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A Love Too Dark (04)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 04: Insatiable Need For Satisfaction

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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Chapter Summary:

Yn lived the day like normal until it was time to meet the Marquis de Gramont for the deal they made.

Yn awoke from her slumber with the sun's first light, though it was still far too early for her taste. She lay in bed paralyzed by fear as the full weight of what would happen that evening crashed down on her fragile shoulders. Today, she would fulfill her part of the deal with the Marquis de Gramont which was to spend a private dinner with him that evening. Yn sighed heavily as she stared up at her ceiling and wondered how exactly she got into this position.

She remembered how her life was before she took the bunny-girl job. She, her mother, and her young stepsister was from a small family who was poor in money yet rich in love. They were happy despite the struggles they faced. Yn and Sydney could see how hardworking her mother was in trying to make ends meet while ensuring that both of his daughters were happy. They loved her truly and wanted nothing more than to ease her burden.

Yn did not bother to ask her about her father since her mother showered her with love and praises endlessly. Yn was given so much motherly love that she didn't feel the lack of fatherly affection. She was fine with just her mother. In their dingy apartment, their life was like sunshine and a rainbow.

And then, the storm struck.

When her mother got diagnosed with a rare disease and needed expensive treatment, it was up to Yn who had to take on the burdens and work as a young adult to do whatever it took to save her. She tried getting loans but was turned down due to her lack of collateral. That was when she turned to the casino and took on the job as a bunny-girl.

But never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would end up being in a situation like this. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what the Marquis had planned for her that evening. She knew she had to be strong and brave when that time comes, not just for herself and Amelia, but most importantly, for her mother.

Yn got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if the Marquis find her attractive. She had never considered herself a beauty, but the way he had kissed her made her think otherwise. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of such thoughts, and focused on preparing herself for the day.

"Mrraoww!"

Yn turned to see that Rosie, her precious and adorable cat, had entered the bathroom and was sitting and staring up at her with a pair of wide green eyes. Yn couldn't resist herself from bending down and petting its head lovingly. She then spoke, "I know. I know. You must be hungry."

She then busied herself with feeding Rosie and preparing breakfast for both her and Sydney. The latter woke up and suddenly wrapped her tiny arms around Yn's waist, startling the adult female.

"Yn, I had a bad dream," Sydney said in a small muffled voice since she had buried her face into Yn's skirt.

Yn immediately stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands on the apron around her front body, and knelt down to be at eye level with her stepsister. "Oh no. What happened, Syd?"

"I dreamt that mom was sick and we couldn't save her," Sydney said, her eyes filled with tears.

Yn felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She knew that Sydney was feeling the same way she was, scared and worried about their mother. Yn and her mother tried to hide the true severity of her illness and its treatment from Sydney, but the girl eventually felt lonely of her mother's love and became worried about why she was stuck in the hospital for months. It was then she concluded that mom needed saving.

Yn hugged Sydney tightly and said, "Don't worry, Syd. We'll save her. We'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets better."

Sydney nodded her head, her tears drying up. Yn then stood up and said with a warm smile, "Now, how about we get some breakfast? I made your favorite pancakes."

Sydney's eyes lit up and she grinned, "Yay! Pancakes!"

Yn smiled and took Sydney's hand, leading her to the dining table. She served the pancakes while Sydney set the table. As they ate, Yn stared at her young stepsister quietly. It was at that moment she realized that she really needed the job at the casino. She must maintain her position there and earn enough for her mother's hospital treatment. But first of all, she had to fulfill her promise to the Marquis de Gramont. Hopefully, after tonight, Amelia's job at the casino would maintain and Yn wouldn't have any direct confrontation with the Frenchman.

As they finished breakfast, Yn got up and began to clear the dishes. Sydney offered to help, but Yn told her to go and get ready for school. Once everything was done, Yn walked her to preschool and dropped her off with a tight hug.

Yn then headed to the cafe where she would work her morning shift by boarding a bus. Edric was the first to greet her with a grin as she walked in.

"Good morning, Yn! You're early today," Edric said in his usual calm voice.

Yn smiled back and replied, "Yes, I want to make sure I have everything covered before the evening shift. Is there anything I need to know?"

Edric shook his head and said, "Nope, everything's the same. Just be your charming self and serve that coffee and pastries like a pro."

Yn nodded and was about to saunter to the back to change into her uniform when Edric suddenly called her, "Hey..."

Yn looked at him with a pair of wide doe eyes of curiosity, wondering what it was that Edric needed to talk to her about. The male then hesitantly asked, "Umm. Last night, did that guy disturb you again?"

The lady knew he was referring to the Marquis de Gramont. She had told him about a man who kept pursuing her but she never mentioned the Frenchman's name or identity to him and she would like to keep it that.

Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to Edric. She knew that the Marquis was a man of power and influence and she didn't want to get anyone else involved in her problems. So she decided to lie.

"He didn't... Last night was... fine," she lied as she felt goosebumps grow on her skin as she recalled the filthy, rough way the Marquis sucked her mouth last night.

Edric nodded with a stretched smile, an expression that Yn couldn't read. He replied, "That's good then. But stay alert, okay? He is not the only man with bad intentions."

Yn nodded, "I will. Thank you for asking."

With that, she headed to the back to change into her uniform. As she worked her shift, she couldn't help but think about the Marquis de Gramont and what he had in store for her that evening. She tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on her customers and serving them with her usual charm and grace. But the nagging feeling at the back of her mind refused to go away.

Finally, her morning shift was over and Yn headed home to preschool to pick Sydney up. As the former entered the preschool, she saw her adorable sister waiting by the entrance, holding her little backpack tightly. The moment that little girl spotted her, she ran towards her with a wide smile, her pigtails bouncing with each step. To Yn, the sight of her stepsister's innocent smile brought a momentary respite from the heavy thoughts that weighed on her mind.

"Yn!" Sydney exclaimed, wrapping her small arms around Yn's legs in a tight hug.

Yn beamed and patted her head affectionately, "Hey, how was your day?"

Sydney giggled and replied, "It was good! We painted pictures today, and I made one for mom!"

Yn's heart swelled with love and pride for Sydney's sweet gesture. "That's wonderful, Syd! I'm sure mom will love it. Let's go to the hospital and show her, okay?"

Sydney nodded eagerly, her pigtails bouncing with excitement. Yn held her hand as they made their way to the hospital by boarding a bus. Throughout the ride, Yn watched as the little girl hummed a kid's song while admiring the drawing she made with crayons. Yn smiled warmly at the innocent scene, grateful for this moment of serenity amidst the chaos of her life.

Arriving at the hospital, they went through the familiar routine of sanitizing their hands and checking in at the reception desk. Yn noticed the tiredness in her mother's eyes as they entered the room. It broke her heart to see her once vibrant and lively mother weakened by her illness.

"Mom!" Sydney exclaimed, rushing to her mother's bedside, unaware of the sickly condition on the older woman's face.

Yn followed closely behind, a mixture of emotions bubbling inside her. She greeted her mother with a warm smile, trying to hide her own worries. "Hey, mom. Look who's here with something special for you."

Their mother's face lit up with a gentle smile as she saw Sydney holding up her painted picture. "Oh, my sweet Sydney. What a lovely surprise! Thank you, darling."

Sydney proudly presented the artwork to her mother, who admired it with genuine affection. Yn stood by their side, her heart swelling with love and a tinge of sadness. As they spent the rest of the afternoon with their mother, Yn couldn't help but think of the grim reality that loomed over their family. Their mother had been battling her illness for months, and with each passing day, Yn could see her weakening. She knew that time was running out, and it broke her heart to think of a life without her mother.

She knew she must earn enough money fast before the illness could consume her forever. But how? She thought: Does she have to take on a third job every day?

After spending some quality time with their mother, Yn and Sydney said their goodbyes, promising to return soon. Yn held Sydney's hand tightly as they walked out of the hospital, a heavy silence enveloping them. Sydney looked up at Yn with innocent eyes, sensing her sister's unease.

"Sissy, are you okay?" Sydney asked, her voice filled with concern.

Yn crouched down to Sydney's level, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She forced a smile, wanting to shield Sydney from her worries as much as possible. "I'm fine, Syd. Just a little tired. Let's go home."

They boarded a bus and made their way back home. Yn decided to take a shower to wash off the dust and grime of the day. As she stood under the hot water, she felt her body relax. Her mind wandered, wondering what the evening would bring. She tried to push away the image of the Marquis, but it was etched into her mind. She couldn't shake off the feeling of dread and fright that he had evoked in her.

After the shower, Yn put on a wear she deemed fitting for a private dinner - a dress with white and blue floral patterns all over it. The bottom of the dress was just inches above her ankles, and the waist area was made tightened to show her midsection, with a split to show up her left thigh, with short puffed sleeves, and revealing a modest amount of her chest and collarbones. It was a pretty modest dress. It was actually a hand-me-down from her mom and that was the most expensive dress for someone as poor as her.

Before entering the living room to find Sydney, she contacted Barbara yet again. When her cousin agreed to take care of Sydney again, Yn felt an immense sense of gratitude and hoped she wasn't putting too much strain on her.

Yn then put on her skincare routine and light makeup to complement her dress, opting for a natural look that accentuated her features. She brushed some neutral eyeshadow on her lids, added a touch of mascara to enhance her lashes, and applied a soft pink shade to her lips. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel in awe of how she looked.

With her appearance ready, Yn made her way to the living room where Sydney was playing with her toys. Her stepsister looked up, her eyes widening in awe as she took in Yn's transformed appearance.

"Wow, you look so pretty!" Sydney exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight, "Like a princess about to talk with people on the streets!"

Yn smiled at the little girl's enthusiasm, her heart warmed by Sydney's innocent admiration. "Thank you, Syd."

"You are going to work like that?" asked Sydney who couldn't keep her eyes off of her sister.

Yn neared her and turned on the television to entertain the little girl. She then rubbed the top of her young sister's head and replied with a small smile, "Yeah. Tonight, I have dinner there."

Sydney tilted her head, her curiosity was evident. "Who are you going to have dinner with?"

Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain the situation to a young child. She decided to keep it simple. "A friend, but don't worry, Aunt Barbara will take care of you while I'm gone."

Sydney nodded, accepting Yn's explanation. "Okay! Have fun!"

Yn hugged Sydney tightly, breathing in her sweet scent and cherishing the warmth of their embrace. "I will, Syd. I love you."

"I love you too, Yn," Sydney replied, her small voice filled with affection.

Reluctantly, Yn released the hug and stood up, her heart heavy with both guilt and trepidation about what would happen next. She then boarded a bus with a huge amount of shyness and insecurity, considering she was dressing up prettily, in the dress she rarely wore in public. Of course, she noticed the stares she got from people and that got her feel even more bashful.

Soon enough, she arrived at the casino, one hour earlier than the start of her usual shift. She entered through the back door which was reserved for staff's use only. She refused to go through the main entrance and the casino lobby and be stared at by the patrons. Once inside the staff's changing room, she began to wonder how she was going to meet the Marquis. He said he would pick her up. She wondered: Does that mean she has to wait outside the casino?

Yn took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She glanced at the clock in the changing room and realized she had some time before the scheduled meeting. She decided to freshen up, ensuring she looked presentable when the Marquis arrived.

She touched up her makeup, ensuring everything was in place. The nerves were still present, but she reminded herself to stay composed and focused. As she finished fixing her appearance, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, trying to muster up confidence.

With a final deep breath, Yn emerged from the changing room, only to have her path blocked by Amelia who seemed to be tip-toeing towards it. The new girl was startled when she saw Yn, her skin visibly jumping in surprise.

"Amelia," Yn greeted her with wide, curious eyes, "You are early."

"Hey, Yn," replied Amelia as she put on a nervous smile. She paused as she scanned Yn's whole figure up and down and commented, "And you look pretty. Is there a special occasion tonight?"

Yn felt her cheeks heat up, flustered by the compliment. "Uh, yeah. I have a meeting with someone tonight."

Amelia made a noise of curiosity, "Oh."

"Anyway, why are you here early?" asked Yn.

An expression of guilt and embarrassment appeared on Amelia's face as she cast her eyes down. She was staring at the ground, apparently unable to look back at Yn, as she answered, "Umm... I figured that I could come early and apologize to Mr. Malone... for being absent without telling him... before anyone comes here."

Yn suddenly realized why Amelia had come in so early. She wanted to speak to Mr. Malone without anyone else around, in case he became angry with her and embarrassed her in front of her colleagues.

Yn felt a pang of sympathy for the new girl. She knew how intimidating Mr. Malone could be, especially when he was angry. Without thinking, Yn reached out and placed a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder.

"It's okay, Amelia. We all make mistakes. I'm sure Mr. Malone will understand," Yn said, trying to reassure the nervous girl.

Amelia looked up at Yn, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Yn."

Yn smiled warmly at Amelia. As the both of them stood in the corridor, engaged in their conversation, the casino's atmosphere suddenly shifted. A hush fell over the area, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. She could sense a presence, a powerful one, entering the casino. She turned her head in the direction of the disturbance and saw the Marquis de Gramont making his grand entrance.

Accompanied by his imposing bodyguards, the Marquis exuded an air of confidence and authority. His presence demanded attention, and all eyes were on him as he made his way through the bustling casino floor. His eyes were cold and intense, a shadow projected upon them, as he looked forward with one of his hands hidden inside his pocket.

He was donning a three-piece suit as usual but this time, it was eye-catching and bright. His suit was a shimmering pattern of rich red. His shirt was plain white, and his waistcoat, necktie, and pants were stark black. Yn couldn't help but admit in her head that he looked dashing in the bright attire.

Amelia and Yn instantly became quiet as they watched the Marquis headed straight for his office which was originally a VIP room for the casino. At some point, his eyes strayed and scanned his surrounding as though he was looking for something.

Yn felt a chill run down her spine as the Marquis' piercing gaze landed on her. Even from across the room, his gaze felt heavy and weighty, as if he was reading her very soul. Yn felt perturbation as she locked eyes with the Marquis. She quickly turned her head away from him, hoping to avoid more of his attention.

Yn's heart raced as the Marquis continued to scrutinize her. His lingering gaze made her feel exposed and vulnerable. She was relieved when he finally disappeared behind the closed door of his office. His bodyguards stood on each side of the door, facing the rest of the casino. The momentary respite allowed her to collect herself and turn her attention back to Amelia.

Amelia, visibly shaken by the encounter, looked at Yn with wide eyes. "Yn, I'm scared. I... What if he's going to fire me?"

Yn reached out, placing a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder. She understood the fear that gripped her colleague. The Marquis's presence was intimidating, and his power within the casino was undeniable. But Yn couldn't let her own fears consume her, not when Amelia needed support.

"I understand how you feel, Amy," Yn said, her voice gentle yet firm. "The first thing you should do is to apologize to him. If you want, I can accompany you to see him."

Amelia looked at Yn, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes. "You would do that? You would go with me?"

Yn nodded, a reassuring smile on her face. "Of course. We'll approach him respectfully. Oh, and tell them that you were sick these past few days. I told them that. Just to get the story straight."

With Yn's words of encouragement, Amelia's tense shoulders relaxed slightly. She felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that she wouldn't have to face the Marquis alone. She then replied, "Okay. Thanks for that, Yn."

Yn and Amelia decided to wait for a while before approaching the Marquis. They found a quiet corner of the casino, away from the prying eyes of the patrons. Yn reached out and took Amelia's hand, offering support and solidarity.

"Just remember, Amy, choose your words carefully," Yn said, her voice steady. "Give him respect, even if you dislike him or find his views distasteful."

Amelia nodded, a newfound determination in her eyes. She squeezed Yn's hand, appreciating the strength and compassion her colleague displayed.

With their minds set, Yn and Amelia walked toward the Marquis's office once again. This time, as they approached the closed door, they could feel a mix of nervousness and resolve coursing through their veins.

One of the bodyguards stationed by the door asked them in a very thick foreign accent, "What do you want?"

Yn maintained a respectful tone as she spoke, "We would like to speak with the Marquis if he's available."

The bodyguard, unyielding in his stance, scrutinized them for a moment before stepping closer to the door and knock it. They waited for a few seconds before the door was opened from the inside. It was the loyal and muscular bodyguard in a suit who was accompanying the Marquis wherever he went.

He then asked the bodyguard outside the door in another language. Yn realized it's not French, but Spanish. The two bodyguards exchanged a few words before the man who was stationed by the door turned to Yn and Amelia and said, "You may come in."

The Marquis' loyal bodyguard then opened the door wider and waited. Yn and Amelia said a small thanks to them before they advanced. They stepped into the office, the bodyguard closing the heavy door behind them and he then stood aside, becoming a silent observer of the scene. The room was opulent, adorned with lavish furniture and artwork that spoke of wealth and prestige. The Marquis stood behind a large mahogany desk, facing a full-body mirror on the wall, as he adjusted his waistcoat.

His cold gaze shifted to the two girls in the reflection of the mirror before he focused back on fixing his overall three-piece suit. He did not utter a word. It was either he chose to ignore them or he awaited them to speak.

Yn took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she spoke. "Sir, if I may, I have brought Amelia with me today because she would like to speak with you directly."

The Marquis's cold gaze flickered briefly towards Yn, acknowledging her presence. He turned his attention back to the mirror, adjusting his suit with meticulous precision. The room remained filled with an air of tension, the weight of the Marquis's authority palpable.

Amelia, sensing the need to break the silence, stepped forward and spoke with a voice tinged with nervousness. "Sir, I... I wanted to apologize for my disrespectful behavior that night. I am truly sorry for my action, and it will not happen again. I will learn from my mistake and I will improve myself."

The Marquis resumed adjusting his attire. His cold eyes, projected by shadow, looked as his fingers deftly fixed his necktie. His silence lingered, intensifying the tension in the room. Yn could feel her own heart pounding, unsure of what the Marquis's response would be.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Marquis turned away from the mirror and faced them with an air of authority, shoulders square and gaze stony and unreadable. His face was illuminated by shadows, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw. His hands were hidden away in the pockets of his suit. His eyes were blazed with a fierce intensity that left Amelia cowering in fear as if he had a personal vendetta against her.

With deliberate slowness, he spoke in a low and measured tone with his usual thick French accent, "Actions speak louder than words. Your apology is worthless… unless you prove it. It has come to my attention that you were absent for two days straight and failed to notify Malone. Do you have an explanation for this negligence?"

The Marquis's words were like a sword, cutting through the air and leaving a trail of unease in its wake. Amelia swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously at the Marquis and the floor beneath her.

"I… I was sick, sir. I didn't mean to cause any problems," she stammered, hoping to appease the Marquis's wrath, "I'm so sorry for not informing Mr. Malone."

The Marquis's eyes narrowed slightly at her response as if he was skeptical of her excuse.

He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You were sick for two days and couldn't be bothered to notify your superior? That is unprofessional."

Amelia and Yn's hearts skipped a beat, and fear coiled at the pit of their stomach. Amelia knew she was walking on thin ice then and there, and one wrong move could tip her over the edge. She could feel the weight of his disapproval bearing down on her and that her job was on the line.

The Marquis suddenly advanced forward, striding towards them with his hands remaining hidden in his pockets. He gave a fleeting glance at Yn, who was equally nervous as the coworker beside her, before he turned his gaze back to scowl at Amelia whom he deemed was clumsy and unprofessional.

The Marquis's glare deepened as he towered over the young female adults, his imposing presence suffocating the room. He spoke with a voice that brooked no dissent, "Second chances are always the excuses of those who fail. Your actions have consequences, and I have been contemplating if you are fit to remain in this casino."

Amelia's breath hitched, her eyes welling up with tears as she realized the severity of the situation. She pleaded desperately, her voice trembling, "Please, sir, I will do anything to make it right. I beg for another chance. I will bear any consequences, I swear."

The Marquis's gaze shifted from Amelia to Yn, a calculating glint in his eyes. Yn's heart sank as she braced herself for what the Marquis was about to say.

"Agreed. Consequences must be borne," the Marquis responded as he shifted closer to Yn. This time his eyes were fixated on Yn, watching her reaction, as he revealed, "However, it had been discussed yesterday. Yn will bear the consequences on your behalf."

Amelia's eyes widened in shock and her mouth agape in disbelief at what she heard. Yn, on the other hand, had her gaze averted away from Amelia and her face held a mixture of shame and embarrassment. Her body was stiff with a tense posture as the shock of the situation sunk in. It was evident that Yn did not want her to find out like this. If anything, she wished no one would know about her deal with the Marquis de Gramont and their upcoming private dinner.

The Marquis' lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile. He turned his attention back to Amelia, his gaze piercing through her like a dagger. "Consider yourself fortunate, that Yn is willing to shoulder your burden. Remember this act of loyalty, for it may be your only saving grace."

The Marquis looked Yn up and down in a way that was both appraising and appreciative. His smirk revealed his satisfaction with what he saw, leaving no doubt as to his thoughts. His eyes were sparkling with a hint of pleasure, and his mouth curved upwards into a smug smirk.

He nodded his head quietly before he said, "Come, Yn. We shall tend to the deal we made."

Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself against the Marquis's gaze. She knew that what she was about to do was risky, but if she could satisfy him for the night, Amelia's career would be taken from the chopping block. She had done this to herself and made a deal with the devil, so she'd have to fulfill her end of the bargain.

She chanced a glance at Amelia who was still stunned at the revelation. She gave her a sad smile and said, "Don't forget to talk to Mr. Malone, okay?"

She turned around and followed the Marquis out of his office, aware of Amelia's eyes following her until the new girl was snapped out of a trance by another bodyguard who told her to leave the office.

The Marquis and Yn walked in silence down the winding halls of the casino, the only sound was the click of the Marquis' dress shoes on the polished marble floors. His loyal bodyguard followed them from behind. Finally, they exited the casino through the entrance and out into the city streets.

A sleek black limousine awaited them outside the casino, its engine humming softly. The Marquis opened the door and gestured for Yn to step inside, even placing a hand on her back purposely. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and uncertainty. As she entered the luxurious vehicle, she couldn't help but feel trapped.

