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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 5 days

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #4

PAIRING: Kim Mingyu x f! Reader

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Possessive!Mingyu, Cum eating, use of handcuffs, dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex, subspace, daddy kink.

WORDCOUNT: 1.1k

A/N: I would like to apologize for not posting the whole week y'all, but I hope this is good! (Although I'm quite insecure about this)

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Mingyu's hand had a possessive grip over your waist, his other wrapped around the back of your neck pulling your lips into his. His lips moved furiously against yours. You wince in pain when his teeth nibble down on your lower lip. Your wrists are soon confined in between his thick fingers.

He pushes you against your wall, mumbling ‘mine’ after every kiss he meets your lips with. His tongue intertwines with yours, desperate to taste every inch of you. Your nostrils flare slightly from short of breath while your pants interrupt your make-out session.

Mingyu finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your parted lips. His hand which gripped on your wrists – now came down to squeeze your ass rather aggressively. Before retrieving to come down harshly on your clothes butt. “Did you perhaps forget who you belong to, princess?”

A reply barely reaches your brain when you are thrown over his muscular shoulders. His smuscles constricted under your skin – arousal pooled in between your thighs from the movement.

Placing you down on the bed, Mingyu was fast in pushing your body down with his – while his lips worked their way from your jawline to the sweet spot on the flesh of your neck. His tongue glided over the mark his teeth bit, eliciting pleasure like current through your body. The pleasure coaxed your mind into turning hazy as your eyes closed due to the blissful feeling.

But you're immediately pulled out of your maze by Mingyu tugging your head back, a loan gets caught in your throat. “Aren't you enjoying this a little too much? We should take care of it shouldn't we?”

No sooner did his sentence come to an end than a clank was heard. You feel the metallic confining feeling around your hands – your mind barely comprehends the said action. His hands come down from your wrists to your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly causing your lips to pucker.

A sudden jolt of pain ripples from your pussy – making you realise his thick fingers slapped down on your clit roughly. “Who do you belong to? Who does this pussy belong to?” His tone was authoritative, coaxing you into obeying. “Yours” Another slap comes down on your pussy, “Gonna make sure you remember that well.” His tone turned more dominating, his middle finger sneaking in between your folds. He rubs circles on your flesh, causing slick to leak out.

You chant his name loudly when the pads of his fingers rub your clit at a faster pace, your hands thrashing to grasp onto his biceps, like you usually did, but only for a whine to fall off your lips due to the failed attempt. Mingyu’s lips stretch into a menacing grin, as his other hand comes down to slap your pussy yet again.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, and the overwhelming pleasure had you cumming on to his fingers in no time. Your back arches from the pleasure circulating through your nerves, but the sight of Mingyu pulling his fingers away from your pussy to lick off your cum coating his fingers with his eyes intently staring into your eyes – swiftly has your juices pooling again.

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to notice the way your hole needily fluttered around nothing – drawing a mocking chuckle from him. His index and middle finger didn’t resist the urge to bury themselves in between your walls again. “Daddy-” a choked sob from your own throat stopped your sentence when his fingers started moving relentlessly in you. Mingyu hums, as if asking you to complete your sentence when he obviously had you falling apart around his thick fingers.

“What is it, love?” If you were in your right conscience – meaning if you weren’t about to squirt all over your boyfriend’s fingers – you would’ve slapped his shoulder for the feign curiosity in his tone. But the nickname rather pushed you down to your headspace. Tiny tears prick at the corner of your eyes when his fingers pumped faster in you, bringing you to your second orgasm faster than you could process the first one.

A drawl of his name followed by a loud whine was enough for Mingyu to uncuff your hands without a thought. He brings your almost bruised wrists to his plumpy lips. Pressing light feathery kisses before, he pulls away.

You had been floating in your pleasurable bliss to notice Mingyu had gotten rid of his pants and boxers until the feeling of the tip of his cock prodding against your entrance brought you out of your trance. “Let’s see how many rounds you can go before you turn into a whiny mess again.”

His husky voice, his large hands caressing your sore muscles and his veiny cock rubbing against your wet folds already had you turning into a whiny mess.

Mingyu barely gave you a warning before he slammed into you with a push, making your throat go dry and a breathy gasp to replace your whiny whimpers. Beads of tears swarmed in your eyes – you barely had a thought swimming in your head as his relentless thrusts turned you into nothing but a babbling mess.

His long fingers intertwined with your hair, pulling you up to smash his lips into yours. His movements were fast and rough but also possessive. His hips collided against yours to fill the room with skin-slapping noises.

Pulling away, Mingyu dragged his tongue across your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears. “Fuck- your tears make me want to fuck you harder till all you can do is shed those pretty tears for me.” His words had your back arching as your walls clamped around him – cumming around his cock.

Mingyu groaned at the feeling of having his dick coated with your hot cum, his movements turning impossibly faster, forming a white ring around the base of his dick. But within a few minutes, he came inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

Pulling out, a long stripe of white cum connected his dick to yours while the sight of cum leaking out of you had him cursing out.

Your head was back on the pillow, loud pants from both of you resonated throughout the room. He leaned down to peck your lips ever so softly, while his length slowly slid back inside you.

Your eyes widened from his action but Mingyu only drowned out any protest with a long kiss. Pulling away from your lips, a smug grin was painted on his face. “We’re not done till my dick is imprinted on your walls that you feel it for weeks.”

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thexianzhoujade · 2 months

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「 just breathe | kai's 2024 birthday special! 」 jing yuan & blade x gn!reader | hurt/comfort, nightmares | birthday fanfiction. ↳ additional tags. reader with ptsd (yet again, self indulgent for my bday!) but you can read it as reader with just nightmares in general!! ooc jing yuan & blade, kinda soppy/fluff with angsty themes. ↳ happy birthday to me part one! this is the honkai edition, there's a genshin special scheduled for later today!

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you could never forget the silk sheets that line your shared bed with JING YUAN, an aspect of the luxuries that the xianzhou alliance bathe themselves quite fondly over the years of their long-life species' existence. you would tease jing yuan that perhaps it was the xianzhou natives' way of comforting themselves after what happened regarding their ancestors but the more you considered it, the more highly likely it felt to be true.

every night you'd fall asleep in these sheets without fail, drowning amongst their soft touch that brushes against your skin. it slides against your every limb, wrapping itself around your body for comfort whenever you're forced to go to bed without jing yuan at your side; there'd be numerous occasions, ones that he was always forced to deal with. you'd always see the way his eyes soften and shift away from you when he admits that he'd be late to bed. it was always work related, of course it was, he was the esteemed general of the cloud knights, the luofu's very own divine foresight.

you could never be mad at him, you were lucky enough to even be on the arm of the general. in your eyes, there was no way you could complain about his workload interrupting things except when it weighs down on him, dragging on his ankles and his shoulders to the point where all he can do is smile and keep napping - this is normal behaviour you've adjusted to but where's that small smirk that you love so much?

unfortunately, there's a nagging that weighs you down too. even though you don't explicitly mention it to jing yuan, he's more than aware. he's by no means stupid and he's actually incredibly observant, especially for you, his dearest partner. he's been awake on more than one occasion when your peaceful sleep is disrupted, your brows furrowed as you clutch at the sheets - naively unaware of his presence in the first place.

the silence will fill with struggled whimpers and gasps for breath, evolving into tears you might not even know slip from your closed eyes, squeezed shut as if trying to wake yourself up. these things haunt you, remind you of your struggles and where life has taken you. jing yuan has never been one for interrupting your rest, after all you've never once disturbed him but he knows he can't let you lay there, thrashing as you cry. not only for your sake but his own, when it breaks his heart to even witness it.

jing yuan will force himself to disturb you, strong arms wrapping around you and fighting against every thrash and struggle your emotionally weak body fights with until you calm against the comfort of his chest, breaking out into muffled sobs as your knuckles go white clutching onto him. he'll let out a breath, noting that you're awake when you choke out his name between gasps for breath.

"just breathe," he coos, a large hand smoothing down your back as his face buries into your hair. long, white hair drapes over his shoulders, tickling at your nose now that it's not tied up with a red ribbon, "it's okay, i'm here."

never once has jing yuan pressed into what your nightmare was about, simply listening as you follow his instructions and take a deep breath, trying to regulate as your body calms. there's a soft sniffle every now and then, his chest damp from where you've been sobbing but he'd rather it be like this instead of the bedsheets from where you've struggled alone.

every time it'll break his heart but he'll do it over and over again, knowing that his mere presence is what soothes you and keeps the tormenting demons at bay. maybe you'll never say it to him but all you need in those moments is him and he's more than happy to hold your shaking body until you fall back asleep.

BLADE isn't a fool, in fact he has his own fair share of nightmares from the mara within him and his past deeds. even if he denies it, you're no fool too and you've been present many times when it comes to blade panicking in his sleep. you do know however not to wake him, aware of his violent tendencies - you could be anyone to him when he wakes up and despite putting every inch of your trust into him, you know that's something you can't risk with him.

the next morning, he'll always avoid your gaze. dark hair will hang over ruby red eyes, concealing them from your view as he goes about his business, still closely knit to your side. he's aware that you know, that you was there and you witnessed it. there's no convincing him for a moment that he can trust you enough just to receive some form of comfort, even if it's hours later when dawn is breaking and in his eyes, just another day begins.

despite his avoidance of the topic when it revolves around him, blade doesn't shy away from your nightmares at all. in fact, considering how well acquainted he is with them - and dealing with them alone, - blade is way more comforting than many may suspect when it comes to your nightmares. it can be a surprising addition to the relationship at first when you experience the first night of having a harsh nightmare while the two of you share a bed.

blade isn't afraid to give you a snap back to reality in the moments you need it the most. in his eyes it's better than letting you lay there and struggle, your body thrashing on woven sheets that are soft from the fabric detergent you'd recently swapped to. when your relationship had started, he'd been against the idea of you staying with him at the stellaron hunters' headquarters but blade was observant enough to notice how often you had nightmares when he'd come to visit your home outside of work. he'll never admit it out loud but that's what changed his mind about where you slept at night.

there's a cold exterior that your boyfriend wears but deep inside, he can't bear the sight of seeing you go through it. he can't bear to hear the way you cry out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck as he gently shakes you awake to wake you up from the horrors you were witnessing. that's why he'll clutch your body into his, never letting go even after you've calmed down. his fingers dig slightly into your soft flesh, his face buried into your neck as he takes a moment for him too to calm down.

