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devildomwriter · 10 days

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Obey Me as Disenchantment Quotes #1

Lucifer & Satan: *Laughing maniacally*

Simeon: “While I question their evil motives, it is nice to see them happy.”

Barbatos: “Now announcing the triumphant return of our heroes from their quest that we all privately thought would fail.”

Mammon & Leviathan: “…”

Lucifer: “How do we even know it worked.”

Solomon: “Oh but it must have worked. Now to test it, we need a volunteer to kill you.”

Belphegor: “Dibs.”

Barbatos: “How can you keep messing up a recipe with two ingredients?”

Solomon: “If you ever run into trouble give them this note.”

MC: “Kill me?”

Solomon: “Thirteen gave it to me, now I give it to you.”

Leviathan: “I’ve been meaning to…but the thing is, I…so you see…well, I’m glad we had this talk. How bout you talk now?”

MC: “But you haven’t said anything yet.”

Belphegor: “Well I was waiting to tell you until after I was dead so I wouldn’t have to tell you.”

Mammon: “Now just keep holding on, okay. Just keep holding on.”

MC: “It’s okay, it’s okay Mammon, I always wanted to go out while I’m still young and hot.”

Leviathan: “I didn’t want to tell you because I’m terrified of female emotions.”

Satan: “No, no, no, I was mostly raised by Lucifer. And a bunch of friendly drunks down at the pub. They taught me the fine art of stabbing.”

Barbatos: “It’s just too painful seeing the truth all the time.”

Solomon: “Ah, that’s why humans tend to avoid it.”

Belphegor: “The profession left without me.”

Diavolo: “Oh, that’s too bad.”

Belphegor: “I blame myself, cause I didn’t even notice.”

Solomon & Barbatos: *fighting*

Asmodeus: “Guys, guys come on. I’m much more embarrassed than I am aroused.”

Asmodeus: “MC, you poor baby. What a horrific day you’ve had. Let’s have too much wine and forget about it all.”

Beelzebub: “How’d you become a weird talking cat.”

Satan: “You keep shoving waffles in your mouth while I think of an answer.”

Thirteen: “I’ll use my skills as a hunter and Raphael will use his diplomacy to stab them with a broom handle.”

Solomon: “I used to spend many nights up here. Watching the sky, the moon, the neighbors.”

Lucifer: “This is your home. You’re free to explore.”

MC: “Wow, what’s behind that door?”

Lucifer: “None of your business nosy.”

Mammon: “Maybe you were overcome by chimney fumes. It happens quite frequently in a place like this with no chimnies.”

Satan: “What family curse? You mean insanity?”

Leviathan: “No, don’t be crazy. But yes I mean insanity.”

Asmodeus: “You guys are heavy. Do I really need both of you?”

Solomon & Satan: “Yes!”

Asmodeus: “Damn, I hate democracy.”

Mammon: “I knew you could count on me!”

Simeon: “What’s this called again?”

Mammon: “A a massage. It’s like a light well intentioned beating.”

Diavolo: “You’re clearly upset.”

Lucifer: “I’m not upset!”

Diavolo: “You said that like you were upset!”

MC: “Come on Belphegor be reasonable!”

Belphegor: “Never!”

Satan: “We’re gonna have to wing this in a dangerously half assed manner.”

Mammon: “That’s the Morningstar way.”

Asmodeus: “There’s plenty of fish in the sea, Sol.”

Solomon: “Like hell am I marrying another fish woman.”

Lucifer: “Disappointment’s a form of caring.”

Diavolo: “Tell me, where are you from.”

Solomon: “A country setting, it’s kind of like a farm but more stabbing.”

Simeon: “This whole thing feels like a weird dream.”

Mammon: “Or scurvy. When does scurvy kick in?”

Lucifer: “Believe it or not I know what it feels like to be burned alive by a mob of idiots.”

Beelzebub: “Oh, sweet butter, you’re the only thing right with the world.”

Solomon: “Morning, Belphegor! Care to try my new cure all? It wards off the deadly plague.”

Belphegor: “I’m actually hoping for death. Thanks though.”

Mammon: “For the first time in my life I feel completely calm and—“

Mammon: *Gets attacked by hawk*

Satan: “I’ve loved you since the moment you killed my brother.”

Mammon: “You don’t scare me! I was born scared.”

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llamagoddessofficial · 11 months

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Have you ever done a full Mafiatale au for the boys? Not just Hit but MF Sans, Red, and Skull?

OUP

Just three mafia guys. Lookin for love.

Sans: Pretty lies.

... Maybe you like that. Maybe you like that he gives you something gentler to believe. Maybe you like that he washes his hands before he ever gets home. Maybe you like that he tells you he's a boring banker, he never lets you even suspect his darker side, he never smells of dust or gunpowder. He just offers you comforts, normalcy, love... he just wants to keep you safe. His eyelights look harmless, his grin looks soft. Who, him? In the mob? Look at him, darling, he can barely tie his own tie before work without you. What a silly question. Let's go get Grillby's.

Sans will do anything to keep his darling safe, and in the dark. His love language is lies.

Red: If Sans is pretty lies, Red is the scary truth. He despises the thought of lying to the one he loves and he makes no effort to hide how dangerous his life is- he flaunts it, he wears it on his sleeve. Being with him is flashy and exciting... but no matter how gentle he is with you, it can still be damn frightening. Especially when you, as his partner and a new member of his family, get a front-row seat to just how violent he can be.

With him, there's a lot to fear. But you'll never have to be afraid he's hiding anything from you. Red is the only one you could actually reasonably leave, if you really wanted to; as heartbroken as he'd be losing the love of his life, he understands if his life is too much. If you genuinely expressed a desire to return to normalcy, he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were free. You'd never even catch a glimpse of his world again.

Skull: ... He has the dirtiest hands of the group. As much as the other skeletons like to posture, everyone has heard the stories about Skull... and everyone gives him more than enough room. No matter who you're affiliated with, you simply don't fuck around with Skull.

... He loves intensely, and he loves forever. But he hasn't got the confidence to truly pursue, because he's terrified of scaring you. He really believes that nobody as lovely as you could ever be anything other than horrified at his attentions. His bad habit of trying to buy love often shines through- constantly giving pretty things whenever he believes his looks, words (and worth) fail him. Outfits, jewels, access to exclusive places, anything and everything to do with your hobbies. He tried to approach you, and you looked frightened? Enjoy three month's rent already being mysteriously paid off.

His hope is that if he piles enough nice things on you, you'll be too distracted to think about leaving him. He's not exactly got the ability to sweep you off your feet... but he's not got the ability to ever let go, either.

#llamagines #mafia au #skull: h-hi #mc: [visibly nervous] Hi?#skull: (drops a full binder of first gen collector's edition pokemon cards into her lap) bye #mc: ?????????

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writingescapades · 30 days

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Peafowls II - Peahen

Very few people knew when he really came back, and Kakavasha preferred it that way. He was welcomed back by Topaz and Ratio, but soon left alone in the spare bedroom. He didn’t have to wait long. Funny how despite the many months he was away, he could still pick up on your presence. You were finally together but there was no happy reunion. There was just a tense atmosphere and two people stuck behind habits ingrained into their bones.

He looked away from you and you knew why. He was giving you a choice. To show vulnerability? A test of wits? Or anger? What did you want to show him? You looked at his back. Did you even want him? Ignoring everything, did you want him truly?

How would you feel if he went away, disappeared again? If the last memory of his was his back? If that was the last memory of him in his world?

Your chest tightened. He was human. He could die. He would die. Could you live with it? Your chest tightened. You should be brave, make the first move. Dare to indulge for once, to wager against a regretful decision.

His back was right there. You should just move. But you leaned against a desk and clenched the edge hard in your right hand.

His back was waiting. He should just say something. But your chest tightened harshly, and your throat began to close.

Calm down. You closed your eyes. Calm down.

He’s not dead yet.

He’s right here.

You inhaled deeply, willing the emotion down.

You’re fine. He’s fine. Nothing’s going wrong. Don’t get emotional. It has no use here. Truth does.

Say something!

You clenched harder against the table, fingertips turning white. Why was it so hard?

Did he say something? You heard noise. His voice. Closer.

His back was gone.

Gone.

He called out to you, concern laced in his voice. All games and pretenses were down.

“You’re fine,” you blustered out.

Damn! Calm down! Don’t be useless now. Where are your words?!

He called out to you again, “Are you—”

Humiliation spread throughout. You were not!

“Don’t hide yourself. Not in front of me. It’s okay. After all we’ve been through. I deserve it”.

The tears pooled out. You shut your eyes, scrunched them up tight. You don’t understand. You deserve much more than tears.

“You’re fine,” you warbled out before sinking to the floor.

Kakavasha sank with you, arms wrapping around trying to cushion you. You buried your head in his lap, ashamed of your face. Your arms gripped his clothes.

“I’m fine,” he whispered.

He didn’t fully understand the situation. But his uncertainty was gone. How could it linger when he could fell how tightly you gripped his clothes taking care not to pinch his skin. The sudden vulnerability. The tears. You caved, but he didn’t see it that way.

“Ah my goddess blesses me with rain once more,” he teased.

A snort. Two chuckles. The tears stop as quickly as they came. Then Kakavasha hears a low voice carrying the fortitude he was familiar with.

“I’ll do better than your goddesses”.

“Oh,” he cooed. “How so?”

“I’ll love you”.

There it was. The words he was dying to say and terrified to hear. Those words you both danced around since you first partnered together. It was unfair of him to desire it really. A malicious part of him wondered though. The goddess blessed him, and he suffered all sorts of miseries. What would your love do to him? What more would he have to endure? Could he even bare it?

But don’t you want this?

Yes. That really was the thin line. Kakavasha never wanted the goddess’s blessing. He was barely holding onto life with the weight it held in his mind. But the weight on his lap? He could bare it. This goddess who sobbed on his lap because she loved him beyond her own comprehension. He wanted it.

“Thank You”. Why you wanted to love him, he didn’t know. He just started to believe in it, but was still too scared to question it. His soft thanks whispered into your ear would be the first of many thanks he would say as you built each other and your relationship, but it would transform, and one day Kakavasha would bestow you with an “I love you”.

#hsr #hsr x reader #honkai impact #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #kakavasha #kakavasha hsr #kakavasha x reader

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thewulf · 10 months

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Flatter Me || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Please do a Jake x reader where it’s angsty then fluffy! Like the reader likes jake and jake likes reader but they both are like “oh no how couldn’t they ever like me” so there’s an event and they decide to go together as friends cause they both don’t have a date but maybe reader was talking to rooster and thought it seemed flirty.. Read Rest Here

A/N: Loved writing this one! Just love fluffy Jake really :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 2.7k +

“You were unbelievable! You are unbelievable.” Jake shot you a wink across the table after recalling some of his favorite memories in the Navy. The group of you had all just been inducted as instructors at Top Gun after passing all the tests and flight sims you needed to. It wasn’t easy. Probably one of the toughest things you had to do so far. But you’d all passed. Naturally. You were the best of the best.

“You flatter me Seresin.” You held up your beer to his before taking a quick sip of the cool liquid polishing off the glass.

He tilted his head taking a long look at you before responding, “The truth darlin’.” He let his accent draw out knowing you loved it making that very clear. You and Jake had run in’s throughout the years but never actually got to know each other until last year when you were moved to his base. You’d surprisingly gotten along right at the get go.

He only ever gave compliments to you. He made sure to look out for you. He adored you. You quickly found a way to weasel a way into his heart shattering that imagine of Hangman he so desperately tried to portray. You’d slipped right through the mask seeing him for him. Jake. Your Jake. Your favorite guy.

Shaking your head, you bit your bottom lip lightly not having a clue what you were doing to him, “You have a date to the ball yet?” You lost your confidence and sounded like a middle school girl trying to chat with her crush. You’d prayed he’d say no. He always said no. He wasn’t the ‘dating’ type. Or so, he always told you. That’s why you held back. Too scared to admit any sort of romantic feeling towards the man. You were terrified he’d high tail it in the opposite direction. Instead of freaking him out you’d just keep your lips sealed. Easy enough, right?

He shook his head, “Not yet.” He sighed taking a peek at you. He wanted to take you more than anything. He had been stalling unsure of how to ask you. He wanted to take you as more than friends, but he too was terrified of losing you. He knew that logically, that’d never happen. But things always changed when feelings were admitted to, “You?”

You sighed, “I think I’m going to have to ask somebody at this rate Jake. Not a guy has even looked at me.” It’d never bothered

Oh, how wrong you were. So, so wrong. But the guys knew that you were his girl. He’d made that adamantly clear. And he panicked. He panicked seeing the sadness you were trying so desperately to hide from him.

“Come with me.” He spit out.

Raising a brow, you leaned your elbows on the table using your palms to rest your chin, “Go on.”

He mimicked your actions. His eyes danced from yours down dangerously close to your lips then right back up, “I’ll take you to the Navy Ball. As friends. If you want.”