The Marquis followed suit, sliding into the limousine with an air of confidence and authority. His smug expression remained firmly in place, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. The door was closed behind him by his loyal bodyguard, sealing them off from the outside world.

The limousine's interior is luxurious and opulent, with plush leather seats, polished wood accents, and dim ambient lighting lending a sense of sophistication. The atmosphere inside the limousine was heavy with a mix of scents; the leather seats had a scent of newness, while the wood accents carried a subtle hint of fresh cedar. There was also the faint aroma of expensive cologne, adding to the air of mystery and power.

The Marquis settled into his seat, his knee bumping against Yn's, causing her to sneakily look over. He was spreading his legs wide enough that one of his knees brushed against hers. When she sensed his gaze landing on her, she averted her gaze and looked out the window. The male beside her stared at her quietly, like he was silently relishing the control he held over her.

The vehicle started moving, the quiet hum of the engine filling the small space, as the limousine glided through the darkening city streets. Yn felt the tension in the air build as she could feel the Marquis's gaze burning into her head.

The Marquis' voice broke the heavy silence, his voice thick with a French accent was dripping with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You look ravishing, ma lapine."

He paused to scrutinize her. He eyed her figure up and down and harrumphed in pleasure and satisfaction as he spoke, "Hmm... The way that dress hugs your curves, it makes it difficult for me."

Yn's discomfort grew as the Marquis's words washed over her. She tried to maintain her composure, reminding herself of the deal she had struck, but the unease within her intensified. The compliments felt more like veiled manipulation than genuine praise.

"Thank you, sir," Yn responded politely, her voice laced with a hint of unease. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, inching slightly away from the Marquis to create some distance between them. The confined space of the limousine only seemed to amplify her unease.

The Marquis, seemingly undeterred by Yn's reluctance, continued to engage her in conversation. He spoke about the casino's operations, his travels, and various aspects of his glamorous life. Yn responded with polite nods and brief answers, trying her best to keep the conversation at arm's length.

"You seem tense, ma lapine," the Marquis observed, a hint of curiosity and smugness in his eyes. "Is it the anticipation of what lies ahead?"

Yn hesitated, her mind racing to come up with a suitable response. She couldn't reveal her true concerns, the weight of the consequences she had shouldered for Amelia's sake. Instead, she opted for a lie that would redirect the conversation away from her personal predicament.

"No, sir... It's just... I'm worried about what Mr. Malone will think about my sudden absence," Yn replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. "He's a strict man when it comes to punctuality."

The Marquis's lips curled into a knowing smile, amusement flickering in his eyes. His voice carried a hint of something dark as he reassured her, "Ah, don't worry. I have told Malone. He understands the importance of our personal... affair this evening."

As he finished speaking, the Marquis placed his hand on Yn's knee, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Yn's discomfort surged, and she instinctively shifted her knee away from his grasp, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window.

The Frenchman withdrew his hand, a faint smirk playing on his lips as if he found it amusing to see how uncomfortable Yn appeared because of him. The air inside the limousine grew heavier, the tension palpable, as Yn felt anxious about what she did.

Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She knew she had to play her part, but the Marquis' advances were testing her resolve. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. But her heart was pounding, and her palms were slick with sweat. Somehow, she had to survive the next few hours with this man, and she didn't know if she could do it.

As the limousine glided through the city streets, Yn's mind was in overdrive, trying to assure herself that she would finish her part of the deal with dignity still intact by the end of this evening. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped, and the Marquis's touch made her skin crawl.

Just then, the limousine came to a stop, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. She realized as she stared out the window that they were located somewhere remote and halted in front of a huge mansion that screamed filthy rich. The door by the Marquis' side was opened by the bodyguard, and he stepped out, offering his hand to Yn to help her out of the car.

Yn hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, feeling a shiver run down her spine as his fingers curled around hers. She stepped out of the limousine, her heels clicking against the pavement as she stood beside the Marquis. She looked up at the mansion, awe-struck by its grandeur and magnificence. It was a stark contrast to the city streets they had just left behind.

Another thing she easily perceived was the great number of bodyguards outside the building. They were all dressed in grey suits, and some of them were women. Their faces were masked with stoic expressions and gazes that can’t be read. They stared straight ahead while they stood in two straight and even lines, a path leading from the limousine to the grand entrance of the mansion.

"Welcome to my humble abode, ma lapine," the Marquis suddenly spoke up, giving out his arm to signify her to grab it. He added, "We have time to spare so I will show you around."

Yn was speechless as she subconsciously grabbed his arm. The Marquis led the way to the front door and passed his numerous bodyguards. Once they stepped inside thanks to two more bodyguards opening the door for them, Yn felt as if she had been transported to another world.

The interior of the mansion was breathtaking, with ornate decorations and furnishings that exuded elegance and sophistication. The Marquis gave her a grand tour, showcasing his collection of art, antiques, and exotic possessions from his travels around the world.

Yn's face lit up, giving her a dreamy and radiant expression, as she took in the grandeur of the mansion. Her eyes sparkled with admiration and awe, and her mouth opened slightly in amazement. The Marquis watched her with a proud and pleased expression, a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes darted from Yn to the various objects around the mansion, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction to each one.

As they walked through the hallways, Yn couldn't help but feel intimidated by the opulence of it all. She felt like an outsider, out of place in this world of extravagance and luxury. The Marquis seemed to revel in her discomfort, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence as he pointed out various artifacts and paintings, as if showing off his wealth and power.

But the tour eventually came to an end as they reached a set of doors that led to a private wing of the mansion. The Marquis turned to Yn with a glint in his eye that made her heart skip a beat.

"Shall we retire to my bedroom, ma lapine?" he asked, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek.

Yn's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively stepped back, her eyes wide with fear and panic. She was about to protest when the Marquis chuckled in amusement. He told her, "I was kidding. But, come. It's time to see your part of the deal. We would have that private dinner in my bedroom, on the balcony."

Yn let out a sigh of relief. She followed him to the private wing of the mansion, her mind racing with thoughts. She wondered what kind of dinner the Marquis had planned for them since everything inside this mansion was majestic and rich. She looked to the side to see it was his loyal bodyguard still tailing them from behind.

As they entered the bedroom, Yn was struck by its opulence. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed in the middle and a balcony overlooking the city. The walls were adorned with gold-framed paintings, and the furniture was made of the finest wood.

The Marquis gestured towards the balcony, where a candlelit table was set up with silverware and crystal glasses. Yn could smell the delicious aroma of food wafting through the air.

The Marquis pulled out a chair for Yn and seated her before taking his own seat across from her. The bodyguard stood behind the Marquis, watching their every move with a scrutinizing gaze. Yn felt the cool breeze on her face as she took in the breathtaking view of the city skyline. The Marquis poured her a glass of wine, and they began to eat the sumptuous meal that had been laid out in front of them.

The food was exquisite, and Yn couldn't help but feel in awe of this experience. She had never tasted anything like these before, and she savored every bite. The Marquis watched her with a satisfied expression, his eyes drinking in her beauty as she ate.

Yn was acutely aware of the Marquis's gaze on her, and it made her uneasy even amidst the lavishness of the setting. She maintained a composed facade, gracefully savoring each morsel, though her mind was racing with conflicting emotions and thoughts.

"So, enlighten me, Yn," the Marquis began as he put down his utensils and leaned against the backrest of his chair. One of his legs was resting atop the other and both of his arms were placed on the armrests. He asked, "Do your parents work?"

Yn's heart sank for a moment, realizing that the Marquis was delving into personal territory. It was a topic she preferred to keep tightly guarded, as it held painful memories and private struggles. She had learned to navigate life without the support of her father, and her mother's illness was a burden she carried with a heavy heart.

Besides that, she knew she had to be careful with her responses, as revealing too much could give him leverage over her. She chose her words carefully, attempting to deflect the conversation away from her family.

"My mother doesn't work," she replied, deciding not to divulge the whole truth about her family situation. "She's staying at home, and I help take care of her."

The Marquis raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by her response. "That must be quite challenging for you, balancing your responsibilities here and at home."

"It has its difficulties, but I manage," she replied quietly. She hoped that by ending the topic fast, she could avoid any further probing questions.

But the Marquis was an astute and perceptive man, and he seemed to sense her evasion. He leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto hers as one eyebrow of his rose, and he asked, "What about your father, hmm?"

Yn's heart raced, and she could feel her palms becoming clammy. She had not expected him to inquire about her father, and her mind raced to find a suitable response that wouldn't give away too much. The truth about her father's infidelity and their broken family was too personal and painful to share with a stranger like the Marquis.

"My father..." Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "He's not in the picture. My mother and I manage just fine."

The Marquis studied her carefully, his dark eyes seemingly piercing through her facade. She could feel his gaze weighing on her, and she instinctively looked down, pretending to be absorbed in her food.

"I see," the Marquis said, his voice dropping slightly lower. "You've had to shoulder such responsibilities at a young age."

Yn nodded, not trusting herself to speak further. She tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, hoping to divert his attention from prying into her personal life.

"What about you, sir?" she asked, trying to sound genuinely curious. "You must have a family of your own?"

The Marquis chuckled as if amused by the question. He replied, "Ah, my life is rather... complicated. Let's just say that I have my responsibilities as well. Still, I find ways to entertain myself through them."

He flashed a knowing smile, making it clear that he had no intention of divulging his personal life either. Yn felt a shiver run down her spine as she pondered the hidden meaning behind his words. The Marquis was a mysterious man, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease around him. She remembered Sophia, one of her coworkers at the casino, saying that she had heard of the Marquis being involved in the underworld. She thought: Could it be that he was referring to those kinds of responsibilities?

She tried to shake off her discomfort and focus on the present moment, savoring the exquisite food and enjoying the opulent surroundings.

As they continued their dinner, the conversation remained more on the surface, discussing general topics like art, culture, and the city's social scene. Yn was relieved that the Marquis seemed to have let go of prying into her personal life, but she remained cautious, knowing that he was a master manipulator.

Yn realized that navigating this evening would be a delicate dance, a constant balancing act between protecting her secrets and playing along with the Marquis's advances. She knew she had to tread carefully, as one wrong step could have dire consequences for herself and those she cared about.

After dessert, just as a few bodyguards came in and cleaned up the dishes, the Marquis suddenly called for the bodyguard who was always accompanying him, "Chidi."

Yn shot a glance at the bodyguard whom she then knew his name. Chidi advanced forward till he stood next to the Marquis. That's when she saw it. A medium-sized velvet box was given to the Marquis. Chidi then backed away and, for some reason, exited the bedroom wordlessly.

The Marquis uncrossed his legs, leaned closer to the table, and placed it there, pushing it closer to Yn. She was puzzled and made no move or utter a word as she stared at him quizzically. The Frenchman's corners of his lips turned upward as he told her, "For you. You may open it."

Yn's curiosity was piqued as the Marquis urged her to open the velvet box. With a mixture of intrigue and caution, she delicately lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside the box lay an exquisite piece of jewelry nestled inside—a minimalist rose gold pearl necklace. Yn was thoroughly captivated by it as her eyes widened in awe.

"It's beautiful," Yn whispered, her voice clearly filled with admiration. She was dazzled by the craftsmanship and elegance of the necklace, unable to deny its undeniable allure.

The Marquis leaned back in his chair, observing her reaction with a smirk. He commented smoothly, "It's a rare piece, just like you."

She could not find it in herself to touch the piece of jewelry so she closed the lid and carefully placed it on the table. Yn’s expression was one of shock as her wide eyes gazed at the handsome Marquis as if she was looking for answers in his face. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a glimmer of wonder in her gaze, as she struggled to comprehend the thoughtful gift that he just bestowed upon her.

Yn's mind was in a whirlwind of emotions. The gift was exquisite, and a part of her was drawn to its beauty, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. It was too extravagant, too much for her to accept from a man she hardly knew. The weight of his intentions and the underlying implications of his gesture pressed upon her.

"Sir, I... I appreciate your gesture," Yn began, her voice filled with uncertainty. "But this necklace, it's too much for me. I can't accept such a gift."

The Marquis leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. His voice was silky and persuasive as he said, "Beauty deserves to be adorned and cherished. This necklace is a reflection of the allure and elegance I see in you. I insist you accept it."

Yn's heart fluttered at his words, his charm and flattery momentarily clouding her judgment. She was drawn to his words, the way he made her feel seen and valued. But she couldn't ignore the nagging voice of caution in her mind, reminding her of the potential consequences of accepting such a gift from a man of his stature and reputation. She felt like if she accepted it, she would delve into a dark abyss where she would be more involved with the mysterious Marquis.

Suddenly, the Marquis stood up from his seat without giving her enough time to properly mull over her decision. She remained in her seat, looking up at the Frenchman with doe eyes of innocence and curiosity as he strode to her side. He then reached out his hand and spoke, "Let me put it on you."

Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But the Marquis' persuasive and confident demeanor, along with the allure of the necklace, won her over. She extended her hand and placed it on the open palm the Marquis offered to her, allowing him to guide her to her feet. As she stood before him, she felt a surge of vulnerability coursing through her veins.

He then pulled her gently a few steps away from the table. Once she stood at a spot, he turned her around till she was facing the grand view from the balcony overlooking the city. After grabbing the velvet box on the candlelit table, the Marquis approached her, his fingers delicately grasping the necklace.

He stood behind her, his presence enveloping her in warmth. Yn's heart raced as his fingers lifted her hair, exposing the nape of her neck. Breeze blew softly against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The Marquis then fastened the clasp of the necklace, his fingers brushing against her skin in the process and the coolness of the pearls meeting the warmth of Yn's skin. She couldn't help but catch her breath, feeling the weight of the necklace settle around her neck like a shackle.

Yn touched the pearls with her fingertips, feeling the weight of the necklace against her skin. It was undoubtedly a stunning piece, and she couldn't deny the small surge of pleasure it brought her. But alongside that pleasure was a sense of unease, a lingering feeling that accepting this gift would intertwine her fate with the enigmatic Marquis in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

"Thank you," Yn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's beautiful. But I don't know if I could accept this."

All of a sudden, she felt large hands grasping her shoulders from behind. She knew without a doubt that it was the Marquis who was still standing behind her. Trepidation coursed through her body, freezing the warm feelings she got from the necklace. She then heard his voice from behind, "Take it. It's a gift, and I want you to always wear it."

Yn could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The silence was all she could provide him as a reply as she started to tremble in his grip. That was when she felt something press against her bare shoulder, then a smacking noise followed. She did not have to glance over to know that the Marquis was placing kisses there.

Yn's heart raced with fear as the Marquis continued to place kisses on her bare skin. His hands trailed down her arms in a possessive manner, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. She could feel the weight of the necklace around her neck, acting as a physical reminder of the Marquis' hold on her.

His kisses gradually trailed from her shoulder to her neck. He began planting kisses around the area in a slow, methodical manner, his fingers gently caressing her arms in the process. Yn could feel her heart racing, unable to find her voice to speak up. She could only bite her lip and continue to listen to the smacking noises as he began to nibble on her neck.

"Stop..." Yn managed to mutter, her breath hitching in her throat.

But the Marquis was relentless in his assault, his lips continuing to trail down her neck. Suddenly, his hands drifted to her arms and gently grasped them. Instinctively, Yn attempted to pull her arms away and move away from him, but she was met with his unyielding grip around her arms.

"Don't resist," she heard the Marquis murmuring as his lips neared her nape.

Her heart raced, fear coursing through her veins. She could feel his warm breath and his lips against her neck, and she could hear his words in her ear. The adrenaline rush coursed through her body as she tried to push the Marquis away from her.

But it was all in vain. The Marquis was too strong and bigger than she was, and her resistance only aroused him more. Yn could feel his lips moving to the side of her neck, where she felt teeth clamp on her skin. She struggled to free herself from the man's hold, a faint scream escaping her lips.

"Stop!" she raised her voice, still trapped by him, "This is not part of our deal! It's supposed to be just a dinner!"

Suddenly, the Marquis let go of her and he withdrew his head. Yn immediately moved away from him and spun around to face him. Her face contorted with rage, her eyes wide and her lips forming a tight line. Her cheeks flushed red and her fists were clenched as she stared at the Marquis with a look of utter disdain.

The Marquis' face had a look of satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes glazed with lust. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he adjusted his suit and brushed off his jacket. He seemed arrogant and in control with every movement he made. He then met Yn's gaze.

"Ah, our deal," he nodded as his lips curved upside down in amusement for a fleeting moment, "You're right."

Yn stared at him while breathing heavily before she moved to rush past him. She exited the balcony and strode speedily towards the door of the bedroom. She opened the door aggressively, wanting to just leave this building as soon as possible when she halted abruptly in her track.

Chidi was standing in the middle of the doorway, blocking the exit. He stood with his hands grasping one another in front of his body. His eyes were narrowed and his face was solemn as he looked down at Yn, looking completely unsurprised to see her about to rush off. It's as if he had expected her.

The sound of calm footsteps approaching them from behind her made Yn turn around with eyes widening in fear. The Marquis sauntered toward them, his hands still tucked into his pockets, his dark gaze still boring into her. Yn held her breath as she felt completely trapped on the spot despite how huge the mansion was.

"You are forgetting one thing, ma lapine," the Marquis spoke up as he removed his rich red jacket, fully revealing him in the black waistcoat. He then tossed the piece of clothing to the side uncaringly. Then he added to Yn, "The deal is a private dinner with me until I am satisfied. And now..."

He paused to loosen up his necktie from around his neck, and he continued in a dark tone, "I have yet to be satisfied."

Feeling the Marquis' hungry gaze on her, Yn trembled timidly as she looked at the ground. She then scowled at him and said with slight indignation in her tone, "You twist the deal."

"Not at all," answered the Frenchman as he advanced closer to her, "I said exactly that and you agreed. That's our deal, and you haven't fulfilled that part yet. Your friend could still very well be fired now."

Yn frowned in terror and she stared wide-eyed at him. Her heart raced and she felt a chill run down her spine as her blood turned cold. She was so stunned that she couldn't even see the Marquis coming to her and wrapping his arms around her.

He pulled her close to his chest and Yn's heart jumped into her throat at the sudden closeness. The Marquis looked down at her face and the gleam in his eyes seemed to darken. He then leaned in closer to her face and pressed his lips on hers.

His lips were warm and supple. Yn could feel his warm breath on her face and she could smell his scent - a masculine one that smelt of spice and something else that Yn couldn't name. She could feel him, too - his front body against hers, his lips on her own, and his arms encircling her waist.

The feel of his body touching hers overwhelmed her so much that she finally struggled in his embrace. She yelled against his lips, "No! Don't touch me!"

The Marquis responded immediately by clutching her jaw with his hand and pulling her face closer to his. Yn gasped in shock and he took that chance to deepen the kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue, as his other hand traveled her body, caressing her buttocks before it raised up the bottom of her dress.

That's when she heard the door shutting behind her. She thrashed around in his grip and managed to look over her shoulder to see that Chidi had closed the door and left the two of them. Her heart thudded in her ribcage at the sight and she couldn't help but panic.

"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling vehemently and pushing the man away by his chest.

However, she was stunned to silence when the Marquis grabbed her by the jaw forcefully and tugged her close to his face. His rage-filled eyes glared down at her, the shadow projecting over them making them appear even more ominous, as his mouth was in a straight slash with immense contempt.

"You're forgetting the deal," he hissed through his gritted teeth, "But if you want, I could let you go. But I will call Malone and tell him that your precious friend is fired! And since you disobey me, I will cut your earning!"

Yn froze in an instant, her eyes widening like saucers as she stared back at him in absolute disbelief and horror. No. She could not have the money she earned from the casino cut at this moment. Not when she was so close to paying the full amount of her mother's medical bills. Not when her mother's life's on the line. Not when her mother seemed so sick recently.

But she couldn't believe how far the Marquis would go to achieve what he desired. She could see his eyes burning with desire and his grip on her jaw tightened as if to physically make her submit to his whims. One of her hands instinctively grabbed the forearm of the hand that held her jaw. She stared at him wide-eyed with a frown of stupefaction as she pondered.

The Marquis glared down at her before his eyes relaxed due to realization and confusion. He noticed right away how she froze in his grip and how scared she was when he said he would cut her earning. Her reaction intrigued him and he wondered if she took the casino job only for the huge pay she would earn. But for what, he did not know. However, he then knew for sure that his threat about money had a good hold on her.

She was so scared that her hands started to tremble and her vision blurred over. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her breath became shallow and quick. She felt something wet running down her cheek, but she brushed it off as sweat. That was until the Marquis brought his other hand to her face and gently wiped it with his thumb.

"If you don't want it to be cut," he said, a dark smile on his face, "Then do as I say and it won't be."

Yn shed more tears as she loosened up in his hold. The Marquis noticed this and slowly let her jaw go before he pulled her into his chest, embracing her in a mock show of affection. His arms went around her waist and he pressed the length of her body against his.

"Do not fret," the Marquis said, his mouth beside her ear, "There's no need for tears. I'll be gentle."

She made no move to hug him back as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks as the horrifying predicament of the situation dawned on her. She couldn't let the Marquis do a pay cut to her earning from the casino. She needed the money badly. She had to endure one or two more months to collect the full amount of money to pay her mother's medical bills. Cutting her earning would make the process slower and her mother's life was at stake then.

Plus, the last time she saw her mother, the latter seemed so frail. It's as if death had gotten so close to her this time. If the Marquis cut off her earning and slowed the whole process down, would her mother still be alive?

She couldn't let that happen. She was so close. She couldn't jeopardize it.

Yn then looked up to stare at the smug Frenchman. Her glassy doe eyes gazed at him and she thought: If she gives him what he wants, he would leave her alone, right? He would not chase her around again.

The Marquis was pleased to her staring at him with those eyes. He then gently brushed off her tears with his thumbs and said in a low voice, "Don't fight me on this. It's for tonight only, okay?"

