away with the West Ham player. And…are you enjoying his company? He thinks about you, how you move when a song you like comes on, the smell of your honey scented perfume.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you fucking can.” Roy grunts, and with that he puts another beer in front of Jamie and wanders off to mingle with Ted and Beard.

This leaves Jamie with admittedly, a lot to think about, even though Roy hadn’t said much.

You keep a tight smile on your face, and you glance to the boys, noticing Jamie was watching you. Your face flushes and you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Even though Westley was definitely not your type, you decide you could maybe use him to make Jamie a bit jealous.

For the past few months, it always seems like Jamie is on the edge of asking you something. There’s stolen glances, smiles that linger a bit too long. You even find yourself checking over him after games more often than other players. You and Jamie were friendly, even friends, but you couldn’t deny the extremely large crush you held on the Mancunian.

You reach out and brush a light hand on Smythe’s arm, causing him to step a bit closer to you. You glanced again at Jamie, the muscles in his perfect jaw jumping at the sight of you and Smythe. You grin to yourself, angling your body so you’re facing away from Jamie. You felt maybe a little evil, but maybe it would push him to talk to you a bit more. Of course, you could talk to him, but it seemed like anytime you tried to flirt, Jamie was completely oblivious to what you were trying to do.

You roll your eyes as Westley continues to drone on, casting a peek over your shoulder. Jamie was still watching you, but he was standing now. He sets his bottle on the table and skulks out of the bar, and you can’t help but smirk.

The next day, you’re up in the box with Keeley and Rebecca, who you inform of your jealous-Jamie plan.

Keeley grins. “I love it babes.” And Rebecca nods.

“Maybe it showed him what he was missing.” She suggests, and you point a finger at her, settling into your seat. You cross your arms and gaze down at the field but the huge monitor over the stands shows closeups of the team. You can’t keep your eyes off of Jamie, and Keeley leans in.

“He looks grumpy, I think your little plan worked, yeah?” She grins, nudging you. You shrug, but secretly you were pleased. If he was jealous over you, surely that meant he liked you.

The game starts, the usual fast paced back and forth making your head spin. You notice that Smythe has the ball, about to score, when suddenly -

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, standing straight up out of your seat. Jamie had slide-tackled the other player, knocking him down, causing Smythe to roll a little bit. Westley Smythe stands up and charges towards Jamie, who didn’t seem like he was going to back down, in fact, he was smirking, walking to meet Smythe. Jamie pushes Smythe hard, but before a real fight can break out, the referee interferes, gesticulating to Jamie.

Finally, the referee pulls out a red card.

Keeley and Rebecca sit next to you, stunned.

You look up at the monitor and catch Jamie smirking, tongue out, cocky expression on display as he walks back towards the dugout. You sit down, slightly stunned. But also, slightly into it. You watch Roy shake his head at Jamie and send him into the locker room. You quickly stand up, making your way out of the box.

Your tennis shoes make a soft tap, tap, tap on the floor as you walk down the long, bright hallway to the locker room. You round the doorway and stop, right as Jamie looks up at you.

“What the hell, Jamie? A red card? Not to mention, you could have hurt yourself and then work on your ankle would have had to start over.” You put your hands on your hips, moving forward towards him.

“Oh sorry, are you worried about your little West Ham boyfriend?” He says, scoffing as he stands up, turning to face his locker.

“Boyfriend? I don’t care about Westley.”

“On a first name basis, huh?”

You clench your teeth. He was going to be difficult about this. “Why do you even care?”

Jamie shrugs, still facing away from you. “I don’t.”

“So why’d you tackle him, then?”

At this, you can see Jamie’s body tense. “He’s a bloody wanker, that’s why.”

At this, you scoff. He was really going to stand in front of you and pretend as if you didn’t know what this was about. At the sound of your noise of indignation he turns around to face you. There’s a glint in his eyes and he steps closer to you. Very close. Noses almost touching close. He’s slightly taller than you, so he looks down at you.

“Maybe I don’t like the way he was looking at you last night, yeah? Like you were a piece of fucking meat.”

“I can take care of myself.” You assure him, biting back a smirk. You can’t help it though, a devilish smirk was playing on the corners of your lips. “Are you jealous, Tartt?”

You expected him to smirk. You even expected him to maybe laugh, that beautiful smile on display. Instead, he licks his lips, quirking an eyebrow at you. “I think you know the answer to that.”

“Then say it.” You challenge.

At this, Jamie smirks. “Yes. I was jealous. You are smart, funny, and kind, and seeing Westley Smythe all over you made me want to tackle him on the pitch.”

You’re a bit taken aback. You didn’t expect him to pile compliments on you, and your eyes soften. “Oh..” you breathe out.

Jamie continues to gaze down at you, leaning in even closer than he was before, his lips hovering centimeters above yours. You watch, mesmerized, drunk in his presence.

“Seems you might like having me jealous over you, yeah?” Jamie teases. “But that’s okay, as long as I get you all to myself.”

You swallow, your eyes trailing to his lips. “You’ve always had me all to yourself.” You whisper, glancing up to meet his gaze again. But the look on his face is different. Where before it was smirking, sexy, teasing, now it was surprised and anguished.

“Wh..what?” He manages to get out, and you kick yourself, believing you said the wrong thing. “Just how long have you been trying to make me jealous?” He asks, reaching up to gently push a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shrug, suddenly bashful, cheeks burning red hot as he brushed his hand there briefly. You feel a gentle hand under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. He searches your face, a small, pleased smile playing on his lips.

“Only since last night. I couldn’t take the tension anymore.” You whisper, and Jamie laughs softly. He slides his hand to the side of your face, lifting his other hand to mirror it. Cradling your face gently, he leans in.

Before anything happens, his eyes travel from your lips to your eyes. “Can I kiss you?” He whispers. Your mouth feels dry, but you nod, and he leans in, gently connecting his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, feeling as if you were melting, and you slide your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His hands leave your face and snake around your waist, holding you as close as he can. “You are as sweet as honey.” He breathes into your ear, and you shiver.

“Oi!” You hear a booming voice yell from the doorway and you instinctively look over, still tangled in each other’s arms. There stood Roy, an eyebrow raised. “Not that I don’t think it’s about time the two of you kissed, but Ted wants to see you, Tartt.”

Jamie looks at you, stealing another kiss before winking at you, following Roy out of the locker room door. You stood there, smiling and blushing to yourself. You guessed Jamie just needed a little push, is all. You couldn’t wait to continue what you started.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #jealous trope #jealousy #friends to lovers #jamie tartt x y/n

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alessiathepirate · 1 year

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Resident Evil 4

CIGARETTES IN THE MORNING: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: Just some soft morning moments with Luis Serra - including some cigarettes -, because we all need some soft Luis Serra moments in our lives.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I made while I wrote this short story.

As I wrote before, my Spanish isn't the best so I'm sorry if I made any mistakes in the Spanish words I used. With that I'd like to say a special thank you to @angi-writes-filth for the kind words and the reassurance that my Spanish isn't as bad as I thought it was :)

Also I'd like to say thank you for all the positive feedback and responses I've got. I really appreciate it :)

Luis Serra makes me go weak these days, so have some soft moments with him as proof to that.

Warnings: smoking

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The room was painted in a shade of orange mixed with some gold and red as the sunrise found its way inside the apartment. Waking up to that sight was truly breathtaking and after all the hard, physically demanding work she had to do, it gave her a peace of mind. Eyes only slightly open, looking at her own hands where all the colours the sunrise brought were mixed together, she finally felt at ease.

Her eyes slowly, but surely examined her environment, this time being sure that it's a safe place. It's not some shack in Spain, it's not some big hallway in a castle - it's her home. It's her home where she isn't lonely anymore.

She turned around in the bed, kicking the duvet back to its place when it got tangled with her legs. She was about to reach for a bare chest or the soft, dark brown locks of hair, when she realized that her lover's side of the bed was empty. She let out a long breath in annoyance - no cuddling this time.

Sitting up and pulling the duvet off of her body, she looked around the room, this time being more observant, checking the side what she didn't examine a few seconds ago. There he was, at an open window with his back to her, elbows resting on the windowsill. He was smoking, she was sure of it, because she could see some small clouds of smoke running up in the air, even if his body was hiding the cigarette in his hand.

She laid back down, hugging a pillow to her chest, while she kept her gaze on him. She had to admit that Luis Serra was attractive even in the mornings - more than attractive, beautiful; damn the people who say that word can't be used for men.

She wouldn't use that word for anyone who wasn't special, but Luis truly deserved that compliment. His physique, his dark brown hair - what she liked to play with at night - and those eyes most of the time shining from something flirty yet clever, made him irresistible. And she didn't even think about the way he talks or acts yet.

She got out of bed as quietly as she could and walked towards him slowly, not wanting to disturb him and also wanting to surprise him with a hug. When she was right behind him, she gently put one arm around his torso, while she touched the scar on his back with the other.

Luis seemed surprised, making her chest swell with pride. He didn't neccessary jump, but his shoulders became tense and his hands started to shake slightly, almost dropping the lighter he was even now playing with. She loved the trick he could do with it - it was a Luis-thing, and the fact that he could make that seem attractive was also a Luis-thing.

"You got a smoke?" she asked teasingly, making him giggle. God, she loved to hear him laugh.

"Good morning, cariño." was the first thing he said as he put the lighter down and tenderly took the hand she was keeping on his abdome to press a gentle kiss on it.

"Good morning to you too."

She drew an invisible circle around his scar with her thumb, then drew through the whole, rough line where once the deep wound was. She pressed a kiss to his right shoulder as an I love you. When she felt his grip on her hand tighten, she knew the message got through.

"You didn't stay to cuddle." she said, doing her best to sound angry, but in reality both of them knew she wasn't upset about it.

"I'm sorry, querida. I didn't think you'd wake up so early." he kissed her palm this time as a sorry. "But I'm sure we can still make some time for it."

Next thing she knew she was standing in front of him, with her back to him, while one of his arm was around her torso. He also did his best to keep the cigarette far away from her face and hair, not wanting to burn her.

"Yeah, this is much better."

Luis threw the cigarette into an ashtray, now being able to fully concentrate on his lover. He put his head on her shoulder, while his free hand was playing with her hair.

"Your bedhead is really cute, cariño."

She felt her cheeks become slightly pinker at the compliment. "Thank you."

"You know, for someone who went to Spain to find the missing señorita, you can get pretty shy sometimes, querida."

There was no way she could hide her face from him, so she did her best to ignore the feeling that her cheeks are red. "Yeah, I bet you're really happy that this shy señorita was there to find your flirting attractive."

"Of course I am."

"Of course you are. You should be." she said teasingly.

They were standing there for a while as the first few people started to appear on the streets, most likely going to work to start the day early. For the first time since forever she wasn't jealous of them for having a normal life. No, this time she was happy that she can stay in with someone she loves, with someone who loves her.

After a while they changed the position as Luis started to smoke again.

"Do you want to go back to bed, querida?"

"We can if you want to. But only after a coffee." she answered as she looked him in the eye, liking the way his eyes lit up when he looked at her.

"Of course, I can make you one."

"And you called Leon Prince Charming, when you offer to help a señorita?" she teased, while she took his cigarette to take a puff from it.

"I only offer to help one certain señorita and you know it." her grip on the cigarette almost failed her at the compliment. Luckily Luis took it from her in time.

She didn't answer, not knowing what to say to that. Teasing or joking with Luis was always a loosing game. There was no way she could say anything to him to make him flustered or shy - even if only for a second. Or even if she succeeded in it, he'd always have a clever, either cute or flirty comeback what always made her blush.

His second cigarette landed in the ashtray as well after he kissed her. He tasted like the thing he was smoking, not like it bothered her. It was also a Luis-thing, something what couldn't just disappear without leaving an empty space behind.

"Let's go and make that coffee."

This time she kissed him - as a thank you.

The days with Luis Serra definitely started off happily.

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loviatarwrites · 8 months

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to win a game of lanceboard (nsfw)

Raphael x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Finally breaking away but still, within breath’s reach, Raphael’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Now, where were we in the game? Oh, right, I believe it was your move.” You opened your palm, the rook still in your hands. While looking at Raphael’s eyes, you dropped the piece to the ground, where it joined others, some maybe lost forever.

A/N: Raphael doesn't like to lose, when it comes to any game. With you, he fortunately has other means to level the playing field.

“I wouldn’t move that piece. You’ll lose your Mystra.” A devilishly handsome man grinned at you from the other side of the lanceboard.

“Maybe I don’t care about my Mystra. Your Cyric looks much more delicious.” You moved your knight-errant to take his pawn.

Raphael’s face turned from a grin to a pondering expression as he tried to see your strategy, as just moments ago, he had been sure that you wouldn’t just let him take your Mystra. There needed to be something that he didn’t see, and you tried to look anywhere but the board not to give him any indication of your following moves. Keeping your eyes on him was, fortunately, an easy task since you never got tired of looking at Raphael, and his devilish form was even more delicious than the disguise he used among mortals.

“Don’t try to distract me.” He watched you, opting to take Mystra you had offered to him.

“I like to see you sweat.” You answered and quickly moved your priest to a spot that would lead to his inevitable demise. “And it seems like you are in an especially hot spot.”

Raphael leaned back to the headboard and adjusted the pillow under his head so his horns would sit comfortably. The lanceboard and two glasses of red wine on a wooden tray were the only things between you two, and for an outsider, seeing a human playing lanceboard with a devil in his personal chambers would’ve made them question your sanity. They weren’t necessarily wrong, but for you, the pros outweigh the cons massively when dealing with Raphael. True, there was the possibility that you would eventually lose your soul to eternal doom, but for now, humiliating him in a game outweighed everything else.

“You’re a mean woman.” Raphael moved his knight-errant to threaten your Elmister, but he was too late with his attack.

“Don’t be such a sore loser.”

“Want to reconsider your decision one last time before moving that piece. You don’t want to anger the devil, after all.”

You looked at Raphael across the board. His horns, like a crown on his head, the red skin on his chest bare, and his large wings hanging on the edge of the bed as he lay on his side. And most noticeably, his long tail squirmed its way up your leg as you tried to make your move.

“That is unfair, and you know that.” You tried to tap the tail gently so it would retreat from your body, but you had the opposite effect.

“What do you mean? Oh, don’t you mean that this little of me pushes you over the edge?”

“Just admit that you are a bad loser.”

“If I see correctly, I haven’t yet, or am I missing something?”

“Don’t try to convince me you don’t see it too. Be a good devil and admit that you have already lost.”

