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distantdarlings · 2 months

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BENEATH HIS SHIRT // t. nott

RATING: PG-13 / 3.7K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Female Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* When Theodore Nott discovers an old artifact with interesting properties, known as a Time Turner, he comes up with the idea to use it to perfect his asking you out. (Romance)

+ WARNINGS - Language, using Time Turner, lots of thinking about reader, fem reader insert, not proofread! nothing else (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

All My Love - Noah Kahan

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(Note: Hello there, all you beautiful people! I am finally back and ready to knock out the rest of your requests! I am so sorry I was gone for so long but I’ve had a lot going on in my everyday life. Thank you all for being so patient and please enjoy the story!)

Theo’s leg bounced beneath the desk, the wooden floorboards creaking every so often. His fingers nervously drummed against his notebooks. His eyes darted around. The teacher droned on and on.

Every so often, he felt his hand raise to his chest to gently nudge the cold weight that rested beneath his shirt. He figured it was a bit of paranoia stemming from the valuable thing around his neck, but he couldn’t stop it. He wasn’t even supposed to have it.

He’d found it when rooting through Professor McGonagall’s office last week. He knew how bad that sounded, but, in his defense, he didn’t mean to grab it. He was trying to grab the small chain he’d gotten at Hogsmeade last year—he’d been playing with it during class, and McGonagall had become annoyed with him. She had said he could have it back at the end of the month, but he wasn’t going to wait that long. He’d spent his money on that necklace, and he’d wanted it back.

The realization that he’d grabbed the wrong necklace hadn’t hit until he’d finally gotten back to his dorm. He’d run the whole way and failed to look down even once.

The item he’d held clenched in his fist was a golden chain with a single spherical charm at the end. It was golden, as well, with intricate carvings encasing it. He didn’t know what the hell he’d grabbed and figured it was some girl’s that McGonagall had snatched up, just like his.

He had rolled his eyes in annoyance, promising to head back tomorrow to go grab his necklace and return the one now settled in his palm.

Except he hadn’t gone back the next day. In the midst of getting ready for bed in the empty bathroom that night, he’d begun to mindlessly fidget with the golden object whilst brushing his teeth.

His fingers had traced the end of it, watching the rings around the charm twirl in on each other. The minty suds had spilled over the edge of his bottom lip, and when he had gone to catch the mess, his finger had jerked against the side of the charm just barely, and he was standing straight up again.

The suds still sat on the edge of his lip. They slid slowly, slowly, then pushed over and hit the ground with a wet splat. His eyes stared forward at the reflection of the necklace in his hand.

He didn’t know what the hell happened. It felt like his body had glitched out of reality for a moment. Surely it was just a coincidence, and he’d just had some more minty mess dribbling from his lips than he initially thought. But then, where had the original bit of toothpaste gone? He surely hadn’t caught it. He stepped back and looked around, searching over the stone floor and his person, attempting to find the missing blob of toothpaste. What the hell was going on?

His eyes found the necklace clutched between his fingers. He brushed his thumb over the golden jewelry just as he’d done the first time.

The earth glitched again, and the toothbrush was back in his mouth, and he was a step forward, closer to the mirror. He’d gasped and dropped his toothbrush and the jewelry in the sink, backing away wildly.

And after he’d played with it a few more times, he had decided to research it in the library. And now, as he sat in class, waiting for it to end, he felt as if it couldn’t come fast enough. He needed to get to the library so he could figure out what exactly this necklace did.

If he had to guess, he’d imagine that it turned the world back a bit at a time. Every time he touched the charm in a specific way—a small knob-like detail on the side of the globe itself—the day would jump back, and he’d be standing where he had been a few minutes before.

He was unsure of the extent of its power or if it really even did turn back time, but he intended to find out.

“Class dismissed!” McGonagall’s voice flashed through his mind.

At the sound of her announcement, he quickly gathered his things and rushed off toward the library, not bothering to excuse himself.

His breaths came out in quick, rasping pants as he appeared before the main entrance to the library. The hands that grasped his coat and bag collected beads of sweat rapidly, the small droplets slipping down his fingers.

“Nott? Everything alright?”

He whipped around, searching for the owner of the voice that had just grabbed his attention. Just before him, nearly a foot shorter, was Hermione Granger.

She stared up at him—eyes concerned, lips parted, hair bushy and wild, arms gripping a large number of books. One of her eyebrows quirked as if she was awaiting his response.

“Oh, sorry, Granger,” he chuckled nervously. “I was just trying to get to the library ahead of everybody…I’ve got some studying to do.” Wow, what a pathetic lie. Hermione knew it, too.

“Okay…did you need any help?” she asked. “I am a library ambassador.” Her voice was proud, chest perked out.

Just before he was about to blurt a loud, suspicious ‘no!’, he had a revelation. Hermione Granger was a Gryffindor and a tad annoying, but she was also one of the smartest students in the entirety of the castle, perhaps even in the Wizarding World. If anyone was able to help him at this moment—who wasn’t a professor and/or blatant snitch—it was her. He swallowed thickly.

“Actually, yes,” he said, nervously toying with the shoulder straps on his bag.

“Perfect, let’s get set up at a table!” she smiled widely, gently pushing past him and leading the way.

Theo had not been wrong in recruiting Granger’s assistance. She was bloody brilliant. The only information he’d given her, as suspicious as it had sounded, was he was doing a project about “magical objects—specifically jewelry” in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As dumb as the cover was, it seemed to work.

She’d set to work instantly, selecting tens of twenties of thickly bound books that had to be at least a hundred years old. When she pulled them from the shelf, her fingers fell away from them, allowing them to fall down to about waist height, where they would catch themselves in mid-air. As she scanned the shelves, they floated alongside her.

Theo was in awe of her incredible knowledge; he actually found himself interested in the millions of side tangents she went on. It was clear she was very intelligent.

The two of them had sat at a quiet table and set to work, with Hermione leading the way. She had pored over each book she’d decided upon, choosing between a number of fantastical objects, including a goblet that never let itself empty and a collection of garden tools in Sweden that did their own work without ever having been tweaked by a Wizard. It was fascinating.

Theo had even started working his way through one of the books when he’d spotted it. On a dusty, yellowed page, he saw a near-perfect sketch of the object now strung around his neck. Time-Turner. A small gasp left his lips, and his hands went to clutch against the necklace. It was an involuntary reaction, but one that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Hermione.

“Interested in the Time Turner?” she asked. “Would you like to use that one for your project? It’s quite brilliant.” Her eyes glanced down to his clutched fist, fingers still curled around the Time-Turner through his sweater. He let go and dropped his hand to his lap.

“I just thought it sounded very cool…” Theo said, sounding very unsure of himself. “Do you have any more books on it?”

“Um, I could search about if you wanted to look over that one a bit more,” she offered. Theo nodded, his eyes avoiding hers. Despite his obvious avoidance of her gaze, she set herself back down at the table and forced his eyes to find hers once more.

“Theo?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked, trying to appear nonchalant. He felt as though he was sweating profusely.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and it’s not meant to upset you, but…are you currently in possession of any school-banned objects?”

His eyes flickered up to hers in shock. He hadn’t expected her to ask that if he were being honest. She hadn’t even skirted around the subject or anything. He paused for a moment, trying to find the words.

“No,” he breathed, his chest tight. He could barely look at her.

“Okay,” she said, expression unconvinced. “Well, so that you know—for your project—Time-Turners can be dangerous if not used properly. Your past self can never see your present self.” Oh. That was good to know.

She nodded her head slightly, eyebrows still furrowed tightly, before turning to walk away. She left Theo staring blankly at the open book before him. She definitely didn’t believe him. He hoped she wouldn’t rat him out.

He got to his feet and quickly exited the library.

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Once back in his dorm, a thought washed over him. He could use this Time-Turner to benefit himself in an extreme amount of ways. He could go back and fix tests he’d failed, he could correct arguments with his family, he could—

A knock came at the door. He quickly shoved the object back beneath his shirt, shouting a brief invitation at the door.

The first thing he saw was your eyes as they poked through the door. He sat up, tugging the comforter over his naked chest.

“Oh!” you giggled, stepping back behind the door. “You’re naked!”

“No, not naked! Just need to grab a shirt!” Theo said, frantically searching about his bed for a stray tee shirt. He noticed one strewn over the back of his desk chair.

“Accio!” he hissed. The gray fabric tossed itself towards him, allowing him to sling it over his head and down his torso. “Come in!”

You pushed back through the door, a sly smirk printed on your lips.

“Shut up,” he laughed, patting the bed beside him. You jogged over to his side of the dormitory and hopped into his bed, sliding your legs beneath the covers. Your cold skin raised with chill bumps at his warmth.

Theo asked you about your day, and you asked about his, and he contemplated telling you about the Time-Turner for over two hours before you finally disappeared back into your dorm. In your absence, he realized something he hadn’t before.

He could use the small golden jewelry rested around his neck to finally confess his feelings for you—and he could make sure it was perfect no matter what. He just had to make sure his past self did not see his present self.

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And that mission consumed the rest of his week—or the rest of his Monday. At the start of the first day, he’d found himself approaching you and then flaking out; or starting to tell you, then changing the subject; or telling you he loved you! (but as a friend). He groaned and rolled his eyes at himself.

At this point, there were going to be ten little Theos running around Hogwarts. Now that it was Tuesday, all of them should have been swept away with the passage of time, but he wasn’t certain he’d gone completely unspotted by everyone around him. He could’ve sworn Mattheo, a close friend of his, had mentioned how impossibly fast he’d gotten from one side of the castle to the other.

With a clenched jaw and stern eyes, Theo told himself he wasn’t going to push this little journey past Tuesday. He was going to get it done today.

In the midst of his repeated attempts, he’d gotten creative to avoid being seen by his past self. He’d snuck little tips written onto notes in his dorm, pretended that students could not go into certain rooms so his other self could be alone with you, etc. He knew that that could be dangerous, and he definitely didn’t understand the full capabilities of the Timer-Turner, but he realized that if there was one thing he truly wanted at the moment, it was you.

This was the last time.

He pinched the Time-Turner’s little knobbed bead and turned—24 times. That should put everyone back on Monday morning, at exactly ten o’clock in the morning.

Theo watched as the air around him in the boys’ lavatory began to shift—little flashes of passersby sped around him; Professor Snape even pushed through the door at one point. The day became darker and darker until the whole bathroom was plunged into an inky blackness. Then, it began to leave quickly, becoming lighter and lighter until the rushing stopped. The lavatory was silent. It was ten o’clock on Monday morning.

He had Potions right now, but he’d already written a note to Professors Snape and Dumbledore, asking to be excused from all of his classes due to a raging stomach ache. He’d gotten unfortunately detailed in the letter and hoped they’d leave him to attend the hospital wing on his own.

He watched before him as ten Theos seemed to step out of his body and walk toward the lavatory entrance. These were his previous attempts trying to make you his.

An idea popped into his head—one that may not work the way he planned. He had failed to ask Hermione how exactly any incidents would affect his present self, but he figured he’d come out alright.

“Petrificus Totalus!” he hissed, then watched as all ten of his other bodies froze suddenly and collapsed to the ground, falling like dominos. He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, dragged them over to one of the stalls in the furthest corner, and propped them up against the wall. Despite their eyes still staring right through him, they were not able to see his face. He was appalled at the way he was treating himself, but he figured if he wasn’t able to remember it, it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like he’d killed himself or anything like that; he’d likely just be a bit sore in the morning.

Still, perhaps he should have thought that through a bit more… It didn’t matter. This was the last time he was going to create more of himself for no reason. He should have successfully asked you out the first time, but, for some reason, he kept seeming to screw it all up. He was pathetic, using a magical object to ask someone out.

If any of his mates knew about this…he’d never live it down. He took a deep breath, straightened his tie and robes, and stepped out of the bathroom.

You were in Defense right now and would be going to your free period directly afterwards. He knew this because this was his eleventh time trying.

He pulled himself behind one of the enormous stone pillars holding the castle up and waited for your voice to come. Every single time, you walked out of your class, your laugh jingling like a chime through the halls and melting Theo’s heart down into his stomach. He anticipated the start of the sound.

When it began, Theo poked his head around the corner and saw you there—arms clutched around books, gorgeous hair framing your gorgeous eyes, your beautiful body on display as your group of friends turned to walk towards him. He gulped, standing back slightly.

“…and I was just wondering if he was, you know—”

“Hey,” Theo stepped out of his hiding place, interrupting you. Your shining eyes met his. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Your mouth slacked open for just a moment before you blinked a few times and nodded slowly. The two girls on either side of you seemed to be suppressing smirks and eyeing you intently. He took a shuddering breath, hoping that these girls would not be making fun of him some time in the future.

Theo had told himself that this was the last time, so if he fucked this attempt up, that was it. He would throw the Time Turner away.

One of your friends offered to take your books and bag back to your dormitory. You turned back to Theo and smiled shyly.

Gently, he led you away from the gradually increasing wave of Hogwarts students and down a mostly empty corridor.

You followed him in silence until he turned the corner, and brought you out into a silent courtyard. The sun above twinkled over the fountain in the center of the blooming area.

Theo saw you smile a bit.

“Uh, I’m sorry to have pulled you away from your friends, I just wanted to talk to you about something…” he trailed off nervously, his palms already beginning to sweat. Your eyes watched him so closely—it was becoming hard to breathe.

“I wanted to tell you that I’ve developed feelings for you—ones of, uh, a…romantic…nature—wait, that’s awful… I meant I think you’re absolutely gorgeous…uh…” he stuttered endlessly, his perfect plan drowning. “I’m sorry, can you just please forget I never said any of this?”

“Theo, why would I want to forget any of this?” You chuckled gently, a small well of tears in your eyes. “You’ve been nothing but sweet and romantic and loving these last eleven days.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve just wanted to ask you out properly—hey, wait. What did you say?” Theo stopped, blood draining from his face.

“Oh,” you frowned a bit. “I wasn’t going to tell you, but…”

You reached beneath your sweater and slipped a silver chain over your head. At the very end of the links, glistening in the sun, was a deep emerald stone, hard-cut and encapsulated in silver linings. A rough breath left Theo’s lips.

“It’s a Reversal stone,” you explained, “a stone meant to protect me from any charms, curses, or illusions placed on or around me. There’s only a few of them in the world but my family happens to be the ones who originally discovered them and their immunity to magic.”

Theo wanted to throw up. He was sure he had glimpsed one of these in one of the books Hermione had brought to him. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

“So, you’ve seen everything?” he asked, wincing a bit.

“And remember it all—but don’t worry, no one else will.” You flashed him a dazzling smile.

“So, I guess you know about the—”

“Time Turner?” You answered. “Yeah, I do. But your usage of it was very impressive; it’s almost like you’ve used one for years. Where did you get yours—oh, wait, I’m sorry. I’m getting ahead of you. Go ahead!” You urged him along with your hands.

Theo chuckled at your natural curiosity. His eyes traced over your small smile as you awaited his prepared speech.

“Do you even want me to go through with this?” Theo asked.

“I’d love to hear it again,” you said sincerely. Theo refrained from cringing at the ‘again.’