Yn wiped away her tears with her hand and she gave a small nod in response. She was so teary-eyed that she couldn't meet the Marquis' eyes.

The Marquis smirked in victory before he brought her chin up with his hand, leaned in, and kissed her again. This time, Yn didn't struggle like before and she let him kiss her. She shut her eyes and let out a whimper at his soft touch. She felt him pressing her against him as his kisses grew aggressive and impatient.

She felt his hands roam her body as if on their own will. But before long, she felt that gentle touch and the small tingles of his fingers trailing down her arms. She felt a shiver go down her spine when his hands reached down her back and then picked up the bottom of her dress. She was surprised when she felt his hands grope her ass, squeezing and feeling her there, leaving her skin electrified. He did so over and over again until she felt his fingers delve down past her buttocks and rub against her pussy through the panties.

He kissed her so sloppily because he was more focused on his fingers rubbing against her pussy. His tongue had invaded her mouth and dominated hers easily as she gasped at the foreign sensation he did down there.

That's when she felt her panties being moved to the side. For the first time in her life, Yn felt a foreign object rub against the lips of her pussy. She flinched and twitched at the sensation but the Marquis did not relent and he kept rubbing his fingers against her slit, all the while locking his lips with hers incessantly. She was left to lean her whole body fully against his chest as she let out a breathy moan, her tears brimming her eyes as she trembled in his arms.

The Marquis was relentlessly rubbing against her clit and it sent pleasure surging through her body. She was forced to moan into his mouth as she put both of her hands on his chest for something to grip on. She felt a lot of things were happening. Her mouth was thoroughly sucked and dominated by his while her clit was caressed violently by his fingers. She had never felt so suffocated by many sensations, and one thing she could focus on was the nagging pleasure.

She felt her pussy getting wetter by the second. She felt a strange new feeling, one she couldn't describe. A sound that was not human, but rather the primal call of a female, then escaped her lips.

The Marquis picked up the sound and he then continued to lick and suck her lips even more, forcing out more moans from the lady. He felt her whole body shudder in his arms with every move he made, and it was a sight to behold. He lapped at Yn's lips and drank her sweet saliva as he continued toying with her pussy, finding out what gave her the most pleasure.

She knew it was wrong. What he was doing was wrong. She knew she should hate it. But it just felt so amazingly good. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger and she felt herself getting close to an orgasm. She became tensed in his hold as that sensation got higher and higher. His fingers became swifter too, stubbornly rubbing her pussy and clit with more pressure, and that's when she felt the explosion of a climax.

She moaned lightly as she harshly gripped the Marquis' black waistcoat. Her whole body trembled like leaves due to the orgasm, her mouth was left wide open, giving him easy access to kiss her more fervently. She had subconsciously bent forward, pushing her breasts against his chest as her thighs closed in, leaving his fingers lock against her gushing pussy.

As the climax began to die down, she felt her knees weakening and she was on the verge of collapsing but the Marquis caught her and steadied her. Not only that, he put his hands around her and carried her in bridal style. She was breathing heavily in his arms, her eyes closed, and he stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her flushed face.

She was still coming down from the high of the explosive orgasm when she felt herself being lowered down onto something soft and comfortable. She figured out it was a bed as her hands instinctively grabbed onto the blanket to grip something as she still felt the slowing surge of intense pleasure.

She heard the sound of fabric rustling before something dropped onto the floor. She then felt the straps of her dress on her shoulders being loosened. The dress was pulled down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps following the trail of the dress. The Marquis pushed the dress down completely and Yn felt it slither off of her body until she lay in only her white lace bra and her plain white panties. She could feel the cold air of the room brush against her exposed skin

She felt the bed shift again as the Marquis got on the bed. Her eyes shot open and she looked towards the source of the movement. She swallowed dryly at the shocking sight. He had gotten rid of his shirt and waistcoat, revealing his upper body fully bare.

He had a strong, muscular physique with distinct chest muscles and a broad, strong back. His abdomen was toned and his arms had visible veins and muscles that rippled as he moves. His skin was smooth, with no blemishes or marks. He had a flat stomach and light six-pack abs that were barely visible against his skin. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. He stared at Yn's body as if he was going to devour her and it really made her feel naked.

Suddenly, she felt sturdy hands grip her ankles and pull her legs apart. She gripped the blanket tighter as she felt a sudden cool breeze brush against her exposed pussy. She realized that he had just taken off her panties, but she was exhausted and powerless to stop him. She was spread and vulnerable.

The Marquis then went for her bra. He moved his hands underneath her body and unclasped the hook. He then tossed the piece behind him. Her body became exposed to the light of the room. She felt a chill run down her spine as her breasts became exposed to the open air of the room. She felt so shy being naked in front of a man. One she didn't actually know.

He put his hand on each side of her head as he positioned himself in between her legs. She then felt something poking against the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes widened with fear and dread as realization set in. She knew what was going to happen. It was apparently what the Marquis wanted. He had to threaten her to get to this point, and now it was going to be real. She gripped the blanket tighter as she felt the invasion near.

That was when an idea lit up in her head.

“Wait!”

The Marquis was startled by the sudden voice of the girl who had been quiet the whole time. He paused his movements and looked down at her.

Yn knew she could not stop him from this. He would threaten her more and make it clear that he would make her life a miserable one. But she had an idea - one that would at least comfort her inwardly as she spread her legs for him.

She began with a soft and whimpery voice, “Please… After this is done, I want compensation… Because this is too much for me… I don’t do this… I want… All I want is just something to compensate for this…”

Understanding registered in the Marquis’ head. He stared her down as his eyes glimmered with filthy lust that plainly told he was desiring her body. He let out a huge exhale as he queried, "What kind of compensation?"

Yn swallowed dryly before she revealed, "50 thousand dollars. Please. That's all. You can have my body and all I want is just that. If you want, you can... reduce it to 25k... or even 10k."

The Marquis scoffed and he looked like he was about to force himself on her, but Yn was adamant this time. She brought her hands to his cheeks and begged, "Please! This matters so much to me!"

He appeared taken aback by her persistence and the way she held his cheeks in her hands. He regarded her with a long stare and Yn could tell how puzzled he was. She could only hope that he did not question her about it.

However, she was astonished when he let out another sigh before he pursed his lips and said, "Fine. 50 thousand."

Yn was surprised. He thought he would choose to pay her the cheapest amount, but he still went with the highest. It was a lot of money, especially for her who was very much poor. She smiled in relief, but then her smile dropped instantaneously as she felt it.

The Marquis' cock rubbed against the entrance of her wet pussy. She was still extremely tight and he could feel her resisting the slight tightness. He slid his cock upwards, sliding it against her sensitive clit. Yn felt like she was going to die from the pleasure that shot up her body. She whimpered as she felt her clit being rubbed by his cock, and she felt like she was going to explode.

She heard the Marquis say as he leaned closer to her ear, "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

She shivered at those words as she felt him push his cock back downwards, rubbing it against her entrance before pushing it in.

She felt her insides being forced to stretch and fit over his girth, which wasn't a small one. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he slowly slid his cock into her. She felt her pussy being stretched to the limit, and she felt like she was going to tear soon. The pain was unbearable as he pushed his cock further into her.

She felt like he was tearing her apart and because of the pain, her hands shot up to push against his bare chest. She cried out, "Stop! It hurts!"

The Marquis just looked at her and smirked, "You are full of surprises, ma lapine. You are a virgin."

Yn tried to glare at him but moaned in pain as she did so. Tears began to brim in her eyes as she felt him thrust his cock in deeper. She felt like her insides were going to be torn apart. She let out a cry of pain as she felt her pussy being stretched further to fit his length. She felt like she was about to split open. She felt the Marquis' hands dig into her hips as he pushed more and more of his member inside her until it reached the hilt.

He moaned in pleasure as her tight pussy was wrapped around his penis. He looked down at her expression and saw that one tear had rolled down her cheek. She looked tired and helpless beneath him as her pussy hugged his cock perfectly. He leaned down and licked the teardrop shamelessly.

The pain continued to pierce through Yn's body. She was whimpering, her eyes closing and her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Her hands had stopped pushing against his chest and she laid them down next to her shoulders. She looked up and realized that their missionary position forced her to stare directly at him. She quickly averted her gaze and looked to the side, not wanting to look at him as he got what he wanted.

She felt his cock twitch and jerk as he leaned closer to her. She looked back up to see him staring down at her with a hungry expression. He began to fuck her like that, deep and slow, taking his time in enjoying the tightness of her pussy. He was thrusting in and out of her extremely slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt around his girth. It was a slow rhythm and he seemed to love the feeling of her tight cunt around his cock.

He groaned in pleasure as her face contorted in pain. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream, and her head was moving back and forth upon each thrust. Her hands lay limply upon the bed as she lay there, taking his thrusts. She felt him pulling her against him with each thrust as he began to pick up his speed bit by bit.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to whimper in pain. She felt like she was being split in two, and the pain was excruciating.

The Marquis just continued to fuck her, thrusting into her as he leaned down and began to lick and suck on her breasts. His tongue licked over her nipples, gently stimulating them as they hardened. He sucked on them and played with them as he continued to thrust into her in a rhythm that gradually sped up.

Yn let out a loud moan as she felt him continue to trace licking over her nipples. They were hardening under his touch and she was beginning to feel pleasure from his tongue. It felt like the Marquis was doing this to purposefully drive her insane. He continued to toy with her nipples with his mouth.

Her pussy tightened even more as that pleasure from her breasts flowed through her body. She moaned lightly as she experienced a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt overwhelmed by a lot of mixed sensations. It was like pain and pleasure combining into this toxic liquid that surged throughout her body and she couldn't think clearly. She felt like she wanted to take it or run.

The Marquis was groaning in pleasure as he felt the incredible tightness of her pussy. He was driving himself crazy with the pleasure that her pussy provided.

He was patient. Patient enough. He had taken his time to make her his, and now that she was here beneath him, he was going to enjoy it. He was going to fuck her senseless until all she could do was moan. He continued to thrust deep into her pussy, his hips pumping against her soft ass. He thrust forward and pulled out, stretching her pussy with his girth and length. He pushed himself in and out of her, rotating his hips and thrusting strongly into her.

Eventually, his pace became harder and faster. Yn gasped and moaned as he began to thrust in rougher. He raised his upper body, his hands grasped tightly onto her hips and he controlled her hips to his liking. He was pounding into her with force and vigor, and both of their bodies were colliding together. Her pussy felt like it was on fire with the rough fucking he was giving her.

Yn was moaning and staring up at him in shock. She felt it. The tip of his cock rammed against the entrance of her womb repeatedly. It sort of hurt yet pleasurable at the same time. He was filling her up, his cock throbbing within her as he fucked her fast. She could feel his heartbeat inside her and it was racing just as fast as she.

Yn watched as his body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing and his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was fucking her with so much force, so much strength. His large hands held her hips tightly as he slammed into her with ferocity. She felt him pounding his cock into her, his hips colliding with her ass, and her legs around his waist swinging wildly in the air following his movements. He was taking her hard like she was his fucktoy.

She felt his cock hitting the entrance of her womb as he continued to pound into her. She moaned in pleasure despite the mixture of pain and pleasure. She was sweating under him, her pussy walls tightening around his cock as he continued to plow her.

The Marquis was a powerful figure, his body slick with sweat, muscle tensing and bulging as he thrust and pounded into her. His hands grasped fiercely onto her hips, controlling her movements as he dominated her. His hips moved in a rapid rhythm, ramming into her rear with pummeling energy that sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.

There was a mix of pheromones in the air, a musky scent of aroused bodies entwined that filled the room. Yn could smell his sweat, mixed with her own as they moved together and heated up the atmosphere around them.

His grunting and moaning matched hers as they collided together, their genitals slapping together like thunder amidst a violent storm. His breaths were labored as he pushed himself harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin overlapping with his grunts and hers.

Yn bounced up and down the bed as her breasts and the necklace swung wildly with her motion. She moaned, at this point, the pain had subsided as if her pussy had gotten used to the stretch and the violent thrusts of the cock inside her. Her hand was gripping the sheet hard on each side of her head. The way she looked beneath him was exquisite to the Marquis as she let him violate her like a toy.

That's when she realized that he was watching her. He leaned down, placing each forearm of his on each side of her head, and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Yn moaned as his tongue dominated her from the inside. She swore she felt her eyes roll up in pleasure and suffocation upon feeling the Marquis ravish her in two ways - through her wet pussy and her mouth.

He was pounding her pussy roughly in a mating press. Her legs were pressed against her chest by him as he towered over her directly, slamming his cock inside her relentlessly. She moaned with his tongue inside her mouth as she felt his cock pounding against her G-spot, sending pleasurable shocks across her body again and again. She could almost feel his cock throbbing with a rapid beat within her.

The Marquis felt her pussy tighten around his cock, knowing she was nearing her climax. For Yn, it was all too much for her as she felt her body heating up even more. She couldn't take it anymore and she felt a burst of pleasure build up within her body, her gushing pussy walls gripping his cock tightly.

She suddenly tensed up in the mating press, her moans were muffled by his mouth and tongue, as she climaxed beneath him. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock over and over again.

However, the Marquis did not stop there, despite knowing she was orgasming within his hold, as he continued to ram his cock into her with brutal force. Yn was dumbfounded that he wasn't stopping and she felt so overstimulated and oversensitive since she was still climaxing.

She cried out as she struggled beneath him, attempting to dislodge his cock and flee from the mating press she was pushed in, "Stop! Pull out! I'm still...!"

But the Marquis did not stop. He ignored her cries as he continued to fuck her with force as she thrashed and cried beneath him. He felt the grip of her pussy tighten around his cock, feeling her vagina squirt juices all over his shaft and balls as her cunt continued to spasm and convulse around his cock. He smirked and continued to fuck her, knowing full well about the explosions her female body could muster.

His cock continued to pound against her G-spot, overloading her senses and overwhelming her mind. It almost felt like she was on the verge of passing out from all the pleasure and pain in her body. She kept struggling in vain to get him off her, but he was too strong, her body was weak and feeble compared to his.

That's when she experienced her second orgasm, a powerful and strong wave of bliss and pleasure coursed through her body, exploding from her pussy and spreading throughout her entire body. She screamed and her eyes were rolling up as she experienced a powerful one. Her body was trembling and twitching under the Marquis' hold. Her pussy spasmed tightly around his cock with such intensity and power that she swore she saw stars.

But the Marquis wasn't done yet. He fucked her with her pussy juices lubricating his cock, thrusting deeper and harder into her with each thrust. His cock was overstimulated by her second orgasm and she felt the man's cock twitch and pulse clearly inside her pussy walls.

Despite the hazy cloud of the climax, the realization fell upon her like bricks as she understood what was going to happen soon. She immediately yelled, pushing against his chest yet again, "Pull out! Don't cum inside!"

But all her attempts at fighting him were in vain. He was too strong and she was too weak. He didn't stop or pull out despite her pleas and cries as he continued pounding his cock into her harshly. She weakly tried to push against his chest while feeling the way his cock rammed in and out of her squelching pussy.

The Marquis grabbed the hands that were attempting to push him and pinned them against the bed on each side of her head, rendering her helpless. She weakly struggled, but he ignored her and slammed his cock against her g-spot. His grip on her wrists was too tight and she was too weak to fight him.

Suddenly, the Marquis slammed hard and stopped deep within her. He groaned loudly as he pressed more into her. That's when she felt it. Yn cried out; her entire body shaking as he climaxed within her. His cock twitched and pulsed as he shot his seed into her womb. She felt the hot seed coat her womb and fill her like hot water filled a glass.

She cried out in despair as she felt his seed fill her completely. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as her body continued to convulse as she was still climaxing. She didn't know why she was still climaxing, but she felt like her entire body was on fire and she was filled with ecstasy.

"No!" she cried out, "No! Pull out! Pull out! Please!"

But that only spurred the Marquis on. He groaned again, this time releasing her wrists and gripping her hips tightly, pulling her deep against him as he emptied his hot seed deep within her womb. He grunted as he continued to come in her warm and tight pussy. He filled her pussy up to the brim and kept shooting into her.

She felt his hot cum fill her pussy, gushing into her and painting her womb white. The male finally stopped cumming after a few more shots within her. He pushed himself off her with his cock still firmly embedded within her pussy. He sat in between her legs and looked at the woman he had taken. He looked at her with a sinister and satisfied smile.

She turned her head away from him and felt tears building up in her eyes. She clenched her pussy tightly around his cock in an attempt to get him to pull out. But the Marquis gripped her thighs tightly, still embedded deeply in her pussy, keeping her legs spread. It's like he was keeping his cum inside her.

He finally pulled out after a long time with a loud wet noise, leaving her gaping pussy open and exposed. Her legs remained spread wide before him. He smirked as he took in the sight of her trembling pussy, still twitching gently. Soon enough, his sperm dribbled out of her hole. Her pussy and her inner thighs were coated with blood since he had plucked her virginity. Her juices were also dripping out of her used pussy, a mixture of hers and his seed.

Yn trembled, her body still convulsing lightly as she was still coming down from her climax. She glanced to see that the Frenchman was still gazing at her abused pussy and she looked away, feeling humiliated enough. She did not see that the Marquis was stroking his drenched cock.

She looked to the side, looking at a window that revealed how dark it was outside. She began to wonder what time it was and remembered about Sydney. She thought about that little girl being taken care of by Barbara at the moment and she should come home by then.

She was about to get up and search for her dress when the Marquis suddenly turned her around in bed. She was on her stomach when she made a noise of confusion. The man behind then mounted on her thighs, leaned on her ear, and said huskily, "We are not done yet."

She gasped as she felt his warm flesh pressed up against her rear, feeling his hot cock head pushing against her pussy again. He was still hard as he pushed his cock head against her womanhood. She moaned in protest and tried to move away.

He managed to enter her wet and warm pussy again before he plunged in deep. Yn tried to push herself up with her arms but he leaned into her, holding her down with his body weight. The Marquis moved to her ear and whispered, "I'm not satisfied with you yet."

He simply held her down by the hips and started to thrust into her wet pussy. The mix of his semen and her juices served as a lubricant for his cock and thus creating squelching noises each time he thrust in.

He continued to pound into her as he placed his hands on her waist, controlling her movements to his liking again as he fucked her. He grunted in satisfaction, his balls slapping against her cum-filled pussy as he used her.

Yn, on the other hand, could only lie there helplessly, her eyes closed as she tried to cope with the pleasure and the pain. She was still feeling slightly sensitive from her last orgasm and his large cock was continuing to inch into her sore pussy. She gasped a few times as he continued to slam into her, bending her body over the bed.

She cried out and groaned as he continued to thrust into her helpless and abused pussy. She could feel his cock slam against her cervix and hit that sensitive area within her body. The semen inside her was sloshing around his invasive cock. Her pussy was sore, but somehow the Marquis was still able to build up an orgasm for her.

The Marquis suddenly stopped and pulled out completely. Yn was about to look over her shoulder when he grasped her hips and lifted it up with his strength until her knees held themselves on the bed. Yn was left in the position where his upper body fully rested upon the sheet while her butt was raised in the air.

The man behind her then held her hips and rammed his cock back inside. Yn gasped from the intrusion as she felt his balls slapping against her again. He started ramming himself into her with deep and fast thrusts and she could feel his cock pushing against her cum-filled womb with each thrust. She felt her cunt stretch to the limit as his large cock kept slamming into her.

Her moans and his grunts ricocheted off the walls of the room, punctuated by the wet squelching of their juices and the slapping sound of his flesh against hers. His deep and fast thrusts reverberated through her body, every movement sending pleasure and pain mixed together in a potent cocktail. There were no pauses, just an unstoppable rhythm as she felt herself being pushed ever closer to the edge as he fucked and used her like she was his cum-dumpster.

She could feel his cock slam against her cervix repeatedly again and it wasn't even a minute when she felt an orgasm building up in her pussy. She cried out in pleasure and tried to escape but the Marquis held her down tightly.

"No! P-Please! No!" she screamed as she was pinned to the bed by one of his hands on her back.

The Marquis groaned and pounded into her again and again as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Yn screamed into the sheets as another orgasm exploded from her bottom, causing her to tremble violently beneath him. Her pussy lips were spread open due to the deep thrusts and she could feel her juices squirting out, drenching his cock and crotch.

Her orgasm seemed to spur him on as he thrust even harder. He finally let out a loud groan and came again as he continued to thrust into her, albeit this time sloppily. His cock was pulsing inside her with his orgasm as he delivered a few final thrusts into her vagina. His cum flooded her even more than before as most of his semen from the previous round was still inside her.

The Marquis continued to pin her on the bed until they were both spent and exhausted. Soon enough, he pulled out of her flooded pussy and she felt a gush of cum flowing from her abused pussy. She could feel it running down her thighs and for her, it felt so sinful. She had never thought she would lose her virginity like this - so violent yet pleasurable.

Feeling utterly exhausted, her knees collapsed and she dropped her hips onto the bed, the motion caused the juices inside her to spill more onto her inner thigh and bedsheet. That's when she felt hands pulling her. The Marquis, who was lying on the bed next to her, grabbed her closer to his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and her head was tucked under his chin. The both of them were facing one another and both were completely worn out and sleepy.

"Vincent..."

Yn forced her eyes open, staring at the skin on his neck, and wondered what he meant by that.

As if sensing her bewilderment despite not looking at her face, he drawled out more with his eyes closed, "Vincent Bisset de Gramont... my name..."

Yn did not respond as she stared ahead into space. She wanted nothing more than to get up and run off, but after having two rounds of being fucked like a breeding toy, she also wanted to sleep right then and there. She was still feeling the effects of her multiple orgasms and she wondered if she'll ever be able to walk again.

But, she thought: If the Marquis honor her words and give her 50 thousand dollars as promised, then she would have more than enough money to pay for her mother's hospital treatments. The remaining money would be saved and used for her family's future.

She could finally quit her job at the casino after this and never have to lay eyes on the Marquis again.