"blade? you can let go..." you mumble against his scarred shoulder, bandages decorating the flesh of his upper arm. he'll grunt in response, the cold tip of his nose pressing harder against your skin.

"just a little longer," he mutters in response, albeit a little stubbornly as his hug tightens for a moment, squeezing you reassuringly, "just... keep breathing for me."

you're okay, you're awake, your breathing is slowing down. he repeats these things to himself like a mantra, ruby eyes fluttering shut behind long, dark eyelashes as he presses chaste kisses to your shoulder. you personally never understood why he seemed so affected by your nightmares as the two of you curl back up, pressed together so intimately with the sheets draped over your bodies but blade knows he can't cope with the idea of seeing you in any form of pain, whether physical or mental.

if he could, he would take every inch and sliver of your pain for you. he'd carry the weight of your past and struggles, just to never see you sob from another nightmare ever again.

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bwabys-scenarios · 18 days

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If reader was the sweetest person ever but started throwing low blows towards Kurapika (clan), acting sassy, being snarky, in an attempt to make Kurapika grow to not care about her, would Yan Kurapika forgive her? Would he be understanding/see through whats shes tryna do? I mostly wanna know how’d he “handle” blatant disrespect from someone he cares about or if he’d even take it and just let her go without being able to forgive her

warnings: choking, bruising

Kurapika is a smart man, he knows this isn’t how you usually behave. He’s studied you for months and spent so much time with you that he almost knows you more than you know yourself.

He’s read up on how humans react to captivity, knowing that you’ll have mood swings and bouts of depression or rage. Kurapika has planned for all of this, and prepared to eventually be insulted or degraded at some point.

Well… he thought he was prepared, but when you said that his clan was better off dead… he kind of lost it. Before you knew it, you were pinned to the ground with his hands around your neck, choking you.

“How dare you!”

His eyes were a harsh shade of scarlet, not the usual soft red you’d see when he let adoration got the better of him. No, now it was the color of blood red rage.

“You know nothing about my clan, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!”

You choked out an apology, tears pooling down your cheeks as you clawed at his hands, trying to take in air and failing.

Kurapika wasn’t present, he was so overtaken by rage he didn’t even realize what he was doing. It wasn’t until you stopped struggling that he snapped out of it, his eyes going wide with terror.

“N-no…”

He let go, and you immediately took in a shaky breath, your eyes hazy from the lack of oxygen. Kurapika’s hands trembled in fear and shame, tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he noticed the bruises forming on your neck.

Shaped like his hands.

“My angel… oh, my love…” he choked out, gathering your weak body in his arms. “I’m so sorry, fuck…”

He rocked you back and forth, sobbing into your hair. Kurapika knew, he KNEW that you hadn’t meant what you said, and yet he still attacked you.

‘I’m such a hypocrite…’ he thought, his grip tightening around you. ‘I took her to protect her… yet I’m the one hurting her…’

Kurapika wouldn’t let go of you the entire night, as if he was terrified he’d lose you. He was so scared, he had lost every important person in his life, and now he had almost killed you, the person he loved with his entire soul, his entire being.

You were so fragile, your life so easy to snuff out with just a little pressure to your throat. He knew that, he understood just how much weaker you were than him. And yet he still put his hands on you, nearly taking away your life.

It was enough to make him more unstable than usual. Kurapika clung to you desperately for the next week, carefully tending to your bruises and being much more lenient with your little requests. He spoiled and pampered you even more than he usually did, and you slept with him every single night.

You never tried that method again… you never wanted to make Kurapika that angry, it was the worst experience you ever had with him. Even if it meant staying captive, you would much rather see the soft side of Kurapika than the one full of rage and violence.

And Kurapika was more than willing to stay the gentle, sweet man you wanted. He adored you after all… and he would never hurt you again.

He couldn’t take the knowledge that his own two hands caused you pain and fear… so he made sure to control his anger better… and you never mentioned his clan again.

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azullumi · 10 months

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“heart to heart” ; kaveh, wanderer, xiao

summary — he could only watch as you die ; alternatively, he’s there to comfort and hold you as you take your last breath.

characters — kaveh, wanderer, and xiao (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — angst but not that heavy but not that light also, grammatical errors bcs i don’t like to proofread, established relationship ; scenario/one-shot

words — 1431

note — u all had too much fluff these past few days, anyways, this is part 2 out of 2!! read the previous one here (^^)/

;; KAVEH

not again.

you were his but right now, death seems to hold on to your hand as if you were never his own, the half of him, his heart and his soul. they cannot take you from him, not again, not you—why does he always someone dear to him? why does it have to be you?

“how about a house on top of the hills or the mountains?” you say over the warm beverage that you held in between your hands and a short sound of laughter escapes him, “wouldn’t that be dangerous? a landslide could occur while we’re inside our home.”

“at least we’re going to die together, right?” he pauses, turning around to meet your tender gaze and he answered with a small smile on his lips. “that is romantic but i would rather grow old with you and die together by natural causes.”

“i can’t fight anymore. i’m… tired.” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear, as you could only stare at the same boring ceiling—he insisted that it was beautiful by the time this very home was built but if you were to always see it, wouldn’t you be tired of its beauty?—and lay on the soft bed. it’s almost like you were a corpse and oftentimes, the thought of death being the kindest thing for the both of you two occurs in your head.

“don’t say that, please…”

you couldn’t live until you were old and frail with him but even so, you were happy. you were happy that you got to meet him, you were happy that someone as lovely as him was willing to kiss your scars gently as if all that you were was a fragile being. in the short amount of time you have spent together with him, he made you the happiest, the most loved, the most cherished, he made you feel alive.

“i don’t care where we are as long as i’m there with you.” he murmurs against your lips, a pretty shade of pink and smiling. you tangle your fingers in the strands of his blonde hair, feeling his breath fan your skin and it was ticklish yet comforting at the same. “what if you’re not there?”

he presses yet another kiss, a short one but the sweetness lingered on your own when he parted. “i will be there, always, holding your hand.”

“i’m getting sleepy, kaveh…”

he chokes on his own sob, hand coming up to hold your own and intertwine it with his. he squeezed it rather softly and you tried to do the same but there was nothing left in you, just a slow heart and a weak body that is holding on to the faint light that you call life. “p-please, hold on a little much longer, okay? i’ll find a cure, i’ll find the medicine for you so please—stay awake.”

“i can’t—i’m sorry I won't be there until the end.”

“but i—i love you so much, i love you. please always remember that, kaveh.” he wasn’t even given the chance to answer when you had already closed your eyes and anything he would say at that point will not reach you.

as your hand loosens and slips off his hold, so does he falls to the floor. nothing could have prepared him for your last goodbye.

;; WANDERER

“i have a confession to make.”

you spoke weakly, voice nearing to a whisper, a testament to your state, and in contrast to your loosening grip on his hand, he holds you rather tightly as if you’re going to be taken away from him—a denial, eyes choosing to be blind to avoid facing the dreadful truth. “shut up, stop acting like you’re going to die!”

he continued, holding back a sob, “you are not going to die.” you never failed to notice the smallest falter in his expression—his crumpled expression relaxing into a soft one when he sees you, the small and genuine smile tugging on his lips, and right now, especially at this moment when his voice cracked and softened while speaking. he had already expected the moment when you’ll leave him, he was a puppet that can live long and you were just a mortal, a weak one. he was going to outlive you but why? why does it have to be this soon?

“you can tell me your confession later so please…”

but you knew better than that, you know there wasn’t going to be a later for both of you—maybe for him and only for him—, you weren’t foolish to not know that, death was already waiting for you with an open door but he was still tugging and holding on to your hand.

“i—i love you, kuni.”

he doesn’t respond, only holding his tongue back as he brings your hand to his lips and presses a long kiss on it but you were numb, you were already feeling numb and you hate how much his warmth was slipping off you, you hate how you couldn’t feel him underneath your touch, you hate that you’re dying right now and you don’t get to live your fullest with him.

“i love you, say it back, please?” a sad smile engulfs your lips as you try to meet his eyes with your unfocused gaze, was it the tears or was it the fact that your consciousness is fading off you?

“i—i love you. i love you, i love you, so please just stop talking, just stop it.” if you truly love him, you’ll stay. “don’t—“ his voice breaks out into a sob, tears that he had been holding back since earlier came like a waterfall. to love is to stay, is to be with him.

but you didn’t, you couldn’t, and for the last, you mouth those three words at him with a smile on your face, feeling your body going limp as your eyes closed.

he whispers, “—don’t leave me,” to the ghost of you.

;; XIAO

thoughts still continued to haunt his mind every time the memory resurfaces on a silent cold morning: if only he was a second early, if only he was there, if only he was able to protect you. if only he wasn’t so foolish.

