#E for Endless Torment

[program-the-techwing]

E= Endless Torment

Sorry Dream but it happened to be your turn and E is for endless torment so sorry cinnamon roll. Please don’t hurt anymore Dream.

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//ooc posting: I NEED to find more fun/silly things to do with my two they are Not meant to be all agony all the time I swear- I just have a penchant for the dramatic and they're a little in the torment nexus o(-< but on god they will Have Fun too

[unjustgalaxy]

kash unjustgalaxy cant have SHIT (my drawing tablet stopped working. what if i exploded)

[jaellyfishh]

RIDE YOUR HIGH

paige x azzi

content: fluff, mostly smut

word count: 2.9K

notes: i started writing this on a whim. i haven’t written anything since 2014 or something, but currently wcbb is my hyperfixation and i love these two girls with all my heart! (this may probably have grammatical errors)

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“Take care of the house, alright girls?”, Katie Fudd shouted by the main door of the house, before stepping outside hand in hand with her husband and closing it shut behind them.

“We will!”, Paige and Azzi harmoniously responded while putting away the last couple of Tupperware containers into their respective places beneath the kitchen counter and in the fridge, after the pair had their dinner.

Their summer had only just began two days ago and Paige and Azzi had planned to spend a short two weeks in Azzi’s hometown before indulging in their comprehensive itinerary together for the rest of the summer, which included a cruise trip. Azzi’s parents also had plans of their own, booking a hotel resort for four days after a year of non-stop working. At the same time, Jose and Jon had planned short summer trips with their respective friends in neighbouring towns. In an empty house, except for the pair, it was for certain everybody was itching for their much-needed time to unwind.

Paige noticed Azzi putting the last plastic container into the base cabinet and slowly made her way towards her back. The six-foot blonde gently snaked her hands around the younger girl’s waist, startling Azzi intially, before realising what was happening and relaxing into her girlfriend’s chest. Paige rested her chin on Azzi’s left shoulder, leaving slow, meaningful kisses on her neck and proceeding to hold her a fraction tighter. The both of them hummed simultaneously as Azzi turned her head slightly so that Paige was in her view.

“Hey, big head,” Azzi joked, a grin etched on her face. Paige halted her peppered pecks on the younger girl’s neck.

“Way to ruin the mood. And, for your information, we concluded the big head was you,” Paige scoffed, her eyebrows raised playfully as they both retracted their heads from each other, now fully in each other’s sight.

“Alright, alright. Agree to disagree,” Azzi rolled her eyes, the grin still on her face as she dismissed Paige’s protest.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Paige said incredulously before quickly squeezing Azzi’s ribs with an intention to torment the girl with tickles.

“Hey!” Azzi erupted into a fit of giggles, followed by Paige, as they now face each other and fight against their attacks in the quiet kitchen, arms displaying a semblance of two cats fighting. Before it could escalate into an endless battle of who dominates who, Paige tightly gripped Azzi’s wrists. When their movements stopped altogether, the faint sounds of their pants echoed around the empty house. The older girl looked deeply into Azzi’s eyes, scanning her girlfriend’s face and internally ogling at how every feature sat perfectly. Azzi was art to Paige. The taller girl took a small step closer, switched her hands back onto Azzi’s waist like it was home and closed their distance. Paige bent down by a little just so her lips were by Azzi’s ear.

“You know, I think we should spend this energy doing something else,” Paige whispered suggestively before planting small kisses on Azzi’s earlobe, knibbling on it, before running them down to perfectly reach the sweet spot that Paige knew all too well, like second nature; the simple curvature between Azzi’s neck and shoulder. Paige cemented her lips in the familiar area, which elicited a soft moan that escaped through Azzi’s breath. Paige, ever-the-more hungry, held her girlfriend tighter and continued sucking on the spot with intention, making sure a mark was made.

“P, let’s go to my room,” Azzi breathed out with much effort as she could not contain the warmth growing below her. Paige retracted her head back so she could look into Azzi’s eyes, both seeing an alarming degree of thirst and lust swirling in each other’s pupils. Paige took Azzi’s hand and intertwined them as they headed out of the kitchen, walking up the stairs towards the shorter girl’s room.

As Paige opened the door, making their way into Azzi’s room, a wave of nostalgia and longing was felt unconsciously. The childhood bedroom - the room where it all started. Where they pined for each other during their first heartfelt conversation as best friends, where they confessed to each other after Azzi first admitted her feelings for Paige over the summer of lockdown, where they had their first kiss, and where they had sex for the first time as a junior/sophomore at UConn. Every part of their romantic journey started in this room and it only made their heart grow fonder as they continued to kiss longingly.

Paige held Azzi delicately, as if cautious not to drop a glass item, while Azzi’s arms were wrapped around Paige’s neck, deepening their kiss. With one hand, the taller girl closed the door behind them. They moved together towards Azzi’s desk, the main board, usually filled with books, pencils and a laptop that were now tucked away, left only with picture frames of the pair’s shared memories together. Their lips never left one another as they grew hungry for each other, both soliciting whimpers and moans. Paige lifted Azzi and was propped comfortably on her desk. Their lips detached for just this moment. Paige’s arms were planted on the desk and guarded both sides of Azzi, while the brown eyed girl placed her hands on Paige’s cheeks, both staring lovingly at each other.

“I like the way you hold me,” Azzi whispered as if in a dream state while caressing Paige’s cheeks. “You make me feel safe. You make me forget every negative thought I have about how I played during a game, about my fears of not being good enough for the team…or for you”.

As Azzi’s words traveled towards what seemed like a potential downward spiral of pessimism, Paige placed her hands back on Azzi’s waist.

“Az. You’re always enough, you’re even more than enough,” Paige eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes almost welling up. “You’re not trying to be perfect for your team or for me… you’re just perfectly you. You play because you trust yourself and your team. And you love me the way you always have. We would never expect anything different.”

Azzi scanned her girlfriend’s face in awe while a single tear fell from hereyes, which Paige swiftly wiped away. The blue eyed girl pecked Azzi’s lips before looking to see if her girlfriend was in the right headspace.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m getting emotional and over-thinking right now. Our summer just started… I guess I’ll be on my period soon,” Azzi softly laughed at her reason as Paige closed her eyes and chuckled.

“Azzi, don’t think about any of that when you’re with me, okay?” Paige’s eyebrows tented while she looked intensely at Azzi, anticipating for a response from her girlfriend. The curly haired girl nodded and gave Paige a reassuring smile before wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck once more, pulling her even closer.

“I’ll make you feel better, baby,” Paige lowly hummed and darted her lips onto Azzi’s, more soft moans escaping from the younger girl. The kiss was slow and steady, allowing them to be in rhythm with their bodies and to place their arms in perfect position. Paige tilted her head, in which Azzi responded by opening her lips wider for Paige’s tongue to explore. The pace of their tongues ran between quick and slow, tangling in each other and wetting both their lips. Amidst the steamy make out session, Paige’s right hand traveled towards Azzi’s centre where the warmth was increasingly felt. Without a second to waste, Paige rubbed her hand onto Azzi’s clit, which was double gated by the fabric of her underwear and sports shorts. Azzi let out a louder moan in between their kisses.

“You’re so wet down there, girl,” Paige mumbled in amusement while her lips traveled to Azzi’s jawline, giving each other a moment to breathe, her right hand still rubbing rhythmically on Azzi’s centre.

“Fuck, Paige, I need to take it off,” Azzi squirmed in her place, her frame still being guarded by Paige’s hand placements. Azzi lifted herself slightly from the desk to remove her bottom attire as Paige bit her own lower lip trying to take them off. The shorts and underwear were tossed to the side so quickly before they resumed fervently to their french kissing. Paige, with direct access to Azzi’s clit, rubbed it with her middle and ring fingers, the slick lubricating the area. Azzi resorted to uneven huffs, small bouts of edging from just a singular action.

“Babe, not too soon. I’ve only just started,” Paige reminded in between sloppy kisses on her girlfriend’s neck.

Before Azzi knew it, Paige slid her fingers into her causing Azzi to slump faintly into them. Paige grunted at her own actions and at the sight of Azzi in a vulnerable state. Paige’s long fingers moved in a rhythmic nature in and out of the younger girl causing an eruption of melodic moans sounding across the room. With more need to satisfy her curly haired girlfriend, Paige then went down on her knees, her torso at a perfect height for her lips to close into Azzi’s clit. Just as her tongue was about to touch Azzi’s entrance, the brown eyed girl grabbed quickly onto Paige’s head and pulled her even closer.

Damn, Paige thought as she realised how needy her girlfriend was. Paige’s tongue danced on Azzi’s folds, as if emulating their french kiss earlier. Up, down, in, out. Not a beat missing as Paige moans into her girlfriend, who was riding her high.

“Ugh, don’t stop, baby. Just like that,” Azzi exasperated as her arms gripped tighter on Paige’s head, rocking her hips onto her face in matching rhythm.

“Mmm, you like that, princess?” Paige looked up at her girlfriend while her own body heated up, her fingers and tongue moving faster in tandem as she sucks on her folds.

Moans and whimpers started becoming more and more erratic as the motion of Paige’s fingers and tongue did not seem to stop. Soon, Azzi’s moaning in particular started escalating to a short-note, ascending pitch; usually an indication for Paige that she was about to cum. Paige timely curled her fingers in more.

“Paige, I’m gonna-“ Azzi exclaimed, bringing her head backwards, still gripping onto her girlfriend’s head. Meanwhile, there was no sign of Paige stopping until Azzi came. And on Azzi’s loudest moan, a wave of orgasm vibrated through the younger girl’s body and a fair amount of ejaculation poured out of Azzi. Paige moaned and made sure to lick and swallow every bit that had come out.

“You’re so hot,” Paige smirked before getting up, licking her lips and bringing her thumb to remove the cum around her mouth that her tongue could not reach. Azzi smiled, her eyes slightly closed after her first orgasm of the night. Without hesitation, the younger girl removed her top, revealing her bare chest and, thus, fully exposing her naked body to her entranced girlfriend.

“Paige, stop staring and take your damn clothes off,” Azzi commanded. Shaking her head from a hypnotised state, the blonde chuckled and followed suit. She crossed her arms and latched onto the lower hem of her shirt before taking it off sexily, making Azzi bite her inner cheeks - a sight she will never get tired of seeing. Paige then proceeded to untie and take off her black checkered basketball shorts (which she had bought a matching blue pair for Azzi) and her boxer shorts, tossing them into the dark corner of Azzi’s room.

“Mmm, you’re so fine, babe,” Azzi said in a sultry tone before jumping out of her desk and wrapping her arms yet again on her girlfriend’s neck while smiling in satisfaction. A red tint developed onto Paige’s cheeks as she smiled gingerly, wrapping her arms around Azzi’s waist.

“Let me ride you,” Azzi seductively whispered into her girlfriend’s ear, her breath tickling. Paige looked at Azzi in pure lust, biting her lips.

Their expressions at each other turned more dark, their stares searching for more. Azzi turned Paige around and guided her towards her bed, making sure that when Paige felt the edge of her covers behind her knees, Azzi could gently lay her on her back. The taller girl then used her elbows to scoot herself towards the pillows and head board, while Azzi was on her knees following Paige up the bed. Once Paige stopped moving, Azzi continued moving up, having Paige in between her legs until she reached the blonde’s centre and straddled her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Paige placed her hands on Azzi��s waist, rubbing small circles with her thumb and letting out a small whistle, making Azzi roll her eyes playfully. Soon, Azzi bent forward with her back slightly arched and her arms propped on either side of Paige, keeping herself steady.

Without a moment to waste, Azzi started grinding in circular motions over Paige’s clit.

“Oh, fuck,” Paige gasped at the quick arousal. The entire moment all-encompassing of making her head spin, especially seeing Azzi’s seductive expression as she slowly rode her. Paige also moved her hips in rhythm, a slow burn in both their centres. Their movement continued with their eyes locked in, but Azzi needed more from her girlfriend. She knew how quick Paige makes her feel satisfied and always wanted to reciprocate.

Azzi quickened her motion gradually, eliciting moans and whimpers from Paige, who seemed to already be troubled with pleasure. The brown eyed girl then bent down even more and started sucking on Paige’s breast, while massaging the opposite.

“Az, oh god,” the sight was overwhelming for Paige, but in a good way. Azzi smirked in her sloppy make out session with Paige’s breast, before using her tongue to tickle her nipple in unintelligible ways. The sensation caused Paige to bend her head backwards as she caressed Azzi’s ass, the arousal creeping up.

“I’ll ride you like a cowgirl,” Azzi cheekily uttered before placing a wet kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. The curly haired girl then sat up started lightly grinding up and down and in circular motions, making enough movement for Paige to let out uneven gasps and whimpers. This prompted Azzi to then bounce on Paige’s clit while moaning loudly herself, aggravating her girlfriend’s state of mind and wanting her to beg to continue.

“You’re making me go crazy, baby,” Paige exhaled in frustration, her hands travelling up towards Azzi’s breast and massaging it synchronously with Azzi’s motion. Paige starting groaning as Azzi’s clit against hers sent electrical waves down her spine. Without missing a beat, Azzi removed herself from Paige’s clit, so she could bend down and envelope her girlfriend’s pussy in her mouth. Paige promptly bent her knees, feet flat on the bed, as Azzi held her thighs. The lust-filled Azzi started licking Paige’s folds and inserting her tongue into her entrance in a faster tempo, continuing the high from tribbing. Her fingers rubbing up and down in alternate patterns with her mouth, making a chaotic, but systematic routine for Paige to climax off of.

“Come for me, baby,” Azzi moaned while her fingers started rubbing Paige’s clit even faster. Paige gently grabbed Azzi’s head, rubbing her pussy on Azzi’s nose and lips while her whimpers grew louder.

“Fu- uck,” Paige groaned and closed her eyes, bewitched by the sensation and thought of a perfect princess being able to frazzle her mind and control her in many ways. In just a few seconds, Paige’s own fluids came out, surprising Azzi with a couple of squirts as the curly haired girl continued inserting into her in a curled direction, savouring the last few seconds of Paige’s orgasm. Just like that, Paige ejaculated the remainder into Azzi’s hands, letting out her loudest moan of the night. In a satisfied hum, Azzi licked her fingers clean and got out of position, laying herself beside her girlfriend. The pair brought themselves closer into a cuddle.

“I’d rate that an eleven out of ten,” Paige joked, her arm snaking under Azzi’s head, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her forehead.

“What the hell, so we’re rating our sex now? But, thanks, I knew I was better,” Azzi teased before pecking her girlfriend's cheeks. Paige chuckled, then furrowed her eyebrows.

“Wait, what does that mean? So, mine wasn’t good enough?” Paige questioned in disbelief, her neck shifting to look at Azzi fully. The younger girl laughed contagiously as she gripped her girlfriend’s waist, bringing them closer.

“It’s not like that. I think I give more variety. Like, you just like eating me out. Which I’d still rate highly-,” Paige scoffed in interruption to Azzi’s words. She shifted her body even closer so that their faces were only millimetres apart.

“Oh yeah? What if bring in the strap? Then what? Huh?” Paige retorted in a whisper, their light argument emulating that of high schoolers.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that. I remember the first time we used it, I was more aroused by how good it looked on you than anything else. Too fine…” Azzi continued teasing while staring at Paige in a trance and tracing her fingers along her girlfriend’s jawline, remembering the image of Paige with a black strap on with a pink dildo. The blonde grew more confident and annoyingly egotistical with her next words.

“Oh, I thought I, and quoted by Azzi Fudd, fucked you’re brains out. And, if I recall, you couldn't stop talking about it for days - "Paige, Paige, can we do it again? Pretty please? Oh my god, you were a beast," the older girl mocked her girlfriend in exaggeration, Azzi's mouth left agape followed by slapping her girlfriend's exposed arm.

"Okay, now you're just making stuff up," shook her head with a grin.