“It’s going to be the same thing you’ve heard every time,” he laughed nervously. “Is your answer going to change at all?”

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t get to answer the first times. You always cut me off and got to work spinning on that necklace of yours.”

Theo paused and thought back to each instance he’d reversed time and attempted to ask you out. He slowly realized that he'd never actually waited for your answer. He’d gotten too embarrassed and walked away.

“If you would have let me finish the first eleven times, you would’ve known that I couldn’t have cared any less about how you asked me out,” you smile flirtatiously. “All I cared about was the fact that you were asking me out.”

“So, does that mean…?” Theo trailed off.

“I’d love to be yours, Theo,” you laughed. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for forever and—while I didn’t think you’d need an infamously enchanted object to ask me out—I would never have said no to you.”

Theo’s eyes lit up and his lips parted in a giddy smile. Despite his nerdish attempts at proposing the perfect question to you, you still wanted him. Had wanted him for a while. At least that was what you’d implied. Theo could barely force the words from his lips.

“So, we’re dating, then?” Theo asked dumbly. “You’re my girlfriend now?”

“Of course…if that’s what you’d like to call me, that is,” you smiled, sending a wink towards the tall boy. His cheeks flushed slightly as he slowly slid his hand towards you. You accepted the invitation by sliding your fingers against his, intertwining them lovingly.

Theo thought his heart might explode. He was already thinking of kissing you. Your lips looked so perfect and lush… He imagined you’d taste like the sweetest of fruits in the summertime, like the entirety of Honeydukes, like—

“Would you like to kiss me, Teddy?” You asked. Theo swallowed thickly. Could that damn necklace of yours allow you to read minds as well? “I’d just very much like to kiss you, and thought that I’d ask.”

“Uh, I’d love to,” he smiled nervously.

“Theo,” you breathed, resting your lips just above his. “Relax. You don’t have to be so nervous. Is this the first kiss you’ve ever had?”

“No, but—”

“Then you’re alright,” you laughed.

His eyes were wide and frightened, his lips parted in a perpetual sigh. He could barely contain himself as your hand trailed up and along his chest before sweetly reaching his face. Your soft fingers caressed the flesh around his ear and then across his mouth. Theo’s breath caught in his throat at the sensation.

You gave him a small smile before lightly dragging your fingers under his chin and disappearing back through the entrance to the courtyard.

Theo remained standing, amongst the stone and the vines, with only his breathing and the trickle of the fountain behind him. His deep exhales brought him back to the present. He blinked sharply and laughed a bit at your boldness.

He was going to get you back.

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Just the Two of Us

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "I love your writing! I was hoping I could request a NSFW female reader x Ominis and them having their first time together in the Undercroft? They weren't planning on it but it happens and Ominis is very nervous and shy. 🥺"

Word Count - 1,636

Warnings - 18 + smut, characters aged up, soft Ominis

A/N - I feel like this didn't come out so well, as someone who's not new to sex anymore I have such a hard time writing clumsy virgin sex, but let me know what you think!

You felt like you couldn't shut the door behind you fast enough as you padded across the stone floor to find Ominis, waiting for you in the Undercroft.

A lot of things had happened down here, a lot of unpleasant and life-changing conversations. Lately, you and Ominis has been trying to at least make some new positive ones to imprint over the old.

Ominis' face lit up the moment he heard your footsteps, he looked up from the table he was cleaning off and you threw yourself into his arms.

You nearly knocked him over, but he caught you and held you steady, holding you still to meet you with a kiss.

"Someone's excited to see me."

"Of course," you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, "I'm excited for the break we have. Everyone is nearly gone home and you and I are here with all the time and space in the world."

He loved to hear you happy. And he did love that he would have so much free time to devote to you. He was free from worrying about Sebastian and just how hard he had made things.

"I am too, although that does mean we don't have to be down here in this dungeon," he laughed and gestured around.

"Well, I happen to like this place, it's private and just for us." You held his face in your hands softly rubbing at his cheeks before kissing him deeply.

He sighed against your mouth and ran his tongue along your bottom lip to taste you. You felt your body heat up at the contact, reaching behind his head to pull him closer.

Ominis loved the feeling of your hands through his hair, he wanted to know if you would pull harder were he between your thighs instead. At the same time he felt nervous at you seeing him disheveled, it's one of the reasons he had avoided going much further with you. It's not like he could tell how he looked so it made him twice as self-conscious to be so unware.

When he pulled away you pretended to pout, lightly shoving him. "Ominis, you can't leave a girl hanging like that. I can tell you're enjoying it too." Your voice was soft as you pressed yourself against him, feeling the early stages of his erection.

He stepped back from you and gestured from his rumpled up cloak to his hair all askew, "Don't I look silly to you? I just. I feel I can't look good enough for you for anything like this." He swallowed hard, eyes darting around in embarrassment.

If only he could see the lust in your eyes and the way your lips parted for him. Seeing him flustered was really better than any perfectly polished version of him any day in your opinion.

"Ominis you're so sexy when you're just, just being you. Every imperfection makes you so much more desirable to me."

You walked back up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I'll never make you do anything you don't want. So if you still want to go slow and wait on this kind of thing, we can."

You were both flustered. Flushed cheeks and hot bodies collided as he kissed you with more passion this time, taking you off guard. It between kisses he muttered, "I want to try, just take it easy on me?"

You grinned against his mouth at his statement, pushing his robes from his shoulders, "We're both going to be bad at this Ominis, it's okay."

You slipped your hands down his shoulders and held his hands within your own as you deepened the kiss. He traced feather light caresses over your fingers and up your arms to discard your robe as well. He felt emboldened enough to the press his palm up beneath your sweater, feeling your warm skin as he crept up to your chest.

You muttered his name softly, encouraging him to explore further. You leaned into his touch as he dipped below your chemise, massaging one breast and then the other. He felt your nipples stiffen under his touch, encouraging him to roll them between his fingers.

You broke free from the your kiss to lift your sweater above your head, you pulled the chemise at the same time leaving your top half completely exposed. Ominis couldn't see, but he felt the fresh air in the way that goosebumps formed on your skin beneath him.

Ominis felt the tips of his ears get hot and he whispered to you how beautiful you were. You grabbed his free hand and placed both of them on your breasts as you ground yourself against his front. You saw the rise and fall in his chest pick up and his eyes widened as a reflex.

You guided his hands down lower and he hooked his thumbs into both of your bottoms, sliding to the floor with them. He looked up at you with his face you leaning against your smooth calf.

"You smell delicious," he commented as he placed kisses on your knees, working his way up. You couldn't take your eyes off of him as he braced a hand on your thigh, standing back up and sliding his hand to cup your wet pussy as he did so.

"Y-You're turn," you stuttered out, placing your hands at the hem of his shirt, stripping him of it quickly. He was pale and lean, but somewhere in the last few years he had filled out more, you loved feeling up his broad expanse of skin.

You held onto him for balance as he attempted to get his pants off, but he stumbled back into the wall. He looked at you like he was caught in a spotlight and you couldn't hold in the small bit of laughter.

"It's okay," you said as you walked up to him, spinning him so that you were the one against the wall, "It looks like I might have caught you with your pants down." He kissed you once more to save himself from his own embarrassment. You couldn't complain when you felt his cock up against your stomach.

"Ominis," you muttered, "can you, do you think you could lift me and I could..." you let your words trail off for him to insinuate what you were getting at.

He used firm hands to grip onto the sensitive curve where your thighs meet your back side and you used the wall as a brace a he lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him.

The both of you groaned at all of the sudden sensations. He could feel your heat and slick with his throbbing hard-on. He discovered how nice it was digging into the plump flesh of your ass while he held onto you and kneaded it.

You thrusted your hips against his helplessly while he decided to lick and suck on your neck. You felt limp in his arms, like you would do anything he asked if the sensations were going to be this good.

"I want to, to be inside," he said sheepishly, "do you think you're ready?" Luckily for you he felt your head nod because you were too busy for words.

He moved an arm to wrap around your waist while he used his other hand to guide the weeping head of his cock to your entrance. He got a devilish smirk on his face as he rubbed his pre-cum across your tight hole.

You moaned his name and bucked your hips so that the tip would start to slide in, both of you having a sharp intake of breath as it do so.

"F-fuck, Y/N," he took his time trying to fill you up comfortably, "I don't - ah - I don't know if it'll fit."

You grimaced from the new sensation of being stretched out, but spoke to him softly and reassured him that it was normal for the first time.

"Just, just push yourself inside, Ominis," he found himself unable to hold back as he harshly pressed his hips in to meet yours. You pulled him tight and flush to your body as you cried out.

"More, I want more, fuck me, Ominis." He didn't need to be told twice as he was feeling the most sensory overload he'd ever experienced. He nearly panicked as he wasn't sure how he was supposed to keep it together long enough to please you.

He stuttered out your name, "I don't know how long I can last," he huffed, his cheeks bright red and his groans getting louder by the second.

You reached down between your legs and he quickly noticed your fingers, understanding what you wanted. He dragged the wetness from your thighs over to your clit with his index finger, alternating pressure to find the sensation you liked the best.

He couldn't contain himself when you made so many whines and scratched at his back with your nails. He didn't pause in his attack on your most sensitive part as he thrusted hard and fast, shooting all of his load up inside of you.

Your name mixed with apologies tumbled off of his lips while he continued to move his hips at a much slower pace, you could feel your heat building in your stomach and you pressed your hand over his to add more pressure.

You could see stars as you came around him, reveling in the new feeling of being so full when you came. You sat still, clinging to each other while you fought to catch your breath.

"'m sorry it was so soon, I - I - I thought -," you shushed his apologies assuring him they weren't needed.

You pulled his face to yours, pressing your nose to his, "It just means we need more practice right?"

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jeankluv · 15 days

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I love you, it’s ruining my life - Geto Suguru

Words: 1,5k

Summary: You stood besides Geto for over a decade but despite loving him so much, it was ruining you.

Tags: heavy angst, canon, set during 2017-2018, blood, mentions of death, no happy ending, a bit of Gojo x reader but not romantic, no use of y/n, gn!reader

Notes: a request and a one shot in a single day, yep 🤭

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

When he decided to leave, you left with him.

More than 10 years had passed since then, you were no longer kids, you had changed. Even though there were mornings where you looked in the mirror and still saw the 17 year old student you once were. But when you looked at him, there was nothing left of that 17 year old boy.

You still loved him and you would probably always, but that love was consuming you.

But that day, you didn't see the 17 year old girl, what you saw in the mirror was a tired young woman, with a dull face and dark circles under her eyes. You felt like all your color was completely gone.

Existing your room, you walked through the hallway until you spot Suguru’s silhouette, I was talking to Miguel, apparently there was a course that Suguru was interested in obtaining. Passing by, you walked and saw a couple of people waiting for Suguru to serve them. Your heart was squeezed when you thought about the fate they would have.

You had accompanied Suguru for all these years, but you had never been able to agree with his ideas and until that day they continued to make you nauseous.

You sighed and went outside, where you sat on one of the benches there. In the distance you could see Tokyo and the memories of when you were a teenager began to come to you. Would you be there if you had realized earlier how Suguru was? If you had tried harder? If I had supported him more? Everything was what ifs... That they would never be, you answered and you could only imagine what could have been.

“You are here.” A deep voice, spoke behind your back. “Geto is looking for you.”

You stood up and nodded slowly. Walking towards where Suguru was, you felt your heart flutter nervously. You opened the door and found him sitting on his “throne”. When you entered you could see traces of blood on the floor. You turned your head, feeling the vomit rise in your throat.

"I'm sorry." Suguru murmured from his seat. “I thought it would take you longer so you wouldn't see the blood of that dirty monkey, but you came.”

“Suguru…” You tremble. “Don't you think that's enough…?”

"What do you mean?" He rose from his throne.

“What I mean…” Your heart fluttered. “Let's go Suguru, let's go away.” You approached him. “You, the girls and me. Far from everything…”

Suguru's gaze was cold. “Do you hear yourself?” He smiled zinicly. “Do you want to run away? After all these years? Of my progress? Don’t be foolish.”

“Suguru… please…” Your eyes stung.

Suguru snorted and moved away from your touch and it was then, seeing his back, that the boy who once swore he would love you forever, died long ago.

“I know you loved me.” You looked down. “But you don’t love me anymore.” Those words were heavy on you, it felt like stones being thrown at yourself.

“That’s what you think?” Suguru asked

“I don’t think that, it’s what it is, Suguru.” You held back your tears, not wanting to cry in front of him. “The only times we are intimate it’s when you want to have sex, the rest of the time… I don’t even see you because you are to focus on killing people.”

“Monkeys, those are not people, they are monkeys.” You shook your head trying to ignore his words. “Don’t tell me you don’t agree with what we are doing.” He approached you and you took a step back.

“I don’t think I ever did Suguru.”

“Then why? Why did you follow me?” His tone was clear, he was angry.

“Because I love you!” You raised your voice. “I love you Suguru, I always did. And you needed me back then… you needed someone and I… I couldn’t leave you.”

“So you never truly believed in what I was doing…”

“That’s what matters to you?” You raised your gaze facing him. “If I agree with what you are doing?”

“Yes!” He was the one to shut this time. “You were the… the only one who stayed and I thought it was because you agreed but it was because you loved me.” A hoarse laugh came from his throat. “You thought that if you came with me and with that love of yours I was going to change?”

He looked at you and you said nothing, because yes, your foolish self really thought it was going to be able to change him, to make him go back and try to find a solution to what he did. But you were a fool and even 10 years later you were still a fool, because deep down you were still hoping you could make him understand.

“I won’t change, I will never change, I will kill all those monkeys and create a world where only sorcerers exist.” He sat down. “If you want to leave, I won’t stop you.”

The first tear rolled down your cheek. “I love you Suguru.” You said. “But it’s ruining my life.”

Suguru stayed silent, not saying a word, not saying anything. This wasn’t the guy you fell in love with, years ago, that boy wouldn’t stare at you and do nothing.

You stepped away and turned around to leave the room. Before exiting the room, you look at him one last time.

“I love you Suguru, I will always love you.” You whipped the tears away and left the room.

After that last look, the days passed and turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. Suguru never looked for you, you were alone. You couldn't go back to where you were once happy because that would doom you and you couldn't go back to the person you loved because she was long dead.

You looked up and saw the snow falling. The new year had begun with snow. You hugged your body and walked through the new streets of the small town you had moved to. There you could simply be you and help those like you who could see curses and didn't understand it.

“The ground is slippery over there.” A voice spoke behind you.

You stopped dead when you heard it, how many years had it been since you had heard that voice? You didn't even know it anymore.

You carefully turned to confirm that the owner of that voice was the one who was once your best friend. And indeed, a few meters away from you was Gojo Satoru. Taller than the last time he saw it that October afternoon. Unlike that time, his eyes were completely covered by a white blindfold.

“Satoru…” You murmured.

“You lost weight.” He simply said.

Ignoring his words, you went straight to the point. “Are you here to execute me?” You asked him, trying to pretend that your voice was shaky.

Satoru shook his head. “Why would I?” Before you could answer he continued. “There is no execution order for you, so there is no reason for me to execute you.”