Damn. You’d gotten your hopes up with that one for a second too long, “As friends. Yeah.” You responded not knowing you’d just reinforced that for him in his own mind. The two of you playing a cruel game with the other and not even knowing it.

“Great.” He nodded giving your wrist a light tap, “It’s a date.”

The grin that erupted on your face couldn’t be stopped, not even if you tried. You didn’t try, “It’s a date Jakey boy.”

He rolled his eyes at that nickname. Only you were allowed to call him anything other than Hangman, really. But you pushed it with that one. No matter how soft his heart had really gone for you, “What color is your dress sweetheart?”

Your eye twitched at that new one. It was always darling with you. He’d never thrown out a sweetheart in all the time you’d known him, “A light blue.” You fished your phone out to show him a picture from the website.

He took a quick look before turning his eyes back up to you, “You’ll look beautiful in that darlin’.” He was laying it on thick now.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see. “Smiling warmly at the handsome pilot you turned towards the group that had begun chatting amongst themselves knowing you and Jake were going to be off in your own little world anyway.

“I’m out. Anybody need another?” A round of no’s followed by Jakes shaking head had you strolling up to the bar alone with your empty glass.

You’d been so caught up watching the people across the bar you hadn’t even seen Bradley stroll right up to you, “Would you look what the cat dragged in.”

You snapped your attention to the much taller dark-haired pilot, “Bradley!” You gave him a one-armed hug squeezing him tight not knowing you had a pair of eyes focused intently on the interaction.

“Congrats on making it in.” he smirked knowing he’d been induced six months prior. He’d never seemed to let you, or Jake live it down. He was the first to make it in.

“You finally got some competition huh?” You grinned knowing how to get right under his skin.

He laughed flicking you in the arm, “You can say that.”

You cooed placing a gentle hand on his arm. Mocking him absolutely. But that’s not what Jake saw, “It’s okay Bradley. You can give compliments. It won’t kill you.”

He grumbled, “That you know of.” Grabbing his beer he motioned you along, “Come on. Seresin’s been staring me down since I walked over to you.”

You grabbed it before shoving him lightly, “Shut up Bradshaw.”

He shook his head quickly, “I didn’t say anything. But you just did.” He shot you a wink before walking to the other side of the table. When you sat back down Jake was looking down and away. He was oddly quiet the rest of the night even as you finalized the plans to go to the Navy Ball, as friends. Friends. Friends don’t feel the way you do about him. Fuck being friends.

You were always busy anymore, especially during the work week. So was Jake. So, you didn’t think too much of it when the two of you had barely communicated before the Ball. Little did you know he was trying to avoid you at all costs. He couldn’t be around you. You liked Bradley and he couldn’t take it. You never looked at him like you did Bradshaw at the bar. Eyes fluttering and your mouth bursting with giggles, cute as hell. Fucking Bradshaw was going to take his girl. How in the hell had he managed to get your sweet, sweet attention. Jake swore he was the least deserving of the group to get your attention.

So, he did what he did best and bolted from his problems. Avoided. He’d even found a new date for the Navy Ball. Convincing himself that it’d be for the best. You liked somebody else. You didn’t want to go with him to the Ball, as friend. When he didn’t hear back from you after he swore that he texted you he got a little worried but didn’t think too much of it. You were known for opening texts and responding days later. Maybe you were on a mission to find another date to the ball, Bradshaw probably. Fucking Bradshaw.

But Jake was an idiot. He never sent a text. Letting you get ready, drive to the venue and wait. Wait on his stupid ass. You sat at the gazebo in front of the venue waiting. Watching. Waiting and watching and starting to feel a little more apprehensive the longer it took for him to get there. You waved as the other men and their wives and girlfriends walked on in. You hid your sadness as Bradley passed by with the prettiest girl on his arm. You pulled out your phone. No text, no call. You could call him, but it just didn’t feel right. Something was wrong. You’d missed something.

What you weren’t ready for was Jake showing up thirty minutes after you’d planned with a beautiful girl on his arm. A beautiful girl in a light blue dress. You’d felt paralyzed. Maybe he wouldn’t look. Maybe you’d just be able to slip on out after another little bit. Once everybody had arrived. Fuck. What in the hell was happening?

“Y/N?” That familiar voice rang out breaking you from the spiral your mind was going on.

You sprung from your seat brushing the icy blue dress down, “Jake, where’ve you been?” Wide eyes looked at him as his kind eyes brushed over your features. He knew you saw the girl behind him. He saw the panic on your face. The wobble in your voice. The telltale signs you were about to cry. Shit. Did he send the text? He could’ve sworn he did.

“Y/N, I texted you. I found another date.”

You stepped back feeling the stone-cold dagger rip right through your heart. It was beating so damn fast it was hard to even think of a sentence in your head, so you shook your head instead. Shook it quickly buying yourself time, “I didn’t get a text.” Looking down you sucked in a heart breath. Breathe. You had to breathe. It was fine, a simple miscommunication.

He stepped forward feeling a similar pang through his own heart. Double shit, “I’m so sorry.” His heart was going to shatter when you stepped back again. You never ever ran from him.

“It’s okay. I should go. Enjoy your date.” You slipped out down the stairs behind you. Thanking the Lord that there were two sets of steps, and you could finally just run away from him. How fucking mortifying. Why would Jake like you? He wasn’t the dating type. He was Jake fucking Seresin. The playboy extraordinaire.

You dapped the inner corner of your eye trying to stop the inevitable waterworks that would commence once you got home. But Jake was quicker, “Woah, woah. Hold on.” Gently, he grabbed your elbow pulling you to a stop, “You can stay. You still have a ticket.” He tried to remind you feeling awful about it all. You weren’t finding another date. You were waiting on him.

You shook your head quickly, “I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” He wouldn’t let you go. Even when you tugged a little.

“Jake. Just let me go home.” A single tear spilled down

“Y/N…” He looked into your eyes for something. Anything. But it was all sadness. Such sadness that he caused.

You yanked yourself away from him, “For the record. I didn’t want to just go as friends.” You let another tear fall before hightailing it to your car. Peeling out of the lot before he could even really process what the hell you’d just told him.

He ran to his date muttering a quick apology before handing her the tickets telling her to enjoy herself before getting the hell out of there. He had to get to you. You didn’t like Bradshaw. You liked him? Fuck. He groaned before throwing himself into his car and driving right to your place.

He knocked. And called. And knocked some more. You knew he had a key. He could use it but he was waiting on you. You decided to let him sit there for a good thirty minutes of incessant banging and calling before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Would you shut the hell up?” You pursed your lips studying the handsome man before you.

His eyes went wide not thinking you’d actually answer, “Y/N I’m…”

“Annoying as hell.” You went to shut the door, but he stopped you. Stepping inside quickly, “I didn’t invite you inside Seresin.”

He grimaced knowing you were livid. You’d have every right to be. He was pissed with himself for being such an ass to you. His girl, “We need to talk. Can’t do

“We don’t.” He studied you. His heart ached as he saw the tears staining your beautiful makeup. Beautiful no matter what.

He sighed taking your hand, “Yes we do. Come on.” He pulled you to the couch. You’d just gone with it knowing it’d be now or tomorrow with Jake. There was no avoiding the rejection that was incoming. You gave yourself a little distance between the two of you.

You just felt like arguing at this point. You didn’t really need to pick a fight but here you were, “I said…”

He interrupted you before you could pick that argument completely though, “Do you like Bradshaw?” He knew you didn’t. But he needed to hear you confirm it.

Making a nasty face you responded to him, “Bradley? Ew. I don’t fucking like Bradshaw. Are you kidding me? He’s like my brother.” You fake gagged before crossing your arms over your chest. Was that what this was all about?

“But at the bar.” His heart dropped to his ass as he processed your words. You didn’t like Bradshaw?

You shook your head confused as ever, “You’re going to have to elaborate Jake.”

He waved his hand, “Never mind.” He’d really fucked this one up. How had he managed to do that so quickly? This was why he didn’t do relationships. This right here.

He did know one thing though. You were worth it. Whatever it was you needed to gain his trust that he brutally shattered in one moment. He knew you were worth whatever fight he needed to fight. He wasn’t a relationships kind of guy, but he would be with you. He wanted to be with you. He loved you.

You interrupted his thoughts with your own rambling, “That’s so gross Jake. Can’t believe you would even think that Jake Seresin! He’s…”

“I like you.” He interrupted your ramblings knowing

You snapped your neck so fast towards him he thought it’d give you whiplash, “What?”

Smiling he reached a handout for yours, which you’d never deny. Your heart fluttered as he laced his fingers within yours making sure to rub the back of your hand with his thumb, “You heard me sweetheart. I like you.”

“Oh, you do?” You couldn’t quite believe your ears right now. Jake liked you? The guy who didn’t do relationships? Now, what in the hell could that mean.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I do. A whole lot.” His eyes bounced around your face as you took in his words.

After a moment that felt far too long to him you let out a beautiful smile. The smile that pulled him right into you, “I like you too. A whole lot.”

This time it was his turn to look surprised, “You do?” He was mocking you at this point and you knew it. But it didn’t

“Asshole.” You shoved his shoulder lightly with your free hand that he caught with his own free hand far too easily.

“But I’m your favorite asshole, right?” He grinned leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

You shook your head, “You’re on the shortlist Jake.”

He chuckled looking at you softly. Softer than any expression you’d seen on the man prior, “I’ve never told you how truly beautiful you are Y/N.” He smiled seeing your expression of adoration as you listened to him, “Inside and out I’ve never met a more amazing person before. I like you a whole lot. I think I’m falling in love with you if we’re being honest here.” He let spill out before he could reign it in.

You wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill, “You flatter me Seresin.” Shaking your head, you buried your head in the crook of his neck wrapping your arms around him tightly. He responded by doing the same, pulling you into his lap completely. Oh, how he’d dreamed of this for a while. Dreamed of holding you in his arms.

“You deserve it sweetheart.” He brushed a hair out of your face once you looked back up to him.

You grinned not really believing this was happening after so long of pining for your friend. You’d all but given up at this point but here he was confessing his feelings so freely, “Would you kiss me?” You asked hoping you’d never wake from this dream turned reality.

His smile could’ve lit up an entire room, “I thought you’d never ask darlin’.”

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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"and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."

- you are jeff, richard siken

The back of the Winnebago is so quiet. It is so so quiet.

Four rowdy children under the same roof and not a single one of them says a word now. No jokes, no laughter, no bickering. The only sound amongst them all is their shaky inhales and measured exhales as they all marinate in this— this.

The plan that has to work, the uncertainty of what lies ahead. The heavy truth that this may very well be the last time some of them see each other.

Even Robin and her near constant stream of consciousness rambling is silent beside him. The only way he knows she's actually there is when they sail over a pothole and her shoulder bumps into his.

It's fucking eerie.

The silent knell of a death march — or ride. Whatever.

It makes Eddie's stomach turn.

Eddie is nervous. He's terrified, actually. This is bigger than anything he's ever dealt with in his life before, and he doesn't know how he's made it this far, he really doesn't.

But even more, he doesn't know how everyone else around him is so... calm. Sure, they've all done this before, it's far from their first time, but jesus fucking christ, have they really gotten used to fighting interdimensional monsters that threaten to destroy the world? Does that not scare the absolute bejesus out of them? He doesn't understand how no one else is losing their head about it. How an eleven year old is facing fucking doomsday like its nothing while he quakes in his god damn boots over here.

Eddie tightens his grip on his makeshift spear, knuckles going white. Clenches his jaw so hard he's scared he'll crack a tooth.

He tries not to think about how a cracked tooth is the least of his worries right now. How that actually doesn't even sound all that bad compared to the cracked limbs and cracked jaw and fucking vaporized eyeballs that loom in their futures. In Max's future.

Jesus christ, she's so young. Chrissy was so young. Eddie is so young.

His chest feels tight all of the sudden, his brain fuzzy and unfocused. His vision starts to go a little spotty and he can't breathe, he can't fucking breathe.

He can't fucking lose it, though, he can't. Not here, not now. Not in front of everybody else who's fucking cool as a god damn cucumber.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, tries to slow back down. Digs his nails into his palm until the pain of it grounds him. Brings him back.

The fist around his lungs loosens, just enough, as Eddie walks through the breathing exercises Wheeler taught him when he'd nearly lost his marbles last time.

He hasn't even noticed that the Winnebago has stopped moving. Doesn't see that it's all but emptied out. He's the only one left.

Until Steve god damn Harrington slides into the empty space beside him, close enough to touch, and says, "Hey."

Eddie startles, whole body spasming and flinching back until Steve holds up a hand like Eddie's some spooked wild horse and he's trying to ease him back down.

His heart rate slows, but he's still trembling.

Steve reaches out, and his hand curls around Eddie's wrist, thumb coming to rest just over his pulse point. His hand looks rough, still scraped to hell, covered in dirt and blood and dried bat sludge, but his touch is soft. Gentle.

Despite that, it's still solid. Grounding in a way that Eddie needs.

Eddie looks over, because how could he not, and Steve's... he's already looking back. His eyebrows are drawn together in concern, his mouth pursed, like he wants to say more, but chooses not to.