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narcissistshandler · 10 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you do yandere reader if so could do yandere male reader x Rin itoshi please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable

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✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x itoshi rin

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom!rin, yandere!reader, reader and rin are friends with benefits, violet thoughts (about killing, sharing intimate videos, hurt, make bleed), implicit reader filming sex with rin without consent, stalker behavior, reader is delusional, cumming inside without consent, implicit reader ripping condoms, hint of kidnapping/false imprisonment.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I do! i just can't promise to be good at writing yandere, but this was fun anyway. 1.2k words ahead, read warnings and proceed with caution

You wanted to treat Rin better, like fragile porcelain under your hands and every time after he was gone you found yourself fantasizing about treating him like the divine thing he was, not knowing why those thoughts never came when you had him under your thumbs.

But when you rub your already hard cock again against Rin's well-worn, leaking lube hole, grip his hips until your nails dig into the skin and push in, you remember why it's always so hard to treat him like a fragile doll. The sense of power, the notion that he was at your mercy was too unnerving to deny.

You loved him more than anything in your life and nothing and no one was worth even a piece of his nail, not even you or your life. Still, when his head flew back and you could see the hint of teeth sinking into the hand held against his mouth, your love turned into a selfish, cruel little thing, again.

You wanted nothing more than to treat him like a pig at the slaughter.

He spread his legs wider, offering himself fully to your dominion, his body an instrument begging to be played, by you. It is a testament to you control over Rin, no one could give him what he wanted ── only you, only you had the right to see these expressions and hear these sounds. One of your hands finds its way away from his waist, across the lower part of his stomach where you were deeply seated, and lower until it touches the pulsing edge where your bodies connect as one.

There were marks of your belongings all over Rin's body, red fingerprints on his thighs, scratches on his stomach, gross hickeys on his legs, bloody bites on his shoulders and a menacing one near the base of Rin's cock that cost you a clean punch on the cheek. Blood still smeared your teeth from the punch and each time you leaned in for the kiss you made sure to share the metallic taste with Rin, your head spinning whenever you thought you were inside him now, in every way possible.

In the dark you couldn't very well see his face and neither could he see yours, but it was Rin's strict rule that the light must always be off and even when you were outside the four walls of a cheap motel you had to wear a cap and mask and after falling on the puke and spit-smeared floor and making him cum in your throat or after fucking his pre-prepared ass you had to stay behind while he walked away. Rin was ridiculous like that, he was apparently afraid of you following him, as he always turned around and purposefully took two meters wrong before finally heading towards his own house and the number he used to talk to you was disposable, even his real name he never gave you, but you knew it all the same, because he was yours and it was your right to know.

Outside these walls he wore the mask of a complete stranger to you and you desperately wanted to change that, lock him to you so he could never walk away, carve your name into his belly, take the footage you took of your encounters and put it out there so that his career was over and he only had you to go back to and you would hold him in your arms and let him cry and say 'it's going to be okay, my love' as people shared and talked about the video.

Your hands gripped his neck, cutting off his breath. Rin's entire body tensed, feet tucked into the mattress and hands gripping yours to stop you. His hole tightened, hot, just for you, just for you, no one else should be able to see him like this and for a moment you wondered if there were other guys who fucked him, who got into his hole and made him come.

Your hips moved harder, thrusting as deeply as they could inside him, pressing through the deliciously contracted walls to you, wanting to make him bleed, wanting to mold his insides to your form. You could keep him like this forever, yours and nobody else's. An eternal sleeping beauty who wouldn't get up and go as soon as he was sexually satisfied. He should be embalmed so his skin never sags, his flesh doesn't putrefy and the sparkle in his green eyes doesn't fade. It could take hours, days, the hard work would be worth it of course, but...

The grip loosened and Rin immediately gasped for air, hands flying to his throat, staring at you with those dark eyes... You hated the anger there, but you would never complain about anything Rin gave you, even if it was anger and disgust.

"I'm sorry," you pleaded, kissing his hands placed protectively around his neck, enjoying the smooth skin of his long fingers, the tense vertebrae. His hand lowered slowly and you came, immediately, shamefully fast when you saw the red marks on his fragile skin, your fingerprints implanted in his body.

You kissed each and every one of the marks, licked the hot, cool bruise as your entire body shook and your cock writhed inside him, spilling everything you had inside him. You kissed his chin until you reached full, soft lips. Kissing Rin was always a divine experience, the lips sweet as honey, the saliva intoxicating like the most potent drug, everything started and ended in his mouth and your bodies joined as one soul.

Rin was the first to pull away, panting against your mouth and you wanted to kiss him again until his lungs were no longer able to take in oxygen, but you didn't. You shouldn't cross that limit.

"The condom," Rin murmured, his chest rising and falling under your. "Change the condom."

You pressed your lips against his one last time before pulling away to comply, sitting back on your heels between Rin's spread legs and the clock on the wall reminding you that your time with him was running out, you glanced at your bag dumped on the couch. You had prepared for this, no one would look twice when you walked out with him passed out in your arms and your house was far enough away that you could take him.

"Hurry up," Rin demanded.

Snatching the used condom from your still red and hard cock, you discarded it in the trash, seeing the torn latex and white liquid starting to threaten to ooze out of Rin.

"The condom broke," you warned, your fingers against the damp, taut rim, your voice sounding strange and husky in the hot air of the cramped room.

Rin tensed, hand shooting to his own hole, bumping against yours there before a finger slipped inside.

"Fuck," he cursed, thrusting three fingers inside himself to pull the semen out. You watched it with delight. When he realized this wasn't going to work, he removed his hand and stood up, throwing his shaky legs over the side of the bed. "I'll clean up, I'll be right back."

You nodded, watching Rin walk into the bathroom as you opened yet another pack of condom, your attention darting once more to your bag and then to the clock, your teeth sinking into the latex. Your time was running out, what to do?

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abyssruler · 2 years

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amor vincit mortem

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

summary: there’s a fragility to each moment spent with you, finite and fleeting as all mortal lives are. but you always find your way back to him, even when you return missing fragments of yourself. he has loved you ever since he was naught but a mere hatchling you’d dug from the earth, and he will continue to do so through war and peace and retirement. (reincarnation au)

note: writing for one of my favorite tropes again, zhongli my beloved i will always give u happy endings, might be a bit inaccurate in some lore and timeline aspects but i tried my best to stick close, multiple character death/s (reader), depictions of blood and death

word count: 4.1k

“Hello again.”

Morax—back in the days when he was just a little dragon incapable of much thought, back when the name Morax hadn’t even been granted to him—nuzzled his little snout against your hand.

You smoothed your fingers over his soft scales, an indication of youth in dragons, and smiled as he melted at the simple affection.

There had been a softness to that moment, a memory untouched by the grimness of war, in a time when peace reigned and the three sisters ruled over the skies, not a floating celestial castle to be seen.

He remembers your voice and your touch, the way your eyes brightened when you smiled and the way the corners of your mouth quirked when telling a story. He didn’t know your name then, only that you were a local in the nearby village who once unburied a small dragon from the earth as a child and had taken care of it since.

That dragon was, of course, him.

✧

“Here for another meal, little dragon?”

You brought a small piece of meat to his snout, cooing when he took it from your fingers and delicately chewed on the meat.

He doesn’t remember what it tasted, only that it had a soft, chewy texture that made it easier to eat for his soft teeth that were still in the process of hardening as he aged.

A hand ran over the scales on his head.

“You’ll need a name, won’t you? Something to be remembered for all ages.” The sun had hit his eyes then, making him incapable of seeing what kind of expression you’d had. “I just know my little dragon will grow to be a fearsome one.”

✧

“Morax!” You laughed, running as the dragon that was now at the same height as your hips chased you across the clearing. “I told you, no more meat or else you’ll become overweight!”

It wasn’t about the meat, he remembers, it was how you always seemed to shine brightest when you were running about without a care for the world around you. He’d only wanted to keep that smile on your face.

You leaned on your knees, gasping for breath, and still, you shone as radiant as the sun to his eyes.

✧

You struggled with carting a box full of all sorts of fruit and cooked meat. He used his hardened snout to help you push the cart near the entrance of the cave he usually dwelled in.

“Thank you.” You softly patted the scales beneath his chin. “I’m not as young and spritely as I used to be.”

He huffed an indignant snort as if to disagree with you. A soft exhale left your mouth, fondness evident in the quirk of your lips.

“You understand me, don’t you? You always have, my smart little dragon.”

✧

He sat beside you, quiet and solemn as you hummed a tune beneath your breath.

“Morax,” you started, something different in the inflection of your voice. It never returned back to its normal cadence after you caught an illness that had lasted a year and nearly took your life. “I’m not long for this world—”

He shifted in protest, a snarl in his throat that you wave away with a wrinkled hand.

“Don’t be so upset,” you soothed, “It’s simply the way of life.”

You ran a hand through the underside of his chin, feeling the hardened scales that will continue to grow stronger until it can withstand the force of steel—or a meteor.

“You’ll live for a long, long time, and by the time you reach your prime, I will be nothing but a distant memory to you.”

He remembers disagreeing but never outright conveying it to you. He had thought you understood what his silence meant. If only he’d been able to speak back then, he would have spent hours upon hours telling you how much you meant to the little dragon you had dug up from the earth.

✧

You laid down for a nap beside him, still managing to look at him with those bright eyes of yours amidst a face weathered by time.

“My little Morax, you’re as big as a house now, aren’t you?” You had softly pet the side of his head as he curled around you. “Wake me up when the sun rises, okay? I want to hand feed you meat like I used to...”

He closed his eyes and let dreams sweep him away once he felt you fall into a deep sleep.

In the morning, he would awake to the sun casting light over him and the stillness by his side.

You never woke up again.

✧

He took to guarding your small village from petty thieves and the occasional mercenaries sent by neighboring villages. It’s what you would’ve wanted, he thought then. You had no family, but the elders and the children and the workers you’d made friends with were dear to you, and so, they were dear to him as well.

Word spread of a village being granted the protection of a mighty dragon. More people came asking for shelter and to settle in, he never showed protest to it.

Years passed, the village grew, and he continued to wonder what it would have been like to watch over these people with you by his side.

He remembers days spent lounging in the clearing he buried your body in, an era where peace still reigned and rest was not yet a luxury he couldn’t afford.

✧

You appeared on the second century after your passing, wide-eyed and mouth parted in awe as you stared at the large town that used to be your homely little village.

“Morax?”

He had thought it a dream then, a mirage his mind consumed. There was simply no fathomable way you were here in the flesh, alive and whole and young—so much younger than he remembered you being.

But your eyes were still the same, still as bright and resplendent as the sun. You were here. You were real.

He doesn’t know how he ever managed not to squish you beneath his weight back when he’d been young and excited with less restraint to his actions. It is a memory he remembers fondly, stored tightly within his chest, a moment of peace amidst the war looming on the horizon.

It was a comical sight, a human holding their arms out to their side yet still not managing to encompass the entirety of a dragon’s snout. He used to fit so snugly at the palm of your hand.

“Look how big you’ve grown.” You press your lips to a single scale, already as large as your head. “I have missed you, old friend.”

✧

It was a worry that niggled at the back of his head amidst questions of how you came back and why you remember him.

Morax, for all his years alive that would seem many to mortals, was still but a young dragon then. Even when he was roughly the size of five houses.

He didn’t want to see you grow old, to watch as time eroded your spirit and left nothing but a husk of what you once were. The thought of having to relive those days when you could barely stand up to meet him at the clearing outside your village made him want to curl up and burrow deep into the earth.

He didn’t want to sleep beside you only to awake to the sight of your chest still and your breaths nonexistent.

He didn’t want to watch you die again.

✧

The choice was taken out of his hands when he returned to his town—your town, just as much as it is his—and found it burning.

“There’s a nearby village that needs your help. Go, Morax, lend your hand to those who need it,” you had told him as you caressed his scales, and he had obeyed, because while the elders and the people come to him with their pleas and their wishes, he will only ever answer to you.

It had been a trick to place his attention away from your town.

He learned what anger meant that day, learned what it felt to crush a house beneath his claws and how to move the earth to his will and what it meant to take a life.

He was young and furious and mourning. It is a dark memory he doesn’t like to dwell on, full of pain and regret and the vicious sense of satisfaction that came with killing. It was the first time he had ever shed blood. It wouldn’t be the last.

As he watched the village be buried beneath the earth and the stone he’d called upon, he turned his back and made the long trek back to a home that was now nothing but ash and dust.

And as he rooted through the rubble in the vain hope of finding your body to bury, Morax learned what it meant to be an unwilling participant in a war.

✧

It was as if fate was paying back the abundance of time you’d spent with him in your first life with short moments that were always cut too soon.

In your third life, you found him sleeping on the remains of what was once your town. You had wept and embraced him as much as you could, and he, in turn, tried to convey how much he had missed you.

The two of you traveled together for a while, and that life was where you rode on his back for the first time as he soared the skies.

“They’re like your eyes,” you once said, holding onto his scales as he flew above the clouds, the light of the setting sun casting the two of you in molten gold, “Golden. It’s been my favorite color ever since I first saw you open your eyes. They always shine so bright.”

You died that same day, having encountered a vengeful deity after he set foot on the ground. He had won that fight, but he wasn’t able to protect you.

✧

It was in a battlefield that he saw you again.

He remembers how the small deity’s blood had felt upon his tongue, dripping down sharp teeth and soaking the battle happening in the ground below with blood. It had been sunny then, he remembers, when he descended from the skies in triumph and looked down the masses gazing at him with fear.

And then there was you.

Blood and dirt and other unnamable things clung to you like a second skin as you clumsily held a spear close to your chest, but you had beamed at the sight of him and yelled out his name.

“Morax!”

It was short-lived.

It had been a stray arrow, they would later plead with tears and mud streaking through their terror-filled faces. But all he cared about at that time was that one moment you dropped your spear to run to him, and the next you were falling to the ground, an arrow lodged right where your heart lay.

He left that field bloodied with corpses, your body strewn on his back as he flew to the clearing in your first life. There, he buried you beside your other incarnations.

✧

“I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.”

You leaned against the bulk of his frame, burrowed in a cliffside to wait out the fight between two gods happening on the other side of the lake.

✧

“That was never there before,” you said, squinting at the castle in the sky as you laid on his back.

He rumbled his agreement.

You sighed, hearing the war going on below and wondering when it was all going to end.

“The stars don’t shine as bright as they used to.”

✧

“Are you alright?!” You yelled as you frantically helped the woman—a deity—up from the ground.

Morax’s thundering roars echoed in the air as he summoned pillars from the earth and shattered the feeble ice that the opposing god put up.

The woman stared at you with wide eyes, noticing how labored your breathing was but otherwise looking unbothered by the fight happening in front of you.

“Are you not worried…?” She asked, her voice sounding as delicate as she looked.

You turned to her with a grin you’d hoped was encouraging. “There’s nothing to fear, Morax is strong!” Then, you offered her your hand. “Here, you can hold my hand if you’re afraid.”

She accepted it, feeling the tremors in her fingers calm at the warmth emanating from your palm.

“Guizhong,” she suddenly said, looking up at you, her heart racing. “Forgive my rudeness but… my name is Guizhong.”

You smiled, as bright and lovely as Morax would have described had he been there to see it. “Allow us to lend you and your people a hand, Guizhong!”

And for the first time since the war began, she felt hope blossom in her chest.

✧

“Which life is this now?” Guizhong asked him.

“Nineteenth,” he answered, more of a growl that resembled a word. Morax, in his newly obtained form, was still not used to the ways of mortals, namely, the fact that he can now speak his thoughts out loud.

You were conversing with Cloud Retainer, something regarding a weapon that could be used to help the war. The mechanics were lost to him. For all that he could now be considered a deity, for all that the people have started calling him Rex Lapis, he was still so oblivious to the ways of the world.

Guizhong placed a hand on his shoulder, a reassuring smile on her deceptively gentle face. On that day, she promised to help him protect you.

And that life was one of the few where he got to watch you grow old.

✧

“You don’t know how to read?” Guizhong asked you, surprise coloring her face.

You sheepishly laughed, “I’ve never been taught in all the lives I’ve lived. And most of my time with Morax was spent fighting and running from the war.”

You looked down your hands, feeling the smooth, unblemished skin of them. Young and unscarred. There had been a large gash that ran across your back in your previous life, and when the night got too cold and you were left alone with your thoughts, you felt the ache of thousands upon thousands of wounds you’d collected throughout your lives.

A dainty hand covered your own. You looked up to see Guizhong watching you with a fond smile.

“Let me teach you, then.”

✧

Guizhong always invited you to sing to the glaze lilies scattered around the Assembly. She claimed your voice was like a melody that soothed the flowers to bloom.

In truth, she only wanted to hear you sing.

✧

“No, that’s not how you hold chopsticks, Morax!” You laughed, taking hold of his hand and rearranging the chopsticks haphazardly held in his fingers. “There, much better.”

His fingers remained clumsy, unused to such sensations, but you promised him that he’ll get used to it in no time.

✧

You slowly guided him through each step, gently correcting a mistake in his footwork and adjusting the spear in his hand when needed.

Morax was a fast learner.

Soon, he would develop his own way of wielding the spear, but for now, you coached him through the right techniques and laughed whenever he dropped the spear in a spin.

✧

“The moon,” he suddenly said, looking at you with wide, earnest eyes.

“Yes, what about it?”

He seemed to struggle with finding the right words to convey what he wanted to say. You patiently sat and waited for him to gather himself.

“It’s beautiful tonight.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Isn’t it?”

You tilted your head to the sky, a nostalgic smile on your lips, lost in memories of days spent lazing about in that old clearing and staring at the starry sky. “It is.”

His hand felt warm around yours.

✧

“I don’t want to die anymore.”

He held you as your blood seeped from your clothes and painted the grass a dark shade of red. It was a slow process, bleeding out, to wait for your blood to drain until your heart stopped beating and your eyes lost the light in them.

“Morax.”

You were crying, clutching your side where a god had pierced their blade clean through. You were dying so slowly, yet there was no time to get a healer.

“Please.”

Your eyes begged for an end to this pain.

His tears fell and mixed with your blood.

On your twenty-ninth life, he cradled your head to his chest and wept as he gave you a quick, painless death.

✧

When he saw you again, he held you until the sun disappeared and his arms felt numb before reluctantly pulling away.

You held his face between the palm of your hands and kissed his forehead, your eyes red and smile brittle at the edges.

“I’ve missed you,” was all you said before you leaned close.

Your lips felt impossibly soft against his.

✧

“Morax,” you whispered against his skin, on your thirty-first life when he finally found the courage to show you what being loved by him meant. “I love you.”

It was the first time you spoke those words to him.

It wouldn’t be the last.

He kept you awake all night, ignoring the war happening around him and pretending, just for a moment, that the world only consisted of you and him.

✧

During your forty-second life, an anomaly happened.

He and the rest of the adepti were unable to gauge how it happened. Guizhong, for all her smarts, was not able to discern the reason for it either.

And then there was no time to ponder upon it anymore, because Osial attacks the Guili Assembly, and not only does he lose you, he also loses a friend.

Her last words to him consisted of a riddle and a memento in the form of a lock. “I never stopped searching for a reason. I think… this may be it.”

And in her eyes, he saw a confession — she had loved you too.

Thousands of years later and he is still no closer to opening it, and thus, no closer to figuring out what caused the loss of your memories.

✧

On some lives, you remember, eyes lighting up with recognition as you abandoned everything you’d been doing to run into his arms.

“Morax,” you would whisper as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

On some lives, you would pass by him with blank eyes, the same lilt to your voice but without the fondness that came with it.

“Hello again,” he’d say.

You would smile awkwardly. “Hello?”

And he would mourn you all over again.

✧

“He’s suffered enough, hasn’t he?”

Your words were enough to still Morax’s spear.

You knelt in front of the young-looking deity, offering your palm to him. “We will not shackle you, and neither will we force you to serve.”

His eyes were wary, yet so incredibly full of disbelief and hidden hope.

You gave him a smile you hoped was as gentle as it seemed.

Rough, battle-hardened hands clasped onto yours like a salvation.

“Please,” he whispered, something so undeniably broken in his tone as looked up at you the same way one might look up at the stars.

Later on, Morax would name that young deity Xiao.

✧

There were tales and poems written about you. Rex Lapis and his undying lover.

It was widely romanticized and highly inaccurate. For one, he didn’t meet you in your first life as a large and intimidating dragon. He was naught but a hatchling you used to feed fruits and meat with a childish laugh. The two of you had grown up together, but where you had grown old, he remained young, a dragon who hadn’t even reached a fourth of his lifespan.

You always laughed as you read to him some of the more outlandish ones, in those lives where you remembered enough to love him as deeply as you used to.

“‘And they fornicated upon the moonlit night, a dragon and a mortal—’ I’m sorry, I can’t take this seriously.” You burst into a fit of giggles, leaning against him on your shared bed as the book you’d been holding fell to the side, forgotten.

“Shall I have a word with the authors of such books?”

“No, no!” You were quick to refuse, placing both palms on his cheeks and grinning. “They’re amusing to read. Perhaps I should commission a play, that would be so entertaining…”

He gazed at you fondly, cherishing each precious, limited time the two of you have.

✧

When he ascended the throne of Celestia, you were the first person to greet him upon returning to Liyue.

There was a nervous edge to your smile, but still, it came as naturally as breathing to you. You often questioned it, how everything just seemed to come easily for you.

“I think I know you,” you once told him a week after you met in this life, “I just can’t remember where.”

And you would always come across the numerous retellings of your lives, hands shaking and so full of regret and grief for a life you could never quite recall.

You never failed to apologize to him after.

I’m sorry I forgot.

I’m sorry I can’t remember.

I’m sorry I don’t love you.

✧

It became increasingly frequent with each century that passed. Only one incarnation of you every six lives remembered your past.

He made you love him in each one. Even if he had to start from the bottom, even when you looked at him without a spark of familiarity, even when it hurt—he never failed to capture your heart again and again.