"So you were really not satisfied with everything after that, huh?” Paige raised her eyebrows, her eyes flicking to Azzi’s chest as they were still both naked.

“And what if I said I wasn’t?” Azzi played along, clasping Paige’s jaw and peppering the side of her mouth with kisses.

“I’d like to have a satisfied customer,” Paige hurriedly got out of the bed and made her way to the many boxes hidden in the corner of Azzi’s closet. Azzi couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of an adamant Paige rummaging through the thousand of boxes where the strap hid secretively.

[yourownutopia]

Chapter 2

Shadowborn ( a jin woo x reader story)

When the Shadow Monarch adds you to his ranks, he has no idea what he's in for. Not only are you uncontrollable, but you also harbor a secret that even the System keeps hidden from him. As he searches for a way to bring you under control, it becomes clear that your existence exposes a flaw in the perfect structure of the shadows—one that no one could have foreseen. Why don’t you yield to his will, and more importantly, why doesn’t the System want you to remember? [Jin Woo x fem! shadow! reader]

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Chapter Index :

[Prologue], [1] [2ʰᵉʳᵉ] [3]

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Song: Shadowborn - Hiroyuki Sawano

Calm before the storm - It's me they all are coming for

Be my shadowborn

We're back to take the pain - My soul is indestructible

I steal you from the grave - So cursed to be a slave

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Make sure to read the previous Chapters!

Notes: I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes or if I sometimes use incorrect word

and a little note about the pacing, which I’m adjusting slightly for the story’s sake. We are currently playing at the time AFTER the Architect Arc, but Jin Woo’s mother has not yet awakened~ Jin Woo has received his second heart and has killed the Architect. Now enjoy!

Chapter 2: Loyality

White.

endless white.

It was all that surrounded her, a brightness so intense that even with her eyes closed, it was all she could see.

“[Y/N].”

Who is that? Who is [Y/N]?

“[Y/N]...” the soft, gentle voice repeated, its tone cautious yet soothing. It carried warmth, as though it alone could shield her from every evil in the world, yet delicate enough to pierce through her soul.

“[Y/N], you must be careful.”

Was the voice speaking to her? [Y/N]… that was her name, wasn’t it?

The voice was calm, steady—but tinged with a faint worry, almost like a warning.

Be careful? Of what?

But [Y/N] couldn’t answer. It felt like a massive weight was pressing on her chest, pinning her down and robbing her of breath. Still, the voice seemed to understand what she was thinking without her saying a word.

“You must be careful. He will—” The voice began again, but suddenly, the warmth surrounding her shattered. Something powerful, something dark, tore through the serene light, driving it back.

No…

The ominous presence invaded her, suffocating the light and the warmth, forcing them to retreat.

No, don’t leave me… don’t leave me alone with him.

The dark aura pressed against everything, smothering every trace of life, every fragile spark of hope.

When the darkness reached her, she jolted awake, her eyes snapping open.

“No!” she screamed, her voice echoing as her body shot upright. She found herself sitting on cold, unyielding stone.

Her panicked gaze darted around, searching desperately for the darkness that had tried to consume her. Her chest rose and fell erratically, lungs straining for air as though she’d just run a marathon.

Her body reacted instinctively as the hand of the young Shadow Monarch reached toward her. She lashed out, but her panicked strike was intercepted. Jin-Woo’s firm grip caught her wrist effortlessly.

Her glowing [E/C] eyes locked with his steely gray ones. His expression had softened, his features gentler than before.

“Easy now,” he said, his voice calm and grounding.

The sound of his voice reached her, pulling her gradually back into reality.

“Wha—” she began, but then it hit her. The memories came rushing back. She flinched as though bracing herself for the pain she’d expected—but it didn’t come.

Jin-Woo studied her silently, his calm gaze sweeping over her. There were no signs of pain now—only lingering shadows of whatever torment her memories had inflicted. What could she have seen?

Even as he convinced himself he’d severed his emotions for strangers long ago, a flicker of concern betrayed him.

[Y/N]’s thoughts slowly cleared as her breathing evened out. She found herself staring at the young Shadow Monarch.

She was still breathing irregularly, her eyes wide with panic. But when her gaze met his face, the cool gray of his eyes worked a strange magic on her frayed nerves. It was as if his calmness dictated her own. If he was at ease, she could be too—because as long as he remained composed, everything was alright. Right? Where did this feeling come from?

It was an inexplicable sensation, gnawing at the edges of her mind, as though his very presence served as an anchor, a safe harbor amidst the chaos.

What had happened?

She’d been trying to remember… and then she’d collapsed.

Realizing what she had almost done, her eyes widened. She quickly pulled her hand from his gentle grip, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush.

How embarrassing—especially after all the blunt truths she’d thrown at him earlier.

Her mouth opened to say something, but only a weak croak emerged. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

Jin-Woo sighed, as though resigned, and retrieved a water bottle from his inventory.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to her.

Her confused [E/C] eyes flicked up to meet his.

“Drink,” he said again, more firmly this time.

Hesitant, she accepted the bottle. The cool liquid soothed her parched throat, earning a small, contented sigh.

“Sorry,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

Jin-Woo wasn’t entirely sure what she was apologizing for—there were plenty of things she could be sorry about, after all.

For her part, [Y/N] felt guilty for lashing out at him, even if half-heartedly. Even the system had recognized she hadn’t truly meant to harm him—no notification like the one she’d seen in her first moments in this world had appeared.

“How long… was I out?” she asked nervously, handing the bottle back to him. Jin-Woo took it and rose to his feet with a sigh.

“About twelve hours,” he replied evenly.

Her face fell in disbelief.

“Twelve hours?!”

She stared at him, but the black-haired hunter’s expression remained unreadable. He gave no sign of joking.

A tense silence followed, broken only when a faint chuckle escaped his lips.

“More like twenty minutes,” he clarified, his tone lighter now.

[Y/N] looked equally relieved and offended.

“You—” she started indignantly, but her protest fizzled out as she realized the tension from earlier had completely dissipated. He’d gotten her good.

“For a moment, you really had me,” she admitted, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. Deciding not to dwell on it, she pushed herself to her feet.

Her sudden movement alarmed Jin-Woo, who instinctively readied himself to catch her if she fell.

“You should rest a bit longer,” he advised as she stretched.“I’m fine,” she assured him, rolling her shoulders experimentally. She seemed to be testing for any lingering pain but found none.

Still, she was a little surprised by his concern for her well-being.

Jin-Woo observed her closely, but there were no visible signs of exhaustion. If she said she was fine, that was good enough for him. The sooner he could return home, the better. Jinha was planning to stay with Song Yi until he got back, but he didn’t want to leave her alone for too long.

Without a word, he stepped forward, picked up his rolled-up coat, and, with a swift motion, shook it out and slipped it back on.

[Y/N] watched him from the corner of her eye. That’s right… her head had been resting on something soft. Had it been his coat? Why was he being so kind? Did he have an ulterior motive?

A brief, skeptical glance—before she let out an almost imperceptible sigh. This man…he confused her.

 Her thoughts drifted back to the dream. Just moments ago, it had been so vivid in her mind, yet now the voice that had spoken to her—the voice that had warned her—was already fading.

Only the lingering terror, the icy grip that had shot through her veins before she woke up, remained like a faint veil over her heart.

Speaking of which… heartbeat?

Almost instinctively, she placed a hand over her chest.

A quiet but powerful rhythm pulsed against her palm.

Ba-dump.

[Y/N] froze. She hadn't noticed it. She was sure that it wasn't there when Jin Woo had made her a Shadow Solidier.

The sensation was foreign, impossible. Shadows didn’t have heartbeats. They didn’t have warmth, breath, or anything remotely human. And yet—

Ba-dump.

It was there. Steady. Real. Hers.

A strange warmth spread through her chest, chasing away the ever-present emptiness she hadn’t even realized was there. It wasn’t just an echo or an illusion. It was life.

Her fingers trembled as she pressed harder against her ribs, almost afraid the sensation would disappear, that it was just another trick of this strange existence she found herself in. But no—the beat remained. A quiet, steady thrum that resonated through her entire being.

She had never thought about it before, never questioned what it truly meant to be. But now, with each pulse, she felt something awakening inside her. Something terrifying. Something human.

“I couldn’t hear it before,” Jin-Woo admitted suddenly, her mind went back to reality.

[Y/N] turned her head toward him, realizing only now that he had already turned back to face her.

Jin Woo had first noticed it the moment she lost consciousness.

At first, he thought he had imagined it—the faint, rhythmic sound that pulsed through the silence. It had been so unexpected, so wrong, that he almost dismissed it entirely.

But as the minutes passed, he realized it was real. A heartbeat. Slow, steady, and undeniably there.

Shadows didn’t have heartbeats. He knew that better than anyone. None of his soldiers had ever shown signs of life beyond the mana that sustained them. No breath, no warmth, no pulse. And yet, the moment she collapsed, hers had become unmistakable.

Even now, half an hour later, the memory of it lingered in his mind, gnawing at his thoughts. He had checked so many times before, searching for any trace of what made her different. There had been nothing. Just an empty void where mana should be.

She was just as confused as he was.

He saw it in the way her fingers curled against her chest, the way her eyes widened as if she could hardly believe it herself. The moment realization dawned on her, when she pressed her palm to her ribs and felt—he didn’t miss the look on her face.

Amazement. Disbelief. Something close to fear. She wasn’t supposed to have a heartbeat. But she did. And neither of them knew what it meant.

“Oh,” [Y/N] muttered.

Before she could spiral into overthinking, the black-haired man abruptly cut her off.

Jin Woo watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable. He could see the questions forming in her mind, the way her brows knit together, lost in thought. But he wasn’t about to let that happen. Not again.

“We can think about it later,” he said, his voice firm. “For now, we move.”

The last time she had gotten too caught up in her thoughts, the system had punished her without mercy. And as much as he tried to ignore it, something about the way her face contorted in pain didn’t sit right with him.

A bit confused by how quickly he had dismissed the topic, [Y/N] simply nodded and followed the Shadow Monarch through the open archway leading further into the depths.

Blue crystals shimmered along the ceiling, their soft glow the only source of light in the vast darkness.

The dim blue radiance bathed the cavern in an eerie, dreamlike glow. [Y/N] had spent so much time enveloped in darkness that the sight of the glowing crystals stirred something warm within her. She stopped for a brief moment, simply taking in the beauty before her.

“They’re beautiful,” she murmured in quiet fascination.

Jin-Woo glanced at her, then followed her gaze to the crystals above.

Beautiful?

To him, this was nothing new—nothing special. Just another cave, another dungeon. Something he had long stopped paying attention to.

But now, as his gray eyes took in the sight through her perspective, he noticed it too.

The soft blue light guiding them through the shadows, the gentle pulse of magic within the crystals—it was almost… mesmerizing.

The mana they radiated was tangible, yet he hadn’t acknowledged it in ages.

Endless raids, constant battles, and the relentless pursuit of strength had occupied his mind for so long that he had forgotten how surreal all of this truly was. As a child, he had devoured fantasy novels, enchanted by their worlds. Now, he was living in one.

The brutality, the fights, the title of Shadow Monarch—it had all consumed him, leaving little room for anything else.

For just a fleeting second—a single heartbeat—his lips twitched upward. Then, he averted his gaze and continued forward, [Y/N] close behind.

This time, the silence between them wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable. It was peaceful.

[Y/N] didn’t know how or why, but she felt as if she understood him just a little better.Earlier, she had caught a glimpse—just a spark—of the person behind the mask he wore. There was more to him than the cold, detached demeanor he projected. His earlier fury had been just a drop in the ocean, yet it was proof enough that he still had humanity left in him. Something [Y/N] hadn’t been so sure about at first.

Slowly but surely, the cavern around them began to change.

The clusters of glowing crystals became sparser, the once-close walls expanded outward, and the ceiling stretched higher and higher—until it vanished into the shadows above, beyond sight. The moment the scenery shifted, [Y/N] felt it too. Her sense of calm wavered.

Whether it was instinct or something more supernatural, she couldn’t tell.

But her body reacted before her mind could even process it—before Jin-Woo himself showed any signs of noticing.

His eyes followed her precise movements as she leaped, effortlessly kicking the three monstrous spiders that had dropped from the ceiling, sending them flying several meters away. Suddenly, he sensed her mana flare up—the aura surrounding her.

It wasn’t much, but not because she lacked it. No, she had perfect control.

She used only as much as she needed, with no wasted energy, no unnecessary exertion. This level of mana control was difficult even for high-ranking Hunters, a clear indication that she had to be strong.

His eyes widened—surprised, yet impressed. Suddenly, she seemed far less helpless, more assured in her actions, more certain of herself.

[Y/N] landed almost soundlessly in Front of Jin-Woo, her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at the spiders that had recovered and now hissed aggressively.

“How dare you,” she hissed, her voice laced with contempt.

She couldn’t explain where this feeling came from, but the moment she sensed Jin-Woo was in danger—even though he could have easily handled the attack—it was as if something primal had ignited within her.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, not a thought she had formed—it had simply been there. A deep-seated instinct coursing through her entire being, as if it was an inherent part of her existence.

Jin-Woo was strong—stronger than anything she could imagine. He didn’t need protection. And yet, she felt it in every fiber of her being—that she had to safeguard him. It wasn’t just a reflex. It was something bigger, more powerful—an unshakable certainty that she would stand between him and any danger, no matter the cost. She had no choice.

Jin-Woo, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her tone, the coldness in her voice, now found himself staring at the back of her head. He was used to his shadows protecting him when he summoned them, when he commanded them to. But her?

He studied her with a calm expression, but for a brief moment, he paused. It wasn’t the act of protection that surprised him—that was the nature of a shadow. But the way she did it was different.

He clearly remembered how she had challenged him at the start, how little she had seen herself as part of his army. And now? She was standing in Front of him, protecting him from monsters without hesitation.

He said nothing, showed nothing—but deep down, he was taken aback.

[Y/N] readied herself to intercept the next attack.

She didn’t know why or how, but she knew exactly what to do. As if the knowledge and movements were buried deep within her, as if her body instinctively remembered how to fight.

The spiders weren’t particularly strong, but the fact that they had gone unnoticed until the last second suggested they had some sort of mana-suppressing ability.

Within five minutes, [Y/N] had dispatched the three monsters, her movements graceful yet deadly, effortless.

When she was done, she turned to Jin-Woo, who had been silently watching her with wide eyes. Her [E/C] irises gleamed.

“Are you planning to take root there?” she teased, an amused smirk on her lips as she took in his stunned expression. A deep sense of satisfaction settled within her—she had caught him off guard, even if only slightly. Then, without another word, she turned and walked ahead.

Jin-Woo blinked before sighing in defeat. This woman…

“Wait.”

His voice made her pause mid-step. She turned her head slightly. “Hmm?”

Jin-Woo stepped closer, scrolling through his inventory, searching for something suitable.

“This should do,” he murmured when something caught his attention.

A long, blue-white dagger materialized in his hand, crackling with electric-blue sparks.

The intricate engravings were elegant, the blade sharp and expertly crafted.

“Try it,” he said, his gray eyes lingering on her face for a moment longer than necessary, catching the flicker of uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if she could use it properly, but he was curious—just how strong was she?

“Here,” he said, handing her the weapon. [Y/N] accepted it, the cool metal feeling lighter than expected.

A small, transparent window popped up the moment she gripped the dagger, and a surge of mana coursed through her body. Her stats increased.

[Baruka’s Dagger]

Rarity: A-Rank

Type: Dagger

Attack +110

Agility +10

After a moment of hesitation, she stepped away from Jin-Woo, putting some distance between them—just in case she accidentally hit him or something.

She held the dagger in her dominant hand, the hilt fitting snugly in her palm. It felt right.

[Y/N] inhaled deeply, positioning herself to test the weapon.

She felt a pulse beneath her fingertips, as if the dagger itself anticipated serving her.

