#I don't know if it's supposed to mean she's closer to being herself again

[the-butler-did-it]

Cassandra's pronouns changed from she/they to she/her this episode, I can't imagine it doesn't mean anything. Maybe there's a chance of freeing her from whatever limbo she's trapped?

[fideidefenswhore]

Catherine [of Aragon], [Princess] Mary, and Anne Boleyn are enemies of Cromwell and do not fare well at her hands. In fact, [Mantel's] focus on Cromwell seriously undermines the claim her account is more authentic than Michael Hirst['s].

Writing Mary I: History, Historiography, and Fiction

[nr1chaedickrider]

love me or leave me tonight

Does love survive hatred?

angst, angst and angst ; also smut!!! is this even fluff.. ; vampire!sana ; vampirehunter!reader ; violence and stuff ; blood and bloodplay ; sana is manipulative lwk?? ; bondage ; sana has a back tattoo ; degradation ; forbidden love ; friends to ???? ^_^ ; inspired by first kill ; mentions of murder ; voyerism ; happy (very very late) birthday @cry4mina (thiswas supposed to be your bday present), you were probs the person that motivated me the most for writing this so thank you, not proofread!

men dni.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

-

You crush the empty beer can and drop it on the floor. Sana hands you a new one and you thank her with a brief nod.

You open it with a crack and take a sip, feeling the fizz and tasting the slightly bitter taste.

It's pretty quiet before you start talking.

"My family is causing stress again.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?" she asks with a light laugh, you laugh a little too.

"Is that why you have bruises and scars?" she adds, looking at the injuries on your face and neck.

Sana - the only person who knows your secret, that you were born into a family of vampire hunters.

"One of the strongest vampire families is said to be here in town," you answer.

Sana - the only daughter of the most famous vampire family.

She knows all your secrets - you know none of hers.

She nods, as if she understands what you are going through.

She lifts her hand and gently strokes the scar on your cheek.

You blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

Just a little more pressure and it would start to bleed, Sana thinks to herself.

She pulls her hand away before she thinks any more about it, before her feelings take over.

Her feelings have always been stronger than her.

Her feelings control her, it has always been like this.

-

"I love you" the words glide easily over her tongue, a smile on her lips.

Even if it's just a whisper - it's a dream for you, as if nothing could happen, nothing could stop you.

Like teenagers in love (that's what you are, teenagers).

"Really?" you ask, in some way you're sure she means it, but you just want to hear it again.

She nods, "I love you so much" she repeats with the same smile.

You take her hand in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

She looks down at your hands, then up at you.

You look into her eyes and move closer.

A kiss.

Gentle, slow, romantic, simply full of emotion.

Full of love.

When your lips part, you both giggle a little, but then you continue kissing.

Further, further, and further.

When your lips (finally) part again, you are both completely out of breath. Your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You both sink into the mattress as you push Sana into her on her back.

She continues to giggle, almost unable to stop, just like you.

You lean over her and kiss her neck. The contact of your lips on her cold neck makes the hair on her arms and neck stand up, her fingers digging into the sheets as you suck on her pulse point.

"Honestly, I have no idea what exactly to do," you confess as you sit on top of her, your hand toys with the hem of her oversized shirt (or rather, your oversized shirt).

"Me neither" she replies with a laugh.

You smile like an idiot as she says this. "Now come here" she says and pulls you down to kiss you again.

You mumble a "may I?" against her lips and tug lightly on her shirt, she responds with a nod and lifts her arms over her head as you pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor next to you.

You kiss her soft, smooth skin and take off her sports bra. Your hands slowly massage her breasts, Sana moans slightly and her body presses against yours to feel you and your hands even more and even better.

You slowly kiss further down, over her ribs, her thin stomach with a slightly trained six-pack - down to the waistband of her shorts.

You look up to her and make eye contact.

"Please" she says under her breath, you nod in response, knowing what she wants from you.

You pull them off her, as well as her underwear (that already has a damp spot on it).

You stare at her pretty pussy, you can't help but giggle a little at the view infront of you.

You come closer, inhaling her sweet scent before diving in.

Sana twitches a little at your sudden action, her hands flying to your head in just a second and gripping your hair, leaving a delicious burn.

Your tongue licks her clit, drawing eights on it.

You hope that you're doing a good job, desperately trying to remember how the women in porn do it - how they pleasure the other and making her moan like crazy.

You stop overthinking when Sana lets out a louder moan though.

Your tongue finds her hole, entering and exiting her a little.

"Please...

need your fingers" she moans out.

You smile a little as you part your mouth from her core, now rubbing circles on it with your two fingers.

You kiss her again, your pointer finger dipping into her wetness, making her moan out loud, not being able to kiss you back normally.

Her hands grip the bedsheets, a few veins peeking out from her hand.

You stop kissing her, going down to her neck and leaving wet kisses on it, kissing over the few marks you've left and adding even more to it.

Your second finger enters her, making her let out a high pitched whimper.

Her hips meet your pace and start grinding on your fingers, searching desperately for the pleasure she needs.

"I'm so close... please-" she whimpers, you smirk against her skin and take one of her erected buds into your mouth.

A few thrusts, your thumb on her clit, and your tongue on her nipple send her over the edge as she comes with a loud whine.

You slowly pull your wet fingers out of her, licking them clean as you watch her breathe heavily.

"That was so... wow-" she breathes out.

"You're cute"

-

Love is not forever.

After you met Sana, you actually wanted to think that it was something for eternity.

It would never die out, you would never think of anything but love.

Love, love, love.

Maybe it is really made to last forever - only that after a while you'll love in a different way.

Desperate love.

Loving sadness.

Loving even though you don't really want to.

This love consumes you, makes you think of nothing else but that.

Every situation can remind you of love.

Your brother's death also reminds you of it.

His body lies in a field, in complete darkness.

His eyes open, his gaze full of emptiness.

"What... what happened?" you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.

Your father exhales before answering you.

But instead of telling you like a normal person, he kneels down next to your brother's head and turns his head to the side.

A scar on his neck.

Two holes.

Blood residue next to it, completely dried.

Your mother and sister hug each other, tears running down their cheeks.

"Was it the new vampire family?" you ask.

Stupid question.

"Y/n..

It was Sana," he replies.

What?

"Sana?"

He nods.

You laugh a little, full of frustration.

"It's not funny-... she would never-"

"You can never trust vampires." he says with a stern tone.

He's serious.

Sana, your best friend, your girlfriend for several months.

She killed your brother.

You look at your brother, then at your family.

Your legs move faster than you can think.

You run away, run in a direction you know only too well.

Sana's house.

You take the back entrance to her garden (which you already know well enough) and come across her sitting in a chair.

She looks at you in shock as you look at her.

"Y/n- what are you doing here?" she asks and stands up.

"Is it true?" you ask back, your voice a mixture of fear and anger.

She doesn't say anything at first, but then realizes that you mean exactly what she's been trying to forget since last night.

She nods slowly.

She doesn't deny it, she doesn't try to explain herself.

Whether it's even possible to explain yourself.

Your hand grips the handle of your pocketknife tightly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Y/n... I wanted to tell you... but my parents-"

"They forbid me to see you, but I went ahead anyway because I love you"

You listen to her, for some reason hoping she'll say something good - even though you know that nothing can make this situation any better.

"He was my first victim," she says after an awkward, tense silence.

Her first victim?

"They made me bite him... as punishment"

"I couldn't help it"

"You couldn't help it? What are you saying... Sana, I thought you loved me"

"Where is your common sense?" you ask her, your voice louder and full of despair.

You run towards her, your knife pointed at her as you try to hit her chest.

She dodges quickly, twisting your arm behind your back as you let out a small cry of pain and let the knife drop.

"Y/n..." she says with concern.

Her grip is as if she doesn't even want to do any of this, as if she's being forced by something.

"It's better if you leave," she adds.

She lets go of you (or rather, tosses you) as you fall on the ground, the wet grass soaking through your clothes as you feel the cold.

You look up at her, full of fear.

This is not the Sana you know.

It doesn't feel like you're looking at Sana Minatozaki.

At this moment, it feels like you're in front of an evil person.

Like in a nightmare.

You grab the knife on the floor next to you and stand up quickly, your eyes on her one last time before you run away.

She looks after you, sees your body getting smaller and smaller before you disappear behind a hill.

A tear runs down her cheek, and as she turns around she sees both her parents looking down at her through the second floor window.

Their expressions are cold and disappointed.

Just like always.

And you, you don't stop running.

You run on and on, without a destination, without any idea where you want to go.

Just away from here -

Away from Sana.

-

The music is loud as you walk into the club, your jeans are loose around your waist, your white t-shirt is slightly cropped so that your stomach can be seen a little.

You sit down at the bar and watch the other people dance.

The last time you were here was several years ago,

with Sana.

You were younger back then, still in school, no idea what you wanted to do in the future.

Now you're older, and you know what your goal in life is.

To kill Sana.

To get your revenge.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender asking what you would like to drink, you order a beer and he gives you one and then moves on to other guests.

You drink a little and feel the fizz, tasting the slightly bitter taste of this variety.

The taste reminds you of the countless times you have drunk with Sana.

You look around a little before you see something that almost makes you drop the bottle on the floor.

Sana.

Sana pushing someone against the wall.

Short black hair, lots of tattoos -

She has no idea who exactly she's dealing with.

You leave your bottle at the bar and walk slowly towards them both.

Sana kisses her hard and aggressively, full of energy.

And you can guess why she has so much energy.

Before you can get any closer, Sana turns her head in your direction while turning the woman's head to the side so that she has perfect access to her neck.

Sana grins at you.

And suddenly her lips are stained dark red with blood.

She flashes her fangs at you, completely covered in blood as she slowly licks them clean.

And suddenly she's just gone.

In a millisecond she has bitten her victim, and in a millisecond she is gone without leaving a trace.

Your victim falls to the ground as you run to her to help her somehow.

But it's too late.

You look at her neck and see the same scar you saw on your brother.

While the crowd tries to take care of her, you disappear from the club.

A sigh leaves your lips.

-

"I'll help you," she says, her thumb stroking the back of your hand as she smiles at you.

You have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you feel sick and you're not sure if you should do this at all.

Or if you want to involve Jihyo at all.

She's 10 years older than you - an old acquaintance from your family and a vampire hunter just like you.

She was also your first love.

Actually, it was just a little crush, maybe you mistook it for a close friendship, you were quite young.

The plan of the two of you was pretty simple - go to Sana's house and capture her if possible (you don't want to think about the possibility of killing her).

If your information is correct, her parents are no longer alive.

Rumor has it that she killed them herself.

To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

Jihyo and you make your way to her house, equipped with various weapons.

It is dark, 10 o'clock in the evening. The night is still and quiet.

If only you knew it would change quickly.

You enter the house through the garden, Jihyo has always been good at picking locks.

Your pistol in your hand, you look around carefully as Jihyo walks ahead of you.

She turns right, you look behind you for something, but then you hear something fall.

You turn around quickly and see that "something" is Jihyo.

All you can see is her legs sticking out from behind the wall. You run to her, kneel down on the floor next to her, but the moment you look up-

Sana hits you and you fall over.

-

"Where am I?" you mumble, your head aching as you open your eyes.

You see Jihyo lying on the ground, just a few meters away.

You run to her, or rather, you try to.

Something sharp cuts into your skin and you bite your lip.

You look down at your arms and see that you've been tied to the wall with barbed wire.

"Fuck-" you breathe out, trying not to feel the pain.

You only have your bra on, Sana has undressed you a little, probably so that you only feel more pain.

You try to move as little as possible and look anxiously at Jihyo, who, thankfully, is slowly waking up.

"Jihyo!" you say, she looks at you, then looks around.

This makes you look around.

You realize you're both in a rather large basement.

Jihyo is fully dressed, but her hands are tied behind her back.

Before you can warn her about the corpses you've noticed, the cellar door opens and Sana comes down.

"You're awake, how nice," she says with a smile.

"And Y/n? How do you like the barbed wire?" she asks.

"Fuck you" you just reply, Sana laughs but doesn't really pay attention to you, not like she has her eyes on Jihyo.

And part of you has an inkling of what's about to happen.

Sana sits down on a rather large chair, and with a small wave of her hand, Jihyo lands on her lap, her back against Sana's chest, her eyes locked on yours.