He looks so... he looks so.

And Eddie feels this, this thing expanding in his chest, looking into those glossy eyes, and it's— it almost feels like, like hope or something equally as ridiculous.

It makes him want to laugh, because who the hell could hope in a time like this?

This situation? It's fucking dire. And their plan? It's built on assumptions and fucking faith.

Someone isn't going to make it. That's just how these things work. Eddie's run enough campaigns with storylines just like this one to know the bitter truth of it. There are too many of them, too many moving parts, too many unpredictables. The odds are just not fucking on their side.

(And he has this terrible, horrible feeling, this rock solid pit, in the bottom of his gut, that it's going to be him.

He's the least experienced here, after all, and he's the most likely to freeze in the face of danger.

If someone's going to die today, it's going to be him.)

It's a fact that Eddie has resigned himself to. He's— he hasn't accepted it, per se, but he's acknowledged it. Has started to let it set into his bones.

It doesn't feel real. But it doesn't not feel real either.

He doesn't know what to feel anymore, really.

But Steve, with his big eyes, and his sturdy hands, and his reassuring touch — he feels a lot like hope, like something better than hope.

Something that Eddie can't quite put his finger on, but it seizes his chest in a whole new way.

Eddie wants to chase that feeling.

Wants to let himself believe.

(He knows he shouldn't.)

(Lying in the dirt and a pool of his own blood four hours later, he's glad he didn't.)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #yeah so like. i read some siken and i uh. spiralled.#i invite you to spiral with me now #if you ignore the last two sentences the ending is actually pretty hopeful!!!!!! lol #mack writes #macks ficlets

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year

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Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

kai parker x reader

summary: of course, on the night all your friends are hooking up, you get too drunk to take yourself home. walking home at night, drunk, and in mystic falls is not something on your bucket list, and to make matters worse, you can't help but feel a pair of eyes on you from a distance. so, feeling desperate, you call the contact given to you "for emergencies only," and hope that he shows.

tags: drunk reader, protective kai, drunken confessions, cuddling, fluff

word count: ~2.5k

You lean against the brick wall, exhausted and tipsy from alcohol consumption. You’re not ‘tripping over your own feet’ drunk, but definitely ‘shouldn’t drive’ drunk. The plan was to stay in the bar until you sobered up, but then Liv started kicking everyone out when the frat boys were becoming too rowdy, leaving you by yourself to make it home. She didn’t know that, of course, so you don’t blame her, but you can’t help but be a little upset by the decision. A bar that advertises to be open late should be open late, right?

Groaning, you check the time. It’s a little after midnight. Okay, so I guess it is late. Still though, you’re irritated. You walked here in the daytime, and now at night, you have to walk back. You look down the long alleyway, preparing yourself, when suddenly a shadow moves at the end of the street. Did I imagine that? The hairs stand up on the back of your neck, and a chill goes down your spine. An unsafe feeling surrounds you, anxiety making your throat feel tight. Pulling out your phone, you scroll through your contacts for help.

“Elena’s with Damon, Caroline’s with Stefan, Bonnie’s with Jeremy, ugh! All my friends decided to hook up tonight!” You bite your lip. This is why you went out in the first place. “Okay, think: who can I call? Just to walk me home; just to feel a bit safer…” The longer you stand there, the more anxious you feel - as if the shadow’s watching, or planning an attack. “Shit, is this stupid?” You mutter out loud, finger hovering over a certain contact.

Kai Parker.

Stefan had you save the witch’s number for emergencies only. He was very specific about never contacting him unless you were desperate.

You catch another glimpse of the shadow. “Pretty damn desperate right now.” Swallowing hard, you press the call button. The boy picks up after only two rings.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of getting to hear your voice?”

“Are you busy?” Your voice is shaky, but disguising it right now sounds impossible.

“Why? Are you okay? Do you need help?”

The concern in his tone shocks you, “I-um, can you walk me home?”

“Of course. Where are you?”

“Scull Bar. In the alley out back.”

“Oh, princess, not the alley. You have to get out, and preferably close to a door.”

The pet name gives you butterflies, but you can’t focus on that right now, “but the bar is closed.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’ll still be at least a little safer.”

“Okay, I’ll try. But Kai?”

“Yes?”

“I think, um, I think someone’s watching me. I can’t tell. I’m scared.”

“I’ll be right there, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Terrified, you count the seconds until his arrival in your head. You did manage to move to the entrance of the alley, but a rustling made you stop dead in your tracks. It’s like a stand-off between you and the mysterious figure, though whatever, or whoever it is, has the upper hand.

“Oh my god, please hurry,” you whine to yourself. Maybe he’s not coming, a part of you thinks. No, he sounded truthful on the phone. But it’s Kai, the voice argues back. “Shit!” You curse, hearing more noise even closer than before.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” At the same time a new voice comes through, you feel hands on your shoulders, moving you further from the darkness. You scream, and the hands leave you instantly. “Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve touched you without asking, but I wanted to grab you before it did.”

“Kai?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“No, but I’m really scared!” Usually you’d try to hide your vulnerabilities around people like Kai, but right now, you’re too damn terrified.

“Okay, I know. It’s okay. You’re safe with me. Come with me, alright? I’m gonna take you home.” Slowly, he puts his hands back on your shoulders and guides you towards the streetlight. “Do you see me?”

“Uh huh,” you say, trying to not cry.

“Okay, good girl. Can I take you home? You shouldn’t be out here alone this late.”

“Please. I’m here,” you show him your address, which you typed out on a notes app on your phone.

“Okay, let’s get you home. Take a deep breath for me?” He guides you through a couple breaths, and then finally gets you to start walking in the direction of your house. “Do you want me to call a cab or just walk?”

“I’m not far, I’m okay to walk as long as you stay,” you say in between hiccups.

“I’m not leaving you, I promise. We can walk.”

You immediately reach for his hand. The initial contact is electrifying, and you both pull back. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay. I’m sorry, too, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m sorry,” you say again, for catching him off guard.

“Don’t apologize, princess. Here,” slowly, he takes your hand in his own, “okay?”

“Yes. Thank you. Makes me feel safer.”

Something in him suddenly wants to kiss you, but he holds back. “Good,” he says instead, “I hope you do. I want you to feel safe with me.”

“You always make me feel safe, Kai. I’ve just never been brave enough to talk to you. You’re kinda intimidating.”

Kai’s heart aches. All he wanted for nearly twenty-two years was to have his family intimidated enough that they’d treat him as an equal. But now, all he wants is to fit in with the people of Mystic Falls. Not doing a great job there, are you, Kai? A voice in his head says.

“Because I mean,” you then continue, “you’re really, really hot, and really, really powerful.” Your words are slurring, but he can hear you well enough, “and Damon always tells me not to talk to you, and the only reason I have your number is because Stefan gave it to me for emergencies. And I even asked myself if calling you was a bad idea, because a part of me didn’t think you’d show, but still, I really, really wanted you to, because I want to like you, Kai. I can tell you’re trying to be better, but they’re being asses. And I wish I could talk to you soberly about this kinda stuff, but I just can’t because you’re too cute. That’s why you’re intimidating to me - you’re too cute for me to talk to. Anyway, thank you for saving me, because I was really scared and all my friends are hooking up right now.”

Kai tries to ignore everything you had just drunkenly admitted, and instead focuses on your last few words, “of course, princess. I would never let you get hurt.”

“Princess,” you mutter, “why do you call me that?”

You’re drunk. You won’t remember this conversation. It’s okay to indulge.

“Because I think you’re cute, too, Y/N. I like you. You actually see that I’m trying to be better, and you treat me fairly.”

You walk in front of him, then begin walking backwards, dragging him along, “I like you, too, Kai. I like you a lot.” You put a finger on his nose, then trail it down his lips and chin. “And you have soft lips.”

He chuckles, but then physically moves your body so that you’re beside him again. He mutters something like, don’t want you to blindly run into something, and you immediately comply. “Thank you, Y/N. Is this your house?”

You stop and turn to face the house in front of you. “When did we get here?”

“We’ve been walking for a bit, cutie.”

“Oh. Wow. Yeah, I’m here. My dead parents’ house that I’ve inherited. Goody. Can you come in? Or are you busy?”

“I’m not busy.”

“Good, because I really don’t want to be alone right now.” You pull him up the porch steps and towards your door. “And like I said, you make me feel safe.”

“As long as you’re okay with it, I’ll come in with you.”

“Please, Kai. And if you want, I can find a mattress or a spare set of sheets for the spare room. Or there’s the couch, or you could even sleep with me, just please don’t leave!”

“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to, princess.”

“Okay. Good. Um, thank you.” You bring him through the door, hands still on him, but now grasping his jacket. “Do you want the guest room? Or the couch?”

“I’m good anywhere you’d like. But can I get you a glass of water first?”

“Okay, sure. I’ll prepare the guest room for you.”

“Hey, wait, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t bother with that, I’m fine on the couch.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good. You need to get some rest. Here, drink this.”

“Okay.”

Twenty minutes later, Kai finally gets you in your bed, changed and ready. You gave him a spare pair of clothes and a toothbrush, too, and when he thinks you’re asleep, he gets ready for bed himself and settles down on the couch. Though only three minutes later, the stairs creak with the sound of you coming down them.

“You okay?” He looks over to find you wrapped in a blanket - the one he just tucked you in with - and staring at him, tooth resting on your lip.

“Can I sleep down here with you?”

Kai hesitates, but ultimately decides to let his feelings win. If comfort is what you need, then it’s what he’ll give you. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, crawling onto the couch beside him. “You’re as soft as you look.”

“Thank you, princess. Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

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“You called Kai?!” Elena’s voice rings through the phone, disbelief in her tone.

“Everyone else was busy fucking, I didn’t know what else to do! Stefan gave me his number for emergencies.”

“Emergencies are like dangerous situations, Y/N! Like, in desperate need of a witch and Bonnie’s not available!”

“Well I was in a dangerous situation, and desperate, and I didn’t know who else to call!”

“Why would you even go out alone?”

“Because I was bored, Elena! Everyone was hooking up, and I needed to do something.”

“Where is he now, Y/N? Is he gone? Did he leave after taking you home?”

“No, he’s making me pancakes.”

“What?!”

“I invited him in, and he slept on my couch, and now he’s making me pancakes.”

“Y/N! W-”

You cut her off, “I was really scared last night and he came to my side immediately. Then he walked me home, and was respectful the whole time and the whole night. And I was upset when I woke up and he wasn’t there, but he was just in the kitchen making coffee.”

“When he wasn’t there?! Y/N, what are you saying?”

“It’s no big deal, Lena, we only snuggled. I didn’t want to be alone.”

“That is big deal! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“I would’ve gotten more hurt if I didn’t call Kai. But I did, and now I’m safely at home instead of dead in a ditch somewhere. And now, I’m gonna eat his pancakes, because he’s an amazing cook.”

“Y/N, don’t-”

But you hang up.

“Sorry you had to listen to that,” you grimace. Your phone was on speaker because your hangover headache was too strong to have Elena yelling in your ear.

“It’s okay. I know how they feel about me. No use in covering it up.”

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t feel that way. As in, the way they do. And I know I was drunk off my ass last night, but I remember the things I told you.”

Kai turns off the stove and looks at you, fear apparent in his eyes.

However, you crush his fear immediately, “I meant every word. You do make me feel safe, and I do enjoy being around you. You are really, really cute, and hot, and I wish I had the courage to tell you those things without getting drunk or hungover.”

“Wait, really?” There’s a blush on his cheeks that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah… is that okay?”

The boy puts a stack of pancakes - decorated in strawberries and whipped cream - in front of you, then rests his elbows on the counter. “Perfectly okay. Like I said last night, I want you to feel safe around me, and I really do like you, Y/N.”

It’s your turn to blush now, along with a giggle, and soon you’re embarrassed, covering your face with your hand.

“Oh, don’t get shy on me now, princess! Look at me.”

You do, and immediately he boops your nose with his index finger. It’s cold, though, and you look down at your nose, and then at his finger, and realize there’s a dab of whipped cream on it.

“Kai!” You laugh more, swiping it off your nose and sucking your finger clean. “You’re such a goof!”

“I just like seeing you smile,” he admits.

“I know something that’d really make me smile, if you’re up for it.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

He goes quiet for a second, comprehending what you just said. His eyes search for hesitancy in yours, wondering if you had meant to ask that.

“You don’t have to-”

He cuts you off by reaching across the counter and grabbing your face in his hands. He’s gentle, though passionate, as he does, and his kiss is just the same.

“Another thing I was right about last night: you do have soft lips.” He smiles again, but when he pulls away, you point at his chest. “You’ve got whipped cream on your shirt!”

Looking down, Kai laughs at the dollop visible on his clothes. “Ah, nothing I can’t just-” and then suddenly it finds its way to your face. Before it reaches your nose again, though, you grab his hand and suck it off.

“Good try!”

“I’ll getcha next time… again! Now eat your pancakes before they get cold, Y/N.”