Jin-Woo watched. Maybe she was fast, but weapon expertise? He had his doubts.

[Y/N] focused her mana flow, channeling it into the weapon. The dagger pulsed with her energy, the blade glowing, emitting a bright white light that illuminated the cavern. The electricity and power in the air were palpable as she lunged forward, slicing through the air with precision.

The gust from her movements sent ripples through Jin-Woo’s cloak, strands of his hair shifting as the intense light reflected in his eyes.

[Y/N] felt the power with every swing, the effortless energy release. It felt natural—almost instinctual, as if she had done this all her life.

When she landed, there was a moment of silence and darkness before the slashes she had unleashed struck the cave walls in delayed succession, carving deep gashes into the solid rock.

She followed up with a few less forceful strikes, adjusting to the weapon’s feel.

Jin-Woo’s eyes widened.

This sensation… It reminded him of when he had first sent Igris into battle. Back then, the Blood-Red Commander had been stronger than him—his sheer power had left Jin-Woo in awe. It was the same now.

A slight concern flickered in his mind. Her strength… It was impressive, but it could also be dangerous. Her power, combined with her own will, could become a serious issue down the line.

But in that moment, all of that was forgotten when she suddenly turned to him, her eyes shining bright with Joy.

"Well?" she asked, a look of innocence on her face. Her voice was a few octaves higher than before, playful and slightly triumphant.

Her [E/C]-colored eyes glowed, reflecting the newfound fire within her.

"Not bad," he commented, his voice unchanged.

As [Y/N] wondered if that was all he had to say, Jin Woo found himself thinking about whether he should have her face off against Igris. Who was stronger between the two of them?

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when an heavy, suffocating presence washed over them, thick with dark energy.

The mana radiating from it was almost unlike anything [Y/N] had ever felt—disturbing, almost oppressive. It crawled under her skin, a constant pressure against her chest as if the very essence of it was clawing at her insides, her instincts screamed that she was not ready to face such power.

Her body froze for a moment.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, a shiver running down her spine. She felt small, vulnerable, and weak against such overwhelming power. No matter how strong she was, this—this wasn’t a fight she could win. The boss radiated an aura so fierce, so ancient, it felt like it could crush her with a single thought.

Every fiber of her being screamed to pull away, to run from this nightmare. But as she turned her gaze toward Jin Woo, she saw him, unwavering, his eyes sharp with bloodlust.

His energy shifted, growing darker, more predatory.

There was no fear in his movements, his gaze—just hunger, a thirst for battle that pulsed through him like a second heartbeat.

“We go,” he commanded, his voice calm yet brimming with anticipation, as if the challenge only fueled his desire for the fight.

Her body resisted, every instinct telling her not to go. But something invisible, something deeper than logic or reason, rooted her in place. The bond between them, something inexplicable, dragged her forward despite her hesitation. She couldn't explain it, but it was undeniable. The pull to stay beside him, to not let him face this alone, was stronger than the fear clawing at her.

Because the truth was, this was nothing compared to the presence of the dark and oppressing Aura of the real Shadow Monarch himself. That had been power beyond imagination, and it was with that feeling, that bond, that she could now face this lesser darkness. Even in the face of this monster, she did not falter, why should she be afraid now?

*

"Are you ready?"

The Shadow Monarch's eyes flicked down to [Y/N], who hid her uncertainty behind a mask, but it didn’t escape him. Her unease was palpable, a quiet tension in the air between them.

His hands gripped the handle of the wooden door firmly, marking the entrance to the boss room. The door was made of aged wood, worn by time, and intricate runes glowed around the frame, pulsating with mana in the cracks.

"Mhm," she nodded, her voice soft but resolute. Nothing to be done now—she had to go through with it...

Jin Woo wasn’t overly worried. He trusted his own abilities and the strength of his shadows, but he could still feel her discomfort, see how her hand tightened around the hilt of her dagger, as though it alone might somehow shield her.

"If things get too dangerous, you’ll vanish," he said, his voice calm but firm. The words made [Y/N] look up at him in confusion.

"Wha—" she began, but Jin Woo cut her off, already swinging the door open. It creaked loudly, the sound echoing through the still air, revealing the ominous darkness that lay beyond.

(I heard this Song while writing the next part, so it might be epic to listening to it while reading :) )

Seated upon a grand, imposing throne carved from dark stone, a figure was draped in tattered, shadowy robes that flowed like liquid darkness to the floor, merging almost seamlessly with the fractured marble beneath.

The boss's skeletal frame was both eerie and majestic, its most striking feature being a large deer skull with prominent antlers. The skull was bleached white, contrasting sharply with the deep black of his cloak, and its hollow eye sockets glowed faintly with an ethereal blue light. Arcane symbols pulsed faintly across the figure's chest and arms, carved into its skeletal structure, glowing with the same blue energy that crackled in the air around it.

The surroundings were equally haunting. The chamber was vast, with towering stone pillars reaching up to a vaulted ceiling, dimly illuminated by the pale blue light radiating from the boss. The walls were adorned with ancient runes and faded murals, depicting scenes of forgotten battles.

The air was thick with the hum of lingering mana, the atmosphere was oppressive, filled with a sense of both awe and dread. Behind the throne, a massive circular sigil glowed intensely, its complex patterns pulsing with otherworldly energy, suggesting that it might have been the source of the boss's power—or perhaps a seal that kept something even worse at bay.

Every step echoed ominously, and the temperature seemed to drop the closer one approached the throne.

This boss was not just a guardian; it was a remnant of a forgotten era, a being whose very existence defied the natural order, and challenging it meant confronting something even more powerful than the Architect himself.

Flanking him on both sides stood a hundred skeletal soldiers, each clad in decayed armor and bearing skulls of various beasts—wolves, bears, birds, and more. Their empty eye sockets glowed faintly, and they remained perfectly still, like statues awaiting their master's command. The air hummed with the quiet threat of violence, as if the entire army could spring to life at his slightest gesture.

Even though his soldiers had no eyes, both [Y/N] and Jin Woo could clearly feel their gazes. Above their heads hovered a window that displayed their race in bright orange.

[Aeternus’s Soldiers]

Aeternus was the name floating above the huge stag skull, deep red in color. Was he really stronger than Jin Woo himself?

"Enter."

The deep voice of the being pierced [Y/N] to the core, and Jin Woo also felt the vibration that ran through his body as his feet automatically carried him forward, closely followed by his shadow companion, who stayed close by his side.

If the creature had truly wanted to kill them, it would have never allowed them to feel its immense aura in the first place. At least that was Jin Woo’s thought as he reached the center of the room and looked up at the large figure.

[Y/N], on the other hand, watched with wide eyes as the door behind them closed, and some of the animal skull soldiers took position in front of it.

Jin Woo stood tall, eyes narrowing at the figure before him. His shadows rippled, ready to surge forward at a moment’s notice, but his senses screamed that something beyond mere power stood before him.

This wasn’t a typical monster; this was something ancient, something that could not be controlled by his usual methods.

Beside him, [Y/N] instinctively took a step back, her eyes wide with unease. Her heartbeat, still strange to her, pounded in her chest.

The Creatures gaze shifted toward them, his eyes—if they could be called eyes—glowed with a deep, haunting light, the same light that seemed to blink through the blackness of a dying forest.

He tilted his head slightly, as if curious about their very existence.

“You are not one with the cycle,” the Creatures voice echoed, a strange blend of the whisper of leaves in the wind and the crack of old bones breaking.

Jin Woo’s eyes flashed with determination, his eyes shimmering purple.

 “I don’t need to be part of any cycle. I control my own path.”

The Creatures lips curved slightly, but the smile was not warm.

“The King of Shadows, yes… but you, too, are bound to the cycle, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. Everything that breathes, grows, dies, and decays is part of this endless flow. Sooner or later”

 And yet, it was undeniably Jin Woo who seemed to disrupt this flow – by turning the dead into his soldiers, giving their souls a second chance. Something that was not accounted for in this perfect system.

[Y/N] stepped forward, this whole Conversation didn’t feel right. Her voice was sharp, as she placed herself by Jin Woo’s side again, even as her instincts screamed to retreat.

“We’re not here for your philosophies. Who are you?”

The Creature looked at her then, the flicker of interest crossing his ethereal face. “You, too, are caught between two worlds,” he said softly, “neither dead nor alive, a curiosity, an aberration. And yet…” He studied her, his gaze piercing, like he could see into the very fabric of her being, “you are something more.”

Jin Woo's eyes also darted toward the young woman. He would have preferred to tear the monster to pieces, but what it said held too much truth... He knew something.

"I am Aeternus," he began, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to reverberate through the very walls. "I am the Monarch of the Eternal Cycle—life and death in an endless dance. I exist between what is born and what dies, overseeing the boundless rhythm of this world's existence. My purpose... is to maintain balance. To ensure that life gives way to death, and death makes way for life, forever and always."

He paused, his glowing, skull-like eyes narrowing as he regarded Jin Woo and [Y/N] with a calculating gaze.

Jin Woo’s gaze hardened as Aeternus’s words hung in the air. His mind raced, trying to process the weight of what had just been revealed. It wasn’t fear that gripped him—no, he was beyond that. But there was a quiet unease, a flicker of uncertainty he hadn’t felt in a long time. A Monarch? Why didn’t the Architect showed him more of the Past and what happened back then?

[Y/N] stood frozen, her body tense as the words of the Monarch reverberated in her mind. The weight of what Aeternus had said settled over her like a thick fog, suffocating her thoughts. She had always known that her existence was strange—an enigma even to herself—but hearing Aeternus speak of it, as if it were a mere fact of the universe, made something in her gut twist uncomfortably.

Her [E/C] eyes flickered between Jin Woo and Aeternus, trying to grasp the magnitude of the situation, but the overwhelming sense of being utterly out of her depth washed over her.

For a moment, her legs felt weak, and she instinctively stepped closer to Jin Woo, as if his presence could shield her from the unknown. The bond she shared with him flared, an invisible thread that anchored her in a world that suddenly felt too vast, too uncertain. The bond was stronger than ever before, but it wasn’t enough to silence the unease creeping into her heart.

“You tread a dangerous path, child of neither life nor death,” the Monarch continued, his voice deepening with a subtle menace. “There are those who wish to keep such as you from the world of the living and the dead. You would be better off not interfering with the cycle.”

Jin Woo took a step forward, a hint of challenge in his posture.

“You may control something that’s in between life and death, but you don’t control me.” His voice was ice, sharp and unwavering.

The Monarch didn’t falter, his creepy smile deepened, a flash of cruelty hiding beneath his fair words. “I am the one who ensures that the cycle never ceases, Shadow Monarch. You, and your companion, may fight it as you will, but you are not beyond it.''

He paused for a Moment.

“I will offer you a choice.”

The monstrous figure on the throne shifted, the bones of countless creatures grinding together as he leaned forward slightly, his gaze pinning both Jin Woo and [Y/N]. His long index finger pointing at his Shadow.

 “Leave this place with no harm, no consequence, but in exchange for that freedom... you must leave her behind.”

He paused for a second.

“She is an anomaly, something that should not exist within the natural order. Her existence is an affront to the Cycle, an error that needs to be corrected. She is your companion, I can see that. But it is clear, even to you, that her life means far less than yours in the grand scheme of things.”

[Y/N] felt the sting of Aeternus’s words, but it wasn’t the insult that hit her hardest—it was the sudden clarity that flashed through her mind.

The Monarch of the Eternal Cycle was right, in a way.

She wasn’t part of any natural order, just a glitch, a result of something beyond even her understanding.

Her entire existence was unnatural.

She couldn’t blame Aeternus for seeing her as expendable.

In that moment, she found herself strangely calm, accepting the harsh reality of what she was. If Jin Woo chose to leave her behind for his own survival—after all, she was just an anomaly, a thing that didn’t belong—it made sense. She’d never been a person of great worth, never been destined for something more.

[Y/N] lowered her gaze slightly, her fingers clutching her dagger more tightly, almost as if to brace herself. She wasn’t even sure if she’d be upset if he chose to leave. Wouldn’t that be the wisest decision? Wouldn’t it be the easiest choice to make?

But the moment Jin Woo spoke, his voice sharp and unwavering, she knew he had made his decision.

“I refuse”

Jin Woo said, his eyes narrowing, not once leaving Aeternus's towering figure. His voice was firm, unyielding. “Betraying her isn't an option. Not for me. I will not leave her behind.”

[Y/N] blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. She raised her head slightly to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Had he really said that? Had he just rejected the chance to walk away, unscathed, simply for her sake?

There was no hesitation in his voice, no signs of doubt. He wasn’t considering the price; he wasn’t even weighing it. Even if this was a greater Threat than the Spiders. [Y/N] hat thrown herself in Front of him, without knowing if she could fight or not.

Loyalty is a two-way street. If he was receiving it from her, then she would get it from him as well.

Her chest tightened, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. But before she could speak, before she could thank him or protest, the air around them thickened with an oppressive force, the very presence of Aeternus growing heavier.

“I see…” Aeternus murmured, a dark smile spreading across his skull-like face. “A Monarch of Shadows with more honor than I expected. But know this, Jin Woo… choosing her means choosing your death. You’ve made your choice. Now, stand and face the consequences.”

Jin Woo didn't flinch. His eyes were locked onto Aeternus’s, a determination burning in them that would not be extinguished.

,,Arise‘‘

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✿ Wow next time we will get sum serious fighting shit, i hope i will be able to write it well! Huge Challenge for me tbh. Let me know what you think! ☽

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Emily: “I’m really sorry Vaggie didn’t feel comfortable coming back here. If there’s anything I can do to change that-”

Charlie: “Probably not! It was kinda a sign of her endless love for me that she visited haven again at all!”

Emily: “Oh! Oh that’s nice!!”

Charlie: “Which I NEVER would have asked her to do anyway, if I’d KNOWN the truth about her history up here!”

Emily: “Right. I’m so sorry about that too, by the-”

Charlie: “I mean, I’m not the kind of girl who askes her girlfriend to go spend an afternoon sitting across from the people who ripped off her wings! And her eye! And left her slumped against a dumpster looking half dead!”

Emily: “A… dumpster?”

Charlie: “Making the woman you love relive all that without even rEALIZING it would be pretty fucked up, wouldn’t it??”

Emily: “V- very.”

Charlie: “IT HYPOTHETICALLY COULD MAKE SOMEONE FEEL KINDA TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS, DON’T YOU THINK?”

Emily: “I’m sure it did!”

Charlie: “H Y P O T H E T I C A L L Y”

Emily: “Could! I could see that, yes, if it HAD happened, that would’ve been…”

Emily: “…”

Emily: “Are you- um, is she, errr.. doing better now?”

Charlie: “SO much better she’s doing SO great these days!!!!”

IN HELL

Vaggie: (lying face down on the hotel lobby floor) “I promise I won’t stop helping you morons when she dumps me. I won’t let her dream die just because I was dumb enough to think I could be part of it.”

Angel Dust: “That’s nice toots.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Angel Dust: “Not sad or stupidly gay or anythin’.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Cherri Bomb: “Sad? Angie, it’s perfect!” (takes picture) “I’ve been thinking this place could use a new rug…”

Niffty: (stepping on vaggie) “Squishy!”

Husk: “Get the fuck off her.” (at vaggie) “You, get the fuck UP.”

Vaggie: “Why.”

Alastor: “Hmmm, because this is PAINFULLY pathetic to watch, even for me?”

Vaggie: “Guess I’ll be here forever then.”

Angel Dust: “Vag-GAY c’mon, ya girlfirend’s not gonna dump ya. What’s the competition even!?”

Vaggie: “There’s an angel up in heaven who's helping Charlie work towards her life long dreams as we speak, and she's taller than me, got more wings than me, not as stabby as me, and also not a mass murderer or a liar or missing an eye.”

Cherri Bomb: "Hey!"