"I really haven't had such a pretty girl on my lap in a long time," Sana says, her hand slowly stroking Jihyo's arm.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down somehow. The situation you, or rather Jihyo, are in can quickly become life-threatening.

"What do you want?" you ask, looking at her and she starts laughing again.

"Blood," she replies. Short, concise, without any emotion. The smile she had on her lips a few seconds ago has disappeared.

She is serious.

Jihyo is still looking at you, her eyes full of fear.

But her look of fear changes. And you don't know what to think except "what exactly is happening here."

Sana whispers something in her ear, and the fear in her eyes disappears.

Sana's hand moves on her body, and then she stops right on Jihyo's core.

Before you can do anything else, you realise what is happening.

And how it's to late to save Jihyo.

You feel like your eyes are fixiated on Sana and how Jihyo sits so obediently on her lap. You're not able to shift your gaze. It's like there is only them - and you're watching them like a movie. Like a perfomance that was made just for you - and you can't stop looking.

This was made for you, and the way Sana forces you to watch them.

Her hand goes past Jihyo's underwear, and suddenly Jihyo is moaning so softly for her. The look on her face just full of arousal.

She has been manipulated.

Something you learned early on - when training to be a vampire hunter.

There's nothing you can do, when you've been trapped under a vampire's spell. Except for one thing -

hope that you won't die.

In Jihyo's case right now, you're not sure what is going to happen in the end.

So you continue watching them, you watch Sana kissing Jihyo's neck, the intoxicating smell of her blood is problably already driving her crazy.

She continues fingering her, her movements speeding up.

She has no intention of giving pleasure to Jihyo - she just waits for the right moment to bite into her neck.

When Jihyo is moaning louder though, and her body twitches closer to Sana, she knows it's happening.

You know too.

"Jihyo!" you yell out, in hopes you're able to somehow get her out of this trance.

It was already to late.

Sana bites into her neck, begins to suck and moan at the fresh taste. 

Jihyo screams for help, and you can do nothing but watch as a tear flows down your cheek.

Her lifeless body drops to the ground as soon as Sana is done with her.

She licks her fangs with a smile, smirking at you like she did the night you first saw her again.

She comes closer, taking your jaw into her hand. 

"You can't replace me that easily." she whispers seductively.

What?

"What do you mean?" you ask, but she just shakes her head.

"I'll see you soon" she replies, and your eyes fall shut.

-

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bathtub.

You try to move, but notice the pain in your arms from the barbed wire.

You lean your head back and take a deep breath.

To summarize, you watched Sana finger Jihyo and then bite and kill her. Afterwards she tells you that you can't replace her, and now you're here.

Sana knows where you live.

Jihyo is dead.

To say you're overwhelmed is an understatement.

But you know exactly what you have to do, whether it's for you or for Jihyo.

Find Sana.

As you slowly step out of the bathtub, a thought occurs to you.

The evening gala of big companies. If anyone is going to be there, it's Sana.

-

You take another look at yourself in the mirror.

Your black suit fits a little loosely, but hides your scars well.

You get into your car and drive to her house.

How convenient that everything happens in her house.

When you get there, you look around.

There are already a lot of people there and as you walk in, you see various bosses probably talking about certain deals and wanting to do business.

A waiter comes up to you and offers you a glass of red wine, which you gratefully accept.

The taste is bitter, dry, but somehow it reminds you of blood.

How ironic, you think to yourself.

You walk around, having conversations here and there.

"I thought this event was for people with companies," someone says, and as you turn around, you see her.

It's Sana.

Her grin is like a shiver running down your spine.

"I'm not here to conduct business," you reply, drinking the rest of your wine.

Your lips are slightly red and you smile at her.

Your grip on the glass tightens, and before Sana can do anything, it shatters in your hand.

A waiter quickly comes to help you and removes the shards from the floor, you thank her but say you can take care of it yourself.

Drip, drip, drip.

The blood dripping from your hand drives Sana crazy.

"Oops," you say, but before you can turn around and walk away, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.

Only now do you notice that she has a tattoo.

A pretty big one.

Your eyes are focused on her back, and the kind of detail the tattoo has.

It's as if it reflects her nature.

One side is sunny. You could even describe it as quite cheerful. If you just look at that side, you're just impressed with the work that's been done. You can see the colors and how they flow together. Everything fits well together.

The other side, however, is the complete opposite.

It's dark, makes you nervous. You get an unpleasant feeling when you look at it. The main colors are black and red. It's like a horrible painting, something you would see in a museum and think to yourself "what was the artist thinking?". The longer you look at it, the more scared you get.

But you can't think about her tattoo for long as you are pushed onto a bed.

Sana sits on top of you and the memories of your first time come flooding back.

The only difference is that Sana was tender and sweet, not cruel like now.

Your bleeding hand is still in hers, and maybe you could even see the water pooling in her mouth.

You know that you should be afraid, or that you should hit her, she killed Jihyo, your brother, and she almost killed you.

But in this moment you feel nothing but the will to feel her everywhere.

And she didn't even manipulate or influence you in any way.

You look at her, and then -

you press your hand more towards her.

And she understands what you want from her.

The smirk on her face appears again and pulls you closer.

She closes her eyes and starts to lick the blood of your hand.

For her, this is the best meal she could ever have. To be able to taste your blood was always a dream of hers.

And so she continues doing that, moaning a little when her tongue touches the red liquid coming from your veins.

She does it like she was starving for her life. Like she lived her life for exactly this moment.

She parts from your hand, leaning her head back slowly as if she would be on a high.

When she looks at you again, her pupils are dilated and the look on her face is full of arousal.

You can't blame her, yours is too.

She fumbles with the buttons of your jacket, you push her hands away and do it yourself, just to end up almost ripping it off your body and throwing it on the floor.

She looks at your arms, the way there are marks everywhere because of her.

"Fuck" she curses under her breath, pulling down the zipper of your pants and pulling (or rather - ripping them) off your body.

A groan escapes your mouth when she touches you, squeezes parts of your body that got your mouth hanging open.

A low "need you" leaves your mouth as Sana starts kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your body (surprisingly she's not biting you).

She comes closer to your core, and your need to feel her tongue on you is growing stronger and stronger. Your mind is clouded with the thought of her, it feels like you tried to hate her the whole time while you just need her to fuck you.

At this point, you don't even know if you're still in control of your body or if it's Sana.

No matter what, you don't care.

And when continues eating you out, all messy and again, like she was starving, you grip her hair and push her even closer.

Your thighs just pull her closer, trying to feel her even deeper.

The moans that leave your mouth can problably be heard from outside, but you or Sana both couldn't care less.

The way she licks up ever drop of your juices in hunger, her nails digging into your thighs, scratching you and leaving little marks, droplets of blood escape your veins.

You cum into her mouth with a loud moan, your head leaning back and your eyes roll back.

Sana always thought you were beautiful, but right now, in this moment - you definetly are the prettiest.

She doesn't give you any time to calm down as she rises and shoves two of her fingers inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets in surprise.

Your moans loud and messy, your skin covered in sweat, the blood on your thighs that's oozing out of the cuts drives Sana even crazier.

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, and she leans forward, dragging her tongue over the cuts.

A moan escapes her mouth, and then, she leans closer to you and kisses you, with her lips stained with the dark red liquid.

You kiss her back, but your mouth hangs open when she adds another finger, filling you up.

You two don't even need to talk, the only way you two communicate is through her messy and needy touches - and your desperate moans.

All desperate - for her.

She never stops moving her fingers.

In, out. In, out.

Here faster, there slower.

You already lost every sense of time, like you're lost in the moment.

Your body twitches in sensitivity. Like it's fragile and Sana is overusing it.

You clearly are overstimulated, but Sana just can't stop herself.

Looking at her, seeing how her eyes are fixiated on your naked body, you ask yourself if she is even in control of her own body - or if something, someone else took control.

She doesn't leave you enough time to overthink, when your eyes are met with a black silk cloth.

The last thing you saw.

-

You stare at her grave and only now do you realize how stupid you are.

The stone you sit on is cold. Your eyes focus only on her name.

'Park Jihyo'

A sigh leaves your lips.

Are you disappointing her? Is she looking at you and thinking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Does she think you should be ashamed?

For having sex with Sana,

But even worse -

That you somehow still love Sana.

She killed your brother, she killed Jihyo - so many innocent people.

And despite everything, you can't seem to get rid of your feelings for her.

Your thoughts are always about her, your dreams are all about Sana.

You don't know which feeling is stronger - the hatred for her, for all the things she has done.

Or the love - the memories you can't let go.

Her soft lips on yours, the way her arms held you while you cried.

It makes you break down completly.

All those years you were away, it was all about Sana.

You wanted to get stronger, to beat her, to kill her.

But now it seems that you just want to be with her.

-

The night is dark and cold, everything reminds you of the night you found your brother dead.

The same place, the same time, the same loneliness you felt in your heart.

Instead of running to Sana to confront her, she came to you.

Instead of a calm conversation, you have a knife in your hand.

Her gaze is cold, you're not sure if you can read any emotion in her face.

Empty.

That would be the word you would use to describe her right now.

"What do you want?" she calls into the night, as if she doesn't know where you are.

As if you were looking for her, she speaks as if she had no plans.

"You came here," you answer, trying not to show any of your feelings.

"You confuse me," you say.

She looks at you questioningly.

"I confuse you?" she repeats.

You nod.

"Why are you doing all this?" you ask, but when she tries to answer, you keep talking.

"You come with me... you listen to me when I talk about how the pressure from my parents is getting too much... you don't tell me that you're a vampire." You take a breath and feel the tears in your eyes. You feel this uncomfortable feeling like you're going to throw up. You feel dizzy.

You are overwhelmed.

"You kill my brother," you begin to say, "You kill him, your first victim, because your parents want to punish you?" you laugh a little. Saying it sounds so unbelievable. So grotesque.

"Then, when I come back here after years, I meet you in a bar and you kill someone."

"You kill Jihyo and make me watch."

"And then?-

You have sex with me as if you would love me."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop laughing because this is all so frustrating to you.

You open your mouth to say something else, but then you are pushed to your knees.

Without Sana even touching you.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Are you doing too much or are you genueinly scared of her?

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

"Can you just stop talking?" she asks you.

Her expression looks different than how it looked like earlier, instead of the emptiness in her face, it looks like she's letting her emotions take over.

You don't know if this should make you even more scared.

But a part of you, a little part,

thinks, or rather, hopes, that she will behave like a decent human.

That she will behave like the girl you loved.

Or still love.

"I did it all for love." she answers.

Quick, short, but instead of that cold tone in her voice, she sounds...

sad?

You look up to her, unable to speak.

"I love you"

She loves you?

Sana? 

Loves you?

"I'll never stop feeling the guilt for what I did to your brother"

"But i can't lie to you and say that i regret doing what I did to Jihyo"

"Because all I ever wanted-

was you" 

She breaths out, like she just confessed the worst thing in the world.

"I always looked for you, when you left town"

"I searched for you, because I wanted to be with you"

"Despite you hating me"

She lets out a sigh.

"I did what I had to do for you to notice me" she stops talking.

She gets down on her knee, right infront of you to match your height.

Her thumb caresses your cheek, before moving your face to the side to expose your neck to her.

The strong of smell of your blood hits her nose like chemicals.

The intense smell that drives her crazy.

You shiver in fear, not knowing what is going to happen.

She stares at your neck, and the way your veins are so visible, like they're calling for her.

Everything she ever dreamed of, was to taste your blood.

But she doesn't want to bite you because of that.

She opens her mouth, flashing her fangs.

You try to somehow escape her spell, so that you can save yourself, but it isn't possible.

She sinks her fangs deep into your skin, you let out a scream when you feel her sucking your blood out of you.

You're finally able to move and try to grab her arm to somehow get her to stop.

"I don't want to die" you whisper, your voice full of weakness.

Until you realise -

Sana isn't planning on killing you.

But to make you a vampire.

[svltzmans]

closer - f.g.

warnings: 18+ smut, weed smoking, fiona and reader are both high but everything is 100000% consensual, they are also not in an established relationship, but they might be after this 🫢, i can't tell if this is bad or not :(

y/n stares intently as fiona lights a blunt, inhaling sharply and turning away to blow out the resulting smoke.