Raphael’s eyes were filled with fire and gold, and the faint scent of cherries and musk lingered in the room. Although he didn’t admit it, the fact that his tail gripped your thigh tighter every passing second told you that he wasn’t happy with the game’s current state. You had played lanceboard once in a while at the gatherings in Baldur’s Gate, but only after seeing Mol playing it at Harper’s encampment had you started to play again more often, and the devil you played against wasn’t the most minor reason for that. Maybe there was something you wanted to prove, that you could win against an ancient evil and walk away with your soul, or perhaps it was just your curiosity. Whichever it was, ignoring the growing grin on Raphael’s face and the tentacle-like tail with a pointed tip lingering upwards every passing second made playing the game an ever more difficult task. Gazing across the board, you took your rook, ready to move it.

“Are you absolutely sure about that?” Raphael asked, his golden eyes piercing yours like he was watching straight to your soul.

“We both know I am.”

Raphael’s fiery golden eyes never left yours, locking you in a seductive gaze as his tail grabbed your thigh hard as he leaned closer to you across the board.

“There are many ways to win. I am sure you remember what you did to aid that tiefling kid.” Raphael purred, the playful smirk never leaving his face.

“Oh? And what are you going to do to win, devil?”

“You should be careful how you address me. It seems you have forgotten whose domain we are at.” Raphael looked at you as you still held the lanceboard piece in your hand. “Although you have been the most wonderful visitor a devil could wish for.”

“What a charming way to tell me nothing. Sweet words to try to distract me, and it almost works.”

“I can promise you even sweeter ones if you so desire.” Raphael leaned to you, his face close to yours. “Desire. Want. Need, I can sense you are filled with all of them.”

---

His voice was a mere whisper, so low it was almost drowned out by your heart pounding as you smelled the sulfur on his skin. Suddenly, Raphael lunged forward before you could even blink, closing the gap between you in seconds. His hands gripped the edges of the lanceboard, and in a swift, deliberate motion, he flipped it off the bed along with your wine glasses. The board crashed to the floor, pieces scattering in every direction, creating a chaotic symphony of wooden pieces dropping to the ground, glass shattering with a sharp noise, and pieces rolling in every direction imaginable.

You barely had time to register the destruction when his hands found your face, tilting it upward. Before you could say anything, his eyes nailed to yours, and you found yourself being held down by just the weight of his body as he sat on top of you, his body pressing yours down under him.

“You know - -” Raphael murmured, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “Sometimes a direct approach is the most effective strategy.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to find words, but Raphael didn’t give you the chance. His lips captured yours in a fervent kiss, filled with an otherworldly hunger. His taste was intoxicating – a mix of smoky musk and cherries. As his tongue sought entrance, you couldn’t help but grant him access, the world fading away as you lost yourself in the depths of the kiss.

His tail wrapped around your leg possessively, the tip teasing the back of your thigh, causing you to gasp and clutch at his broad shoulders. The weight of his body pressed you further against the bed, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. As Raphael broke the kiss for a moment, you watched him. On top of you, his figure was even more impressive than what you had observed when he had been on the other side of the lanceboard. He was over seven feet tall, and his large wings made him even more ominous for someone who saw them for the first time. And although you should’ve probably feared him, you pressed your lips back to his, delving deeper into the burning hot kiss you shared, tasting every bit of him as you did.

Finally breaking away but still, within breath’s reach, Raphael’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Now, where were we in the game? Oh, right, I believe it was your move.”

You opened your palm, the rook still in your hands. While looking at Raphael’s eyes, you dropped the piece to the ground, where it joined others, some maybe lost forever.

“You’ve made plenty of moves already, so I think we’re not playing lanceboard anymore.” You replied while still catching your breath. “You’ve made way more moves than what I have.”

Raphael’s lips turned to a smile as he answered to you, his voice rich and dark. “And trust me, darling, I’ve only just begun.”

Raphael’s eyes glowed with a mix of lust and hunger as his fingertips began to trace along your collarbone, even just the light touch sending shivers down your spine. His devilish grin never left his face as he lowered his head to nuzzle your neck, the heat from his body making your skin tingle.

“You have to realize you are a smart woman - -” Raphael murmured against your skin, the low tone of his voice sending heat coursing through you. “There are many games we could play apart from the lanceboard.”

His fingers deftly moved to the buttons on your blouse, each touch deliberate and filled with anticipation. You wondered momentarily how he did that so swiftly with his nails, but there must’ve been perks of living from the start of the times. As he slowly undid each button, his lips left a trail of featherlight kisses down your neck, each hotter and more possessive than the last.

You gasped as his teeth grazed your collarbone, his touch both gentle and insistent. He wasn’t a vampire like one of your companions but supported almost equally pointy teeth, and he knew that you liked to feel them on your skin.

“Raphael - -” You managed to whisper, caught between wanting to pull him closer and push him away.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He challenged you, his fingers teasing the hem of your blouse, the soft fabric contrasting with the rough heat of his hands.

His whole body was hot, radiating the warmth of Avernus that loomed from the large windows behind you. You struggled to find words, the sensations he evoked in you threatening to overwhelm your senses. Raphael leaned in to capture your lips again, taking your silence as a sign of acquiescence. His kiss was even more intense than before, filled with a fiery passion that threatened to consume you. His hands roamed your body, each touch setting your skin aflame. As he moved lower, your breath caught in your throat, anticipation and uncertainty warring within you.

“Or if you want this - -” Raphael murmured against your skin, his lips hovering just above the curve of your breasts. “Then beg for me, darling.”

His demand gave you pause, and you searched his eyes for a hint of him not meaning every word he said. Instead, you found a surprising depth of emotion. You realized that despite his devilish nature, a part of him genuinely wanted for you, even though you were mortal, unlike him.

With a shaky breath, you whispered. “Please, Raphael, I want you to continue.”

A wicked grin spread across Raphael’s face as he continued his journey through your body, his teasing and captivating touch, as you didn’t want to fight against him. His lips moved lower, and a soft moan escaped your lips, the hot sensation of his mouth on your skin driving you wild. Raphael’s chuckle vibrated against your skin, the sound rich and dark.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I wanted to just steal you to my house from the moment you refused all of my attempts to make a contract with you.” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “And here you are, my sweet little mouse, all willingly giving yourself to me.”

As his fingers deftly removed the last barriers between you, you felt a rush of hot air against your skin. Raphael’s gaze never left yours as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from yours.

“Let’s see how you match me in this game.” He murmured with a devilish smirk.

Raphael reached to his side with one hand and produced a long, dark ribbon that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, which you assumed to be some kind of infernal magic.

“My sweet little thing.” He murmured, twirling the ribbon around his fingers. “Have you ever tried to play without your hands? One could assume that making winning hard even for you.”

You tried to identify the magic surrounding the item, going through all the things you had encountered and studied. However, nothing came to your mind even with your best efforts. Still, a flush spread across your cheeks, making even the last efforts meaningless.

“That’s not the game we were playing. It’ll be unfair for you to have even more advantage.” You managed to reply, though your voice quivered slightly as Raphael still sat on top of you.

“Ah, but games evolve, don’t they?” He leaned in closer. “Trust me, the devil, you know, won’t let you get hurt.”

You hesitated for a moment. Every ounce of logic told you to be wary of the devil in front of you. Still, something about the intensity of his gaze, the raw energy between you two, made you nod slowly. He hadn’t ever hurt you, not in any of your trips to his lair, so why would he now. With a satisfied grin, Raphael gathered both of your wrists in one of his hands, pressing them down as his nails pressed lightly to your skin. Slowly and deliberately, he wound the dark ribbon around them, binding them together. Once satisfied, he gently lifted your bound hands above your head, tying the other end of the ribbon to the ornate headboard. You felt how the knots adjusted to be just tight enough to not hurt you but still constantly remind you of your position.

“There - -” Raphael grinned. “Not too tight, I hope, or otherwise the merchant who sold that will find their soul from the deepest pits of Avernus.”

You tested the restraints, a hint of vulnerability creeping into your voice.

“I’m - - at your mercy.”

“That you are.”

Raphael leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear and his nails tracing your exposed chest, your blouse hanging open and revealing all of the little details of your skin to him.

“Tell me you want me to take you.” His voice was commanding yet still filled with lust.

The blush on your cheeks grew more intense as the heat of his body radiated to yours.

“I want you, Raphael.”

“You can do better than that.”

“I need you - - no - - I desperately yearn for you to take me so I can feel every inch of your body. Please. ”

“You are so beautiful when you beg.” ---

Raphael’s body pressed against yours, radiating heat as his nails traced red marks to your skin, trailing from your collarbone all the way to your hips. You whimpered, and your body tried to pull away from his touch by reflex, but you could not escape him with your hands tied on top of your head and the whole weight of a demon lying on top of you.

“Please, touch me harder, Raphael.”

“I will. I want to hear you screaming my name when I am done. You’ll beg for the devil to give you more.”

Raphael’s body pressed against yours, radiating a warmth that seemed to penetrate every inch of your being. His fingers trailed up and down your sides, sending shivers through your spine as he went lower on your body with every passing, reaching closer and closer to your inner thigh. With a gentle touch, he pushed two fingers to you, parting you and feeling your yearning for him. Your body clenched around him, unwilling to let go, so you had to fight your urge and let your body relax, and soon you felt how his fingers moved in and out of your body with ease. Even though he was a devil, Raphael knew how to make you feel as good as if you had been touched by something divine. Raphael’s touch filled you with warmth and the comfort he could fill you with radiated through your body like the most delicious wine.

“Seems like you are wanting more, do you?”

“Yes - -” You panted as you felt his cock pressing against your leg. “Hells, yes, I do.”

“I know what you are capable of, but I was wondering - -” Raphael’s tail moved up to your body and to the base of your spine. “Maybe it is time to test how much you are truly willing to offer.”

Raphael’s cock pushed against your folds, spreading you. He was bigger than the average human, not only in length but also by the girth, making it a task for your body to be able to take him. It wasn’t as painful as the first time you had taken him. Still, it wasn’t something you could just adjust your body in moments. He more than enjoyed taking his time savoring all of the little noises and pleas you made as he pushed deeper every time. Raphael gently ran his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he still moved at a slow pace to give you time to adjust. As he exposed the curve of your neck, Raphael leaned in, his lips grazing your skin with a gentleness.

“I must admit - -” He whispered against your ear. “It’s exhilarating to have a mortal like yourself in my domain. Your resilience, your spirit - - it’s intoxicating.”

You found speaking difficult, lost in the sensations Raphael sent through your body.

“You have a way of making even the most dangerous games seem alluring.” You managed to whisper back to him before he pushed his cock even deeper into you, making you moan.

“Is that not the nature of temptation? To make the perilous seem appealing?”

“You’re an expert at that.” You panted.

Raphael pushed himself deeper into you with every thrust as you moaned around him. His hand moved to your throat, his sharp nails caressing your neck to your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.

“More - -.” You whispered. “Let me have more, please.”

As Raphael heard you begging, his hand tightened on your neck while the whole length of his cock sank to you, filling you all the way. If your mind was greedy to come to the demon’s domain, so was your body which became more wet every passing second as Raphael’s cock moved in you and the oxygen left your body. You felt lightheaded, but only to the point where it intensified everything you felt. His hand on your neck reminded you of how you had surrendered to the mercy of a devil, yet he decided to still make you feel so good that you couldn’t but ask and beg for more. Every passing second, every time you felt Raphael’s cock on the deepest parts of your body, your body was closer to the edge. All of the feelings pushed you further and further, from the weight of him over you to the heat radiating from his palm that made sure that you felt everything as intensively as you could.

Raphael shifted, looking directly into your eyes. “It’s been eons since I’ve felt such a connection with a mortal. You’re not like the others. There’s something - - unique about you.”

“Perhaps that’s why I find myself here, in the arms of a devil. Maybe I want something better than a mortal.”

“I hope so because I won’t let you compare me to mere mortals. Because you’ll soon see that I am capable of much more than any mortal ever could.”

Raphael’s hand left your neck, and just when you had time to think of why, you felt his tail rubbing against your asshole. The tip of the tail was small, almost pointed, but you knew better than to let your body rest since you knew that you wouldn’t get any rest from now on. You tried to relax as the tail eased into you slowly, accompanied by your moans and whines that you let out as Raphael worked both of your holes simultaneously, filling you unlike any human ever could. The tail moved up as Raphael’s cock filled your pussy, only for them to move at different paces, not giving you a second to breathe or collect your thoughts as all of your powers went to not lose yourself completely.

“Tell me, my sweet thing, let me hear that I am better than all mortals.”

Raphael’s eyes burned hotter than ever, and you tried not to leave your gaze as your back arched when his tail hit just the right spot, and a scream escaped from your lips. If it had been any other devil than Raphael, you would’ve probably screamed from the pain. Still, now, everything that your body wanted was to feel more of him and never leave where you were.

“Please - - by the nine Hells, Raphael.” You breathed loudly. “Please give me everything. I want you to have me.”

“Yes, say my name, little mouse. I want you to scream when you come.”

You felt like you hadn’t ever before, completely filled and at the mercy of a handsome devil. Raphael’s wings span on top of you, so he was the only thing you could see and the only thing you wanted to see at that moment. Your body was hot and sweating from both being pounded to hells but also wet around Raphael’s cock, which brushed your cervix as he pushed his length to you.

“Raphael - - Raphael please - - ” Your voice was a mix of lust, desperation, and ecstasy. “Take me.”

Raphael leaned closer, his lips on your ear and his horns brushing your forehead. “What a good girl you are.”

The pleasure flushed over you, filling your vision with white light and making you see stars as you came around him, every muscle in your body tensing as you did. Not long after, you heard Raphael’s low growl and felt how familiar warmness filled you, letting your body enjoy the fires of Avernus. You felt how your body tried to adjust to what had just happened. However, still, you felt how the cum dripped from your pussy to your thigh as Raphael let you free, letting you have space to breathe as he laid next to you, watching how you desperately tried to return to the right plane.

You weren’t sure how long time had passed when Raphael untied the ribbon that bound your hands, allowing you to wrap your arms around him as soon as he did. The two of you lay there for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other, lost in the moment. Finally, Raphael broke the silence as the first stars appeared in the Avernus’s darkening sky.

“Our time together is fleeting, but know you’ll always have a place here with me.”

“Do you promise to get a new lanceboard? I think the last one isn’t doing so great. Or maybe we must agree not to play if losing makes you this emotional.”

“You must admit that you enjoyed seeing me - - emotional.” Raphael brushed your hair as you lay against his chest, his wings wrapped around you. “And you didn’t win.”

“Rook takes your Cyric in two turns.” You whispered. “You’re a clever devil; you know how that game would’ve played out.”

“I know, darling. But you are more exquisite than even the most fascinating game.”

You laid against Raphael, letting his body intertwine with yours, as the night deepened and the world outside faded away.

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kiiwiigii · 7 months

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Appreciation

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alec decides to surprise you with a visit to your university. And you decide to surprise him in… other ways.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Edging

Oral (M. Receiving)

Slight voyeurism

Word Count: 1.2k+

Request: For Kinktober!