Vaggie: "No offence to the other one-eyed ladies here, but it's different when you've got a fucked up empty eye socket."

Niffty: (sighs dreamily) "I bet losing it hurt soooo baaaaad..."

Vaggie: "Never telling my girlfriend why I'd actually lost it or how it made me look like the deranged murder angel I was, even while she tried kissing it better for me, ended up hurting way worse."

Angel Dust: “That's a point….”

Angel Dust: “...alright, so Charlie’s PROBABLY not gonna dump ya-”

Niffty: “Oh that’s a weird sound!” (giggling) (bounces on vaggie) “I think she’s dying~”

Husk: “If you fucks kill her, I’m telling her demon princess girlfriend and pouring myself a drink to go with your fucking tormented howls.”

Vaggie: (muffled) “what if she’s my ex-girlfriend”

Husk: “…I’ll pour you a fucking drink and listen to your tormented howls.”

Niffty: “ME TOO I’LL LISTEN TOO!”

Alastor: “Dear one, perhaps if you were NOT standing on her skull and compressing her WRETCHED cries into the floor, we could be hearing them already.”

Niffty: “Whoops~ Heheheeh~”

Cherri Bomb: (recording it) “Damn, that groan’s been going on for ages… Bitch has some lung capacity on her.”

Angel Dust: “Point one for Vag-gay! Probs as good eating out as ya are at HOLDING out on ya girl!!!”

Vaggie: “uuuughhh…uaauuugghhaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhhrrrgh..” (whimpers)

Niffty: “Okay.” (GIGGLES) “NOW she’s dying~” (bounces)

IN HEAVEN

Charlie: “Everything’s totally fine I have NO idea why you’d even ASK!”

Emily: “You’ve spent the entire time up here staring at pictures of Vaggie on your phone?”

Charlie: “I’m allowed to look at my girlfriend!”

Emily: “While crying and sniffling into your sleeve?”

Charlie: (sobbing) (desperately patting down her jacket) “SHE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS WHICH OF MY POCKETS HAS THE HANDKERCHIEF IN IT, OKAY??”

Emily: (smiling) “I think you two are going to be just fine.”

Charlie: (BLOWS NOSE LOUDLY INTO JACKET SLEEVE, which catches on FIRE)

Emily: “…..not your clothes, though. You might need a new set of those.”

[crescenthistory]

…….e1 with Paul? 🙈 you write him so beautifully !!!

thank you lovely, i find paul so endearing to write<33 this is just a little drabble lol

Prompt: E.1 "Loosen up a little"

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: light smut (mdni), more suggestive and spicy than directly smutty, no on-screen sex, gn!reader, not proofread, paul is Stressed Out, established relationship, pre-arrakis

Caladan, the home that was once Paul’s sanctuary, feels tighter around him these days. The salt-scented air that used to bring him solace now feels like a weight pressing down on his shoulders. Endless preparations, the constant shadow of responsibility, and the looming presence of Arrakis in the distance have carved a tension into his posture that has become impossible to ignore.

You notice it before he speaks, of course. You always do. The slight tremor in his fingers as they press into the edge of the table, the way his jaw sets just a little too tightly, as if words he doesn’t dare speak are fighting to get out.

It’s late, the room dim with the light of Caladan’s moons spilling through the windows, casting soft shadows over Paul’s face. He sits at his desk, a mess of reports and holoscreens spread in front of him. It’s been hours. You’ve watched him from across the room, hoping he would come to bed, but the space between you feels insurmountable tonight. The distance isn't in the few metres separating you – it’s the weight of everything that rests on his shoulders.

“Paul,” you murmur softly from your spot, the sound of your voice gently slicing through the quiet hum of the room. He doesn’t turn, but you see the way his fingers curl, gripping the table harder. That alone is answer enough.

You stand, the quiet rustle of your movement barely registering in the large room, and cross the floor towards him. Your footsteps are soft, deliberate, but each step seems to echo louder in the space between you. When you finally reach him, you place a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tightness of his muscles beneath your touch. You ache to massage out the knots that torment him.

“Maybe it’s time to call it a night, love,” you say gently, your voice warm, like an offering.

He doesn’t move for a moment, but you can feel the tension in him, like he’s on the edge of something, holding himself too tightly. His eyes stay fixed on the reports, but you know he isn’t really seeing them. He is somewhere far away – in Arrakis, in the halls of responsibility he’s already learning to walk, in a future he can’t quite yet control. It would be too much for anyone, let alone someone still so young, though sometimes it feels like Paul has always carried the weight of someone older. As if the universe has never really given him the chance to just be. You want to.

“I can’t,” he finally says, voice rough with weariness. “There’s too much–”

You press a little harder against his shoulder, grounding him. “Paul,” you repeat, your tone firmer now. He exhales, his breath coming out in a shudder that he tries to mask, but you hear it. “You can’t carry it all tonight,” you whisper, hand sliding from his shoulder down to his forearm, fingers brushing the cool metal of the ring he wears – a symbol of everything waiting for him. “You need to rest.”

He finally looks up at you then, his eyes dark, filled with something like frustration, but it’s not with you, you can see as much in the fondness crinkling around his mouth. “I have to finish here.”

“You won’t finish before morning, Paulie. And then the same thing will happen tomorrow. You need to rest between the punches. Relax.”

Paul's jaw tightens again, and you can see him struggling with the need to take a break and the part of him that has had no rests drilled into him..

You move in front of him, pulling the reports gently from his fingers, letting them scatter back across the desk in a forgotten mess. He doesn’t resist, just watches you with those sharp, intense eyes of his, always calculating, always thinking. Right now, you don’t want him to think. You want him to feel. To let go, even just for a moment.

You slide onto his lap, your knees bracketing his hips, and his hands instinctively come to rest on your waist, though his touch is hesitant, careful.

“You’re allowed to need this,” you murmur, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the tension there. “You’re allowed to want this.”

Paul’s gaze flickers to yours, a storm brewing in the depths of his intense eyes. For a moment, he looks so young, so vulnerable, like the boy he still is under the weight of the expectations placed on him. His hands tighten on your hips, and you feel the tension in him, like he is teetering on the edge.

“I don’t know how,” he admits quietly, his voice rougher now, thick with something unspoken. His eyes drop from yours, looking down at where your fingers trace idle patterns on his chest. “How to let go.”

Your heart aches for him, for the weight he carries alone even when you’re here beside him. You cup his face gently, forcing his gaze back to yours. “Then let me help you,” you whisper. “Loosen up a little.” 

Paul’s breath shudders out again, but this time it’s softer, like a crack in the wall he’s built around himself. Slowly, tentatively, you turn his head to the side and lean down to kiss his neck. You begin at the small part of shoulder you can see beneath his white linen shirt, and press open-mouthed kisses up towards his ear and jaw, fingers undoing the top buttons of his shirt as you go, splaying your hands out over his chest. Pressing down, you hope to ground him with your presence, your love.

When you reach his face, you lean in, pressing your forehead to his, your lips brushing his, but you don’t kiss him just yet. You wait, letting him close the distance. Paul’s eyes are closed and his features seem to be relaxing.

Without opening his eyes, he knows you are waiting, and with a squeeze to your hips he kisses you. It’s slower than usual, almost unsure, as if he hasn’t decided to fully let go with you yet. But as his lips move against yours, the tension in him begins to melt away, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of the world slips away, leaving you with your Paul.

Through your fumbles, you have fully unbuttoned Paul’s shirt and let your hands explore his familiar chest unabashedly. He sighs into your mouth at your touch, and you take the opportunity to slip his bottom lip in between yours, sucking lightly with enough bite to satisfy and entice him. One of his hands moves from your side to your hair, grasping at it.

You break the kiss to drag your lips further over his jaw, grinding your hips into his, revelling in the soft sound he makes. It’s like he has given himself to you, allowing you to work out his tension with your attentive care. Every part of Paul is in your possession as you roll your hips against his, night slip rolling up with each move, your fingers trail across his bare flesh, scratching as you please, and your lips move feverishly down the other side of his neck. 

When you kiss his neck this time, there are no restraints. You nibble on his earlobe, bite his pulsepoint and lick over it soothingly, leaving as many marks as you please. He whispers your name into your hair and you come undone for him.

Your hand travels down to hook into the waistband of Paul’s pants, and he gasps. You depart from his neck to look at his expression. His breathing is heavy, but the tightness in his shoulders has eased and he looks at you with absolute reverence.

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “Better?” you ask.

Paul closes his eyes, resting his head against your chest, letting out a long, slow breath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close.

“Yes,” he murmurs, voice softer now, almost reverent. “Better.”

“Convinced to come to bed to let me help you relax yet?” There is a teasing tone in your voice that you are sure he doesn’t miss.

He kisses your chest, pretending to nip a bite at you, before looking up to smile at you. 

“You win, my love.”

[plusvanity]

S*****e is a form of aggression, but instead of acting out towards the world, one acts in, directing all of their the negative affectivity inwards in a supreme act of self-anihilation.

Destroying himself was Pelle's only way to destroy the source of his endless frustration, torment and mental incarceration. It was a form of punishment for the world and the people that let him down, for the ones that stayed at the shore and watched him drown while he was alive.

S*****e is a tool of claiming control in a very twisted, complex and internalized hostility. It is forecasted by switching, ego-death happening long before physical death.

There's a fine line between emphatizing and romantisizing a tragedy. I can't think about how he ended his life without having my rawest emotions digged up. The unfairness of it all is beyond words. He was so young and bright, an endless cascade of creativity, yet he fell victim to an ignorant society and to his own mental condition.

I can't help but wonder what his story would be today had he managed to stay alive, had he received the help that he desperately deserved.

Although gone, he will never be forgotten.

For those who struggle with thoughts of giving up, there is hope, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

We all have the power to heal ourselves.

Stay strong, stay safe.

[the-fiction-witch]

What are you doing here? P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aeron Bracken Couple - Aeron X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Lyanna Blackwood Rating - Smut Word Count - 4477

Aeron let out a needy whimper as she continued to toy with him, teasing him and driving him more and more crazy with every movement of her hand. The feeling of being completely helpless and at her mercy was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, his heart racing and his breaths coming out in short gasps as he desperately ached to touch her. “Ah… please… this is torture…”

"humm Alright Aeron. you can ask for one thing. One thing only. And whatever it is her can have it. No rules no limits but only one thing" Lyanna cooed,

Aeron felt his mind go completely blank and spin with her words. One thing, her said. No rules, no limits. Just one thing, and it was all his. The possibilities and ideas that flew through his mind were endless, and he desperately tried to pick just one, but his head was swimming with thoughts and desires. After a few moments of trying to gather his words and thoughts, he managed to speak, his voice trembling and breathless. “Can I ask for you lyanna?”

"for me? What exactly did you want from me?"

Aeron swallowed, his mind still reeling from the choices he had to make, but he knew what he wanted, more than anything. He spoke softly, his voice coming out in a shaky whisper as he made his request. “Let me… taste you… please… I can’t stand being this helpless and not being able to touch you or taste you… it’s driving me mad with need…”

"taste?" She chuckled "what part did you want to taste?" She whispered in his ear

Aeron let out a shaky gasp as her whispered in his ear, her voice sending shivers down his spine as her words sent his mind into a frenzy. He imagined tasting every part of her, exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and tongue, but he knew he had to choose just one, and so he spoke, his voice coming out in a needy whine. “Gods…. Your lips… I want to taste your lips… please… just let me taste you lyanna…”

she chuckled "such an innocent little baby" she cooed "come here baby boy" she smirked pulling him into a kiss

Aeron let out a needy moan as her lips connected with his in a deep and hungry kiss, his mind going completely blank as he finally got to taste her after being denied for so long. He kissed her back hungrily, desperately, all the tension and heat within him coming out in that one kiss as he practically melted into her. He felt like he had been starving all this time just for that kiss, and he couldn’t get enough of it, desperately wanting more as he tried to press himself closer to her.

she kept him close but still not completely against her, his hands still restrained behind him, as they kissed heavily she continued her tormenting of him touching and stroking as they kissed

Aeron whined and groaned as her continued to touch and tease him all the while her kissed, and the helplessness of being tied up and unable to touch her sent shivers down his spine and made his head spin. He desperately wanted to touch her, to run his hands over her body and feel her in every way possible, but being tied up like this left him completely at her mercy, and he had no choice but to submit to her entirely. “Gods… please… this is torture…lyly please!” he panted out between kisses.

"ohh Aeron if I wanted to torture you, i’d have tied each of your wrists and ankles to a bedpost, tickled you until you begged for mercy or you lost control completely whichever came first, i’d have spanked you till you where red and bruised, maybe let you kiss me if you where good, made you spill your seed until you where coated in yourself, maybe even let you suckle on my breasts like a good little baby boy, or ride on your... Face or hips I'm not picky" she whispered in his ear clearly just to torment him even more and watching his reaction with each suggestion trying to see which one made him the most excited

Every word her whispered in his ear sent heat coursing through his body, and made his mind spin more and more with need and desire. He wanted all of it, gods he wanted all of it at once, every single one of the things her had whispered to him. The visions her words had caused to appear in his mind were almost too much for him to bear. He whimpered and panted against her, his body trembling and tensing as he tried to form words in response to her, but all he could manage was a needy whine. “I-I… I want it all… all!”

"do you? Which did you want the most?"

Aeron whined and let out a shuddering gasp as he tried to pick a response, his mind racing with the need to have all of the things her just said. But despite his conflicting desires, there was one thing that his mind kept coming back to, and he knew immediately what he wanted the most. “Please… please let me taste you…” he panted out, his voice hoarse and breathless. “Let me make you feel good lyly… please…”

"oh? So you want me to ride do you ?"

He gave a shaky nod as she spoke, his mind spinning at the thought of her riding him, the image of the two of her together sent a wave of heat through his body and made his head spin even more.

“Gods, pleeeease… I want you … I want you so badly lyly…” he panted out, his voice coming out in a whiny, needy gasp as he tried to convey just how much he wanted her.

"well, your choice Aeron just this once. Before were married. Am I riding here?" She asked stroking his erect cock, "or am I riding here?" She asked stroking his lips

Aeron let out a needy moan as she teased him, her touches sending heat and chills down his spine. The choice she made him make, sent his mind spinning, the thought of both options driving him insane with need and desire. After a few moments of struggling, he finally managed to respond, his voice breathless “Here…” he said pouting his lips, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. “Please… I need you …I want you … please… Lyanna I’m begging you!” Aeron continued to whine and whimper softly as she continued to touch and tease him, his head swimming with need and desire as he panted softly and pleaded with her “Please… please… I need you so badly… I need to make you feel good… please… please… just let me taste you …let me take care of you …”

"aww such a sweet baby" she cooed playing with his hair "alright, let me know if you get to tried" she smiled letting him out the belt and pushing him down flat on the bed

Aeron looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes as she pushed him down onto the bed, his entire body trembling with need and desire. He felt so vulnerable and helpless, completely at her mercy. He nodded softly in response to her words, his voice coming out in a shaky yet excited whisper as he spoke, “Yes… yes, I will, I promise… I won’t get too tired… please, let me taste you …”

"alright, alright impatient boy tonight" she chuckled as she hitched up her gown pulling it up around her waist exposing her bare cunt, even now she couldn't not tease him stroking her hand over herself "this what you want?"