"want some?" fiona gestures to y/n, clearing her throat.

"i've never tried it. i kinda want to though," y/n responds tentatively, trying to gauge fiona's reaction.

y/n and fiona had been pretty close friends for a while, but y/n had never cared to try smoking, despite fiona's own interest in it.

"wait, this is your first time? am i about to take your weed virginity?" fiona laughs, inhaling more of the blunt.

"you'll have to teach me how, though," y/n laughs back, feeling clueless.

fiona inches closer to y/n, flicking her lighter.

she gingerly sets the blunt between y/n's lips, lighting it for her.

"now just take a deep breath in," fiona instructs, watching y/n's mouth closely.

y/n exhales and coughs, laughing at her own inexperience.

"there you go," fiona praises, sending a shiver down y/n's spine.

"so, what do we do now, truth or dare?" y/n jokes, feeling her body relax.

"yeah, that sounds mature," fiona teases.

"you go first. truth or dare?"

"truth, but this is dumb."

"have you ever had sex with a girl?"

fiona freezes momentarily. sexuality hadn't been a conversation between her and y/n before.

"uh, yeah," fiona mutters, eyes heavy as they analyze y/n's reaction.

"hmm. wouldn't have guessed," y/n laughs, feeling herself blush.

"what's that supposed to mean? have you?" fiona quips, laughing alongside y/n.

"of course i have, women are beautiful," y/n effortlessly responds, her nerves melting away.

"ain't that the truth."

fiona lights the blunt again, taking another sizeable hit.

"your turn. truth or dare, y/n?"

"truth."

"boring", fiona teases, earning a feigned look of disapproval from y/n.

when y/n makes eye contact with fiona, it feels like the world slows down. y/n isn't sure if it's the weed or her attraction to the woman in front of her.

"have you ever thought about having sex with me?"

fiona knows she's being bold, but she can't help herself. she wanted to know, the coil in her stomach growing at the thought of y/n seeing her in such a way.

y/n can't help but quietly laugh at the sudden twist in the conversation, but she knows she can't get out of answering the question.

"i don't know, maybe," y/n practically whispers, knowing that she had just practically admitted to her less-than-platonic thoughts about her friend.

the pair both giggle at y/n's response, unable to contain themselves. somehow, the situation didn't feel awkward.

"have you actually?" fiona questions after she manages to stop her laughter.

y/n simply nods, suddenly feeling her nerves twisting in her chest.

"'cause i think about eating you out all the time."

for a while, y/n just stares at fiona. she's awestruck by her confession, yet turned on by the thought of it.

"you in there, y/n?" fiona waves in front of y/n's face, trying to bring her out of her haze.

"can i kiss you?"

fiona doesn't even take the time to respond before pulling y/n in for a kiss.

she pulls y/n into her lap, intoxicated by the way her body feels in her hands.

y/n wraps her arms around fiona's neck, pulling her even closer.

fiona pulls away, throwing her head back to move her hair aside.

she gives y/n a gentle push, encouraging her to lay on her back.

"i'm gonna show you what i was thinking about. that okay?"

y/n frantically nods, anticipation building in every inch of her body.

fiona pulls y/n's pants down, discarding them across the room.

she can't help but stare at y/n's entire lower half, admiring how effortlessly beautiful she looked.

she rests on her stomach on the end of the bed, hovering over y/n's legs.

"you still okay?"

"never been better," y/n reassures, giving fiona the green light.

fiona plants a tentative kiss on y/n's thigh, earning a content hum.

she continues to pepper y/n's legs in kisses, making her way higher as she goes.

y/n felt like she must be in heaven.

admittedly, she had thought about this a lot.

"stop teasing me, fi," she mutters, feeling more desperate with every touch from fiona.

without a word, fiona kisses y/n's clit before moving her tongue, instantly making y/n's back arch.

"even sweeter than i thought you'd be," fiona coos, resting her hands on y/n's hips.

the speed of fiona's tongue makes y/n dizzy, a mix of the pleasure and her ongoing high bringing her to cloud nine.

she instinctively brings her hand to her mouth to keep quiet, which only gets harder with fiona's relentlessness.

fiona pulls away, staring into y/n's eyes.

"none of that. wanna hear how good this feels," she mutters against y/n before continuing as if she had never stopped.

y/n lets herself go then, letting moans and whines escape from her lips.

"so good, fi. feels so good," she manages to say, her hand laced in fiona's hair.

fiona feels like she might be enjoying herself even more than y/n is. she squeezes y/n's hips and pulls her even closer, although it doesn't feel close enough. fiona feels like she could never be too close to y/n, as if she was addicted to her.

"fiona, i'm- i think," y/n pauses, her speech being overtaken by an almost scream-like moan.

"there you go, pretty. let it all out," fiona coos, coaxing y/n through the intensity of her orgasm.

it takes y/n a minute to readjust, her breathing and heart finally slowing.

fiona pulls her into a hug, suddenly feeling softened by y/n's beauty.

"so, was it like you imagined?" y/n questions, unable to stop herself from giggling.

fiona laughs, breaking the embrace and looking at y/n.

"somehow even better."

a/n: this was a request but i can't find the ask now? either way thank you for the request :)

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 10

ISAT spoilers below! CW: Uhhh... talking to your family? That's pretty traumatizing right?

"30 YEARS?!" (You flinch as you hear everyone shout in unison from the other side of the wall. It took everything in you to finally tell Isa the truth, so thankfully he offered to explain it all to the others for you... Oh Isa... I swear I don't deserve you... You lay your head against the wall, pressing your ear closer to try and hear their muffled chatter.)

"So how many times has he looped this go around?"

"... He said only one but... I don't know, I don't think he's ready to talk about that yet..." (...)

"... Does he know what caused him to loop again?"

"..." (The goes silent... it seems Isa didn't want to say it either.)

"... Ah..." (Odile pipes up, having gotten whatever hint Isa was giving.)

"So does this mean Frin is the oldest now?"

"We are NOT going to discuss that Boniface." (You can't help but give a little chuckle at that, despite the overwhelming dread washing over you.)

"Let's just be sure to take it easy on him, okay? It took a lot for him to admit that... we should try our best not to overwhelm him. Let him go at his own pace, yeah?" (Oh Isa...)

"You're right, this is... a lot, for all of us I'm sure..."

"S-So this means that... Sif knows the future?! Like THAT far in the future?! Oh no this is bad, that NEVER goes well in the books! What if we mess up the timeline or something?!"

"Well the world isn't falling apart yet... I don't like the idea of simply ignoring this but... it's not exactly a rush either, now is it?"

"I guess it's not... b-but if anything weird starts happening, we should be careful!"

"Definitely, but for now, we should just be here for Sif. He must be really going through it right now..." (You sigh as you pull your head from the wall... You suppose it's time to face everyone, for better or worse. You stand up, leaving the room, and knocking at the door. You wait nervously for what feels like an eternity, terrified to face this moment. Finally the door slowly opens to Isa... just seeing his sweet smile calms you down.)

"Hey Sif... You ready to talk for a bit?" (You nod, entering the room as he steps aside. Everyone is standing there... staring at you... You retreat a little behind your cloak and hat.)

"Oh Siffrin... I can't imagine what you must be going through..." (Odile starts, Isa approaching from behind and placing a hand on your shoulder. You lean back against him out of habit and need for comfort. The rest of your family start to approach, and you give a light nod of approval, being encased in a wonderful hug from everyone. Safe, Loved, Safe, Loved...)

"Th-Thank you... Okay... I'm ready to talk." (You sigh out, trying to keep from crying again. You know they'd support it but you're just sick of it at the moment. You walk over to the nearest chair and flop down into it... just sitting in awkward silence until-.)

"So when do you two finally kiss?"

"BONNIE!"

"DSKALJDSAJLSDAFJLSF" (You face burns darker, looking away as you hear Isa's very flustered noises. You take a moment before deciding to answer.)

"two months..."

"HAH!" (Odile can't control herself for snorting, Bonnie giggling to themself as well while Mirabelle looks mortified at their behavior. You don't even need to look at Isa to know he's absolutely writhing, but you do since it's fun to watch.)

"canwemoveonprettyplease?"

"Do I become a head housemaiden?!" (Mirabelle shouts out, as if having been holding it back this whole time. You open your mouth to answer-.)

"NO WAIT SPOILERS! DON'T TELL ME DON'T TELL ME SORRY!!" (She panics, covering her ears as a precaution.)

"So much for not overwhelming him..." (Odile sighs, rubbing her temple before continuing.)

"Well, since you have some of foresight on the matter, do feel free to keep us informed of things to avoid. Especially for your own sake." (You nod in response, sharing that familiar appreciative look you both are used to.)

"Do I become a master cooker?!" (Bonnie's eyes light up brightly, leaning closer in awe as they await the fated answer.)

"Hehe... Yup, got a famous cook book and everything." (Bonnie raises their fists in triumph, running around excitedly and shouting about their future accomplishment. They help break the tension as always.)

"Uhh... Sif?... Uhm... A-Are we... Y.. Y-know..." (Isa begins, trailing off as he can't seem to find the words. You just blush some more and giving a light nod. You reach for your earlobe and rub it a bit, helping ensure you're on the same page. His face grows several shades darker.)

"Alright everyone, let's not get too focused on our futures. The more we know the less likely things will play out the same anyways. As I said Siffrin, if it feels important then please bring it up. Otherwise I think we're all best off knowing as little as possible..."

"R-Right!"

"Y-Yeah, probably a good idea..."

"Awwww, no more future secrets?! No fair, Dile!"

"Heh, sorry Bonbon, granny's orders." (You tease, thankful that you don't have to divulge your entire previous life.)

"But you're older now! That means you're in charge!"

"I said we're not discussing that Boniface!!" (Bonnie just snorts and sticks their tongue out.)

"Regardless, there's still an important detail we haven't discussed... What are we going to do about this?" (Odile asks in a serious tone, looking directly to you for some sort of answer.)

"... I... I don't know... now that Loop is back, I-"

"Loop? What do you mean they're back?" (… Crab.)

"... Right... I forgot to mention that.." (You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.)

"I can't... I can't explain everything right now, but Loop never showed up again in all those years. B-But as soon as I looped back I heard them! They're here, I saw them, b-but..." (Your voice trails off. You realize you were starting to sound desperate, everyone giving you those same concerned looks they always did whenever you got rather frantic... How do you explain this? What CAN you say?...)

"... I'm sorry... I-I just can't explain it right now..."

"Well, I suppose telling us at all is a major improvement from before, so we'll take that victory where we can." (Odile teased as she walked over, lightly ruffling your hair some.)

"And no matter what anyone says, I'm the elder around here." (She added... you weren't quite sure if that was a joke, or some sort of threat.)

"But it's been a long day for everyone, let us get some rest and maybe we'll figure out what to do about this in the near future. For now, our plans remain the same, off to Bambouche to find Boniface's dear sister." (Stars, you completely forgot...)

"Uhh… actually..."

"... She left to try and find us, didn't they?"

"... I don't remember where they ended up either..." (Odile pinches her temple and gives a long sigh.)

[lovesickeros]

now that natlan is out it's tsaritsa yearning hours again because i am one nation closer to either being horribly disappointed or foaming at the mouth!

creator!reader w a little side of conflicted tsaritsa is such good food I can't not yap about it. a woman who has dedicated so much of her life to severing herself from "love" of all kinds and succeeding and. just being so confident that when she meets you she's bitter and angry and mean. because she can't stand you. she isn't supposed to love yet you worm your way into her heart anyway and you don't even know it.

especially in smth like an imposter au. she tells herself your just a tool for her to use but your treated like the Divine you really are, pampered and spoiled every step. tells herself it means nothing when she indulges you – let's you hold her hand in private, eventually let's you move aside the veil, just a little.

and she hates it. hates how easy it is to let you break down the ice she's built up for years.

all you do is smile and she feels like she can't breathe. because despite how violently she rejects love in all aspects, it always bleeds through eventually. she despises it but the way you brush your thumbs over her cheeks makes her bitter and warm and it infuriates her to no end.

she hates you and she loves you and she can't stand you and if you were ever taken from her she'd destroy every inch of teyvat if she had to go get you back.

and ironically enough I think she'd also be the one to initiate any first kiss. maybe she's still trying to convince herself it's just a fluke and itll make her realize it meant nothing, it means nothing. desperate to fix whatever you've done to her and instead it just makes it worse.

a horrible mess of a woman who gave up on love just to be confronted with it when she finally accepted it's absence.