Under the desk with Alec!!!! Stay quiet while I suck you off pretty boyyyyy 😈

A/N: *evil laughter*

"Math sucks. Physics sucks. Everything sucks." I pouted.

Alec's sudden smirk had me blushing. His thumb came up and swiped along my bottom lip in a seductive manner.

"I see one thing that isn't sucking right now."

I shot him a glare before returning a smirk of my own. "That can easily be remedied you know."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. I got up, running my hands along his chest and I heard his breath hitch. I pushed him towards my chair lightly.

"Why don't you take a seat, baby." I let my voice drop into a breathy whisper, my heart racing at the idea of what we were about to do. "I should show my appreciation for all your help."

Alec gaped at me as he collapsed in the chair, stunned. Well, this was a first. I had left him speechless. I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised. I had never really taken control before, I preferred to be submissive mostly. But not at this moment. He had been teasing me all day and it was time for a little payback.

I gave him a sultry stare, or at least I hoped it was sultry. Either way, whatever I was doing seemed to be working, because he was just staring at me, wide-eyed. I slipped under the desk, pulling at his legs lightly to get him to move closer and out of view of any passerby.

I let my hands wander up his legs, feeling the muscles of his thighs twitch deliciously, before palming at his growing erection beneath his slacks. I saw his hands clench and I couldn't help but grin.

Oh yes. This was going to be fun.

"Tesero," He breathed. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea."

"Shut up, Alec and let me have my fun."

He growled in warning, but I ignored him, reaching up and freeing him from his slacks. Without any warning I gave his hard cock a long lick up the underside before letting my tongue swirl around the tip.

Alec gasped and gripped the table, his knuckles turning paler than they already were. I paused as I heard a crack.

"Alec." I admonished. "I haven't even done anything!"

Alec didn't say anything, but he moved his hands above the desk and out of sight. I heard the shuffling of papers from above and I grinned. He was going to pretend, was he?

I gave him another lick before taking him all the way in my mouth, swallowing the gag that worked its way up as he hit the back of my throat. He jerked in surprise, sucking in a ragged breath. I might be enjoying this a bit too much, but it was too late to turn back now. I began bobbing my head up and down slowly, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked hard.

Alec hissed quietly from above me, but I paid him no heed. I added my hand into the mix, speeding up and slowing down as he tensed. I wasn't about to let him cum so easily. Finally, I let him slide out of my mouth, letting my hands do the work.

"Excuse me."

Alec and I nearly choked as a new voice came from nearby. It was a girl from the sound of it, and she sounded rather shy. I couldn't help the grin that spread over my face. Slowly, ever so slowly, I took him back into my mouth, inch by inch, and I watched as Alec's thighs tensed, one of his hands coming under the table to grasp my hair and keep me still.

Sorry darling. But that wasn't going to work. Instead, I settled for suckling at his cock. His hand grasped my hair tighter and I tried not to moan, a wetness dampening my panties.

"I- I noticed you sitting over here, and it looks like you're studying the same subject as me." The girl continued, oblivious to my presence under the table. "I was wondering… if you'd like to come study with me? And maybe have dinner afterwards?"

Oh my god. He was getting asked out while I sucked his cock. I couldn't see whatever Alec was doing, but by the way he was holding on to me I had to assume that he was trying his best to keep a straight face. I let him slide out of my mouth again.

"How does it feel, darling? Do you like having your cock stuffed in my mouth?" I kept my voice low, well aware of the girl standing right there. "Do you like me sucking you off while another girl is asking you out?"

I heard something snap, and I assumed it must have been the pencil I had left on the table. I let out a little giggle before kissing up and down his cock, giving a lick here and there. I made sure to take my time, teasing until I felt him shaking beneath my hands.

"No thank you." He all but growled at the girl.

There was a shocked pause from the girl.

"Oh. Okay." She sounded so heartbroken.

I could hear her shuffling away sadly against the library carpet and I giggled quietly in glee before I took him back in my mouth, this time going fast and hard. His hips began to jerk before settling into a rhythm, rocking in tandem with my mouth.

If I had my way his boy was going to cum in my mouth.

Right here.

Right now.

I cupped his balls, giving them a gentle roll in my hands. He suddenly tensed and groaned, leaning forward onto the desk for support as I felt his cold seed burst into the heat of my mouth. I swallowed, enjoying the taste as I kept sucking, dialing it back just a little.

"Fuck. Y/N!" He hissed quietly.

His other hand reached under the desk and entangled them into my hair. I kept at it until he was shaking like a leaf.

"Y/N, you have to stop. I- I can't-"

He was panting.

I ignored his pleas, keeping my rhythm nice and slow. He could stop me, if he really wanted to, just like before. His hands were still in my hair after all. But instead of keeping my head still, he seemed to be pushing my head down onto his cock just a little. I hummed and he let out another hiss, thrusting his hips. I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him all the way to the back of my throat again. It didn't take long before I had him falling apart again, a low moan following right behind.

He shoved my head down all the way back to the base of his cock, rocking his hips as he finished coming for a second time. He was really shaking now. Practically vibrating. I let him go with a deliciously wet pop, my saliva a mere string between us now.

"Y/N."

He was still panting, but even panting his voice sounded dangerously husky. I knew I was going to be in for it when we returned to my dorm room.

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elains · 4 months

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Fionn's death, the Bog of Oorid and the Mask

I'm currently on my Sarah J. Maas brainrot era and chatting with my friends earlier, I drew a parallel which soon turned into a deep dive into ACOSF, HoFaS, and some mythology to boot. Worry not, I’ll keep the mythology part to myself first and foremost and this post will mostly revolve around the following: that the current state of the Bog of Oorid is due to Fionn’s death.

Spoilers for House of Flame and Shadow, so be warned.

In ACOSF, Amren tells us about the Bog of Oorid and how it wasn’t always this evil, accursed place. It used to be a sacred ground, where warriors of the Fae were laid to rest, long ago:

The Bog is a part of the Middle, which is mostly uncharted territory full of dangerous creatures, where Wild Magic runs unbound. A council of Ancient High Lords prohibited any mappings of it. We also learn from House of Flame and Shadow that the Middle was the Daglan's personal hunting grounds, where they unleashed beasts they bred to serve as worthy prey:

We know for a fact that Fionn was in a Marsh - a bog - when he died, with islands and grass and black waters, and we also know that the place was blooming when he was there. Even with the amount of evil and beasts kept in the Middle, the land was still thriving:

This is a sharp contrast to present day ACOTAR. In Silver Flames, the Bog is described as oppressively still and dead, all gnarly, leaflesss branches branches, crumbling trees, thorns. There are no birds, no insects. It's a place of death, of Evil, and it's remarked how it's as if not anything bloomed:

House of Flame and Shadow provides this passage just after Fionn dies:

Also from Flame and Shadow, we knows that the worlds have souls and degrees of sentience, as far as worlds go. Fionn is murdered in a foul act of violence, fueled by nothing but hunger for power by the very people who were supposed to aid him. Fionn, who worked to free the world from the Daglan feeding on its magic. It seems to me that the world was thankful to him for what he did, as it might have also been thankful to Theia.

And you know what's more interesting? That this is where the Mask ends up. We don't know what in the world happened to the Mask after Theia left Prythian; it's not said what she did with neither it nor the crown. Presumably other people got ahold of them (Helion's ancestor?). We don't know where the Crown was, but it's ironic that it ends up where Fionn died.

When approaching the water, Nesta remembers a story her mother told of how a cosuin was killed by Faeries, dragged to the depths and drowned:

Which is actually very similar with how Fionn himself comes to meet his end: bound and gagged and thrown into the water by his wife and general. Shortly after, she meets the Kelpie, who is described as such:

This is also remarkably similar to the creature that ultimately kills Fionn:

This Kelpie speaks to Nesta in the Old Tongue, which hasn't been spoken in fifteen thousand years. It retreated to the Bog thousands of years ago and it was probably the last o his kind. It could very well be the creature that killed Fionn, slain by Nesta, who goes to claim the Mask as he himself did.

Which brings up some questions: how did the Mask end up in the Bog of Oorid? It doesn't seem happenstance that it found its way to a place where death has in its grip and the open grave of the High King. Could it have been Helion's ancestor? His reaction to the mask is strange, visceral in a way the other's aren't. I'm betting that it was Helion's ancestors who took the Mask from Theia and once the power proved too much, discarded it to rest in Oorid.

But the point is that Fionn dies and it's the nail in the coffin for Oorid. The Bog withers to a giant, accursed grave, trapped in a state of perpetual death where nothing blooms.

Therein rests the first and last High King, the evil done to him forever imprinted on the land.

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cloverque · 7 months

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to where the willows weep (richter belmont)

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645 words

To Richter, vampires were categorised into two archetypes: evil and super effing evil. After hundreds of fights against these foul creatures, he realised that there was no such thing as a harmless vampire. How could a blood-drinking monster possibly be a good Samaritan, really? How could a monster that lived off the blood of sentient, living beings be anything but evil?

The probability of such a creature existing was nil, none, nada. Long ago he learnt the hard way that vampires were all evil. There was no in between. No room for negotiation.

When he wielded his mother’s whip for the first time– he swore on his family’s name that he would vanquish all vampires he encountered. There would be no mercy shown to these creatures of the night, for they were undeserving.

The moment you pulled down your mask, his hand instantly flew to his whip. The brunette backed up instinctively, creating distance between the two of you. You looked up from the bag on your lap, flowers in hand. Confusion shone in your eyes when he pointed accusingly at you.

“I know what you are,” he breathed. The young Belmont’s fingers found the handle of his weapon. “You’re one of them.”

You blinked slowly. In the presence of moonlight, your robed figure seemed to glow. “Oh. So you’ve figured it out.”

A sea of clouds rolled over Luna's wane, steadily shrouding the forest in darkness. As you slowly stood, Richter steadied his breathing. His grip on his whip tightened. Should you pounce–like all the other vampires before you– he was sure to separate your head from your body.

You gingerly pulled back your hood, revealing a pair of elongated ears pinned to the sides of your head. And the biggest giveaway–your fangs– which had been hidden behind your mask until now, glinted as your lips trembled.

“I’m really sorry. I had no choice but to keep it a secret,” You whispered. A beam of moonlight fell on you as the clouds rolled past. “I mean no harm.”

“How can I possibly trust you?” The brunette furrowed his brows. He jammed his finger in your direction. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t lob your head off!”

All he needed was for you to lurch at him. That would be his signal to end everything. This contract between the two of you meant nothing now that he knew what you truly were. Maybe the willow tree you claimed to be searching was made up from the start. Perhaps what you truly desired was a taste of his blood, just like dozens of other vampires. The taste of a Belmont’s blood.

Richter clenched his teeth at the thought. Perhaps the girl standing before him was a liar all along. And he did not take kindly to those who made a fool out of him.

Meekly, you clutched the little bouquet to your chest. From where he stood, the flowers were tiny coloured dots against your chest.

“I know it’s hard to believe but I’ve never drank a drop of blood after I was turned, honest. I’ve never harmed a single soul. Please… don’t be mad.”

Cautiously, you took a step forward. He took one step back. Richter unfurled his whip, steering himself for combat. You stopped moving and dropped your hands to your side.

You met his steady blue gaze sadly. Was this how it would end?

Suddenly, a wail pierced the air. A tremendous force shook the earth and you stumbled and fell on your knees. The flowers crumpled onto the dirt as you turned your gaze to the sky. A massive creature hovered above the trees, wings snapping as it howled. The trees shook from the flapping of its wings, raining a storm of leaves upon you two.

You held up a forearm to shield your eyes. This was sure to get messy.

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phoebepheebsphibs · 2 months

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They live here now

Ok so rather than spend an eternity sketching this out, I'll write it! STORY TIME!

CW: some descriptions of body horror (it's a hallucination)

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They'd decided to split up, in the end. That way they could cover more ground. The No Fun in Fungus Mikey had gone with the Until I Found You April and Karai. The others had gone off in their own little teams, with Mikey.02 going with the semi-evil Donnie and the morally grey Leo going with the Raph with anxiety issues and huge spikes on his elbows, taking Misa with them.

Mikey didn't want to pick favourites, but he had to say he was so ecstatic to spend more quality time with Gram-Gram. He'd teared up when he first saw her, and almost cried when she'd suggested that he come with them. Of course, mutant April was cool, too! But Mikey stayed close - almost uncomfortably close - to his alternate universe gram-gram. It took all his willpower to keep from holding her hand, clutching it tightly, wrapping his arms around her in a long-overdue hug. But he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He tried to keep his hands to himself. But that only made him focus on his scars and bandages, picking and scratching nervously at the marks that decorated his forearms and fingers.

"...Are they uncomfortable?" Karai asked, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"Huh? Oh! Uh, well, no, not anymore, really. Donnie got me these really cool compression gloves, and they help a lot. It's just a lot of scarring, now. But it looks cool, right?" He chuckled.

"Then why do you irritate the wounds?"

Mikey didn't really have an answer to that.

"Um... I guess... I'm just not used to them. I know they aren't bad or anything, but... they tell a story, y'know? And... I don't really like that story."

"I understand," Karai said, nodding softly and taking his hand in hers.

Mikey's stared down at the clasped hands. He smiled, squeezing her hand in his.

"Is it alright if I hold your hand? It will help keep you from fidgeting with the injuries," she asked.

"Yes," Mikey chuckled, awing at the irony. "That's fine! I don't mind."

The group pressed on. They walked past the many stands offering refreshments, references, lil kid coups, and villain squads to take over the surface world. There was a colourful assortment of characters they passed, each one having a somewhat familiar Leo with them.

"How will we tell which one is yours?" April asked.

"He's got really noticeable scars on his shell and plastron," Mikey explained. "Plus he's wearing blue nail polish. I painted his nails myself a few days ago."

"I think the prominent shell injuries will be easier to spot than the polish, but that's helpful," Karai noted.

"Look there!" April shouted suddenly, pointing towards a small cloud of blue in the distance.

The trio ran towards the smoke, finding several of the contestants screaming and crying as they tried to get away. Unseen by all, a disembodied sentient hand began scuttling away from the scene.

"There it is!" April shouted. "Get it! We get the hand, we find the alternate Leo!"

April immediately gave chase, Mikey and Karai calling after her to wait, be careful, it wasn't what it seemed. She didn't hear them.

She simply kept running after it, hoping beyond hope that her somewhat unreliable powers could help her catch the little creep. It certainly was fast! It slithered under a team of turtles, past April's reach. She concentrated hard, focused on the hand, and...

Poof!

April landed in a small area a few feet away from the hand, which somehow saw her - despite not having eyes - and attempted to stop itself. It slid on the floor, desperately trying to go in the opposite direction, when April's feline reflexes kicked in and she pounced on the creature. She placed all of her weight on the hand, crushing it under her stomach as she reached down and grabbed it by its wrist and gripped it with all her might.