Aeron let out a shaky gasp at the sight of her, his eyes roaming hungrily over her bare skin as his body ached with need and desire. The sight of her teasing herself almost drove him over the edge, and all he could do was nod and pant softly in response, his voice trembling as he spoke “Yes… yes, gods yes…”

"alright, not too fast and hard alright don't overstrain herself" she cooed as she nervously moved her knees either side of his head she was gentle and slow getting into the right position

Aeron could barely contain himself as her positioned herself over him, his body practically trembling with need and desire. He gripped her thighs tightly, his touch a mixture of gentle and needy, both of his hands holding onto her as if his life depended on it. He looked up at her for a moment, his eyes wide and pleading, as if silently asking for permission. When her nodded, he didn’t even hesitate. He panted softly before suddenly leaning in, his mouth greedily latching onto her cunt as he began to lick and taste her, his tongue working at a steady and needy pace as

Lyanna squealed and moaned already struggling her legs trembling

Aeron could do nothing but moan at the sound of her voice, the feeling of her legs trembling against him just increasing his need and desire for her. He continued to eagerly lap and lick at her clit, needing more and more of her with every passing moment. He couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted, the way she felt against him, and his hands held onto her thighs more firmly, gently massaging her as he worked his tongue against her. He worked himself up more and more, his own moans and gasps muffled against her as he desperately tried to taste and explore every inch of her. His body ached with need and desire, and all he could think about was her and how good her felt against him.

"Aeron.... Aeron..." She moaned between her gasps already close

The sound of her moaning his name drove him further into a frenzy, his tongue working at a faster and more desperate pace as he felt her becoming more and more undone. He wanted to make her feel as good as possible, to make her completely come undone in the most euphoric state of pleasure, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had her trembling and shuddering in ecstasy. He continued to lap at her clit, determined to send her over the edge and writhing in ecstasy. His own moans came out more frequently as the more her got close, the more needier and worked up he became. He needed her, all of her, and he wouldn’t stop until her were completely spent and satisfied.

"Aeron stop please... Please I'm so close... No more I don't want to..."

Aeron let out a needy whine, almost whimpering as she asked him to stop. He wanted to keep going, to keep making her feel good, but he also knew he had to listen to whatever she wanted. So he slowly began to pull away, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes as he panted softly, his own body trembling with need and desire. “Please… please.. I almost got you there… why..?”

"I don't want to make ... A mess all over your face my sweet baby boy"

Aeron blushed at her words, his body shuddering as he imagined what would happen if her did make a mess all over his face. Even the thought of it sent a jolt of heat through his body, but he knew he had to listen to her. “I don’t care… I want to make you feel good… I want to make you feel absolutely euphoric and satisfied… I don’t care if you make a mess all over me… please…”

"... Oh...okay..." She gasped

A needy whine escaped from his lips as she agreed to let him keep going, and he quickly dove back in, his mouth eagerly seeking out her most sensitive skin once more and resuming his work, his tongue lapping and tasting her with fervor. “Gods… you taste so good lyly… I can’t get enough of you …”

"Aeron please!" She squealed her body starting to tremble

Aeron kept going, more determined than ever to send her over the edge, his tongue working at a steady and needy pace against her as he craved more and more of her. He could feel her starting to tremble and knew her were getting close and he wanted nothing more than to send her over that edge and have her completely undone in ecstasy. “Please… I want to make you feel so good lyly… come undone for me… let me make you feel so… so good… please Lyanna..”

she began to scream so close to her edge, her whole body trembling her hands had begun bundling up her gown but they slid up to tug down the top of her dress exposing her chest and arching her back as she squealed

The sight of her, desperate and trembling on the edge of ecstasy, was almost too much for him to bear. His own needs and desires were all but forgotten as he continued to hungrily lick and taste her, his own moans and gasps increasing in volume as he wanted nothing more than to push her over the edge. “you’re so beautiful… Gods… you’re so close… just let go… please… let me take care of you… feel good for me… for me…”

she screamed his name her hips I controllably moving s she was fully riding him as much as she could, until she hit her orgasm and screamed once more her whole body shaking and trembling as she gripped his hands to her thighs and immediately she squirted onto his lips and chin

Aeron gasped and almost yelped as she reached her peak, his eyes widening as he felt her come undone for him. He couldn’t hold back a needy moan as he tasted her on his lips and chin, his entire body trembling as the realization of what just happened sank in. “Gods… you’re so beautiful lyanna… you look so, so good like that… I… I need you lyly…”

Lyanna gasped desperately as she fell down onto the bed on her back still with her legs in that position almost unable to move

Aeron was trembling and panting as he watched her fall back onto the bed, He was in awe of how beautiful she looked, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her even if he wanted to. “you … you’re so beautiful… so, so gorgeous… you looked so incredible when you came… I…” He groaned out, his body almost sore with desire as he looked at her lying in front of him, completely undone by ecstasy. He desperately wanted to touch her, to feel her against him, to be as close to her as physically possible. He wanted more of her, and he was beginning to lose his mind with how much he ached for her.

"you .... Did very good Aeron... Tried me out, baby boy"

Aeron couldn’t help but let out a needy whine at her words, a shiver running through his body. He was still trembling, his body still needing and desperate for more of her, but he was also satisfied and proud that he had made her feel so good. “Thank you… gods, thank you … I just wanted to make you feel good… to hear you moan and scream my name… to make you feel complete and total ecstasy…”

"well ... you certainly achieved that" she chuckled

Aeron let out a shaky yet breathless chuckle as she laughed, his body still aching with need and desire as he panted softly. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that he had made her feel as good as he had. “I’m… I’m glad… I couldn’t have asked for anything more… just being able to make you feel good and scream my name like that… it just…” he let out a needy moan, his words trailing off.

"well... I'm glad you liked doing it. Most men don't even consider it" she cooed tapping his chin as a reminder he was still soaked with her

Aeron shuddered at the touch to his chin, his body still sensitive and on edge from everything that had just happened. He blushed at the thought of being covered in her like this, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of need and desire at the reminder of it. “I don’t know why they wouldn’t… it’s delicious…” he muttered out softly, his voice coming out in a needy whisper. He suddenly got an idea, and a smirk appeared on his face. He tilted his head and began to lick his lips, slowly and deliberately as if to clean them, never breaking eye contact with her. “I don’t mind being covered in her like this… in fact, I quite like it…”

"oh do you now? Am I to expect my sweet lord of stone hedge coming in from the day's work and expect to feast between my legs?"

Aeron blushed furiously at her words, his body shuddering as he imagined himself coming back from a day’s work, only to be greeted by her and immediately needing a ‘feast’ as her put it. He stammered a bit, his voice coming out in a whisper as he tried to respond. “Y-Yes… yes, that’s exactly what I want lyly… please… gods, I need you …”

"again? So soon?"

Aeron couldn’t help but whine and whimper at her response, his body still shaking and needy as he tried to find his words. He looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes, desperate for more of her and the feeling of ecstasy that only her seemed to be able to bring him.

“Yes… please… I need you … I can’t get enough of you … I just want to make you feel good… I need more of you , please…”

"okay... But gentle okay" she nodded shifting a little onto her back

Aeron nodded in agreement, his heart beating rapidly, He knew he had to be gentle, to be careful with her, but it was so hard when he was practically trembling with need and desire for her. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, his eyes roaming over her body as he positioned himself on top of her. “I promise… I’ll be gentle…” He leaned in and positioned himself between her legs, his hands gently resting on her hips. He took another deep breath, his body already feeling electric at the prospect of being even closer to her. He started by nuzzling his face into her inner thighs, his lips and tongue leaving gentle, soft kisses and languid licks against her sensitive skin. Aeron couldn’t help but smile as he continued to kiss and lick her inner thighs, feeling the way her body trembled and shook with each touch of his lips and tongue against her sensitive skin. He loved that he could make her feel this way, and he took his time, wanting to savor every moment and every sound that escaped from her mouth. “you taste so good… I could do this all day… just hear you beautiful moans and gasps…” He continued to tease and taste her, occasionally darting his tongue out to leave a gentle lick against her most sensitive spot. He could feel her trembling and shuddering beneath him, and he relished in the fact that he was the one making her feel this way. He wanted to make her come undone for him, to make her scream his name in ecstasy, but he knew he had to be careful, to be gentle and take his time with her.

she was already squirming on the bed her body trembling as she gasps in pleasure gripping the sheets as she arched her back writhing against his bed completely exposed as he ate like he was starved,

Aeron couldn’t help but let out a low moan himself at the sight of her body writhing and arching against his bed. He was desperate to taste and touch every inch of her, but he forced himself to pause, taking in the sight of her as she came completely undone in front of him. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her body as he tried to memorize every inch of her. “Gods… you look so beautiful lyly… so perfect…” He couldn’t hold back any longer, and he leaned in once again, his mouth eagerly seeking out her sensitive clit. He began to lick and taste her with newfound urgency, his body aching and craving more of her. His hands gripped her hips more firmly, trying to hold her still as he continued to work her with his tongue, determined to make her feel as good as possible.

she screamed, "Aeron please!"

Aeron moaned against her at the sound of her screaming his name like that, the desperate plea coming out of her mouth just driving him further into a frenzy. He wanted more, needed more of her, and he didn’t stop his movements for even a moment, his tongue working at a steady and determined pace as he continued to taste and explore her. “Yes… say my name… I love hearing you scream my name like that lyanna…”

"Aeron please... Please... Don't stop... Keep going... Just a little little -" she screamed his name over and over her whole body trembling below him and squirting onto the bed as she was so desperate for a second release

Aeron continued to work his tongue against her, determined to push her over that edge again and bring her to even greater heights of ecstasy. He could feel her body trembling and shaking beneath him, and the sight and sound of her coming undone for him was driving him wild with need and desire. “Gods, you’re so beautiful… keep saying my name… keep telling me how much you want it… keep screaming my name for me… I want to hear it… I need to hear it…”

"Aeron please! Please I want you ! I need you ! Please please just a little more! I'll let you do anything you want... Anything... Please just let me-" she squealed and screamed grabbing his hair hard as she hit her orgasm much harder and more intense then the first her whole body squirming against the sheets and soaking them and his face with her release

Aeron groaned and shuddered at the feel of her gripping his hair and arching against the bed, and he knew he was close to his breaking point. He continued to work his tongue against her, determined to make her feel as good as possible as she reached her second release. he only paused when he felt her orgasm once again, screaming and moaning his name as she came undone for him. He felt her body trembling and shaking against him, and the sight of her completely lost in ecstasy was almost too much to bear. He slowly pulled away, panting heavily as he looked up at her, his face and lips coated in her essence. “Gods… you’re so beautiful… so perfect…”

she gasped desperately her exposed body dewy with sweat

Aeron couldn’t tear his eyes away from her exposed, dewy body as she gasped for breath in front of him. He ached to touch her, to feel her soft skin beneath his hands, but he knew he had to restrain himself, to give her a moment to catch her breath and come down from the ecstasy he had brought her to. “you look so beautiful like this… so pretty and perfect and glorious lyly…”

"you are too sweet" she choked out between breaths

Aeron chuckled softly, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her as she lay there, breathless “I can’t help it… you’re so beautiful, it’s hard not to be completely smitten with you …” He reached out and gently touched her hip, his fingers tracing along her skin in a soft, gentle caress.

"you've been far too good to me. Shouldn't we do something for you?"

Aeron blushed at her words, his heart swelling at the thought of her wanting to return the attention and pleasure he had given her. “you don’t have to do anything for me… I just want to make you feel good… but… I suppose it would be nice to have some attention myself…”

"how about?" she cooed moving her knees a little wider

Aeron’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as she moved her knees a little wider exposing her dripping cunt, a needy whine escaping from his lips at the sight of her.

“Gods… that would be nice lyanna, please…” He moved closer, his body shivering with anticipation and need as he positioned himself between her legs. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and placing a gentle hand on her inner thigh, his touch soft but needy and desperate as he looked up at her. “May I…?”

"mhm" she nodded

Aeron let out a shaky breath as she nodded her consent, his heart racing at the thought of finally getting some attention from her. He gently ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin beneath his touch. He couldn’t help but let out a needy moan at the feel of her so close to him. “Please… I need you … I need you so much…”

"he can go in. It's okay. Just be gentle" she cooed

Aeron felt a thrill of pleasure run through his body at her words, his heart racing with excitement and need. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as he positioned himself at her entrance, his body trembling with anticipation. “Are you … are you sure?”

"I'm sure Aeron"

Aeron let out a shuddering breath at the sound of his name on her lips, the use of his nickname making his heart skip a beat. He gently held himself at her entrance, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and collect himself. “I’ll be gentle… I promise… I just need you so much…” With that, he slowly began to push himself inside, his breathing shallow and ragged as he felt her body envelope him. A guttural moan escaped his lips as he tried to hold himself back, to remain gentle and controlled despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. “Gods… you feel so good… so perfect Lyanna…” He continued to move slowly, each thrust deliberate and intentional, determined to make it feel as incredible as possible for her. He couldn’t help but let out moans and gasps as he moved deeper and deeper inside of her, before finally reaching the limit. “Uhh… oh gods… Lyly… lyly… lyanna… Fuck-” He groans,

“Just be gentle… remember Aeron,”

“I’ll try… but gods… you feel so good!”

[mayapapaya33]

Despair and Edwin

Am I the only one who can't stop thinking about the metaphorical power of Edwin being IN Despair. He was in Hell, at his lowest, about to be cruel to one of his former tormentors. Feeling incredulous at their seemingly lesser punishment, feeling righteously indignant, and Justifiably pissed off. Then he caught a glance at himself in the mirror for what was presumably the first time in over a century and it snapped him out of it. Then he promptly fell into Despair.

Despair's Realm, as far as I am aware, is only accessible to those IN Despair, as in the emotional state. But why was he literally transported there, why could he see her watching through the mirror? She watches people's lowest moments through her mirrors all the time, how could Edwin see her?

Every word out of her mouth was fascinating to me, so much subtext, so many double meanings, I'm dying of curiosity.

"What Am I? The answers are Endless Edwin Payne. Pretty name. Payne/Pain."

His reaction to her saying the word Endless is VERY telling, clearly Edwin knows something about the Endless. Also that's just a very poetic way to describe Despair, she's right, an Endless number of things can cause Despair.

Edwin: "Why are you here?"

Despair: "You're here, I'm everywhere, you're in my realm now where I see it all. But you only get to leave through the door you came in by."

Is that a literal statement about a literal door? Perhaps but I HIGHLY doubt it. How did he get here? By feeling anger and pain and Despair about his treatment in Hell compared to one of the people responsible for sending him here and the injustice of it all. So how does he leave Despair's Realm then? Through the same door he entered. Confronting his feelings about Simon but not allowing them to control him or turn him into something he is not.

"I am Despair, and you do not belong here. Go back to your killer. I was watching. You were getting angry. About to gloat over his torment. Go do That."

E: "No no no no no I..." D: "Don't Worry, We're Friends now." E:"I would not gloat, That is not right." D: "I'll call if ever I need you" E:"He didn't realize-"

What does THAT mean? They're friends now? I am frothing at the mouth in anticipation to see what that is going to turn into. This is starting to dive into Sandman theories of mine so if you haven't read Sandman now's the time to leave.

She almost seemed to be HELPING Edwin confront his feelings. The way she phrased it was very provocative on purpose, it's something you might say to a friend if they're doing something out of character and you're trying to let them know it and snap them out of it. Granted in a Dramatic and Dickish way, but she is an Endless, so that's sort of a given. Why would she do that? Why would she help him Leave Despair?

Well, The Sandman comics are very Philosophical and layered, and one of the implications in the comics is that Each of the Endless embody their opposites in addition to their Named dominion. Dream is responsible for keeping Reality in check, Death is there when we are brought to Life, Destruction with those paintings and sculptures, constantly Creating things in his retirement, Delirium has moments where she is the only character who knows what is going to happen, Neil took joy in sneaking hints into her rambling, a special kind of Sanity, that is almost too painful and confusing to be tolerated for long, she knows things that aren't in Destiny's book, Desire has quite a lot of apathy in my opinion, and Destiny absolutely has a thing about Free Will. A big implication is that Despair also Embodies her seeming opposite, Hope!

What this means for Edwin in the future I have no clue lol.

[cutieeva]

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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Female Reader

Warnings : Murders. Violence. Kidnapping. Confinement. Dubious consent. Sexual assault.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

❛ 人食い ❜

It was not (Y/N)'s intention to ensnare the gaze of a demon when she ventured into the hallowed temple however the only person she can blame is herself along her salvation.