“Okay. Hey, can you stay longer? Like maybe we eat these, and then we can watch a movie while I fully recover from this hangover?”

“Only if you let me take you on a date when you feel better.”

“Of course!”

“Then yes, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.”

He takes his own stack of pancakes and sits beside you.

For the rest of the afternoon, you watch movies and talk, until one hour before seven, at which he leaves. Seven on the dot, he’s back at your house, a bouquet of flowers in hand, to whisk you away for the rest of the night.

“Now you don’t have to call me when you’re a little drunk, because I’m already gonna be right here with you.”

“I like the sound of that,” you giggle, cheering a shot to him.

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #kai parker fluff #tvd fanfiction

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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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My Witch

Summary: It was Halloween night and you were in the old church fulfilling a dare your friends tasked you with. Little did you know you were being watched, and he had been waiting a long time to finally make you his. Now, you were his, and he wasn’t letting you go.

Pairing: Demon Taehyung x Human (witch) Reader

Genre: soulmate au, demon au, bts au, angst, smut

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: bad pranks, demon whispering, spells, rituals gone wrong, prank gone wrong, reader is really a witch, Taehyung is a demonic guardian, dom Taehyung, sub mc, bondage, orgasm denial, praise kink, breeding kink, pretty much just pure smut, pure filth,

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Six candles stood on the borders of the circle you resided in. The white chalk on the floor marked in an intricate shape as copied from the book in your hands. There was no way this was going to work, and you would be out of this damned house in a matter of minutes, ready to pummel your friends for making you do this as your dare instead of something else, like licking the bottom of your friend’s foot for example.

You had been at your friend, Yeri’s house with a large group of friends, playing games before you all went out for Halloween. You were in the middle of playing truth or dare when you stupidly picked dare. You were told to go into the old church and recreate the ritual that you had been shown in your class. The class was about magic and the occult, and was a huge hit for the youth in your religious small town.

Lighting the last candle, you finished the circle of salt around your body as you placed the book on the floor, looking at everything to see if you got the ritual right. When you had everything confirmed, you stood tall, book in your hand again as you moved to read the small inscription underneath one of the diagrams.

You barely managed to get one of the Latin words out of your mouth before the lights started to flicker.

“Okay guys! This isn’t funny.” You yelled out, the flickering lights stopping making you believe your friends left the room, your back to the door as you faced the window.

“Okay…let’s do this so I can get back home instead of going out. I’ll need a large glass of wine when I’m done.” You say aloud, needing the eerie silence in the room to be gone. You hated the silence, how your thoughts seemed to try and fill the void.

You start the chant again, this time closing your eyes, not wanting to know if your friends try and prank you again. They knew you were scared, knew you didn’t want to do this. You were the only one in class who paid attention to your professor, knew exactly what these words meant, and it terrified you.

A creak sounded from your right causing you to open your eyes, head moving to the direction only to see nothing there. Taking a deep breath to ease your nerves, you finished the incantation quicker, not knowing you most likely butchered some of the words. You just wanted this to be over with.

You waited a couple seconds, sighing in relief when nothing happened, not even a slight flicker of the light coming from the candle’s flames. Choosing to keep the candles lit for light, you begin to clean up the chalk on the ground and the salt, along with the small gems your friend Joy gave you for the ritual.

Another creak sounded, this time form behind you as you jumped to your feet, spinning on your heel to come face to face with someone you didn’t know.

His dark eyes were locked on you, as if drinking in the sight of you. He had black hair that curled into his neck, longer in the back as he has it pulled into a half ponytail at the top of his head. He leaned against the door frame, your only way out of the dark room. He appeared relaxed as he looked at you, like nothing was amiss even as the candles blew out and the only light now came from the moonlight leaking in through the window.

“Who are you?” You asked the tall man, not moving from your spot. Your voice wavered, not liking the way this went in your head.

“Oh baby. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He had a deep voice that made tingles shoot down your spine, straight to your core. He smirked at you, the corner of his lip turning upward as if he knew exactly what reaction his voice gave you.

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was shaky now, the entire vibe and atmosphere of the room becoming cold. Something was not right and your mind was coming up with way too many awful scenarios, the main one being that the stupid ritual actually worked.

“Now, darling. You are the one who spoke the incantation…my little witch.” He started walking forward, his pace leisurely as he kept his eyes on you.

“Each potential witch is born with a demonic guardian, courtesy of the Devil herself. I just so happen to also be your mate, who you’ve just summoned into the physical plane.” You were shaking your head, not believing his words as he kept moving closer. Your body was frozen where you stood, your feet physically unable to move.

“I’ve been watching you since you were little, making sure nothing happened to my darling mate. I, however, was getting tired of waiting. So, I may have whispered into your “friends” ears tonight to get you’re here.” He stopped in front of you, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other coming up to cup your jaw.

“You look beautiful tonight, by the way? My perfect little bride.” You were dressed as a bride tonight, a joke done by your friends seeing as you’ve never been in a relationship. But now, you think it was this demon whispering again.

“This isn’t funny. So whichever one of my friends that paid you to do this, I’ll give you more money to leave me alone.” You whisper, voice weak from fear as he stares down at you with lust in his eyes.

He was silent, his eyes switching back and forth between your own as he looked at you. Taehyung didn’t know what to say to make you understand what you did, how you brought him here and started the mate bond with him.

“When you do a spell at this scale, make sure you speak slowly and pronounce everything correctly, or you might just bring your soulmate to the physical plane and begin the mate bond with them.” Or Taehyung can just bite the bullet and say it bluntly.

He knew he had you when your eyes began fluttering in thought, as if you were reading words sitting in the air. You always did this when you were thinking, like you were reading an invisible paragraph that no one else could see. He watched your expression turn from thinking to panicked as you tried to pull away from him.

“Sorry, my love, can’t have you trying to run away from me now, can I?” His grip on your jaw tightened, tilting your head to the side as he brought his nose to your neck and took a deep breath in. When he pulled back, he had a deep grin on his lips, eyes flashing with amusement.

“All of that fear can’t hide the lust you feel for me. It scares you, doesn’t it?” You squeeze your thighs together, your mind becoming hazy with lust as he continues to stare down at you. You begin to feel hot and clammy, the need building within you the longer he has his hands on you.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me. Let the feeling take you over.” He whispered in your ear, biting into your lobe as he did. He didn’t need you trying to fight the bond, not when you already started it. Not when you put it into action. Not when your spell accepted him as your mate.

Not when you were finally his.

He could see the tears forming in your eyes as you tried to fight the pull to him. He could smell your arousal dripping from your folds and his had him fighting himself. He wanted to take his first time with you slowly, making sure you felt everything he gave to you, only his name leaving your lips as he made you come, again and again. However, the longer you tried to fight him, the more he wanted to make you beg.

“Let your body succumb to the pleasure only I can make you feel.” He didn’t like that you were shaking your head. That you were still trying to fight the pull you felt for him. He blinked, one second you were in the old church, the next you were lying on a bed.

You were in your bra and panties, jewelry you had never seen before now littered your body. Numerous bracelets covered both of your wrists; you even had a couple of anklets adorning your ankles.

You sat up, moving to bring your legs to your chest as you looked around. A weight on the bed had you catching eyes with the demon who you accidently summoned. His eyes were completely black, the candles lit on the side tables flickering in his gaze.

You moved back until you were back against the headboard, no longer in the middle of the bed. The demon tutted, shaking his finger at you. He moved forward, grabbing ahold of your ankles and slowly dragging you back until you were once again laying down in the middle of the bed. Your hands now bound to the headboard as your ankles remained free.

“You know, if you didn’t try and fight the pull you feel to me, I wouldn’t have to do this. You are mine. You always have been.” He now hovered over you, his finger caressing your jaw as you tried to move your head away. Your thighs were clenched together, the only physical indication of your growing arousal and need for the man on top of you.

Your body craved his touch, had you wanted to lean into him, but the small part that was quickly dying out inside of you was telling you that this was all wrong. That you shouldn’t be doing this.

Taehyung noticed the fight quickly leaving your body, the arousal becoming greater as it fell and created a damp spot on your panties. He decided you needed a little nudge.

“You smell so sweet. My very own nectar.” His fingers trailed down your side, caressing your hip before moving over your panties.

He could feel how damp your underwear was, your slick now covering his fingers just from touching your underwear. His eyes rolled back into his head as he brough his slick coated fingers to his lips. You let out a gasp as he brought his hand down again, ripping your underwear off in one quick motion before running his fingers through your folds.

“That’s it darling.” His voice caressed you just like his touch. His spread your legs open, moving to rest his own in the now open space as he brought his finger to your core again, his index finger now pushing in slowly, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling.

“Just relax babygirl, I’ll take good care of you.” His finger moved slowly against your walls, pumping a couple of times before adding his middle finger, the two rubbing against the spot that had you moaning out.

Taehyung watched you as you moaned, your eyes were closed from the pleasure, your body finally giving in to the bond. He could see you relax into the bed, the only tension in your body coming from your abdomen and core.

When he noticed you getting close, he pulled back, causing you to whine, your eyes opening to see the smirk on his lips. He brought his fingers to his lips again, this time putting them in his mouth so he could suck off the slick coating them. You could see his shoulders tense and his chest move up and down as he tried to catch his breath. The taste of you on his tongue had all reason thrown out the window.

He was back on top of you again, his clothing missing as the weight of him presses you against the mattress. You could feel him against your hip, could feel his balls as the rest against your clit. His head was directly over your own, as if searching again for any sign of defiance. When he didn’t get it, he moved back down your body, kissing every couple seconds.

He left open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck and collarbone, marks left in his wake as he reaches your breasts. A small testing kiss is placed right next to your nipple, causing a whine to leave your lips and laughter to leave his.

“Oh baby? Is this where you want me to kiss?” He wastes no time before taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking on you harshly. The groan that leaves your lips has him wanting more, the hand not on your other breasts moves down to your core again, fingers rubbing at your clit.

You were music at his touch, so vocal for him, Taehyung thought, absolutely loving the way each touch from him had you singing.

He had you almost reaching your high another two times, wanting to drag this out as long as he could. He waited way to long for you, and he wasn’t going to let this last less than he felt you both deserved. Each whine he brought forward from your lips, the closer he became to losing all control.

“Shhh baby. I’ll make it all better.” He cooed in your ear as he brought his tip to your core, rubbing it in your slick, coating his cock with the juices he brought out of you.

You couldn’t help but to remember he was a demon, his masochism showing as he edged you three separate times. You were about to push him away and handle things yourself when he finally pushed in, your body almost pulling him in, not wanting to be edged again. It was, again, as if he read your thoughts. (Taehyung knew you so well he could practically read your mind.)

Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of him touching your cervix, his hips pressed against yours as he moves your legs to wrap around his shoulders, the position making him reach new places and making more tingles shoot down your spine.

He didn’t hesitate to find a rhythm, knowing you wouldn’t feel any pain from, him only pleasure as your mate. His pace was quick and deep, hitting your cervix and rubbing against your spot with every thrust. All inhibitions and control leaving Taehyung’s body as your walls clench against him. He could feel the pleasure coursing through your body.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl.” He pushes out through his clenched teeth, eyes locked on your own as he changes position, this time he moved your legs to wrap around his hips. He seemed to reach even deeper than before, matching his thrusts so he was going harder and deeper.

“My good girl. Gonna fill you nice and full.” Your mouth was open as the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter. You had no clue if he even realized what he was saying, but you couldn’t help but to clench around him at his words.

“Oh, you like that idea? Want me to fill you with my seed? Want me to breed you like the good little mate I know you are?” He could feel himself getting close, his body betraying his mind as he had you underneath him for the first time. Despite his desire to drag this out, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

He brought his lips to your neck, sucking at your pulse point as he rubbed his index and middle fingers against your clit, wanting to make you cum as he felt his high coming closer.

“Such a good girl.” He breathed out as you came, your walls clenching tightly around his cock sending him into his own release. He didn’t stop for a couple more thrusts, wanting to push as much of his cum into you as possible before he stopped at the hilt, pressing his hips harder into yours for good measure.

He remained in you for a while, wanting to make sure you remained filled, with him and his cum. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and the scent of his cum in you would be the best way to do that.

He looked down at you again, your eyes hazy from the pleasure.

“Such a good girl.”

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Into Your Arms (Part.2)

Captain Rex x Jedi!reader

Summary: after seeing you injured on the battlefield, Rex realizes how much you mean to him and does everything he can to keep you alive.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, death, violence. Rex gets really fucking scared.

A/N: sorry for the delay babes! Here’s part 2 and please tell me what you thought!

“I told you not to remove that damn thing!”

“We couldn’t move her with that piece in her! The medical frigate is still two minutes out and she wouldn’t have fit otherwise-“ Kia spoke quickly, clearly out of breath as he dug violently through his med bag looking for what he needed. “Plus the bacta patch wouldn’t have done any good if that thing was still in her—- apply more pressure!”

“I’m trying!” Despite trying to keep his emotions locked down, Rexs voice cracked ever so slightly as he spoke.