“What?” You said stunned. "How is that possible? I spent years with him, they should…”

“You were never considered a threat like him and I asked them not to include you on the list of cursed sorcerers.”

You pursed your lips and nodded. "Thanks, I guess." You hugged yourself tighter, to stop yourself from shaking. “What are you doing here then Satoru?”

"He is dead."

Your breath caught and your heart skipped a couple of beats before it began to break. Suguru was dead… Suguru… You stifled a cry, not wanting to cry in front of Satoru.

“I’m sorry…” Satoru whispered.

“Why are you sorry for?” Your voice coming out like a whisper from your throat.

“It was me…”

And then a cold breeze hit your face.

You shook your head and looked up at the sky trying to stop the crying. “It’s what you had to do…” You heard Satoru's footsteps approaching you. “Did he say something before he died?”

“He gave me this.” Satoru took your hand and placed an object on it. “He told me he was sorry and that I love you until the last moment.” You carefully opened your hand, finding a ring.

You clenched your fist to your chest and began to sob. You felt Satoru's warm body wrap around you and try to calm those sobs that didn't stop coming out of you. After a few minutes, you managed to calm down and separated from Satoru.

“Thank you…” You said.

Satoru handed you a folded piece of paper. “My number and Shoko's are written down. Call us when you need it or if... if you want to come back there again. Yaga won’t care and if the old guys say something, I’ll take care of it.”

You looked at the paper and then at Satoru. “I'll keep that in mind Satoru… thank you.”

“Take care.” He said and turned around to walk off.

You saw his silhouette get into a car and then disappear. Opening your hand again, you looked at the ring again.

“I love you Suguru.” You murmured kissing the ring and letting once again your tears flow.

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helaelaemond · 5 months

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Pulling Apart - Aemond x Reader

Pairing: Aemond x f!reader

Word count: 874

Summary: The Dance of the Dragons has begun, and it is dragging your lover away from you. You have little fight left in you, and try to make him stay one last time.

Content warning(s): elements of dubcon, Aemond can't get hard, angst, no happy ending

INCLUDES: oral (m receiving)

Rating: E

"Stay."

"No."

"Stay."

Aemond's lip twitches. He looks at you with a hard stare, and you do your best not to flinch under it. "My brother awaits me."

"It is the middle of the night. All the king awaits is a whore from Flea Bottom and a barrel of red."

"Don't." His voice is quiet. There is a threat in it.

"I want you to stay."

"What you want is of no consequence."

You grab his arm as he turns away. "It is of every consequence!"

"Why?" he asks coldly, ripping away from you. "Who are you to the realm?"

"I am the woman you love."

He is quiet for a moment. His one good eye bores into yours until you feel your soul utterly bared to him. "I do not deny that. But..."

"But what?" It's impossible to hide the desperation from your voice.

"But it is not enough."

"Aemond, please-"

Long strides take him across his chamber towards the door, and you follow with heavy steps, the cold of the flagstone floor making your feet feel numb. It's warm in the room, but your body has turned to ice. In front of the door, you drop to your knees. "Please," you beg. Taking his hands into yours, you look up at him with shining eyes. "I'm afraid."

"Of what?" His lips are so tight that the words barely come out.

"Of losing you. We are falling apart, you and I, and it frightens me."

"There is a war out there, I cannot simply-"

"There is a war in here, too!" And you pull his hand over your heart. Why can he not understand? "There is a darkness in you that you will not allow me to shine a light on any longer. You're pulling away from me to a precipice from which you may not return."

He tries to pull away but your hands go to his hips.

"Stay," you tell him again. Your hands go to the laces on the front of his breeches.

"No." He pushes you away gently.

"Stay."

He is stronger than you, and faster, and he could leave if he wanted, he really could. That's what you tell yourself when you sink your hand into the warmth of his trousers. The soft hair there tickles your skin and you whimper as your fingers trace his base.

"Please," you beg more softly this time. "Don't leave me alone. Do not go where I cannot follow."

"I will return once the war is won," he replies, his voice low and tense. In his thighs, muscles twitch and move to hold himself upright more firmly. One hand goes into your hair. It's unclear whether he wants to push you away or pull you closer.

It doesn't matter. You pull his soft cock free and stroke it in your hand and rest your forehead against his groin - he groans softly when you press his head against your cheek. Closing your eyes to concentrate on the feeling of him alone, you pull back his tender foreskin and run the pad of your thumb over his slit.

He used to be hard for you at just a glance.

But it's been weeks.

"Aemond," you whisper. "I'm losing you."

He makes no reply. He stands as still as stone. Turning your face, you lick a line up his cock and take his tip into your mouth. The salt of his skin makes you whine softly. Taking him deeper, tears prick your eyes. Please, you think, come back to me.

Long fingers scratch across your scalp. "Stop," he commands.

You take him deeper until he touches the back of your throat. It makes you gag, and when he pushes you off him, you let out a cry of despair. Back on your heels you sit. What now?

"Aemond," you weep. "I'm lost without you."

Your lover, tall and proud and nothing more than a frightened boy, looks down at you. His expression is unreadable. "That is of no consequence."

"You are lost without me."

The pretty bow of his lips curls as if he is going to reply. It is torture when he does not. All he gives you is a hum. And then he tucks himself back into his breeches, and tugs his jacket into place again while you drag yourself back to your feet.

"This is it, Aemond," you tell him shakily. "I cannot fight any longer when you have no intent in fighting for me in return."

He watches you with severity in his pretty face.

"I mean it. You leave now, and you will never see me again."

'Hmm."

And for a fleeting moment, there is a glimmer of hope. He pulls you to him suddenly, and runs his nose up your jaw and into your hair. "Lavender," he breathes into your ear. "It will always make me think of you."

"Aemond."

His arms envelop you in warmth, and you are home. You turn your head to meet his kiss, and it is searing. It leaves you both breathless. When he says your name, you can hear the smile in his voice.

"Stay," you say one last time.

By the time you open your arms, he is gone. The cold returns.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond x female reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x y/n #mine

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flightyalrighty · 10 days

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(sorry if you've gotten this before or if this is not the right kind of question for the blog)

Do you have any advice on HOW to make a comic series? From what I've seen your work is fantastic, well made and written! (Cool concepts, story, and character dynamics etc)

How did you start? How DO you start?? How do you comic lol

I'm glad you enjoy my work! I'll do my best to answer this question!

I could give the ol' "Just jump in! Get started!" But I don't think that's the answer you're looking for, here. Even if it's technically the correct one.

"How do you make a comic series" Is one of those questions where the answer is kinda difficult to summarize in a single ask, because there's a whole lot that goes into it, y'know? I'll give you a brief run-down of my process.

I figure an idea for a story. In the case of Infested, the whole story was written before I even got started on the script. This is an outlier in my usual process and I don't normally do this and definitely don't recommend it.

Figure the plot like how you would figure a regular story's plot; The beats you wanna hit, the way the characters develop, the beginning, the middle, the end. What's the point of the story? What, exactly, are you trying to convey here? Who's the target audience? All that stuff ought to be figured out before even picking up a [MEDIUM OF ARTIST'S CHOICE].

Script the story. If you've seen a movie script, these things look a bit like that. You wanna not skip this step because this is where you determine the visual language of each page. Comic script writing is a whole thing and a half but I do have some random tips regarding it. -> When writing the beginning of a new scene, write down the time of day, the weather, and any important details about your setting (this is most important if you're working in a team). -> Using storyboard/film language when trying to figure out a scene is very helpful. You're not gonna remember exactly how that scene looked in your head when you finally get around to penciling it. Trust me. Write it down. Or thumbnail it! Thumbnails are also very helpful! -> Remember that you have very limited space for dialogue. Write with that in mind.

Figure the paneling on a page. I work at 11x17 and do my panel layouts based on those dimensions. I tend to make more important panels, or panels with PUNCH or SHOCK bigger than the others. Each panel is an individual illustration, but together they make a whole piece. You gotta treat it like that, y'know? Find the focal point on a page, find the most important element of it, and make that your focal point. Don't be afraid to get a lil wacky with panel shapes, either. They don't HAVE to be squares and rectangles. Check out what other cartoonists do! Get inspired! Paneling is an art-form within itself!

Page from "Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name" By Tess Stone

5. Penciling time! Get the perspective figured out, then draw the background, then draw the characters. Do it in that order. Trust me. With a background already set up, characters can be drawn more like they exist within that space, instead of floating in front of it. Also? Be aware that comic artists need to be ready to draw ANYTHING. You may have a great idea that you GOTTA put out into the world, but you have no idea how to draw, say, a car. Or debris. Or jungle foliage. There's no shame in using references, tutorials, or even doing a bit of tracing if something's outside your wheelhouse. Here's a bazillion tutorials from two guys who REALLY know their stuff.

6. Speech Balloons! Yes, really. In fact, you may want to do this and penciling at the same time. I certainly do. It's better to figure this out immediately so it doesn't hurt you later when it comes to getting your balloons to share a space with your art. Here's some great advice on the whole subject from a master of the craft

7. Inks! Line weight variation is key. Closer to the "camera" means thicker lines. If a part of a character is in shadow, that part is gonna get thicker lines, too. Personally, I make my background line art thinner than character line art. It helps the characters pop out!

8. Flats! Or flat colors if you wanna get specific about terminology. It's exactly what it sounds like -- Coloring the characters and backgrounds with the bare bones basic colors. I highly recommend keeping the character flats and bg flats on separate layers if you're working digitally.

9. Rendering! There's no hard and fast rule as to how a cartoonist ought to render their comic -- If they want to do that at all, even. Go with what you believe looks good AND is something you can do quickly. The "quickly" part is important. Heed my warning. Don't be like me.

And then I'd schedule the comic to be uploaded on whatever day suits me -- Thursday (usually) in Infested's case.

Of course, I kinda suck at relaying my process, so the final thing I can do for you is direct you to an extremely helpful book that really breaks it down in a way that may click with you as it did with me.

I hope this was in any way helpful to you!

#Anonymous #asks #comic advice

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clockwork-ashes · 2 months

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All You Have Is Your Fire - Part VI

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge, huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who literally deserves all the credit and whose post inspired me to start writing this. I could not stop thinking about this head canon, and it was so kind of you to let me try and make a story from it :)

And a huge thank you to everyone reading!

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe / @talibunny30 / @halfbutneverwhole

Part VII >>

Elain held tightly to Lucien’s arm, her fingers linked with his, her other hand clutching at his wrist. An anchor, his heartbeat a comfort as they were led down the winding halls of the ancient Forest House.

Lucien looked entirely unbothered, hardly troubled now that he was no longer in the presence of his family. Elain asked herself how, considering she very much felt as though she had woken from a nightmare. Her thoughts were foggy, her knees shaking in relief with every one of her steps. Elain wanted to sob.

Lucien’s thumb traced the curve of her knuckle and Elain breathed in deeply to calm her nerves.

It was almost humiliating, being paraded past the Autumn guards stationed at every corner as she clung to Lucien. She had to remind herself that it was expected of mated couples to behave so attached, that she was not amongst human nobles that would judge her for any open affection that was displayed.

Elain briefly wondered what Cora had done in her absence, and whether the other woman had been made aware of the change in their plans. Elain’s thoughts turned quickly, though, to what her sisters would say. Elain was sure that Nesta, more than Feyre, would be furious.

Elain assumed she would have the Inner Circle’s complete support, but she could only guess at their displeasure with how the night had unfolded.

Elain had told a High Lord that she was marrying his son, and she was only just beginning to realise the weight of such a promise. Elain felt her stomach flip, panic starting to creep along her spine.

Just when Elain’s anxiety started to take root, Lucien’s hand gripped hers more tightly. Elain felt as he tried to reassure her through the bond, and her annoyance was enough to redirect her thoughts.

The Forest House was strange and unlike any place she had ever been to. The rough stone walls were a warm grey, closer to the colour of sheep’s wool than to the cool toned rock she had become used to in Night.

Elain was surprised to see all the wooden furniture considering all the torches, flames dancing and sparks falling but never setting anything alight. She walked by a couple elegant fireplaces set into the walls, but she saw no chimneys, no soot or ashes.

Like the roots of an ancient tree, hallways connected and split off into different directions, an unnavigable maze. Elain wondered how anyone was able to find their way around.

One of the guards shoved Lucien towards a flight of stone steps, urging him to turn. Elain frowned when she felt him tense, thinking perhaps he had been offended by the gesture. It was only as a voice rang out beside them that Elain guessed Lucien had scented someone’s presence.

“Your services are no longer needed,” the words were rough, a demand. “I can take the prince and his lady to their shared suite from here.”

Much to Elain’s surprise, the guards obeyed. In the time it took for them to leave, Elain had turned her attention to the new arrival.

The man was handsome, Elain could admit. His short hair a more copper shade of red, his eyes a bright hazel. He was pale, like most of the people she had seen in Autumn, and he looked battle-worn. A slashing scar cut across his throat, just visible above the fabric of his jacket.

Even if Elain had not just been in a room with Beron Vanserra, she would have still been able to see the resemblance between the High Lord and the man who so obviously was another one of his sons. She took a step beck, knocking into Lucien’s side.

The man raised a brow, but other than a passing glance, he paid her no mind. His focus was on Lucien, the torches on the wall flared. Elain wondered if that always happened, if flames simply responded to those in Autumn, a reflection of their emotions.

“Where’s Eris?” He snapped, like he had no patience for either her or Lucien.

Her mate’s shoulders were stiff. “Is the loyal dog looking for its master?” Lucien’s drawl was taunting, as though he was expecting a reaction from his brother. His words were obviously meant to offend.

Elain could feel Lucien’s shock flooding the bond between them when his brother merely shook his head.

“You always did cause so much trouble, Lucien,” he frowned, looking very much like Eris. With a sigh, he angled his chin to the flight of stairs in front of them. “Follow me.”

Not like they had a choice, Elain thought. She could feel as Lucien turned to look at her, to check in, but she stared at his brother as he led them to a pair of thick oak doors. His attempt to comfort her was appreciated, but Elain truly thought she could not look at him without her anxiety once more taking hold. With a wave of his brother’s beringed hand, the doors opened to reveal a cosy space.

The fireplace was already lit, comfortable carpets covered the stone floor, and by the arched window on the room’s other side was a large bed, fit for two. Elain blushed, forgetting for a moment that Lucien and her were to be married, of course their shared suite would have only one bed.

Elain watched as Lucien’s brother waved his hand once again, this time lighting the candles littered on some of the wooden tables and nightstands. “I hope the rooms have been set to your liking. Should you need anything, let one of the guards know.”

Elain spoke for the first time since having left the throne room, “My lady’s maid was with me, I was wondering…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

“I’ll let Eris know,” the Autumn prince offered. “I’m sure he’s thought of everything.” There was no bitterness to his words, only an acknowledgement of his eldest brother’s very thorough planning.

Elain dipped her head in thanks, but he had already begun to leave. Elain looked to Lucien as he watched his brother warily, and he hardly seemed surprised when the other man paused at the room’s threshold.