"Ha! Gotchya! No scurrying away now -"

The hand threw the spores into her face. How?! Where had it gotten that secret stash from?! It wasn't as though it had pockets or anything to carry the extra fear spores in! April hacked and coughed, rejecting the air from her lungs and backing away. She felt the hand wriggling furiously in her palms. She held on to it with a death grip.

"No, no! You won't get away that easily, I don't care what you show me..."

April stood up, glaring at the arena before her as it slowly melted away.

"Now... show me what you've got."

The halls went dark. The crowds turned and looked at her. They started screaming. Faces came into focus... Dale, Kendra, Jason, Jeremy, Taylor Martin: the coolest girl in school, Seigel the lizard boy... all her "friends" from the school she'd had to quit. All of her previous bosses and employers, little Timmy from Albearto's, the guy who always dropped his groceries... they were here, too? And they all looked terrified of her. Disgusted by her. Some people started throwing stones and rocks at her, shouting at her to "get away from us, freak!" A bruise formed on her arm. April's knees started to shake. If this wasn't real... then why did it hurt like it was? She took a step back. The hand kept trying to wrestle itself free. She pressed it against her chest, digging her fingernails into it. It returned the favour. Still, she held on. She turned away from the crowds, only to be met by her mother and father.

"Mom? Dad...? What... what's wrong?"

"April, honey? Is... is that you?"

This wasn't a hallucination. This was a memory. Her parents, loving and understanding as they were, were terrified and horrified when she'd come home that night, covered in fur and sporting a brand new tail.

"What... what happened to you, sugar?" Her dad asked, his eyes pooling with tears behind his glasses.

"I... I know it looks bad, but..."

"We want our little baby back," her mom sobbed. "We want our sweet little April! Give her back to us!"

"What? I'm the same as I've always been! I just... got a little update, that's all!" April tried to choke down the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You... Mom and Dad never said that. They... they weren't - they aren't scared of me! I'm not a monster!"

"Yes you are."

April's eyes widened as the voice echoed all around the halls. It was deafening. She took a step back, felt something crunch and crack underneath her shoes. She looked down, and saw she was standing on a broken mirror. It's shards showed a deformed amalgamation of a beast, hairy and gnarled and bones bending the wrong way, large and warped and horrible! It looked like one of the giant zombie bosses from the video games she played, flesh turning in odd angles and folds, the four eyes burning and glowing but nearly falling out of the face, held in by loosely fitted bags of skin. The hair was snarled and the teeth were jagged. She It had four arms instead of two, and each set looked different. One pair was human - hers, her wonderful beautiful human skin spackled with mangey tufts of yellow hair. The other set of arms were smaller, almost animal-like... she knew exactly who they'd belonged to.

"You are a monster. You meant to save him, but you ended up killing him. You wanted to be his saviour, but you became his demise."

April screamed at the sight, the reflection howling and roaring right back at her. She ran from it, it followed her. The room got darker the further she ran away. She tripped over something, screaming with fear as the monster came closer...

...

"Where did she go?!" Karai yelled angrily. Not at Mikey, not meaning to be aggressive, but quite obviously she was worried. April had no idea what she was getting into with this thing! They didn't even know what that hand really was! It could be an oni, or a demon, or a interdimensional force, for all they knew!

The duo kept running through the crowds, searching for their friend.

"She's gotta be here somewhere," Mikey huffed as he tried to keep up with Karai.

Suddenly, a scream.

"Found her."

The two rushed towards the screams, and found April running at them frantically, her eyes glazed over with a blue tint, her arms hugging the hand close to her as she barrelled towards them. Mikey pulled out his nunchucks to stop her, and golden chains burst forth - one of which wrapped around her ankle and caused April to trip.

"Nicely done," Karai complimented.

Mikey beamed with pride, as the two dashed to April, who was still shrieking and trying to get away from whatever terrified her so.

"April? Can you hear me, April?" Karai tried.

April hyperventilated, her breaths short but fast. She wasn't getting enough air in her lungs...

"April!" Mikey shouted. "It's me and Gram-Gram!"

"Oh please, not you too," Karai mumbled under her breath. She'd save it for later, they had more pressing matters at hand... Karai knelt by the young girl. Mikey danced nervously around them, reaching for his AU friend.

"I can use my ninpo to snap her out of it--"

"No," Karai ordered, holding a hand out to keep Mikey at bay. "As painful as this is, I suspect that if she is under the spore's spell, she can counter it and use it."

"Use it... how?"

Karai ignored him, scooting in closer to April. She reached forwards and placed her hand on her shoulder, a soft green glow emanating from the touch.

"April. If you can hear me, know that you can beat this. You CAN beat it. This is nothing more than a fear, a thought, something you came up with, and as such you can destroy it. You shall not be challenged with something beyond your abilities!"

"I... I can't," April whimpered. "You're not seeing what I see..."

"That means nothing. You can beat it regardless."

"NO!" she screamed, clutching onto the evil hand so tightly that it turned purple. "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT! I'M NOT -- I'M NOT BRAVE LIKE YOU, I CAN'T FIGHT WHOLE DEMONS OR CURSED SETS OF ARMOR OR MONSTERS OR ALIENS OR--!"

"But you can, wakai hito, you can!" Karai insisted. "You ARE brave! I have seen you be brave! Just because you experience fear does not mean you are absent of courage. Courage is not the absence of fear, but the confrontation of it! It is how we respond to our terrors that is what is so important. And right now, I need you to help us."

"H-help?" she whimpered. "What do you...?"

"April, I believe that by using my ninpo, I can connect you to the spores hive-mind. You can use them to search for Leonardo. But you MUST defeat your fears first!"

"Come on, April!" Mikey joined in. "You got this!"

...

April thought about it. The monster came crashing through the glass, roaring at her. She stared it down.

Defeat my fear. Defeat my fear. Defeat my fear.

Okay then.

April stood up, staring the gross frankensteinian beast in its misshapen eyes. Drool dripped from their fangs, it snarled and heaved its heavy breath and growled low at her. April casually walked towards it.

"I know what you're scared of. And it's not that we killed him," she said, tears pricking her eyes as she crept closer to the ugly thing.

It growled louder at her. She took another step forwards. It took one step back.

"And it isn't that everyone else thinks that we're a monster, or a freak, or an outcast. They thought that long before we ever mutated, and it never bothered us."

The beast whimpered as she continued to come closer and closer. Its arms went slack, its deformed body turning in on itself as it tried to get away from her, terrified of her. The broken form betrayed itself, the legs caving in under the body, the stubby little arms cracking under the weight as it tried to hold its grotesque self up. It lay on the ground whimpering and whining and crying as April O'Neil stood over it.

"I'm not afraid of you," she said, her voice wavering as she finally admitted the truth. "I'm afraid of me. I'm afraid that... I'll never accept this. I'm afraid that who I am now... will never be who I wanted to become. I'm afraid that I will hate myself and blame myself for as long as I'll live. But that isn't true. It can't be, I won't let it be," April said, tears stinging her eyes and voice shaking as she knelt down by the monster, which had slowly been re-forming, changing into a proper reflection. It looked exactly like her, before she had been mutated. Her human form.

"I'm not afraid of you," she assured the frightened reflection. "And... and I forgive you, too. It wasn't your fault. You can let it go..."

April wrapped her arms around the reflection, who stiffened, and then went limp, sobbing into her jacket.

"I'm sorry."

The world erupted into light and darkness.

The figure burst into tiny specks of glowing blue light, fluttering away into the sky like stars determined to become a constellation, and April found herself floating, out of her own body, like a ghost. This must be the whole "pinpo" thing Karai was always going on about... The world was dead to her, she was far beyond it. It was a void, but not an empty one. It was filled with stars and light and souls and voices and music and webs - lines that connected one light to another.

"...pril! If you can... hear me.... Leo... find Leo!"

"Karai? Is that you?"

"Find Leo... hurry!"

Right, right! Find Leo. April began swimming in the near-emptiness around her, the realm that resembled outer space. A flicker of light soared past her. She reached out and touched it.

April gasped for air as she became an intangible ghost, witnessing someone's fear as they were spore-bombed... a moth/butterfly creature, watching as a thousand million spiders came for them.

She released the light, and found herself back in the void. So... each of these lights was a person, and their hallucinations from the mushroom spores!

"How am I supposed to find one mutant turtle in all of this?!" she shouted.

Her echoes flowed through the cavernous nothingness. Well, not complete nothingness, there was... wait, what was that?

Far off in the distance, there was a black hole. A dark spot, inky devastation, with nothing but a singular blue spark in the center, dimly lit and slowly fading. April soared towards it.

The darkness was suffocating. It was cold, frigid, and lonely. She had to hurry, she could feel herself slipping away from this place... waking up, coming to....

The tiny light she'd seen was no bigger than a firefly, blinking sadly and losing its will to keep the light going. April cupped her hands under it, holding it close.

And she waited to be transported into the fear. But nothing happened. The light from her hands faded away, but she was left drifting in the black hole.

She was utterly, painfully alone.

No... There was a shadow, floating nearby... A person?

"Leo?"

He didn't seem to hear her. She tried moving towards him, but couldn't get her phantom self to move in this place. She stretched her arm out, trying oh so desperately to get to him...

Her arm ignited in flame and a ghostly extension grew, reached out, her ninpo hand getting closer and closer and closer... but the world began to fade around her. She was running out of time!

"Leo!" she shouted desperately.

He turned softly.

His eyes were half-shut, but glowing an ominous shade of blue. His cheeks were stained with tears, which were also a bright neon glow-in-the-dark blue. He looked like a zombie, like he didn't even register who she was so much as the fact that she'd disturbed him.

He sadly reached out a hand... and touched her ninpo fingers.

APRIL WAS SNAPPED BACK TO REALITY SO FAST THAT IT GAVE HER WHIPLASH, A THOUSAND VISIONS FLOODING IN HER HEAD AND CAUSING HER TO SCREAM IN PAIN. SHE SAW THE DESTRUCTION, THE DEVASTATION, THE PAIN AND MISERY AND HURT AND LONELINESS. SHE SAW HIM REACH FOR HIS PACK AND FIND THE CONTENTS MISSING, HIS DETERMINATION TO RETRIEVE THEM, HIS CHASE AFTER THE HAND, THE ROOM --

...

"APRIL!" Mikey shouted, shaking her as she woke up. "ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"I-I'm... I'm alright," she panted, a cold sweat running down her neck and soaking her back. "That... that was kind of intense..."

"What was it like?" Karai asked nervously. "You were... not really present here. I sensed you'd gone to some other plane, or dimension - when I touched you, It felt like the Twilight Realm all over again..."

"It... I don't know what it was," April said, breathing heavily as she rubbed her arms from where the hand had scratched her... wait...

"Where... where's the hand.PNG?! Where did it go?!"

"You dropped it when you... hugged whatever it was you saw," Mikey whimpered. "We should have gone after it, but once you let go you started glowing and floating and were in your weird trance thing, and the hand sort of vanished."

"That's... that's alright, we don't need it anyway."

"Did you see him?" Mikey begged. "Did you find Leo?"

"I did," she said, the memory of that cold, dank, dark place slowly seeping back and causing her spine to freeze like ice and her hair to stand up on the back of her neck. "I saw him. He doesn't have much time left."

"W-Whaddya mean, he doesn't have much time left? What's happening to my brother??" Mikey whimpered.

"I don't know. But I think he's... he's stuck in the spores. Stuck in the hallucination, and if we don't find him soon--"

"But what's the worst that can happen? He has a heart attack or something? Could he literally be scared to death?"

"I fear it's much worse than that," Karai said, her voice low. "Michelangelo, you told me that the spores were connected to a larger mushroom?"

"Y-yeah, why--"

"I think that the longer he stays in his hallucination, the more... under its control he becomes? He barely reacted when he saw me, he looked like a sleepwalker or something," April explained. "We have to get him out before..."

"...Before what?" Mikey squeaked in terror, his head slowly retracting into his shell.

"I don't know for sure. But don't you worry," April said, standing up and dusting herself off. "I know where he is."

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 5 months

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‘Mourning Doves’

Summary:

Despite the fact that it had been years since Valdelobos- years since Leon saved Luis from that knife to the back- Leon still can’t help but remember that day. He still can’t help but get triggered by the smallest of things and dissociate as a result.

But luckily, Luis is always there to comfort him, hug him, and offer him a distraction. Oddly enough, in the form of Mourning Doves

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,000

Trigger Warnings: Panic attacks, dissociation, depression, anxiety, derealisation

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff and angst

A/N: UHHHHHHHHHHHH SORRY FOR NO FICS IN SUCH A LONG TIME TUMBLR EXPLODED MY ACC!!!!!!!!!! BUT HERES A MEW SHORT ONE FOR YOU GUYS YIPPEEEE!!!!!!! Go give it some kudos or something idk!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fic under Cut!!!!

Leon sat on his unmade bed. Completely motionless. He had his legs crossed and arms folded tightly against his chest in some vain attempt of self-soothing; not too nonadjacent to a young child forcing themselves out of a panic attack.

Except Leon had nothing to be upset over. Nothing tangible or real, at least.

But that didn’t stop the horrible, yet ever-familiar grip on his chest from tightening its claws around him even firmer. That didn’t stop the sickening, ill, and all-consuming pit of anxiety to worm his way deep into his sternum; pulsating like a virus Leon was familiar with destroying.

Leon could deal with Bioweapons. He could deal with viruses and plagues and whatever manmade horror the sick freaks he fought against could think to create.

But his own mind? He wasn’t trained for that. He was never taught how to deal with his mental health in a way that seemed healthy. He was never taught how to deal with his problems without the use of alcohol- Which led him to where he was right now.

Sitting on his bed, effectively paralyzed, staring out the window while internally screaming for his brain to stop replaying the same series of events over and over again like some kind of sick and twisted form of torture.

Leon couldn’t think about anything else. He couldn’t think about how the sheets under his hands felt or how the breeze from his window smelt like early-summer; he was trapped in his own mind.

So much so, that even when Luis silently slipped through their shared bedroom door and sat down on the bed beside him, Leon didn’t even notice the weight dip beneath the both of them. He hadn't even noticed Luis was there at all until a familiar hand crept up his shoulder.

“ Mi amor,”

His voice was soft. Characteristically so. He

spoke like Leon was made of fragile porcelain. Which, in that moment, he felt like he was.

Luis paused, waiting for Leon to respond. A sign of life from behind those distant blue eyes. Something, anything.

“What’s got you so upset, ¿mi vida?”

And oh, how Leon was so easy to break down by just a simple question.

He turned to Luis with big, watery blue eyes and a trembling lip- trying his damned to not shatter right then and there- but the second he came face to face with Luis’ kind, ever-understanding and patient expression, he had no choice but to break down in his arms.