It felt like nothing was helping. You were slipping through his fingers fast.

In the brilliance of the raging grass fires around him the blood left your artery in violent jets of red. The heart that could keep you in a full sprint for twenty miles was most efficient at emptying your body of fluid. Your own hand lay limp by your side, your skin no longer its usual color but grey, fingers sticky with congealing blood. You had slipped out of the conscious world seconds before Kix arrived, and with each passing moment Rex knew they were losing you further.

“Alright, pull your hands back.” The clone medic rushed, the device in his hand buzzing violently as he turned it on.

“Kix-“

“Cap, I know what I’m doing, now move your hands and hold her shoulders down.”

With his new orders, Rex follows his medics command, watching in a silent terror as Kix quickly cut away the fabric of your robes, exposing the gaping wound beneath them.

The second the laxer cauterizor made contact with your flesh your unconscious body jolted violently beneath the captains hands, a blood curdling scream leaving your lips as you did. Both actions caused Rex to fall back slightly before rushing back to push you down once more.

“Hold her still!”

“I’m trying!”

Your body continued to fight back against the pain as Kix did what he could to stitch you back together enough for transport.

And with each moment Rex grew more terrified.

His commander, his friend, his—

You were slipping from his grasp before he could say or do anything.

“Medical frigate incoming!”

Both clones momentarily took their eyes away from your body, watching as a short but speedy ship moved swiftly across the battlefield—

And then things began moving fast.

Handfuls of other medical officers and droids swarmed around you and within moments you were on a gurney and being pushed onto the frigate.

And then Rex was following, Kix close on his heels as they boarded after you. He knew that the action would cause an uproar, he wasn’t supposed to leave the field unless ordered. . . But in truth it was the last thing on his mind.

The second the frigate had returned to the Resolute you were once more rushed off, and Rex stuck with you for as long as he could- pestering the medics along the way as he asked about your condition.

“Is she going to be ok?”

“It uncertain captain-“

“What’s going to happen to her?”

“Not sure-“

“At least tell me—“

“Captain!. . .”

“Please make sure she’s-“

“Kriff Rex, stop!” A steady hand clamped down on Rexs shoulder, pulling him to a stop as you were wheeled further down the hallway and beyond his reach, for a moment Rex pushed against the hold, but stopped when he heard Kix lower his voice. “Rex, you need to calm down.”

Calm down? Calm down?! How could Rex calm down? You had a gaping hole in your abdomen and not a single medic had given him a clear answer as to what they were going to do about it.

“Where are they taking her?” The clown captain swallowed, looking back down the hallway in which you had disappeared with your army of medics.

“Surgery. They’ll do a better job at stitching her up that what I did back int he field.” Kix spoke calmly, observing his captain with a slightly curious gaze as he did. “You’ve seen hundreds of people get hurt and go through this, but I’ve never seen you. . . Like this.”

Eyes still trained on the empty hallway, the muscle in Rexs jaw pulsed, “like what?”

“Scared.”

Rex was silent for a moment. “One of our commanders is on the brink of death, someone we all look up to and trust and admire. Forgive me trooper if I’m a bit on edge.”

In truth Rex couldn’t admit out loud that he was scared. He’d lost people before. . . Kriff it was daily. But with each loss he held his head up high and kept moving. . . He couldn’t let his men see that he had finally been brought to his knees, and now felt true fear.

Whatever silence lay between the captain and the medic was broken when his comm beeped and a second later the holographic image of General Skywalker was hovering above his wrist, the Jedi dodging a blaster bolt as he spoke to his captain.

“Rex! Where are you?! Someone reported to me that you left the field!”

“Forgive me General I-“

“Tell me later, I need you down here now!”

Swallowing thickly, Rex brought his eyes once more to the vacant hallway. Kriff, the last thing he wanted was to go back down there.

“Yes Sir, I’m on my way.”

“Good-“ and with that the comm cut out and drowned the hallway in silence once more.

It took a moment but eventually Rex inhaled deeply, straightening his posture as he returned his helmet to his head. Before he could rush down the hallway though he was spooning to look at his medic, his hands still sticky with your blood as he gripped Kixs shoulders.

“Keep her alive.”

“Yes sir.”

And with that the Captain nodded and took off in a sprint back towards the hangar, his heart in the cradles of his boots as he did.

———————-

The fighting didn’t stop until morning and By the time the separatist forces were falling back the first rays of the cresting sun were beginning to crawl over the horizon, lighting up the mangled landscape as they did.

The fires had died out, leaving large scars across the land as they still smoldered. Everything was covered in a fine layer of ash, including Rex as he stepped tiredly onto the last departing gunship besides General Skywalker and Commander Tano, his bucket tucked weakly under his arm as he did.

Everything in the captain wanted to sink down to the floor but Rex held firm, though a tremor had started in his right hand and had yet to stop. Wether it was from exhaustion or fear he didn’t know.

Maybe both.

His body was on the brink of collapse and the need for sleep weighed heavy on his shoulders- but the fear he felt think about you kept him awake.

He had no clue what awaited them on the Resolute. Either you were alive or you-

“Rex? You ok buddy?” Anakins voice broke the silence in the gunship, the General looking at his captain with a concerned expression.

“Of course he’s not. None of us are. While we’ve been down there our friends been teetering on the brink of death.” Ahsoka was quick to speak, her concern for Rex clear on her features.

For both the Jedi Rex seemed anything but himself. His eyes focused on the ashy floor of the gunship, his free hand gripping the hand hold tightly. His gloves were still gone, skin still stained with your dried blood.

In an attempt to bring some comfort to the captain, Ahsoka placed a careful and reassuring hand or Rex’s shoulder, but the clone made no move to acknowledge it- nor did he notice the gunship landing in the medbay and the door sliding open.

It was like he was caught in his own mind, like a fly stuck in a web. With everything thought it only brought him back to the battlefield and the feeling of your body weakening underneath his palms.

This was his fault. If he had just paid more attention- if he had just seen those tanks coming he couldn’t have gotten out of the way. You should have never had the need to save him. He was a good soldier. He was better than this.

Or maybe he wasn’t.

His duty was to protect the Republic and his Jedi. . . And it would seem he had done a poor job at the latter part.

“Hey, c’mon. The med-bay said they need us.” Anakins voice was reassuring as he slowly pulled Rex from his stupor, silently ushering off his padawan to parts unknown.

“Forgive me General, I-“ straightening his posture, Rex raised his head, doing whatever he could to look and act like the captain he was supposed to be. “I am not my full self.”

“Hey, no problem. We’ve been through a lot and we are all tired. No need for apologize Rex.”

As the two slowly stepped from the gunship and into the hangar, the Jedi watched his clone captain carefully. He could practically feel the worry coming off of Rex in waves. Maybe it was his connection to the force, or his connection to the clone in general but he knew how much Rex cared for you, how much you meant to him.

The journey to the medical wing was a silent one and as they rode the lift up several floors, Anakin couldn’t help but cast his friend a worried glance.

Rexs bloodied hands were twisted tightly together in front of him, the captain of the 501st wringing his hands as the tiny numbers counted up to the medical wing floor.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Rex. We have some of the best medical droids and medics here that the Republic can offer, she’s probably waiting for us right—“

Anakins words fell silent as the lift door slid open, the blinding white lights and the sterile odor of the medical wing slamming into them both as they did.

If Rexs heart was already in his stomach, now it was in the soles of his boots.

Waiting for them with a grim expression on his features was Kix, his gloved hands folded neatly behind his back as he greeted both his captain and general.

Feeling the tremor in his hands worsen, Rex squeezed his fists tightly, nails digging into skin to create little crescents. All he could hear was his own heartbeat drumming in his ears and the fast rapid breaths that had begun to make him lightheaded and dizzy.

Force this was it. This was when it was confirmed he failed and that you were-

“She’s alive.”

And just like that it felt as if a massive boulder had been lifted off of him. A deep sigh left Rexs lungs as he felt the muscles in his body relax ever so slightly.

Turning slightly, the clone medic beckoned for them to follow with a nod of his head and it took everything in Rex to not sprint down the hallway.

“And she’s stable, at least right now. He injuries were far more extensive that we thought. Apart from the injury to her abdomen she also has a rather nasty concussion, a small brain bleed, several broken bones and a sprained wrist. She’s lucky to be alive.”

Rexs silence was finally broken a moment later, the blonde clone struggling to get his words out as they walked. “Is she awake?”

Whatever tiny bit of relief Rex had was snuffed out when Kix stopped them before a set of doors, the medic giving both him and Anakin a worried look.

This time it was Anakin who spoke. “Kix?”

Instead of wording his answer, the medic punched in the code for one of the medical rooms, and as it slid open the strong smell of bacta came with it, it’s strong medicinal scent making Rex wrinkle his nose slightly.

The room was mostly vacant apart from a few medical droids, and the lights had been turned down to their lowest setting, allowing for the blue of hyperspace to bring a sort of glow to the room.

But it was none of those things that made Rexs blood run cold. No, that was reserved to the large bacta tank on the far side of the room and what was within it.

Rexs feet were moving before his brain was and before he knew it he had crossed the dimly lit med-bay, the hazy bluish green light of the bacta tank reflecting ever so slightly off the polished floors.

He knew it was you, there was no doubt about that. . . But it was all wrong.

You had been stripped down to nothing but your black under tank and shorts, heavy bandages snaking around your abdomen. Though suspended in the medicinal waters your body had ever so slight curled in on itself, reminding Rex of how the clone fetuses looked in their tubes back on Kamino. Your normally bright eyes were closed and an oxygen mask had been strapped to your mouth and nose, along with a countless amount of tubes and other wires that had been connected to numerous parts of you.

It was you. . . But it wasn’t.

The you he knew was bright and full of life and energy. The commander he knew cracked jokes and smiled despite the war torn galaxy they lived in.

You brought light and a sense of ease to all those who encountered you.

So no, this wasn’t you. Not the one he knew. Not the one he needed.

“Is she going to be alright?”

“It’s uncertain. She crashed a couple times on us but we were finally able to get her stable. She’s gonna need several rotations in the tank before we can take her out a get her healing in her own.” Kix explained, passing by Rex as he began working on one of the control panels for the tank, no doubt checking your vitals.

Somewhere behind him, Anakin pulled Kix to the side, the two talking in hushed tones as Rex stayed fixated on you.

The tremor in his hand only stopped when he planted it to the cool glass, the dried blood on his fingers having turned an ugly rust brown.

“You are not allowed to die, do you hear me? That’s an order.”

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The Best Kind of Danger

PART 2

Nick Folio + Cassie

Warnings: Language and sexual content

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Part 3

Nick, Cassie, The Smokey Mountains, in Tennessee, downtime at a mountain lodge, secrets, and a lot of sexual tension and emotions. Is there anything that could go wrong?

She had to tell him. He had to know. She didn't want to take any more chances of losing him. Tonight, she faced the reality of the world around her; the reality that his heart wasn't hers. She was terrified to lose him, yet scared to tell him the truth, but thinking about life without him made her want to cry. She never imagined that a man she'd met only a year ago could make her feel this way and become her world, her happiness, her safety; become her everything, and the idea of never being with him because she was too afraid of rejection hurt her deeply. He looked at her the second the tear slipped down her cheek. She casually brushed it away, never knowing he was watching her.

"I don't do pools, I don't do oceans, I don't do anything that requires me getting into a swimsuit. I just don't like them."

Cassie followed Folio inside the lodge with Jolly close behind her. Ever since Matt told everyone that the lodge they were staying in had a hot tub Jolly made it his mission to convince Cassie of the many reasons why she needed to pull out her swimsuit, the one she told him she didn't have, and get in it.

Folio knew how Cassie got when feeling pressured and it always brought out his protective nature for her. He felt the need to defend her or stick up for her even though he knew she could do it on her own. Cassie never argued or told him to stop either, which only encouraged him

He was trying to be on good behavior and not snap, but Jolly's persistent attitude was starting to piss him off. He was exhausted from the show; still in the same sweaty clothes and sore. From the severe pain running from his bicep and up the side of his neck, Folio figured he pulled a muscle somewhere.

"Fuck dude, why are you riding her case about it? Just fucking let it go. If she doesn't like them, then she doesn't like them," he barked

"What? Pools, hot tubs, or swimsuits?" Jolly teased, forcing Folio to suddenly stop and turn around. Cassie ran right into him, her face smashing against the bag strap across Nicks's chest.

"Ouch, holy shit," Cassie yelled, grabbing her nose.

"Oh my god, Cassie, I'm so sorry! Fuck, I didn't mean to," quickly offering her assistance.

"What the hell! Why'd you stop like that?" brushing his hand away.

"I was turning around to look at Jolly, and I just," stifling a laugh that faded the second he saw the discomfort on her face.

The way she was rubbing her nose and her eyes welled up with tears hurt his heart. Nick pulled her closer, cupping her face to examine it.

"I'm sorry," he said gently, giving her a half smile.

Cassie smiled back, placing her hands over his.

"It's okay. It just hurt, really bad, that's all," shrugging her shoulders.