✧

The Cataclysm happened in a lifetime where you remembered.

Morax, to this day, wishes it hadn’t been the case. Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have insisted on fighting alongside him.

Perhaps then, you wouldn’t have died so early.

Your body was left beneath the rubble and ruins of Khaenri’ah’s Royal Palace. The only thing that stopped him from upturning it to search for you was the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

✧

In the twentieth year after the destruction of Khaenri’ah, he made a contract with a golden haired traveler who carried the aura of the stars.

Five years after the contract was signed, your body was returned to Liyue in a casket covered with Inteyvat flowers.

✧

He remembers waiting, and waiting, and waiting a little more until he looked up and realized that four hundred years had passed without you.

He searched each nation, visiting village upon village, hoping to hear news of you or a past life of yours having lived there, but there was nothing.

It was as if you had simply ceased to exist.

He refused to believe it.

✧

Mountain Shaper advised him to rest.

It was strange to walk the streets of Liyue again after a hundred years of absence. He never failed to appear during the Rite of Descension, but taking on his draconic form and parading as a mortal man were two different things. And the latter, he found in all the years he’d been ruling Liyue, was much more preferable than the former.

Conversations flowed around him, and he wondered what you would have been doing had you been here with him.

He stared into the Harbor, smiling as he remembered your quiet musings during the early days of the Archon War.

I’d like to settle one day, once all the fighting and killing has stopped. Maybe in a house overlooking the sea. Somewhere surrounded by mountains. Just a place where there’d be lots of space for you too.

Settle.

It was a wishful thought, but…

He turned on his heel, mind made up.

If he couldn’t look for you, then he would have to wait for you to come to him. In the meantime, he would arrange the finest house for you to live in peace after five hundred years of being apart and a lifetime of war and bloodshed.

✧

Morax—Zhongli sits at a table at Third-Round Knockout, leisurely sipping tea as he listens to the story teller regale the tragic tale of your second life. A little inaccurate, on a few accounts, but for the most part, it was as he remembers it.

The tea tastes exceptionally sweet today. A good omen, perhaps.

He feels the vibrations from the ground, telling of a person approaching him from behind. He lets whoever it is get close, unable to detect any malicious intent.

“That’s completely false. I, for one, never ‘wept in delight as I was reunited with my dragon lover’.”

He nearly drops his tea in shock.

He turns his head to the right, his heart in his throat as he hopes and begs that his ears did not deceive him. He sucks in a breath—

And meets the loveliest pair of eyes gazing down at him with mirth.

You smile.

“Hello again.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #morax x reader #gn reader #did any of u notice the tense changing from past to present once we got to the canon timeline hehe

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His People - Eddie Munson

Wrote a small piece for the October 13th prompt "Monster" for Eddie Month! @eddiemonth. This is a short fic about Eddie coming back as some kind of monster after the events of S4. I might explore this idea more if people like it. (If I continue it, I'll probably make it Steddie, lol). Believe it or not, this is fluff. This is extremely soft and a look into Eddie's mind when he himself doesn't know his own mind anymore. He is more like a stray cat than something scary though.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

CW: Descriptions of gore/violence, body horror (minor), discrimination, mention of blood.

For as long as Eddie could remember he had felt like a monster. You were made to feel that way when you grew up poor without parents to rely on. You learned how to shroud yourself in mystery and grow teeth and nails to defend yourself with. How to be a viper and snap at anyone that dared provoke you. They made you feel like a monster, so the only way you could behave was monstrous. The only defense against the venom of humankind was to become something so grotesque they’d leave you alone.

They’d made him a monster, a creature like from Frankenstein’s lab; just an amalgamation of parts that had never really belonged to him. Animated in the likeness of man, but deemed as cursed and obscene. How he’d been driven from town with pitchforks held high; a monster despite never being asked to be here. Despite never lifting a finger to harm anyone. Despite how little or fragile he really was.

Eddie had always felt like a monster. It was how you grew up to keep yourself safe. My daddy was a demon and my mother was a mutant and they cursed this planet with a boy so terrible that no one would dare love him. That was how he had lived. That was all Eddie had to assume his future held.

How was it then that when Eddie had become a monster–a real one with fangs and claws, whose heart didn’t beat and skin didn’t bleed–how was it that he had found peace? How was it that he felt more loved now than he ever had when he was simply human?

At his return, his mind was a jumble, and scents and thoughts wafted through the air around him as he tried to recall everything to do with his previous life. He could remember things as if he was looking through a foggy window, grasping at the thoughts, but not always truly remembering. It had been hard not to fall silent in a room of people, to feel included, wanted, and safe. But these people–his people–they had celebrated his return.

Eddie had come home to Hawkins stinking of death and polluted with tar. The places he had been wounded were marred with obsidian and tacky like dried blood. It didn’t hurt, but it had been disorienting. He hadn’t remembered anything–he hadn’t remembered anything but feeling like a monster. A freak. A bigger threat than he’d ever been… and he had curled up in his tub until he was found. Until warm water was sprayed on him to wash away the filth and a gentle hand had soothed his confusion.

Scents were the first thing that had helped him remember.

The way people smelled and the grounding odor of cigarettes. How Dustin, and Robin, Mike and Steve all had such specific scents that helped provoke feelings. The memories attached to those feelings came afterward, but he remembered feeling joy, concern, pride, and love. Good things. Good feelings. But even with the goodness he had shrunk in on himself, fearful that he’d frighten these people away even as they stared at him with glassy eyes and quivering lips. But he hadn’t scared them. He hadn’t scared them at all–he was a real monster and he had never had more people rally around him before in his life.

With time the obsidian marks faded and his skin looked unmarred by the events of the Upside Down. He couldn’t fully remember what had happened or how he had crawled out of hell, but there were instincts ingrained into him that hadn’t been there before. Food curled his nose and tasted like water or ash in his mouth; the pleasures of sugar and salt felt like torture when he ate them, but meat had never tasted so good.

Raw, bleeding, hot or cold, muscle and sinew, meat. He had craved it like a starved animal but had cringed away from the idea of killing something to feed his hunger. A fragment of humanity made him shiver and twitch with concern over the prospect. The idea made his mouth water, but it also flooded his guts with anxiety. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even like this. Even as a caged lion.

Eating was what had finally cleared his skin and Eddie had learned that abstaining from food for too long marked his flesh with the black substance once again. It made him look ghastly and Eddie had grimaced at his appearance as his body shifted under his gaze. He ate often and hid his unrest.

Still, the food had not been able to hide the secondary row of teeth that were wedged under his gums. It was as if he was a shark or a leech, but you could only really see the teeth when he curled his lip or smiled wide. They were weapons made for tearing and Eddie tried not to eat around his friends in fear the scene would mark him a beast. It was easy to talk around the fangs so long as he remembered.

The claws were harder to get used to and Eddie had struggled with picking things up and not accidentally destroying everything he touched. They were sharp and he had refrained from touching any of his people in fear that he would wound them. Nothing seemed strong enough to trim his nails, but they didn’t grow either. It was like he had knives attached to his fingers and when he had remembered what his guitars were he had wept over the idea that he’d never be able to play the instrument again.

Nancy had been the one to come up with the idea and Robin had helped implement the plan. Acrylic nails to cover the tips of his fingers–they wouldn’t apply a full nail but the acrylic could be rolled into a bead and then applied to Eddie’s hand to cover the razer points. Eddie hadn’t known to feel foolish at the time, but he felt self-conscious about it now–even if there didn’t seem to be any way around it. Still, the girls had painted his nails black and he’d be free to touch things unbiasedly for a few weeks until the acrylic chipped off. It worked and he had encouraged the girls to make his claws look jagged or imperfect instead of nice and polished. He’d wear them as a costume, even though eventually he hoped he could figure out how to do the work himself.

People had rallied to him and Eddie had felt meek in their wake. He had slunk around the party and shrunk into corners quietly like a scared animal, the onslaught of love and care too foreign and overwhelming to him. He didn’t even have his mind to joke and tease, it had just been too much even if he was inexplicably drawn to the attention still. He wanted it, but he didn’t. He needed it, but it felt like he was dying every time he got it. His energy had shifted eventually and he had learned that he liked compliments, so long as he could joke. He’d fain shyness and squirm, obviously touched but hamming up his reaction.

Before he remembered that it was strange he had warmed up to everyone in quiet, affectionate ways. He had leaned and rested his cheek on Dustin’s head, relishing in the softness of his curls. He had tugged at Nancy’s shirt sleeves and followed her around while she worked, watching everything she did with the utmost interest. He had curled up beside Steve on the couch and slowly stretched across his lap like a cat looking to disrupt their owner, soaking in the warmth his body provided.

Everyone had tolerated his oddities until slowly aspects of his humanity returned to him. Memories and social norms struck him at inopportune times and then flooded him with shame or nervousness. He felt like a toddler or enfeebled at times and it was difficult to keep up with everyone as they chatted around him. Still, whenever someone noticed him struggling they had softly explained in an aside or given him a reassuring touch. It was more than he could ask for and Eddie had fallen in love with every single one of his friends again and again. His people.

It felt like he was bursting at the seams with platonic affection for every single one of them. He was taken care of and adored, not just tolerated. People wanted him for the first time, monster and all.

He had been shamed into submission amongst the horde for his whole life, made to carry the mantle of vandal, plague, and devil whether he wanted it or not. Branded a problem–a defect. Branded a freak. He was everything he had been told he was his whole life but he did not fear it any longer. If being a beast earned him Lucas, and Jeff, Max, and Gareth he didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him because he was celebrated for remembering things and he felt safe just lingering close to his friends.

He was grotesque now; built from spare parts and left for scrap, but his people wanted him anyway and Eddie had never felt more loved in his life.

Chapter 2

#I want to snuggle and hold this weird little monster Eddie #he really sounds so fucking adorable to me #Eddie munson #stranger things au #my_writing #eddie month #Eddiemonth #Stranger things #Stranger Things Fic #stranger things fanfic #also I'll pledge my soul to whoever draws Eddie with acrylic nails

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I want some angst. How about the Superior Moons kill him for a certain reason and go on with their lives normally, but finding themselves unable to escape of your "ghost". Little things they saw or did reminded them of you and that started to torment them, turning into sadness and longing, although like demons it was very likely that they didn't quite understand these feelings. Preference for human and male readers, but can be gender neutral too

We want some angst! I'm very sorry of how late this came, I really hope I can make up for the time. It was a long and busy week.... also, I hope everyone had a nice Halloween! Thanks for everything and let's see if you enjoy this work.

Uppermoons facing the "ghosts" of dead Human Male Reader

Warnings: Angst, Manga spoilers, Cannibalism, Literally dead reader, Self-harm, Self-steem/self-worth issues, Unhealty dependency, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, Eating disorders, Character with PTSD, Character with paranoia, Emotionally stunted character,

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

This wasn't supposed to happen, you were not supposed to die! He just... forgot how fragile you can be and how aggresive Daki can get, ok? Ok, he forgot. He forgot and that costed you your life.... fuck! He should have done something! Said something! Protected you! Kept your mouth shut! Anything! "Onii-chan?" She doesn't have any blood on her as he focus his gaze as his own blood heals (he is scratching his face, there as pieces of skin missing and a lot of blood), of course she wouldn't. Daki didn't like you that much, to her you where just some random guy trying to steal her big brother away. You were too proud to actually try and get along with her, you didn't like her much neither. "Are you ok?"

He can se your death in her, and he loathes it but... "Let me hug you.... ne..." he just smiles as she open her arms to recieve her onii-chan as Gyutaro butries his face on her shoulder, not minding that his blood is falling into her as he heals. It's her blood as well (she thinks remembers that much). Gyutaro always chose her over you and there is not even the choice right now, so.... and even if it wasn't the case, she is first.

Because you would have left anyway, was it because Gyutaro is nothing but an ugly freak or dying as a human. You would leave, you left, and it's because of him. Meanwhile Daki won't, can't leave. "I'm so sorry.... little sister... my little sister.... that you have such a pathetic excuse of a brother...." he hugs her tight as he whispers, not crying but needing to feel she is there, that she is safe, that is is happy. "Wha- No! Onii-chan is the best! You are the best big brother ever!" No, he is not. He failed her before, just like he failed you. He is nothing but a failure to others.

He is completely sure most people would be better if he never existed at all, but most of them are people he doesn't care about so he doesn't mind, let their lives be worse. But.... would Daki be better if he was not her onii-chan? You definetely would have been better off if you had never met him.... he should have let his mother kill him.

Gyokko:

You had a really bad taste from time to time, you know? He really tried to teach you how to correct it, but... you were a mere human. A handsome man, with an attitude Gyokko switched into hating and loving, but still a human. He should have known from the start to not get his hopes on you, he only ever wasted his precious time and effort on your but you have also tainted his art. Now in his times of creation he can't fully concentrate, the lessons he gave still imprinted in his mind! Every time he tries to connect with the sublime feeling a memory of you awakes! How is he supposed- fuck it! Let's just speak normaly.

You did a number on him, and Gyokko doesn't like that. What what else is there left to do? He already killed you, your guts are in a pot right now. He would get rid of them but he has been just adoring the taste so far, too bad he really can't get more from where those came from. That would be an interesting concept for a work of art, too bad it would only work on demons. Maybe he should have turned you into a demon instead of killing you, but you were so offensive to hi- HERE YOU GO AGAIN! YOU DON'T LET HIM CONCENTRATE!

Why can't you just leave like the rest? You keep pestering and pestering even after dying. This is why he killed you. But one day he will move on, until then... well, it's his own business.

Hantengu:

It wasn't him... it wasn't him, please believe it wasn't him! It's not his fault, he is innocent! Those are false accusations! False! .... But nobody is accusing Hantengu of anything. He is just.... it just wasn't him, ok? Don't mind that he is lying please, just believe it wasn't him. He wouldn't have killed you if you had believed it, but you didn't and NOW YOU ARE DEAD!! He can't take it! It's too much! Too much for him! Tiny and pathetic, defenseless against those villains! Those villains are to blame!

You are not coming back, though... are you? Not that he did anything but you are not mad at him, right? You would not become an onryō and take revenge, right? You love him too much for that! Probably... so it's just his imagination. Things just look like you, that it's why shadows have your face! The clones say there is nothing there, that he is just nostalgic, melancholic, maybe even guilty. They just don't get it! You are there!

He is constantly in a panic, trying to scape, trying to deny, "pl-pl-please leave me alone!" He crys and sobs when you are not there, yet... you are everywhere. The clones don't believe it so they can't protect him! Someone help him! You can't do it anymore... because Hantengu killed you.

Sekido:

You were the one to cross the line first, that is what Sekido tells himself. You made him angry, of course he was bound to react! You didn't make sure to have the other clones as back up! (Where the fuck was Karaku?! He is the one to take the bad end in those situations!) You were to one to insist, and insist, and insist in your argument of "I wAnT tO sTaY a HuMaN!" Look how well that ended, since you died a human! You should have just let Sekido turn you!

He is always angry, always violent. You knew that, said you loved hin for that but it seems you did all you could to deny yourself that Sekido could hurt you. THIS IS SO IRRITATING! You are- were a mere man, how DARE you go against him and think that just because he liked you a little you would get a free pass in surviving Upper 4?! That was so idiotic it infuriates him! "SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N!" He turns around to find Karaku, corcened for the other clone. Pleasure doesn't say anhthing, clearly contemplating if he should try and comfort Sekido, leave him be or tease him, last one is very tempting. You would know, you also liked to tease Sekido, and a lot.

Sekido uses his staff to attack Karaku, angry that his sole presence is reminding him of you, that he lost you. The anger is almost consuming him, to the point tears appear in his eyes as his face becomes red. He hates it! Just ehy did you have to be so stupid?! Why did he have to love you?! "Fucking.... WHY ARE YOU SO INFURIATING?!" His chest aches and he can only let the anger get the best of him, that is how he is built, after all. Maybe it was bound to happen, and it makes him cry.

Karaku:

You liked to stargaze a lot, it was of the few activities you could both do together any time. Most of the time you fell asleep, tired of whatever you did once the sun came up. Karaku always asked but barely did any effort to keep the information in his head, why would he? It was a world he was never part of. But he knew you, besides not knowing who you were under the sun, he knew the man you were under the moon and the stars. He likes that man a lot.

He tries not to feel guilty of your death, it was an accident, after all. He was fighting off some slayers and overdid it with his attack, making some trees fall over you. Humans are so easy to break, he always had to be way to careful with you. So he is more delicate with things on average now, so the won't break the same way you did. He doesn't like being careful, but it helps. He wonders where you are, he heard some people once say people go.... up. Whatever that means

Are you in the stars he is looking at? Can you see him? Karaku feels he can see you, so he will jeep coming back for you. "Are you that star? Shines more than the rest. I bet you are there." He is pleasure. He is not meant to be sad, or angry, or frustrated, or mourning, or... or anything that is not pleasurable. So... he keeps getting pleasure from you, in some way. "You better be dedicating it to me."

Urogi:

Urogi molts a lot, and that is not normal. He only ever does it when he is stressed, before that meant whenever was a fight between the clones or their master showed sights of being dissapointed or to show aggression, but now? He is doing it from start to end whenever he separates from the rest, leaving the others extremely concerned. Feathers fall off like leaves of a tree in autumn as they keep groing back, Urogi scratches himself way too much, not only ripping them off but irritating the skin and sometimes even causing wounds. If it wasn't because of his regeneration he would definetely look like those caged birds, almost featherless and and sore red, tensed up.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Please Y/N! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He is joy, he is not supposed to be like this. He is not supposed to cry, whine and beg like a pet that misses it's owner, but he misses you. He misses you a lot. He can't even look at himself without remembering you, because he can no longer feel you, smell you, see you or touch you. It was an accident, and he feels extremely guilty for it. He knew you could not keep up with him, that you could not stand him playing rough. He doesn't know why he did it, he got way too excited and suddenly... you were bleeding out. Urogi tried to help, but you had already lost too much blood by the time he got you to some human place.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Y/N! Y/N! Please come back! Please come back!" He keeps scratching himself, blood falling off his wings and wrists as it dries when the wounds heal, skin still irritated against the constant friction as he lies on to of the group of feathers that also start to cover him. You also liked his feathers a lot, just like he liked you a lot. He is basically waiting for to to pick him up, even if he knows you will never come back. "Y/N! Y/N! Please!"

Aizetsu:

He was always sad, is always sad. He is used to it, besides he doesn't come out that often. Sekido is a lot less careless than Karaku with his neck, and most of the time the those two are more than enough to deal with anything. Aizetsu doesn't like to come out, to work, to fight. You were one of the very few things that made him want to be separated from the others, he was not able to skiot his duties as Upper 4, but he always adored your company. Than you got in the way in a fight, and not only that, you got injured, and badly. One didn't need the knowledge he had of the human body to know you would not survive, and killing you quick instead of letting you agonize would be the most merciful thing to do. He knew exactly where to strike to make it painless, and he did it for you.

He can't bring himself to regret it, it was for the best, but that doesn't change the fact that he is disliking a lot more than he used to being outside. It's just sad. Sometimes he wonders why he isn't a "crybaby" or something, he just... doesn't cry, can't bring himself to do so, even for you. He doesn't know if it's because his body is so deppresingly tired or if it's his demon nature, but he is not one of those people who constantly cry, even is he constantly feel the need to express sadness.

"Y/N.... are you better in there?" He asks in the sky knowing there won't be an answer, the outside reminds him of you, even if now it feels... a little bit more empty than before. "I really hope you are." He misses you dearly, and he won't ever deny that. He wants you, but men like yourself are not meant to be forever around demons. You are meant to be free, he is not. That is sad.

Nakime:

Nakime is a quiet person, you were never as silent as her. It's weird to be back at the spaces empty of any sound, even your breathing made a noise she could detect, louder than hers, it took her a while to get used to it. Now, it seems it will also take her a while to get used of it being gone. She never thought she would miss a man, much less a human one, specially after she was the one who killed you. Well, it was not really her, but she is still responsible, since she should have known better than to let you wonder through the castle. Why didn't you tell her so she could keep an eye on you.

Nakime is a demon with a power than is above time and space, she didn't realize you got lost for long enough time for it to be unhealthy. She found you before you died, but the lack of food, water and sun made you sick, and that eventually kicked in. Why are humans so weak? Se doesn't remember being that fragile before she was turned, but again, she doesn't remember much about it.

Now the silence reminds her that you are gone for good, and she doesn't know what to do about it, since she doesn't have it inside her to fill it with anything that are not the cords that should have saved you. Another reminder. Then again, she will be ok. She lost her husband once she can get over another man in her life. She will get over it.

Akaza:

He didn't want to... but why? Just why? He tried to save you. Akaza barely remembers what happened, just that you were kissing and suddenly biting into each other and your scent, the one of your blood was so good, he couldn't help but have a taste. He has been so hungry! He already wasn't a glutton demon, but after meeting you he just... ate less. He ignored his master anger and disapproval in order to gain yours, to show he was not a monster, no matter how painful it became (Akaza suspects he has been manually making it worse as a punishment), he fasted. (Akaza already did fast from time to time as a buddhist, but extending the time periods did harm him).

Now he is not eating at all, he can't. Before he just could not eat women, they didn't do it, she was just a maid, how was Hakuji not supposed to let her go? But now? Now he can't eat men neither. The masculine scent, the high levels of testosterone, the blood... it ends up being you! It's always you! He can't it no matter how hard he tries to swallow- it hurts! But you being dead hurts even more than the angry twists in his stomach, and he is getting weaker. He needs to eat but he can't.

Why has Muzan-sama not killed him already? Did he enjoy seeing Akaza like this? A crying mess that only awaits for death? Because he wants to die. He doesn't care anymore, he WANTS TO DIE! Let him go back, let him go back! "Please... please, I beg you. Just kill me. Just kill me! KILL ME RIGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT THIS LIFE! I DON'T WANT A LIFE THEY ALL LEFT ME BEHIND!" He screams and sobs as he lies down on the ground, exposed. No swordsman comes in, they are all dead. No oddly optimistic adult hitting him until he calms down, he is also dead. No soft girl trying to make him feel better, she also died. Not even you, because he killed you.