“xiao.”

he could still recall your voice and the way you called out to his name, it was distant, almost seemed to be fading and everything started to piece together into the sight before him as soon as the environment changed when he answered to your feeble call of his name.

it looks like a fight has occurred, the scent of it wafting to his senses—it reeks of blood, it reeks of death, and his frightened gaze laid on your figure on the cold ground, almost lifeless.

he calls out to your name and in contrast to your soft voice, his was audible, loud enough to keep you holding on the last strand of your slipping consciousness. it was a shout, deriving from panic and fear, and you noticed yourself being picked up by a pair of arms, familiar ones soon after.

“xiao…?”

“i’m here, don’t talk. i’m going to find you some hel—“

you quickly interrupted him with a cough, blood sputtering out of your mouth as you did, and his eyes widened, a breath getting stuck on his throat. and just for a brief moment, he saw his world crumble down seeing that rude warm liquid staining your clothes. his body shook, he was all too familiar with this sight, all too familiar with the scene—he had taken many lives in the battlefield to not recognize the death that seeps into your ragged breath.

and he yields to his crumbling resolve because even if he chooses to deny what is happening, it still won’t stop you from dying. he wanted to scold you, he wanted to reprimand you for putting yourself in danger, but that’s not what you needed, not when all you needed was him and his comfort in your last.

“why…?” was all he could say as he dropped to the floor, tear-stained eyes clouding his vision while he holds you close. you knew what he was asking and you knew the answer to it but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him—if ever he’ll learn the reason, he’ll blame myself and you don’t want that, you don’t want him to be in such misery when it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t there.

“you’re here… thank you.” and with all the strength left in you, you spoke to him in a low voice, a smile plastered on your blood-stained lips, before your vision dims and you lay limp in his hold; he could only cradle your head closer to him as weak sobs started to escape his lips.

if only.

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boyfiejay · 1 month

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Run Away (From You)

PAIRING : Park Jongseong x gn Reader

GENRE : friends with benefits, they are scared of commitment, hurt no comfort

Warning : sexual themes, reader is insecure, jay is scared of his feelings

Word Count : 0.8k

Author's Note : pulled this out from the depths of the drafts

You and Jay weren't really dating, not were you exclusive. But he always managed to give you butterflies, always making you feel that warm feeling everytime he smiled.

The term that suited you best was 'friends with benefits' and that too wasn't entirely right. Because Jay cared, he truly cared about you more than just sex.

But it seemed that tonight wasn't the night when Jay cared, when he softly asked you every step if it was alright, if you were okay. He was rough, his hands and touches were rough against you.

Unlike his normal self, he had failed to notice your slightly red nose and eyes, how you had stopped crying just 15 minutes before opening the door for him.

He had also failed to notice the way you weren't even reacting to his touches, the way you stood still till he was satisfied and moved you to the bed.

Then started the tears, you weren't sure why you were crying. You could tune out your thoughts and focus on him before, what was so different now? But you couldn't stop yourself, before you knew it you were hyperventilating, your breath coming out in small gasps and you choked on your sobs.

Jay has never seen you cry so much during sex, the cries didn't look like those of pleasure. Rather you looked distraught, your choked sobs pulling him out of his trance and quickly getting away from you. Had he hurt you? He felt lightheaded at the mere thought of hurting you.

You flinched when you felt two warm hands cradling your cheeks, "Hey, hey, calm down" he said, as if he wasn't the reason behind those tears.

Oh, but he didn't know. He didn't know how you felt so much for him, how you wanted him to see you more than a friend, more than someone he fucks once a while.

Noticing him not touching you anymore, you push him away. Turning on your side, you curled in on yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself. Rocking your form back and forth, you tried to calm yourself.

"Go, please." your voice came out weak, but you were surprised at how stable it sounded. You probably looked so crazy right now, Jay was going to laugh at you and never talk to you again. He would tell all his friends about how much of a crybaby you are and make fun of you. You probably weren't even going to be his friend anymore.

In the midst of your overthinking, you heard his soft voice, "B-but [name]," you didn't want to hear anymore. He probably hates you, God this must be so awkward for him.

"p-please." your voice now sounded far more worse, so weak.

Jay felt his stomach churn with how the night was playing out, he wasn't mad or disappointed. God no, he was far more concerned for you.

He felt hopeless. He's been there and comforted so many people, but never in his wildest nightmares did he think that he would be the reason for someone's tears. He didn't want to leave you like this, but at the same time he knew he couldn't push your limits.

He grabbed the shirt he flung off minutes ago and wore it. He thought to himself, what would have happened if he had just asked you about your day or made small talk instead of pushing you against your door before you could even realise that it was him.

He always hated seeing you cry, but the sight of you crying because of him was a sight he hated more than anything.

He knew, oh he knew how much you hated whenever he mentioned that this thing was ‘no strings attached’ and what not. But he didn't know what to feel when he went against his own words.

That he loved you, but he was scared. He was so scared that he would ruin this for both of you, so he stayed quite pushing his feelings down. But he ended up pushing you away.

He glanced at your hunched up form as you shook with the intensity of your tears. He swore he didn't care, that he didn't do feelings that he didn't feel about you in that way. But the sound of your sobs was searing through his heart like a knife laced with poison.

Turning his back to you, he stopped himself from running to you and pushing your head in his chest. He's done that numerous times, he's comforted you through heartbreaks so many times yet now he knew he couldn't.

So he did what he did best, he ran. He ran away from you and your shaking figure, from your apartment, away from your life. But most importantly, he was running away from his feelings.

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neverchecking · 7 months

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Day 7: Virginity- Calamity

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Cal being a virgin, he busts a lil earlier, I tried to keep it pretty gender neutral but if I missed something let me know?

This is Day seven of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

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He was��nervous. He knew you knew he was nervous, that the tempo you were going at was not for yourself, but rather him. He knew this. He knew this because he was sure he told you it. He hadn’t uttered a word but it was all over his face.

Cal had prided himself on holding his reactions and emotions to his chest. During training, he was the poster child for the perfect soldier. Silent, obedient, and almost mindless when it came to orders. He almost preferred it that way, really. He didn’t have to think.

Because thinking was hard. It was so, so, so hard to do anything really. He could barely breathe with the way your hand was wrapped around him, even as featherlight as it was. Your touch was sacreligious with how much he yearned for it. Golden goddess above, he was ready to burst under the tension. His gut was tight and his abs flexed under him as his back arched. A whine left his lips, high and pretty, as his eyes burned with tears. It was so overwhelming, but not nearly enough. Just the absolute phantom of euphoria.

He was absolutely shaking beneath you, fingers clutching the sheets beneath him. He was sure he had nearly ripped a hole in them.

Watching you carefully, he sucked in a harsh breath as you moved over him, hole glistening from the earlier prep you had done (Under his careful eye, which was an experience spent shuffling from where he sat, hands covering his crotch to the best of his ability), hovering just over the head of his weeping cock. Drops of precum had drooled over the rest of his shaft from where your hand had earlier been toying with his cock, quickly cooling into an uncomfortable chill. He led out a small little choked noise, somewhere in between a sob and a whimper, as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. You hushed him, with that same gentle smile you always wore, before gently sinking your hips down. He cried out in alarm, warm tears trailing down his cheeks at the sudden feeling of pure warmth that surrounded him. It was foreign and so new and a sudden jolt of electric stimulation that had him grappling at you like his soul would leave his body if he failed to do so. It was divine, the feeling of your velvet walls clutching around him in a suffocating hold, pulsating in time with your heartbeats. But it was so much, too much. Shame filled his core before he even fully registered what was happening.

It happened too quickly to process properly too. Before he knew it, his hips were jutting as far as he could and his hold on you turned into nail-drawn lines that flashed white before fading into rosy red. Whatever warmth there was previously meant nothing compared to now as it trailed down is cock and past the opening of your muscles, muddling onto the divot of his balls as he sobbed into your chest. Your fingers dug through his hair with soft hums of reassurance which didn’t make the situation any better.

It was something so pulsatingly good, he nearly swore this was what heaven was in all its golden promises and clouded bliss.

With you still seated on top of him, kissing his temple and talking him through what exactly you’d do to him next, he was sure of it.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #yandere legend of zelda #link x reader #legend of zelda #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #loz #cindersins #Cinder's happy halloween #kinktober 2023 #lu calamity #yandere lu calamity x reader #lu cal #age of Calamity link #AOC Link #AOC Link x Reader

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darlingdekarios · 8 months

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so this is goodbye.

rating: mature for canon themes length: 1,752 content: Arthur Morgan x f!reader, established relationship, hurt no comfort, set in the hours leading up to Arthur's death, mentions of blood (tuberculosis related), canon compliant

Arthur Morgan's most important goodbye - the one he gives to you.

"Let's just go together."

It was an impossible plea - one you knew the answer to long before he turned to face you, blue eyes transparent with the cold truths of the situation. For as many roads as you'd taken together, it seemed the path had thinned - going forward, there was only room for one.

"You and I both know it's too late for that now," his voice was thin, the result of his lungs failing in every aspect - you couldn't stand the sound of him like this anymore. "Even if we ran, I'm on borrowed time. I'd just die on you tomorrow, we both know it."

It was true, there was no denying it - only a fool would try.

"I'd rather you die with me in peace than at the hands of men who never deserved to be in your company," your words fell into the air like shattered glass, broken beyond repair.

"I will die in peace knowing you're safe," he promised, reaching forward to grasp both of your hands in his. It occurred to you this was the last time you'd feel his hands against yours. "But I can't do that if you don't go now, while you have the chance still."