He sobbed as Luis held him. He sobbed like he’d never cried before; like a baby taking their first breaths and finding the world too overwhelming. Everything felt overwhelming to Leon. His body felt like a prison of fear and relentless anxiety and all he could do to remedy that was to cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and-

“ Ssssshhhhhh… está bien, mi amor… te tengo, te tengo…”

Luis ran a hand through Leon's hair, keeping him grounded- protecting him from his own memories. Like the tried and true knight in shining armor he was.

He was so patient. So comforting and reassuring that it only served to make Leon cry even harder. He waited for what felt like ours for Leon to stop crying- and was right there to dry his tears with his thumbs once Leon had finally gathered the strength to sit up from his curled-up position on Luis’ lap.

“I-I’m s-sorry-“

“Don’t be,”

Luis kissed him on the cheek.

“You don’t ever need to be sorry. I just worry for you, cariño-“

“I-I k-know you do… I just…”

Leon trailed off, sighing like an old dog. Words were hard to express, especially when Luis already had an idea of what was coming.

“What’s got you so upset, mi mundo?”

Leon’s lips tightened as he pressed them together. He could feel his own heart thump against his chest- sickly and repetitive.

“….I don’t know”

“You don’t know?” Luis cocked his head. Leon shook his own, sinking further into his partner’s arms.

“I don’t know why I’m so upset. I don’t know why I’m so anxious. I just… am.”

“Do you know if there was anything that, ah, what’s the word-“ Luis snapped his fingers, “triggered it?”

Leon paused.

He knew exactly what had ‘triggered’ this train of emotions. He knew exactly where it had started; but part of him didn’t want to admit it out loud.

The thought had come to him early in the morning and left him feeling rotten all day.

How on earth was he supposed to explain to Luis that a single, made-up scenario in his mind had left him practically glued to his bed like this? He felt pathetic, to say the least.

“…. You can be honest with me,”

Luis whispered into his ear, as if he were able to read his mind.

“ I promise, I only want to help..”

“ I know you do,”

Leon mumbled back, burying his nose in the familiar fabric of Luis’ jacket. It smelt like cigarettes and leather.

“ I jus’ dunno how to explain it…”

“Take aaaaaaaaall the time in the world you need, mi vida,”

Luis pressed a kiss to the crown of Leon’s head and began rubbing circles into his back. Slow, repetitive and comforting.

“ I’ve got all the time in the world for you.”

And true to his word, Luis didn’t pry. He didn’t try to coax anything out of Leon when he remained silent for god knows how long; he just… stayed with him. Holding him. Being the pillar of comfort Leon so desperately needed in his life right about now.

God, where would he be without Luis?

That thought made him shudder.

“…¿Amor?”

Luis must’ve noticed it, too.

“I was thinking about what would’ve happened if you died,”

Leon blurted out. Rather ungraciously. The panic that teetered on the edge of clawing at his chest and ripping his ribcage wide open was far too threatening for Leon to stay silent over any longer.

“T-This morning,” Leon managed to collect his words best he could, voice shaky and uneven.

“I-I w-woke up- a-and y-you weren’t there- and- and- and I thought to myself- w-what would it have been like if- if I didn’t help you? If I- I- I- if I left you there to-“

“ Oh, mi amor…”

Despite the very-much-so-alive Luis’ gentle voice being audible in Leon's ears, the mental image of his bloody body strewn across the floor with Krauser’s knife lodged firmly into his spine was too much for the anxious man to handle.

So Leon cried. He cried and he cried and he cried. He sobbed so loudly his own ears rang and his knuckles went white from grabbing onto Luis’ leather jacket so tightly. He cried so hard he thought he might vomit.

It was awful. He felt trapped in his own body with no way of escape. All his mind would let him do was replay that same imaginary image of Luis’ corpse sitting lifeless against the wall like a Ragdoll; cruel and taunting. No matter how much Leon tried to break away from that picture in his head, it just never left.

He wanted it to stop. He’d do anything to make it stop. He’d drink he’d throw himself in front of a van he’d bash his head against a wall he’d-

“Oh, huh, would you look at that…”

“ W-What??”

Leon was broken out of the sickly and unending grasp of his brain for just a moment when Luis spoke up; his voice weirdly lighthearted and… distracted?

The brunette was staring at something on the opposite end of the room with an expression of mild curiosity.

“¿No puedes ver? Look,”

Luis ever-so-gently grabbed Leon’s chin and gingerly tilted his head towards the window;

Where, sitting on the sill that had been overgrown with weeds at this point, were two mourning doves- preening each other and cooing into the sky.

“Doves”

“Y-yeah…”

Leon sniffled, a little confused.

“Oye, I wonder how long they’ve been there”

“I haven’t seen them before,”

Leon mumbled against Luis’ chest, instinctively sinking against his body weight a little as his attention fastened entirely on the two birds sitting on the windowsill. They fluffed up their feathers and began to nestle down into the thick ivy, and silently, Leon thanked himself for not ripping it out earlier. Their little eyes closed in comfort as they squished against one another.

“I wonder if they’re building a nest”

“I hope so,” Leon mumbled again, suddenly feeling oddly… calm?

“I’ve never had, like, a bird nest on my window before”

“My old home used to be a paradise for birds,” a smile was evident in Luis’ voice as he spoke,

“They’d nest in the attic, in the windowsills, in the chimney- anywhere you can imagine, they’d be there.

“My Abuelo used to help me feed them, too. We’d tear up bits of bread and feed the crumbs to the sparrows outside…”

Luis began to trail off, recalling a memory in which as a little boy he slipped off the roof of his home while trying to throw the baby birds sitting on the chimney some bread crumbs- and Leon listened to every single word that left his partner's mouth. All the while watching the doves slowly nestle their way to sleep.

It was as if the bird's exhaustion rubbed off on Leon, too; because in mere moments, the poor man was slowly starting to struggle keeping his eyelids open, let alone make out the convoluted sentences that left Luis’ mouth.

It was like he had suddenly become so very aware of the way his body sat in his partner’s arms; the way his jaw ached for clenching it for hours on end and the way his limbes screamed as though he’d just run a marathon. The way his eyes stung and the way the puffiness clogged up the little amount of vision he did have left.

Leon’s brain felt thick; foggy, heavy and swimming with emotions so fickle and impossible to grasp- like fish in a pond- yet so impactful it left him rotting in his bed for hours on end. Funny how the mind works like that, right?

What was Leon worried about again? He couldn’t even remember. It was as if his mind couldn’t fathom a world beyond the methodical melody of Luis’ familiar pattern of speech and the low purring the doves outside cooed. It was as if Leon had been snapped back down to his reality and could finally feel the sheets beneath his fingers again and-

Oh.

Ooooooooooooohh.

That’s probably why Luis pointed out the birds. That’s why he started talking about something totally unrelated.

He was trying to provide Leon a distraction. Some semblance of relief.

Leon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the realization.

And even if he wanted to, he felt far too exhausted- emotionally and physically- to bring his body to do either of those things.

What he could do, however, was sink even further down into Luis’ lap; resting his head on his chest, which was characteristically showing through an unbuttoned shirt just how he always wore it.

That was one thing Leon was grateful for; that no matter what life threw at him, little habits like that never changed with Luis. Little habits that Leon learnt to adore so thoroughly over time made him feel overwhelmed. Little habits he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Leon instinctively nuzzled his nose against Luis’ chest hair and practically melted the second his partner ran a hand through his hair- cold rings clinking against his scalp was a welcomed replacement to the way his skin burned and stung from his tears.

Luis’ heartbeat reverberated against Leon's ears and the rumble of his voice soothed his already tired body down to a mere puddle of exhaustion. It was repetitive. Comforting. Real.

Luis was real. Here was right here, holding him, talking to him in time with his beating heart. Telling him stories of a time long-gone while simultaneously pointing out all the little things that still remained.

Speaking of, the doves on the windowsill had fallen asleep a long time ago now. And Leon wasn’t far behind.

Maybe Luis didn’t notice it. Maybe he did, but still kept talking just to be safe- but Leon had fallen inbetween the cracks of wakefulness and sleep long ago. His mind was still active yet there wasn’t a chance in the world he could be moved from his position anytime soon.

And if Luis didn’t notice it earlier, he certainly had now with the way he so delicately kissed the crown of Leon’s head, mumbling into his ears;

‘‘ Go to sleep, Amor,’’

Luis kissed him again. This time on the forehead.

“ I’ll be right here when you wake up. Te amo.”

Leon trusted him. By god, he trusted him more than anyone else in the entire world; and he loved him even more than that, too.

So he trusted that Luis would be there when he woke up.

He trusted that he wouldn’t leave him- that he wouldn’t stop holding him in his arms like this. Safe, quiet, and loved.

Leon didn’t have to listen to the cruel torment of his mind anymore- and, yes, saying that was easier than done- but he at least knew that if did fall down that sick, dark and neverending rabbit hole ever again;

He’d have Luis by his side to help pull him back up.

And Leon would do the same for him in a heartbeat, too.

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months

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The Sea Witch P1

Media The Maze Runner AU X Mermaids

Character Newt (Merman)

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Dark + flirty

Concept Merman X Sea Witch

I laid on my usual rock leisurely and observed the fish float around the reef, the sweet anemones dance in the currents, and the sunlight breaking through the surface miles above me. I suppose I'd been avoiding things, but surely, everyone needs an escape. Every so often, to pass the time I would blow bubbles. I Pursued my lips and made large air bubbles that would ripple and jiggle up from my rock, disappearing from my view not long after. I could hear the Syren song even from here, but that only made me want to avoid it even more.

"Newt?" A voice called across the reef,

I perked up sitting up a little seeing a familiar figure across the way, Light blue tail and dark brown hair he swam over and sat himself on my rock

"Hi Tommy," I gave him a brief forced smile

"What are you doing, all the way out here?"

"Sittin'," I shrug

"You're Father will be looking for you,"

"When isn't he," I sighed moving to lie on my back

"Well he likes to know where you are"

"Why does your family never worry about where you are?"

"because they know I'm either in my room or at Teresa’s"

"Yeah no one sends an army out for you if you don't come home in time"

"Well you best get home then" he says swimming off to make his way to Pearls, I know he's right I just didn't particularly like hearing it, so I sighed fixed my hair and swam home sneaking my way into the back of the castle. Immediately I noticed how busy everyone was everyone seemed to be rushing around, seeming panicked and concerned I imagine that's because of me it usually is but people are normally this concerned as this is such a common thing so normally people don't get so worried, and there's usual a guard waiting even at the back entrance to escort me to my father, so I headed to the throne room expecting to be yelled at halfway across the ocean.

But I stopped short "Father! What's happened?" I asked as I came to his side, he sat on the throne barely able to breathe or move his tail, his skin falling off his bones, and he barely had the strength to grip my hand back.

"There was a break-in," the advisor told me

"A break-in! What are you talking about?"

"She broke into the castle"

"Who?"

"The witch of the dark sea"

"Y/n… that evil witch! What did that hellish thing want?"

"The same as all her visits, for the dark sea to be given independence and for her to be officially recognised as its queen"

"That's ridiculous!"

"That's precisely what you're father said, however this time she was... less detoured"

"That's just the way she is, she's an evil thing, pure evil. What horrible witchcraft has she cursed upon my father?"

"She stole the Aurze Crystal"

"She what!"

"She stole the crystal, right from his crown."

"She's taken it?"

"Yes Sir"

"We have to retrieve it. without the crystal, He'll die"

"We have guards trying to figure out her location-"

"We know her location she's in the dark sea, she would have slinked back there the moment she took the crystal"

"Yes sir but.."

"But? The king is dying there is no time for but"

"But. few of the guards are willing to go into the dark sea"

"So? What's the plan then if they won't go what do we do?"

"We will plant a battalion of our best and bravest outside the edge of the dark sea, put the pressure on, she'll return the crystal if she wants her sea to remain." he explained "Go up to your room, we'll have the nurses care for the king we'll make sure to keep you updated on anything," he says

I sighed but did as he told me swimming up to my tower, I laid on my bed and immediately pouted.

They really think she'll give the crystal back if they just sit outside and wait.

None of them will even go in there.

We can't wait for her... she'll wait for my father to die and come in with her army of swamp madness to take control.

We couldn't wait.

I can't wait.

My father will be dead within a month without the crystal, and that's to say nothing of unrest in the kingdom without the crystal and its magic, A year without the crystal the kingdom will fall back to the sand and rocks from that which it was formed. We don't have time to be patient. The Army will take days to get across the ocean to the dark sea.

I could swim there in a day, I'm small, I'm fast, I'm sneaky, and she won't be expecting us to send someone alone. I could sneak there steal back the crystal and get back in time. I don't think I have much of a choice.

I grabbed some things I might need in a bag and threw it over my shoulder, I built a little pillow body in my bed and snuck my way out the window and the castle.

I made sure I wasn't spotted by anyone even if that meant I did have to be a little more sneaky than I usually would but it wasn't long until I reached the border, the normal blue with light breaking through beyond the border it was dark, little light was able to get through, the sweet fresh sand replaced with harsh marsh and moss the whole place looked unattractive and concerning. But I had to do this, I made my way into the dark sea doing my best not to touch anything as I headed deeper and deeper, barely any light made its way here, the gross moss and mud below me, tall reeds and seaweed often knotting around themselves, I could have sworn I saw yellow eyes watching me from the darkness but I just swam on. Until At last I found the dark oily stone castle of the dark sea, the home of the sea witch. I made sure to sneak my way close watching explosions of colour from the windows within and listening to the gentle sound of her song. She sounded quiet at a distance so I snuck myself inside making sure to listen and check everywhere for dangers and the crystal.

"AHHHH!" I screamed in shock as something grabbed my tail these creeping Thorn-covered weeds I had seen all about the castle it had grabbed and wrapped around the end of my tail leaving me unable to swim I desperately tried to unknot it from around me but that only seemed to catch the thorns more causing more pain.

Her sly evil chuckle echoed across the castle

"No, no no," I muttered desperately trying to get out of these thorns

"Well, well. Hello little prince" her voice spoke up

"Y/n" I glared as I looked at her as she lingered above me her long dark hair swirling, her body in a skintight almost seamless black dress with no tail as she had become one with the moss and dark water of the dark sea leaving her lower half fluid

"Well this is a surprise, you could have called I'd have cleaned the place up” She smirked

“You know why I’m here”

“I do but it’s still lovely for you to pop by” she smiled “You’re here for this” she smiled clicking her fingers and there hovered above her hand was the crystal, the moment I saw it I tried to grab for it but she was smart clicking her fingers again and it disappeared “Ah ah ah. Not so fast you can’t just take it and go, that would make you a very rude guest Newt”

“Give me the crystal! You know what will happen if you don’t return it”

“I do.”