“Congratulations to the both of you on your engagement,” he said flippantly, over his shoulder. Elain could hear a flicker of doubt in his tone, perhaps a suggestion that he was not entirely convinced by their act. She wondered if Eris had mentioned it to him, if they were close enough to have shared such information.

Elain noticed the irritation that flashed in Lucien’s eye, how the other one whirred. “Thank you, Callum.”

It was clear to Elain that there was bad blood between the brothers, and while she was curious, Elain also knew that it would probably be very rude to ask Lucien about it. She watched as Callum left, glad that she no longer needed to play the role she had given herself.

The doors slammed shut behind the Autumn prince, and Elain promptly let go of Lucien’s hand. She already missed the feeling, but to reach for him would be like an admission of how she so often longed for his touch when he was near. She put distance between them, almost tripping on the edge of the carpet in her rush.

“Gods,” she mumbled, running her fingers through her curls. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. Lucien’s scent, apples and summer mornings, lingered in the air.

What have I done?

Elain decided that she was a fool for coming to Autumn. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, had been so desperate to save Lucien’s life that she had doomed them both.

When Elain opened her eyes, she saw Lucien flexing his fingers, like the memory of her hand in his was enough to unsettle him. He had dark bruises along his jaw, clenched in what she thought was concern. There were blood stains, brown and aged, along the collar of his white shirt. A smear of dirt was on his temple and Elain could tell he had been treated poorly until she had come.

Lucien was still the loveliest man Elain had ever seen, and she hated herself for believing it.

“How in the hell did Feyre convince you to come for me?” Lucien asked, voice tired, like his own thoughts were weighing him down.

Elain furrowed her brow, frowning at him. “Feyre?” She echoed, incredulous.

At her question Lucien seemed to anger, only for a moment, before he spoke once more. “Rhysand, then, made you do this?”

“No one made me do anything,” Elain hissed, keeping her voice down, remembering how careful Eris was with his words even when they had been alone. “I came for you because I chose to.” She was frustrated, angry that everyone assumed she could not make decisions for herself. It was with great effort that she kept her hands at her sides, that she did not begin pointing at Lucien with an accusing finger.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Confusion and disbelief lingering in his words.

“Because I felt like it,” she snapped, feeling very much like a child. Elain did not share with him that after so much death, so much change in the last few years, she did not think she could bear more. “And you should be thanking me, not questioning my motives.”

Elain watched as he bent ever so slightly at the waist, the smallest of bows. He did not take his eyes off her as he said, “You have my thanks, Elain.”

At the sound of her name falling from Lucien’s lips, Elain took a step towards him, the movement almost involuntary. “You shouldn’t call me that,” the impropriety of it all had Elain blushing, she attempted to tell herself that was why she could feel her heartbeat quicken. “You don’t have the right—”

“I think I do,” Lucien said with a shrug, “considering we’re about to be married.”

It looked like he wanted to say more, but Elain interrupted. “It means nothing,” she was shocked at how snarled the last word was. “Nothing has changed between us,” her words held a finality to them.

Lucien ran a hand through his hair, “Not for one moment did I believe otherwise.” He sounded exhausted, Elain noticed.

Briefly, Elain felt guilty for being upset with him.

Lucien shook his head, and as he spoke he did not look at her. “You shouldn’t have come to Autumn.” Elain could not say it with certainty, but she could have sworn fear leaked slowly down their shared bond.

“Next time I’ll let you be killed,” Elain waved her hand dismissively. “What’s done is done, I can hardly tell your father I’ve changed my mind.”

“I think we’re well past that,” Lucien confirmed. The silence between them was awkward, and Elain wished they had separate rooms, despite knowing it was for the best that they were together.

She could feel Lucien’s gaze on her, but Elain was looking at the comfortable armchair by the fireplace. She cleared her throat, “You take the bed.”

Lucien did not argue with her, a testament to how utterly drained he must have been, Elain concluded.

“Thank you, Elain,” he said softly, sincerely.

Elain was left with the impression that Lucien was thanking her for more than just the bed.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron x lucien vanserra #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #autumn court #vanserra brothers #they finally talk to each other alone #ashes writes sometimes #all you have is your fire

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hyuckkaiji · 7 months

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love is rich with honey and venom - ominis gaunt × f!reader

summary; you are long past the point of no return, ominis will keep you no matter what he has to do. pt.3

word count; 5.5k

warnings; 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, dubcon/noncon, porn with a plot, dark!ominis, yandere!ominis, mentions of cheating/infidelity, kidnapping, blood play

note; one for the dark ominis girlies. ominis ending, last part to this little unofficial series. pt.3 to only mine but could also just be read as a pt.2 to my love. // pt.3 sebastian

You thought you'd known violence, fear, and desperation. You were wrong. You'd never really felt those things. The feelings you'd previously called by those names do not compare to what you feel now, what you've been feeling for months.

You pulled your knees to your chest, blowing a puff of air out of your nose. You tried to focus on anything other than your husband, to no avail, only the sounds of your imprisonment to catch your attention.

The sound of chains scraping against stone echoed through the dingy cellar. The shackles on your wrists jangling as you hugged yourself tighter.

"I do not wish to hurt you, wife. I you just need to learn to behave. Will you behave for me, sweet girl."

You could hear the soft taps of Ominis' shoes. He was coming closer to you. You tried to move your head to face in his direction, Ominis let out a soft laugh.

"Wrong way. It's okay. You'll learn eventually. It'll take some adjustment. You've spent over two decades relying on your sight. It'll take some unlearning. My guidance. Let's play a game."

He crouched down next to you, his cold, slim fingers coming up to trace your cheekbone. You flinched away, cowering, preparing for the blow. You felt his fingers at your scalp, using a tight grip to yank you towards him.

"What did I tell you about trying to get away? Trying to escape again, wife?"

"No! I-I'm not, I swear." You choked on a sob, "Please, husband, I just - I thought -"

"Thought what?" Ominis' grip angled your head to face him, words forced through gritted teeth.

"You were going to hurt me again." Your voice was a whisper, but it still bounced off the stone walls, echoing down the empty hall.

Ominis only responded with a sigh, "Time for a game. " His hand was on yours, pulling your fist free. He hands you something, cool and solid, as your fingers wrap around the Hilt. "I can't trust you with a wand, unfortunately. But you're aware, by now, of course, your punishment. What are you holding, wife."

Yes, you knew your punishment. "A knife. It's required if I fail the game." Ominis cooed at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You heard him retreating, but it was only seconds before you heard more footsteps around his.

"She looks quite pretty like this." Percival, you heard steps start to make their way towards you. "I'll break your hands if you touch her, brother." Ominis, your husband, ominis, ominis, omnis. Yes, no one can touch you but your sweet husband.

"Thank you, husband. I don't wish to feel any hands but yours." Two laughs, neither your husband. "You've broken her, little brother. Cowering like the bitch she is." Marvolo. Ominis hummed, "Not yet, but I will."

"The rules, wife." You could hear them walking, but you couldn't tell what steps belong to who. "Identify me." You couldn't pin his voice, it floated around the room, caressing your skin before flitting away. "If you get it wrong..." His voice trailed off

"Punishment." Your hands shook, fear had a hold on you so strongly you thought you might vomit. "Punishment." They all echoed and you could hear the barely contained excitement from Percival and Marvolo, even Ominis along with smug satisfaction.

They walked, moving around each other, to the left, to the right, forward, back a few steps. You tried to pick out Ominis, his footsteps have always been quiet, near imperceptible, but in this dank, dark place, all sound is amplified. You followed the softest steps, sure you'd have the correct answer.

They stopped, waiting for your anwser, saying nothing. "Ominis." You pointed, hand shaking, to the right.

"Wrong." Ominis voice came from your left. "Your eyes were trying to trail me the whole time, y/n. Would you like me instead of my uptight brother?" Percival's voice was mocking, but he would never touch you. Joke though he may and he would never admit this but he feared his younger brother.

He had been delighted when Ominis dragged you to Gaunt manor, the whole family had. Seeing Ominis get off his high horse and acknowledge his heritage was a treat for his siblings. After all that he had said to them, about them, for their dark magic, there he stood with his wife bound and gagged.

There he stood asking the assistance of the family he'd tried to denounce. The good Auror Ominis Gaunt and there he stood. But the delight had quickly turned to fear, Ominis was unhinged, violent at all moments. Threatening to do unspeakable things and to throw them in Azkaban if they spoke against him.

If you asked Percival, he'd say those aurors delight in violence even more than the Gaunts.

"Do it." Ominis' voice was cold, no trace of your loving Husband, though by now you'd come to understand that was a facade just as much as your feelings. Ominis didn't love you. He only wanted to possess you. You should have run with Sebastian. Once again, you have no idea where he is. After that night, you crawled back to your husband wracked with guilt.

You thought he deserved better and you were terrible for what you'd just done. You needed to make ammends, your happiness be dammned, you needed to be a good wife to Ominis, you needed to learn to love him. Something about that morning with him made you believe it was possible, until you let the words slip.

You wish you hadn't said them, perhaps he would have kept his secret. Perhaps you would have been able to go back to the way things used to be, the good auror and his good wife. But you said it, and he confessed, and there was no going back.

You were a smart girl, a talented, powerful witch. So you didn't respond to his confession, opting to act like you didn't really hear it and nuzzling into him. Laying in his arms until you were sure your husband slept. You got up quietly, making sure not to wake Ominis. You had dressed quickly, throwing together a small traveling bag.

You weren't sure what you'd do but you'd figure it out. Perhaps with Sebastian. You just needed to get out the door. But it didn't open and you used spell after spell trying to free yourself, to no avail.

Ominis had snuck up behind you, using your hair to yank you back, the tug so hard you dropped to the ground. He'd used your shock to his advantage, climbing on top of you, his hands at your throat. His fingers squeezing as you tried to claw at him. "You didn't really think you could leave me , did you?"

There had been black, you didn't know for how long but when you awoke you weren't in your warm safe home, you were in a place you'd never seen before. Ominis having a steady conversation with a man only a few years older than you. "Welcome to my childhood home, Wife." Gaunt manor.

You had started off in a bedroom, your whole life moved to this strange place. It was comfortable, you were cared for and had anything you could ask for. But you were trapped, under constant surveillance, never to leave the walls of the Manor.

The more you fought, teeth and claws, kisses and witt, it didn't matter. The more you fought, misbehaved, and tried to escape the less luxuries you had, the meaner your husband became. Soon your bedroom became a cellar, shackled to the wall by wrists and ankles. Soon the husband you'd known for eight years became a man you didn't recognize.

You take the knife, heavy in your palm. You take a steadying breath before pressing the blade into the flesh at your thigh. You suck in a breath as the tip digs in, a small bead of blood starting to well up. "How far?"

"Your knee." You didn't wait for further instructions, knowing if it looked like you were delaying the punishment would only increase. You pressed harder, bitting down so hard you thought your teeth might splinter. The knife tore through your skin as easy as butter, drawing a path of scarlet across the top of your thigh. "Good girl."

Your breathing was ragged as you wiped away the tears that had escaped. They were walking again. You had been so certain, you had no hope this round. How many rounds of this game do you have to play?

They stopped, waiting for your anwser, you had none. But before you could be told anything another pair of steps could be heard. A quick light patter of bare feet against stone. "He's here brother. He's here." A giggle, Drusilla.

"You're in luck, wife, your savior is here." You swore you could hear the smile in Ominis' voice. And for the first time in almost three months he was freeing you, restraints falling at your sides.

Ominis walked over extending a hand to pull you onto unsteady legs. But as soon you put weight onto your cut leg you lurched forward, grasping at Ominis to try and steady yourself on your good leg. The pain was too much for you to stand on. "You did a really good, my love." The arousal dripped from his words like honey.

His fingers trailed down your skin, finding the gash. He caressed to wound with gentle fingers, making you gasp. He collected the blood on the tips of his fingers, bringing them up to his waiting lips. "Fuck, you taste so good." He let out a soft groan. You could feel his growing hardness start to press into you.

"We shouldn't keep a guest waiting, brother." Drusilla's voice was giddy. Ominis only hummed in response, hooking an arm around your waist to support your weight.

The walk was grueling, your legs shook with every step and you tripped more times than you could count. You hadn't been anywhere near the stairs since he took your eyesight. You used your toes to try and feel around, but that didn't stop you from stumbling every other step. Ominis chastised you at every stumble, every wobble, and uncertain step.

Telling you how it wasn't that hard and if you didn't stop playing the stumbling fool, he'd make sure you had no feet to walk on. Every comment was joined by his siblings' laughter and comments of their own. How you should be better behaved. How ominis is a kind husband by not having punished you sooner. How he should take your feet, how he should let you kneel and crawl before him. It's your proper place, as his wife, as his property.

You never responded, only tighten your grip on Ominis and tried your best to walk on unsteady legs. Eventually, after what felt like hours, you stopped. You could hear the shuffling, the sniggers from all around you. "Just like you asked, Mr. Gaunt."

"Thank you, Floyd." You could feel the eyes watching you as the silence settled. "Mrs. Gaunt." You could hear the horror in the auror's voice. What you must look like to him. Broken, you suppose you must look broken. You only nod your head in his direction, you couldn't muster up the dignity to speak to him if you tried.

Shuffling and a door shuts. Steps circle the area around you, you hear a groan. "Look, wife."

"I-I can't." Perhaps not the best anwser but better than no response, Ominis has taught you that. He comes closer, his hands resting at your shoulders, clothed torso pressed against your bare back. "I got you a gift, wife. It's on the floor, go ahead and feel."

He was doing this to hulimate you further, you knew from the tone of his voice. You couldn't imagine what would be worse than all you have already endured. But none the less you did as he said, dropping to your knees. The action stretched the gash on your thigh, allowing the blood to flow fresh.

You felt along the floor with the palms of your hands, searching for what, you did not know.

"Y/n." A broken sob, horrified. You know that voice, it haunts you. "S-sebastian?"

You try and feel your way towards him, but his hand shoots out, fingers locking around your sore, chafed wrist. He guided you towards him. You let your hands meet his skin, fingers uncertain in their path up his arm. You reach his shoulder, letting your hand linger for a moment. Afraid to feel his face.

The moment passes, your hands find him. His nose is broken, one of his eyes are swollen shut, fresh blood leaking from just above his brow. "What did they do to you?" Your voice is quiet, unsteady. Are you allowed to speak? Do you sound too concerned? Will Ominis be mad at your concern? Will he punish you? What will he do to Sebastian?

"What did he do to you." He was angry, his words venomous. "What did you do to her, Gaunt." Ominis scoffed, fingers wrapping in your hair to yank you back to your feet. "This woman is my wife, my property, I'm free to do with her whatever I please. And I have, not that it's any concern of yours, fugitive."

"She can't see me."

"She can't see anything you imbecile." Ominis sneered, "Fret not, Sallow, it's only temporary. I would never deprive my wife of seeing me forever."

"Dear sister, have the house elves bring tea and pasties. I wish to entertain my guest by the fire." Drusilla giggled, "Yes, Brother." Your head was pounding, your thoughts clashing around in your head like loose knives. You could barely make out Marvolo and Percival announcing their leave and telling Ominis to teach you and that animal a lesson.