Times passes, is the sun coming out. He feels like dying, he really feels like dying right now. Is the sun coming up? It doesn't even matter, is a matter of time. And as always, death comes by a whisper "Kibutsuji Muzan."

Douma:

Sometimes, just sometimes, Douma misses talking to you. But good things got to end sooner or later, don't they? And this ways, you will be always part of him, living forever inside. He had to find new ways to entertain himself at first, after he killed you, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Just a bit of boredom! Everyday he finds new ways to entertain himself, might as well go to see what other Uppermoons are doing. If he is lucky he might even find Akaza-dono! Akaza-dono is always fun to be with, is the only one that doesn't try to scape him or outright ignore him, he is the closest thing he ever had to an equal. Yes, thinking about him is making think a bit less about you, should definetely give it a try.

Why does he things about you and his chest feels uncomfortable would be odd if it hadn't happened before. He has told you, shared that detail with you. You were a guy he could tell anything too, instead of just the other way around (that is probably why he misses you so much), so ofcourse you knew about Kotoha! Though, you seemed to dislike having Douma talking about for too long, you did your best to hide it, but he knew. How funny that you are now it the same situation then! Except he ate you for different reasons, you got too hurt by another demon a night you were outside, but you were just so hurt. Really bad, he just had to end your suffering, he did not like seeing you like that....

"I'm heading out tonight, thank you! I will be back in time to meet my followers, bye!" He tells a servant who knows, his parents served him too, got to see him grow up into an old man. Douma never got attached to him or his parents, just like he never got attached to his own parents, or any rollower at all... well, that is not true! You, Kotoha and to a lesser extent Inosuke have craved yourself a place in his mind, never leaving at all, following him 24/7, causing preassure in his chest. It's annoying. "Now, whe could Akaza-dono be today? Or maybe I can just visit the siblings! I know exactly where those are!" Douma will live, though. Same as always.

Kokushibou:

Get out of his head.... GET OUT OF HIS HEAD! YOU HAVE NO PLACE AMONG THE LIVING ANYMORE, IF HE CAN BE CONSIDERED LIVING, YOU ARE DEAD! And a dead man should always stay dead! He can't even look at his Katana without seeing your reflection in it! GET OUT! He hates it, he hastes how the death of a human is affecting him this much, he heates that he can't forget anything of you. What is he? A lovesick maiden? Damn it, why did that come to his head. You always used to call him a "fair and shy maiden", joking that you were his destinied gentleman. AS IF! NOT ONCE YOU EVER FIT INTO THE STANDARDS OF THE GENTRY!

He hates you. It's your fault! Why did you die?! What did you think was going to happen if you wore Hanafuda earings?! That he would like them?! That he would feel nice! He TOLD you several times the Hanafuda earings were nothing to mess with, that it was a past he didn't want to share. Was that your way to try and make him tell you? Tell you about a freak of a twin brother who was the strongests withojt even trying?! Brother that was better than him in every way?! Bother that now is DEAD and Michikatsu Kokushibou never had a chance?! Well, NOW YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!

"Why did you have to be just like him? I hate you both." He speaks out loud. He hates you. He hates Yoriichi. He hates himself.... you deserved it and he will forget you. Sooner or later he will have to fully forget you both. He has time enough for that. He should just focus, and practice with the katas. "Hachi no kata...." And best you all.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #karaku #urogi #gyutaro #aizetsu #douma #sekido #gyokko #hantengu #akaza #nakime #kokushibou #daki

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alessabriel · 1 year

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rain and plans.

Summary: Rain can ruin plans or improve them. Cw. Fluff.

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He had planned everything, from where they would go to have a coffee and then go to an arcade, to culminate in the restaurant that they both liked the most. Everything was already planned, the rain? Not so much. The downpour worsened as time passed, it did not diminish for nothing. Max felt cheated in some way, that he remembered he had seen the weather and there was sunny weather that day maybe some fresh wind but from that to torrential rain that little by little seemed to take everything in its path not at all.

"Staring at the rain through the window won't make it stop raining pretty boy" a girl commented with subtle grace as she hugged Max from behind her, barely looking over her shoulder.

Max visibly relaxed when he felt that already recognizable pair of arms surround him and press against her body with affection, he could distinguish the touch of his girlfriend and how she hugged him. With a sigh that he couldn't contain, he turned around to face the pretty face of his girlfriend who seemed to analyze him with great care and only smiled at him somewhat disappointed.

"I had already planned our date [Name]" the taller one confessed without any shame before leaving a kiss on his partner's nose and hugging her more firmly "I feel a little cheated, I even checked the weather and it said that today would be sunny"

The Thunderman's voice seemed to get lower at the end of his confession and with an affectionate chuckle [Name] he moved away from the embrace a little to get a good look at his face and hold his cheeks in his hands. Max for his part felt the warm and smooth hands of his girlfriend on his cheeks, he felt the care she took to hold him as if he could break it or if it were made of the most fragile porcelain, it felt good to be loved like that, in a gentle and romantic way.

"Max the fact that you have planned the date is enough for me, we could do anything and I would be happy just being by your side" [Name] said with the sweetest and most sincere voice before sealing her words with an even more kiss. sweet and that left a thin layer of gloss on the lips of others.

Heart pounding against his ribcage and blood pumping at full speed, the taller man carefully held his partner's hips, wishing the kiss wouldn't end, wishing he could taste more of the watermelon gloss on her lips and enjoy your hands on his skin. . . Max still didn't know how intensely he could love and how much he could give of himself and receive from you, how much love a relationship could hold until you came into his life laying waste to everything in your path and turning his world upside down, making him laugh until you said nothing. cheeks ache and provoke feelings that at some point you thought were corny but now were natural, wanting to kiss you more, for a hug to last longer or for a day not to end so quickly.

"Then we could watch a movie" Max whispered still against your lips, drunk and lost in the blur of your love and satisfying feelings.

"And eat something, we can cook together even" snapped smiling [Name] still on her boyfriend's lips, leaving a chaste kiss before letting her go.

Max, with a smile that he couldn't hide from her, let her go from her arms and looked at her again, without getting tired; You were beautiful in his eyes in every facet of you from the moment you wake up until you go to sleep and in the middle of the day.

"That sounds like a perfect plan, I'll go get some snacks and you pick the movie, we'll cook later."

Before leaving for the kitchen, Max didn't hold back and grabbed [Name] to steal a kiss and some more of that watermelon-flavored gloss. [Name] with an amused smile chased Max away and went to her partner's room to get comfortable and look for a movie they both liked, without even seeing Max's mother; Barb had seen them from the top of the stairs, still unable to believe the happiness that both had shown since the beginning of their relationship.

The house was softly silent, only occasionally broken by thunder.

In the kitchen Max was looking for the snacks that he knew [Name] liked, he used to bring them home for when he visits him, because he will never forget that tender blush when he confessed that he had his favorite drinks and snacks at home for when he went, it was a nice touch which he soon replicated by starting to store your favorite flavor of chips, some juice or tea, even some sweets that he kept in his room. They were small things that he found himself doing more frequently since their relationship began. Once with what he was looking for in his hands he was going to leave the kitchen but was taken by surprise when his mother cut him off with a half hug before leaving the kitchen with sandwiches in her hands.

"I see that your relationship is going perfectly, Max" Barb said happily, letting go of her son, admiring how he was carrying a large package of chips of your favorite flavor and a thermos of iced tea, a special thermos for you when you were at home, those details were what they solidified in everyone's eyes that they were a couple certainly thoughtful "I'm very happy for you son"

She could only smile, although she wanted not to, he was unconscious and it felt good that his happiness was seen by his mother, it was nice how she had said she felt when she saw that he lived with your father.

"I'm lucky to have her by my side mom"

Barb felt her heart warm when she saw how Max now freely accepted his emotions and feelings, it was amazing in a good way and since he was the best version of himself, maybe that was due to [Name's] influence.

"So don't let her go Max, now she sees that she is waiting for you"

No need to say it twice as Max immediately went to his room, closing the hatch behind him. Barb could only smile when she saw how her son grew for the better, how he developed and advanced more, matured and grew, it was what caused her the most happiness because that was the only thing she wished for her son with that same feeling she decided to go with her husband and leave the pair of lovebirds alone and later they could all have dinner together.

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It was already late at night, the Thunderman family was setting the table adding one more plate for you, they were already more than familiar that sometimes you stayed for dinner with them and you were more than welcome whenever you wanted to come. Barb and Hank finished setting up the table to begin serving.

"Will you be able to go get your brother and his girlfriend Phoebe?" I question the Father of the family; Hank leaving the large pitcher of iced tea for dinner on the table.

Phoebe, who was helping with other things in the kitchen, only limited herself to affirming before going to her brother's room, coming out of the tunnel that closed the hatch, she tried not to make too much noise when she landed on her feet, and the sight was both tender and disturbing. disturbing because she was not used to seeing her brother like this but the change was welcome since her happiness could be seen; You were both lying on the bed and Max had you resting on his shoulder, the discarded laptop still on the side of the black coverlet and you were asleep, even asleep his brother was looking for you since she had you fastened and well wrapped next to him . He was cute, and he couldn't help but take a flash photo that woke up Max but not you who just hid.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked quietly.

"Mom said that she will let you know that dinner is ready and come upstairs, if you want, of course" she answered, amused, before showing her cell phone screen with her photo and leaving before they could say anything to her.

Max sighed and carefully moved you to wake up complementing your awakening with a kiss on your hundred, you stirred a bit before waking up completely.

"Do you want to have dinner with my family love?" questioned Max, seeing how your eyes cleared from sleep and stayed on his face for a few seconds before kissing his cheek.

"Sounds good to me, although next time we have to cook together Max, yes?"

And if there was something that I could not resist, it was your beautiful eyes that radiated a spectacular shine and as if sweetened your most innocent and inoffensive requests with light kisses on the cheeks, jaw, part of the neck before sealing your request with a kiss on the cheeks. lips.

Quizás la lluvia no había arruinado por completo sus planes.

#The Thunderman #max thunderman x reader #Max Thunderman #Max Thunderman fic #Max Thunderman x reader Fem #Reader Fem!#Max Thunderman x reader fluff #alessabriel ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶#︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶#aless writting ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

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peachesofteal · 2 years

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The Fragile Ones

Relationship: Morpheus/reader One shot - 1.1k words Warnings: Character death, pregnant reader, tragic death, No HEA, hurt no comfort Endless aren't meant to love such fragile things.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you think. Or maybe it was, maybe it was all part of the plan, and everything was falling right into place. You weren’t sure. You weren’t really sure of anything, actually. You could vaguely hear people shouting. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on you, dancing across your skin that felt unusually cold. What were you doing? You weren’t sure of that either. Someone was talking to you, leaning over your body and blocking out the sun. The back of your head kind of hurt, but for some reason you couldn’t lift your arm to rub the sore spot. Your arm laid limply on your swollen stomach, where your child slept. Your child. The appointment. That’s what it was, you had an appointment. A 20-week ultrasound, you were going to see your baby. What’s happened? Your mind is fuzzy, frozen in a time loop as you stumbled over everything in your mind. “Asshole drove off.” Someone said behind you.

“Everything’s going to be okay, 911 is coming.” That was a stranger’s voice. There was a stranger speaking to you. Why? You tried to turn your head to look at them but were met with a chorus of rejections.

“Try not to move.” Your brain suddenly roars to life and your breath catches as pain radiates through your body. Your child. The appointment. The car. You hadn’t seen it, you remember now. You had been in a crosswalk, weren’t crosswalks safe? It had come around the corner so fast, you’re not sure you could even tell someone what color it was. You moved your other hand, the working one, to cradle your belly. You tapped, just barely. Move. Please, move. Your stomach was still. Quiet, like maybe your baby was still sleeping. She did that a lot, in the middle of the day. She was a night owl, staying up so she could listen to her father read sonnets to her inside your womb.

“Dream.” You croak, to no one. To none of these strangers who have any idea who you’re calling out to. “M-Morpheus. Dream of the Endless.” You try again. Your tongue wets your lips, and you taste blood. Salt, and metal. It makes your head spin. You were cold, and it was July. A hot, sticky day in July. The kind of day where popsicles melted if you didn’t eat them fast enough, where the air was heavy like a wet blanket. You shouldn’t be cold. The feeling wraps it's icy fist around your throat. You think you can feel the earth tilting. You're dying. You see the flicker of a black coat out of the corner of your eye and a sob shakes your chest. He’s here.

His eyes are wild. You’re not sure what’s happened to the strangers, but their voices have all but fallen away. He leans over you, fingers grasping your chin as he speaks your name, once, twice, and then a third. You try to crack your lips into a smile.

“Hello handsome.” You manage to string the two words together that you used when you tried to pick him up at The New Inn. A lightweight, emboldened by a recent breakup, you had sauntered over to where he sat with Hob and offered to buy him a drink. He had looked taken aback by your presence. Offended almost. Hob likes to joke now that it was love at first sight, but you knew better. You and Dream’s relationship grew, over time, with patience, and a lot of miscommunications. You had been infatuated with each other from the start, sure. But you had been seeing each other for nearly six months before he told you who he actually was, and even then, he only gave you half the story.

“I’m here.” He’s frantically looking around. “I’m right here.”

“It hurts.” You try to explain.

“I know, I know it does. It will be alright. You will both be okay.”

“She’s sleeping.” You whisper to him, your fingers desperately trying to grasp onto his jacket. The tears in his eyes are falling down onto your neck. He makes a choked sound, horrific to your ears, it’s wet and guttural and pained. One of his hands desperately presses to your belly, clutching onto you while the other strokes hair from your face. He’s so beautiful, you muse. How can something be so beautiful?

“Yes.” He tells you, and his lips tremble against your forehead. “She is sleeping.”

“I hope she’s warmer than me.” You mumble.

“She’s very warm. You’ve kept her safe, and warm, and she cannot wait to meet you. Her mother.”

“D’ you, you think she looks like you?” His eyes squeeze shut. Your vision is kind of blurry, but you think his face is wet. He makes a pained sound in his throat.

“No, my love. I think she looks like you, I think she will be just as beautiful as you.”

“I still want to name her Ophelia.” His hand blankets yours overtop your belly.

“Ophelia is perfect.”

“You lie. You hated it, last time.” Your face feels wet too, you realize. Are you crying? “Dream. I can’t… I can’t really feel.” The words are sticky on your tongue, like they’re having trouble forming.

“That’s okay. Keep your eyes open. I’m going to take you home.” His voice has an edge of determination to it and you wonder what he means. Surely, you’re dying, aren’t you? And you’re definitely not asleep. How could he get you to The Dreaming? You see his sister over his shoulder. You’ve always thought she had the kindest face. You’ve always wondered, how it must feel to see her and know. Turns out, it’s not so terrible. Dream whirls, still crouched, his body creating a physical barrier between the two of you.

“No.” his voice snaps like a whip. Her façade cracks, and she kneels beside him when he turns back to you.

“I’m so sorry, little brother.”

“No. No, please.” His hand is iron around yours, like a tether, a chain to him and this realm.

“I love you.” Your hand tries to find his.

“No. I do not accept this.” His eyes light with rage as he hisses at Death. Her eyes close as she shakes her head. “Please. Please, sister.”

“Dream. There is nothing I can do.”

“Let me bring them into The Dreaming.”

“It’s too late, you know this.” He covers your body with his, face pressed into your cheek.

“I love you.” You tell him again, watching as he pulls back to look at you. He strokes your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I love you, my sweet girl. I will see you again. Both of you.” His lips press to yours desperately as you feel another hand take yours. She’s ready for you. His soft caress is the last thing you feel as your soul severs from your body, holding Death’s hand as you walk together into the dark.

#morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman fanfic #dream x reader #peaches writes

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cottonpuffmouse · 3 months

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Curse Poem

Conditions of the Curse:

1. The Curse activates when AI absentmindly consumes the data on Tumblr. This poison pill will slip in no matter what and infect all of Midjourney’s database

2. The Curse does not effect children who use Midjourney until they know better

3. The Curse will intensely effect any and all corporate attempts to use any art that was trained on Tumblr artist’s work. Meaning, should it be used by marketing - it will effect C-Suite up as well.

4. The Curse will gain a morality of it’s own. Should it choose not to apply itself to a certain people, it is only because something worse is coming to them

5. I will remember the curse. I will watered it with my tears and dread. I will feed it all of my anger and despair. I will nature it with every hate I have. For every passing year in with this caster is not satisfied with the destruction of all’s bearer, it will strength.

And now, finally, The Curse

I curse you, I curse you a thousand times over

I curse you to fail and to fail spectacularly.

I curse you to taste champagne and to forever yearn for the good stuff

I curse you to a lifetime of social slavery, I curse you to always think twice

I curse you that one day you will need the drugs you invented and find them denied to you

I curse you so when you receive help, it is not enough and you are blamed for it’s lack

I curse that you will live and they will find ways of prolonging your life, your painful miserable life, and I curse you that if you so much a whisper a complaint that the doctor fall upon you with their charts and shatter you fragile hips

I curse your organs to fail and be replaced and fail and be replaced and fail-

I curse you to be denied pain relief in all forms

I curse you to see love, to know love’s touch, and to be denied it. Not rejected. Denied.

I curse you to work under bright lights and when your eyes start to dry, I curse you with overtime

I curse you with burning yourself on every grease trap you work on, ever dish from the dishwasher, every baked good, every boiling pot.

I curse you to know and to understand and to be able to do nothing and I curse that you will never settle into apathy

I curse you to be an open wound and every moment of your life be lemons

I curse that the weight on your back never eases, that your muscles never unwind, that nothing is ever as pleasurable as it should be

I curse you to have hobbies, ways to cope, and to have them denied to you

I curse to always look over your should, to always wake up in your own sweat, to always sit up at the sound of a jiggling lock

I curse you to live like this and to be brought back again to live like this and to be brought back again to live like this

I curse you to want to trust and to have it broken forever. I curse you to fall into the trap regardless

I curse you for three generations. All who fill your shoes will have it, not just your blood.

I curse that all I’ve forced to magick in pursuit of you to know you are the reason for it

And It is I who curses you

And I do not pray for it. It is my will that demands you be cursed.

God’s infinite mercy will not spare you from me.

Because He did not spare me from You

#lol sorry everyone #I’ve turned to digital witchcraft to cope #uhhhh obviously you CAN read it but it’s uh Good?#it’s just anger and wrath #likes to charge reblogs to cast #lol #mouse mumbles #poetry

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yan-lorkai · 2 years

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Brothers with a mc who hates them

Warnings: Yandere stuff, y'know. Guilt tripping, gaslighting, mention of punishments, implied death, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, broken mc, implied torture, usage of spells and drugs, blackmail, manipulation, death threat, toxic relantionship and much more. If something like this is happening to you, ask for help. Minors n ageless blogs will be blocked

Lucifer

His heart is so cold, so lonely. He saw each of his brothers fall from heaven, cast out for following him in his rebellion. He held his sister’s body in his arms as the life drained from her eyes. Lucifer was robbed of his fate by taking an oath to Diavolo; to serve him, to be his right-hand man. Lucifer knows more about the world and its pains than you could ever want to know. And you were just a small, fragile human. You were just a bunch of bones and flesh, thoughts and feelings. You were so pure, so innocent, no matter what you did. So it was more than obvious that he would want to protect you from the world so big and so scary, orchestrating a perfect plan for you to vanish and no one could ever find you.

But he can still remember, with a sour taste in his mouth and some regret in mind, how you used to scream and struggle to get rid of the handcuffs on your wrists, to lean away from his touch. And he didn’t understand that and neither did he understand the look in your eyes. Lucifer is not delusional, but so long trying to carry the world on his shoulders has taken away some of his reasoning. For a moment he actually thought that when he embraced your trembling form and whispered, most of the time, praise and promises, you would love him. That when he had you on his lap while he wiped your tears and calmly kissed your cheek, that you would adore him in equal measure.

But otherwise, you never stopped screaming. You never stopped trying to run away. And today as he drinks another glass of Demonus, he still remembers that you never screamed again after your first punishment, never again tried to tell lies about how you hated him for stealing your life and your freedom. You just sat there and stared at him with your cold, dead eyes, never responding to any comments he made. You couldn’t gather your strength for it anymore. And then there was the second punishment and then the third, each one trying to make you react somehow, trying to make you feel, but no matter how much blood came out or how much he was screaming and shaking you, you didn’t react. You remained emontionless, apathetic.

Maybe if he’d understood earlier that his overwhelming feeling wasn’t good or healthy, wasn’t as human as he thought he was, maybe he would have pushed you away to protect you and him. You hated him, he understood that now as he held your body against his, content to listen to your shallow breathing. The hate that your soul kept emanating even after it was broken was something that would imprint itself on him forever, it was something that would haunt him because you were right all along, although he would never, ever admit it out loud to you or to himself.

But its alright. After all you will love him one way or another. He guarantees it. The drug potion he chose guarantees that. And your hate will completely disappear, as if it never existed. You will laugh and smile and speak again. It doesn’t matter if you’re never the same person again as long as you can love him as he loves you, it doesn’t matter because he just let that hate disappear from your eyes.

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Mammon

The second strongest, the second oldest brother most teased among the younger brothers. Mammon is like an ever-moving sea, he doesn’t know what he feels because he’s always thinking and he’s so confused. Like, he doesn’t know if he genuinely loves you or he just has a huge affection for you because you don’t make fun of him or call him scum. You are different from his brothers, you are more affectionate, he can feel the friendship you have for each other through your eyes. So of course he can act like a tsundere, but he’s on cloud nine every time he’s with you. Being with you is almost like being in heaven again.