“The army will be here in days-”

“I know, but I think I’ve found myself an even better hostage to negotiate with” she smirked “Vines, my lovely little pets. Take him to the dungeon!”

“No! Noo! Let me go!” I screamed desperately clawing my nails into the stone floor trying to prevent the veins from dragging me away but they tightened and forced me away with little resistance. It dragged me down to the bottom of the castle into a stone and metal dungeon where the vines finally let go of me leaving me in the dark dungeon and a scratched tail for a good while.

“Enjoying my dungeon?” she smirked as she headed down to see me

“Not particularly”

“Awww I gave you the nice room” she cooed

“I’d be happier if you let me go!”

“That’s not going to happen, I have a prince as a hostage why would I give that up?” she smirked she merely moved her hand and my body was thrown against the wall

“They’ll know I’m missing soon, they’ll come after you”

“I’m counting on it. The marshes have been hungry of late”

“You can’t really think I’ll just stay here, I won’t stop trying to get out!”

“Ohh you’re not going anywhere little prince” She smirked as she snapped her fingers and all of a sudden the stone wall I had been pushed against seemed to wriggle, to writhe almost as if it came alive, it became fluid much like her body I screamed in fear as it came alive and before I could swim away tendrils stretched out from the wall and wrapped around the end of my tail, my waist, my upper arms, my wrists and my neck pulling me tight to the fleshy wall giving me utterly no resistance from her control. “Now, you stay here and get comfortable while I deal with some business” she smiled brushing some of my hair from my eyes

“Evil Witch!”

“Aww thank you” she smiled giving my cheek a kiss before she headed away

“You can’t silence me!” I yelled but she snapped her finger and another tendril came and made its way towards my mouth Immediately I shut my mouth as tight as I could shaking my head trying to get it away from me but it forced its way into my mouth and halfway down my throat enough to make me gag and choke, it throbbed inside my mouth but no matter how much I tried to bite and fight it merely forced my mouth open

“I think I can little prince” she smirked “Have a nice evening, I’ll be seeing you later”

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kalevalakryze · 3 months

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Yhe'na Det Och'sa

Chapter Six: Daark'a Ehtu

Summary: With Shin gone and the threat of facing the consequences of her attachments once again, Ahsoka and co are left battling a ticking clock. It's up to Shin to keep themselves in one piece until rescue comes. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3| 4 | 5 | 6 AO3 Link: Here! Notes: All amazing artwork posted in the fic done by @somewillwin Warnings!: This chapter will include torture Drowning, skin peeling, bone breaking, psychological torment, and more. Please continue at your own risk. This chapter is imperative to the story we are telling HOWEVER, if you want to skip this update and read only chapter 7 when it comes out, the aftermath will explain the happenings in much less detail than it's written here.

The first thing Shin noticed upon waking up was the extreme restrictions that were suffocating them. It was not just binders on their wrists and ankles, but a suffocation in their very soul. The Force, it seemed, had abandoned them after their failure.

It had all felt like a nightmare, like every cold night on Ibaar alone combined with the feeling of yellowed eyes on the back of her head on Ilum, yet as their eyes began to blink open, they were met with waves of pain in their head and their hand.

Strong bindings kept the pre-teen bound to a table, she couldn’t see the door from where she sat, though there was… something humming in her ear, the sounds of an Imperial probe droid, maybe? Whatever it was, it was just out of eyesight, no matter how they fought to turn their head against the table.

“Finally awake?” The voice was sickly smooth, unchanged by the mask of their helmet this time. Her footsteps were light as she rounded the table, all shining armor and smooth leather. A hand reached out, fingers gentle against bruised flesh as she cradled the child’s face, giving Shin a full view of yellowed eyes and the poison in her veins, inky blackness spreading through sickly pale skin. “Poor thing,” Her bottom lip pouted out; If it were anyone else, Shin may have felt actual sympathy.

Shin tried to wrench their head from her grasp, though they only succeeded in the gentle grip turning harsh, pity melting away into something worse. “Forgive me,” The grip lessened again and Shin’s brows furrowed.

“Your play on niceties or compassion won’t work on me,” the twelve-year-old rasped, eyes narrowing as they forced themselves to meet the Sith’s gaze. “ I know what you are, ”

This enticed warm laughter from the woman, though it sounded wrong , otherworldly, like it was coming from a body that did not exist in the physical realm. The woman’s lip pouted as the raucous laughter died down. “The message didn’t stick . Hit her again,” A dismissive hand was waved, sending panic through aching bones. Again? But what…?

A memory, a flash of something rancid in their veins. “Where is Fulcrum?” Searing pain at constant refusals and sealed lips. It was then that Shin became aware of the pain in their entire body.

“What did you do to me..?” No amount of training could mask the waver in their voice or the involuntary way their body began to tremble. How could she forget? How could her body allow her a reprieve from the agony in her bones? The humming droid from the corner came around the table.

Shin’s heart dropped to her stomach. How long had she been here? How much was her mind refusing to show her in a feeble attempt to protect her? Red lights gleamed on an ultrachrome needle, a separate tube that went up into the IT-O droid drawing a sickly yellow liquid into the cartridge for the needle. “Your dedication to your…” A pause. Those same sickening fingers stroked across the dried and cracking paint on their cheeks. “Master is commendable, Padawan.”

Having to pick between two evils, Shin allowed her head to lean into the cold hand that cusped her cheek, trying to lean as far away from the needle as physically possible as the droid awaited its next command. “I can shut it off,” The Inquisitor promised, thumb stroking across the pre-teen’s cheekbone as yellowed eyes looked from girl to droid pointedly. “If you only tell me where to find Fulcrum, this can all stop.”

“You’ve gotta keep Snips safe for me…” A Jedi Knight had told her, once. She did not know his face, or his name, all she’d been able to recognize was how wrong he was, but… She promised the Jedi that day, all of them , that she would keep Ahsoka safe. If that meant this , then she would do it. For Ahsoka.

With a deep breath, the child wrenched their chin from the woman’s hand once again, leaning themselves closer to the needle. She watched as poisonous eyes tracked the movement, narrowing as she came to see Shin’s decision. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” The Force shined on her, for just a moment, as their voice steadied and their fear hardened into a steely resolve.

The mask of sympathy and friendliness dropped as quickly as the Inquisitor had donned it. “Liar!” She almost screeched, voice reverberating off the thick walls in the small cell. “Again.” The droid wasted no time in closing the gap between itself and the captive human.

The inquisitor’s fingers wound harshly through their hair and tugged, exposing the column of their throat as the robot’s arm extended out, plunging the needle into their skin. The poison was tepid as it coursed through their veins, igniting a path of white-hot fire as it spread. A gloved thumb brushed over her bottom lip, coaxing the scream they’d been choking back, ringing in their own ears as the Inquisitor listened with something akin to joy.

Meditation had come to Ahsoka easier after the Clone Wars. Sure, she hadn’t been able to reach into the force, not without risking her position and risking her health with the poison that it had become. With Shin, in teaching them to navigate that darkness, she’d come to pick up tips as well. It was always a welcome reprieve, a moment to breathe when the entire galaxy seemed to be crushing in around her.

Now, standing alone in the center of the wrecked cabin of the T-6, meditation was the last thing the Togruta wanted to do. Every time she closed her eyes, the force would echo with the haunting hiss of lightsabers burning in the air, blue and red flashing behind closed eyelids, like she would open her eyes and be there like she should have been in the first place.

It had been a week since Shin had been taken, and she felt no closer to discovering where or why they had taken her. Scouring every network and every lead put her no closer to finding them, and the ship wasn’t getting any closer to repairs without touching down somewhere safe. But where could be safe when their damages had been tagged and the Imperials were searching for her again?

She needed to move. She knew this as a truth, however, she found that her feet were unwilling to obey and that her mind knew just as well as anything else. She could not make decisions out of fear, she needed to let her fear of losing Shin go… She had to face the reality of letting Shin go.

Her montrals twitched at a sharp ring, though she did not move. Huyang’s steps were slow in his approach, a glowing comm tucked safely in his hand of mismatched metals, after they’d repaired him with the random scrap they could find.

“Lady Tano,” Even the droid sounded exhausted, eyes downcast as his arm extended. At least Kaeden had the mind to stay silent until Ahsoka’s eyes had settled on her holographic form.

“I don’t have time,” Forcing her eyes away from Kaeden’s, the Togruta settled a stony glare on Huyang. “ We don’t have time, She doesn’t have time for this,” Reaching out, Ahsoka rested a hand on Huyang’s arm, still warm from wielding leftover durasteel over his components, ready to cover the comm and end the call.

“Fulcrum, you are being ordered to dock with the Rebel fleet for necessary repairs. This is non-negotiable.” Kaeden’s voice was hard, and authoritative, acting far above any rank she held in comparison to Ahsoka’s own.

Tired eyes focused back on the hardened medic. “On who’s order?”

“General Organa. I can transmit the data file with your orders on it if you’d like, but your orders are to dock and wait for necessary repairs to be completed,”

“Kaeden…” Ahsoka’s shoulders sagged, though Kaeden remained unperturbed.

“We will be expecting you in two standard hours, Fulcrum.”

Well… it was time for Ahsoka to practice what they preached during the war; Good soldiers follow orders.

Shin’s weight sagged bonelessly on the table, muscles shocked out and unresponsive to each attempt to even twitch a finger. They’d found a position some point in the - night? Day? Time was impossible to keep track of, the Inquisitor returned at the rarest times, with no schedule to her movements, and all they’d been able to see through bruised eyes was the sight of their own blood splattered on dark durasteel . - it hurt less than every other way they’d positioned themselves, though it dug into the bruised and swelling skin at their wrists uncomfortably.

The scrape of metal against the floor ripped her out of whatever semi-lucid state they’d been floating in, poisons and serums still warming their veins. Purge Troopers were hauling in a giant metal tub, empty and void of any details. Tired eyes watched them work, glad to have some kind of activity to stimulate their senses, with everything else in their world dulled and painful.

Neither trooper spoke a word as they settled the tub in the corner, and Shin was glad for that, too. She’d heard about the people under those buckets, knew where they’d come from, had heard their voices in the echos of visions or on Ahsoka’s datapad that she thought was hidden. Clones, ones who didn’t know The Clone Wars, and only knew to kill Jedi, much like herself… in a very backwards way.

They listened until two sets of footsteps faded into nothingness until a single, loud, purposeful stride echoed off the walls leading to their cell. The Inquisitor. She only walked that loud when she was excited about something… Shin had learned fast that whatever she could be excited about would hurt.

“So,” A strong hand clamped down on around their jaw, bruised and cramping, abused flesh giving under the press of fingertips into bone. “Do you have anything to tell me today, Jedi?”

“I am no Jedi,” Shin rasped. If they’ve said it once, they’ve said it a thousand times. It helped to keep their conviction when the real questions started, and the haze of drugs pushed into their system would have the truth on the tip of their tongue, barely bitten back with each shout as flesh was stripped away, or electricity was shot from the table, or the IT-O droid found something worse to pump into her bloodstream.

The hovering of the droid, however, was notably absent today. The sound of running water filled the room; When did they get a tap? Shin didn’t know, and couldn’t find it in themselves to care. Hell… Maybe the Inquisitor finally believed that they had no idea what was going on, maybe the Inquisitor would let her wash away the blood and the bile, and then release her? It sounded too good to be true, but they wanted it to be reality so bad.

“Truly, I have to respect your devotion to your Master,” There was something like admiration in her tone, though Shin knew by now that it was only a mask, something meant to lure her into a false sense of comfort or accomplishment. “There are not many Padawans who would do the same for their Masters and even fewer Masters who would do so for their Padawans... Tell me, do you think she’s looking for you?”

There was a beat of silence as the Inquisitor pulled the glove from her scarred hand, dipping it into the water to the first knuckle as it filled. Yellowed eyes watched her, inquisitive in nature as she studied the way the pre-teen's face scrunched up.

Was Ahsoka looking for her? How long has it been? Days? Hours? Weeks? Months? Where was she…? “She’ll come for me,” They decided after too long of a silence.

“You think so? That she’d risk herself? Your entire pathetic Rebellion, for you? She’s a Jedi, young one. Jedi don’t come back for you.” This was the first hint of truth that Shin could feel in their words, though she couldn’t afford to pay it any mind, not with the effort it took to keep their face impassive, pretending like those very words weren’t exactly what she was thinking.

“She’s different,” Shin spoke of the conviction of a dead man walking. But… It wouldn’t be safe for her, or the Rebellion. Everything Shin was doing to keep quiet would be for nothing if Ahsoka came for her.

Warm fingers wrapped around Shin’s wrist, sending a flash of pain up their arm through the torn flesh. “You poor thing… I almost feel bad for you.” The bindings were undone quickly, and the Inquisitor allowed Shin to drop bonelessly to the hard ground, body sprawled painfully in every different way at the woman’s feet.

Every scrape, bruise, and overworked muscle cried in agony at the movement, though Shin was too relieved to feel cool metal against their feverish face to offer much more than a quiet grunt. “We’ll make something useful out of you yet,”

That …. Certainly sparked some warning bells in their head. As the woman reached to haul her up by the back of her tunic, Shin found enough energy to swing out. Her nails caught against a smooth cheek, flesh tearing in her swing. The Inquisitor seemed unphased by the attack, even as blood welled up against her cheek and raced down her face. “ That’s the spirit.”

“Huh?” Was their only utterance, before they were given the harsh reality of the heavy tubs placement in the room. Fingers wound through the hair on the back of her head, igniting their scalp with the sharp pain of being pulled on, the water she was dunked into was positively freezing, maybe even colder than Ilum.

Their hands flailed, one still broken and unable to get a grip on the edge of the tub, while the other curled around the rim and tried to push back against the force.

There was a harsh tug at their hair once more, then the sting of cold air against their face; Air was sucked into their lungs in a harsh gasp. Through their eyelashes, Shin could only make out the mirthful stare of the Inquisitor’s haunting eyes. One breath… two- then the freezing sting of water once again.

“Where is Fulcrum?” The voice hissed through water-logged ears, shaking the frail child as if it would clear their mind and make them more complacent.

“Where’s your sanity? ” Shin spat back between shuddering breaths, uninjured hand reaching back to dig blunt nails into the thick glove wound into the sopping brown hair at the base of the skull. “I know where that is just as much as I know wherever this Fulcrum is,” Tightening her lips into a thin line, Shin forced herself to meet venomous eyes, resisting the urge to reel back at the mirth that met her gaze.

“You remind me of myself, you know,” The Inquisitor began, giving a harsh tug to the twelve-year old, forcing them to follow, boots slipping against the smooth floor as they struggled to ease the tension in their hair. The relief of being shoved back into the chair was not lost on Shin, as the Inquisitor’s hand was forced to release their hair so their head could fall back into the stiff rest.