[cabotwife]

Hello :) Could you write a Johanna x fem!reader where the reader is Finnick’s younger sister and Winner of the 72nd games. Her and Johanna first meet at her games as her mentor introduces them. The two instantly click. They get closer every year as the two mentor and attend Capitol parties or something. They form a strong friendship but keep the growing feelings lowkey just in fear of something bad happening.

At the quarter quell the reader ends up volunteering for Annie. In the capitol, reader opens up to Johanna about her fears about the get Katniss out plan and worries about losing her and Finnick. (I’m a slut for vulnerable emotional moments lol) Maybe something happens during the games that exposes the two a little bit but you don’t have to write about the games if you don’t want to.

(PS You’re fucking amazing with beautiful writing and am giving me all the Johanna content I have been craving)

Thanks a lot 🖤🖤🖤

Too Well

Johanna Mason x Fem!Odair!Reader

warnings: poorly written? not proofread

word count: 1207

a/n: first time writing again in forever, sorry it's short

--

"Johanna?" you call out, your voice echoing down the dimly lit hallway as you reach the top of the stairs. you had been on your way to your friend’s quarters when you saw her silhouette standing in the hallway.

she’s standing in front of a closed elevator. and to your surprise, she was completely naked, not a thread of clothing on her.

blinking rapidly in the dim light, you squint your eyes as you look at her, attempting to make sense of the situation. "why-" you start, your question hanging in the air.

"don’t ask,” the taller girl mumbles, her voice sounding tired and defeated as she walks towards her door, motioning for you to follow her.

and so, you do. you follow her, like a loyal puppy trailing behind its owner, you are tugged along by an invisible leash.

once inside her room, you find yourself awkwardly seated on her bed as she goes about dressing herself, her movements mechanical and without thought.

“why’re you here?” she asks, her voice muffled as she tugs a loose shirt over her head.

exhaling dramatically, you let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as you let yourself fall backwards onto her bed, sinking into the soft mattress. “was talking with Finnick..” you mumble, turning your head to the side to look at her. you can see her arch her eyebrow up in question, a silent inquiry waiting to be answered, “i’m having.. thoughts.. ‘bout the plan.” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Johanna furrows her eyebrows, a look of concern crossing her features. she makes her way over to the bed and sits down next to you. “what do you mean?”

“i’m scared, Johanna.” you admit, your voice trembling as you look up at her, “why- why do we have to sacrifice ourselves for her?”

“it’s for the rebellion.” the brunette answers matter-of-factly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

and it is. at least it’s supposed to be.

“i know.. i know.. i just, i don’t wanna lose you, or Finn.”

a small frown forms on Johanna’s face, her hardened exterior softening slightly. “oh, y/n.” she whispers, shuffling closer to where you’re laying.

you pout and lay your head in her lap, “i know, i’m being a baby. it’s for the rebellion and it’s important. i’m just scared..” you look up at her, your eyes pleading for understanding.

Johanna sighs, her fingers gently running through your hair, “you’re not being a baby, i’m afraid too.” she admits.

“really?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “what’re you afraid of?”

the brunette sputters for a moment, caught off guard by your question. “well, losing you, i guess.. and Finnick,” she mutters, “and what if we fail? y’know?” her fingers still toying with your hair.

You nod in understanding, leaning into her touch, seeking comfort from her presence.

"can i stay here tonight?" you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips as your eyes flutter shut in a state of blissful contentment. "i don't wanna go back to my own quarters, i can't bear the thought of it. it would make this all feel too…real."

Johanna hums in understanding, "of course, you're always welcome here," she murmurs, her voice soft and comforting as she continues to gaze down at you. a tender smile graces her lips, and she can't help but think that you look like a sleepy kitten, all curled up and content in her lap.

a tranquil, comfortable silence descends upon the room. the soothing strokes of her fingers through your locks have you practically purring in her lap, your body relaxing even further into her.

"hey Johanna?" you whisper, your voice breaking the quiet as you peel open your eyes, looking up at her with a questioning gaze.

"yeah?" she responds, her heartbeat quickening at the sudden eye contact.

"if it comes to it… don't sacrifice yourself for her," you mumble, shifting slightly in Johanna's lap to make yourself more comfortable. "i need you."

a soft blush dusts Johanna's cheeks at your words, and she nods in understanding, her heart pounding in her chest.

"promise me, ‘anna."

"y/n… it's our mission," she sighs, tilting her head slightly to the side as she contemplates your words.

"i don't care. promise me, Johanna."

a tense silence hangs between the two of you for a moment, the air thick with anticipation.

"i promise," she finally relents, the words slipping past her lips in a quiet whisper.

--

"Johanna?!" you yell as you see her darting off into the distance, following closely behind Katniss. your heart is pounding loudly in your chest, and without a second thought, you move to chase after the two of them. however, before you can take more than a few steps, your brother grabs you firmly by your arms, "Finnick! let me go!!" you plead, desperation seeping into your voice.

only moments before, your group had been huddled together, discussing your plans on the cornucopia. the tension was palpable, everyone on edge knowing that danger lurked around every corner. and then you were attacked by the careers.

poor Wiress had fallen victim to Gloss, Katniss had avenged her with an arrow to Gloss' chest. Johanna killed Cashmere when she had charged at Katniss.

and now, chaos ensued. Katniss was hot on the heels of Enobaria and Brutus, and Johanna was chasing after Katniss.

you struggle in Finnick’s grip, your hands pushing at his wrists, "let me go!" your voice is almost drowned out by the sounds of the jungle.

suddenly, an eerie silence descends upon the jungle, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Finnick quickly covers your mouth, his head turning, trying to discern any sounds that might indicate danger.

the ground beneath you starts to groan and creak, "Fuck..." Finnick mutters under his breath, his eyes darting around, looking for his trident.

in a flurry of movements, he releases you, "come here, fuck, come here!" he urges, pulling both you and Peeta towards him. the island starts to spin, gaining momentum with each passing second.

with a grunt, Finnick buries his trident into the ground, his knuckles turning white as he holds onto it. without hesitation, you and the short blonde also grab onto the sturdy trident.

once the island comes to a jarring halt, you are immediately on your feet, your eyes scanning the area for any sign of Johanna.

you find her helping Katniss out of the water. your eyebrows furrow in anger as you storm up to her, giving her a hard shove backwards by her shoulders.

"what- y/n?" Johanna's voice is filled with surprise, her eyes wide with confusion.

"you promised." you say through gritted teeth, jabbing your accusing finger into her sternum.

"y/n-"

"you promised!" your voice rings out louder this time, as you give her another shove backwards.

"i didn’t break it? i’m still here-'' Johanna's voice trails off, her brows furrowing in confusion.

without another word, you push past her, your shoulder hitting hers as you make your way towards the beach.

Johanna watches you as you walk away, her gaze then turning to Finnick, who simply shrugs, before following in your footsteps.

[bluetooththereptile]

An idea

Aged up reader who is actually Bruce's ex wife, they had married in secret when he was in his first year as batman and then split up because of both his ignorance of he and also him cheating on her with Selina, but now he wants her back, after 20 years he wants her back, BADLY.

Bruce takes the cake, waiting for her to have her piece before he himself digs in. Then finally, after a long pause of silence, he finally has to ask: "Did you ever love me?"

"What do you think?"

He stays quiet, his eyes locked on hers. He knows the answer. He's known it for years now, yet he can't bring himself to truly accept it. "Do I think you loved me? Yes. I know you did." What hurts the most is that she doesn't say "yes" herself. That she's just sitting across from him, not answering the question. But her silence is an answer in itself. It's one that hurts more than anything to hear.

"When you know then why do you ask?"

Bruce stays silent for a moment, processing all of this before answering your question with one of his own: "Why do I still love you after all that time? After all the distance? After not seeing you for so long?"

"Why?"

He swallows the lump in his throat. It's a tough question to answer, but he has to be honest. "I don't know how anyone can forget the person they shared a life with... that they had a future with for so long," he says quietly. "I suppose I still love you because I can't help but still picture that future with us."

"It's been 20 years Bruce, I think you've spent enough time to realize we couldn't be together"

"Maybe so, but I have to tell you that in these twenty years since... it hasn't gotten easier as you'd think it might. I'm still hurt by the loss of you in my life." He sighs. "Maybe you're right. But at the same time... it's hard not to think about what might've been if we were able to make things work."

"If we were going to go back together, what would you do?"

It takes Bruce a moment to contemplate his answer. Because it's a question he never honestly thought he would ever be asked. But here he is now, being faced with that very scenario. What would he do if they were able to go back together? What changes would have to be made? Or what changes would he be willing to make? How far would he go, just to have her back in his life again?

She arched her brow, waiting for his answer.

"I would do.... anything you'd wanted me to," he says as he looks straight into her eyes. He's not sure she fully realizes what he means. "I would give up everything. Including being Batman. If it meant we would be together." After everything he's been through in his life... as Bruce Wayne and as Batman... he means it when he says this. He's willing to do whatever it takes just to have her back.

"Oh dear..."

"Do you not feel the same way?" Bruce asks. "Have I not spent enough time alone with my thoughts? Enough time thinking back on our memories? Enough time working through what we could've been as a couple? Enough time imagining a life with you?"

"I have to think about it..."

"Think about this..." Bruce doesn't want to force her into giving up her answer. But he can't stay quiet about his feelings any longer either. "Think about all the things I've given up to be as Batman." He pauses for a moment to let this sink in. "All the sacrifices... the years where I should've been by your side, and I wasn't." He leans in closer now. He wants to try and make the case for himself. Try and convince her of his genuine intentions.

"We both know it wasn't just your life as batman..."

Here it is again... that reality check. That one reminder that Bruce is fully aware of. The reason why he and she grew so distant in the first place. Still, he stays quiet for a bit before speaking. "You're right. It wasn't just the years of being Batman... there were others things getting in the way too." He thinks back to his other love, Selina. To the years he spent with her and what he lost in order to pursue that relationship. His focus is back on her again.

"You were marrying Selina at one point, how can I trust that you won't choose her over me again if she wanted you back?"

"What I did with Selina, there's no excuses for," Bruce confesses. "I know it was a betrayal to you, to our past, to everything we'd planned together." "But Selina is in the past. And I've finally cut ties with her. I'm not looking to be with her anymore. I can't give you any reassurance for what the future holds. I can't give you that for what will happen from one day to the next. But I can give you my word that I'll never walk out on you again."

"What will ensure that?"

"Nothing in this life is guaranteed, but what I can tell you is that I'm not the same man I was then." He leans in closer to her, looking straight at her. "I'm older. I'm wiser. And I understand what I want my life to be like. And if I'm being honest... I already have it. Just being here and spending time with you again means more to me than you can imagine." "I may not be able to give you any guarantees... but what I can give you is my heart."

She gave him a hesitant look, putting her fork down. Chewing on the cake slowly as she contemplated his answer.

Bruce waits patiently for her to come to an answer. This is it... the moment where she decides to either rekindle the flame they once shared or walk away once more. Whatever her answer may be, he'll accept it. He'll understand if she needs more time to figure everything out as well. But here's hoping her answer is the one he's secretly hoping for.

"I just don't want anyone to know about us yet...alright? You know how much I care about my privacy"

Bruce can't contain his excitement. But he does his best to play it cool in the cafe. He wouldn't want to draw too much attention to their little reunion here. "Of course, darling." Bruce nods in her direction, his hand almost reaching for hers. "We'll keep everything quiet. Our little secret... and I promise that nobody will ever find out." As much as he wants his friends and family to know about this unexpected reunion between them, he knows that her privacy is important to her. For now, their love and reconciliation will be their little secret.

She sighed and smiled for the first time, playing with the cream on her cake.

He smiled back, reaching his hand across the small table as he gently takes her hand into his. In that moment, it was like they had transported back in time, back to when they were young and before the pain and betrayal of their relationship. For a couple of moments, they held each other's hands while taking in the silence of the small cafe.

"What will happen to us? I mean...we are old now!" She said in a chuckle "It's been a long time..."