The scent of him made Cassie's knees weak. He smelled like his deodorant, incense, and sweat; he smelled like Nick and damn she loved that smell.

Folio caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, taking the opportunity to relish the feeling of her skin. It was always so soft and he loved having his hands on it; on her.

"I think the universe is trying to tell you something," Jolly chuckled, moving around the two of them to get by.

"What that me hurting Cassie saved your ass?" Folio scowled, slapping him in the back as he walked by.

"Just get in the fucking hot tub!" Jolly yelled, walking away.

Folio rolled his eyes.

"You sure you're okay?" focusing his attention on Cassie, who, by now was fixing her hair and readjusting the bag over her shoulder. She was still in his hoodie, making him wonder if he'd get it back. To be honest he didn't care if he didn't. It looked better on her anyway.

Cassie nodded. "I'm fine." To reassure him, she gave his bicep, the same one that was hurting, a slight squeeze, and his face scrunched in pain.

"Oh, sorry! What's wrong," a worried look washing over her face.

"I don't know, it just hurts. Pain's running up the side of my neck too," he said, dragging his finger up and down to show where it was hurting. Cassie didn't waste a second before dropping her bag and laying her hands on his neck after removing his back from around him. The delicate touch of her cool fingers moved smoothly over his skin, massaging over his newest tattoo of Jesus.

"You probably pulled a muscle with all that crazy arm throwing you do when you play. You're a crazy animal, Nick." peering up at him through her lashes.

"Yeah, but you like me that way and you know it." His eyes were glued to her, watching her face as she worked her magic on him.

Cassie paused for a moment before a warm smile rushed over her lips, sending his heart racing. "Yes, I do; very much."

A strong, vast heat surrounded his length, the throbbing quickly making him uncomfortable in his briefs. She was turning him on so badly and with the release of the pressure and pain that came as she rubbed the nerves and muscles, working out every tensed knot that had formed from weeks of overwork made him light-headed, and dizzy. For a brief moment, the vision of her in only his hoodie returned, cascading over his mind like a welcoming rainstorm on a hot summer night, and along with the images of him finding his release within her walls, it stimulated his hardness even more.

"You crushed it tonight, though."

"Did I?" trying to ignore the butterfly feeling running like a racehorse through his body.

"You don't think so," she asked, her voice low and alluring. She worked out a remaining knot right below his shoulder blade.

"Do you always believe me when I say you're fucking hot?" turning his head slightly to look over at her. His jaw was clenched, showing off his well-defined jawbone. Cassie paused and leaned into Nick's back, resting her chin on his cool bare skin and wrapping her hands around his shoulders. She wanted to fall into him, absorb every bit of him into her body.

"No, I don't."

"Well, then see, I don't always think I did so great. I messed up a lot tonight."

The tension that was quickly developing around them was unusual, but not unwelcome.

Cassie continued working her fingers up and down Folio's neck, pushing away his silver chain with the trout on the end of it so she could have easier access to his body. A soft, hard groan that only came out when something penetrated him in ecstasy, escaped his throat as she moved her hands down to his bicep.

Cassie's skin prickled and she suddenly ached between her thighs for Folio. What little of him she had in her hands stimulated her sex, bringing her to the point of silently begging him for release. Even though Nick didn't notice, at first, how easily he set her body ablaze, the soft whimper that escaped was a sign she wanted more; so much more. Cassie wanted all of him.

Nick heard that whimper and for the first time, ever, he was positive that something incredibly strong was building between the two of them.

"I think you're too hard on yourself, Nick," she indicated.

"You do huh?"

She nodded.

"Mmmhmm, I do. Sometimes, you don't realize how great you are and what you do to people; what you do to me." Those last words she whispered, he heard them, and they did the most incredible things to him.

Folio quickly turned and faced her, hoping to see what he was dying to see in her eyes. And he did.

The eyes that reminded him of deep forests in springtime looked back at him with such tender longing, almost bringing him to the edge of himself. Folio was done for. He no longer wanted to fight the feelings that came every time Cassie was near him, or when she touched him. He was tired of resisting and ignoring the way she made his heart and body feel alive. He wanted to embrace all of it now, to show her, tell her, that the only thing that mattered to him was her heart and that it belonged to him. She had to know that he was completely hers now and he never wanted anything else but her again.

Cassie's breath hitched the moment she saw what she did in Folio's eyes. It seemed like a light had come on and he was seeing her in a whole new way. It gave her hope that maybe he was beginning to understand the things she was trying to say without saying them.

Folio moved in closer to Cassie, sliding his hand across the side of her face and behind her head. Her lips are calling to him, beckoning him to come and get them.

Cassie licked her lips, anticipating the idea of what Nick was thinking about as he looked at her like she was his last meal. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest the closer he came, and with her hands pressed hard against his shoulders, gripping the flesh and muscle beneath them, she braced herself for the ultimate feeling that was about to hit her.

"Folio! Where the fu... oh shit!"

Noah yelled from across the lodge, interrupting the most incredible moment between Cassie and Nick.

She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

Cassie backed away in sudden panic. Folio was after all part of her job, and even though the family atmosphere was a huge factor in it, she was still scared that getting involved romantically would be an issue for Bryan. Plus, she still carried the reality of her secret that hung around her like a sickness; one she feared she'd never get rid of.

"Cassie, wait,"

"No, I should go find a room or something," she mumbled, scampering away, embarrassed and crying. She sped past Noah, almost knocking into him.

"What the flying fuck Noah!"

"What? How was I supposed to know you and Cassie were about to have a fucking make-out session?" throwing his hands up in the air only to let them fall back down at his sides.

"We weren't about to make..., you know what, just forget it."

Groaning, Nick ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. He snatched up his bag, feeling utterly depressed now over what just happened with Cassie. How was he going to fix this? Was she even going to let him fix this? What started as a fantastic moment turned into a horror show, all because of Noah, and Nick was having a really hard time processing it.

"What did you want?" standing across from Noah, not even trying to hide how pissed off he was.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to get in between. I know how you feel about Cassie," Noah apologized, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Folio shrugged. "It's fine."

Noah noticed the rigid line of his friend's clenched jaw and knew he was holding back his temper.

"I fucked up didn't I Folio?"

Nick's mouth was set in a hard line. "Yeah, just a little."

Noah draped his arm around Nick's shoulder.

"Cassie is an awesome girl. I'm sure you two can work this out."

Folio wasn't so sure.

"Do me a favor and don't mention any of this to anyone. I don't want to embarrass Cassie or make her feel any worse than what she probably already does."

Noah grinned, admiring Nick's consideration.

"You got it, man," patting him on the chest.

The two of them headed to where everyone else was gathered while Cassie hid in the corner of a hallway, mortified and crying.

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Yk, I was thinking. Buggy knew Whitebeard fairly well right? The Roger Pirates and the Whitebeard pirates crossed paths many, many times on their respective voyages. Enough that Newgate had his and Shanks's faces memorized and Buggy to know damn well that picking a fight with Ace would bring down Whitebeard's wrath. But those two crews partied as much as they fought together.

So what's Buggy going to say when Gabriel asks him about what Whitebeard was really like? Bc Crocodile sure doesn't have anything nice to say, and he rarely has anything to say at all about his past.

Well, to answer that question I have to talk about Buggy's thoughts on Whitebeard first, and I have a lot to say.

Firstly, Buggy most certainly respected the man. Whitebeard was able to clash with Roger on equal grounds, and their fights ended in draws. He was perhaps the only man who could be considered Roger's equal. That alone is enough to make anyone respect Whitebeard, but Buggy actually saw the fights. He knew Roger personally, therefore he has the best idea of how much respect Whitebeard actually deserves.

The man was a beast, and Buggy knows this from first hand experience.

But unlike Crocodile, that personal experience he had never hurt him. Buggy has no personal grudge against the man, if anything he kind of liked him (despite how terrifying he was). Whitebeard was good with kids in his own way back in the day. Not in the gentle, caring way but more like a fun, a bit crazy uncle. He always entertained Shanks and Buggy in the parties after their fights, and was one of the few adults who never questioned Roger's decision to have kids in the crew.

Well, either way, Buggy hadn't thought about the man in years and didn't really care— until Marineford. I genuinely believe Buggy's fear at seeing Whitebeard was because he thought the man wouldn't recognise him. Because if he did realise who he was, he wouldn't hurt him. Buggy was certain of that.

And he was right. Whitebeard recognised him, and didn't try to fight. If anything, he helped Buggy. And I believe 100% that it was intentional. Whitebeard's a clever man, and he knew how Buggy was as a child. One look at Buggy's scared face and the hoard of men behind him screaming for a fight was enough for him to assess the situation.

So, Buggy was throwing around empty promises about killing him to impress this group of escapees and it escalated. Right.

So, of course, after realising this, Whitebeard offered a truce— a team up. Because he knew Buggy didn't actually want to fight him. Not that he could anyway... But even if he did somehow have the power to do so, the kid wouldn't want to hurt him. He had no reason to do so. If anything, as one of the few people who remembered Roger as a man and not the King of Pirates, Buggy kind of valued Whitebeard's existence. It made him feel less alone, less like Roger's legacy could die out. That's why despite his lack of interest in the man, or the war, he was sad when he died. Another great man from the good old days, gone forever. Another part of the childhood he valued so much, wiped off the face of the earth in a second.

So, what would Buggy tell Gabe when he asks him about Whitebeard? Just the truth.

"He was a pirate."

Like his daddies, he was a pirate. And above all, he was a man. He could be kind, he could be terrifying. He did good things, but he also did bad things. He made mistakes. He pillaged and fought and killed, because that's what a pirate does. But he had a family he loved and protected to the end of the world.

Like Crocodile. Like Mihawk.

Gabriel loves his dads, but Buggy doesn't shy away from telling him that those two don't act the same way to everyone. They've done every bad thing under the sky that a pirate can do, some of which they have regrets over. They've ruined people's lives in their own way, they've fought and they've killed. Because they're pirates. Because they're men.

Just like Whitebeard.

Humanising Whitebeard doesn't wipe the trauma away of course, but it helps. It's the first step in a journey of healing for a little kid who didn't ask for any of this.

And if anyone can forgive a man they've never met, who happens to be already dead, it's a strong kid like Gabriel.

#thank you for this ask cas!!! you really know how to make me think #one piece #buggy the clown #edward newgate #s crocodile

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klausi!! 🤍 i wanna bombard you with all these prompts but!!

91 "Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it." and/or 12 "I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

64 "Can I hold your hand?” and/or 79 "i like being close to you. you’re warm."

am i being too demanding :/ feel free to ignore this mwah! 🫶

dio!!! omg so great to hear from you! And don’t you worry you’re not demanding! these prompts are fantastic and I hope I did them justice for you 🫡 hope you can excuse the slight length and lateness

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Steve loves Eddie.

It’s a fact as obvious as the monsters underneath everyone’s feet that haunted his sleeping state for years. It’s the truth that he has since accepted as part of something under his heart and bones, but is well too aware that if released, it can be ugly for everyone else.

Even with Robin, Steve just knows that if he even mumbles a fucking vowel, her first reaction would be, “Eddie would not like you.”

Okay, that’s just disrespectful to his platonic soulmate. Her first reaction would definitely be happy gasping, begging for details, using his love advice against him and strike multiple tally marks on the YOU RULE whiteboard.

But everyone else? Yeah, Steve can already see the disgust and contempt on their faces.

It would hurt more if Eddie’s one of them.

But fuck it. Steve’s always been the ‘rip the bandaid off’ kind of guy, especially when it comes to crushes. That’s why he’s going to tell Eddie first, future heartbreak and emotional breakdown be damned.

So here he is: driving down the road to the countryside that’s more farmland than actual farmhouses to the new Munson home.

And just as if the gods are giving him pity, Eddie’s already in the long driveway, leading Lucky out of the horse trailer.

It had surprised everyone that Eddie’s new job post-Vecna was a farmhand for a nearby horse ranch. But there’s not really a lot of other positions in Hawkins that would accept a falsely accused man who now hates the town even more for the witch hunt. The ranch on the other hand hadn’t cared much about Eddie’s history and had been quick to hire him for training shortly after the move.

Steve parks on the roadside just front of the house. Eddie seems too attentive with Lucky to notice his car yet, a gloved hand always petting the horse’s snout as he gently pulls the reins to the direction of the massive yard. Eddie has a gentle smile on his face, the one where the dimples show and gives him a little glow to the face.

It makes Steve smile too.

Eddie just looks so much happier.

He takes a deep breath and gets out of the car, the chilly November air and horse stink welcoming him. That snaps Eddie’s attention towards him, the smile breaking into a grin.

“Steve!” He cries out with a quick wave. Lucky gives a rather loud snort in greeting.

“Hey, Eds.” Steve waves back before jerking a chin up to the golden-brown horse as he walks up. “Taking Lucky to a timeout again?”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head, “I swear this horse either likes me more or he’s being a bastard on purpose for his owners.”