His thumbs ran across your knuckles, memorizing the feeling of them one last time - the same thoughts in your mind echoed in his. You tried to steady yourself, deep breaths in and out to pretend you were okay - the façade dissipated when a quiet sob left your lips, though he'd been waiting for it all along. Just like his death, your brokenness over it was inevitable.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye," you choked out, words squeezed through a throat that felt smaller by the minute, much like the world closing in on you. "I should…I should be with you until the end. I should be by your side."

"They won't allow that. You've been by my side all this time, don't you ever forget that counted for something. Everything we did together counted for something."

Some part of him was glad for all the trouble that was about to be caused so you had to go your separate ways. In truth, since the doctor had informed him of his fate Arthur was certain of one thing above most others - he didn't want you to be around when he succumbed to this cough, despite the fact that seeing your face as his eyes closed one last time would be a dream for any man. He didn't want you to watch him suffer, because he didn't want you to live with that suffering forever.

So now in his final hours, finally in a semblance of control of his own actions, his mind and heart were radiantly in love with you - so much of his remaining energy focused on your ensured survival through another day. He could only be thankful for the time he'd received with you, for every day you'd spent telling him you loved him - particularly knowing he never deserved something as divine as your love.

Any amount of time with you was more than a man like him had earned in life to begin with.

But as for you and your heart?

"It hasn't been enough time. We didn't get enough time, Arthur."

Tugging you forward gently his arms wrapped around you in a hug, the only comfort you'd ever found in this life wrapping you in warmth once more. He was filthy, but that wouldn't stop you from taking as much of him as you were allowed now - your face buried into his chest, arms tight around his torso, clinging to him as though it gave you life.

He pulled away to shed his jacket from his frame, reaching around you to wrap it on your shoulders. He'd always preferred it on you, anyway.

"But the time we did get made me a happy man," he reminded, his voice earnest and truthful, words offering no amount of doubt. "You made me want to be a better man."

His hands came to your shoulders to squeeze gently, holding you against him still.

"I need you to promise me you're not gonna turn that horse around and go back up there after me," his voice was serious, steady - it left no room for disagreement and yet you couldn't help the desire to do just that. "You've got to promise me. You are not to follow me. That's no place for you anymore."

"Arthur, I…"

"Now, I don't want to hear it," he grabbed both of your hands again, squeezing them in his - even now you could feel his strength waning. You were hanging on his every word, memorizing how each syllable fell from his lips - already dreading the day you couldn't remember his voice anymore. "Please listen to me. Those men up there…they're nothin' more than animals now. They will kill you to hurt me, and you're all I have left that they can use. Already lost John…don't make me lose you, too."

There was so much…too much to say in this moment, this goodbye you'd known was coming and yet had sprung so suddenly. It was impossible to pick which words to give him, which words would hold the most meaning - which would make him feel the most fulfilled. They were in your mind like debris picked up by a tornado, far too much chaos to make sense of.

"I can't do it without you. I'm not ready to live without you."

"You're goin' to have to, sweetheart," his hands left your shoulders to hold your face instead, thumbs running over your cheeks as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His next words were whispered against your skin - his private form of begging between the two of you, one last time. "You go on and you live your life, and you don't ever try to find Dutch or Micah or any of 'em, outside of Abigail or Charles or Mrs. Adler. Forget the rest of 'em. Please."

He leaned away to meet your eyes again - you gave yourself a moment to hold your response purely to enjoy the splashes of color in his blue eyes, knowing no other would compare to these hues again. You nodded, knowing this is what he needed, knowing it was the only remaining peace you could offer him.

"I won't go lookin', but if I see Micah or Dutch again I will put a bullet between their eyes, Arthur," you promised, eyes dark as you spoke the names of the men who he would soon face. "I swear I will, even if it's the last thing I do."

"I know you -"

He was overtaken by a cough, the worst one yet - he leaned against a tree to support himself but you were also there - just as you had been all these past weeks. You rubbed his back as he coughed, reaching upward to smooth his hair away from his slick forehead as it fell about. He tried to motion you away when blood spurted from his lungs, spraying the grass beneath you. You held strong, instead pulling a cloth from your satchel to wipe his mouth.

He loved you with a passion you were certain no one else could come close to matching. You could see it manifested in his eyes.

"You are the best man I have ever known, Arthur Morgan," your words were quiet, movements delicate as you wiped the sweat from his brow as well, pushing his hair back again. One of his arms wrapped around your waist again, a wheezy breath sucked into his lungs as he watched you talk. "You deserved far better than what the world gave you."

"I got more than I deserved."

When I got you.

His eyes gave life to the words he couldn't bring himself to say aloud.

You stepped closer despite the fact he tried to push you away again briefly, ignoring his plea as you wrapped your arms around his torso again, pinning him between yourself and the tree, wondering how long you could get away with holding him there. Almost as if he sensed your thoughts he kissed your forehead weakly, a heavy, raspy sigh huffing from his lungs. You turned your head to kiss his cheek gently.

You both nuzzled your heads together for a moment, enjoying the closeness and serenity of one another for as long as the cruel circumstances would allow. When he pulled away it was to lift you back onto your horse - one he'd gifted you years ago now - strong hands rubbing your thighs one more time.

"You go on 'n' get out of here," his voice was firm, resolute - you had one option as to what to do next. "And don't you dare look back."

He withdrew from you, turning his back to hide the way his Adam's apple bobbed as the threat of tears welled in his chest, something he'd sworn from the beginning he'd never do in front of you. As he climbed on his horse the leather reins shook in his trembling hands, leaving you for the last time becoming the hardest thing he'd been asked yet.

He heard the hooves of your horse as you attempted to retreat, and was painfully aware when they stopped - an immediate fear taking over him that you wouldn't be able to go through with this.

"Arthur," you called out, the sobs chasing the end of your words a hammer to his heart each time. "I loved you. I do love you…I will love you always. Every day."

He turned his horse to you, glistening eyes mirrored by your own as he rode up along side you. He removed one of his gloves to reach out and hold your cheek in his hand, thumb wiping a tear from beneath your eye gently.

You would never let yourself cry again.

"So many things I should've done different," for everything that was happening, Arthur sounded at peace with what he had chosen, content with all that he was leaving in the world as long as it included you. "I don't know what happens when we die, but I know if this…all this shit in life…ain't it for us…I'll be waitin' for you."

He released your face to reach for your hand, raising it to his lips in one final kiss. With that, you watched Arthur Morgan set off on his final ride.

masterlist. red dead redemption masterlist.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic

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thetraumaking · 9 days

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Accursed Crown

Child soldier program within the Fire Nation. Princess Ursa will be having the first grandchild of fire lord Azulon, and as a gift, he sends his son, prince Ozai, to find an appropriate bodyguard for the mother of the nation.

After prince Zuko was born, princess Ursa became pregnant once more.

When she gave birth to her second. Not only did she suffer from a burn from the newborn, she didn't feel the motherly love she felt for her firstborn to her second. She couldn't hold her or even look at her. But she's not a cruel woman, so she found a wet nurse and let the other woman raise her. Well, that was the plan until for a whole day straight the baby girl wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. Even Ozai heard it and came to yell at Ursa for failing as a mother.

When the child had finally shutten up, Ozai turned to see the young guard gently holding the baby.

From that day onward, you, who was nothing but a child soldier, became the guard, the nursemaid, and mentor for the new princess.

NOT for the faint of heart!!!

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: Old Child

Chapter 3: Her Touch

Princess Ursa has been getting too comfortable as time went on. Her advances continued on and, fortunately, her affection hasn’t exceeded hugs.

Her hands and fingers felt like ropes tangling around you.

It felt suffocating.

You have put the young prince to bed.

Originally, it was supposed to be the actual mother that was going to put him to sleep, when Prince Ozai came in. He ordered for you to take the child to his room and deal with him before announcing that he would be waiting for Princess Ursa in her chamber.

Making sure Prince Zuko was asleep, you made your way out. As you were walking towards your room, the door ahead, Princess Ursa’s door, opened, and out came Prince Ozai.

He didn’t spare you a glance before adjusting his robe and walking away.

The moment he was out of sight, you heard choked sobs from the room the prince just come out of. Taking a deep breath in, you walked towards the large double doors. Clenching your fist, you steeled your nerves,(you didn’t want to do this) and knocked thrice.

Waiting for three seconds, you let yourself in.

Her bare back was to you, smooth skin, and shoulders shaking. You bit the inside of your cheek and took out one of her night robes before walking towards her.

Wordlessly, you drape it over her shoulders, trying to cover her up as she tries to collect herself. You stop as she raises her hand. “Don’t, I want to take a bath.” She wipes her tears, “I feel filthy…”

You nod.

You have helped prepare the prince’s baths a couple of times so you know more or less how the bathing preparations are for noble descent.

Unlike the common folks, those who have both money and power, rather than a tub, have a whole room for bathing: large enough to swim in, large enough for the entire family and then some.

Turning the two knobs on your right, hot water began to pour out of the marbled dragon’s maw, slowly filling up the large tub in the ground. On the shelves next to you were jars of dried petals and skins of fruit.

You sprinkle a bit from both jars before pulling out a sack from the bottom, before pouring some into the water. The once clear water now turned pink with bits and pieces of florals and fruit floating around.

As you were putting the jars away, the princess walked past you and dipped into the water. Her shoulders sagging with a sigh as she leaned onto the wall.

With her head hung low, there was a moment of silence. You had turned the water off when it reached her shoulders.

The mirrors had fogged over, water vapours thick as it clung to any and all surfaces. Small droplets of cold water falling every so often back into the tub and ground.

“… hold me.”

Her sudden whisper came out a slur.