"Too long," Bruce replies warmly. His smile grows wider as she chuckles to herself, her words warming his heart. "But I don't see why we should worry about that for now. Let's just catch up for now and figure everything else out later. You know, once we've decided if this is the path we both want to take together."

She nodded, tangling her fingers with his.

A warmth spread through Bruce's body as he felt a familiar feeling of her fingers interwoven with his own. Something about the feeling made Bruce feel like he was finally becoming whole again, that this reunion with her was the cure for the loneliness he's been feeling for all these years. "I need to tell you something, darling."

"Hmm?" She hummed, still playing with her cake.

"You were right. When we first got married, I couldn't give you the love you deserved." He looks straight at her, waiting for her reaction. He was prepared for her to be upset, but deep down he hoped she wouldn't. "But now, being in your presence again... it's like I'm suddenly seeing something I've been missing all these years." "You were the only one I truly loved, darling. I just didn't know it then. But I do now."

She gave him a half sarcastic smirk "Oh you..."

"No, I'm serious," Bruce protested. "From the first moment I laid eyes on you... this was my destiny. This was what was always meant to be. Us... this..." He gestures around the cafe. "I don't care how many years have passed. That feeling I felt for you when I first met you all those years ago... it never went away. It's only grown. Because it's true love. It's real."

She chuckled, shaking her head as she looked out of the window, watching the rain pour down with a sigh "You could have told me sooner you know, saving 20 years of loneliness..."

"You don't think I didn't regret that?" Bruce asks. "If only you knew... the nights I spent alone, thinking about the life we could've had together. The days when I was Batman and feeling just... empty. The nights crying myself to sleep because I wished you were... Just here." For the first time in a long time, Bruce looks down at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. He takes a long, sad breath. "I never got over you. Darling, if there was any one person who had the power to heal my broken heart... it was you."

She didn't turn her head at him, but kept his hand in hers, her instincts told her that is was not a good idea at all, Bruce had changed alot since the time they were married, too much in fact, he could now do dark things, much darker than she could imagine, but her heart wanted him back.

They sit in silence for a long while, Nina still holding onto Bruce's hand. Slowly, her head turns towards him. She notices his eyes are fixed to the floor in front of them. And then, she does the unexpected: She moves her hand along Bruce's arm towards his shoulder. Her fingers caress his shirt sleeve. She knows it's going to have him turn his attention on her. She's done something similar, long years ago, to get his attention as well. "Bruce?"

"Promise me you won't leave me again?"

Bruce looks up just in time to see her holding him in her gaze. And before he can even answer, he reaches his other hand down to hold her face in his hands. "I swear, darling" he says softly. "For as long as I live, you will always be the one. I'll never leave you. I'll be with you for the rest of my life." His gaze drops back down onto her face, their foreheads now touching. "You will always be mine, and I will always be yours."

[peakyltd]

Hello! May I request a fluff one shot of John with female reader from the fluff scenario “is that my shirt?” Please and thank you

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope you'll like it! My mind took it from fluffy to sliiightly smutty (It's really just a little bit and no real smut is actually described) so I hope you don't mind that little turn 🙈

John Shelby x Fem reader

Warnings: Mentions/hinting of smut, not really explicitly described it. Mentions of alcohol.

Word count: 1615

Nothing but you

(Y/N) walked trough the fields to reach her and John's house. She had promised John not to walk all the way home alone but the night was calm and she felt confident enough to do it anyway.

She had spent time at her friend’s house. It wasn’t supposed to be a long visit until they both decided to get some drinks. Before she knew, she was getting tipsy and it was slowly getting dark.

When she left her friends' house and stepped out in the cold air, she realized the drinks had a bit more impact on her than she thought. She hoped the fresh air would sober her up.

The stroll to her house had actually helped and as she reached the front door, she did feel better. She unlocked it and made her way inside. "John, I'm home!" She called out his name but the house was quiet.

Polly agreed on watching the kids so she and John could have the day for themselves. Or at least (Y/N) did, John had business to do.

"John?" She called out again but got no response. This meant she had the house for herself a little longer. (Y/N) decided to get changed and get herself one more drink.

She slipped into one of John's shirts. They were always comfortable, it basically reached her thighs and the sleeves almost covered her hands.

(Y/N) entered the kitchen and reached for the top cabinet, getting a glass and a bottle of gin. She poured it into the glass and added tonic water.

She was too occupied with her drink that she didn't hear John entering the house. He quietly approached her, a mischievous grin on his face. He was ready to scare her as she turned around, bumping into him.

John's sudden presence scared her, causing her body to jerk back. Spilling her drink all over herself. "My god, John!" She shrieked loudly.

Her reaction and the shock on her face made him laugh. "Hello, darling." He laughed. "Yeah, hello John. Very funny." She scowled him but couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

"Please never scare me like that again, it'll cost me my heart." She said as she took a deep breath. "Can't promise." John answered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he pressed a kiss on her lips. "Is that my shirt?"

(Y/N) pulled him back in for another kiss, she loved his soft lips against hers. "Maybe." She looked up at him. He let go of her and pulled slightly on the, now wet, white fabric she was wearing. It stuck to her chest due to the spilling of her drink, making it partly see trough. "It looks better on you than on me."

She looked down at the shirt and blushed. "I'm going to get changed." She stated. "You don't have to. I don't mind." He flashed her a cheeky grin. "John Shelby." She chuckled.

"I'm just being honest here, love." He defended himself. (Y/N) shook her head, chuckling, as she crossed her arms to cover her chest. "And I love your honesty but-" "It's not like I don't know what's under that shirt." He interrupted her, pulling her back into his arms.

"John, please." She giggled, looking up at him. Her arms finding its way back around his neck. "Change of subject then, how was your day?" He asked her, a curious glint in his eyes. "Oh it was great, we had fun." (Y/N) happily told him, as she took off his cap. Pecking his lips multiple times.

"I'm glad." John smiled, pecking hers as well. "Did someone drive you home?" He asked, stroking her hair. "Well..." She started. "Not really." "What do you mean not really?" He asked her. "I walked home myself." She confessed to him.

"(Y/N)." He said, shaking his head slightly. "I know John but nothing happened." She assured him as she pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "You know how dangerous it can be for us." He protested, trying to be stern with her to make his point but he couldn't help but smile a little at the sight in front of him.

He could tell she had been drinking. "I know but you also know that I know that-" She stopped her sentence. "I don't know what I wanted to say but I wasn't afraid to walk alone." She finished, an innocent smile on her face.

He chuckled softly. "Don't do it again next time, okay? I can't miss you for the rest of my life." He told her, knowing this conversation wouldn't' do anything right now. "I promise." She said, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips once again. She lost her balance and bumped her nose against his. "Oh." She chuckled. "Sorry."

"I guess you had a few drinks?" He laughed, already knowing the answer. "A few." She admitted. "I can tell." He grinned, stroking her cheek. "What?" "I could see it in your eyes but the taste on your lips gave it away." He chuckled. "And maybe your balance did as well."

She giggled. "Okay maybe a bit more than a few. But if I might take a guess I'm not the only one." She stated, also knowing his answer. "I'm not here to judge you." He looked at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he leaned in to press a kiss on her neck. "I'm just hoping my beautiful wife had her well deserved fun." He mumbled in her ear.

"That she had." Her hand moved to his neck. Her fingernails trailing softly over his skin, goosebumps forming on his body. "Well I'm very happy about that." He pressed another kiss behind her ear. "But I did miss my handsome husband." She teased.

"Maybe we could continue the fun." He whispered softly. "You know, just the two of us in this empty house." He smirked. (Y/N) licked her lips. "I couldn't say no to that." She breathed out, she was excited to finally have some alone time with him.

John kissed her neck again, sucking softly on her skin. His hands moving over her body. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

"Could you repeat that Mrs. Shelby?" John teased her, running his hands over her back as he kissed her jaw softly. He knew exactly where to find her soft spots. "Maybe I will if you let me change this shirt." She teased back. "You can wear mine once I'm done with you." He smirked, lifting her chin.

(Y/N) looked at him, the desire too strong to resist. "Tell me more. You have my attention." She told him, sliding her hand over his chest. "I think I should show you instead." He said before crashing his lips on hers.

Discarded clothing was found all over the floor. (Y/N) and John were laying cuddled up on their sofa, catching their breaths. Their attempt to get upstairs failed. They never even reached the stairs.

John stroked (Y/N)'s hair, a content smile on his face. Her head rested on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, her arm draped over his abdomen. Carefully moving his fingertips over his skin. The shirt he was wearing before now covered her body.

Nothing mattered but them in this moment.

He watched her. He loved how her hair was sprawled out over his chest, how her cheeks had turned rosy and how beautiful she looked overall. "I love you." His low voice made her look up at him.

She beamed at him. "I love you too. So much." She softly told him as she moved up, straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him gently. John grabbed her face as he kissed her back. Her plump lips felt nice against his. He wouldn't mind to keep them there forever.

(Y/N) slowly pulled away, leaving her lips linger close to his. John's eyes fluttered open to look at her. He was met with that beautiful smile of hers, gazing in each others eyes. His hands moved down to her waist.

"Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" He asked her, a small grin on his lips. (Y/N) pretended to think. "Well..." John didn't wait for her answer as he wrapped his arms around her. He sat up, holding her so she was on his lap. "Well?" He repeated.

"I just-" John cut her off by kissing her again. Her arms moved around his neck eagerly, needing the feeling of his lips against hers again. She pulled him closer, desperate for his touch. He pulled away, smirking.

She looked at him, a slight displeased look on her face. "Oh what is it?" He asked her teasingly. "Did you want more?" His smirk growing. She got off his lap and stood in front of him, adjusting the shirt she was wearing.

"No, I'm fine." She smirked, teasing him. John watched her. She was absolutely gorgeous. "I was just getting a drink anyway." She said as she made her way to the kitchen. "I don't think you are." He mentioned as he got up.

She turned around to face him, watching as he moved over to her. He pushed her backwards until her back hit the wall. He grabbed her hands and put them above her head.

She looked at him, lust filling her eyes once more. "Because I'm not done with you yet." He smirked, attacking her neck with kisses again.

Soon they were all tangled in each other once again. The shirt she was wearing was tossed across the living room. Finding its place with all their other discarded clothes.

[moodywyrm]

Imagine Abby getting all confused when she first has sex with you, and you don’t verbalize your pleasure. Just little huffs and pants, so then she makes it her life’s mission to get you to whine and moan, just for her. And she just can’t understand why you’re so quiet, because she thinks she’s doing a good job.

When you finally let out a small moan… oh she’s gone

ohh my god nonnie.

the first time u n abby did anything sexual, it was her fingering u when u were supposed to be watching a movie. abby was too caught up in the feeling of ur lips on hers n the pressure on her clit from grinding on ur thigh that she didn't even notice that u didn't really verbalize ur pleasure. there was a lot of panting n heavy breathing, but no moaning or whimpering. she didn't really mind, but the more and more u two had sex, it started to worry her. she knew that not everyone was a moaner or verbal, but she was honestly terrified that u weren't enjoying it n that's why u didn't make any noise. obviously that wasn't true, if the way ur body reacted was anything to go by, but it worried her nonetheless.

so one day, when she feels u start to push ur hands up her shirt, she takes them n goes, 'can I ask u something?' n ur like oh shit. (internally) yeah, of course baby (externally). she sits u both up, looking into ur eyes n asking, 'do u ... like how I touch you? it's just, u don't really make any noises n we haven't really, like, debriefed after sex or anything, n maybe we should? I'm just scared that u don't actually ,,, enjoy it ,,, or something'

n she looks so scared that ur like. Oh. Oh, baby :( reassuring her that u fucking love being with her (relationship n sex wise), n she's doing everything perfectly, u just never really though to verbalize it bc u felt like u sounded weird or something. n abby is like :( it's okay honey :( I want u to feel comfortable enough to verbalize it with me, if u also want that :( n she's just so sweet n dorky that u can't believe this is the same girl that makes u cum so hard ur legs shake

which is. exactly what she does. she kisses ur forehead n then gets to work, pushing u back onto the bed n trailing down ur body, settling between ur legs n pulling ur panties to the side, looking at ur glistening, pretty cunt

she's so gentle with it yet so fucking mean, relentless in her assault on ur clit even as she massages ur hips n holds ur hand, listening to ur familiar pants. n then, when she feels u getting wetter n wetter n closer n closer, she hears it. the softest, quietest lil moan, bordering on a whine, n she moans into ur pussy, working you over even harder, pushing you over the edge, zoning in on the sweetest lil whines n moans leaving ur mouth as u get more n more comfortable with being loud. once u come down, she pulls herself up to ur face, kissing ur lips before whispering against u, "that was so fucking pretty baby, you gonna let me do it again?" while she runs her fingers up n down ur sensitive lil pussy n pushing one thick digit into ur hole, eyes rolling back when she hears u whine. yeah. she's not done by a fucking long shot, not when she knows u sound like that.

she is so lovey <3 so sweet girl <3 so attentive <3

[brooooswriting]

Hiii, so how about one with FEM reader x Jenna.