"Useless". Her (E/C) eyes watching the fire burn her parent's body seem useless. After all it's a waste of fire if it's used to burn worthless humans. Those humans should rot to stink and even undeserving to be eaten by insects and animals. It deserve to rot only.

A yawn slip her lips that caught the attention of her male bulter Ryujin. He, stand beside her glare displeasingly of her lack of respect and boredom yet could one blame her if it's a waste of time ? Those parents' of her were bound to die sooner or later and to god's gracefulness they died little early. Unexpected too if she add, both perish in slumber together, sleeping beside one another. What a painless death even (Y/N) envy's because it's known to none how her death will be of.

Painful ? Plainless alike her parents ? Or perhaps a murder ? Now, that's an uninteresting way to die because she will not consent to die and if someone does tries, she prays to god her future killer must live in misery their entire life, filled with diseases and sadness yet beg to die or even better by suicide which will show how much was her killer tormented, then that's an happy ending.

Oh, god forbid her to dream of such filthy futures. Now she is alive and young at her prime and free of her parent's strict grip with endless of their wealth. Now, that what she loves about her parents save for their powerful surname beside her name.

"Bless their heart for leaving such wealth". She pray to heaven if it's exist and wipe the tear from her yawn to leave, following her butler and few personal maids. "The will is in my name, is it not ?" After all she is the sole heir and indeed the butler nod. An smile almost bloom that she manage to refrain and pursed her lips to think.

"What should I do ? What should I do ?" It is dawn at this moment how she recalls clearly her lines of tutors strangle her by the meaningless books of education and advise of how to be a good bride, following the usual routine of eating in silence, dressing, learning painting, sleep and the next day like an wooden clock the circle continuous each day. Never in her life from the childhood was she grant with such free time thus having it is, seem unnatural, discomfort within her skin.

Only with the free time, not with the lack of her parent's presence because she could be in luck if she was even granted the glimpse of their faces from their busy live. A wife too busy to serve her husband who, he had busy in counting the papers of yen despite drowning in it.

Funny how they never cared what should had been important, she. (Y/N), their flesh and blood who could have at least cried if not aside from pity she felt for her parents, unfortunately. Nevertheless she spring to the front door. "Let me enjoy the markets of street to my heart's content". Announcing her decision she walk tailing her maids and butler who quite worked like a male nanny to her too. Seeing her from a little baby to this young beautiful woman his heart grew fond of the lonely child unaware she never felt lonely only annoyance.

The market are lit with lights in jolly and the people mingle like bees attracted to shops like flowers for honey. All talking to one another, enjoying themselves and buying things and the shop owners giggling at the yens in their hands.

However all grasp in awe and stare, halting their actions just to see a young lady behind her train of attendant maidens struggled beneath the weight of numerous portmanteaus, boxes, and resplendent trinkets, bespeaking an unparalleled affluence and her in aglow of gold and that lady is (Y/N), smiling in arrogance at the green envy from women and lust from men dripping. How animalistic she laughs, the people can not even hold their facades correct.

No wonder they are beneath her and she above. From today will she be the queen of her own life and none would point finger at her, how could they if they won't even have fingers to point as she will cut it.

Walking to the next store, the owner salivating at her wealth and she smiles.

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"Boring". The word made the jewelry owner gulp and sweat hard. "Boring". (Y/N) repeated, touching the edges of the same old glossy gold. "Boring". Rolling her eyes finally her feet walk away, tuning out the female owner's pleads, and boring choices of words.

The radiant sun cast its golden light upon her, illuminating her refined features as she walk from the roof, behind her, the maidens holding few bags of shops and Ryujin hold a parasol above her. "Does after one week, the shops of these streets lose out to sell ?" She question, looking at the mid-aged man.

"Usually not, Miss". He answered and she sigh.

"Pitiful". Only sixty shopping was made today. Not more, a yawn slip her lips, drowning in boring the area she lives in. Covering her yawning mouth by her hand.

"Miss, could you please spare few money ?" Whisper voice of a boy caught her to look down, his foul face with dust and ink along the teared and clearly man's cloth on his tiny body would have melt an heart and pity one's eyes however (Y/N) only stare then at the distorted metal bowl fill with some coins and she look at him again, directed her words to her servant.

"Fifty boxes of food from the restaurant". At once a pair of maiden obeyed her order, within small span of time they hold boxes of food. "Here, your food". In those tiny hands, her servants gave all the food and some put on the dusty ground. "Eat it".

The boy who's eyes watered and lips smile like lit candle in a birthday, staring at so many food while (Y/N) tilt her head, observing. How honest he is. "Thank you". In pure gratitude he said, bowing to the ground and he flinch at her loud laughter.

She scoff then, bend a little, her clear (E/C) eyes stare not at him as if at his soul directly and said. "Thank you ? What do you think I am ? A saint ? Of course not. I do not gave you the loads of food out of the pure heart of kindness. No ! Never". She laughs louder like it's idiotic. "You foolish, foolish boy, it's a debt. I want to see if I gave you this food and you survive then I want you to remember each waking time that the reason of your existence is because of only me. And the debt shall be collected in the future". Harshly she said and the butler did not flinch, the boy did. "Nothing more and nothing less". Her words came to end and she stood straight gracefully, walking glancing back not once.

"What shall I do now, Uncle Ryujin, advise me by your wise vision". The said man sigh.

"Honest or lie". She smiles.

"Lie please. Honests are boring, lies are interesting to unfold". The man cleared his throat.

"Then I recommend some more shopping to other areas—".

"Thus, in honesty you desire me to no more torment my maiden servants feet by roaming the ground and pour money mindlessly ?" She cut him off, wanting to be proven right of her envision.

"True". (Y/N) chuckle. It was easy. That's when her sight caught at an interesting manor. Not big enough to be someone's home nor small enough to be a expensive shop.

"An what ?" She point her finger to the manor and Ryujin glance at it.

"An temple, Miss". He answer.

"An temple ?" He nod at her scepticism and she chuckles. "What temple is it ? Buddhist ? Or ?" The man shake his head to confuse her further.

"The temple is called Eternal Paradise Faith". She moves her hand to continue his explanation of something unheard of. "It's a place where the leader listens to all his followers' troubles and gives them advices from the god's words he hears and a chance to visit the paradise once they die". A mocking smile spread across her lips.

"What an pitiful place. I wonder". She could not even laugh at the thought of such place gathering outside the manor just to see a human as their leader and find peace within the man ? Are they not afraid to be used, fed lies and all ? Is it not like offering one's life to another's hand ? And she can not at all imagine someone offering the control of their lives. It sounds unreal and foolish.

"We should go inside". Ryujin surprise her, a man not tied by any reglious is encouraging peak her curiosity yet she does not desire.

"No". She declines. The suffocating thought of reglious people surround her with good and God seem like an illusion. Good and kind people exist in few numbers thus people pure helping others in name of reglious appear even rare, it's simply impossible.

"However Miss, I reccomend it. For the own good for my old mind peace sake ?" The old man never tour inside the temple as he was so busy at his late master's orders however he wishes to now.

"No". Plainly she decline because what his wish has to do with her. "You may go by yourself". She gave the permission with no reluctant, ignoring the curiosity to at least peek how the temple works. Something belongs to no god.

She turn her heels and about to walk away however merely imagining her boring day of returned to home only to sit in silence at the huge mansion by herself seem very distasteful thus she turn around and "Let us grace your leader with my presence". The aged man's surprise melt to happiness and her gaze hardened, verging on disgust, as she observed the undue influence this temple leader wielded over her normally steadfast butler.

It was few feet walks and they cut the line thus after the person inside would come outside will be their turn. (Y/N) roll her eyes at the silent glares of pleasants. Bad for them, if she has wealth how could she not take advantage of it.

Suddenly a young man with rimmed teary eyes come out and Ryujin nod at his master indicating it's their turn indeed. They were about to enter when she raise her hand in front of Ryujin. "You, will stay outside". The man furrow.

"Why, miss ?"

"Servants do not ask questions to their master's order". And the man silence his thoughts yet the betray of emotions were convey from his eyes. Foolish man, (Y/N) thought, she smile enjoying his discomfort because if she indulge in letting him get more closer to the leader he did not even met before, perhaps the leader will own the power of her butler, not (Y/N).

"You three, come with me". The maidens quietly followed their mistress and she went inside, observing inch of the wealth spent on this temple and finally her sight met rather an unseen pair of iridescent eyes, the owner is sitting on his throne as the leader of the temple she assumes.

With fluid elegance, she knelt to sit alongside her maidens who bowed to him in respect, she care not enough to show and the leader smile upon noticing.

"He is unexpectedly young and handsome". Bit odd to her as leaders usually must been aged or at least appear to be.

"Thus, please express your sorrows for me to help". His smile tender and her eyes soften before her lips quiver.

"My parents vanished from this mortal realm, leaving me, a tender orphan, to navigate the cruel world alone, burdened with their vast fortune. Without a husband's protective guidance, I find myself beset by insolent servants, who dare question my authority. Yet, the true anguish lies not in their impertinence, but in the desolate solitude of my manor, where only my shadow provides constant companionship." Her gaze cast down, voice barely above whisper. "Thus, revered leader, I implore you, guide me toward the haven I so desperately seek, my paradise." She finished sniffing and the maidens' countenances, normally schooled in discretion, betrayed telltale signs of astonishment.

Dōma, the leader notice the difference of expression and smile. "Fear not, for the heavens above—". His act of assure was cut by her loud laughter behind her hand. Growing louder and unladylike. His smile crease a little.

(Y/N) withdrew her hand, and a radiant smile, one that illuminated the very sanctum of his temple, unfolded upon her face—the brightest, most resplendent he had ever beheld within these hallowed walls.

"Are you indeed a divine emissary? Did the heavens not resound you with the Lord's words, 'Foolish mortal! She who sheds tears is the most fortunate and affluent of all'? And still, you dared to dupe me with deceitful words. You false man" She laughed some more and Dōma, who could not help yet smile wider in interest after finding the only woman to see though his lies.

"Why ? Do you not believe in heaven and hell ?" An amusing question he ask and he truly hoped she won't bore him with the same old answer.

"They do—". He sigh. "—in us. Within us and our mind. If believing in something gives us the power to live then why not ? Heaven and hell do exist" He raise his eyebrows, quite not understood her twisted speech.

"Pray tell, what do you imply ?" An eager lace his voice. She tried not to find it distaste.

"I am saying. I do not believe such things I have not seen them yet if people suggest they exist then why not. They exist in us". Simple truth for him yet bitter truth of the human. First time one acknowledge such universal honesty he thought in his decades remain elusive in his lifetime. Good grace, he lived on as a demon, granting him the privilege to see this entertaining lady.

"Moreover, your eyes—". His ears perk at the mention of his treasurous features. "—it's disgusting to see, when the pity is plainly in sight". She rose from her seat, her words tinged with disdain. "Amend your appearance, if you truly wish to fool people". He let out a cherry chuckle.

"Why did you seek me out, knowing full well my deceitful nature ?" So entertaining. He finds difficult to let her slip, her distaste, arrogance, act, all compailing to him. So many amusing changing expression with honest mind. Delicious to taste. His gaze roamed freely over her form, assessing the vitality she possessed.

She observed the action and, curtailing her response, replied "Well, one is aware that a circus features a clown, yet patrons still flock to witness the spectacle. why ? Because it's entertaining watching the clown made a fool of himself". Her accusenery speech did not went past him and his laughter grew errier louder.

"I am a clown in your eyes ?" the word seem distasteful to him for some reason yet his smile remain.

"Well, in one's speech could be distorted in other's view thus, decide yourself". Again, that twisted ridicule of words now becoming irritated. Dōma does not really enjoy becoming the laughter, he likes to laugh not be laughed. A subtle difference.

(Y/N) satisfied with her conversation, walk towards the exit with her maidens.

THUD ! she flinch and look behind and her lips part.

In sight is the wall bore the ghastly image of a maiden's corpse, her once-pure form now a gruesome canvas of blood and suffering, the splatter patterns echoing the grotesque, inky trails of alike a insect's violent demise. And the other maiden, her lips parted to shriek for rescue, was mercilessly struck against the wall, her slender body shattered by the impact, her final breath escaping in a faint whisper.

All by the false man (Y/N) claim. It seems she misjudged that he is not only a false messager of god however also not a human. Her body stay at her roots, watching Dōma's bloodied body knelt near the limp bodies and slowly like an creature his sharp nails snap the head away which she flinch harshly and close her eyes only hearing the crunching, licking noise of eating human flesh.

Silent tears fell down and breath halt alltogether and his eating felt centuries to her when his footsteps come near her, the stink of blood overwhelm her as for the first time she ever smell it. She could feel his body close to her yet not touching and the shadow cast upon her.

"Open your eyes". Tender his voice was and she obey, his smile menacingly wide smeared in the hue of fresh blood and his pair of Iridescent are devoid of any emotion. His beauty unsettling and uncanny.

Tears slide down and for some reason he came closer to lick it. The greasy tongue brush her cheek send shivers her spine and Dōma savour the taste. "Hmm ? Why does tears taste salty ?" Alike a innocent child his nose scrunch and (Y/N) could hardly slip her facade underneath pure disgust.

Dōma chort at the woman's still fiery nature and a overwhelming twist to play game controlled him. "Shall we play a game ?" Because he does not want to kill the toy he got. He tilt his head to closer to her ear and whisper.

"Run and I will see you tonight". As if free of trance she ran outside where her alive butler and maidens standing.

"Let's go". She commanded, not wasting a time to walk fast confusing her servants.

"Why so sudden ? And where are the three maidens ?" (Y/N) close her eyes to erase their death from her memory and a trinkle of guilt chew her inside.

"They decided to dedicate their lives to the leader". Lying is easier than face the truth she caused herself to spiral however she can't change the past thus all she can do is survive against that man-eater.

Upon the first step inside her mansion. She issued a sudden decree "Gather all essential belongings forthwith! We depart immediately to our secondary residence in the countryside". Her voice echoed through the halls as she exclaimed, "Do you comprehend my instructions ?" In perfect synchrony, her servants responded with a unified affirmation, their voices rising in obedient harmony before retrieving to the order.

Ryujin, who stay beside her further confuse at her sudden change of behavior. "Mistress, what change your—". His pause of words came when his eyes met her fearful ones. As said before he watched her grow to a adult and when he swears few of the emotions she ever shown was fear then something extreme occur to that temple. Something that plant fear in her. "I shall also join to hurry". He said, walk away and (Y/N) curl her fingers, determine to live until she dies of natural causes never murder that she did not consent. At least not so young.

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(Y/N) watch her mansion, the home she grew up turn smaller and smaller the far her carriage drive away and she drawn the curtains, digging crescent dents on her skin. A mistake she made and the price was to cowardly run away. She shouldn't have step a foot at all, however too late and now, she is the prey of a monster heard in tales to scare children.

"Is there no way to kill the man ?" As in every tale of monster has a weakness, he must have too. Does piercing in his heart kills him ? Or his brain ? She inhale deeply, unsure to solve a puzzle no one taught her to and Ryujin watch it all, choose silence.

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Once night prevail the sky. Her butler advise to not further travel in case a accident occur and they are much far from the town they lived and (Y/N) agreed, unsure whether it was the right choice, well she will soon come to know because after resting at a inn, changing dress and sleeping in different rooms.

(Y/N) toss and turn at the vomiting images that seem to not leave her mind at all. Sweat glisten at the moonlight peeking through the curtains when shuffling and slicking noise pass her ears.

In fear her body froze and her eyes close however the noise only grew and grew until.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Mocking knocks quiver her body before the door slide open, that stink of death whiff her nose and few drips on ground startle behind her. The gap of weight got closer and closer until she felt a shadow tower over her head, wet drops fall on her skin yet she remained at the pretense of her sleep.