Wordlessly, you stepped into the bath. Your shoes, clothes, and gear, getting soaked the deeper you step down the submerged straits. The fabric of your shirt and pants clinging uncomfortably to your skin as you drew closer to the princess.

You wrap your arms around her, eyes staring ahead as you do so. And in response, she returns the hug.

Her hands on your back as you stood there, wondering when you would be dismissed for the day. The moment you felt the tip of her nose touch your neck, you froze. Your knuckles turn white for how hard you were squeezing onto your arms, nails digging into your flesh.

The tip of her nose runs over your pulse point, taking a deep inhale as her hands find home on your shoulder blades. Her lips pressed onto the skin of your neck.

The two of you stood there in the hot bath. Water droplets fall from the ceiling.

You couldn’t remember what happened next. You just remember standing there, in the water, being clung to by the princess. You felt something rising in your throat as you clutched into your muscles.

Once you made it back into your room, you were quick to run into the bathroom and lock the door. Once you were safe, you ripped your clothes off as fast as possible from your body.

Every contact you had with her felt forbidden.

Lecherous.

Appalling even.

You snatched your scrub and rubbed your skin raw. Rubbing until your skin turned red and stinging, sucking in sharp breaths through your teeth you kept on rubbing. You could feel your eyes stinging and your chest caving.

What was happening to you these past few months? Why do you keep having these horrid symptoms? Why do physical interactions with the princess leave you in such a mess?

Shame and disgust were no strangers yet despite feeling them here in the palace, there’s also pain that throbs in your chest.

Water droplets fell on the marbled floor as you pressed the scrub harder onto yourself.

Shakingly, you looked up at the mirror. Your neat hair is now a mess from your frantic scrubbing. Through disheveled strands, you looked into your bloodshot eyes. You looked pitiful.

A disgrace.

What a waste of a soldier. You thought.

All that training and pain you went through was for nothing. Now you have to stay put within the castle walls looking after a mess of a princess.

It is your job to serve the royal family, yes. But not like this.

Your gaze hardened as it landed on the spot you felt her highness seemed to favor. Even now, after all that scrubbing, rubbing, and scratching, you could still feel the warmth. The tingling from how she nuzzled into your neck and kissed it.

Bring your hand up, you place it over the patch of skin her lips have landed on.

Gritting your teeth, you slowly brought up the heat within your palm.

In the room, you only heard the growing sizzling as the smell of burnt flesh spread.

For the last time, you indulged in your vanity, looking at your finished work. You let out a sigh of relief. Never in your days have you thought you would reach the point of feeling such relief in the sight of red blistering flesh.

#fanfic #atla #atla azula #avatar the last airbender #azula x reader #fire lord azula #fire lord ozai #prince zuko #princess ursa

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poeticlilies · 1 year

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I really loved the akutagawa x reader post. Could you maybe do one for dazai?

♡ Melancholy

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Desc: You comfort Dazai after a bad day. (fem reader)

TW/CW: angst, spoilers, harmful thoughts, dazai's past, abuse, might be ooc? not too familiar w bsd yet i'm new to the fandom :')

Dazai Osamu was a man who had lived through at least seven lifetimes in the span of one.

He'd seen things; things that nobody should've seen, but it didn't stop him from seeing them.

He saw Mori kill the old boss and rebuild Port Mafia anew; he was abused by him, and continued the cycle of abuse with Akutagawa, who eventually did it to Kyouka.

Oh, he was a bad man; a wicked, bad, person who had done unspeakable things under the orders of Mori (although some of those actions were not orders; rather, they were committed of his own will).

And although he has betrayed the mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, although he has saved countless lives (and the city of Yokohama, several times) he still sometimes finds himself thinking it wasn't enough.

Wasn't enough to wash his hands of the blood he's spilt; wasn't enough to cleanse his sins as they clung to him, digging their claws into his back and oozing inside, whispering in his ear that he'll never be good enough, never be able to do enough, never be able to save enough lives.

And sometimes, when you aren't around, he curls up into a little ball under his sheets and cries, sobbing into the comforter and choking as he tries to breathe (but miserably fails).

He wails into his blanket, shaking all over, hands trembling and eyes wide as he scratches at his throat and his chest, leaving red irritated marks as he tries to rid himself of his sins.

In the detective agency, he was Dazai; a charming, annoying, womanizer who never worked but always somehow managed to turn his share of the paperwork in.

At home, in the privacy of his bedroom, he was Osamu; a man who grew from the broken mold of his childhood, desperately picking up the pieces of his heart and gluing them back together only to fall apart at another one of Kunikida's scathing remarks or the looks from the Agency members varying from pitiful to condescending.

Osamu is sure that he's useless. A burden to the agency; kept around only as a pretty face for sore eyes.

He's been hurt much too much to let anyone know of his meltdowns; there was one close call when Atsushi questioned the splotchy patches of red on his face when he came out of the bathroom, but he managed to convince him it was the aftereffects of another poisonous mushroom and that he was fine, having already been treated by Yosano.

He's hurt too much to even want to fathom the idea of letting someone into his heart. No, what if they see the ugly creature of anxiety and fear and shun him, kicking the soft organ in disgust and making it crumble further into pieces?

You had been let in unwillingly; after worming your way into his heart, one day, things had changed.

You found him crying in your shared bedroom; chest heaving as he sobs into his palms, occasionally pawing at his bandages and tearing the soft fabric. He was so scared, that day, that moment; everything seemed to have been frozen as you two lock eyes, and for a moment, he's absolutely sure that his worst fears have come true, that you will shun him and kick him and sneer at him in disgust, before leaving and never coming back.

Oh, he was so surprised to learn that wasn't the case; when you had shushed him and pulled him into a soft, gentle, hug, and told him it would be alright, despite not knowing what he was crying about, he almost giggled; you didn't hate him? even after knowing his past? you didn't hate the monster that was in your arms?

Of course not, you told him. You're not a monster, Osamu, you murmur, hand carding through his hair as he shudders in your arms.

He blinks, once, twice; before fresh tears come into his eyes (these are ones of happiness) and a soft smiles curls his lips upwards as he lets his façade melt away and allows himself just this once to be rocked to a comfortable nap, knowing that if you've seen this side of him and still chose to embrace him that nothing would hurt him now because you were here, and you cared, and you forgave him for his sins.

And his heart twists in melancholy; there's something just on the tip of his tongue, something about his past that he can't quite piece together, but you press a soft kiss to the crown of his head and the thoughts and sadness melt away until he is not Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy of the Port Mafia, the ability user who harnesses No Longer Human, and he is simply just a man who has found someone who cares about him.

And he feels a little branch grow out of his cold, dead heart, and he tells himself that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be loved by you.

shii bro this one was long asf... uhmmmm i kinda got carried away :') wHOoPsiE

still very new to the bsd fandom so i apologize if my little scrunkly is ooc

#dazai x reader #osamu x reader #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs spoilers #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd angst #bsd comfort

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wait for you

[JJ Maybank x GN!Reader] [619 words]

SUMMARY: In which he'll wait for however long it takes

WARNINGS: pretty angsty, hurt-comfort

A-N: haven't written for JJ in a bit, but I had an idea sooo...

[masterlist]

The door slammed closed to the chateau, right as you shuffled inside the doorway. Your hair was in knots atop your head, eyes glistening from the unshed tears you harboured. You were an idiot. An absolute fucking idiot. How could you have been so stupid? Stupid to think that your boyfriend- sorry ex, actually loved you. You should have seen all the signs and red flags, before you walked in on him in a rather compromising position with another girl. You fucking hated him, hated him for wasting your time these last few months.

Your thoughts were running a mile-a-minute, and as it did, you failed to notice the curious gaze of a certain blonde boy sitting on the couch nearby. His heart was aching as he watched you from his position, wishing he could take away all of the pain that you were in. You sniffled, struggling to keep your tears at bay. Your hand came up to wipe at the few that had now fallen onto your cheeks.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone was–" You halted in your footsteps, words dying on your tongue as you turned slightly to finally notice one of your best friends, JJ Maybank sitting on one of the couches nearby. You got ready to turn on your heel and move back outside. Not wanting for anyone to see you cry over the boy who stood you up. "I can…go somewhere else -"

But before you could move any further, you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back again, body coming in contact with a hard chest, and as you looked up carefully, you noticed that JJ stood there, a worrying look flickering across his face. Right after, he had quickly lifted himself from his previous seated position and over to you.

You felt fragile, as if you could break in that very moment. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you felt a whole mix of emotions but mainly sadness and anger. You fought to choke back your sobs, allowing JJ to manoeuvre you over back towards the couch.

"Are you okay?...sorry stupid question. What happened?" He asked you when you both sat yourselves comfortably. His heart continued to ache inside his chest at your heartbroken figure. He had a few suspicions on who was making you feel like this, mainly that arsehole boyfriend of yours. Who he'd never seemed to like.

You shook your head slowly, forcing your eyes to connect up to look at JJ. Your puffy, tear-filled eyes. You took a deep breath in and answered his question, voice cracking with each word you spoke aloud. "He-he cheated. I walked in on him, fucking some…some kook"

And with that, you allowed your gut-wrenching sobs to overtake you once more. Burrowing your figure further into JJ's comforting embrace. His strong arms tightly wrapping around you, as if on instinct, holding you to him. JJ felt a wave of anger wash over him, at the piece-of-shit ex, who he wanted to kill. He wanted to kill him for making you hurt like this. You didn't deserve it, and he knew if you were his partner instead, he wouldn't treat you like this. At least, he thinks he wouldn't.

But you weren't. So he fought back his anger and allowed himself to continue to sit there. Head resting atop yours, listening to each sob that exited your system, muffled by that of his t-shirt now.