“Young, stupid. Trusting a Jedi to save you… The only one who can save us is ourselves…” It seemed solemn, the way her tone shifted- Shin knew she couldn’t trust it, had learned in... whatever expanse of time that they’d been here, that the dark-sider’s moods shifted faster than Palpatine's upon seeing a planet to plunder.

Again, a gloved had stroked its way across the dried, cracking paint across reddened cheeks, fascinated with the way a human had been accepted so easily into a pack of predators. How easily the Inquisitor could turn this child into a true predator. “You think yourself part of her family, her pack,” The older woman droned, brushing a stray droplet of blood from the corner of their lips. “But family wouldn’t leave you with me, a mother would have come for you, but a Master will leave you to die, will replace you in days without so much a second thought…” Fingers tightened around their jaw at this, hard enough to bruise as they couldn’t pull back from the unrelenting force.

“You’re wrong,” Shin seethed, eyes narrowing as the binders built into the table were secured tight around her wrists. “She will come for me, and for you… I know it,”

Laughter barked past the woman as the lights turned up, bright enough to make them squint. “I will be pleased to watch your hope crumble and die with your remains, Jedi .” The door slid shut behind a sweeping cape, leaving Shin squinting in the light, unable to find solace even as they shut their eyes. This was going to be a long night.

Silence, thick and suffocating, where it should have been filled with the excited stammering of a small human, bugging her over the time they were spending, docked and unmoving to the main ship. “Lady Tano,” Huyang’s voice drew her attention away from her empty concentration on the transparisteel viewport. She hadn’t been keeping track of time; kriff, they could have missed their meeting by days for all she knew, lost in the vastness of open space, searching for a signature that was lost to her.

It was just like the day of the Purge. She couldn’t feel Obi-Wan, she couldn’t feel Anakin, or Master Plo- she was alone … again.

Her montral twitched, catching the sound of human footsteps against the floor, unable to turn around in time before a warm, gentle, well-meaning hand settled on her shoulder, pressing enough to turn the pilots' chair.

Now face to face with Kaeden for the first time in months, Ahsoka felt a selfish relief flood her bones. She wasn’t as alone as she had been before… Rex was out there with the Ghost crew, she could call him to help find Shin, Kaeden would help too… Hope swelled in her chest as she followed the marks of exhaustion across Kaeden’s face, worry clear as day as her free hand moved to cradle the Togruta’s cheek.

“Look at you,” Kaeden’s tone was soft; One that Ahsoka still had to get used to, when it came to that tone and hands that urged to heal more than the physical. Her fingers were gentle as they stroked across her lekku, following the path between her montrals to rub carefully soothing circles into the soft leathery skin.

Despite herself, Ahsoka leaned into the touch, desperate to find a reprieve, no matter how much she’d told herself she’d been made for this life of loss and pain. “Don’t we have a meeting?” She grumbled, voice weighed down by the world pressing down on her shoulders.

“Bail can wait,” Soft hands moved to gently grasp her biceps, squeezing the muscle there to urge Ahsoka to rise. With the Togruta towering over her, Kaeden had to crane her neck to press a kiss to the underside of her jaw. “You need rest,” She pointed out, broaching the topic as carefully as she could,

“I can’t leave her out there, Kaeden.” Ahsoka shut down just as quickly as she allowed herself to open up, already turning her body to stare back out the view port. “Anakin never left me, what kind of Master would that make me,”

“But you’re more than her Master, and you’re more than your Master. I can’t pretend I understand all your-” An almost crude hand gesture was made behind her back. “Jedi hangups. You aren’t Anakin, you aren’t Ashla, you’re Ahsoka, and you’re her mother,” She reminded, reaching to grab the woman’s wrist, thumb pressing between the thin grab between armor and skin, feeling the older woman’s pulse jumping against her wrist.

Ahsoka’s lips parted to speak, though Kaeden pressed on, moving instead to slip into the pilots' seat, urging the Togruta to stand between her legs as she smoothed her hands up and down the expanse of uncovered skin from her elbows to her shoulders. “You need rest if you want to find her, you don’t need to be a Jedi to figure that one out.”

There was a huff of indignance, awarding Kaeden with a small victory as the Force Sensitive typhoon of a woman sunk to her knees, head resting tiredly in her lap, cheek smooshed against the medic's knee as wandering fingers pressed into soft skin, chasing away the mind-numbing headache that had begun days ago.

“What if they ruin her, Kaeden… What kind of mother would that make me?”

“You trained her, ‘soka… You won’t lose her, not today, not anytime soon. We’ll get our girl. And you know… I may have lined up the Rebellion’s greatest pilot to get us there.” Pride swelled in her tone, bringing a scoff of laughter from the nearly dozing Togruta.

“Miara is still flying for Bail?”

“Got promoted to Captain, too. She’s going to lead her own fleet soon. I’m proud of her.” It was almost nice, having somewhat of a normal conversation even if Shin should have been bugging Kaeden about every ship her sister would fly, or what operations they would run, or something another. “Come on, I bet your bunk is gonna be mighty comfy.”

“You haven’t seen it in a while,” Ahsoka countered almost dryly, allowing herself to be guided back to her feet and into the main cabin. Scorch marks still sliced through giant chunks of the ship, forever etched into the metal as Huyang wielded pieces of the tables lowering mechanisms back together. “Huyang… take a break. I’m sure they’ve got an oil bath open if you need one,” Her head shifted towards the doors to the airlock, recently repaired and currently locked into the main ship’s bay.

The droid paused in his repairs, blinking at the two women, Ahsoka almost draped across Kaeden’s shoulders. It wasn’t until he caught Kaeden’s lips moving, mouthing a reassurance, a promise that he should not have been able to feel the meaning behind, that he finally lowered his tools and made the time to give himself a rest.

If Ahsoka curled up tight into her side in that small bunk, making a large, fearsome predator into the smallest ball she could manage, then that was Kaeden’s business. At least she could say that the woman found at least a moment of reprieve against it all.

Water. Chair. Water. Chair. An endless cycle that Shin couldn’t keep track of. When she thought she was in the chair, she would be reminded with a jolt of ice-cold water soaking her skin and when she thought she was clawing for the surface of the tub, she’d be reminded of her place in the chair with the horrible feeling of flesh being torn from its home on her skin, all with the haunting soundtrack of the Inquisitor’s laughter, of insults and threats, promises that they stopped keeping track of, not wanting to remind themselves of what else was planned for them each time the woman delved into detail about her plans to ‘ save’ Shin.

“Have you thought about my offer?” The woman asked for what had to be the seventh time since she stepped in the cell that ‘morning.’

Peering through swollen, bruised lids, Shin managed to spit a gob of blood at the shining armor on her chest. “Suck my dick, dema’golka .”

Tutting, the Inquisitor reached to grab at their face for the umpteenth time. “A child of mine would never use such foul language.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not your kid, isn’t it,” They rasped, unblinking even as a thumb pressed painfully into their chin, force threatening to shatter their jaw as anger flared in the other woman. Maybe, if Shin could just get them mad enough, they’d kill her, and all of this would be over… But she couldn’t truly make herself do that, not when there was a chance Ahsoka would come for her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, youngling,” A glove was removed, and Shin watched as pale fingers moved to comb through the tangled disaster of limp hair hanging down their face, the woman’s thumb brushed across the Padawan braid in contemplation. “Same hair, same eyes… same face. Makers, you could even be a clone of my very own.”

This train of thought seemed to take over the Sith’s mind, as instead of following through with whatever she’d had planned for them that day, the Inquisitor simply disappeared.

It wasn’t until after the IT-O droid appeared to administer their protein shot for the day that the Inquisitor returned, this time, with another in tow. “Can you see the resemblance, Sister?” The yellowed eyes of another Sith scanned over the pre-teen. The Force rang sharp in Shin’s ears for the first time since she was taken, a warm voice and an older woman laughing as she called for her Padawan Trilla.

“She does bear much of your resemblance, though I’m certain you had more blood here-” Shin shrank back as the newcomer’s thumb brushed across the column of her throat. “Perhaps you are being easy on them on account of them possibly being your kin?” A sharp eyebrow rose as the Second Sister looked between the Inquisitor and her captor, smugness radiating from her posture as her arms crossed.

“I can assure you, Sister, that this Jedi is being dealt with as the Grand Inquisitor has demanded himself. You may want to rethink any plans you may be forming some report on my hospitality .”

“I’m not a Jedi,” Shin needlessly piped up.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, scum,” The Inquisitor hissed sharply, hand extending and wrapping an invisible force around their throat, restricting their breath as she turned back to the Second Sister. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Sister. Some of us have important duties to this Empire. Shouldn’t you be chasing the scrap yard boy?”

With a scoff and a flick of her cape, Trilla stalked from the room, leaving Shin struggling to breathe against an infuriated Inquisitor. “Do you see what you’ve done?” The woman started, replacing her hold on their throat with the force with her still ungloved hand, an inferno against skin that hadn’t been given enough time to dry, cool to the dark touch of fingers curling around her throat, pressing into their windpipe, feeling the struggle of their arms against the table and the way each breath wheezed in their throat.

As black began to dance in her vision, Shin recalled the way the Force had reached out for her with Trilla’s name. Scrambling for that same thread, Shin pulled, mentally exhausting herself just to have a chance to grasp that thread. When she pulled, reality responded in kind. The metal at their wrist twisted and bent as their hand pressed against the restraints, darkness flooded their very being, and floodgates opened wide as they scrambled for that taste of power that brought forth the sudden freedom of their right hand.

The windup wasn’t enough to do enough damage, but they did manage to catch the Inquisitor by surprise when their fist connected firmly to the underside of her jaw. “That’s two,” They called, sagging into the remaining restraints as the power sapped just as quickly as they’d found it, leaving them reeling and only more exhausted than they had before, only a solid punch to show for all the effort it had taken.

“I’ll have your tongue!” The Inquisitor spat as she stumbled back, recovering quickly with a hand pressing into her own face, catching the blood that streamed in rivulets down their chin from a split that formed in her bottom lip.

“Careful not to choke on your ambitions, bachu e’dai. ”

Growling, the Inquisitor wasted no time in hailing the Interrogator droid, earning Shin a prick that felt more like being skewered through the neck as a fiery concoction filled their veins, a quick-acting sedative that had them blinking out of consciousness all too quickly, finding themselves lost in the tornado of the consequences of their display of power, trapped in the nightmares of a metal suit and aching limbs.

Shin’s lightsaber hadn’t left Ahsoka’s side once since she’d picked it up off the ground, hooked onto her belt and nestled close to the shoto that she’d once offered to a too frail human child. If they found Shin whole, would they need to begin again? Even if so, Ahsoka was determined, they were more than worth it, she would teach them everything over again if it meant she could just have them back .

It was dangerous territory, this attachment. Ahsoka knew this wholeheartedly, knew the dangers it inspired in Jedi all over, and knew that even the thought could lead a well-meaning Jedi to the Dark when they couldn’t simply accept their loss. But there was something beyond her personal feelings, her love, and her fear that urged her to fight tooth and nail to get them back like it was woven into the Cosmic Force itself.

Numbness hallowed her chest as she stared across the war table, listening to Rex argue with Kanan over bringing the entirety of the Ghost crew on the rescue mission. Kanan couldn’t understand the need to keep Shin’s existence secret when so much was at stake, and Rex wasn’t about to receive some lecture about having enough boots on the ground, not from a jetti.

“This isn’t helping anyone !” Kaeden finally spoke up, effectively silencing both soldiers as she reclaimed her space beside Ahsoka, nonchalantly pressing a ration bar into her hand as she moved to lean over the table to study the reports of fuel trails. “We know it was an Imperial ship, and we know it was one of those-” Her voice dropped to a whisper as if acknowledging their existence would bring an entire legion of the Sithlings to their airlock. “ Inquisitors that have been chasing your crew… I think the less Force Sensitives we have on this, the better,”

“I’m not sitting back, if that’s what you’re implying,” Ahsoka’s voice was rough as she spoke up, wrapper crinkling as she split the small package of the grainy bar open.

“No, of course not, Fulcrum,” Honeyed brown eyes settled on Kanan. “But this is a big reason why this team needs to remain small, and why you can’t use something like this to train your kid. Ahsoka should be our only Force user on the strike team.”

Kanan huffed indignantly at that order, though he was quickly cowed into obedience with Hera’s hand on his bicep. “We understand this is a sensitive situation, we’re glad to help any way you can use us.”

“Thank you, Captain Syndulla,” Kaeden had the full authority of the room, all eyes on her as she went over the facts once more, and the resources that the Rebellion could spare to their cause.

With someone else taking the reigns, Ahsoka was content to float in the painful limbo between her attachments, chewing on her ration bar only when those sharp eyes would flicker towards her own and soften immediately upon locking gazes.

It wasn’t something she’d have been as comfortable with in any other situation, but with Rex standing at her right side, all blue and white plastoid, she knew she could trust her team, her tribe to take care of her, and Shin. That’s what they were for, after all.

“We have to assume that Shin was taken to the Fortress Inquisitorious,” Hera piped up, cerulean eyes focused on the star map, blinking lights outlining the shuttle’s position at the time of attack. “But if we thought Stygeon Prime was tough, this is going to be impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible with hope, Captain,” Ahsoka reminded her during one of the few times she’d managed to speak during the entire meeting. “And nothing worth doing is ever easy… and they’re worth it,”

“And a heaping of jetti tricks don’t sour our chances either,” Rex added, shoulder lightly bumping into Ahsoka’s as a smirk pulled at his grizzled face, contagious enough to even have the Togruta’s lips twitching towards a smile.

“Let’s bring our girl home,”

With Shin’s ‘chair’ out of service due to broken restraints, they found themselves not in the dim red lighting of their usual cell, but an almost common Imperial holding cell. There was no tub of water in the corner, but an entire refresher setup built into the corner of the cell.

They did not offer themselves time to consider their position as they wrenched themselves from the hard metal cot, chains clinking as they moved, secured to their wrists and waist like something primitive; Certainly not a method of restraint that such a technologically advanced opponent would be forced to resort to…

Shin learned quickly of the meaning of these odd, leash-like restraints as they dragged themselves towards the fresher. The sink, promising cool water and a chance to wipe away the blood and grime, was just in their reach. But only enough so the pre-teen’s fingers could scrape against the rim of the sink’s basin, serving to remind them of just how dehydrated they were. Especially with the sound of the water rushing through pipes and a slow drip from somewhere in the cell that they could not see.

“Please,” They had almost sobbed; It had been so long since she’d had water, making her almost yearn to be dunked again, if not just for the promise of hydration that drowning would bring her. “Please…” They rasped again, shoulders threatening to rip from the sockets as she pulled and strained against her bindings, desperate to reach the tap.

Their efforts were in vain, and eventually, exhaustion pulled them back to the ground, knees scraping against the floor as they still strained to be closer to the running water.