They were gone, Ominis was dragging you by your arm, dragging Sebastian with a spell. All the way to the soft couches in front of the blazing fire place. He made Sebastian sit on one, he sat in the opposite one across, making you stand in the center.

"Come, wife." Another lesson you learned. On your knees once again, you felt your way across the carpet until you felt Ominis' shoes. You let you hand feel around his crisp slacks, adjusting to sit between his legs. Still on the floor, beneath him, not his equal. You don't deserve that, not after you betrayed him.

"Good girl." You felt Ominis' wand press to your temple, heard him whisper the incantation. And for the first time since you'd been moved to the Cellar, you slowly started becoming aware of your surroundings.

Your eyes burned, felt as if he'd stuck a hot poker in them rather than restoring your vision. Your hands shot up, plams digging in, trying to relieve the ache. Ominis fingers dug into your jaw cruelly, jerking you up to face Sebastian.

Sebastian didn't look at you, even through the fading haze and blur, you could see that he was looking at Ominis. "You never could commit." He jerked his head towards you. You looked up to see your husband's reaction, he only tilted his head in confusion.

"If you were gonna go through with this," he motioned at you with a dismissive hand, "you should have gone the whole way. Why carve up everything but her face?" Oh, right. You tried to forget. But just cause you haven't been able to see them doesn't mean they're invisible to everyone else.

"My sweet wife had a momentary loss of her sanity, she seemed to forget who she belonged to." Two house elves came scuttling in, heads bent in submission. They did their jobs quickly and quietly, setting down the trays of tea and still steaming pastries. Scurrying away quicker than they came.

"I had to remind her and anyone who looks at her. She's mine."

Sebastian scoffed, "You're such an insecure twat, you had to carve your name in a person. You do seem to be forgetting that, old friend. She is a person, one you claim to love and you did that to her."

"Were you not the one who had just suggested, I couldn't commit because I didn't carve up her face as well?" Sebastian didn't respond, "I'm sure you agree, Sallow. Her face is just too pretty to mark up."

"Tell me y/n." You were scared, terrified, Ominis had instilled that feeling in you. You felt it at all times, trembled when he called your name. But even those moments didn't compare to now, didn't compare to being in front of Sebastian. Ominis had finally found the one thing that could break you, through and through. The thing that could take your last miniscule bit of hope, of sanity and shatter it into a million irreparable pieces.

"Yes ... husband." You wanted to be the woman you were, the witch that had saved hogwarts at only fifteen years old. You wanted to be her, you needed to be her. For Sebastian if not for you. Merlin only knows what Ominis already had the Aurors do to him. Yes, you needed to be strong.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, husband. I am your wife, Ominis."

"Can you prove it?" If only you'd been a legilimens. You had no idea what he meant, what he wanted. What would you have to do? How would you have to hurt? Hurting yourself, you could manage but not Sebastian, never Sebastian.

"Ask anything of me husband, and I'll deliver." You looked up at him, the world finally settling into place. He smiled down at you, petting the back of your head with a soft touch. The smile that graced his beautiful features, another would call it loving, sweet. But you know the truth, it was venomous, and he is a viper preparing to make the final strike.

"Come here, pretty girl." He pats his lap, certain in his movements. He knows you won't run, knows you won't deny him. He's right, of course. You climb on his lap gingerly, trying not to dirty his suit with the remnants of the cellar that cling to your skin.

You sit, facing him, pretending away Sebastian's presence. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes tracing the curve of his lips. Viper, evil viper bastard. No, no. You're not allowed to think such things. Ominis will punish you. Be good, behave. Behave and he will be kind. He is your kind husband. Your good Auror.

"I've been working on her training, she's come far. I'm so proud of her." Ominis cooed at you, gentle fingers running over your cheek before pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You looked down bashful at the praise, your hand falling to his shoulders, thumbs rubbing over his collar bones.

Loving, that's how it looks, how others would see it. But you know better. You're sure Ominis does as well. Your hands are twitching to wrap around his neck, twitching to wring the life from him. You would, if it were only you and Sebastian. But it's not and you wouldn't get far, you wouldn't make it past this room let alone out this manor.

You don't think they'd kill you, no, you've seen the way his brothers devour you with their eyes. And while Ominis may be evil, may have become your captor, your tormentor, an evil you know is better than one you don't. Ominis protects you from his family and for that at least, you're grateful.

He smiling at you, he's looks at you as if you're a goddess set before him, he's smitten, wholeheartedly devoted to you. False, so gut-wrenchingly false. A devoted man, a devoted husband would never do what he's done to you.

Ominis takes his wand casting a spell towards Sebastian, you look back to see the blade edged wire wrap around him. Sebastian grunts, hands shooting up to stop the wire attempting to wrap around his throat. "Stop!" The word came out on its own, your mouth no longer under your control, "The more you struggle, the deeper it cuts." They were already burrowed into his warm tan skin, fresh blood welling up all over his body like a thousand rose blossoms.

Ominis fingers are on your jaw, pulling you back to face him. "Are you worried about him, Mrs. Gaunt." Dread, cold and heavy, settles on you. "I-I just don't... I-" You couldn't find the right words.

"You don't worry about other men." You nod, "Now you're going prove that you're mine. On your knees. Let's put on a show for out guest." You can't look back, you can't see Sebastian's face as you slide down, as you settle yourself between Ominis' legs. In a just a few months this has become a second nature, these movements have become instinct.

Your fingers are nimble, practiced as you undo your husband's slacks, allowing his already hard cock to spring free of the restricting material. "Don't degrade yourself like this. Why are you trying to please this bastard." Sebastian sounds hurt, you don't know it's for you as a person or if he sees this as another man sullying his property. Does Sebastian see you the same way Ominis does? Is he just another unknown evil? You're better off with the one you already know.

You wrap lips around his cock, tongue curling around the underside of his shaft drawing a groan from Ominis. He leans back, letting himself get lost in the pleasure. His hand softly stroking your head as you bob up and down. His chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Doesn't she look so pretty like this, Sebastian?"

He didn't respond, defiant. Ominis finds defiance unacceptable. You can't accio a person, that's a law of magic but you can accio something on that person. So none the less Sebastian was being dragged forward, forced to his knees beside you with just a flick of Ominis' wand.

You didn't look up at him, you couldn't. Couldn't look him in the eyes as you hollowed your cheeks around your husband's cock. "Tell my wife she looks pretty with my cock in her mouth." Still nothing, Sebastian refused to even look at you, his eyes trained to the ground.

Ominis scoffed, using your hair to pull you free of him. "I allow you the luxury of seeing my wife like this and you have the audacity to not even look at her." Ominis fingers were in Sebastian hair now, yanking his head back, wand trailing the hallow of his throat. "Tell me, Sallow, is she she only worth looking at when it's your cock she takes?"

"I'll not be a tool you use to hulimate and dehumanize her." Ominis struck him, hard enough to knock him back. The wires digging in further as Sebastians hands fly up to block his face. Ominis stands, holding a hand to pull you up with him though he faces Sebastian as he scrambles back to his knees, eyes glazed with unshed tears as he looks at you.

"Seems our guest isn't being sufficiently entertained, my dear." You only look at him, awaiting instructions, it was a statement not an invitation to speak. Ominis let's his fingers trail your spine, allowing goosebumps to blossom across your skin.

"Bend over."

"What.." Your voice is high, shocked.

"Are you mine, y/n?"

"Y-yes, of course."

"Then prove it. Bend over."

You glance at Sebastian, hoping he can see the apology in your eyes. Hoping he knows, deep down you love him but you can't say no. Ominis is your keeper and there's no changing things now.

You do as your told, baring yourself to Ominis, hands braced against the top of the couch. You close your eyes, ashamed. Wishing you were dead, wishing you were anywhere but here, reminding yourself that this is your fault, you should have been a better wife, this would have never happened if you had just loved Ominis in the first place.

"See how well she listens, my sweet wife." He grips your thighs, pulling your legs further apart, just how he likes them. His fingers plunge into you with no warning, making you grit your teeth to keep from crying out. Ominis hums, "My poor wife needs a little assistance, she's not wet enough to take me."

You look back, an apology ready to fall from your lips. But Ominis isn't facing you, he's facing Sebastian. His wand poised to strike, with a slash and a whispered incantation, he does. A deep gash spreading across Sebastians cheek, he doesn't cry out though his body shakes with the evidence of his pain.

Ominis takes a few steps closer, close enough to prod the cut and collect the flowing blood in slightly cupped fingers. "Ominis?" He doesn't respond, he walks back to you. Still bent, he shoves all four fingers into you. His pace is slow, relishing in warmth of your cunt wrapped around his fingers. Wet and dripping Scarlett.

"Please Ominis." You're fighting the nausea climbing up your throat. "Do you hear how she begs for me?" Ominis doesn't stop his ministrations, his fingers curling at gummy spot that makes you spasm and squirm beneath him.

He can feel your body providing the necessary slick, mixing with Sebastian's blood as his fingers slid in and out. He grips your hips with his other hand, holding you in place, he can feel you tensing around him, he knows you're close. Your body is a traitor, uncaring of your minds protests, uncaring that it's your lovers blood coating your insides and dripping down your thighs. Your body only cares about Ominis, his fingers expertly ripping your orgasm free.

It hash and painful, leaving you shaking as you try to keep yourself standing. "Good girl." Ominis voice is gruff, arousal coating his words. He pulls his fingers free, wrapping them around his already leaking cock. He gives himself a few tug, allowing to pink slick coating his fingers to coat his cock. He can't stop the groan that falls from his lips. Feeling your juices on him, feeling your pretty cunt flutter around his fingers, it was almost enough to forget about Sebastian.

He could almost forget why you were all there. He just wanted to fuck you, wanted to bury himself as deep as he could, wanted to sink his teeth into your flesh and let your sweet blood fill his mouth while you tremble beneath him. But he couldn't right now, this, this is a lesson. To you his traitorous cheating wife and to the scum who thinks he can have you.

He lines himself up with you, letting himself sink in slowly, savoring the feeling. His hips moving at a teasing pace. "Your body knows what you want even when you try to deny it."

"I wasn't-"

"Don't lie." He pulls you into him by your hips, fingers digging in with a bruising grip. "Your body, at least, knows it's owner." He no longer holding back, his pace becoming quick, animalistic. He's rutting into you like it's the only thing that exists. The sound of wet skin overlapping the sound of crackling fire.

You cry out, letting your tears fall freely though your husband takes no mind. You try and escape, try and let your mind create a sanctuary, but it doesn't work. Nothing can distract you from Ominis' assault or the feeling of Sebastian staring a hole into your face, he is witness to your shame and that is your final straw.

Your body is not yours to command as it quivers beneath your tormentor. Ominis' thrusts become more erratic, sloppy and harsh as he comes undone, fucking his seed into with a few last thrusts. He pulls out, letting you collapse onto the sofa, you pay no mind as your thighs smear blood and cum into the cushions, as your hole leaks the remaining fluids, soaking into the fabric.

Ominis snatches his wand up, facing Sebastian. "No standing ovation? I think such a magnificent show is deserving." Sebastian sneers at him, "You're just as sick as the rest of your family, you always have been." That might have wounded him once but no longer, Ominis shrugs, "Gaunt blood flows through my veins as it will flow through my childs. It's a fact of life."

"Your child?" Sebastian looks at you, you curl into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest, covering your stomach. "My sweet wife had been taking contraceptives without my knowledge, that's why I'd yet to put a child in her." Ominis tucks himself away, fixing his now stained clothes.

"I was able to remedy that when I brought her to the Manor."

Sebastian let's out a choked sob. "Wife, do you think he's learned his lesson?" Ominis comes to stand by your side, pulling one of your hands to his lips. "Yes, husband." You didn't look at Sebastian, keeping your gaze locked on your entertwined hands.

"I agree. I have no more use for him." Your eyes shoot up to look at your husband, hopefull when you haven't been in so long. Even if you're never to be free of Ominis at least Sebastian will be. "Yes, we should be rid of him. We need never see him again, husband."

Ominis smiled down at you, pleased. "I was thinking much the same, my sweet girl." He leans down, pulling you into a deep kiss. "Would you like to go back home? Back to the way things used to be, before he came back into our lives? We can leave this mess in the past, we can be happy again, my love. Would you like that?"

"More than anything." It was the truth, twisted as it may be you wish you could go back, you really do want to. "As do I." You look at Sebastian, really look at him, wanting to memorize his features one last time. It breaks your heart to see the tears that streak his face, the cuts and bruises marring his skin, the way he trembles. But it would hurt more not to look at him knowing this will be the last time.

You look away, back towards Ominis. You grip his hand tighter, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. "Get him out of my sight. Please husband. Let's no longer let his presence interfere with our lives, our growing family."

Ominis smiles, genuine happiness gracing his features. "I need one last thing and then we can go home, my sweet."

"Anything, Ominis."

He leans in, close enough for his lips to brush your ear as he whispers, "Kill him."

What a fool, you're a stupid fool. You got ahead of yourself. Of course he wasn't going to let him go, you were stupid to think he would. To think it would be that easy, that you could go back and pretend away these last few months. You stand abruptly, taking a hasty step away from Ominis, "No." Your voice is strong, certain.

Ominis looks disappointed but not surprised, "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to do this... Imperio."

A haze sets over you. You feel like you're looking at the world through a foggy lense. Close but too far to touch. You can feel Ominis, his heart beats alongside yours, it beats in your chest. You can feel him, like his soul has become yours, no longer two people but one.

"My sweet." His voice is smooth like silk, sweet like honey. It's intoxicating. "Yes, love?" Your voice is far away. Not coming from you but around you like a fading void.

Ominis hands you his wand. Your skin is set ablaze and left tingling where his fingers brushed yours in the transfer. "Kill Sebastian."

You had forgotten that man was here, you had seemed to forget about anything other than Ominis. You face Sebastian, giving him a quick once over. He looks like a man ready to meet death, perhaps you're doing him a favor. Without a second thought you raise your arm, wand in hand, "Avada Kedavra." The magic surges free, so powerful your arm shakes as the spell rips free, leaving your whole body uncomfortably warm.

All you see is green for a moment but that flash fades. You rub your eyes, trying to ease the irritation from the flash. "Here, husband." You hand Ominis back his wand. Never bothering to look back at Sebastian, never bothering to see your handiwork. It didn't matter, you did what Ominis asked.

Ominis is all that matters, all that will ever matter. You wouldn't let that dead man plague your thoughts unless your husband commands it. You look up at him, watching, waiting for his next command. He smiles down at you, "Let's go home, Wife. Just us, our family. I should probably start building the crib for our little one." You bring one hand to rest at your stomach, smiling down at it. The other reaching for Ominis as you look back up at him. "Lets."

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Could u do a yandere x unfaithful reader

yandere boyfriend !!