JJ knew he would wait for however long it would take, for you to realise that he wanted something more than to be just friends. He would wait, till the day you realised he was the one for you.

#fanfiction #imagines #angst #x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #gender neutral reader #outer banks #obx jj

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qodlysinz · 2 months

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This is Your Mother

Alastor & his Mother - Hazbin Hotel

CW: mentions of death, Alastor goes a bit crazy, Alastor’s demon form, mania

Tags: angst, Alastor misses his mom, I would say give Alastor a hug but he’d pull a Pennywise and bite your head off 😒😒

A/N: I SUCK AT ANGST BUT I LIKE TO THINK I GOT BETTER 🥳 anyway this was inspired by a TikTok I saw a while back with the audio “O Superman” and it was of Alastor’s dead hand after he was shot (I THINK) and his mother worrying where he was. I think it was taken down, but if it wasn’t PLEASEEEEEE give me the person who made it I’ve been thinking about it all day. Or maybe I imagined it like an idiot idk

Alastor never dreamed. He hasn’t his entire life—in both the living and the dead. He likes to think it’s because he was never a dreamer, he was always a realist.

The only person who Alastor felt seen by was his mother.

She was a kind soul, someone worthy of Heaven and all the riches in the world with cooking skills to die for. If Alastor could redo one thing in his entire life, it’d be telling his mother what he was doing.

How the blood on his collar one night he came from dinner was a from stabbing someone repeatedly rather than the lie he told of a nick he give himself while shaving. How he was actually killing people in the middle of the night and he couldn’t go with her to a party, claiming he was at work.

She’d understand, wouldn’t she?

The kindhearted woman would do anything for her son, but did that include forgiving his sins?

Was that wishful thinking on his end? Hoping she’d be so happy he wasn’t actually hurting himself like she thought he was when she saw the blood stains on his usually pristine white button-up shirts.

Alastor actually dreamed this night. For the first time in one hundred years. He never slept, so suddenly imagining himself in the middle of the forest where he lost his life to an idiotic Hunter mistaking him for some deer, somehow.

His breathing was becoming faster—what was this? Was this heinous feeling… fear? It couldn’t be! Absolutely not! Alastor didn’t feel fear, that was fact.

His heart almost stopped at the familiar voice ringing in the air, the sweet, gentle voice he heard everyday as a child.

“Alastor? Al, sweetie? Where are you?”

Alastor froze, looking around rapidly in search of seeing her face at least one more time. Just once, that’s all he wanted.

“Mother?” He echoed into the forest, slowly moving from his station. Leaves crunched under his heel, making him look down at the ground to see that he was wearing the same shoes he wore the day he died—he’d never forget such a day.

He looked behind him, seeing his dead body on the ground. What a strange out-of-body experience. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Alastor scowled, rolling his eyes as he continued on his trek until he heard another sentence from his mother.

“This is your mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?”

Alastor almost threw up, clutching onto a tree and digging his nails into the bark as he covered his mouth. “Where are you?!” He desperately called out, carding a hand through his hair in frustration. Where on Earth was this voice coming from, and why were they using his mother against him?!

He paused, staring off into the distance as he saw his childhood home—his mother sobbed on the ground as police officers consoled her.

“Ma’am, we have means to believe your son was behind those—“ before the man could continue on with his sentence, Alastor’s mother stared at him. “My son would never do such a thing! He was just killed, and you’re blaming him?!” She cried out, the pain and horror in her face almost made Alastor choke out a sob. “Miss, he was holding a bloodied knife and was found by a dumpsite.” The other officer informed her.

His mother clutched her arms, her wails filling the room. “Alastor is innocent! Innocent, I tell you!” She wiped her cheeks with her handkerchief, but to no avail as the tears continued to spill.

Alastor had failed his mother. The woman who sacrificed so much to make sure he got through life was in pain because of what he did. She was probably shunned after news got out, everyone ignored her until her own inevitable death.

He let out a shaky breath, lips trembling as the next words left his throat. “I’m so sorry, mother…” his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible.

His mother’s head slowly craned in his direction. “Al…?” She murmured, stumbling to her feet. Alastor almost jumped out of his skin, staring at her. “Tell me, you didn’t do those things! Please, tell me they’re lying!” She grabbed his suit tightly, tears still streaming down his face.

He hesitated. He couldn’t lie to his mother’s face, even if it was a figment of his imagination.

“I did it.” He quietly said.

He didn’t expect his mother’s face to contort into what it did. Eyes blown wide, jaw dropped, and face evidently showing pure, absolute horror.

Alastor’s heart tensed up; it was painful seeing her look at him like that, especially when she normally spoke so sweetly to him, she adored her son with her entire being. Did he just ruin it by admitting his faults?! Could he go back?!

His breathing picked up, terror widening his eyes. “M-mother!” He tried to reach out to her, only for the woman to give him a hateful glare.

“You failed me, Alastor.”

Alastor backed up, the words ringing in his head millions of times. “Failed… you? I… mother..” he cried out. His eyes burned with tears. Was he even capable of shedding tears? Should he be allowed to?! His own mother clearly saw him as a monster, and monsters can’t feel normal emotions.

Was that all Alastor was?

Just a monster?

A monster who hurt his mother?

Alastor desperately grabbed his mother’s arms. “Y-you can’t say that! Mother, it’s me! Your Al, you love me… don’t you? Please do… I’m still the same person!” He insisted, his breathing became more manic as he felt himself grow in size, his human hands behind replaced by his demonic form. His mother froze, staring at him.

“You’re not my son.” She said chillingly. Alastor was quiet, swallowing thickly. “Mother…”

Alastor’s eyes shot open, heavily breathing as he let out a broken cry, hands finding themselves in his hair. “No… mother… she would… never… no..” his teeth bit into his lower lip, drawing blood as tears began to pool in his eyes. “Never.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor’s mom #alastor angst #this probably sucks #i need to practice more #ive never written Alastor before #based on a song

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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(Not) Alone - Part 2

pairing: Shu Yamino x Streamer!GN!reader (ft. vox as yall's personal counselor)

a/n: good to see you again! so, ready for what happens next? 😌 for maximum feelers, listen to these songs as you read: kokoronashi ; say you won't let go

here's part 1 if u missed it!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

"i-i don't think i feel the same."

the world may have gifted you shu yamino as your close friend, but you were stupid to think you could push your luck that he could be your love interest as well

lady fate was truly cruel

your outstretched hand retracts back to your side and with a hollow heart, you nod and smile at shu

"i see," you mumble, leaving shu to wonder if you meant to speak to yourself or for him to hear too. whatever it was, it didn't matter. the truth was out and the worst outcome has happened

shu yamino, your long time crush whom vox assured had mutual feelings, did not like you back. at least in the way you wished it could be

so you stand and take your phone with you, excusing yourself to the guest room for some much needed wallowing

continuation utc!

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: vox... Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hm? what's up love? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: he doesn't like me back... Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: oh dear Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: are you alright? do you need me to call you? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yes please

in a matter of seconds, your screen changes to vox who is ringing your phone. you pick it up immediately and you are surprised when the first both you and vox hear is your choked sob

"oh for goodness' sake, my dear, i wish i could come to you," vox's voice is soft to your ears, the comfort reaching your heart but the pain never failing to stay

"vox, it hurts," you sob quietly, covering your mouth so shu outside wouldn't have to hear you in your pathetic state. "it hurts so much..."

"y/n, love, i know, i know," the demon whispers.

and vox would understand, which is why he does know. you collapse onto the bed, but it doesn't feel comfy with the coarseness of the rejection scratching on your conscience

"i-i thought you said he had the same feelings?" you voice out, helplessly feeling betrayed by your demon friend. but you know too well that he didn't mean to lead you on like this.

vox sucks in a breath, "i know i did. and can i be honest with you?"

your lips quiver, but you manage to speak, "what?"

"i don't think... " he trails off and after waiting for a few seconds, it seems that vox had paused completely.

"vox?"

"oh, sorry. um, actually, never mind. y/n, how about you go get some rest? take your mind off of what happened today," but you could tell there was something vox was hiding from you. you wished to know what it was but your heart was too tired for this, so you hum quietly and close your eyes

terribly wishing everything was just a nightmare...

but it dawns on you that when you met shu in the morning, all he did was offer you a smile of a sympathy. he talked to you still, but the air between you two was not like it was before you confessed

half of you thought it was entirely your fault you'd ruin things between you and him

maybe not half... all of you

you couldn't even bear to be in the same room as shu anymore, not because you wish you didn't, more because you wanted to save shu the uncomfortable feeling of having you around

the conversations became shorter and you went out to eat rather than cook with shu at his house

the only real time you interacted with him was during your scheduled stream

which was only once tbh

you dreaded for the day you had to stream together again, but you wanted to give yourself some hope and try it out

perhaps it wasn't a good idea to be pushing away shu like this. maybe he still wants to be friends with you. after all you were the one worried he was going to do all the leaving and distancing

a smile of effort graced your lips when shu had you sit next to him, all equipment and assets at the ready

he returns your smile, like usual, but the stream went extremely awkward

you tried. you really did.

but whenever shu accidentally touched you, you couldn't help but shrink away. his friendly nicknames for you hurt more than it should've, reminding you of his rejection towards your feelings.