Jen had a toxic/abusive ex and got into a relationship with R.

One night Jen got a text from her Ex and it looked like she was cheating on R who saw the text and an argument broke out. R raised her arm to move some hair out of her face and Jenna flinched.

So basically hurt/comfort→ fluff 🤌🏻

feel free to ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable or if you just don't wanna write it

I hope you have a great day:)

Truth or lie?

Tw: toxic ex, arguments

Jenna Ortega x reader

You and Jenna have been dating for the last 4 months and things were going good. Sure, it was hard every now and then as she had to work a lot. But she slept over whenever she could and you visited her on set and in the different countries every opportunity you had. So you made it work. It was nice, different than your other relationship, but nicer than all of them. At least for you, you didn’t know anything about Jenna’s relationship. Even after 2 months of dating and 4 months of relationship you were clueless when it came to her ex.

Which lead to the situation you were in now:

“Jenna, your phones ringing” you called out to your girlfriend who was in the shower, not receiving an answer. After two more times you decided to read the message so you could tell her. It was a common thing for the two of you, she was on your phones and you were on hers. So you didn’t see a problem in it right now, until you did.

Jenna baby,Why don’t you leave her tonight and come over again so I can have my way with you - Marius

You reread the message about 5 times before throwing the phone on the bed behind you and standing up to pace around the room. Your hands were pulling at your hair and tears were streaming down your face. You paces until you heard the bathroom door opened, you sat on the edge of the bed taking a deep breath.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jenna asked concerned when she saw your state. “Who’s Marius?” You shot back, your breath uneven and your hands clammy. “What are yo…” you interrupted her before she could even nearly finish the question. “Who is Marius?!” Your voice got louder as you stared her down. “Baby” she started but you interrupted her again. “Don’t call me baby when you’re supposed to be in HIS bed tonight” you stood up, trying to breath deeply as you clenched your fists so hard that your knuckles started to turn white.

You should have known that this was going to happen. You never learned your lesson, being a girls first girlfriend meant that you were an experiment. You were nothing to them. Every damn time.

“Marius is my ex” she started again trying to stay calm. “God damnit, I should’ve known. I was a fucking experiment to you, a game? Nothing more than a plaything while you were fucking your ex” you were pacing again, breathing fast, trying to stop the tears. But yours and Jenna’s face was flooded with tears. “That’s all I was. I hate myself for trusting you and for spending so much time on you” you said as you stopped your pacing. “Now you’re just being mean” she mumbled out causing you to laugh out. “Damnit Jenna, you’re fucking cheating on me” you stepped closer to her while raising your hand to pull at your hair again.

The moment your hand was in the air Jenna dodged and hid herself behind her hands. You immediately lowered your hand and took a step back. In that exact moment all those feelings disappeared, the anger, the sadness, the madness and they were replaced by guilt and care. You took a moment to really look at the girl in front of you, she was shivering, tears were streaming down her face, her breath irregular and shallow and her hands were shaking. Your heart broke for her.

You laid out your hands for her to look at as you carefully moved towards her. “It’s oke, I’m not gonna hurt you. Everything will be alright ok?” You whispered and decided to sit at the edge of the bed, arms open for her. “Nobody is going to hurt you, it’s just me” that seemed to do it for her as she threw herself into your lap. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders while her head was buried in your neck, your arms around her waist.

You waited until the girl calmed down, slowly stroking her back. You tried to think of all the possible ways to explain the text, maybe she wasn’t with him, maybe he was just a dick. God, how much you hoped that this was the case.

Meanwhile, Jenna tried to remind herself that it was just you, y/n, who opened her doors, bought her coffee and helped her learn her scripts. The y/n, who was comforting her even while thinking that she was cheating on her, the girl that would always protect her. The y/n that she was so in love with. You weren’t like Marius at all.

“Marius is my ex” she mumbled into your neck. You tried to pull away, only to be pulled back by the brunette on top of you. “No please I need the comfort for this” you only nodded, urging her to continue. “He was great at first, a gentleman, perfect in front of friends and family, nice, humorous, understanding. He was everything girls want, he was everything I wanted” she told you which caused your heart to clench. In that moment you were sure that you were going to loose her so you tightened your arms, hoping to be able to hold her just a moment longer.

“And suddenly he changed, every time I went out he made me feel guilty and he used that to pressure me into doing what he wanted. He used me like a toy, some plaything that wasn’t allowed to have its own opinion. And when that started to work less he started to become physical, he hit me when I didn’t want what he wanted, or when I tried to resist” by now she was crying again, and you were too.

So many things made sense now, the way she slightly flinched every now and then, how she was vary of why you were a gentlewomen, how she always wanted what you wanted and you had to ask her like a thousand times what she wanted.

“I felt so free when I finally broke up with him, but lately he started to text me again… I blocked him twice already but he always gets a new number and sends me threats of dirty texts” you rubbed her back as she spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me, love?” You asked softly. She pulled back her head slightly to the right as she mumbled a confused ‘love?’

You nodded, “yeah, you’re still my love right?” You told her giving her a reassuring smile. “Even after… all that?” You nodded again, “especially after all that. You deserve someone so much better than him. I’m so sorry you went trough that as you don’t deserve what he did to you. I’m sorry I made you think that I was going to hit you and that I jumped to conclusions” you whispered into her ear as you hugged her again. “I’m sorry for not telling you”

“Can we cuddle please? I’m really exhausted and want to sleep in your arms” you grinned as she pulled back. “Of course pretty girl” you softly kissed her. When you tried to pull back she was quick to pull you closer again and deepen the kiss. Slightly laughing when she pulled away you picked her up and threw you together on the bed.

You were holding her tightly until she fell asleep before sneaking out of the bedroom and calling her sister Aaliyah over FaceTime. “Hey Aaliyah, I’ve got a question” you told her as you walked into the kitchen. “Hey sister-in-law” she joked “what can I do for you?” You could see her mother and another sister in the background. “Do you know where Marius lives?” There was a beat of silence and all the Ortegas looked into the camera. “Marius? Like her ex Marius?” Natalie asked causing you to nod. “Why?” You looked at Aaliyah before sighing. “He’s been sending her rather weird texts and it’s not doing her good, so he has to learn his lesson” you mumbled out. “I will send you his address” she answered and you could see the rest smirking. “Thanks, bye guys”

And with that you made your way to the address you were send. You knocked on the door until a man, a bit taller than you, opened the door. “Are you Marius?” You asked with a cold face. “Yeah, why? Who are you?!” He was unfriendly and rude which seemed about right. “Leave Jenna alone” you growled out taking a step closer. “Or what? Huh, what do you want to do to stop me huh?” That was enough for you. You hit him square in the face causing him to stumble back and hold his bleeding nose. “You bitch” you laughed before hitting him again causing him to fall and you grinned as you already knew that he’ll have a black eye later.

“Keep away from her or it will be worse” with that you got into you car and drove off.

In the meantime Jenna woke up and panicked when she didn’t see you anywhere. Panicked she called her mother. “Mom, what if she left completely? You know, like forever?! I don’t want to be without her, I promise I didn’t cheat on her” Jenna cried out as she walked around the kitchen. “Hun, calm down. Maybe she just forgot she had to do something? Everything’s gonna be alright, I promise”

Just as her mother promised you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her from behind. Your bloodied knuckles laying on top of her stomach. She shrieked as she saw your knuckles. “Y/n, what the fuck happened?”, “someone had to learn a lesson. Nobody fucks with my girl” you told her and kissed her head.

“I told you she was the right one” her mom grinned at you two before saying goodbye and hanging up.

“You beat him up just for me?” Jenna’s voice was small as she turned in your arms. You pressed a kiss to her lips before nodding. “My dad will be so proud of you” she grinned out before becoming seriously, “you know that you’re not just a game or an experiment to me right?” She kissed your lips a couple of times softly after you nodded. “I know, I was just mad. I love you Jenna”

“I love you too”

Sure, you guys still had a lot of stuff to work trough but it was gonna be fine. You’d do everything for her and she’d do everything for you. And even more importantly; Marius would definitely leave the two of you alone for quite a while.

[whumpshaped]

double pet whumpees. dog and cat. a mix of drugs and good ol' fashioned conditioning have turned their brains into piles of mush incapable of complex thought, but they are extremely attached to each other. master is cold and mean and kicks me when i stand in their way, but kitty friend/doggy friend is soft and warm and cuddles with me after, that sort of thing.

when they're rescued, initially the caretaker(s) separate them, so they can each recover at their own speed and get individual focus, but it quickly becomes evident that that's not going to work. after a full 24 hours of constant barking and yowling, slamming and scratching against the doors to the rooms their being kept in, the two of them do the exact same thing: curl up in the corner of their room and cry. they refuse to eat, drink, or even get up, and flinch away from any touch.

not wanting these poor things they literally just rescued to deprive themselves to death, the caretaker(s) relent and put them back in the same room, and it's like magic how quickly they perk back up. bonded pair, do not separate. and the caretaker(s) suppose their are infinitely more pressing issues than their codependency at the moment.

arin and bee are placeholder names for caretaker a and b, not real ocs

content: past trauma, multiple whumpees, conditioned whumpee, rocky recovery, comfort

Arin sighed as she watched the two pitiful things interact for the first time in three days. They hadn't let go of each other in at least ten minutes, and if she had to guess, they weren't going to let go for a good while.

The bigger one, the one that acted like a dog with all the barking and whining, was holding the smaller one, gently rocking them back and forth. That one acted like a cat, mewling and all, was almost purring in their friend's embrace.

"They're gonna need so much therapy," Bee said quietly. Arin only nodded. "What sort of sick fuck takes two people captive and... trains them to act like animals? To this extent?"

"I don't know," she muttered. She was exhausted. She didn't want to think about it.

"I'm not an advocate for the death penalty, but—"

"Bee."

She shrank back a little. "Sorry. It just... It makes me so angry. I want to strangle the fucker. I just... want these guys to be okay."

"I know. We all do. But fantasising about murder isn't gonna get us any closer." Arin finally pushed herself away from the table she had been leaning against and went to open the door that led into the survivors' room. "I hope they'll accept food now that they're together again."

[the-wales-5]

"Scene of the crime" ;)

21st November 2023.

William and Catherine were getting ready to leave for a meeting with the President & First Lady of the Republic of Korea.

The prince of Wales approached his wife and said “You look stunning today, especially in this red coat”, then he proceeded to kiss her on the lips.

"Thank you" Catherine said and smiled a little bit "But please stop with these comments now, we're getting late" she added.

William shook head and hugged her from behind. But Catherine was annoyed. She tried not to show it and sighed, but William could feel that she was frustrated so he asked: "What's going on?"

"I already told you that we're getting late" Catherine replied and rolled her eyes a little.

"No, we're not really late. There's still half an hour left for us to leave",William said and again wanted to kiss her but she rejected it once more and sighed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

"We'll get late. Are you ready now?",William asked after a few minutes

"Oh, all of a sudden you are worried about us getting late" she shouted, then scoffed and left the room.

*

“I just wanted to kiss you but you're acting like a teenager” William said when they were in the car a few minutes later.

“Just one kiss would turn to something more within seconds and I don't like that when we're about to attend an engagement, you know?” Catherine scoffed

“Recently you are annoyed about everything I see” William rolled his eyes

“What do you mean?” Catherine asked louder

“Absolutely nothing” he said and ignored her.

10 minutes later, Catherine left the car and her pictures made the whole royal side of social media blow. Fans were amazed by one of the pictures and by her outfit too.