(with a cheating reader)

this was really fun to write! hopefully you find it upto your expectations!! let me know if you want anything else, requests are open!

also, the guy i imagine is somewhat him. (he's so cute n precious >.<) but obviously its an oc and there's no compulsion!!

gender neutral!reader. 1.4k words. warnings for yandere behavior, binding the reader, gagging (it's not sexual), obsessive behaviour, stalking, implications of killing someone and manipulation. this is not real love !!!!!!

also additionally, i took inspiration from this prompt list by @/writeformesinpie, it's such a great list tbh !!

let’s say, that you have a boyfriend.

and let’s say that this boyfriend of yours is pretty nice - he isn’t like the golden guy, or oh-so-loved-by-everyone, but he’s nice enough, nobody really has anything bad to say about him and he loves you. he’s a little quiet and takes a while to mingle socially, or sometimes to even talk his feelings out with you but he’s been here for almost 2 years, a remarkable feat for you.

and it’s not that it is your concern how he behaves outside, or how your friends perceive him, but all that peace and quiet and soft love that you’d been looking for, you’d long since got bored of it. who wouldn’t get tired of eating the same dish over and over again?

so who can actually blame you if you did go tell him that you were out with your “friends” one night and instead went out alone to a bar? he never did like to go out so you figured he must be relieved that you aren’t nagging him to come with you today.

well, let’s just say, your boyfriend is really good at hiding.

hiding behind the walls, hiding inside alleys, whenever he’s at a threat of blowing his cover while following you.

it was suspicious to say the least, when you wore the perfume you’d wear when you both first started dating, and dressed in your most expensive clothing item, and never would anybody go see their friends like this ever, not that he’s trying to generalize, but. he just gets a fishy vibe, okoay? and this isn’t the first time he’s followed you, so he trusted that it was just his gut instinct, nothing bad would ever happen.

but he wanted to trace your steps anyway because something today seemed out of place, why hadn’t you taken a turn for your friend’s place, or the one that was straight down the street?

it was soon becoming clear that you intended to go in alone. and the yandere couldn’t stop shaking his head at what a foolish move it was, look at yourself, do you think you should go alone? god, he did not want to think of the things that could have happened to you, if he wasn’t there to protect you.

but, um, the yandere really should have thought about himself too, because as he attempted to blend in the crowd of the club you had gone into, he saw something which made his heart fall to his knees, you with someone else.

and it was not a friend, you were holding his hand, giving him that animated stare that you used to give him, and it was just way too evident, even in the way you smiled, the last straw was when you reached up to kiss him. all around him, people were moving out and about having a good time, or at least trying to, but here he was. his heart still as stone, he felt like the pieces of it would shatter all across the floor if he tried to move.

he couldn’t even do anything, so slowly, he tried to compose himself. thinking of things like, he should’ve let his gut feeling lose today and not have followed you out, and he should just go home now, he was pretty sure that even if you were out with that other person, you would definitely come back home to him.

but he doesn’t even know how to confront you without coming off as completely crazy and risk you leaving entirely.

he doesn’t even realize that it had began raining and he was dripping all over the house as he went home.

but he didn’t lose the consciousness of mopping it away, anything which threatened to take his darling away should not be neglected.

when he lays in bed that night, all sorts of negative thoughts make their home in his mind, and you even text him you'd be sleeping over at your friend's tonight! imagine the pain he's going through.

he had been nothing but nice, caring and loving towards you, maybe a little too lenient? he remembers all of the times he let you go out alone and sometimes he did not even follow you!

he was heartbroken to say the least, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at you, upset, yes. but he could never be mad at you, he simply loved you too much.

all you know is that your hands are tightly bound, and there seems to be a sound coming from the tv, something resembling a 60s cartoon? your boyfriend has always loved those, claiming he can sleep better when they play in the background on the days that you aren’t with him.

when you try to call his name, you realize that you’re gagged as well, and no coherent sounds come out of your mouth, only muffled whimpering.

but what happened? did somebody break in while you were both sleeping? and if that was the case, where was your lover? what if he was badly hurt? the room was dark, but slowly you could spot the light from the television illuminating the sofa, and a pair of hands lying limp on the side.

you try to call his name, but it ends up in a whimper, was he alive? your voice grows louder slowly, and you even try thrashing around, at last, the figure on the sofa stirs a little.

he sits up and runs a hand through his hair and squints.

“oh, you’re up,”

your boyfriend.

he walks up to you and even though you can’t make much of the situation out, you retreat away from him. but there’s not much you can get, so when he crouches down to your level and loosens the gag, all you can do is ask him.

“why?”

he looks right into your eyes, and you know that he knows, there’s no time to think about how when you were so sure of covering your tracks, but only that now he knows.

“it hurts,” you whisper.

he just snickers and gets up.

“‘it hurts’? this hurts me more than it hurts you. and we both know why you’re there,”

“this is absurd though, okay, you know i’m cheating on you so just leave me.. or ask me to leave. this,” you point to the binds, “this is crazy.”

“you still don’t get it, do you?” he turns again, sighing, as if he’s being made to explain something so obvious. “i can’t leave you.” he strokes his thumb on your face, “and you can’t leave me,”

it was puzzling for you because in your mind, one of these days you were going to break up with him, and you were even finding ways to do it.

“and besides,” he walks up and turns on the light, on the wall, the clock shows the time, 3.34 am. "where would you even go? back to that man from the bar?"

you don’t even know how he knows about that but before you can say anything.

the man from the bar is dragged by your “lover” to your line of vision, and he’s beaten up bloody, something even if it sounds offensive, you could never imagine someone like your boyfriend beating that guy up, but apparently, he was even unconscious.

“why!” you try to pull away from the binds, but to no avail, only your scream and with them, hot tears down your eyes.

“i can’t control how i react when your eyes wander,” he shrugs, as if there isn’t a half dead man on his feet.

he hovers above the man, “he’s not dead..yet,”

you sniff and then shout again, “what the fuck do you want?”

“you, only you. and us from my dreams, a reality where you love me.”

“you behave this way and you expect me to love you? fuck no,”

“okay,” he brings up his leg and is about to step on the man’s face. “no, no, no, wait, okay i agree. just let him go,”

“sweet. i want you to love me just like that.”

you nod, tears still not taking their leave from your face.

“i’ll be yours,”

your boyfriend leaves the man before the first light of the day, but strangely despite his promise, we can’t see the man he drops off, breathing.. you were deceived.

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misslavenderlady · 4 months

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Just The Two of Us 💕

David/Marko (smidge of Dwayne/Paul on the side)

Summary: Marko loves David more than anything in the world. Whenever his lover needs him, he's there by his side. Through good times and bad.

I would like to thank @silvermaplealder for commissioning me for this fic! Marko and David are amazing together, and I was honored to do this as my first ever commission! Please reach out to me if you'd like to request something as well!

WARNINGS: Mentions of sadness, jealousy, insecurity and poverty

Vampires were surprisingly social creatures, despite their reputation for being bloodthirsty monsters. They needed the company of other vampires as they faced a life of immortality. To walk the Earth without the companionship of other vampires would cause severe damage to the psyche, leading to a severe depression. Having a coven was the ideal way of life for a vampire, and the Lost Boys were no exception.

Marko in particular was fond of his beloved gang of biker friends. It seemed not too long ago he was on the run in the streets of Italy, constantly juggling between evading the law and finding work so he wouldn't starve. It was a hard life, but it changed for the better when David came into it.

Though his undead heart no longer beat in his chest, Marko still remembered clearly how it thumped faster than the hooves of a running horse when David looked his way. A stunning figure of platinum hair and eyes of icy blue. He certainly stood out against the crowd, and it wasn't just because of his vampiric nature. The moment the two laid eyes on one another, Marko knew he wanted to be by his side forever. How lucky he was to know that "forever" was quite literal for their kind.

He would do absolutely anything for the man he loved. No questions asked.

This night in particular would prove that sentiment.

Marko had woken later than the others for once. He was hanging upside down in the rafters all alone, with the mere whisper of a draft greeting his ears. Curious, he dropped down from the ceiling, gracefully landing on his feet in order to go searching for the others. Every night was an adventure when you were a Lost Boy, and he wanted to see what tonight would bring.

"Helloooooo~!" he called out to the open air as his boots stepped against the floor of the lobby. His voice echoed outward, scattered across the walls with nobody to hear. Not even the sound of music from Paul's boombox could be heard, which was most certainly odd. Curiouser and curiouser.

Determined to find his friends, Marko relied on his other senses for clues. He took a deep breath in, trying to find a possible trace of the signature scents each of the boys had. Dwayne's cologne and Paul's weed were a bit fainter, meaning they had most likely gone out for a head start in causing debauchery for the night. Still, one scent was still fresh and close.

David's cigarettes.

The blond vampire followed a wispy trail of smoke, climbing over their treasures and furniture so he could make his way to an opening in the cave. Sure enough, his hazel eyes caught sight of a familiar figure all dressed in black, leaning against the stone exterior.

"David!" Marko called out, a smile stuck on his handsome face. Though he never went a night without seeing David, he was always ecstatic to see him. "Whatcha doin' out here? You never step out of the cave for a smoke."

Though David was one for clever quips and mischievous words, he didn't seem to be in his usual mood tonight. As Marko got closer, he saw a bit more clearly how deflated David's posture was. His head and shoulders hung low and his hands were loose, barely hanging onto the cigarette, as if he didn't care if it fell into the dirt before he could finish. Goosebumps stood up on Marko’s arms as the fear of something being wrong with his mate.

“David?” he repeated as he stepped a bit closer.

The platinum blond let out a sigh, his whole body slumping more than it had been already. He turned around to meet Marko’s eyes, greeting him with a rather somber expression.

“Evening,” David said to him.

“What’s the matter, love?” Marko asked, reaching out to place his gloved hands on David’s cheeks. The hairs on his face scratched along the leather material.

David leaned into Marko’s touch, already feeling far more relaxed than he had been before.

“You mind if we walk and talk on the beach?” David asked. “I could use some fresh air.”

Marko didn’t have to be asked twice. He would walk to the ends of the Earth if David asked him to. But a slow stroll across the sand would do for now. Marko removed his hands in order to wrap them around David’s arm instead. The two vampires nuzzled close together as they walked together. They had made a fair amount of distance away from the cave before David finally spoke again.

“It’s rather dumb. Something I should even be bummed out about…”

“Try me.”

David truly wasn’t one to deny the requests of his beloved mate. Marko was a feisty little vampire, but was fiercely loyal and full of warmth whenever they were together. It made his undead life a little bit brighter. Like having the embrace of sunshine once again.

“It’s Dwayne and Paul…” he explained. “They’re on a date. But not just any date. Tonight’s the night. Dwayne’s gonna pop the question.”

“Holy shit, really?” Marko exclaimed. His hazel eyes glimmered at such exciting news. “That’s awesome! He’s been planning this for months. We’re gonna have to celebrate when they get back!”

Though the curly haired vampire was bursting with excitement at the idea of his two best friends getting married, he was surprised to find that David didn't share that same level of thrill. His smile was soft and his shoulders still slumped.

“Something tells me you're gonna give me a downside to this.”

“Yeah…” David admitted. As he continued his walk, he turned away from Marko’s gaze. Blue eyes scanning over the smooth waves that kissed the shoreline.

“I've been thinking a lot lately. You and I have been together the longest. We've seen almost an entire century of life. And yet…I feel like I've barely done anything for you.”

Marko was perplexed by such a statement. He tilted his head slightly to the side, a few of his golden ringlets falling off his shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean….well damn, look where we are!” David said, gesturing a gloved hand across the beach. “We've been chased by police night after night, we steal everything we own, and we don't even have a proper home. We all live in a cave like a pack of wild animals.”

A snicker escaped Marko’s lips as he watched his mate grow distressed at such an idea.

“David.”

“Marko, no,” David interrupted him. He stopped in his tracks, grabbing hold of Markos hand as he gazed into his eyes.

“I'm being serious right now. We're poor. I have nothing to give you. Dwayne’s been working hard to provide for Paul and the ring he got, but he shouldn't have to. I'm our leader, goddammit. You guys should have everything you could ever want or need. We should all be living like kings in a castle, not living in a cave.”

A deep ache radiated through Marko’s toned chest. He had never seen David so vulnerable before. Though all of the boys were close enough to be open and honest with one another, there were still secrets and feelings that they weren’t always comfortable sharing. Personal demons that haunted them even as they made the most of their new lives. David in particular guarded his heart the most, so to see him become so distraught was a big surprise.

Marko never wanted to be the cause of a broken heart for David. If his beloved leader was putting unnecessary pressure on himself to give Marko more than he already had, then he would make it his personal responsibility to fix that.

“David, amore,” Marko cooed, squeezing David’s hands in his own. “Why do you feel like what you’ve given us isn’t enough?”

“Because….you’ve given up so much to live this life. I know I act like it’s the easiest decision in the world, but it’s not,” David sighed. “What if you had lived a better life without me? You could have been a famous artist. A singer. Made millions and had a big family. And I took that chance from you. You live in a home made from rocks and dirt with no chance of seeing the sun again.”

David’s hand trembled terribly in Marko’s grasp. The younger vampire could feel the gloved fingers tensing up, as if David was fighting back the physical reaction of his distraught feelings. He certainly didn’t want to show weak, teary eyes as a leader, even if Marko would understand.

Silence hung in the air between the two of them. Nothing but the rolling pattern of the waves greeted their ears. Marko’s head spun with possibilities of what he could possibly say or do to make things right. Let’s run away together. Let’s get married too. Let’s break into a house in the hills and make it our own. Let’s burn Santa Carla to the ground and build our own kingdom on top of its ashes.

Truly, the vicious nature of his vampirism made his ideas more and more chaotic. But Marko realized that wasn’t right for such a moment. Deciding not to think much harder about it, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around David’s body. A hug. Sometimes the simplest gesture was the best.

David stood in silence, letting out a surprised gasp at such an action. Marko didn’t shy away from sensual touches and brotherly play fights, but something sweet, like a hug, wasn’t something he gave often. Of course, David returned the favor by embracing Marko as well.

“Do you remember when we met?” Marko whispered in his lover’s ear. “How I was nothing but skin and bone, living on the streets with none of my family left?”

“I remember how much food I bought you at dinner every night to help you bulk up,” David said, softly smiling as the memory returned to him.

“You saved me. I wanted to be rescued, and you heard my call. You promised to love and care for me for literal eternity, and not a day goes by that I don’t feel happy that you did that. My life was changed for the better, amore.”

The two blonds pulled back on their hug so that Marko could nuzzle his face into the skin of David’s neck. When David began to run his fingers through the curly ends of his hair, he was practically purring in the delight. It only furthered the point he was trying to make about David being good to him.

“My life got so much better too, Marko,” David sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel guilty about not having more for you.”

“I know. But I would be perfectly happy if I spent every day for the rest of my life in that cave. Because while it may not seem like much to you now, you know it’s our home. We’re all together and happy, and that’s what truly makes it our home. I don’t ask for anything else, David.”

If David’s heart could still beat, it truly would be racing. Hearing the man he loved say such meaningful things made him feel like that baby bat of a vampire again. Head over heels and having their dates every night. Their first kiss was on one of the beaches of Italy.

It only made sense for him to give another kiss on this one.

David’s pointer finger and thumb curled under Marko’s chin, tilting it upward. The two vampires melted into one another, tightening their embrace as they kissed passionately under the moonlight. Though David stressed so much over what he couldn’t give Marko and the boys, all he thought about now was how lucky he was to just have them by his side.