"i'm being childish, i can't treat him like this," you whisper to yourself, tears pricking at your eyes and your chest tearing apart.

but your heart. it felt like walking through a rain of fire if you stopped being "childish". burning every step of the way.

it felt as though walking either right or left brought you no fortune.

however staying where you were was not a choice either.

you tried to see the bright side. you tried to be more positive. you tried to forget the fact your long time crush and best friend did not have the same feelings as you and probably isn't looking at you the same way again.

yeah, still trying to forget that...

but when shu popped his head through your door, gently asking your hunched over figure if you were ready for today's stream, you couldn't bring yourself to say yes

you couldn't even stand up to look shu in the eye

so when he sees you shake your head, shu takes that as his cue to leave

did he really have no sense of remorse for you right now? did he really just try to brush off your confession like that and expect you to be okay immediately after?

it made you both angry and sad, frustrated even

but the thought of hating him was impossible

not when he still has your heart tight in his hands

you hear him greet chat from the other room and it seems that they've noticed your absence even though they've been promised you were going to make an appearance

shu sighs, telling them, "not today, chat. they... don't seem to be feeling well. i promise they'll be back soon though. they'll be okay in no time!"

if only it were that easy...

you curl up and hug the pillow to your chest, once again succumbing to the numb darkness of sleep even though it was still midday

when you awoke, everything is quiet. even shu was not making a sound around the house.

only your loud thoughts

you sigh and rub your eyes, "i should leave if i'm just going to be a burden to him..."

you get up and trotted your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to find something to quickly fill up your stomach. it didn't matter what it was really and shu said you could eat whatever you wanted from the fridge

"what's mine is yours in this house!" he announced the first day you arrived

a protein bar is what you see in the corner of the fridge and seeing it was the easiest and quickest to consume, you grab it, eat it without much time to be wasted and once again headed to bed because of the late hour

absolutely forgetting to check the expiry date on that protein bar

the morning came and so did sudden stomach cramps. you figured it was just some common occurrence that didn't need worrying so while you held your stomach, you heavily said hi to shu who noticed your physically hunched form

"hey--woah, you don't look too good... " he frowns, placing down his glass of water. you wave him off, looking for a glass of juice or milk or anything to stave it off, thinking it was just hunger since you weren't eating properly lately

shu doesn't attempt to approach yet, but when you began to hold your stomach even tighter as though something was clawing at you fiercely, he knew it was a good sign to worry after all

"hey, come on, don't deny it. you're actually looking a bit pale right now. let's sit you down, yeah?" he held your arms firmly, but you refuse to look at him

shu sighs, guiding you to the table anyway as he handed you your chosen drink

you take it, but after a few sips, you hastily put it away.

the sorcerer cocks an eyebrow up and notices you puffing your cheeks and sealing your lips shut, the lump in your throat very visible.

like you were holding something back...

then it clicks

"are you feeling nauseous?" he tries.

you inhale deeply, nodding slightly. "y-yeah. just a bit though i promise."

but knowing you, he doesn't want to believe you.

"come on, let's get you to the couch. i'll make you something to eat. drink some water to lessen the nausea," shu is practically ordering you around but with how empty your head was, nothing but the excruciating pain from you stomach cramps and slight lightheadedness

there wasn't much protesting to be done

you hum, bringing a glass of water with you as you plopped yourself down on the couch

shu watches you weakly bring yourself around, slouching and barely making a move even though wide awake

he doesn't waste much time in making breakfast for you and hands it over, fresh and hot

he offers you a single smile before realizing your eyes were closed, breathing through the mouth heavily

"hey, you okay? seriously, you don't look so good," he reaches over and gently brushes his fingers over your arm. but then you suddenly shiver at his light touch, your goosebumps raising underneath his skin and shrinking away like he'd hurt you

"c-cold," you mutter, bringing your knees to your chest to curl up even more.

"okay, let me get you a blanket. but please eat, alright? you haven't been eating, have you?" shu kneels down before you, hands away in fear he'll cause you more discomfort

"b-but i don't fe-feel like eating..." even despite days of not doing so too. shu notices of course and definitely thinks something is going on.

"nausea, lightheadedness, chills... " he mumbles, staring at your pale face. you don't want to make eye contact with him, not after everything and also because of how physically dazed you feel

"look at me for a sec?" shu asks you and he sees you hesitate. "please? i wanna make sure you're okay."

your fingers squeeze themselves before deciding to be brave. once your eyes met the purple ones of shu, you are reminded again why you fell in love with him

so kind and caring, always there for his friends

he gives you a soft beam and it momentarily helps numb your pain. "sorry if my hands are cold. i need to feel your forehead for a second."

you blink, then nod

shu raises his hand gently and presses it against your forehead. yes, it was cold. but now that you're prepared for it, your skin received shu better

the coolness brought some sense of relief after everything.

when he doesn't move for a few seconds, you look at him.

he was... staring at you, like there was something wrong on your face. but you tilt your head expectantly

"yo-you're a bit warm," he concludes, shaking his head and taking his hand off your forehead. "did you eat anything recently? from the fridge maybe?"

you recall last night. "just a protein bar i found."

"a protein bar--hold on," shu looks down at his lap to think, then his purple eyes fill with panic. "y/n, i think that was expired. i forgot to throw it out."

oh how splendid

"i think you have a stomach bug," shu diagnoses for you, getting off his knees and offering you his hand. but you only stare at it like you've never seen it before. you glance up at shu, who tells you, "come on, let's go to your room. we can't have you sick."

the worry on his brows, his bothered eyes. sigh.

you take his hand with a shaky one, but he grabs it steadily for you and slowly leads you to the guest room.

"lie down. i'll get you some more water and something simpler to eat," he eases you onto the mattress, tucking in the blankets into you and stacking up the pillows so you could sit up.

god this is why you loved him so much

"good, now don't go anywhere."

you suddenly feel something heavy atop your head, the pressure then moving side to side in the most gentle manner. you look up at shu and realize he's patting your head

when he too realizes what he's doing, he stops and red rushes to his cheeks.

"u-um, yeah, i'll go now," before stepping out the door, leaving you dazed and confused. and a bit angry.

he said he didn't feel the same. yet, why did he...?

as you stuff your head into the soft pillow waiting for shu, your phone vibrates from beside you

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hey love u doing okay? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: umm i ate something bad and now i have a stomach bug... Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: holy shit r u feeling okay? nauseous? chills? Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: does shu know? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yeah he was the one who diagnosed it actually Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: good to know. i trust shu can take care of you. he knows what he's doing Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: well i should leave you to get some rest. drink a lot and eat something okay? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: i will don't worry Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: oh and before i go Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: listen to what shu has to say okay? talk to him. i know you've been avoiding him but please do it just this once

huh?

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: um i don't even know what you're talking about, vox. he hasn't said anything to me Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: just do it okay? now go get some rest

seeing that he's not typing anymore, he's not going to elaborate anymore. so you put your phone to the side just as shu opens the door, seemingly carrying a tray of some water and bowl

he avoid eye contact with you as he places the tray down, handing you the glass of water and a bowl of soup

"something easier to eat for you," shu mumbles, also giving you a spoon. you nod in thanks, eating the hot meal even though it took you a while because of your cursed stomach bug

as you ate, shu had already pulled a chair to the bedside and sat on it, seemingly waiting for you

you notice how he's still not looking at you and playing with his fingers instead

he looked... nervous

"don't do that."

shu freezes and looks at you. "huh?"

you swallow your spoonful. "don't do that. you look nervous. so if you are, just say it."

he lets out a sigh, then gives you a defeated smile. "always have been able to read me like an open book, huh?"

you couldn't help but giggle, even if he broke your heart a few days ago. when was the time shu had made you laugh like this?

actually, realistically, it was about a week ago. but to you and your wounded heart, it felt like it had been years.

"well, at first i didn't want to bother you about it. you were avoiding me and stuff, so i figured you didn't want to talk about it, you know?" he began, scratching the back of his neck oddly.

you bite your lip.

"right," shu continues. "so i went to vox. he said to just suck it up and told me to bother you about it anyway."

you roll your eyes, "he said that, did he?"

the sorcerer chuckles. "exactly that."

you sigh, putting your spoon back into the bowl.

"anyway, so here i am. i... wanted to ask you about something."

eyebrows furrowed, you urge him to continue. "what is it?"

shu takes a visible heavy breath in, then exhales his thoughts, "what is it about me you like?"

like a truck, it hits you hard that you pretty much neglected to tell him that part of your confession. you redden up with embarrassment, clearing your throat.

"i-i see. give me a second," at your request, shu nods in permission.

you dig deep into your memories, from the time you first met shu, to when he first befriended you, to your first collab together, the late night talks about your future plans, to the first real life hug he gave you at his front door, all up until he made you laugh just a few minutes ago.

there was not a single moment in that long period of time that you fell out of love for shu yamino.

the answer ready in your head like a bulleted list, you glance up at shu. only to see him blushing as he kept watching you.

you ask, "something wrong, shu?"

upon being caught, he looks away and covers his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"uh," he stammers. "it's nothing."

you curl your lip, crossing your arms. "if you're not gonna answer me, i'm not gonna answer you."

at this, shu heaves a defeated sigh.

"fine. you were... smiling," he admits, turning away even more the more he said it. "it's just been a few days since you smiled at all. it caught me off guard."

his confession admittedly did too. your cheeks warm up while you clear your throat, "se-see? that wasn't so hard to say, right?"

but the sorcerer doesn't say anything.

"anyway, you asked me why i like you?" shu braves himself to raise his head and look you in the eye, nodding. "the fact that you're asking tells me that you don't realize how beautiful you are as a person, shu. you're so kind and caring, you know that? always there for you friends and helping them when they need his help almost at any time. while others would boast about having better wits, you take advantage of it and use it to help others."

you recall the first time you asked for shu's help on setting up your stream, the way he expertly showed you where everything was and wording them in a way you could immediately understand them.