"Wake up, I can hear your heartbeat faster". In his childish giggle she dare open her eyes, directly meeting death. That monster tower her and few inches away from her face, nose touching and the wet drips are the fresh blood from his mouth. Her heart almost stop. "Aww, looking so cute". His cooing voice provide her no comfort as he laughed more.

She stare at him only and he waits for her beg, cry or pled.

She doesn't. If she is bound to die, she will with dignity.

He likes it thus he remove the blanket from her body and slide beside her, each muscle tense in (Y/N)'s body and his corpse numbness embrace her like a pair of couple sharing one bed.

"You are warm" He savor the feeling and inhale her smell of living flesh. She stopped trembling and he likes that— likes ? Likes ? What does it mean like ? Does he not like killing all ? So why does this passionate him ?

What does it mean he likes it ? Likes what ? And what is like ? To like and be liked ?

Confusion like group of ants crawl in his brain, for the first time he feels like. Not think like or create like. He feels the like of her body in his. Blending into one another.

Dōma buried his face in her side of neck and she close her eyes in disgust. He inhale deeply. He likes it. He likes it. He enjoys it. 

His first feeling.

His first emotion ! Dōma's grin spread ear to ear and turn her around and cage her in his hands, looking from above. She is forced to watch his animalistic smile and— pleasure ?

Was not before he devoid of emotions ? Like a doll mimicking human expressions ? Wait a moment, does he unable to—

"You are feeling pleasure from all this ?" Her distasteful clear and he laughs.

"Yes ! Very much. Very, very much". Giggling sound alike screeching noise he stare at her.

"You are inhumane. You are a mistake of nature". Spiteful she said, closing her eyes to appear to die yet her mind is racing with the possibilities of how to survive.

"I am not ! I am what I desired". The smile uneven and eyes fill with bloodlust she did not care open thinking back to their first encounter.

"Would you kill me ?"

"Yes".

"Why ?"

"Because eating you will offer me have emotions". She snap her eyes open, emotions, emotions ! Right, what lack in him was feelings, emotions.

"What made you think I can give you that ?" Dōma tilts his head, watching her unchanged face, more like her lips shaping words.

"I like it when touching you". She inhale at that, almost impulse to push him and ran away however she can not, not far away from the speed she witness yesterday morning.

"Then you do not have to kill me. I can give you that by living more easily". It perk his attention. She can give him emotions ? A being weaker than nature itself is suggesting to give him something nature could not ? What a pitiful sight.

"Believe me. I can". Dōma nod.

"Give me one now". (Y/N) stare into those blank iridescent eyes and lean upward to plant a kiss on his smeared blood lips where he narrowed his eyes in doubt before her tongue part his lips to invade and passionately kiss him, tingle the metallic taste.

Dōma who never had kissed an woman, only ate them for the first time feel pleasure. The sweetness of her tongue circling around his flesh and her hands hold his face so tenderly. It made him feel unutterable emotions.

Giggy slit his stomach and in hunger for more he grasped her fragile form, pulling her closer, their chests entwined, skin grazing skin, as Dōma savored the intoxicating kiss. His mind mushing and ears ringing. Did humans touch one another to feel this ? Is this what they call love ?

The rushing blood of vein, ears ringing and intoxicating mind ? If this is love then he would gladly keep her alive.

(Y/N) in need of air, pushing his unmovable chest and muffled grasp tries to earn his attention which she did finally. "Oh ! Oh ! I forget humans needs to breath". Snickering he about to kiss, she turn her head away.

"I can't give you all at once. However at promise I did give you a feeling did I not ?" He nod his head and (Y/N) bite inside her flesh, relive how she succeed in her gamble. The reason she thought kissing him would make him keep her alive because at his own words.

"I like it when touching you".

It's lust. Simple and plain. A lust from a man for woman's body he finds desirable and he felt just that.

"I will keep you alive then". Dōma smiles wide and (Y/N) slide tears.

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She sat alone in the corner of the vast, echoing chamber that Dōma had claimed as their home. Her body lean on the wall, her eyes draft to the inn room they crossed to leave and it took some time for her to discover the shade of the walls were grey not ruby along the bodies of innocent servants among them must be her butler too, the only person she knew. Dōma snatch that away. From her wealth, her life, her butler and the control she had.

The thud of door slamming rip her from the thoughts and his suffocating embrace from the side, his body caging her lungs to breath. Smiling ear to ear like a lover to his love. "Ah, the blissful ignorance of those insignificant mortals, basking in the fleeting solace of pleasure." For someone who does not feel emotions, he have strong opinions on humans and nature.

He indulge in her soft sheltered body with his huge one and spend the time using her like a rag doll than an human.

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Each day was the same. Dōma return from his either temple or a place he calls sacred and bask at her presence to his heart's content.

He learnt new emotions. Solace. Pleasure. Warmth.

However she languished in the corner of his chamber, her body a lifeless, listless shell, he began to feel an growing sense of ennui. Her once-enthralling submissiveness had devolved into a dull, soulless existence. She rarely even requested sustenance as if her soul died in that room with those worthless humans.

Dōma's fascination waned, replaced by an urge to discard her, to snuff out the faint flicker of life remaining. Yet, he hesitated, stayed by the doubt : would he ever find another plaything as exquisite, as perfectly broken ?

"Great leader, I beg of you, guide me on the path to paradise, for the sake of my beloved wife's eternal happiness." The human man's who voice he tune out, look to find him tearing as his words dissolving into sorrowful wails. Beside him, his wife sit still, her gentle hand reaching out to pat his shoulder, offering what comfort she could in her final moments.

"She is dying ?" The couple wince and the man nod as if wanting to do the complete opposite : deny. Oh, (Y/N) will also die of aging, if not young by sorrows. He must do something to retrieve the witty self before she dies for him eat her.

While (Y/N) is confined on someone else's power, watch the sun glide to the sky, roaring it's highest power of untouchable from the little crack she discover one day as strangely he never let her out in sun. Suddenly the door opened and she close her eyes to not see the monstrous entity close the distance and hold her tightly. Taking her to his lap and place her chin on his shoulder.

"What do you like the most ?" She open her eyes and turn her head unaware how near their faces was. His eyes study her.

"Flowers". She said. "Jewels, wealth—". Avert her gaze. "—and control".

"So shiny things ?" She furrow, wondering how he come to that conclusion when the differences were stark from one another then again, she glance at him through her lashes, he is unable to understand simple things.

"Yes". Look away to forget the past and believe an illusion she is alive and that's enough for her greedy heart. Uncaring to the man-eater smile, grasping her tighter.

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"You are letting me out ?" None to her for how long was she trapped and suddenly when he urge her to be outside at night did her heart got frighten. Was he wants to kill her ? Or trade her to other monsters like him ?

"Yes". Biting back the blooming smile on his lip, he grip her wrist. "A gift for you". Sliding into the bodies of other, they walk where he was leading her when her eyes caught the sight of Ryujin. Alive Ryujin and without a second thought, she bite his hand and run to the opposite direction of her butler's. Her only family.

Closer and closer. Her heart racing, eyes sparkling and smile breaking her facade. Never did one day she thought one person would give her taste of happiness and just as her fingers were about to graze his skin, a sudden yelp escaped her lips. A swift grasp dragged her back, plunging her into the chilling familiarity of his cold embrace. Dōma caught her.

She look back to find Ryujin who she mistook as an other aged man who's expression look nothing alike making her heart drop and face shatter in realization of what a fool she is spiraling into. Was the loneliness snatching her sanity ?

Her heart pounding and mind reeling.

"Smile". The whispered word caressed her ear, prompting her to lift her gaze. The sight that met her eyes would forever be etched in her memory. His usual blank iridescent eyes now shone with a fiery intensity, like stars ignited within their depths. His pale skin was set aflame with a gentle blush, imbuing his features with a tender vulnerability. Her breath halted. He looks like a man in love.

"Smile". He pleads. She notice. "Smile like that again". His voice weaker. "Smile". His finger touch the corner of her lips and tries to stretch that smile that lit his world by pounding his heart. The pure happiness of a emotion he saw craft heat under his skin that he is unable to understand. She looked the most beautiful creature chasing her loved things he ever laid eyes on he believes. He wishes to see her smile.

(Y/N) however does not share the same sentimental and wishes to scream, attracting heads and escape from the man's grip. Yes, she does not care if the humans died in process.

As if read her mind, he mutter. "Do you wish to kill them all ?"

"Would you do it ?"

"Yes". He breath.

"Why ? because you are hungry ?"

"No". He answer, his eyes never wavering. "For you I will do it". And the way he said those craft a feeling in her he would.

"Do not". She does not desire to carry more guilt in her than she has and she turn away to walk when a candle had fallen onto Dōma's arm, its flame burning his skin turning the pale skin to eerie black. Yet, to her astonishment, the wound began to regenerate, healing before her very eyes. He is immortal ? She look away and walk fast. Heart pounding refusing to believe she has to spent her entire life with a monster until her last breath. Controlled, suffocated.

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Jewels.

A sea of glittering jewels stretched before her, an dazzling tapestry of gold, diamonds, and emeralds. The room was awash in unimaginable wealth, every inch of floor hidden beneath the staggering array and she felt nothing aside from agitation.

"A gift". Dōma's voice from behind ring her head. Her body sore from the same sitting on his lap and her eyes roll back. "Smile".

"My life has been a tapestry of abundance, every desire fulfilled. There is nothing you can offer me to make me happy". Honestly she said. "Even not jewels". Dōma's smile crease and he hug her stomach tighter to melt within. Oh, how he wish for them to mold together. Always together however that smile is something he can never erase. The shimmer and the breath of laugh took his breath away.

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Solid gold bars. Pure gold layed on the ground along dresses she is yet to see. All in line like an real royalty. (Y/N)'s mind ponder how much wealth this monster owns or steal them ?

"A gift to be happy ?" His almost childlike question infuriates him. Disgusting man, how dare he question when he stole her life, ate her people, kept her alive for pleasure and doing at his whim to earn an emotion from her. He had no right to.

"As I have said before. No amount of wealth will have me happy when I had seen all. There is nothing I lack for you you to offer me". Dōma shake his head, the smile wider.

"There must be". She look at him.

"Could you afford to give me ?" He nod hastily.

"Yes, anything". (Y/N) tilts her head, snarling.

"Freedom. Let me go". The demon sank her want in his mind and almost his own head shake his head.

And words flee. "No". He could not do that. He can give anything she desires apart from freeing her life. He owns her life and is being too generous for his own good. He march to her and hold her shoulder in dreadful tight. "You are mine thus you won't be free from me". Each word he clearly utters like imprinting on her skin.

"Yes". Glaring she said. "Then offer me your weakness". Dōma halted, never in imagine did such question invade his mind. She draw closer, closer until their chest touching and hand on his shoulders.

"If you do—". Those (E/C) eyes bore into his. "—then I will laugh". Finished she plead. "Smile as you wish". Dōma's heart that hold no life pound at the image of her beauty.

And confess. "Sunlight. My weakness lies in sunlight". Like a foolish man he said out loud, as men in love are, foolish.

The corner of her lips lift in blooming smile and her eyes twinkle like diamonds against the dark glow, exuding vitality and joy. The breathtaking sight stole his breath, captivating him anew.

And the next moment was him pressed their lips together and hands roam on her body with want. (Y/N) breath cautiously, unable to rip her breath away from him and her stomach turn churn, because she truly do not wish to give him her first, her body. She despite being controlled yet here she is pushed to the door and kissed and touched in her entire body, her tears swell in sorrow.

Finally she turn her head away, to breath air in her lungs and Dōma's thirsty lips ravished her skin, tracing a fiery path from cheek to chin, neck, and collarbone. His hand grasp her breast, fondling it as he please and she wince.

Sweet, all she taste is the sweetest he was ever have privilege to, no flesh could be compared to the pleasure and taste she is bestowning him and the hunger is tearing him apart, wanting more and more. His another hand circle her waist, pulling her inexorably closer, primary urge to claim her his and his finger shifted her kimono off her shoulder, exposing tender skin, with a deep, shaking breath, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips searing her skin in a passionate, all-consuming kiss deeply shaking her from her core.

While the sun outside, oblivious to the passionate affair raising little by little that her sight took note of and she clasp her hand on his shoulder, pushing his face into her skin and tried to engulf his entirety. Dōma returns the passion. Wanting to be one with the woman he loves and have her his, for eternal. He decided at the moment she smiled for him. She sealed her life. The golden rays of sun spread far and wide and (Y/N) let his hands rip her kimono, falling with silence on the floor and she stood nude and empty before his eyes that stare at her like staring for the first time, as if falling in love and embedded in his core mmeory.

She inhale breath, for a moment even catch a glimpse of his hand painted in fresh blood following the stench of death however when she blink, the pale hands with neat sharp nails return and his face, curved smile out of happiness, wide and delirious.

Perhaps he went mad, hugging her, feeling her nude to his cloth body and savoring the warmth of her lush skin belong only to him. "I love you". He confess and she met his heated gaze, avert before the grim surface and pull his face to kiss him by her hands on his shoulder and roll their bodies to push him on the door, this time.

The sun has lit the world up to greet morning to earthly creatures and (Y/N) lift her toes and cover his eyes, tilt her head to deepen the kiss and other hand slip past his body and open the door wide to push him with her entire strength she had outside, under the scoring sun.

Dōma, who was astonished, used his speed to escape came too late, the ray has touched his rotton skin, free of shield. It's too late. His countenance twisted in a rictus of pain and stare at the woman he loves betray him, for her freedom.

"This is my gift for you". Her weak legs sink down, watching his demise alike her own people. "Called pain". She utter above a whisper and tears roll down, utter lose and shallow her heart feel, she has no one spared in the world to call her own anyone.

Then her eyes in daze stare at those golds "Well, I can take these and my wealth back". Covering her nude by her cloth, she look away after he turned into nothing and stood to leave.

Language of love she heard the term. Very endearing to hear and yes, his love was nothing less than an unsettling intensity, a suffocating desire to possess. She still however assume he bears the gift offering one.

"Perhaps I bear too". As she did bestowed him her last gift, a emotion called pain wrapped in his death and betray by the one he desired the most.

FIN 

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐨𝐟 ◜◺ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ◞◿

[simsbuildsblog]

Welcome to the intimate, unsettling world of my Fallout-inspired vault — where privacy is a luxury no one can afford.

Down here, the two sides of the corridor face each other with massive windows, forcing everyone to watch, and be watched. On the privileged side — Group P — the residents enjoy carpets, wallpaper, closed doors, and a semblance of normal life. But across the hall, Group E’s apartments are stripped bare: stone or mouldy floors, wide-open doorways, and no privacy whatsoever. The walls between the two Group E apartments are replaced by windows, so Dr. Krieger can observe Lucy without her knowing.

Lucy, stuck in Group E, is haunted by the baby bouncer pointed straight at her apartment — a constant reminder of Penny’s expected baby, Hope, who Lucy secretly obsesses over but would never admit. Lucy despises the Overseer and has a contact on the surface. She’s attempted escape before but got caught — now she’s plotting again.

Dr. Krieger, also in Group E, chose to be there — a twisted layer of control to show “anyone can be placed in Group E,” while he covertly disrupts Lucy’s attempts to make her space homely, removing her decorations at night just to mess with her. Movie cameras watch their every move while they sleep.

On the privileged side, Penny and the Lone Wanderer are next-door neighbors, boyfriend and girlfriend, but forbidden to show affection publicly — their relationship is a fragile secret behind closed doors.

At the helm of it all is the Overseer, Whitmore — a cruel mastermind who predates the bombs. With the help of his trusted friend Dr. Krieger, he’s brewed an anti-age potion, ensuring his endless reign of torment and twisted experiments. His quarters are the vault’s stark contrast: golden chandeliers, Victorian red wallpaper, oil lamps, and portraits of an old world opulence — a chilling reminder this is far from his first vault, and it won’t be his last.