Everything was going to be okay. It didn’t matter how much money they all had or where they traveled to. They were a pack. The Lost Boys. All they needed to be happy was each other. None of them would ever take such a thing for granted.

When the two of them pulled away, they rested their foreheads together, sighing in content from the bliss of their embrace. However, it didn’t last long, as a familiar voice shouting from the top of a nearby sand dune called out to them.

“GUYS!! MARKO! DAVID!”

The two vampires glanced over to find their friends out in the distance. Dwayne was standing still and proud, but Paul was bouncing up and down like a playful puppy. He was eagerly waving around his left hand and pointing at it with the other. Even in the darkness, they could see light flickering off of a diamond engagement ring that Dwayne had put on Paul’s finger.

“I SAID YES!! I’M GETTIN’ MARRIED!!” Paul shouted. “GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE SO WE CAN GO OUT AND CELEBRATE!!”

Marko and David chuckled in delight, amused by the reaction their friend got from his engagement. They nodded and waved back to the other two, silently promising to join them in a minute. Paul was off like a shot, grabbing hold of Dwayne’s hand and rushing back down the hill where they had come from.

“See? Looks like everyone got what they wanted after all,” Marko said to him, giving a little wink.

David smiled back at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. A big smile stretched across Marko’s face, unable to hide the joy in his heart at seeing David in a better mood.

“Yes, Marko. Yes we did.”

credit of artwork goes to @silvermaplealder

Tag List: @cryptic-michael @ghoulgeousimmaculate @oceansrose2002 @hypocriticaltypwriter @vampirefilmlover @bloodywickedvamp

#the lost boys #tlb #Lavender Lady Commissions #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys

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awxcoffeexno · 7 months

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medicine

husband!joel x reader

fic masterlist

summary: your mind and his heart are breaking in sync and medicine doesn't seem to be fixing either.

content: angst, angst, angst, what's new tbh, I'm v sorry I didn't mean to torture you, reader's got mental health problems, joel is a contractor, no outbreak (no use of y/n, no outbreak, age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 40s))

warnings: terrible mental health, mentions of self harm, mentions of prescribed drug and sedative use, please don't read this if any of this is going to trigger you, this fic might be short but it's super heavy!!

word count: 1.1k

a/n: the way I sobbed writing this lmaoo im sorry T.T, i'm super sick and wrote this in one morning so forgive any errors pls

the door creaks open with a soft lament, announcing joel's arrival.

he's home, but he's not; a tangible ghost hovering between two worlds—one defined by deadlines, contracts, and relentless stress, the other confined to the four walls of a home that has grown colder with each passing day. his footsteps trace a familiar path down the hallway, each one laden with hesitancy and regret, as if the floorboards themselves are a minefield.

when he finally enters your bedroom, you're on the floor, surrounded by photos torn from their frames. your eyes are vacant, aimlessly scanning the images while your mouth mutters words without meaning. the coherent world has slipped through your fingers like grains of sand, and you're drifting on an endless tide, lost in your own head once again.

his eyes scan the scene, widening with a mixture of despair and recognition. "what is happenin’ here, angel?” his voice cracks, a frayed rope on the verge of snapping. you can't answer him, your own words a garbled mess that even you don't understand.

the pill bottle sits untouched on the nightstand, a mute accusation. he glances from you to the bottle and back, his face the canvas of a losing battle between frustration and fear. “y’need to take your medicine,” he exhales, grasping for some sense of normality.

"i don't... why? no. no!" your resistance manifests in broken sentences, but the message is clear in your wild eyes and trembling hands—you hate those pills, hate the haze they cast over your mind and the way they strip you of whatever agency you have left.

"please," he implores, his voice tinged with desperation. he takes a step toward you, but you recoil, pushing yourself further into the corner of the room. the boundaries of his world are closing in, contracting with each day that passes. “y’have to take it,” he repeats even as it kills him, “you ain’t safe like this, sweetheart.”

not safe because he’s seen the frantic mess you turn into. the way you try to find all the knives he’s hidden away in the depths of the attic. the way you pull your hair out in handfuls - the hair he so dotingly does up in braids or in little bows every morning.

a choked sob escapes your lips, a wounded sound that cuts through the tension like a knife. "don't...no, can't...please..."

his eyes dart to the windows, then to the walls that separate your home from your neighbors. "shhh, angel, we can't disturb the people next door, come on now," he says, but his attempt to mask his panic with practicality is failing. the strain is showing in the tight line of his jaw and the pinched corners of his eyes.

he reaches for the pill bottle with shaking hands, the weight of each second like a stone sinking in water. he pours a pill into his palm and moves toward you. you lash out, disoriented, your hand making contact with the bottle, sending it flying across the room. pills scatter on the carpet like lost stars.

for a moment, joel just stands there, staring at the mess as if it's a physical manifestation of your lives—chaotic, broken, irretrievable. then, grabbing the box with syringes from your shelf, he rushes toward you, grabs your flailing arms, and restrains you with an iron grip that's part desperation, part surrender. he holds you tight, as if by sheer force he can meld the fractured pieces of your existence back together.

it hurts you and he knows his grip isn’t gentle. it's ugly. it's painful. but it's the only way he knows to keep you from falling off the edge, the only way he can tether you to a reality that's slipping further and further away. his arms tremble around you, and his breath comes out in ragged gasps that mirror your own disordered breathing.

"i love you. god, i love you so much," he chokes out in apology, the words barely audible over the sound of both your shallow breaths. you can't reply, your own voice lost in the labyrinth of your fragmented mind, but you cling to him as if he's the last solid thing in a world made of quicksand.

finally, your resistance wanes, drained by the struggle, by the sedative he manages to get into your arm after what felt like an eternity of fighting. your body goes limp in his arms, and he gently, carefully, lays you down on the bed. his hands hover over you for a moment, as if he's afraid to let go, afraid that if he does, you'll slip through his fingers for good.

only when he's sure you're asleep does he allow himself to break. he sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, and cries. silent, gut-wrenching sobs that he's held back for too long. he weeps for you, for him, for the love that's become a war zone, a place of unending battles with no victories in sight.

his shoulders shake as he cries, looking at the scratches your nails have left on his arms through his tears. he thinks of the hours he's spent away from you, lost in a job that demands more than he has left to give. each contract signed, each project completed, feels like another step away from you.

he thinks of tomorrow, and the day after, each stretching out in front of him like an endless road leading nowhere good. what if it happens again? what if he comes home to find you worse? if? when. when it happens he has no idea what he’ll do.

the hardest thought, the one that hurts the most, is the future he can no longer picture, the one where you fade away completely, lost in a mind that's become a maze with no way out. he can almost see himself, years from now, sitting beside a bed where you lay but are not really there, your eyes vacant, your hands still. the thought is too much and it breaks his heart.

he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, stands up, and looks at you one more time. you're peaceful now, your face relaxed. for a brief moment, he allows himself the illusion that everything is okay, that you're simply asleep, and that you'll wake up tomorrow as the person he fell in love with.

but deep down, he knows the truth. love, as strong and as deep as it is, can't fix this. he can’t fix this. and as he leaves the room, switching off the light and plunging the world into darkness, that thought is the heaviest burden of all.

tysm for reading. also a big thank you for all the love on my other fics, makes writing all the more fun

love, d 🖤

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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What are you doing here!?

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

I held my dress as I slowly approached the tall stone walls, with high metal gates. The flames of lanterns flickered on the gates, I heard the few soldiers who were on guard tonight as they paced about on their guard. I snuck myself over and spotted the tree close to the wall, so I climbed it and got myself over the wall. Gave myself a graceful adjustment as I landed, I heard into the house being careful not to be spotted. I know Captain Gaines was away on business, and he'd left only his wife Peggy here with a couple of guards to protect her. This was to be a walk in the park.

I headed into the house, and I made sure not to be spotted by the five guards,

As I headed through, I looked around the place to try and find the payload,

Hummm... Now? if I was a military payload? where would I be hiding?

I made sure my steps were silent and my dress left no trace of me as I headed deeper into the house,

Ahh ha!

My personal favourite, Durack Jensen.

And such a lovely green shade, I headed over and took out my little tool from my pocket having a sweet listen as I spun the lock,

Little left.

Little right.

and... Boom.

The safe then unlocked but it was empty

"Damn it" I sighed,

"This way." A voice whispered, and I heard people coming so I safe spot behind some curtains and hid myself away,

I heard people come in and chatter quietly,

"Durack Jensen."

"Bloody Durack Jensen. Neither of us do safe did you not think to check that!"

"I can't plan everything"

"It's empty."

"I noted that."

"Someone hit it before us."

I tried to use this as my chance to scamper but the sounds of more feet came, and these figures went to hide, I could barely see but I saw one hide close to the bookcase, he seemed to look at me and I noticed my shoes poked out so I quickly hid them as a soldier came in,

luckily he was already bad and bolted due to some sickness,

"Fagin?"

"What?"

"So you're not-"

"It's just shadows, Jack, pilfer's best friend."

One began to leave but the other came close to me,

Ohh no I've been spotted!

I tried to run but he grabbed me and immediately both of us were shocked. As I was suddenly faced With Jack Dawkins, he saw me and looked as alarmed as I was to see him.

"Y/N!" He said quietly but still shocked,

"Jack!" I whisper yelled,

"What are you doing here!?"

"Never mind me what are you doing here!?"

"I asked you first."

"And a gentleman answers a lady first."

"Will you two stop havin' a domestic so we can figure out where this damn payload's gone." Fagin sighed already annoyed with us,

"You don't have it?" I asked,

"No, you don't have it?"

"No."

Suddenly we heard someone else coming,

"Scarper," Jack said and of course, the three of us bolted around the room in various directions, I tried to get back to my curtain hiding place but Fagin stole that, and there certainly wasn't room for both of us and I sure as hell wasn't gonna try and squeeze to share with him, Jack tried the other door but it was locked, I tried the window but locked, "The screen?" he offered as we heard footsteps getting closer running out of time to find a place,

"No, she'll see you."

"The bed." He said grabbing my hand and tugging me under the bed with him, given the space we had no choice but to lay down together inches from each other to make sure we weren't spotted,

As Peggy came into the room, unfortunately, she was not alone. She had Darius with her.

The two make out heavily and lustfully remove each other's clothes, the two moaning.

"Ohh god" I whispered,

"Shit-" he whispered,

as we had no way out of this, without them noticing us.

"Come here my wild mare!" He yelled throwing her on the bed and then himself, the mattress above us moving inches from our faces, as they screamed and made passionate, at times aggressive love.

"You had to pick the worst spot didn't you," I whispered luckily their screams covered our conversation,

"It's not my fault."

"Ohh yes hide under the bed that's a bloody good idea, Jack."

"Well how the hell support know"

"ah yes hide under the bed like she wasn't gonna come to bed and then we'd be fucked anyway."

"I didn't hear you shouting a better idea darling"

"Oh, so it's my fault." I sighed, "My own stupid fault I don't know why I listened to you, why should I trust the man who came to rob a payload with no clue how to crack the damn safe."

"I didn't know it was in a safe"

"Ohh so a military payload is just gonna be sat on the damn countertop?"

"I don't know do I."

"did you plan at all?"

"Of course, there wasn't a plan Fagin came up with it."

"Ohh that's a surprise, I don't know why you listen to him"

"...Honestly neither do I" he sighed, "I should have just come done it with you,"

"yes, you should." I rolled my eyes, "It's fine Jack, you wanna do this stuff with Fagin I get it."

"No... I do wanna do it with you, you know what he gets like. he's a bloody pigeon who sees something shiny and goes at it."

"Umm reminds me of someone else."

"Hey!" He complained,

"I didn't mean you," I said glancing at the two on the bed,

"Ahh yeah fair enough." He sighed, "At least you know how to crack a safe, You really don't have the payload?"

"No, the safe was locked when I came in, I cracked it but it was empty."

"You cracked a Bloody Durack Jensen in less than ten minutes?"

"yeah? like it's hard."

"That's why I need you. you're actually useful."

"so you didn't take it?"

"No, we got here after you."

"Then who did?"

"I don't know... no one here before you?"

"I didn't see anyone,"

"How'd you get in?"

"Up the tree over the wall, How'd you get in?"

"Fagin Drugged the guards we went in the gate."

"Now if we were drugging guard I'd have liked to have known, I climbed that dirty tree for nothing."

"Sorry, I had no idea you were trying this."

"I didn't know you where."

"Sorry... I should keep you in the loop more with this stuff, I keep forgetting what an asset you are."

"Thank you, I'm sorry too I should have said I was, maybe next time I'll tag along instead of Fagin you can be a pretty good asset too Jack."

"You're sweet." He smiled taking my hand and kissing it given we had little space to do much else as the bed above us continued to bounce and they both screamed, "They gonna be at this all night aren't they."

"I get the feeling to yes."

"Extraordinary." He sighed,

Finally! After god knows how long they finally gave in for the night just before the rooster crowed. Which actually woke us up, as Jack and I had fallen asleep nuzzled with each other or as much as we could be under a bed, my head basically on this shoulder and his arm around me. Luckily Fagin had an actual use and told us it was clear they were asleep, so we snuck ourselves out, having no time to search for the missing payload we all simply scampered heading out the way Fagin and Jack and coming in, through the unlocked gate In the gentle early sun,

"I need some damn sleep," Fagin complained, "I didn't have the luxury of having a kip under the bloody marriage bed like you two!"

"Back to the hospital for you then?" I asked,

"I should, But I am... fucked."

"I think Peggy was fucked, Jack."

"true. But I'm out of it, I need a proper bed for a while."

"Alright," I rolled my eyes,

"What?"

"I can take a hint." I laughed holding his arm, he smiled and happily held my arm back,

"You go on, I'll see you later." He told Fagin,

"Ohh I see nothing like being laid under someone else's courtial business to get you two in the mood is it?"

We ignored him and I took Jack home with me, making him a cup of tea from the kitchen and letting him have a lay on the sofa in my living room,

"Ohh you're an angel." He cooed, as he happily took the tea,

"So? You plan on telling me why you and Fagin were breaking into the barracks for the military payload?"

"Only if you tell me why you were?"

"why else Jack? Money talks I need lots of it. A lady need's to pay her way in the world, if I wanna stay out some old cunts bedchamber,"

"Fair enough," He nodded, "Aren't you comfortable though?" he asked as he looked around house,

"Could always be more comfortable."

"True."

"Why were you there?"

"Fagin heard about it and thought it would be a good score."

"That all?"

"No."

"So why else?"

"...I need Twenty-six pounds, by Wednesday."

"Particular reason why? You just fancy it?"

"... I lost a bet."

"Ohh here we go," I Rolled my eyes a little, "To?"

"Darius."

"From?"

"Cards."

"He'll cut your hand off."

"Strangely enough Yeah I know."

"You need your hands to do your work."

"yeah, I do!"

"one-handed surgeon ain't much good to nobody."

"Yes! I know!" he said, "sorry..."

"It's fine, I'm used to you," I smiled and pinched his cheek a little, but he pushed me off. "You know he's not bluffing, I'll have your hand and He won't be quick about it."

"I know."

"How do you keep getting yourself into these situations?"