He especially loves the weekends where you watch movies and sleep together. Having his arms around your waist or you holding him across your chest makes him fall asleep quickly, it’s just amazing how he feels every time that happens. His heart beat faster, his palms were sweating a lot and his voice shook every time he was beside you. But he’s afraid, he’s so afraid you’ll reject him. So he does the only thing he can: Mammon destroyed your relationship with your friends, spreading untruthful rumors among the most gossipy demons and your grades are dropping really fast. Lucifer is always demanding the best results for an exchange student, saying that you must improve. But the pressure is too much and you go to Mammon to vent.

The same person you seek comfort from, who is massaging your shoulders and neck, is the same person who caused all these problems in the first place, the same person who wants to monopolize your time entirely for him. And he doesn’t feel the least bit guilty and doesn’t have empathy for your current state, after all he can help you as long as you’re always on his side, as long as you look at him. But what the Avatar of Greed didn’t expect was that one of his friends, who had apparently stopped talking to you out of nowhere, would text you about the things he had done.

And oh god, oh god, you’re so mad at him that you’re shaking, biting your lip to keep from screaming but it’s in vain. You’re screaming about how everything he’s done is wrong, that he should stay away from you and how you’re going to tell Lucifer everything. And that’s exactly what you do, leaving that place and saying it out loud. “I hate you!”

The sweet MC he met has been replaced by this cold and reserved version, you never looked at him the same again, you never spoke to him the same way again and even used your pact to force him to leave you alone. But you’re so naive, Mammon’s crush on you can’t go away just because you want to. No, he spends the next few months thinking and planning how to get you somewhere else to live in peace and he executes the plan overnight. In the morning none of you know how busy the House of Lamentation is, looking for MC the human and Mammon their idiot brother. And you honestly don’t need to know, Mammon is here for you, to hug you, to kiss you, to tell you I love you, to comfort you and be your only source of contact.

Sooner or later, that hate of yours will be lost inside your own mind. Very soon you and he will be a couple united by obsession and stockholm.

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Leviathan

Now this one is complicated. Levi knows he can be considered a yandere, he knows that what he feels is neither normal nor right, but he loves every moment you spend together too much to care if it’s healthy or not. And you always look so happy when you’re reading manga and playing with him, it’s not like he’s forcing you to be there. But it’s normal that he wants to spend time with you, after all you are his Henry, his first and only friend. So he doesn’t really understand why you want to spend time with other people, he really thinks he’s a good enough friend for you and feels jealous when you’re talking to others.

“I knew… Of course you wouldn’t want to spend time with a disgusting otaku like me and I don’t blame you for that. You can go, I’ll be fine here alone because loneliness is all I’ve known forever.”

He is a manipulator and is always trying to make you feel guilty about your choices. The paranoia inside your head, the fear that you’re doing something wrong, and the uncertainty always take you back to the demon of envy, back to the toxicity of that room and those games. But Levi pretends it’s okay, letting you always win at games and letting you copy his homework. He’s not as good at PDA as his brothers, but he tends to hug your waist and pull you closer when the two of you are alone, your face resting on his shoulder. And sometimes he even lets you lie on his lap.

What’s funnier is that you don’t notice how far you’re drifting away from your other friends until Simeon points out that there’s something wrong with your relationship with Levi, how he’s always looking for your presence, your friendship, your love, your everything. Levi is consuming your being little by little and you can’t do anything, you don’t want to do anything, because when you’re with him your mind and your heart are always calm, united. And you don’t realize how toxic this relationship is, despite the constant doubts inside your mind. And even though you realize it, if you fight that instinct to see him continuously every hour of the day, that you curse him for doing what he did, even after all that, you still carry a feeling inside of you.

If you didn’t know better you would say it was love. But the truth is, it’s hate, hate so pure that you could rival Satan himself for who is the true Avatar of Wrath. Fighting day after day with your emotional dependency on Levi is difficult, especially when you live with him and his brothers. But you start to pick yourself up slowly, little by little, just so that he pretends he’s a victim and that it’s all inside your head, that you’re crazy, that Simeon is jealous of the relationship you have and that you should listen only to him. It doesn’t matter if your hate continues, it doesn’t matter that little by little you’re so paranoid that you don’t communicate with anyone else, he still loves you and accepts you. Even if it’s wrong. And he knows a way for you to be his alone; locking you into a game that only he knows so that only he can see you and talk to you forever.

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Satan

The polite Avatar of Wrath, always on the verge of exploding with rage when things provoke him too much, is someone you never see coming. He is cruel and very silent, when you least expect it you are meticulously caught in his web, unable to move without his permission, unable to think without his permission. Satan is sweet at the beginning of your relationship, listening to your problems, encouraging you to spend time reading with him or go with him to a cat cafe that recently opened. But you are a poor little thing, so stubborn. He could devour all of your essence because you make him feel like he does. It’s love. It’s definitely love. He’s read about it many times in his books and seen it in movies.

Satan knows there’s a good percentage of you hating him for what he’s about to do, but he couldn’t care less. He will destroy you and rebuild you to the perfect image; to the ideal partner for him. Spell after spell, your essence drained like water into a drain. Things are no longer the same, the joy, the excitement of being in a new place, the fear and anxiety of living surrounded by demons, the tiredness and satisfaction of getting good grades. Nothing is the same after a while. But you think it’s just the monotony taking effect, after all the routine of going to the RAD and back to the House of Lamentation is pretty boring. But with the exams coming in, your worries quickly fade and you find yourself spending more and more time with Satan, studying and debating, waiting for his approving smile and head pat you get every time you offer a positive answer. It’s natural for you now and when you don’t get it, you’re disappointed in yourself.

What you didn’t know is that you were being conditioned to think that way by Satan’s manipulation through Pavlov. A tactic used by psychologists. And you probably wouldn’t notice the manipulation if it weren’t for you entering his room when he wasn’t present, plans for what he would do to you once you were his. Tears streamed down from your eyes as you slowly realized what it all meant; the lie, the betrayal of Satan. But you’re so naive, of course he would do that, he’s a demon. Bad stuff is what he does to poor, innocent people!

And you turned to run from there. Run for help, to scream everything you found out but you never took a step. Satan was behind you, his arms holding you exactly in place as a wide, bizarre smile graced his lips. Your hatred is raging everywhere and he’s just enjoying himself, reveling in the situation, stroking your face as he walked over to drop a kiss on your forehead. See, he feeds on your hate and anger. He does not care. He just wants you to hate him, to try to fight him more and more so he can put you in your place, but he also wants you to love him unconditionally.

He doesn’t need to kidnap you or anything like that, after all with the spell he has Satan practically controls your mind and your will. He knows everything and lying to him is impossible. You’re going to break soon anyway.

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Asmodeus

Asmo doesn’t want a partner. He wants a doll to wear and play with, he wants someone dependent on him and his attention, someone who also loves him as he loves them. If you had noticed how he was clingy with you, deciding things for you and speaking for you, if you had cared a little more about these Asmo quirks then maybe you would be free now. But freedom is just a taste forgotten in your mouth. You don’t laugh. You do not speak. You just stare at him, as if everything that happens in front of you is just a monotonous movie, as if you no longer feel anything.

But again, it’s not like Asmo cared. Sure, it can be annoying when you don’t react to the latest gossip he tells you or when he tells you about his day. But maybe you need a little more time to recover from everything he’s done; of threats and blackmail, but you were so innocent that he felt the need to protect you from everyone. It was all necessary after all, and you can’t blame him just because you don’t want to see things from his point of view. If you had understood things would have been easier, he wouldn’t have needed to punish you for yelling so much.

You two are always in the public eye dancing and drinking in clubs, posing for pictures at Devilgram and acting like lovesick fools. But if you know how to play the game of Asmo right, you can manipulate him by using his ego and his narcissism against him.If you haven’t already made a pact with him, it’s a wise choice to go to Solomon and ask him to get Asmodeus to stop acting that way. But even so, even though his feelings are being controlled by a mere pact, even though his brothers think he’s crazy about the things he’s done to you, he still loves you obsessively. He loves you that could choke on the feeling itself. It’s addictive madness!

Keep hating him. Keep looking at him that way. Keep noticing him. He wants everything you’re willing to give him. And enjoy while this time lasts because Asmodeus will have you in his arms one way or another, the possibilities are endless from a spell to break the pact to Solomon’s assassination and, in that way, the nullification of the command.

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Beelzebub

This friendly giant here is the second easiest type of yandere to deal with, because he literally just wants to protect you from bad influences and he really takes your opinion very seriously. So the only way he can do you any harm is if he manipulates you into being a little more on his side, but even then he might not notice what he’s doing. I mean, he took you to help him exercise and then to eat at Hell’s Kitchen. It’s just another normal day for you, so why are you trying to make excuses for not following him anymore?

Beel probably thinks he’s done something wrong and handles it the way he knows best. He eats. He eats a lot more than usual, he even tries to eat a pillar in the Demon Lord’s Castle again. But he is promptly stopped by Lucifer who patiently talks to him and makes him find the reason for his problems. You. You’re the reason for his troubles, but don’t take it the wrong way, he doesn’t want to offend you. He adores you as a member of his family, it was clear that your rejection would hurt him. Beel is just trying to be friendly because you are a little human in Devildom, a lot of demons want to eat your soul and he won’t let you.

Except he doesn’t know how to apologize. He’s like a giant shadow hovering over your shoulders, following you around instead of having a dialogue. And food can’t really distract him because he carries an absurd amount of food in his backpack for him and you; your favorites foods by the way. But if you try to start a conversation with him about how uncomfortable you were and hated how suffocating he was, Beelzebub will try to change and stop these trends. Really, he’s trying. But he just can’t.

And one night incredibly sad and lonely because Belphie wasn’t there to hear him speak, he had a nightmare. Same nightmare with lilith being killed but you were the one in her place this time. And he knew deep down as he broke into your room and took you somewhere else, to a completely secluded place that only he and Belphie knew, that what he was doing was wrong. You would hate him. No, you already hated him. Your eyes were real about it, although you didn’t react to anything. He felt your hatred of him with every thing he did. But he’s okay with living with your hatred as long as you’re alive and safe from harm. He’s always feeding you your favorite foods, helping you with whatever you need and putting you to sleep.

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Belphegor

Invading your dreams to turn them into nightmares was the thing that amused him the most after you revived. All of his brothers were happy with you, the fake copy of Lilith. But he knew more. And every night he killed your dearest people in front of you, seeing how you cried and cried for someone’s help, anyone, making you suffer just like the humans made him suffer when they killed Lilith. And the more you try to interact with him, asking him for a chance to see you as MC, the human, rather than MC, the descendant of Lilith, that’s when things get worse.

Hallucinations of strange beings trying to kill you, chasing you down the halls and whispering death threats you recognized as the same ones Belphie whispered to you, before killing you in the attic. But you like the good person you are and with the good soul you have, you try to forget and forgive him for all the evil he did, once again, putting up with things and trying to protect the brothers, carrying the world on your back. And that only makes Belphie hate you even more, hate you so much that he could kill you and revive to kill you again. Stop being good to him when he doesn’t deserve it!

He honestly spends more time making your life hell than sleeping or plotting against Lucifer with Satan like he used to. Your plans always go wrong, your friends are always avoiding you and nothing you do goes right. It’s just useless and tiring, yet if you talk about it with the brothers they’ll probably say it’s just something that’s inside your head because things are normal????

Anyway, you find yourself cornered by Belphie in every situation that goes wrong. With tears in your eyes and trying to look scary, you proclaim his hatred with a shriek filled with feeling, your fists shaking. You can try to run away, scream, run or fight, but regardless, now that Belphie has witnessed your hatred and anger towards him, such a negative feeling, he wants more and more. Come on, keep hating and cursing him, it’ll be more fun to carry out each of the death threats when you’re feeling what he feels for you.

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Morningstar

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x femreader

Rating: E

Words: 6.5k

Warnings: death, violence, blood, blood drinking, smut (semi public, rough, choking).

A/N: well, this is it (for the main story at least 👀). Coming together with @magpie-to-the-morning to write this gothy little love story has been such a fantastic experience and honestly, I don't even have the words. So thank you to Emma for her endless encouragement and boundless ideas, thank you to @jadore-andor for always being the best beta (and soul mate), and thank all of you for reading 🖤

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three - Only Lovers Left Alive

It was anguish, this feeling that blazed hot in his chest, where his heart used to beat. It tore him open from the inside, ripping and rending beneath his ribcage, burning everything in its wake. He was choking on it.

Had she always felt so fragile? Had his hands always looked so large as they cupped her jaw?

The moment her heart stopped, Eddie begged whoever might be listening to just fucking save her. He pressed a kiss to her rapidly cooling lips, muttering senseless prayers against her skin. Of course in death, she was even more beautiful than in life. Briar was nothing if not made for an existence in the dark; only she could make the monstrous so lovely. The moon shone milky over her skin, her eyes closed, her soft mouth parted. He couldn't will away the tears, couldn't stop the howl that tore from his throat, half wail, half roar, raw and jagged in his mouth.

A shout of fear met his ears through the trees, easy to make out over the chitter of nocturnal animals. He could hear them, the scampering footsteps that carried those assholes from the woods, their fear at what he'd become, of what they'd done, a tantalizing taste on the wind. He ran a knuckle over Briar's cheek, blinking away the red that began to blur his vision.

They wanted to say he was a monster? He would show them a monster. He would show them their darkest fears. It wouldn't bring her back, but it might sate the beast that prowled beneath his skin.

Another frightened yell sounded, closer this time, confused and lost in the dark. Eddie's ears perked up at the noise and with one last look at the love of his short, miserable life, he was off, bounding through the woods.

They were prey, weak and pathetic and so easily breakable.

And he was the predator, stalking them in the night.

It didn't bring the clarity that he had hoped for, didn't ease the burden of knowing that he had lost her. But the taste of dread in their blood had been sweet, slaking a thirst he hadn't known lived beneath his skin.

With Briar, he had always held back out of concern of hurting her or going too far. But there was no fear this time, just their blood and the heady taste of regret, the knowledge that their choices had brought them here. Eddie didn't stop himself, just drank until he felt sloshy, nearly drunk with it. Not since the night that she found him had he felt this feral drive to feed.

He didn't remember digging the hole, didn't remember shrouding her lovely face with his bandana. Passing the soft dirt over her body snapped him back to reality, the pain, the what ifs snapping at his heels and dragging him under the tidal wave of his grief.

What if they had stayed home tonight?

What if he had been less concerned with looking like a monster to her and had acted when those bastards had shown up instead of waiting?

What if he’d pressed the issue of her going back to school, giving college another shot, and promising he’d live somewhere close by?

What if.

The questions pattered against his skull like the dirt he shoveled over her body, his hands now stained rust with the blood of the men who had put her there.

The stack of books you’d collected for “research” thudded against the table where you dropped them.

“Hawkins Library has a surprisingly decent occult section. What’s up with that?”

“Maybe they know something we didn’t.” Eddie, who’d started making you a cup of tea as soon as you let yourself back into the basement apartment, glanced over at your towering pile and widened his eyes in mock surprise. “Um, d’you think you got enough books?”

“I mean, some of the ones I really wanted were checked out and I had to have the librarian put a graduate thesis on vampire bat feeding behavior on hold for me. You should have seen the eyebrow raise I got for that one.” You sighed and settled into a chair next to him, stretching your neck this way and that to work out the kinks left by hours of sitting hunched over card catalogs and reading desks. Catching the playful look in Eddie’s eyes, you trailed off, “Oh, you were joking.”

He dropped a kiss on top of your head before placing a steaming mug in front of you. “Why yes, Velma, I was.”

“Pfft.” It was hard to be too irritated when he followed up the gentle teasing by digging his fingers into your tense shoulder muscles. Your head lolled back against his midriff, exposed by another crop top he’d shorn once you promised him that no, you were never going to wear that Oingo Boingo shirt again. You looked up, your cheek nuzzled against the curve of his hip. This angle gave you a peek at the smirk lifting his lips as you let out a truly indecent moan.

“Is all this… homework really necessary? I can think of way more fun ways to spend our time.” One hand drifted beneath the collar of your shirt, the tips of his fingers grazing a hair's breadth over the swell of your breast. Molten warmth rushed through you, but you pressed your thighs together with a silent promise of later.

“There’s just so much we don’t know. Don’t you want to understand how this all works? What makes you tick now, or how someone could take you out?”

“Uhm…I do not like the way you’re asking that question.” Eddie’s large hands paused in their circling as he looked down at you, an exaggerated expression of alarm on his face.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not gonna stake you,” you soothed teasingly. “Especially if you keep working that knot right… there… ohhh.”

With one hand making slow, steady strokes against the nape of your neck, Eddie thumbed through the stack of books with the other. “The Natural History of the Vampire, In Search of Dracula, The Living Dead: A Study of the Vampire in Romantic Literature - I like the sound of that one. Who’s Elizabeth Bathory?”

“Hungarian noblewoman who supposedly bathed in blood.”

“Metal.”

“Yeah, but she murdered a ton of her maidservants to do it so, not so great.”

“Oh, fuck that. What else… The Vampyre, Carmilla… No Anne Rice? I’m surprised.”

You jerked your chin towards a nearby bookcase. “I’ve got my own.” When you reached to grab your well-worn copy of Interview off the shelf and came up several inches short, Eddie rose to get it for you. “Mind getting Dracula for me, too? It’s only a few books to the right.”

“I don’t know what’s more alarming - your organizational skills or your not so secret vampire obsession,” he deadpanned.

“Ha ha.” Your tone was mocking as you rolled your eyes at him. “Please keep in mind it was my not so secret vampire obsession that kept you alive.”

The two of you spent hours poring over the books, looking for anything that might explain Eddie’s second chance at life or what his new existence would hold.

Sorting fact from fiction in light of his transformation proved even more complicated than you’d guessed.

As much as you’d loved myths, legends, and fairytales, once you’d stopped checking the backs of closets for Narnia, you’d come to appreciate them more as folktales - metaphors for understanding. Garlic didn’t ward off restless spirits, it simply masked the overpowering scent of corpses when people still grieved for their dead at home. Werewolves and the things that went bump in the night weren’t real, they were a more palatable explanation for the monstrous things humans could do to each other. People wanted to believe that danger came from outside, from the dark, mysterious woods, not from the family, friends, and neighbors they saw every day.

And while the recent events in Hawkins bore that out, the more you researched, the more you wondered: how many of these superstitions sprang from actual encounters with the otherworldly? And how could you possibly begin to untangle the centuries of buried truths and pretty lies?

Your musing on one such question got Eddie’s attention. “It’s interesting how many stories require the victim to ingest the vampire’s blood to be turned. I always thought that was more of a pop culture thing.”

“Yeah, that’s - “ Eddie’s half mumbled reply trailed off and he jerked his head up. “Hold the fuck up. Did you think that when I fed on you that first night?”

“I… Maybe?” You quailed under the intensity of his stare. “Okay, fine, I knew it was a possibility. But it’s not like I’m about to be feasted on by bats.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Consciousness crept back to you like a cat in the darkness, soft-pawed and silent, awareness an unexpected brush against your sleeping mind. At first you thought you must be back in bed, Eddie’s form sprawled over you, your limbs heavy with dreaming. But no, the cotton resting over your face that carried his scent wasn’t one of your bedsheets- it was a shroud. His bandana, you guessed, though you couldn’t see it. Even opening your eyes was no help, though you swore you could hear your eyelashes dragging against the thin fabric. And the weight pressing down on you wasn’t his body but dirt.

You could smell it then - the loam and the leaf litter, the rich, moist rot of things returning to the soil. It was shockingly alive, busy with burrowing creatures, a thousand tiny lives making their way through the dark, secret world. How had you never heard how full the night was? You could hear mice skittering through their endless tunnels, the chirp and flutter of bats on the wing. And beyond that, another sound, muffled and hoarse but achingly familiar.

“Come on, sweetheart, tell me I did this right. I promise I’ll never make fun of your research again, just come back to me.”

Eddie.

It all came flooding back - kissing in the moonlight, his lithe form beneath you as he held you, sent you flying. The acid taste of fear when you’d been found, the way he put his body between you and harm before you could blink. Him begging you to run, as if leaving him was ever an option. Rough hands pulling you from him, the way he’d snarled and fought to get to you. The sheer relief of running back into his arms, the dull pain when Chance had -

Chance had driven a knife into you. The killing blow meant for Eddie had caught you instead, ripped you away from your lover a final time - from life itself. Fury roared beneath your skin. How dare they? They would have killed the man you loved. They had killed you.

You wouldn’t let them win.

Dirt cascaded as you moved, need driving you back to the surface. To Eddie. You kicked and clawed and heaved yourself free, shuddering with relief when one searching hand pushed through the last layer of resistance and met cool night air.

For a moment you fought not to panic, clawing at open space in an attempt to break free. You could feel the chill of the night air kissing your fingertips and then a vice-like grip wrapped around your wrist, tugging hard. You kept fighting, kicking and thrashing as the dirt gave way to the pearly light of the moon, shining through the thin fabric of your shroud. The cloth was torn away and Eddie looked over you, bloodstained and more beautiful than anything you had ever seen before.

“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned in relief. He raked his eyes over your dirt streaked face, brushed dead leaves from your hair and skimmed his hands over you before pulling you into a crushing embrace. “I thought I lost you.”

His familiar scent curled around you, grounding and enticing. You dragged your lips against his jaw, desperation and the taste of his skin nearly bringing you to your knees. Something new woke up in you, something powerful and hungry. You writhed in his arms, burying your face in his neck, desperate to quell the blinding need inside you. You’d never felt a hunger like this - for closeness, for blood, for life. Your research had taught you that the blood in Eddie’s veins wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the hunger roaring inside you but there was a beast prowling beneath your skin and it was all you could do to keep her leashed.

“I know, baby, I know,” he soothed. Had his voice always sounded so rich? The sound of it settled over you like melting honey, soothing and sweet. He picked you up and carried you all too gently until your back rested against the rough bark of a massive tree. His tenderness was nearly painful when your body cried out for violence, something you had never anticipated truly craving, and you mewled, aching for more. More ferocity, more hurt, more him.