But the Princess was far from being happy. She quickly curtsied to the king and then stood next to her husband during the horse guard parade.

He quickly understood his mistake and tried to make her smile by talking to her. Kate hardly tried to ignore it and was not paying attention to William nor his words. Yet, she almost smiled at one point.

He leaned close to her and whispered

“You're smiling, Mrs Wales”.

At last, she turned her head to him and smiled once again. Now it was more visible, but after a second, she looked in front of herself again.

Soon, they were at Buckingham Palace to see the exhibition. It was supposed to begin in the next ten minutes. All of a sudden, Catherine's husband took her hand into his and pulled her toward a quiet and dark corner of the room.

“Forgive me” he said then.

"I already did. By the way, what are you doing? I need to fix my hair now because I don't want to wear this hat inside. And the exhibition starts soon. We can talk later, William" she said.

He looked into her eyes and slowly took off her hat, letting her gorgeous brown hair scattered across her back.

Catherine giggled a little "What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to take this hat off, right? I helped you” William said.

Kate pretended to be annoyed but he pulled her even closer "It's an official apology.. I am really sorry for annoying you earlier. Please, say we're okay now" he whispered.

Catherine was looking into his eyes for a few seconds. Then she whispered "Yes, I think we are okay now”

William smiled and gently pressed his lips on hers "And let me just repeat, you're stunning today. You always are!" he whispered.

Catherine caressed his cheek "Thank you.. I am sorry for shouting at you" she said.

“Don't be sorry, my wife” William whispered and fixed her hair a little.

One of Buckingham Palace aides cleared his throat “Sir, Ma'am. The exhibition starts soon”.

William put his hand on her back and asked “Ready?”. She nodded and put her hand on his lower back.

During the exhibition, they were caught on camera putting hands on one another's back, at one moment they even wanted to hold hands but then remembered they were on duties and quickly took apart and giggled.

“Thank god, we're going back home soon” William murmured

“What is on your mind, Mr Wales?” Catherine smirked but he didn't reply, decided to tease her and 'ignore' her just like she did at the parade earlier.

On the way home in the car, they were caressing one another's hand. Words were unnecessary between them.

*

As soon as they reached the house, they did not wait even for a second before closing the door. When she noticed that William wanted to say something, Catherine teased him “Don't talk now. You wanted to kiss me, remember?”

William looked at her and smirked a little before passionately pressing his lips on hers and taking off her red coat at the same time.

Catherine was smiling between those kisses.

"How much time we've got until you have to start preparing?" William asked her in a whisper

"A little bit more than 2 hours I think but you know that our children can come here” Catherine said. William locked the door and replied “It's not possible anymore, babe”.

He kissed her under her ear and Kate trembled as she said “It is insane”

“What is insane?” He asked and continued to kiss her

“I'm already not okay after your kisses” she said and tightly closed her eyes.

William chuckled, then lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on the bed.

Catherine smiled at him a little and said “You're wearing too many clothes”

“And you are allowed to take them off” William smirked

His wife took his suit and tie off and then said “Your shirt.. Can I take it off too?”

“Of course, my wife”

“Tear it?” She smirked as she remembered their honeymoon phase in 2011

“You can do everything you want to me now, Catherine Elizabeth. I'm yours” William whispered and kissed her on the lips again.

She smiled lovingly but her facial expression changed to a smirk as she tore his white shirt. Seconds later she pretended to be innocent as she said “I am sorry. I'll have to buy you a new one for Christmas”.

“I don't mind that” William smirked before kissing her on her neck. Catherine gasped and tried to control her breath but it was becoming heavier with each one of the kisses he placed on her skin.

“You are.. insane now” she managed to say and trembled for the thousandth time.

“It is your fault, Mrs Wales. I have been waiting for this moment since I saw you in this” he said and then slowly took off the red dress she was wearing under her coat early in the day “You looked so beautiful and I couldn't resist but wanted to kiss you”.

Catherine was smiling as she tried to focus on listening to his words. She blushed when she heard him say “I barely controlled myself from kissing you earlier at the parade today after noticing your sweet little smile”

“I would reject you. I was angry” Catherine said and winked, then she was finally able to press her lips on his. William cupped her face in his hands and whispered as he looked into her green eyes:

“Don't get angry at me anymore. I can't function properly when you are annoyed toward me, you know?”.

Catherine nodded and kissed him again, this time on his neck too. William deepened another of his lip kisses and then proceeded to kiss both of her flushed cheeks, down her chin, throat and neck again. Within time those kisses turned into little bites.

Catherine's eyes widened and she whispered his name breathlessly.

“Hsshh..” William shushed her with a soft kiss on her forehead and looked into her eyes for a second. He kept kissing her, leaving marks all over her neck and rest of her body. She could not say anything and did not want to.

Both of them were completely lost in one another at that moment and the rest of the two hours they had were spent on making love and telling sweet nothings to each other.

*

“We should get up now and start to prepare for the banquet” Catherine whispered as she caressed her husband’s back.

“I'd rather stay here and continue what we were doing, you know?” He smirked

“We have a reception to attend, my silly William” she said and laughed a little “We can continue that later tonight”.

Then, she wore one of his shirts and sat down in front of the mirror. Next thing he heard was her sigh full of annoyance and her words:

“Look what you've done to my neck, Mr Wales”

“And who's done this to my neck and chest, Mrs Wales?” William pointed at himself and smirked again.

Catherine closed her eyes and tried not to laugh. “I hope I can cover these marks you left on me with make-up” she said and pretended to feel angry.

William kissed her on the forehead and then went to take a quick shower. Catherine looked at the ceiling and sighed happily. “This is unbelievable that we're still in a honeymoon phase sometimes” she whispered and tried not to blush

“Would you like to join?” William asked from the bathroom

“NOO!” Catherine said and laughed “Hurry up, I have to take a shower too!” .

Within the next 20 minutes, Catherine finished her shower time as well and sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror “My hair's a mess right now”.

“May I help you to fix it somehow?” William asked and caressed her shoulder “You know, I help you with your hair often”

“Yes, but only at home”

“Not only there, remember the time before our wedding reception?”

“It was a simple blow dry”

“Come on, it doesn't mean I can't do anything more” he said and took her comb and hair dryer in his hand “Let us try it”.

Catherine smiled a little and again looked at love bites on her neck.

“I wonder how much make-up will I have to put here” she wondered

“It's not my fault” William said innocently and chuckled a little “I am afraid you won't be able to hide it completely” he teased her

“Don't say that!” Catherine sighed “What if they see it?” She blushed then

“You should not be worried about that” William replied

“You don't know what you are saying because your marks will not be seen in pictures” she blushed again.

William chuckled softly and kissed her on the forehead “I am sure you will cover them perfectly. Don't worry. Are you planning to do an updo tonight?I was thinking about an half up and half down just like you did for our wedding”

"It's a perfect idea. And I think it will fit the tiara I want to wear tonight" Catherine said and looked at her husband

"Your wedding one?" William laughed

"No, my wedding one is too significant to wear again" Catherine smiled

"Cambridge Lover's Knot again?” William asked and rolled his eyes a little “Or else the Lotus, right?” He said

"No, something new for me this time" Catherine smiled a little "The Strathmore tiara”

"The Strathmore?” William was quite shocked “Pa gave you the Strathmore? Is it repaired now? It hasn't seen light for like 100 years!”

"Yes but it's beautiful and I can't wait to wear it" Catherine said

"You will look drop dead gorgeous with it" William said and smiled “Let's try make your hair perfect for it”

"Okay" Catherine smiled and tried not to blush again. She was relaxed now and completely forgot about that pointless fight with William.

The Prince of Wales was not skilled at hairdressing but he did the draft very well and Catherine was impressed.

"Do you like it?" He asked after seeing a little smile on her face

"Yes, it reminds me of my wedding hair a little bit. Thank you" she said.

"You're welcome, but I think Natalie will have to fix it a bit and then you'll be perfect to go" William said and kissed her on hand “I'll wait downstairs” he added. Catherine smiled at his way and called Natalie to help her.

*

They were in the car a few minutes later on the way to Buckingham Palace. William was looking at his wife almost all the time, feeling mesmerised by her beauty. Catherine knew about looks he was sending her and squeezed his hand a few times throughout the way. Before they arrived in front of the palace, the princess checked herself in the mirror and said quietly “Oh no.. Why didn't I notice it earlier? It is too late now to fix it”

“What?” William asked as he looked at her

Catherine did not reply but pointed at her neck and sighed.

“It is not that dark or visible if one would not look too closely” William said

“I should have noticed it before” Kate closed her eyes, feeling embarrassed and angry too.

“They will not notice it, Catherine”

“How can you be so sure?” she sighed “It is rather easy to see it, especially with the cameras nowadays, you know?” she scoffed

“Stop worrying, please. Everything will be okay”

Catherine rolled her eyes a little and then sighed "Well.. I hope you are right because now I can't fix it anymore”

"I am right. Let's get inside now" William whispered and gently kissed her on cheek before leaving the car.

They were photographed at the door and those photos went viral on social media. Eagle-eyed followers noticed a bite mark on Catherine's neck.

William's wife was smiling, but in the back of her mind, she still had these thoughts full of annoyance at herself. However, she started to feel more relaxed when Princess Anne approached her.

"Someone's left a mark of his crime!" Anne teased Catherine at some point of their conversation. Kate didn't know what to say, she just blushed a little and then looked away.

Anne chuckled and looked at William who mouthed from afar: "Is everything alright?”.

"Yes" Catherine mouthed too and then chuckled. She looked at Anne and said "You should tease him, not me”

"He's tensed enough already" Anne said and laughed a little,"I didn't want to embarrass him even more”

"But you had to embarrass me, yes?" Catherine rolled her eyes a little but then laughed too.

"You are my favourite, you know that” Anne said and winked.

They continued their talk, and Catherine finally could feel relaxed.

When the banquet ended and they were in the car, William asked his wife about her conversation with his aunt.

"Among other things, we talked about a love bite, thanks to you" Catherine replied and rolled her eyes a little.

William sighed and said "I thought nobody would notice"

"Your aunt has an eagle eye, unfortunately," Catherine replied

"I'm sorry, Kate..” William whispered.

Catherine looked at him and smiled a little."Why are you being sorry? It's not anything serious, Wills” she said quietly.

"But she embarrassed you" William said

"She is my family and one of the best people for us at the moment, and she made me laugh anyway, so I don't see a problem" Catherine said quietly and smiled.

“So, you are okay?”

Catherine nodded and caressed his cheek,"I haven't been happier like today for a long time" she whispered and placed her head on his shoulder as hugging his arm "Kiss my forehead now” she whispered again.

William smiled at her lovingly, then gently kissed her on the forehead and told her that he loved her. The night outside the car window was a beautiful one, but for Catherine's husband, she was the most important at that particular moment.

The end ♡

[lucid-heart]

I love you too, Lottie.

lottie matthews x f!reader

♦️You pull the queen card and every Yellowjacket knows what that means. Your life is forfeit for the survival of the team. You don't want to run. And there's only one person's you would place your life in. ♦️

WC: 1k+ words

masterlist • read on ao3 • request

A/N: this one is a little tragic but lottie matthews I love you 🙏 keep an eye on the TWs

CW: Main Character Death POV, implied cannibalism (ofc), Sad Ending

"Not her. Anyone but her."

For a moment, you swear your heart stops. Background noises fades to nothingness and your world spins around you. You hold the queen in your hand, pulled freshly from the deck. And you all know what that means.

As you raise your head, the others all realise what you pulled.

Shauna stares at you, hands balled into fists. There's an indescribable wildness in her eyes, as if she recognises the beginning of the hunt. She changes during the hunts. She becomes a predator and you will be her prey.

Nat refuses to look at you but keeps her gaze down. She pulled the first queen. She knows exactly how you feel right now.

You scan the room in desperation but there is nothing anyone can do. The wilderness chooses.

It chose you.

"(Y/N)?"

Someone speaks in the dead silence of the cabin and you look in their direction. It's Lottie, of course it's Lottie. Beautiful, caring, wonderful Lottie with her dark eyes and gentle voice. Of course. Of course.

"What do you have?" she demands. "What is it-?"

"What the fuck do you think it is, Lottie?" Nat snaps.