Apparently, out of all of the horses in the ranch, Lucky is the more “devil’s child” (which Eddie had described with a voice of an old Texas man). Steve hasn’t witnessed the actions himself, but the stories range from nipping other horses to clomping the front of a vehicle into smithereens for no reason except for an undisclosed hatred to the human race.

So predictably, Eddie is one of the very few humans who have the privilege to be Lucky’s close friends.

(“Honestly, I think this horse is an agent from the Upside Down. Steve, listen to me. I’ve faced a hoard of demobats but that horse scares me.” Eddie tells him one afternoon, just a week after being the new ranch hire. Steve listens to it all, but his eyes are on the ever wild gestures and lit cigarette dangerously close to burning his hair.

“If you’re afraid of it, then hasn’t it like,” Steve makes his best impression of a horse stomping someone to death.

Eddie snorts, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I guess I’m a braver motherfucker than I thought or Lucky just likes me better than the normal folk.”

I like you better too. Way more than the whole town. It’s not Steve’s first thought and it’s far from the last one he wishes to say alo.)

As Eddie leads Lucky alongside the fence of the pasture, Steve follows from behind, keeping a very safe distance from Lucky and his back legs of severe injury. Then Eddie opens the gate, letting Lucky run into the pasture.

Steve puts his arms on the fence, watching the horse gallop around and kicking up dirt clouds. He looks over at Eddie, who’s mirroring him but his gaze is on Steve. He smiles again, making Steve’s heart do a double flip.

“What is it?” Steve asks.

Eddie doesn’t answer. He only shuffles closer until their sides are pressing to each other. Then he tucks his chin onto Steve’s shoulder, his nose brushing the cheek. “I like being close to you. You’re warm.” Eddie finally says in a hushed voice like he’s sharing a secret.

Steve almost says it.

He almost tells Eddie, “I love you.”

But the words don’t come out. They feel blocked in his mouth. Like there’s one last gate to go through and Steve can’t find the key for it. It feels like he’s back in high school, fresh faced and still navigating the brutal castle that would chew him up and spit him out.

It feels frustrating that when the perfect opportunity for the confession is literally leaning against him, he can’t say it.

He’s scared now. That he’ll spit it out like an afterthought or say something like “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” and have Eddie push him under Lucky’s hooves of death.

Eddie’s still looking at him. His eyes are hooded but cautious. He looks vulnerable. With the rays of sunlight still shining behind him, he looks beautiful.

Steve glances down at their hands. They hang limp over the fence, their pinkies barely touching. He swallows and says in a similar hushed voice, “Can I hold your hand?”

Eddie’s expression warms, his smile turning more tender. He takes off his gloves and slowly wraps his hand around Steve’s. His palm feels too smooth and sweaty with his pulse going wild.

It’s honestly perfect.

“This okay?” Eddie whispers.

Steve resists the urge to pinch between his eyebrows, hoping to blink away the sudden tears. “Yeah.”

Later, he would finally tell Eddie the three blessed words.

#i hope you like this!!!#super sorry this took long to write and answer because i started work again and I’m T I R E D nowadays #I feel kinda ehhh about what i wrote so pls forgive me if it’s a little off or something #also secret eddie horse girl?? it’s more likely than you think!#klaus writes #klaus answers

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necros-writing-stuff · 10 months

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Eden's new spouse had a diary on them when he took them. Spouse doesn't write in the diary for a bit at first while at the cabin, then starts writing again. Eden's spouse is pretty quiet, so they get curious. Eden reads the diary, and there are a bunch of entries about how awful life was and what they needed to do to survive, then spouse starts writing again and it's all about how much better life is now, and how much they love and appreciate Eden. Cue feels.

Brief, non-specific mentions of types of abuse PC faced growing up mentioned. Other than that, pretty fluffy (with some horny strewn throughout):

Eden doesn't always come back home this early from hunts. This one, however, went pretty badly when he'd stumbled across another hunter's old metal trap and cut his forearm. Of course he'd left his cleaning shit back at the cabin. It was just one of those days where nothing seemed to go right.

You'd seemed frazzled as you buzzed around him, still too quiet to really ask if you could help but the worry obvious in your eyes. That's when he noticed the poorly hidden notebook. You'd tried to put it behind the drawer, but in your haste to appear normal it'd fallen from its hiding spot and Eden finally discovered your little secret.

He kept his discovery to himself. Best that you wouldn't know so that you wouldn't change the hiding spot and Eden would be able to read future updates you wrote.

The chance to find out what the book entailed came early the next morning. Eden had an excuse to laze around a bit with his healing arm, but you were up and out to do chores. He didn't know what to expect. Plans to run away? Gorey scribbles of his head on a pike? Confessions of love for another?

The truth was somehow worse, yet far better.

The hunter's throat had a lump growing in it the further he read. It was a diary of sorts, detailing life at the orphanage before you were taken by Eden. He couldn't read too much of it, every hit and insult dredging up memories of his own he'd rather stay buried. His stomach flipped when he got to the sexual abuse. Goddamn it Bailey. Of all people, he should know better.

Despite the horrific details, there was a hopeful tone to the words he read. A tone that made sense as he continued to read. You'd written all of this after having been at the cabin for a while, having settled in and been allowed the freedom to use Eden's things as your own. Part of him was peeved he'd lost out on using a perfectly fine note book, but it was worth the words he had before him.

"I feel safe here. I didn't think I would ever know that feeling again, but I do now. Eden keeps me happy - which is still strange some days because he did sort of kidnap me. And he was terrifying. But with every new day I just can't help but feel like I might be starting to love him? Just a little bit? Maybe it's just Stockholm Syndrome."

That was just one entrance from three months ago. The trend continued.

"Yeah no, definitely lust at least. Caught myself almost drooling at him today while he was chopping wood, didn't even stop staring when he saw me. Ahhhh I must look like a freak to him sometimes. Well ya get what ya didn't pay for mister!"

The hunter couldn't help but chuckle at that. Though his cheeks grew hot from the thought that you'd been oggling him so. He'd have to remember to tale his shirt off while getting firewood more often.

"It's so fucking stupid, but every damn time he lets me sit in his lap and he reads to me I forget everything else ever existing. It's just me and him and the story he's reading, and I never feel so content anywhere else. Well, except maybe when we're doing it. He's getting really good when he goes down on me these days, I only wish he'd do it more often. I think I might have scared him by how hard I pulled his hair last time?"

More oral... yup he can certainly remember to do that. And no, it hadn't scared him at all when you'd pulled on his hair. It had almost made him finish in his pants before he could get to fucking you properly, actually. Hence why he didn't let you do it anymore.

There were more entries that Eden had to save for later, carefully placing your book back into its place and then finally joining you outside to do his share of the chores. A bubbly feeling rose in his chest as he worked, each time he caught your eyes on him only having him remember the words you'd written about finding it a turn on to watch him do jobs around the cabin.

It had been a long time since you'd felt safe. It had been a longer time since Eden had felt desirable. Since he'd felt accepted and loved.

Each day he'd find the time to check if you'd written something new. It was meant to be private, but he felt as though he needed to hear your praise. It became a crutch, a way to tell how the relationship was due to your withdrawn nature. You still didn't speak up very often. The hunter didn't hear your voice as much as he'd like to, so your written word had to fill the void. And it did, greatly.

Each and every compliment made his cheeks grow hot, his back a little straighter and his head was held a little higher. Every small declaration of love felt to be the size of Jupiter. Every moment of frustration endearing. He'd even been using the bedroom tips you had for him - carefully, of course. Didn't want you catching on.

You would eventually. You'd learn that he was reading your diary. But for now, Eden got to enjoy you in his own private way, too.

#spill your guts #wayfare-angel #eden the hunter #'nw lemon'#'nw abduction'#gn reader #'nw abuse'

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ladyclwriter · 1 year

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Seven

Meowpheus x gn!human!reader

Summary: that huge dark cat came to your house every night for two years. Then came in a morning for the first time; showing who he really was, also, for the first time.

Fluff, fluff, fluff

“And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted”

“I'm home!” you said while closing and locking the door skillfully with your arms full of bags. It was late in the night, so, you already knew someone was waiting for you.

After stumbling while taking off your shoes with the back of your feet, you walked towards the kitchen of the tiny apartment. Unpacked your goodies, put it where it should be, then turned around to the living room, hands on your waist. Weird. When you looked in the other rooms and didn't found your friend, instantly got worried.

For two years, a really really big dark cat would show up every night. Sometimes, just when the sun set. Or, after midnight. Indeed, the cat always came to see you. Even if it was for an hour, or until the sun would start rising.

Then, it hits you it might come later. So, unworried, you focused on making dinner and finishing your after-work tasks.

You only went to bed at 1:47am. Head laying heavily on the pillow, you stared at the open window, not even one star visible with the city lights overshadowing them. Eyes closing by themselves, you yawned, taking the blanket to your nose. The cold wind that came from outside reminded you the reason all the windows of your house were open.

It was because of that very first night.

You were crying, heartbroken, nothing more than a crumbled mess on the floor, when a shadow crossed your eyesight. Scared, you jumped, looking around to find whatever it was. Back froze, goosebumps when you felt someone gazing at you. Slowly, terrified, you turned around.

“Holy shit!” you screamed, yellow bright eyes staring at yours. Hand on your chest, feeling it pumping crazily, you let out a gasp when a low meow fills the room. “Oh. Damn. Okay, so... Okay. Jesus Christ”

Brushing hands to wipe away the tears off your face, you got closer to the big feline. There, both sitting on the ground, he was almost as tall as you. “Hey, beauty. You scared me. Are you from the new neighbor? How did you got into my house?”

No, didn't had a collar, nor any sign of owner. Infact, the cat seemed to be in a very good state to be from the streets. “What can I do for you?” you reached out your hand to touch the dark fur.

The animal flinched away from your palm, looking almost offended. You kept your outstretched hand with a puzzled face. “Alright, not the petting type, I got it.” taking your hand back to your lap, you stayed there, staring into those golden eyes.

Indeed, the cat did nothing more that night but to look; watch, you. Even when you went to sleep, the animal sat on the window, observing. Well, at least, the dream you had that night made you don't give a fuck about all the heartbreaks next morning — and the cat wasn't there anymore.

Since then, he — you discovered in a very investigating look — came back. Never hungry, never stinky or dusty. Sometimes, he meowed. Sometimes, not even a purr, which was rare for him to do so. In a year, he became more approachable, specially on your sad days. Laid on your lap, slept with you on the bed, even asked for petting. Apparently, the only thing the cat wanted was attention. And you gladly gave him.

You had pictures with him on your Instagram, and actually made a profile just for him, since your pictures with the huge Maine Coon — that's what race internet stated he was — got so popular. His stories and reels would beat celebrities from time to time. Everyone that came for a sleepover knew him, your relatives considering the cat a part of the family. And you accepted it as truth; the cat was your cat. Even if he never stayed for the day.

The feline became the joy of your nights. Sometimes, he was the only one to calm you down. The way he came at you, gave you nudges and asked for petting the exact time you needed. When you cried all the night with a curled ball of dark fur on your arms. The cat really was one of your best friends at this point.

Too tired, you, unlucky, slept all night. Nightmares, one overlapping other, different types of terrors and fears filling your mind made you wake up, wet on sweat and gasping for air. Quickly and slippery, you got out of bed to throw water on your face. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you tried to calm down.

After getting your breath in a normal rythm, it hits you. Coming back to the bedroom, no sign of the feline. One of your nightmares was about losing him; the cat crying as drunks hits him with baseball bats and iron bars.

Panick strangled your heart when you noticed the sun rising.

He didn't came.

And for a fucked-up week, it was like that. Nightmares all these days, people on social media asking about the cat, you having anxiety crisis everytime you thought about him. Should've put protections on the windows and never let him out. Should've bought a collar. Should've gave him more attention.

On the seventh morning, after taking a long shower to ease your disturbed mind, the face in the mirror wasn't the same from a week ago. Dark pouches under your tired eyes, pale as you could barely stand out in the sun, body almost collapsing with tiredness. Still, you put on your clothes, take care of your hair and heads out of the bedroom.

“Holy shit!”

You reached out for the first thing you saw to defend yourself; a plant vase. Holding it near your head, wide eyes, you shouted. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Calm down, child” the low voice filled the room. You instantly froze, mind getting slightly numb with what sounded like a command. The man was casually sitting in your couch, with a fond smile. “Some things never change, right?”

Your breath was uneven as you reluctantly spoke, loud but trembling, “I asked who the fuck are you! And how the hell did you got into my house?!”

“The same way as always” he gestured with his dark-haired head towards the window. You instantly heard your tenant's voice saying that it was dangerous to sleep with open windows, even on a high floor.

“Then get out. Now! Or I'll throw this... This plant, and call the cops!” the threat was funny even to you. When he didn't moved, you did, arms swinging to throw the vase. Before you did so, he stood up, making you freeze again.

Damn, he's tall. Too tall. You couldn't fight him even if you wanted to. “I-I said get out!”