It was then that the same inky, putrid thoughts began to invade, penetrating her mind like a sharpshooter, honing in on the cracks in their defenses from their pull at this limited power before. The pipes could bend to their will, she knew how… she only had to take it, just like she did with the Inquisitor.

The pipes groaned under an experimental pull, not quite ready to break, but still bending to their will. Before more progress could be made in working towards the water source, the ray shield at the cell door was deactivated, and in marched two black armored Purge Troopers.

Again, neither trooper spoke to her, or even truly acknowledged her as her restraints were undone from where they were secured to the wall, and she was all but dragged from their cell and down a twisting hall. They did not bother to blindfold her, though delirium stopped the young Padawan from truly memorizing their paths, focusing only on the burn of their flesh against the floor with each turn.

The room they were brought to was dark, and the metallic smell of iron hung pungent in the air. As the troopers dragged Shin up from the ground to a hard-backed chair, they got their first look at their new accommodations.

The Inquisitor sat across the table, though this time, the standard issue helmet was locked around their head, hiding either the bruising from the hit Shin had managed to land or whatever punishment she’d received for allowing her puny prisoner to get the chance to hit them. Part of Shin hoped that the Empire was evil enough to rip her face off, just like they’d done with the open, gaping, patches of flesh across their arms and legs, burning from their trip across the ground.

“Fire your cleaning guy?” Shin rasped, staring straight into a dark shadowed mask as the Purge Troopers gathered their wrists, using the binders to secure them through a loop on the table, and the long length of chain was finally abandoned, wrapped up and taken with the troopers as they left.

“You must think you’re pretty special,” The Inquisitor’s voice was distorted through the helmet, a vocoder just barely picking up on the woman’s wheeze. “But trust me, you are no different than any other who’s survived this long in our halls. You know it’s your destiny just as much as I do,”

“So you like having me around? I’m going to have to RSVP no to that party inv-” Shin’s quip was halted by the slam of hands against the table, too close to the swollen and bruised hand that they hadn’t been able to fix on their own. They still had no idea how long it had been since that fateful day on the ship, weeks, days, months… Kriff, even years, it felt like. Huyang had given them a lesson on this once when Ahsoka wasn’t around, that a captor keeps you separated from the concept of time, he said it drove humans nuts, but really, all Shin could focus on was the rumbling in their stomach and the genuine desire to find a sonic if the Force was feeling willing.

“You are a lucky one, that I haven’t yet disposed of your childish tongue, youngling!” They hissed, all venom and power where she stood over the child, fingers pressing danger close to their own hands.

“Do it,” Shin snapped at last, though they were unable to rise from their chair to meet her, could only curl their right hand into a fist atop the metal table, chin raised defiantly towards the woman. “You say no one is coming, you tell me I’ll die here. What do I have to lose ?”

The mask on their face slotted itself away, now. Shin could see the mottling of bruises where they danced across her face. The Inquisitor leaned close, her hand clamping down on Shin’s broken bones. “Everything.” She whispered with conviction. A promise, that she would see fulfilled herself.

Instead of slicing her tongue clear from her skull, The Inquisitor let the child’s hands go, finding joy in the shuttered gasp that followed the sudden release of pressure. “You will lose everything, Shin. And I will rebuild you whole again. You will fulfill your destiny, whether you want to or not,”

Indignance was a dangerous thing, and Shin had grown to learn stubbornness from her mother and Huyang, so as they breathed the pain from the front of their mind, the child forced themselves to straighten. “You aspire to take everything because you have nothing. Even your connection to the force is on borrowed time-” Again, Shin found themselves cut off, this time, by the sickening sound of bones snapping under harsh weight. The pain didn’t register at first, not until silver-blue eyes followed the way the artificial lights shined off the metal of the Inquisitor’s saber, not until they saw the way their fingers bent, crushed between the table, now bearing a rather large dent.

When they felt it, it was worse than their skin being torn from their body, worse than the liquid fire pumped through their veins. The pain traveled from the tips of their fingers to the bottom of their elbows, resonating sharply in their ribcage as their vision tunneled and their breathing became haggard.

All snippy remarks were lost as the Inquisitor’s lips pulled into a smile, finally believing herself to be in control once more as shock stalled Shin’s mouth. “Let the droid in, I have important business to attend to… and Shin? I warned you.” She called to the troopers outside, having to wriggle her saber against Shin’s fingers to properly remove it, earning a sound that the child had only barely been able to bite back.

Any bravado Shin had was lost when the droid hovered into the room, and any pain they felt when the Inquisitor had smashed their fingers was yearned for, as a Trooper entered the cell behind the droid, heavy hands clamped onto their shoulders to secure the frail child in place as the droid cycled through its many different attachments, ripping skin, muscle, and tendon alike, and crushing bone like it was nothing more than an obstacle. Screams and cries were torn from the Padawan’s throat, and Shin had lost track of each time they’d lost consciousness.

Soon, they came only to know the Trooper, who they’d mentally nicknamed “Stony Fuck”, the IT-O, lovingly named “Pointy Fuck”, and the Med droid that stopped them from bleeding out on the table, “Fuck fuck”. All lovely names half thought of in delirium.

The hands on her shoulders were ever-present, the prickling at her skin felt like it would bubble its way to her very bones and disintegrate her being, and consciousness became a hard thing to hold on to. They weren’t sure how much time was lost, just that they did not see a human face, or a kind face, since the Inquisitor had abandoned them all that time ago, bringing them to almost yearn for the venomous woman’s attentions once more.

The sound of fighting broke Shin from her hazed stupor. Chair scraping at the way their body jolted with a start. There was blaster fire, and the sound of lightsabers hissing and- was it true? Was it finally time? Ahsoka came for her!

“Meht!” Shin tried to shout, though their voice would not cooperate, vocal chords torn and shot from the screaming, unable to form even the smallest sound to garner the Togruta’s echolocation to easily pick her up in the chaos. And yet, the door slid open. Shin could not turn to see the door to the hall, but the shadow illuminated by a white light was enough to promise her salvation.

“ Tazi Unt,” Ahsoka had called, though her voice began to fade as her footsteps rounded the chair. “I’m right here, you’re safe.”

“Hit her again” Electricity coursed through the very fiber of Shin’s being. The smell of singed hair and skin met them first as consciousness pricked into their bones. Next came the pain, overwhelming as it pulsed in waves, between destroyed hands and the open skin where the droid had grown bored of their hands, and had simply moved on to whatever skin it felt like attacking next.

“She’s back,” The Inquisitor sounded almost relieved by the promise of Shin’s survival as Fuck Fuck rose from its place at Shin’s side, charged paddles tucked back into the slots on its chest where the excess energy was dispelled safely.

“Wh..” They were on the floor, now, though the table was in eyeshot, all blood and glory on display as the Inquisitor and droid knelt at the child’s side. Shin did not acknowledge either of them, instead, their eyes were unfocused. “Meht…” They whispered, glass in their throat and tears in their eyes, wasting what little water they had in their system as the realization of their dream dawned…

Ahsoka wasn’t coming for them. The Inquisitor was right about that, at least.

“You’re going to have to kill me,” Shin stated, devoid of emotion, unable to pick from the brewing storm beneath their skin.

“Still?!” The Inquisitor’s rage mounted any concern she may have had for her captive; All the work she put into turning someone so weak, and it still wasn’t working? She turned back to the troopers at the door, barking orders that had faded into a dull ringing in Shin’s ears as their weight sagged back into the bare space on the floor.

There was something almost beautiful about being submerged, in the way the bubbles would race to the top as the air was wrenched from her lungs. The promise of peace when it was all over, even as their blood stained the water, even as electricity was pumped into the water, forcing their body to contort and writhe as her body became a conduit for each volt.

If they didn’t drown her first, the amperage would be enough to kill her. And while the Force was silent, the child found herself hoping to find the power to force that dial to turn up, to be done with suffering in the face of nothing. She would not talk, and her death would mean nothing for the Rebellion. She would die as she was born on Ibaar, as nothing and no one.

“But you’re more than that. Because I’m more than that.” A voice called out, a person she could not hear, their voice distorted and far away as water pressure pressed against their eardrums. “Inside of you is everything she is, everything that ever has been and ever will be.” And then, clearer now, Ahsoka’s own voice, an echo from their argument before it had all gone wrong. “I just want to keep you there in one piece.”

They might not be in one piece, and may never be that way again, but they could live. If anyone could teach someone how to survive the impossible, it was Ahsoka Tano, and Shin had always been an avid learner.

Broken and bloodied hands scrambled at the lip of the tub she’d been submerged in, feet pressing against the bottom as they struggled against the hand keeping them down. The hilt of the Inquisitor’s saber was smacked into their hands time and time again, ruining their handholds each time they managed to get a grip, further damaging the spindly digits under the force.

It was just as the lack of oxygen began to burn through Shin’s lungs, and their eyes began to slide closed in acceptance, that a faint green glow ignited in the cell, and the weight pressing them down was torn away.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” A stranger called, pulling Shin’s frail form from the tub. The man was large and warm, his touch was kind and gentle as he saved them from their doom, though Shin did not find immediate solace in her savior’s arms.

“Let go! Let go! ” The child flailed and sobbed, elbows smacking into the stranger’s body, practically bouncing harmlessly from a stubbled face and a heaving chest as they writhed. “ Just let me die!” They wailed; anything but to find herself in another altered dream. She could not trust the warmth of his hands, could not trust the reality of the safety he offered.

The Force prickled; light and unburdened. It felt like coming home, and in the safety that pressed across the Force, Shin found that the fight was leaving her body, allowing the small child to collapse into his broad chest, soaking the rough material of a prison tunic.

“You’re safe, now… We’re safe,” This was said quieter, though he spoke in a way that Shin would have followed anywhere in that moment.

“ Where’s my mom?” Shin rasped into the man’s chest, blinking her eyes open just to close them again as only a slightly dirty towel was dabbed against her eyes, clearing them away where they could not swipe their hands to clear the blockage.

“I don’t know,” He admitted, wrapping the towel around a particularly large gash along their abdomen. “But we will find her. My name is Baylan Skoll,” His voice never once lost that warm edge, even as he hauled his own beaten and abused frame off of the soaking ground, bringing the child up with him.

“Shin… Tano,” The way the man paused was lost on Shin, but he took it in stride; truly, the chips of paint on their face could have revealed that much, and the fact that the Imperials had decided to try and torture basic information from one of Tano’s own had seemed like a memo in the book on ‘how to torture someone Wrong’, yet he could go back in time and prevent her torture just as much as he could prevent his own.

“Do you know your mother’s comm code?” He questioned carefully as he led the way through decimated halls. Leaving the Inquisitor’s corpse behind, unmoving in the cell that had almost been Shin’s tomb.

“I do, but normal comms can't get through, and it isn't safe, and-”

“I understand,” He promised, his own breath short even as he marched their way to one of the small hangars. Dead troopers littered the halls, though Shin could not find it in herself to mourn for their lives when none of them would have done the same for her. “I will deliver you to safety, with a communication device that you can use to call your mother. Rest now, child,”

The command was obeyed without a thought, penetrating the Force itself to soothe them, and as the ache in Shin’s bones allowed her to sink into the arms around them, floating not in the whirlwind of sleep, but a comfortable in-between, Shin was able to listen to another being's heart thumping steadily into their ear as dreamless sleep enveloped them.

To say that she had been willing to tear a hole in the galaxy would have been an understatement; Ahsoka knew there was danger in those thoughts... However it didn't stop their traitorous whispers in the back of her mind the moment Huyang had filled her in on what had happened.

It had been weeks since she'd seen Shin last; the scorch marks where blue and red sabers had clashed and slashed into the ship still smelled, burnt metal filling the cabin with its stench. She tried not to think about the smell of burning iron, the way battlefields had rushed to meet her in the smell of human blood, smoldering the blade of a tortured crystal, but every time she got out of bed, or crossed the cabin, the Force would echo the sounds of the fight, of her kid, fighting a battle that she had failed to prepare them for.

Huyang clanked into the cockpit, loud enough to echo painfully in her montrals as he approached, joining her listless stare into the empty vacuum of space. "She's out there somewhere," He tried to soothe the Togruta, though it had only agitated her more.

"I know she's out there, Huyang," She snipped, muscles in her jaw flexing painfully as she tried once more to reach across the galaxy, into their bond, only to be met with emptiness. " Where is what we need to know. How to get in there, what we're going to find... That's what we need-"

As if on a cue, like the Force had grown weary of Togruta and Droid torturing themselves over this; a light began blinking along the ship's communicator; an unknown link was reaching out to the Fulcrum Network. Ahsoka leaned forward, fingers fumbling for the button. "Do we really have time for this?" Huyang questioned, exasperated that Ahsoka could even think about working.

"Fulcrum?" The voice on the other end was distorted like they'd only just managed to patch through comms, but Ahsoka and Huyang could recognize it anywhere.

"Let them know where you are, I will leave you here once I know you will be safe," A voice sounded off, further away from the small human on the other end. Ahsoka did not recognize it, but... what choice did she have but to trust it?

"I'm on Jes-" Ahsoka could almost picture the furrow of their brows; Galactic Basic was still a struggle for them, they'd picked up on Togruti, Wookie, and even the slivers of Mando'a that Ahsoka had been able to teach them much better than the more complicated planetary names in Aurebesh. "Jestefad," There was a pause as the girl must have been looking towards whoever was with her for confirmation. Huyang was already dropping into the co-pilot's chair, putting in the hyperspace coordinates, and getting their cloaking devices online. "There is a bad electrical storm, it might help shield you, but..." After another pause, Ahsoka was engaging the shields already.

“It might be too dangerous; I don't... If you need to..."

"Don't-" Ahsoka whispered on her end, knowing the distortion for Fulcrum's comms wouldn't allow her words to go through.

"If you need to leave me behind, I understand;"

"We're not far, Daaark grut, You are coming home," Ahsoka promised as the comms grew more distorted, before dropping entirely. She wasn't even sure if Shin had heard her, she just had to hope that she wouldn't resign herself to being left in the Mustafar system, so close to so much darkness. It was with strength offered in her family, with Rex and Kaeden at her side, that Ahsoka was able to swallow her pain, ignore the uncomfortable itch at the man’s voice that had been with Shin, and confirm the new coordinates Huyang had entered into the hyperdrive. Now, it was a matter of getting to Shin before the storms took them out.

Translations: Daark’a Ehtu - Togruti - Dark Mind Meht - Togruti - mom Dema'golka - Mando'a - Monster bachu e’dai - Togruti - Fart Face

#Shin Tano AU #Shin Hati #Ahsoka Tano #Kaeden Larte #captain rex #Hera Syndulla #Kanan Jarrus #Star Wars #Baylan Skoll #Fanfiction #tw blood #tw torture #kaedensoka

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