Welcome to a world where control, obsession, and surveillance blur the lines of humanity.

This video reveals just the bedrooms, but there’s so much more to uncover — secret rooms, hidden stories, and deeper vault lore. If you want to see more, drop a like or leave a comment and I’ll share the next chapters of this twisted experiment.

[dramioneasks]

Hi! Feeling very melancholic right now while reading my copy of Onyx and Elm's Don't Look Back so I'm gonna ask for recommendations of stories that has the same... feel to it, if possible. Something with tons of push and pulling— D being an asshole even though he likes Hr, and her calling him out on his BS. D grovelling. Doesn't even need to be werewolf-y, but also not Post-Hogwarts. Oh, and with the Slytherin ensemble. (Silencio, BM/BS, and Isolation, as proper examples)

I hope it's not much of an ask!

There’s a Kind of Magic in Masksby incognitotoro - E, 48 chapters, Words: 142,183 - Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The tenth anniversary of the end of the war is being marked by a lavish masquerade spread over three nights. It’s the event of the decade, but most importantly, it’s a perfect opportunity for her to escape the impossible pressure of being Hermione Granger. Unfortunately, it’s also the perfect opportunity to escape the endless shame of being Draco Malfoy.

Family Ties By: l.h. Zein - T,  32 chapters- They would underestimate him. The strongest person he’d ever known had been underestimated, and she was his mother in all but blood. He molded himself, played the part he’d been cast to play, while he waited for his chance. Then Sirius Black had escaped. Twisted canon. AU picking up at the start of DH.

Clean by olivieblake - M, 31 chapters - Malfoy’s handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. “No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?” She looked up at him defiantly. “Maybe I don’t have faith in you!” she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. “You’ll find I’m very surprising.” Dramione AU, Year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of “This World or Any Other” series.  

The Gift of Joy By: BiscuitsForPotter - M, 22 chapters - After the murder of Albus Dumbledore, Draco never makes it out of Hogwarts. Instead, he is captured, interrogated, and placed in the care of someone who can help him lie low temporarily. His caretaker? None other than one Hermione Granger. Stripped of his status, his wand, and his dignity, can Draco Malfoy find solace in the company of the muggleborn he once tormented?

-Lisa

[gewhanaa]

Bloodweave Fic Masterlist

A collection of my complete and ongoing bloodweave fics!

Ongoing

Closer To Ghosts Than God | rating: E | tags: no tadpole AU, strangers to friends to lovers, PTSD recovery, angst with a happy ending | 120k+ words

Five years is a long time for a human. An eighth of Gale Dekarios’ entire existence, yet still not long enough to forget that which he desperately wishes he could. The weight of time serves only to chain him to that moment, restored and unmade simultaneously. Five years is the blink of an eye for an elf, and hardly even that for a vampiric one. Still, Astarion Ancunin wants nothing more than to go back and play that moment in time on repeat, until he's memorized every detail. Maybe if he could, he'd finally be able to put two centuries of torment to rest. They must decide what they're willing to do to escape their respective prisons and come to terms with what they've already done. When two sides of the same coin are melted through and forced to intermingle, they will be forced to open their eyes. Is it worth it?

Softly Falls The Foot | rating: M | tags: modern flower shop AU, strangers to lovers | 2k+ words

Astarion takes refuge with Halsin at his bespoke flower shop, Fine Floriography. It's simple if a little boring, at least until a regular catches his attention.

Evermore | rating: T | tags: fic of a fic, ice skating AU, character study, album fic | 8.5k+ words

This is a non-linear, largely introspective/character study set in The Season (by @linnetagain) universe, written to the Evermore album, in which each chapter is a different song.

Complete (>5k words)

The Dreadful Need | rating: E | tags: act 2, friends-to-lovers, gift giving | 5.2k words

Gale's earring has gone missing, and he has a prime suspect in mind.

Don't You Hear Me Howling? | rating: E | tags: Modern AU, werewolf AU, strangers to lovers, smut | 15k words

Glasses looked away shyly, and Astarion couldn't even bring himself to be annoyed that Karlach was right. Most of the time when he went out like this, he had only a passing interest in whoever he ended up going home with. They were a good meal. Something to occupy the long, endless nights. Maybe a little pleasure, if they knew what they were doing. Content to let potential lovers come to him, Astarion rarely pursued anyone in particular. He hadn't wanted anyone in particular.

Keep These Longings Locked | rating: E | tags: act 1, getting together, hurt/comfort | 14.9k words

They weren't talking about it. Gale shouldn't have been surprised; Astarion wasn't known for sharing his feelings unless it was to complain. Where Gale wore his heart on his sleeve, his newfound vampiric lover kept his squirreled away, shoving it down as far from the surface as he could manage.

Love And Its Decisive Pain | rating: T | tags: modern AU, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, cooking | 5.6k words

“I thought maybe this afternoon we could cook together?” Astarion stared owlishly at him, mouth parted slightly in surprise. “Cook?” He parroted, and Gale shifted nervously, feeling self conscious.

Act The Maggot | rating: M | tags: AU canon divergence, developing relationship, hurt/comfort | 6.3k words

Astarion was not in love. As far as he was concerned, love was a fickle, fantastical thing found solely in the hearts of children and fools. If there were ever a point in his life where he thought himself capable of loving or being loved, his former master took care to strip him of that.

I, Carrion | rating: M | tags: Act 2, getting together, hurt/comfort | 5k words

Gale is determined to befriend the camp's feral vampire, the same way he might go about taming the cats in Waterdeep: bribery. Astarion is determined to make him work for it. Things come to a head when they take respite at Last Light Inn.

Complete (<5k words)

Ours Never Knew Peace | rating: M | tags: hurt/comfort, friends-to-lovers, modern AU | 2.7k words

It's been a year since Gale's life went to hell in a handbasket. Since he died for two minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Since Mystra left him. Since the career he’d dreamed of and worked towards since he was a boy fell apart. Since he had his sternum cracked open and a little machine tucked inside to keep his broken heart pumping. How unfair it feels that Gale’s heart can give up while he has to keep going.

Karma Is A Cat | rating: T | tags: post-canon, getting together, roommates-to-lovers | 4.1k words

Astarion tries to get along with Tara. Truly, he does—for Gale's sake if nothing else—but what can he do when the stuck-up tressym hates his guts? He doesn't expect anything as deep as friendship, but surely two fully grown sentient creatures can manage a cordial enough relationship to keep the peace.

Slow Down, Sit Down | rating: E | tags: post-canon, fluff & smut, D/S, trans Astarion | 2.4k words

“A break can do wonders to refresh your mind, my Star. You may find when you return after a bit of respite that your ideas flow more easily," Gale murmurs into soft curls, rubbing circles into the tense muscles of Astarion's shoulders. “Let me take care of you for a while?”

Swallow Your Pride For Me | rating: E | tags: post-canon, getting back together, misunderstandings | 1.3k words

Astarion would’ve liked to make the most of the time he has left with Gale, but no. Instead, Rolan is monopolizing his free time while Astarion has nothing better to do than watch them and drink wine that tastes like vinegar.

It's Halloween (we can be anything) | rating: M | tags: modern with magic AU, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers | 4k words

“Don’t be dense, you’re dressed as a wizard,” she says, rolling her eyes. Astarion short circuits for a moment. He didn’t choose this costume as a nod to Gale. That would be absurd. Wizards in the modern day don’t even wear robes. An old-timey wizard is a perfectly reasonable choice of costume! “Well, yes, but not for Gale,” Astarion protests, frowning. “Right. Because you know so many other wizards that totally influenced your costume.”

Icarus To Your Certainty | rating: T | tags: modern AU, fluff & humor, marriage proposal | 3.2k words

Astarion loves Gale more than anything, and he's ready to take the next step in their relationship. There's just one small problem. Gale still has to meet his family.

The One That Got A Thay | rating: M | tags: Act 1, feelings realization, getting together | 1.4k words

At the end of the day, though, it doesn't matter who they think should have it. Astarion did the work, and it's rightfully his.

Holding My Breath (like I met someone) | rating: T | tags: college AU, meet-stupid, getting together | 2.9k words

Once is an accident. Twice, a coincidence. But three times? That's a pattern.

Lost In Your Current (like a priceless wine) | rating: T | tags: post canon, friends to lovers, drunk confessions | 3.3k words

Gale and Astarion are best friends—and he's fine with that, really—until a few too many drinks are had at Wither's reunion party.

Talk Too Much | rating: T | tags: different first meeting, pre-relationship | 1.3k words

“I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod,” Astarion orders. The man must be stupid or reckless because he opens his mouth, instead. “Oh. You're not dead,” he says.

I Think He Knows | rating: T | tags: post-canon, domestic fluff, accidental proposal | 4k words

Gale's plan was supposed to be simple. Keep the ring hidden from Astarion until after the wedding, then surprise him with it right before they returned to Waterdeep.

Common Tongue | rating: E | tags: post-canon, established relationship, PWP | 2k words

When his husband initially proposed this venture—flushed pink and too nervous to look him in the eye when he asked—Astarion's mind ran wild with fantasies of how to utilize this new discovery. It was well established that Gale had a bit of an oral fixation.

Will You Please Stand? | rating: M | tags: post-canon, established relationship | 2.5k words

Astarion adored how responsive he was, even after two years together. It made it near impossible to behave himself in situations like this. Gale was a vision with his brows furrowed in that intense look of concentration, wispy hairs escaping a half-bun to frame gorgeous brown eyes. Astarion loved his hair up like this. How it exposed his tanned throat and the twin half-healed punctures just above his collar.

Astarions Loving Gales: A Support Group | rating: T | tags: crack and fluff, multiverse | 1.7k words

A lot of Astarions have a lot of problems. Maybe together, they can work them out. Or... not.

[basicsofislam]

BASICS OF ISLAM: Fasting: What are the spiritual benefits of fasting?.Part3

e. Fasting exalts the soul

The body, as well as the soul, has some needs and desires. The physical body of a human is comparatively small, but the soul is infinite. The countless tendencies, desires, feelings, dreams, thoughts, and ideas of humanity are like an index of the universe.

Therefore, nothing but worship, the greatest and the most sublime way of reaching Allah, can advance and improve the soul and faculties of such a being, fulfill their tendencies and desires, broaden and arrange their ideas, control their powers pertaining to lust and anger, allow them to reach their preordained perfection and bind them to Allah the Almigthy.

Fasting, which is an act of worship, comprises all these characteristics.

The Messenger of Allah says:

“There are alms for everything. Observing the fast is the alms for the body and observing the fast is half of patience.”

Daily Prayer is the main pillar of religion, fasting is the main pillar of the soul, while the prescribed alms is the main pillar of the community.

That is, a religion without Daily Prayers, a soul that does not fast, and a community that does not contribute to charity cannot stand upright. In the same way that food nourishes the body, fasting nourishes the soul. It is as difficult to lead a religious life without fasting as it is to live without eating.

Therefore, although it changes in form and duration, fasting has been accepted as an important fundamental of all religions; the main aim of religious fasting is to purify the soul. Moreover, Prophets, who are guides for the purification and perfection of the soul, observed fasting during the preparation phase of their difficult missions. While fasting and worshipping during the month of Ramadan in the Hira cave on top of a mountain in solitude, Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, was called to Prophethood at the age of forty. The Bible mentions that Jesus fasted for forty days in the desert before starting his ministry. Similarly, Moses received the Ten Commandments after fasting for forty days. This is another proof of the fact that fasting is an influential factor in the maturation and purification of human beings.

To conclude, the soul is purified and refined through fasting. Those who want to improve their spiritual faculties should observe the fast. In other words, those who do not fast become captives of their body and cannot renew and excel their soul.

f. Fasting controls worldly desires

People need to restrain the endless desires of their carnal soul, for the desires and habits of the carnal soul are like lethal poison or forces that push them to degrade themselves.

The carnal soul continuously commands human beings to commit sins.

According to a Qur’anic decree Prophet Joseph describes the carnal soul in the most eloquent way:

“Nor do I absolve my own self of blame: the human soul is certainly prone to evil, unless my Lord does bestow His Mercy: but surely my Lord is All-Forgiving, Most Merciful” [Yusuf 12:53].)

It is very difficult to satisfy the carnal soul; the more you give the more it demands.

The Noble Messenger used to supplicate:

“O Allah, I seek refuge in You from incapacity, from sloth, from cowardice, from miserliness, decrepitude and from the torment of the grave. O Allah, grant to my soul a sense of righteousness and purify it, for You are the Best Purifier. You are the soul’s Protecting Friend and Guardian. O Allah, I seek refuge in You from the knowledge which does not benefit, from the heart that does not have the fear of Allah, from the soul that does not feel contented and the supplication that is not responded.”

In another tradition he seeks refuge in Allah from evils, troubles, and atrocities of the soul.

Fasting is also like armor against fornication, a sin that endangers family life. The Noble Messenger advises those who do not have the economic means to marry to observe the fast in order to avoid sins. Actually, fasting is an effective means of taking the carnal soul under control.

Therefore, fasting, which is obligatory in many religions and accepted as a practical means demonstrating one’s fear of and respect for Allah (taqwa), was established as one of the pillars of Islam.

Allah says in the Qur’an:

“O you who believe! Prescribed for you is the Fast, as it was prescribed for those before you, so that you may deserve Allah’s protection against the temptations of your carnal soul and attain piety” [al-Baqarah 2:183].)

Fasting is the reins and bit that restrain the carnal self. It hinders human beings from becoming pharaohs.

It is reported that the Prophet said:

“Allah inflicted certain sort of punishments upon the carnal self. First He put the carnal self in the fire and asked: ‘Who are you, who am I?’ The carnal self said: ‘You are you, I am me.’ Then Allah restrained the self with hunger and asked again: ‘Who are you, who am I?’ The final answer of the self was: ‘You are the Owner of the worlds and I am one of Your humble servants.’”

Finally, human beings can prevent their souls from being rebellious to the Almighty Allah and train them to become an obedient servant by fasting. People who observe the fast become aware that during the fast their soul is as pure as that of the angels. When fasting they are able to understand that they cannot do anything unless they are so permitted, that they cannot have even a sip of water without the permission of Allah and thus they perceive that they are not the owner but rather the owned and they are not the master but the servant.

In the end, they become aware of their endless weakness, destitution, and deficiencies, and thus prepare to knock at the door of the All-Merciful and the All- Compassionate in a grateful manner.

[alan-in-the-outernet]

Haunted

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We never really felt.. normal. None of our family ever seemed at ease, and neither was I.

I see things, all of us do, but we’ve learned throughout the generations to stay quiet, yet we whisper of It haunting our halls, shadows twisting into wicked grins, a cold feeling of being.. pulled down.

We speak to eachother of it, lest we go mad of fright, we stick together.

The Hanged One, is what we call It. Supposedly the child of Grief.

The name of the old city has been erased completely, as if that beast who sieged it cursed the world with its grief, so that is its name, Grief.

The Hanged One, it looks.. like a beast of old, it moves with bones cracking, blood pouring out of its neck endlessly, never clotting nor slowing down, glowing red eyes and sharp teeth, claws stained with blood, a hungry grin.

A snapped noose hangs loosely around its neck, as it whispers, it speaks softly of its hate, its rage, its wish to be free from its eternal suffocation, never to gasp air again.

We hear it always, from our birth it is there, watching from above, claws just nearing our newborn flesh, giggling to itself.

On our death, we cannot escape either, for we are not allowed to fade into nature, it is not satisfied, for it drags us with it, swallowing our souls, forcing our torment into a seemingly endless nightmare.

This is the curse of our forefathers, for we fled from The Land Of Grief, and we shall pay the price, it will not be satisfied until time runs dry, and only then shall it allow our souls to fade away, into blissful unknowing.

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SO SPOOKY... AND ALSO WELL WRITTEN...

You and Violet need to stop treating me so much, i might perish /silly

But ough... really this is so so cool...