Lottie crosses the room to you and grabs the card out of your hand. You let her. You hardly feel it slip from your fingers because you're shaking so much. Fear engulfs you in a drowning wave. It's different being on the other end of the blade. It's different knowing you're going to die at the hands of your friends.

"No, no- we have to do it again-"

"Lottie, it chose her. We can't-"

"No! No, we have to-" Lottie spins and tries to grab the deck out of Van's hands but misses. "It can't be her. I-I won't let it. Not her. Anyone but her."

It's not directed at you but at the others. A desperation overcomes her as she realises she can't get the cards back. She grabs your wrists and tug you close to her.

"Lottie, we don't want to do this. But we have to-" The others try to reason with her but they can't.

"No! Get away from us! I'm not letting you take her!"

She's shaking too but from anger or fear, you can't tell which. With her height she overshadows the others but that means little in the wilderness. Shauna alone could tear her apart in seconds. They wouldn't stand a chance against the rest of the pack.

Already the others are moving like wolves, coming to circle the frantic Lottie as she tries to protect you. Misty moves to grab a spear and Lottie screams at her.

"No! Do not even try-" she snarls.

You've never seen her like this. And Lottie herself is the reason the hunts started. There was sadness in every one before yours but not like this. She really doesn't want to lose you.

Since you crash landed into the unknown forest, Lottie and you have gotten closer. How close, you never truly knew and you suppose you wouldn't find out. You know how you feel about her and how you wished for more but didn't dare ask for it out of fear. You didn't want to scare her away. But in doing so, you lost your chance.

You finally manage to shake yourself out of your daze and you look at the card clutched in Lottie's grip.

The painted face of the Queen stares back at you, a haunting image. It was held by the ones before you. The ones that you ate.

"Lottie, stop," you say. "Th-That isn't fair."

She looks at you and there are tears in her eyes. The hand on your wrist travels down to your hand and she squeezes it tight. She shakes her head. "No, no, (Y/N), I can't lose you. I can't let it take you."

"You have to," you say. "That's the rules of the hunt."

"Then fuck them! I don't care! Not about any of this. Just about you."

Your heart is breaking in your chest. Of course you don't want this to happen. But if it wasn't you, it would be someone else. You look around the rest of the Yellowjackets and take in their hollow eyes and grim expressions. No one wants to do this. But to survive, they have to eat. Someone has to be the lamb.

"I know. I know, Lottie."

You reach a hand to her face and brush away her tears with your thumb. Her eyes close as she tries to compose herself but she fails. She still cries. She still can't let you go.

"It has to be this way."

"Will you run?"

"Do you want me to?"

Running gives the chance for the wilderness to choose someone else. For it to intervene. Is that fair? Is it wrong? Nothing about this is right and honestly, you don't want to run. You want to stand tall in your last moments. You don't want to be stabbed in the back.

Lottie lets out a shaky exhale. "I don't want anyone to hurt you."

And in that sentence, you know what she's offering. The others do as well because they've stopped their circling and weapons are being lowered. This will come down to the two of you. As it was always meant to be.

"I know. That's okay." You stare into her dark eyes and find your own starting to blur. "I trust you. You'll make it quick."

Shauna steps in from the side with her knife in hand. She doesn't say anything as she presses it into Lottie's palm.

"Oh, (Y/N)..."

"I want you to have my heart," you say. "It was yours anyway."

You love her. You say it without words. Because you know that if you say it out loud, there is no telling what Lottie will do.

She understands you and tears fall fresh again. She pulls you close and kisses you fiercely, with the passion of someone who loves you back. It's hot and brutal, like she's trying to sink her teeth into you to hold you there.

Your first and last kiss with her.

You're trembling when she finally lets go.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers.

The knife is at your throat but her hands aren't shaking anymore. She holds your close as she presses the knife of the butcher against your skin.

"It's okay," you whisper back. "I forgive you."

The last thing you see will be her. The last thing you feel will be her hands holding onto you. You savour the taste of her kiss. It's just Lottie. Your Lottie.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

Your throat burns and your body gives out. Darkness engulfs you.

I love you too, Lottie.

[ashen-char]

together pt.1/?

ship: river (all souls) x gender neutral reader

warnings: vague mentions of drug dealing bc of canon i suppose

summary: river has some financial troubles. you want to help.

word count: 800+

You're resting on River's worn-out sofa bed, like you do whenever you come over. River's place is a single bedroom and her baby comes first - Jade is already sleeping soundly in the bedroom. And you can ignore the springs digging into your back if it means River's laying beside you every night.

But right now, she's busy. River is counting crumpled bills at her dining table, sitting on a metal folding chair that's always been uncomfortable. A little from the dealings she runs, a little more for helping the cops, and the shitty tips from her diner job.

Her being a police informant is too dangerous for your liking. Especially with how it wraps River up in Silas's world again. River agreed with you every time you two talked about it but, in her words, what the hell can she do? She needs the money to keep the lights on, to keep her girl fed, needs Jade to be able to stay miles away from the shitshow that is her life. And, River added, the more she helps the police the closer that scum gets off the streets.

"Damn," River whispers to herself as she counts the final bill. "Barely enough to keep the lights on." But you hear her, and you can see that wrinkle between her brows. She's stressed - mind already whirring about how to make her paycheck stretch for the week. Your girl takes on way too much by herself.

"Hey," you say. You get up from the sofa and make your way over to her, sliding an arm across River's shoulders.

"Mm," she murmurs back in acknowledgement. River lifts her head up so that your lips graze against the tattoo on her neck. "Sorry, it's just-" she sighs, "a lot. But I'll figure something out. I always do."

"No, no. I'll pitch in." You don't say it like an offer, knowing that River's pride would make her refuse, but as a statement. You'd take care of her. You'd take care of them both if she let you.

River has been independent since she was a kid, practically, so young when she had Jade. She had dropped out and had taken whatever jobs she could, and after her mom passed River has been doing it virtually alone. Learning that it's alright to depend on you has been a struggle for her.

River pauses. "You sure?" You've offered before, and River always turned it down. It's your money, she'd tell you. The fact that she doesn't refuse immediately tells you that she's more comfortable relying on you already. It warms your heart.

The answer's easy. You don't hesitate to say "of course", leaning down to kiss her again.

It's slow and a little sweet, the tang from the Monster she just downed hitting your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick it away and River makes this cute little noise at the back of her throat. The pressure of River's kiss is like a soothing balm. When she pulls away, though, you can see that the money problems are still on her mind.

Leaning her head on your shoulder, she sets down the bills she was tallying and rubs her tired eyes. It's a mix of emotions. Gratitude for the roof over their heads, frustration at the unending struggle to make ends meet. And above all, River has determination to provide a better life for her daughter. She knows accepting this offer would be for the best. And she trusts you. 

"Alright. But I don't really know what to let you help with," River admits. She already has enough, if barely, to cover the bills. With a little more pocket change from you, she could actually have some savings for a rainy day. You two wouldn't have to sleep every night on a sofa she found off the side of the road.

"I dunno. Anything," you say.

River looks over her apartment as if seeing it for the first time. The coffee table has cigarette burns and crayon scribbles. Toys are strewn all over the floor but the walls are empty, save for Jade's drawings. The cabinets never close properly. There's only two chairs at the dining table. That was enough for when it was just the two of them, but with you around... maybe River can dream of sharing meals together as a family. You'd stick around for breakfast instead of slipping out before Jade wakes up.

"You think we can get a little something to make the place more homey?" she asks. "I think I'd like that."

You grip her tighter, whispering promises against River's skin. Dreaming for more is hard in a world like this. But you hope against hope that you being around will make River see that it's alright. That dreams can come true.

You hold her close, surrounded by the faint scent of her perfume and the quiet hum of the city outside. "I'd love to. We'll make it happen," you whisper. You'll make anywhere home as long as you're by each other's sides. "Together."

pt. 2 is here!

[fastcardotmp3]

Jonathan & El cw: implied past child abuse

The first time he hears her call herself bad it strikes him so hard in his sternum that he can't buck up and do something about it.

Jonathan looks at this girl, his sister, who has saved the world time and again, who had saved his brother from a slow death in a terrible place, and she lays claim to a badness that makes him feel kind of sick, actually.

It's the same feeling he got when Will started calling himself a freak, the same feeling he got when Jonathan himself first started learning to play music loud enough he couldn't hear his parents fighting in the other room, even years before he taught that trick to Will.

It's a feeling, ultimately, that swallows stability whole and leaves you to stumble across uneven ground until you find your footing again.

Jonathan just has to-- find his footing again. And that means someone needs to talk to El.

"Because I am," she says when he asks why she calls herself that, sitting at the kitchen table with two mugs of her latest culinary obsession between them-- hot chocolate.

"But what makes you think you're bad?" Jonathan asks, genuinely curious, genuinely getting thrown to the ground by the shake in the earth. "I don't think you're bad."

El presses her lips together, eyebrows low over her downturned gaze as she looks intensely at the little marshmallows sitting on top of her drink like she's trying to solve the puzzle of the world.

Jonathan supposes she kind of is, in a way, contemplating human nature after spending so many years being told what to be, how to fit within a certain set of parameters, how to behave the way Papa wanted her to.

That's another thing that gives him big feelings. Those feelings could probably be solved by caving Brenner's face in, though.

"I have hurt people," is what she lands on, still not looking up but the scowl line between her brows deepening.

And there's no denying it, she has hurt people; she's killed people, as a matter of fact, and she's watched them die, so there's no point in dodging the reality of that here, in trying to say you didn't mean to when he knows she did.

Jonathan opens his mouth and then shuts it again, though, catches himself in the act of trying to tell her that the good she's done outweighs the bad because, for one, he doesn't know if that's true, and for two, maybe it doesn't matter.

"You know," he clears his throat, elbows digging into the table and shoulders hunching up around his ears, "stories-- like Will's books and Hop's TV?-- have really obvious villains most of the time. Bad guys, right?"

El looks up at him, thinks about it, nods.

"Right."

"Okay," Jonathan keeps going, "well, that's because people have always been trying to find-- easy answers for hard things. Things like good and bad. So they created monsters who only ever hurt and heroes who only ever help.

"But, just because it helps us understand why people do bad things, it doesn't mean that-- none of it is really that-- black and white?"

"Black and white?" El questions, but she's not pushing back against him so Jonathan has hope that this is working in some way or another.

"Like, clear and obvious. Like everything has just one answer, but that's not really the case, is it?"

"No," she says with zero hesitation. "Some things are-- confusing."

"Yeah, they are. People are," he pulls his mug closer to himself and taps his fingers along the ceramic.

"So there aren't... bad people?" she looks confused, like she doesn't believe it, like she's actively losing faith in his judgement, so Jonathan shakes his head quickly.

"It's-- It's more like there are just people," he flounders. "And I really-- I don't think I've ever met a person that's only ever been good or only ever been bad."

El looks down at her hot chocolate. Grabs the can of whipped cream and sprays more on top of her cooling drink.

Doesn't take a sip.

"You've only ever been good," she says it slowly, obvious confusion still touching her tone in ways that don't even overpower the rush of emotion Jonathan gets and knowing she really feels that way about him of all people.

He breathes sharply through his nose, opens his mouth and shuts it twice before he manages to say, "I've hurt people too, El."

It's not going to be an easy thing, Jonathan thinks, making sure she understands that people are largely just the choices they make and that people are allowed to choose to change, to get better, and that the people who hurt her, the people she hurt in return, won't be missed by anyone who loves El but might be missed by someone and that no matter how complicated it is and no matter how messy and no matter how surface level wrong it may be she is still not bad.

It's not going to be an easy thing, made clear by the way she looks at him now and visibly tries to make sense of the fact that someone she had deemed as good could possibly have ever done wrong, because those people in that fucking lab drilled absolutism into her head from birth, but fuck. Fuck.

"You're just a person, is all I'm saying," he implores, because it's going to take longer than one conversation over hot chocolate to make any of it make a modicum of sense, even to him. "You're a person and we love you."

Something shakes loose in her gaze at that, a tension releasing from her shoulders, because if there's one thing Hopper and Joyce and those damn kids have done right it's making this make sense to her.

"I love you too," she tells him, and Jonathan has the self control of a saint to not start crying.

When she adds more whipped cream to her drink, he just follows her lead.