"I'm good at cards, and I need to have some kinda money around, I get paid in buttons and thimbled Y/n. Besides I'm risk drunk and have been my whole life, The issue is when he's a dirty rotten cheat."

"You know he cheats, and yet still you play with him."

"He's the only one around here with the kinda money I like playing with,"

"When do you need it by?"

"Wednesday.

"Two days?"

"Yes."

"And you have?"

"Two pounds, eight shillings and fourpence."

I rolled my eyes, "Alright."

"What?"

"Fine." I sighed, I got up from my chair and went across the room to my bookshelf searching the spines till I found my poetry book "Ahh here we are." I smiled coming back and sitting on the sofa with him, he quickly sat up moving his legs to make space for me. "Just what we need."

"A poetry book?"

"Yes" I smiled sitting it on my table,

"Is the uhhh... poetry book going to help?"

"You don't want my help?"

"No no, I want help..." He said, "I just uhh don't quite know how a poem is going to help?"

I rolled my eyes and opened the book flicking the pages to reveal where I had hollowed the pages and hidden a lock box,

"Oh... see that's the kinda book I like." He said,

I took the key from around my neck and unlocked my little box revealing the various things I wanted to hide,

"Holy! What is this stuff?" he asked picking up a necklace

"My treasured things," I smiled taking it from him, "Twenty-six you said?"

"Yeah,"

"Jolly good," I smiled getting my little Russian resting doll unscrewing her head and taking the money roll packed tightly out of it

"OHhh my god- So that's what you do with your 'earnings'"

"Yep but this is between you and me, I see this book has moved an inch I will personally cut your hand off." I warned, I removed the twine and began to count making sure none struck together "Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five and Twenty-six." I counted plus an extra few pounds I took out, returning the rest to the doll, and locking up my little box, shutting the book up tight. "Twenty-six pounds." I smiled handing it over,

"You're quite serious?"

"Yeah,"

He smiled widely and gave my lips a soft kiss before he took it, "You have just saved my hand you know that?"

"Well you need it," I laughed taking my book back to the shelf, "Besides, I get an awful lot of use out of you're hand" I winked,

"I suppose you do," He chuckled, putting the money away in his pocket. "Thank you y/n. Really."

"You're welcome Jack, just take note please I can't keep doing this every time you dig yourself a hole you can't get out of." I told him sitting beside him,

"I think I've got a few more chances."

"No, you don't"

"ohh come on you've got hundred's in there."

"yes, and it's mine you cheeky sod," I argued,

"What are you saving it for? Why not live large and spend it while you have it?"

"Because that's your mindset, Jack. Mine is to save and scrimper."

"Like a squirrel"

"Joke all you like this squirrel just saved your hand."

"You did, but really what are you saving up for?"

"Life is expensive Jack."

"I know," he sighed,

"But someday, I want a nice big house, with a pretty garden, and a pantry that never empties, rooms filled with sweet things, and one filled with toys, and little ones to play."

"That really all you want? you could buy a ship and make a whole life as a lady somewhere."

"No, Just a little house, with food, and toys and flowers to grow."

"It does sound sweet," He smiled,

"Here." I simply took the spare few pounds I took out, "I know you don't make money at the hospital so, I like taking care of you."

"You don't have to,"

"I want to, god knows you need a new shirt at least"

"Thank you Y/n" he smiled taking it,

"You're welcome, Jack."

"Do you think... in this little house of yours, could there... ever be room for me?"

I smiled, "I'm sure I could... find some space for you Jack." I smiled laying on his chest, he happily held me close and laid back on the sofa stroking my hair, "Perhaps in the attic room."

"Hey!"

"What?"

"I'm not going in the attic."

"Well, where else would you fit?"

"I thought I'd just... make a go of it, in your bed?"

"My bed already has me in it."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll fit in with you. we just managed to sleep under a bed together I think we can fit in a bed together."

"Well.... I suppose so."

"Good," he smiled kissing my head, "Who else wee you planning on having in your bed?"

"no just me."

"Then who was gonna father the little ones?"

"I don't know, doorstep?"

"I could do it... if you wanted me too?"

"I'd like that," I smiled giving him a kiss, "Come on let's get some rest."

"Yeah, let's get some sleep night y/n."

"Night jack."

#tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs smut #thomas sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #the artful dodger #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #artful dodger

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 months

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Can I request Redson, Mk, Sun Wukong and Mei with a Raiden Ei reader/ s/o? (I can only imagine how they would react to reader pull the sword out of her chest 😭)

Thank you very much if you have time for my request!

Redson, Mk, Sun Wukong, and Mei with a Raiden Ei!reader (separately)

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He’s seen a lot since the day he found the staff and it would be reasonable for him to think he’s seen every weird thing. But one day when he was out on a date with you, another villain of the week attacked right beside you both and you saw a large piece of debris coming towards you. You pulled out your sword from your chest and cleanly sliced the large piece of stone in half.

Meanwhile, MK has thousands of thoughts buzzing around, many of them wondering how he didn’t find out about this sooner. How are you able to do this without cutting your chest? Were you scared to show him your sword chest thing? Why don’t you use it more often? Why did you hide the cool boob sword from him?!

Be prepared for an abundance of questions being yelled at you as he’s fighting off the demon. He’ll deal with priorities later and get lectured about it by Wukong, Macaque, Pigsy, Sandy, Tang, Red Son, Mei, etc (pretty much everyone who cares about his wellbeing)

He will be asking to see it again whenever you’re okay with it and every time it’s like he’s seeing it for the first time. There are stars in his eyes as he admires the skill you have of not hurting yourself but also how gorgeous your blade is. This man is trying his best to hold back the wave of questions due to his confusion on how you actually do it since not one bit of it makes sense to him.

Mei

Genuinely loves it and tries to replicate it or somehow make it known how amazing and impressive she finds your ability.

She is genuinely more in love with you and wants to see you perform to your ability as much as you allow. Endlessly complimenting you about your skills and grace whilst also looking badass.

Despite accidentally injuring herself many times Mei continues to try and replicate it because of how much she wants to be able to do it with you. You and the others will have to stop her from injuring herself too much. Whenever a battle is going on you and her will match your styles, you summoning your glowing violet sword with your girlfriend in tow and mimicking you.

She will constantly ask to see your sword up close and admire the beautiful style of the metal, tracing the intricate designs carved into the hilt and end of the blade. Mei of course loves anything shiny so you might have to steal your sword back because she isn’t going to give it back easily.

Sun Wukong

He probably has the opposite reaction compared to the rest since he’s centuries old and he’s seen a lot of strange things. However, all of that goes out the window when a piece of debris nearly hits you causing you to take out your sword in front of the group and effectively slashing the debris into rubble behind you. You see a look of shock and a failed attempt to push down his excitement now that he knows you’ve unintentionally hidden this amazing and pretty attractive ability of yours.

He’s not going to ask that many questions and plead for you to do it again and again so he can fully see how it works and functions. Of course, the obvious next step is for you both to spar until both of you are exhausted or it comes to a draw and then he’s going to admire your sword while you both rest. The shiny glowy object is very pretty to look at even to you.

When you both are cuddling or relaxing he’ll sometimes ask to “play” with your sword and trace the details or carving in the high-quality steel, being careful it doesn’t cut him because he’d rather not get up from the warm cuddle pile you both have and not so subtly replaying the memory of how you summoned your sword in the first place.

This does mean that you’re going to join MK in training sometimes and momentarily distract Wukong because you are his lover but also he’s still drawn into your swordsmanship skills which causes either of you to get a hit in. He pouts angrily pouts at you while telling MK that he just got lucky and he let it happen to teach him another lesson but neither of you buy a word of that lie.

Redson

Despite everyone else’s reactions, he’s very confused about how this works or even how you don’t get cut every time you do it, and thinking about it makes him go into a spiral of curiosity.

Like MK be prepared for many questions about your ability and the permission for him to examine your sword for a couple of hours, you aren’t banished from his workshop but he’s going to hyperfixed the sword and its ability. So you may not get much attention unless it’s to get him to eat and drink or necessary things because he must find out.

Red Son does find it attractive and is very impressed with your skill as you wield the blade when you’re training or just fighting in general. He is a gentleman so he’s wary of staring at your chest for too long so you can definitely see a light blush on his cheeks if you look at him at just the right time.

Don’t get me wrong he is very impressed with your ability but also wonders if he could somehow improve your ability if you request it. If not then he’s still curious but he does eventually stop given this is a world where magic and demonic bullshit exist and sometimes stuff just doesn’t make sense.

#lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #red son monkie kid #red son x reader #lmk mk x reader #mk x reader #mei x reader

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ladyloveandjustice · 1 month

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After watching Episode 13 of the anime, I begun to wish we'd seen Marcille waking up and her reaction to the decision to go back to the surface. So I wrote it.

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Empty Arms

Marcille could feel Falin's warmth against her, her flushed skin, her heartbeat, her whispery breath tickling Marcille's face. She ran her fingers through Falin's fluffy hair, soft as downy feathers. She could always feel Falin's magic when she did that, mysterious and as infinite as the sky. She already smelled like Falin again, the sharp scent of new soil and fresh fruit. There was no trace of the bubblng blood and dragon viscera Marcille had dragged onto her bones. Falin was whole, Falin was safe. Marcille sank into sleep, feeling complete at last.

And then she woke up to find there was nothing but cold air. Her arms were empty. She looked frantically for Falin, but all she could see was him, his terrible violet eyes. Mine, he said.

Marcille's eyes snapped open. She tasted the rancid medicine in her mouth, and she saw Laios sitting solemnly by her side, and she knew it hadn't been a dream. It was all real. She coughed out some gunk, and tried to sit up. The edges of her vision blurred and the world tilted. Ah, right. No mana.

"Hey," Laios held her shoulders to steady her. "Are you okay?"

Of course she wasn't okay, but she nodded curtly.

"We're going back to the surface, so you'll be able to recharge your mana soon."

That was the last thing she'd expected him to say. "What? No. we're not. We have to go after Falin right now."

"In your condition?"

"We'll find another spirit to eat. I'll be fine." Marcille forced herself up on shaky legs, shrugging off Laios' hands. Senshi and Chilchuck were here too, watching her warily.

"Marcile, no. I wanted to as well, I get it, but Chilchuck convinced me, We need to get supplies, we need to tell people that's going on and get help, that's the only way we'll have a chance of saving Falin."

"Chilchuck," Marcille snorted. Of course Mr. Paid Up Front wanted them to run and leave Falin behind

"What was that?" Chilchuck snapped.

Marcille ignored him."We can't go back. It'll be too late. What he was doing to her, it was magic I'd never seen before, I won't waste another second, you don't know what he's capable of, but I felt it, I felt his magic, I felt his hold on her!" She was babbling, she knew, but she didn't care. She took a shaky step forward, the world spinning. "If you won't go, I'll go by myself."

"Marcille!" Laios' eyes widened in shock. He was used to her following his lead in the end, trusting his call. Even with resurrecting Falin, she'd included him, asked him if it was okay. But that was because she'd known he'd say yes. She'd known that just like her, he'd do anything for Falin, break any law, take any risk. At least that's what she'd thought. If he'd said no back then, she would have done it anyway, and since he was saying no now, she'd do what she had to.

Marcille fell to her knees, legs too weak to continue on. Propping herself up on her elbows, she began to crawled toward the door, dirty stone staining her sleeves.

"See! I told you! I told you!" Chilchuck said to Senshi, but the dwarf was watching her with sorrowful eyes. "Lass, you're only hurting yourself."

Laios crouched down and grabbed Marcille's arm. "We will save Falin, but we can't do that if we die. We need to take care of each other too. You didn't see it, but Chilchuck was crying, Marcille! He was crying and begging us not to die!"

Chilchuck swore at Laios in his own language. "Listen, you--"

"He was not," Marcille muttered. Chilchuck had probably never cried in his life.

"I was not!" Chilchuck agreed. "That doesn't count as crying!"

"He was! He bared his soul because he cares abut us!" Laios continued doggedly.

"He cares about you and Senshi, maybe. I'm just a dark elf who does evil magic and causes trouble," Marcille snapped.

"For the love of-- are trying to make me apologize to you by pretending to go insane again?" Chilchuck pointed at her accusingly. "Well, it's not working this time!"

Marcille shook her head and jerked her arm out of Laios's grip. She inched forward again.

"He said he's taking care of three people, so that obviously includes you! Chilchuck, she really doesn't believe it. You need to cry for her too. Dig up those emotions again." Laios was waving his arms around frantically.

"No way!"

"Then at least tell her you care about her and don't want her to die!"

Marcille was at the door. She reached for the handle and pulled herself up with a groan.

"Ugh, fine! Marcille, I care about you and don't want you to die!"

The sincere distress in his voice stopped her. She'd never heard him talk like that before. She hesitated, her lip trembling. "None of you understand. It was my fault. I should have known something was wrong. Her magic felt different, like there was heat to it, like it was reaching out in all directions..."

Marcille remembered Falin holding her hand in the bath, the strange, brief surge of excitement that raced through her , and then feeling her magic so intense, so wrong, so overwhelming...but she'd just ignored it.

Her fingers slipped off the doorknob and she fell. Laios grabbed her. Even Chilchuck and Senshi rushed forward. "It wasn't your fault. We were all there, and we all couldn't stop it. From what I hear, you're the only reason we even survived to fight another day." Laios said. Chilchuck and Senshi nodded.

Tears bubbled out of her eyes. "I held her. She was right there and I held her. She was finally with us again! It's not fair."

"I know," Laios said, leading her back to her mat. "And we're going to find her and hold her again. I'm never letting go. And I know you won't either."

"We're here to help ya, whatever comes," Senshi said.

Marcille curled in her mat, tears nearly blinding her "Okay, okay."

A few seconds passed and then..."That was pretty dramatic."

The orc woman, who seemed to have been waiting at the window, came through the door. Marcille covered her mouth defensively.

The orc sneered at her. "You look so pathetic." But her expression softened. "Your loyalty is surprising, though. I've never seen an elf care so much about anyone besides themself, much less someone of another race. Didn't think it was possible. You should listen to your friends, you're too weak to do much right now."

She turned to Laios. "You'll be leaving soon then?"

"Yes, thanks for everything."

Since Marcille couldn't walk, Laios had to carry her piggyback. Completely humiliating, especially in front of the orcs, as they said their goodbyes. A few.chuckled at her, but the leader simply looked at her and said, "I hope you find your wife, long-ears."

"My-my what?" Marcille sputtered,

"Mate? Lover? I don't know what terms you elves use. Hope you find her."

"I--!"

"Let's go!" Chilchuck groaned.

She did not want to interrogate the rush of joy she felt at the orc calling Falin her lover. All that mattered was that she get better, and bring Falin back.She tightened her fingers against Laios' shoulders. She would do that as many times as it took. No matter who she had defeat or what taboo she had to destroy.

But...she thought, as Laios steadily carried her, as Senshi and Chilchuck walked beside them...at least she wouldn't have to do it alone.

#marcille donato #marcille #falin touden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #farcille #laios touden #chilchuck #senshi dunmeshi #senshi dm #fanfic #my fanfic

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