He walked towards you, and you stumbled back to your bedroom. The man took the plant off your hands, placing it nearby as he kept trying to get closer. On your reverse pace, you ended up stumbling on your bed, falling sit on the bouncing mattress. With a gasp, you crawled backwards, picking up a pillow.

“Fuck off!” you screamed. Then, on some weird instinct, throw the pillow on the man. He didn't even tried to dodge it, getting hit on the chest. After throwing two more, and not getting a reaction, dispair made you bend your head on a plead. “I have money! It's on the dressers, and on my bag. Take my cards and my phone, my fucking TV, but just please don't touch me!”

Morpheus had to contain a smile. He felt, just a little bit, awful and amused with your reaction. Not as bad as he thought it would be, actually. The idea of turning into a cat right there would fix his sudden approach, yes. But he decided to not do so, the scene being too special for him to throw away.

“I know. You always store your money on your favorite bag. It's the one that your best friend gave you on your birthday. The one when all your friends gathered here for a sleepover” he stated in a soft voce, making all of it sound even more strange. “And you save money on the shoes drawer; because, yes, you have one. Inside your oldest sneakers, the ones from your teenagerhood.”

“Jesus Christ. Where are your cameras? On my phone?” you looked around, searching spots for the possible spies.

“Hey. Look at me” you didn't. “Just look at me, please”

Please? Instinctively, you did. His dark brown eyes turned into a familiar yellow. As scary as it was, you kept staring, trying to remember where you saw that glow.

“I know this is a... Confusing way of revealing myself. Unexpected, to say the least. I should've sent signs or anything else. Forgive me” slowly, he lowered himself, sitting on the bed. You couldn't stop staring at the golden eyes. “You never gave me a name, or tried to put me on a leash. But you cared for me and gave me a safe place anytime I needed”

You had a total of zero clues about what he was talking. Instead, your mind was like a haze, filled with fog and mist.

“Do you realize who am I?” with your empty expression, he knew the answer. “Alright... Guess I'll have to be more clear”

The light on his eyes faded as he looked around the room. He got up, to you like a tower rising to the sky, and went to one of your nightstands. Opening a drawer, he picked a frame, then gave to you with gentle eyes. You took it off his hand, staring at the picture. “My... Cat?” It was your favorite photo. Both of you with Santa hats, in front of your Christmas tree. “What does that mean?”

Morpheus sighed loud, closing his eyes. Then, sat on the bed again. This time, right in front of your curled body against the headboard. His eyes changed to the yellow again, as the light on the room started to fade out. Shadows rose from nowhere, even the sunlight not able to illuminate the room. It all turned cold, scary, a bad feeling rising from your heart to your throat. Suddenly, you wanted to cry.

“You have a curse, my friend. One that has been haunting your family dreams for generations. I've been trying since then to revoke it, with no success. So, filled with remorse, I tried a desperate decision” when a tear escaped from your eyes, something like a ghost appeared in front of his face. The image of a cat; of your cat. “I had to be close, to help you. And this seemed the easier way to. I like to be a cat, anyways”

“What... What are you talking about?”

Then it hits you. The dark room, your tears and sadness, the bright yellow eyes. It all came in a wave, like a lamp and a light switch. You remembered the first night “There you go” he smiled, the darkness fading away, your sadness at the same time.

“If you were my cat... Who are you? What are you?” the question falls into the silence. With his pause, you started to be aware of everything.

His pale skin, perfectly contrasting with the black outfit and dark hair. And... He smelled like the cat. Something like lavender and incense, a perfume that you never imagined someone would give to their pet. Indeed, every single time you feline friend came, he always smelled the same. The man seemed to notice your thoughts, a little smirk on his lips.

“I am Dream of the Endless. Lord Morpheus, even though I had many names, as we saw on my page” every fan of his cat-persona had a different name for him. “To simplify to you, I'm what you call gods. The dreaming is my realm, kingdom, and duty”

“That's why I had nightmares while you weren't here” he approved your quick thought. “Why you disappeared? And why showing yourself now?”

“Good questions” dark eyes came back, and it darts off to his usual sleep space on the bed. “Some things kept me busy. Very important and critical things. I decided to tell you the truth because of them. I might be away for a while”

Your heart twisted. Confusion took your mind once again; were you sad for your cat, or for the man? Weren't them the same person? The same animal? The same... Thing?

“I'll do a trick to keep your nightmares away. It'll probably come back, since it's a very old curse. When it happens, pray for me” you raised an eyebrow. “Exactly. Pray. And remember to pray while dreaming too. I'll come to your aid”

You remembered. When the bad dreams tried to haunt you while with your cat sleeping on top of you, a voice would send them away. A voice that felt like a warm hug, a soothing song, pulling good memories to your mind. And then, that week made you shiver. The awful things that haunted you, not only in the night, but on the day too. When your face expressed the past days terrors, warm hands held yours. It made you jump, staring at him instantly.

“I said I'll come to your aid. Alright?” startled, the only thing you could do was shake your head. “Good. You'll get late to work, won't you?”

Like a bucket of cold water, you remembered. Got up quickly, stumbling on blankets and pillows. When you finally got away from the bed, you paused, thinking on what to do next. “I didn't had breakfast. And... And you? What about you? Are you hungry? Oh, you're a god, right. Um... That's why you never ate the cat food?”

Morpheus only laughed, leaning against the head of the bed. You got even more confused with his casualty. Oh, he's my cat.

“I'm fine, thank you. Now, you should get ahead”

“Yeah, you're right. Okay” organizing your thoughts, you went to the kitchen.

Decided to prepare something quick, while talking on your smartphone, arranging work things and having your morning talk with friends and family. Three people asked about your Maine Coon, and you gave the same answer from the past days. We're taking a break.

“I forgot to mention. I don't know how long I'll be away from you, nor if I'll be able to send news” his voice made you shiver once again. It felt like a cold wind on your back, as his silent steps vibrate on the floor.

“You'll leave me worried? That's unfair, um...” didn't knew how to call him. Morpheus laughed, and only then you sensed the close presence.

“It's okay to call me the way you called as a cat”

“Really? You want me to call you beauty, big boy, panther?” and the list goes on. You both laughed, his laugh way too close to your ears. Only then, you felt arms around your waist.

Time stopped. You paused completely, not even blinking, your food breakfast's smoke rising to your nose as you felt the man's on your shoulder. He's my cat. He's my cat. He's my cat.

“Didn't you? Two years and a half” he mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt. “I must say, I'm grateful for everything. For receiving me, taking care of me, and giving me such special moments to cherish for”

“But...” gathering strength to speak as your face blushes with his closeness, you said lowly. “You were the one taking care of me”

“Indeed. But in the end, you did way much more for me” he squeezed you a little bit, fingers crawling on your clothes just like he used to do as a cat. “I know to you, it might be simple things. But I, as someone who sees dreams of all living things, acknowledge some people wouldn't be that friendly to a stray cat”

Trying to be casual, you started eating as Morpheus spoke, your food turning into something really interesting to focus, so you would get distracted from everything.

“Other than that, these nights we spent together I saw many faces of humanity. Your friends, your family, all of them teaching me a lot. And, with my quiet observation, I assure” he lifted his head, mouth now way too close to your ears. “You're the best one among all of them. The brightest heart and soul”

Your system was panicking crazily. “Brightest than my grandma? She's so cute. So kind” he chuckled, brushing nose against your cheek.

“You would never guess how rotten her heart is. Her past too” at this point, you were barely listening.

It was too, too weird. You could notice he repeated all his costumes as a cat, each little detail mirroring the feline. You could almost hear his purr, a memory in the back of your brain. Still, he was a man. An unknown man, but also, a familiar one. It was and it wasn't the cat. You felt conflicted, and all that was too much to deal with.

“I've got to go. I won't see you tonight, will I?” you turned around, regretting instantly. Morpheus didn't moved away, still holding you close. He was comfortable enough to do so; and wouldn't let that opportunity go away.

“No. Nor tomorrow, or next week. Or month” or year. Dispair almost took over you again, but with a breath, inhaling his scent, you remembered who he was. Not your cat; a god. “I'll try to visit you at the dreaming. But, as I said, call me and I'll aid you”

“Promise?” it scaped from your lips. He smiled, almost, very almost like a kitten. That melted your heart completely.

“I do.”

You had to finish your breakfast with the big man attached to you, quietly observing — just like he always did. Only parting when you had to pick up the last things to get out. When on the door, you looked back at him, standing to watch you leave.

“As soon as you close the door, I'll go away. I'm not one to be here at seven in the morning” you laughed softly. Morpheus tilted his head, looking into your eyes with a smile.

You were thinking the same thing. How as a cat, he would come and rub on your legs, meowing for you to pick him up for a last hug. And so he did. Each step, to you, felt like a thousand miles. When the man closed the distance again, even if your heart skipped a beat, it was... Okay. Hugging him was weird, but not that much. The familiar scent, and the warm of his body paid for everything.

“Stay safe, big boy” a mutual laugh. “How should I think of you while you're away? As a cat?

“For sure. Please, picture me in the weeds” a wild black cat, jumping around. You imagine perfectly. “Before I learned civility”

“We'll have a long talk about the cat life when you return” it sounded almost like an order. He laughed, agreeing.

“A sweet tea in the summer?”

“It's on my agenda”

In the most casual way, you kissed his cheek. He touched your hands, and watched as you closed the door. And, casual, as if everything was happily normal, you headed out of the building. Your cat is a god of dreams.

So, so casual.

I'm kinda disappointed with the way this turned out, but, at least, I can work a lot of other parts, so tell me if you'd read it.

Hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for reading! I appreciate comments or reblogs, helps a lot to produce. Love ya, see you later 💕

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margaretoakgrove · 1 year

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Not a monster

For Heisenberg it's never been a secret that here in the village he is called the most dangerous of all the four lords.

And for you, the lord's beloved, it's never been a secret either.

His reclusive life in the old factory on the very outskirts of the village, his superhuman physical strength and the power of controlling metal terrify the local villagers, making them create false rumours and foolish horror stories about him.

But you've never been afraid of him although you know that he really is dangerous but in your eyes for a completely different reason.

And the reason is his free and rebellious mind.

You are firmly convinced that the most dangerous person is the one whose mind cannot be controlled, and for you Karl has always been that kind of a man.

It doesn't matter how much time he spent in Miranda's research facility as a lab rat, she didn't manage to brainwash him and turn into her mindless and powerless slave.

The witch proclaimed herself his true mother and still calls him her son, but Karl, the only one of the four lords, knows the whole truth that is skilfully hidden behind the abominable lies.

The man knows that for Miranda he is nothing but another test subject which has become a failed vessel for her long-dead daughter. Just like his siblings and any other living soul in this godforsaken place.

Unlike Alcina, Donna and Moreau, Heisenberg never craved the love of the woman who turned his whole life into an actual hell.

To her within himself he found nothing but furious rage and hatred. Furious to the point that, being a genius at engineering by nature and with the help of his superhuman powers, he has began to create a huge army of mechanized undead soldiers, controllable by him and him alone, so one day he could make the crazy witch pay for everything she's done to him, grinding her with no mercy into paste, finally gaining desired freedom and becoming the only true ruler of his life, holding it within his own hands…

But the days when sadness pays our hearts a visit and a swarm of negative thoughts starts attacking our minds from time to time happen in the life of any human, even in the life of such a tough man like Heisenberg.

Today, feeling especially down, he bitterly told you that you shouldn't have stayed with him, that he was scared damn Miranda would take control over his mind one day and force him badly hurt or even kill you because, after all, he was a monster created by her. A very dangerous monster.

It seemed to you as if your heart cracked and began to bleed after everything he said.

"No! No, that's not true! You are not a monster! You've never been and you will never be a monster!" You slowly came to your beloved and carefully took his face within your hands. "You didn't choose this life. You didn't want anything what happened to you, but the humanity of your soul wasn't taken away, and i see so much human in you. The metal army of yours…those people…they were already dead. You didn't kill anyone of them. Miranda tried to make you feel like monster, but never forget that it's not for me but for her you are the scariest danger because she can't control nor destroy your free mind and human heart. Trust me, my dear, it's not in her power, that's why the damn witch is already failed! Karl, look at me…Please look at me…"

And he raised on you his eyes full of sorrow.

"I am not afraid of you. I love you. I accept you for who you really are and with everything you have. I want you to know that you are never alone because i am always here with you. I love you, Karl. I love you too much no matter what with all my heart. Everything is going to be alright, my love, and believe me when i say this. Together we can overcome absolutely anything!"

Heisenberg firmly closed his eyes, took your hands in his and gently kissed each palm before embracing you with all his might, nuzzling your hair. You immediately wrapped your arms around the lord's wide and strong back, slowly and tenderly rubbing it not even trying to hide the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

Heisenberg knows perfectly well that in his life you are a bright lantern whose ever-burning light always helps him to walk through the darkness of sad days, and for that to you he is endlessly grateful.

And when the time of overwhelming sorrow is finally going away, the most powerful lord of the village is ready to fiercely fight again for his future happy life in freedom with you and only you.

For a life that no one will ever dare to ruin.

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