"then you and i became friends. you sent me that meme for the first time, then i sent you more. you became my source of jokes at the time, always swapping jokes and memes.

"but then you let me ramble and rant to you about my bad day. you let me talk about anything with you. and when you did the exact same to me, i happily listened to you. in fact, i wished you could tell me more about it so i could comfort you and make you smile like you did to me. i realized you became safe space, shu. i realized that you were someone i didn't want to ever let go."

your chest begins to swell, your throat tightening and tears pricking at your eyes.

you press the back of your hand to keep them at bay. "i want to be there for you, shu. i want to live the selfish fantasy where i'm the one you go to for both the good and bad things that has happened."

but he let you know that you couldn't live such a fantasy

you sigh, "but you told me i wasn't the one for that kind of future with you. so, i hope you find someone who can. it may not be me, but that's alright. i just want you to be happy."

that's a lie. you wanted to be the one.

"i'm sorry," shu whispers.

you shake your head. i know shu, i know. i have to accept it.

"i'm so, so sorry."

wait, why did he sound like he was crying?

you remove your hands from your eyes and indeed find shu holding back his own sobs, visible tears running down his cheeks

your heart tore apart as your fingers ached to reach out to wipe away his sorrows, but with how things are, you limit your movements.

"h-hey, it's okay. i can learn to move on," you smile. "just don't cry, you're gonna make me cry even more..."

"it's not about that," he says, which makes you genuinely confused

"then what is it?"

"i was scared, y/n. so, so scared," shu puts his hand down and looks straight at you. his broken expression broke you too. "i was scared that my feelings aren't what i think they are."

"what you think they are?"

he nods, swallowing. "i was scared i'd mistake these feelings asjust platonic. i thought my affectionate thoughts were just because you were such a good friend to me. but as you said those things to me, i don't know if i can trust myself right now, y/n. i'm so scared. scared that i'll hurt you even more."

in the light, you see it.

shu was just scared all this time. his heart was terrified that he'd hurt you in the long term.

as he lets out another sob, you couldn't hold it anymore.

you lift your hand up and use your fingers to swipe away a single fallen tear from shu's cheek. this catches him off guard.

he smiles, "see? even though i was the one who hurt you, you still reach out to me and make me feel so safe. god, my heart is beating so fast."

"tell me what you want, shu," you say. shu stares at you for a few seconds. you press a finger to where his heart lies. "your heart. what does it want? take your time, i'll wait."

as long as it took him.

"what do i want?" he whispers, you nod. he hums, then releases your hand only to move it to your jaw. his free hand copying the gesture.

with your face held ever so gently by shu, your heart feels so much closer to his. may god damn shu if he was pulling your heartstrings for fun.

one of his fingers reaches your hair, then he brushes it gently, like he was situating himself with you. he comments, "soft."

for his sake, you don't say anything. though your heart and mind screamed excitedly.

then, shu lets go of your hair and takes a deep breath in, giving you a small smile. "can i kiss you?"

your heart leapt.

you nod, "yeah."

with your approval and a somewhat steady heart, shu closes his eyes and places his lips on yours.

god, you dreamed of this moment so many times already. lady fate would be too cruel to reveal to you that it was just some hilarious joke of hers.

you and shu formed a bond, different from that of what you usually have. it felt like you've revealed a hidden part of yourself to him, and him you.

on one side, relief washes over you. that kiss told you that everything was going to be alright. that tomorrow will be a good day.

on the other, fireworks explode, a triumphant feeling toppling over your being as it dawns on you repeatedly that shu was kissing you.

your fingers that have been lying still in your lap raise up and lightly feather across shu's. this prompts him to move closer to you.

like he wanted more. like he was not done.

you felt like crying all over again.

a few seconds later, shu slowly lets go of you, much to your dismay. but when you see his eyes are filled with tears, one full of joy instead of the previous grief, you don't complain as much.

he smiles, "so it is."

"wh-what is?" you ask

"i felt the spark. now i know this is what my heart wants."

"is it?" you whisper, joy lacing your soft voice

shu nods, leaning his forehead against yours. "this entire time. if you're so willing to try to this, i will too. i'm not scared anymore. thank you, y/n."

you let out a sob, but smiled as you went, "told you i couldn't leave you alone."

it was time to return home unfortunately. a few days ago, you would've thought coming home would do you and your once broken heart some good

at least now, you're taking shu's heart home with you too

"well, i should get going now," you look out the window to see your plane ready to take off soon. but with shu grasping your hand tightly, it prevented you from doing so

you giggle, shaking his hand. "come on now, i gotta go soon."

he frowns, only holding your hand much tighter. "but i'll miss you."

you sigh, letting go of your other hand that was holding your suitcase. you grab shu's chin and pulled him towards you, placing a single chaste kiss on his lips

he freezes, looking away immediately as his ears turn crimson.

another quality you discovered about shu. not too good with pda.

you claimed it was revenge for giving you a false negative.

"i'll see you again soon, i promise," you whisper.

the sorcerer looks at you once, his lips curling before finally (reluctantly) letting go of your hand. "fine... call me when you get home, okay?"

"i will," you giggle and walk on ahead waving, "i'll talk to you later, shu!"

he waves back, then puts his hands into the pocket of his jacket. "i look forward to it!"

"hold on, guys, my pizza's here!" you announce midstream, changing the screen to the waiting screen. you then dash out of your room to open the door for your food, grabbing a tip on the way

when you swing it open, you met not with a stranger holding your pizza box. rather a man with pale skin, purple eyes and his trademark yellow highlighted hair.

he gives you a smile with his v-shaped mouth, "didn't feel like leaving you alone too long."

a/n (2) : legit shed a couple of tears while writing this ;-;

Masterlist!

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galactic-pirates · 2 months

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For @deathtodickens for the 2024 @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange

The single shot cracked the air. So close. Myka knew they were in the right place. She charged through the doorway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Pete fire the Tesla, and the menacing suspect collapse to the ground, but she only had eyes for Helena. Helena who was shivering on the ground, literally blue, with her breath puffing like ice.

“Helena!”

Myka dropped next to her, scooping Helena into her arms. She radiated cold. Even her clothes felt frozen. “Artie!”

“The plank. She needs the plank.”

Pete dove for it - literally - and threw it to her. Myka wrapped Helena’s arms around it but nothing was happening. It wasn’t working!

“You can’t die, you can’t! I still owe you. Remember? Your grappler. Nobody had ever actually swept me off my feet before-“

Despairing Myka choked back a sob. Helena was still so cold. Had she been too late? She was always too late. Her eyes flickered to Artie and Pete who were looking anywhere but at them, doing that typical male shuffling that screamed they were uncomfortable. Well, bully for them, Helena was dying and Myka didn’t care if they were uncomfortable.

“Or swept me off my feet at all.” Myka’s throat bobbed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “You are infuriating, and charming, and you compel me like no-one else. I love you.”

Helena drew in a shuddering breath. Myka let out a half-cry, half-laugh of relief. Helena’s skin was finally pink, rather than that horrible icy blue. Myka closed her eyes in thanks. When she opened them she saw Pete and her cheeks burned. Awkwardly she moved away from Helena.

*****

The damp cold of an English winter, the sort of chill that got into her bones, was going to feel positively balmy after that experience. Slowly Helena released the plank, ready to scoop it back up and hug it so tight it became part of her if the icy fingers slipped over her again. They didn’t so Helena got to her feet, putting her on equal ground with the two Warehouse agents and… Myka.

Myka who had listened and cared, who had trusted her abilities to save Claudia - had trusted her. Myka was intelligent, and well-read, and strong and more of an equal than Helena had ever known. Myka who was like nobody she had ever met. Myka who had just said ‘I love you’. A sentiment she had inspired a time or two in a paramour, and always seen as a sign to cut ties. But she hadn’t even kissed Myka yet, that was no lust-addled confession it was… Helena peered over at Myka who was suddenly finding her shoes fascinating.

“You told me you loved me.”

“I… I…” Myka stuttered. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Yes.”

"While you thought I was dying in your arms."

“Yes”

"Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?"

Myka’s mouth fell open, her eyes widened.

“Although I suppose we could start with a date and see where the evening takes us.” Helena winked, and Myka’s blush somehow deepened. Helena turned and raised an eyebrow at Artie. “What, no sarcastic comments?”

He shrugged. “You did just save my life.” His eyes flickered to Myka. “The Regents will decide what to do with you.” He pressed his lips together. “I’ll need to make arrangements for our Russian friend, and for shipping all these artifacts back to the Warehouse.”

Artie took two steps to the door and then turned. He held out his hand in mute demand. Pete stared at him for a moment before scrambling to give Artie his bag. Pete then dithered before producing a set of cuffs, and hauling Helena’s groggy would-be murderer to his feet.

“Hey, Myk’s-“

“Not now Pete.”

“Yup.” Pete frogmarched Ivan out.

Then it was just the two of them and Artie’s parting shot of the looming threat of the Regents. Still Helena had planned for this. Well not this but a return to the Warehouse. It was a roll of the dice but she was confident they wouldn’t bronze her again, or at least that wasn’t a possibility she had seriously considered. Rebronzing would mean failure, and she couldn’t fail, the plan was all she had left.

Helena swallowed, thinking of Warehouse 2 slumbering under the sand, and of her darling Christina, her shell contained in a much too tiny iron box with a very special handle attached. Then she looked at Myka. Correction, all she had thought she had left.

Perhaps it was time for a new plan. The old plan had never expected Myka Bering. Yes, a new plan, and maybe even a new goal. That better world she had lost hope in ever seeing? Would likely not be found at the tip of a trident.

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