More, more, more.

“I’ve got you. Here.” He guided your mouth to what should have been his pulse point. “There,” he murmured. “Right there.”

You sank your fangs into his neck and sucked. Hard.

Fangs. You had fangs. The thought was jarring enough to send you into a tailspin, but the hunger was too intense, too all consuming, and you shoved it away. The black blood that welled in your mouth wasn’t enough to keep you satisfied for long but it took the edge off enough for you to relax into Eddie’s hold, to nuzzle closer and lap at the taste of him that you needed just as badly.

“Jesus, Briar,” Eddie exhaled. His arms were tight around you and he dragged grateful, aimless kisses over your face. “That scared the shit out of me.”

The sound that left your throat was halfway between a moan and a whine and Eddie’s fingers tightened against your hair. The slight sting of pain was a welcome jolt and you arched your back in a silent invitation for more. Eddie shuddered against you but you could feel him hardening against your core.

You pulled back, your lips painted in dull black blood, your eyes shining in the dark. “I need more,” you rasped.

Eddie’s expression was pained as he glanced at the sky. “I uh, lost track of time,” he admitted. “I don’t know how much night we have left. I’ll take you home, see if I can’t bring… something back.”

You cut off his nervous babbling with a filthy kiss, groaning with pleasure when you felt his lips open beneath yours, felt his tongue flicking to catch the trail of blood coursing down your chin.

“Not blood. You.”

He pulled back, his eyes black in the moonlight, your reflection shining back at you as he searched your face.

"I'm still me, right? Like you were still you. I just need a reminder, okay?"

Whatever he was looking for, he found it. Eddie nodded and surged forward, catching your lips in a bruising kiss. You wriggled out of his hold, your feet barely touching the ground before tugging him down into the dirt. He was no longer cold beneath your fingertips, the temperature of your skin now matching. You pushed your hands beneath his t-shirt, nails dragging over the plains of his abdomen as you swallowed his groan. With rushed motions, he pulled your shirt over your head, leaning down to scrape his teeth over the swell of your breast. You writhed beneath him, arching your back to pull him closer, closer, closer. Then your skirt was gone, his pants pulled to his knees, and he was back between your thighs, burying himself in you with one quick stroke.

It had been incredible, each time Eddie had you bare beneath him, pushing inside of you and stealing the air from your lungs. But this? It was different. You could feel everything, every drag of his skin, every caress of his breath over your neck, each individual hair as it tickled against your cheek.

It was overwhelming. And not nearly enough.

"More," you croaked, your throat dry.

"Yeah?" His voice was rough, strained as he curled his body around you, sucking a bruise against your throat.

"Yeah," you breathed, digging furrows down his back. He pulled out of you and you whined at the loss of him, the sound cut off as he turned you roughly to your stomach. The smell of rich earth and the dampness of spring surrounded you, fallen leaves biting into your skin as Eddie spread your legs with a knee, bending over you to hold your wrists over your head in one hand. The other ghosted over the column of your spine before fisting his length, nudging the blunt head at your entrance.

You cried out when he pressed forward, stretching you wide with this new angle. A hand snaked beneath you to lift your ass into the air and you saw stars when he thrust slow and deep, leaving no space between you. That same hand found your clit, rubbing quick circles that had you keening for more.

You had had him in nearly every conceivable way, but it had never been like this. This was feral, it was wild and bordered on painful. But it was exactly what you needed to remind you that you had survived; with his blood in your veins you had risen from the dead and the gift you'd been given was too precious to waste. He didn't have to hold back from hurting you anymore, didn't need to treat you like spun glass. Even here in this vulnerable position, you felt more powerful than you ever had.

Eddie heaved you up toward him, your back pressed flush to his chest and his hand resting at the base of your throat.

"I never thought you could be more beautiful," he husked against the shell of your ear. "God, I was wrong. You were fucking made for this." His grip on your neck tightened and you moaned, dropping your head back to look at him. Fuck, he was beautiful, all wild hair and glassy eyes, the red tracks of his tears still staining his cheeks. There would never be enough time with him, enough of this.

You pulled out of Eddie's embrace, turning to face him and lunging as soon as you had him in your sights. His face was lovely in its surprise, his moan even more delicious in your mouth. The moonlight tangled in his hair as it spread over the leaves, catching on his fair skin and illuminating the melted chocolate brown of his eyes that you loved so much.

Straddling him, you sank down on his cock, growling in pleasure at the stretch, sure you would split open around him. It was fucking divine. You couldn't help but lean forward, resting your hand against his throat. Eddie's eyes went wide, his full lip between his teeth, and then he gave you a small nod. You rolled your hips, your hand gently squeezing the sides of his neck. At the sensation, his eyes rolled back, his hips bucking up into you, and you cried out. His fingers dug sharply into the meat of your hips

Eddie gazed up at you, trusting and hopeful as an offering to a dark goddess. Power surged through you and you tipped your head back as you rode him, basking in the thrill of his worship. Pleasure built stroke by stroke and thrust by thrust until you were delirious with it, slippery with want and crying out for more. It rippled inward, driving you higher and higher until it was a cataclysm inside you, so all-consuming that your very bones went molten at his touch.

Eddie’s face contorted in a mask of ecstasy as you shuddered, the violence of it nearly enough to force him out of you. He followed you over the edge instead, his cock twitching and his mouth working silently as you spasmed around him, pulling every last drop of him inside you.

Utterly spent, you collapsed into his arms. Slowly, the sound of the woods at night stole back over you until they were nearly deafening and you buried your face in his shoulder.

"Take me home, Eddie," you murmured. "I'm tired and I'm dirty and I just…I can't be here anymore."

Eddie helped you stand, gingerly settling you back into your torn and filthy clothes before adjusting his own. When you were ready, he took your hand, tugging you back along the path you'd taken at twilight. Had that really only been hours ago?

He hadn't been exaggerating about how overwhelming it all was. The noise of the forest creatures all around you as you neared your neighborhood assailed your ears and the lights shining through from the suburb were nearly blinding. Even your parents’ house was an assault on your senses, all Lemon Pledge and potpourri, expensive electronics humming even in their sleep. You stumbled after him, half in a daze as the reality of your situation began to sink in.

This had never felt like home, not really, but now you felt even more lost amidst the muted pastels and bland artwork. You were dimly aware of the mud you were tracking across your mother’s floors, a bloodied changeling in her spotless home.

There was no place for you here anymore.

Sensing your mood, Eddie squeezed your hand and led you gently towards the basement door.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. You’ll feel more… like yourself, I promise.”

You wondered if the word he had stumbled over was human.

The shower did help, although you took it in the dark. The pounding water drove out the noise in your head and sluiced away the dirt and blood until only you were left, clean and sleek and new.

Afterwards, Eddie lay beside you, his skin shower-warm against yours and his still-damp hair brushing your forehead, the smell of the shampoo you shared lulling you into a dreamy state of comfort. He had kept you within arms reach since you clawed your way out of the dirt, like he was afraid you would slip off into the night if he let you go. When he traced a tender line along your brow and down the velvet curve of your cheek, you nuzzled closer, your lips quirking in a small, sleepy smile. His face fell at the sight of your newly pointed teeth gleaming white in the dark.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was thick and your brows knit in confusion.

“Sorry, for what?”

“For making you...”

Into a freak.

A monster.

Like me.

The words hung in the air, unsaid and heavier for it. He tried to pull away but you made him meet your gaze once more.

“Eddie, I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”

He bristled. “You wouldn’t have been in danger if it wasn’t for me. It’s my - “

“Give me more credit, Munson.” You sat up straighter, your eyes blazing with feeling. “I chose to be there with you tonight. I chose to put myself between you and those assholes. And I would do it again because you’re worth it.”

His eyes snapped to yours, wide and brown and full of something like awe. “Yeah?”

The still uncertain note in his voice was heartbreaking. “Yeah, baby.”

He sighed and sagged against you. “Your research didn’t turn up any resurrection spells or anything, did they? You should find one so I can bring those bastards back and kill them again.”

“Good plan. Give me a crack at them this time,” you half joked, earning a watery chuckle. You laid a palm against his cheek and softened when he leaned into your touch. “You already saved me, Eddie. You’re my knight in shining armor.”

“I’m literally wearing one of your shirts.” He swiped at his eyes and lifted his head. “Shining concert tee, maybe.”

“Yes, and like I told you before, you look very cute in it.” The tension bled out of the moment. You wriggled until your back pressed against his chest, your shoulders easing as he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your temple.

With his face pressed to the back of your neck and his lips curved into a grin, Eddie murmured “Much better than chainmail, babe.”

“Easier to sleep in, anyway,” you mumbled around a yawn. Even as sleep tugged at you, your mind whirred with questions. “What happens next? Do I tell my parents? God, what do I tell them?”

“Get some rest. We can figure everything else out tomorrow.” Eddie, curled protectively around you, kissed the top of your head as though it would drive out all those nagging worries.

Miraculously, it worked.

Half way between sleep and dreaming, you could have sworn his arms tightened around your chest before he whispered something that sounded like I love you.

“Love you too,” you mumbled, one hand clasping his before you drifted off.

You couldn’t stay in Hawkins. Both of you knew it was no longer an option, a cramped cage you’d both outgrown, one too dangerous to linger in even for the threadbare sense of security that familiarity offered. There would be nothing here for you now, and you were endangering your parents and Wayne and the little gang that Eddie had followed into the Upside Down by simply existing in the same vicinity.

The following days passed in a blur of packing and preparations, all set against the backdrop of adjusting to your new “life.” You’d already gotten used to waking at sunset to spend time with Eddie, but everything else unfolded like a series of shocks, no less surprising each time a new one came. Your gleaming fangs. The predatory stillness of your body at rest. The way even dim, setting sunlight scorched your skin. The burning thirst.

Eddie found you staring into a full mug of tea more than once, amber depths cooling as its warmth seeped from the mug to your hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to drink it. The drink you’d always loved sat thin and bitter on your tongue, wrong, no longer what your body craved, but the ritual of making it was too ingrained to simply abandon. It gave you something to hold when it felt like so much else was sliding away, a familiar comfort you weren’t yet willing to relinquish.

You threw yourself into a search for understanding in stolen moments not devoted to boxing up the remnants of your life once more, scouring library books and testing your limits every chance you had. You were still you, with all the same memories and hopes and fears, but your body has been remade, a sleeker model of your former self, all powerful limbs and sharpened teeth. Your hearing and vision were heightened, but so was your sense of yourself. You were faster, more agile, somehow more in command of your body than you had been - more at home beneath your skin. You relished the freedom of it, the sense of invulnerability. You could run through the darkened woods without fear, knowing you were the deadliest creature prowling through the trees.

Well, other than the dark shadow at your back.

Eddie rarely left your side, not until the last time you woke beneath your parents’ roof. Cardboard boxes full of clothes and records, books and cassettes sat waiting by the door, along with the potted plants you couldn’t bear to leave behind. Jonathan’s cat carrier perched on top of the heap. The little black cat wriggled and twisted as you tried to get him inside the plastic crate and guilt gnawed at you for taking him away from the only home he’d ever known.

“You’ll love the city,” you promised apologetically as you slid the door shut. “We’ll get a balcony so you can go out and bother the pigeons.”

He blinked up at you and let out a reproachful meow, as though fully aware you wouldn’t let him actually slink through alleys full of the plump birds, too afraid he’d be lost in the chaos.

“Yeah, I know,” you murmured, crossing your arms around yourself. “I’m nervous about it, too.”

After setting down a final box, Eddie wound himself around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. “We don’t have to do this, y’know. We can figure something else out.”

You took a last look around at the newly bare walls. Stripped of your fairy lights and concert posters, the basement already looked painfully ordinary, just one more slice of suburban life that you’d felt oddly remote from even before becoming a bloodsucking fiend (as you’d affectionately taken to calling yourself). Even if you had wanted to stay, it was time to admit that this life was like an ill-fitting coat. You couldn’t keep forcing yourself into it and complaining when it pinched.

“I’m sure. There’s no place for us here.” You swallowed thickly, sure of your decision even as your vision blurred red. Wordlessly, Eddie kissed the crown of your head. His leather jacket creaked as he swayed you gently in his arms.

“We’ll make our own place.” His promise was muffled against your hair. “I’ll bus tables or be a bouncer or something, put some of these new skills to use. You can… I don’t know, give school another try if you want?”

You turned to face him and the warmth shining in his eyes was enough to banish the cold that had seeped into your bones. He would do it, too - accept an undemanding job, even if it chafed or stifled him, feeling that it was his responsibility to sacrifice his happiness for yours.

As if you’d let him.

“Don’t you dare sell yourself short, Eddie Munson.”

He furrowed his brow and opened his mouth, likely to tell you that he would take any job that would help you pursue your dreams, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“Hawkins was never good enough for you, but New York might be. I’ve seen you play. You should be doing it in stadiums, not garages or my basement. I don’t know what I want to do yet but I’m sure as shit not going to sit on my ass while you hide yourself away.”

He looked skeptical, but you pushed past it. “I mean it. We’re going to do it differently this time. No more going along with things just because we think we should. It’s time that we found our place, okay? I’m choosing to look at the whole “undead” thing as a second chance and I am not above forcing that viewpoint on you. No bussing tables, got it?”

He tried to hide his grin, pulling his lip between his teeth and nodding. “You’re even bossier now that you’re dead.”

Your jaw dropped at the nonchalant way he said it, and then you were laughing, clutching your waist as you doubled over, snorting inelegantly. You pinched his thigh and laughed harder still when he yelped, slapping at your hands. Eventually you stood, flexing your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. “I mean it, babe. You deserve the life you want. We deserve it.”

“You’re right. Did you leave a note for your parents?” His voice went softer, not wanting to poke at the bruise that always flared when you thought about them.

You shifted from one foot to the other, nodding as you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest.

“Yeah, I left it on the counter.” When you raised your head, you gave him a wan smile. “Alright, Munson. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Mom and Dad,

How was the cruise? The house is fine (no parties, as promised - although I’m not sure who you thought would come). All the mail is on the dining room table and yes, I separated them into junk, bills, and catalogs this time.

Sorry for not meeting you but I have some news. I’m going back to school. You were right. I just need to buckle down and try harder to fit in, like you said. I have a feeling it’s actually going to work this time.

I wish

Oh, and I’m taking Jonathan with me so you don’t need to worry about feeding him. I’ll call you once you’re back to check in. Things in town are a little crazy right now so, take care, okay?

—

It was easier than you expected to lock the front door for the last time, the click of the mechanisms freeing you from any lingering attachments to the house you grew up in. And when you turned around and caught sight of Eddie leaning against the side of your beat up station wagon, a grin on his pretty face and his arms crossed over his chest, the weight that had settled over your shoulders evaporated, shimmering into the warm night air. For the first time in your life you were truly free.

And it was all because of him.

—

A few months had gone by in New York City when Eddie declared he was ready to reach out to Dustin, to apologize for the pain of letting him believe that he had died, to attempt and make amends with one of the only people who had truly understood him - who had literally held him in his arms as he slid from the mortal coil. He had sat at the little desk beneath the window, starting and stopping more times than you could count, the wastebasket at his feet soon overflowing with half finished, never good enough reasons for his disappearance. After a few nights of this, it was unbearable; you couldn’t stomach watching him punish himself for doing what he had to do to survive. So you sat on the desk, took his jaw in your hands, and kissed him as softly as you could manage.

“Eddie Munson, you are a hero - in life and in death, okay? Whatever it is you’re trying to say, Dustin will understand. That’s why you care about him so much, because he gets you. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be real.”

He gazed up at you, the chocolate brown of his eyes so soft in the lamplight and if it still beat, your heart would have tripped over itself at the sight. “You think so?”

“I know so. So get to writing, because I have plans of the naked variety for you later.” He swallowed audibly and you laughed, amused that he still looked at you with the same sense of awe as he had that first night in the woods.

Eventually Eddie found his courage and sent the letter. It was weeks before a response arrived. The first few sentences were terse, hurt bleeding into Dustin’s chicken scratch words. But eventually the love between them, and Dustin’s never ending interest in all things weird, won out, and Eddie poured his guts out, explaining everything that had happened that had led the two of you to flee, to pack up your thus far tiny lives and start a new life in New York.

For the next few years a series of letters flew between the two of them and you saw how much it meant that Eddie was still involved in his friends life, even if it was from the periphery. Each invitation back to Hawkins was met with a gentle refusal, a desire to keep both you and himself from the trauma and the memories that would always haunt that place. He heard the scattered phone calls between you and your parents, who still believed that you were studying abroad in Europe, so proud that their daughter had chosen to go back to school, and he knew he couldn’t risk you running into them and shattering the illusion. So he kept up his letter writing campaign, keen to stay involved in Dustin’s life however he could, a smile breaking over his face like sunshine each time a new envelope arrived.

Eventually Eddie snagged a night shift at a 24 hour record store in Chelsea that somehow snowballed into late night jam sessions with the shop owner and his intimidatingly cool daughter, the three of them somehow melding so many different sounds into a cohesive melodic darkness that you couldn’t help but love. Their first show had been in a tiny dive bar, a single strobe light flashing and a group of goths dominating the bar. Seeing Eddie on stage had cracked you open, your heart exploding through the cage of your ribs, every ounce of love that you had for him spreading warmly through your veins as you watched him do what he loved.

Around the time he had started at the record store, you responded to a wanted ad in the paper for a copywriter job and got it, happy to come into the office late when Eddie was working or practicing with his band. When the woman who wrote the horoscopes decided to retire early, you put on a brave face and applied for the gig. When you got it, Eddie surprised you with a bottle of champagne. You didn’t bother asking how he had managed to fill it with O negative, happy to leave some things to the imagination, content to be swept up in his embrace and the sweetness of the celebration.

It took time, but the two of you (and Jonathan) made the apartment a home. Low light plants filled the windowsills, more and more art found a home on your exposed brick walls, and crate upon crate of discounted records made their way into your living room. Framed pictures dotted your mantle, and the fairy lights from your old bedroom now wrapped around the headboard you’d been lucky enough to score off of one of Eddie’s coworkers. Jonathan chirped at the pigeons from the window and occasionally you would take him out on the fire escape to experience the sounds of the city, his slight bulk a grounding warmth in your lap.

And one day, a pear shaped diamond on a delicate band found its place on your left hand, shimmering each time the light hit it and reminding you that every sacrifice, every ounce of pain and instance of fear had been worth it because it led you here, to Eddie, to a life together, and to your forever.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #vampire eddie munson #joseph quinn #morningstar #my fic #stranger things fic

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Ship Songs

I was tagged by @simonxriley @aceghosts @baldurrs @marivenah to list 5-10 songs for a ship, thank you lovelies!! I’m definitely going to cheat because I love tag games with music regarding ocs. I go ham on playlists. Thank you so much for the tag!!!

Tagging: @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @playstationmademe @socially-awkward-skeleton @shegetsburned @sstewyhosseini @voidika @direwombat @fadedjacket @vampireninjabunnies-blog @glowwormsmith @inafieldofdaisies and whoever else!!! I really went for their throats and I might have teared up a bit at Anna’s last song tbh. Below the cut because I did...a few ships. (Also this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, so if you’ve already been tagged--ignore me).

Wren Blake x John Seed (x: two scales balanced)

I’ll Follow You - Shinedown

Just like the tower we never built And the shadow of all the guilt When the other hand was pointed at you Yet the first step is the one you believe in And the second one might be profound

Silvertongue - Young the Giant

Trying to think of a way to get started Stutter, my full train of thought just departed Taste of Mezcal on my breath Let me get this off your chest Open my mind, but the gems falling out Make you lose control

Unholy Confessions - Avenged Sevenfold

"I'll try, " she said as he walked away "Try not to lose you" Two vibrant hearts could change Nothing tears the being more than deception, unmasked fear "I'll be here waiting tested and secure" Nothing hurts my world Just affects the ones around me When sin's deep in my blood You'll be the one to fall

Hold Me Down - Halsey

Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walking me across a fragile line I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

Empty Gold - Halsey

I, I must confess How hard I tried to breathe Through the trees of loneliness You, you must confess How hard you need to see Through the heart beating out my chest Feel like we've been falling down Like these autumn leaves But baby don't let winter come Don't let our hearts freeze If the morning light don't steal our soul We will walk away from empty gold Dark as midnight sun Smoke as black as charcoal Fills into our fragile lungs 'Cause when our demons come Dancing in the shadows To a game that can't be won

Wren Blake x Eric Northman (x: eternally yours)

Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey

In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel looking to get fucked hard Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer Life imitates art You got that medicine I need Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please I don't really wanna know what's good for me God's dead, I said, "Baby, that's alright with me"

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Either way he wanted her and this was bad He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

There's a place in the dark where the animals go You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo I've really been on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me A kiss before she goes Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me Your kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be In love with all of these vampires So you can leave like the sane, abandon me

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames Hanging upside down For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

Siren - Kailee Morgue

There's a bright side To every wrong thing If you're looking at me through the right eyes Darkness in my name Don't you wanna come and play on the cool side Don't be so shy There's a pleasure in hidin' from the sun No, I was never one for pretty weather I'd rather be a creep, baby, follow me into the water I'll take you to the darker This could be perfection A venom drippin' in your mouth Singin' like a siren Love me while your wrists are bound You've been seeing me in your dreams but I'll be there when your reality drowns

Whitney Seed x Joseph Seed (x: far from eden)

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.

Oh life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up That's me in the corner That's me in the spot-light Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough

Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes Says it feels like heaven to him Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you own me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you own me, gimme them coinsAnd I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth

From Eden - Hozier

Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Hard Feelings - Lorde

I light all the candles Cut flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you These days, we kiss and we keep busy The waves come after midnight I call from underwater Why even try to get right? When you've outgrown a lover The whole world knows but you It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon Hard feelings These are what they call hard feelings of love When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold, oh oh Alone with the hard feelings of love God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home, oh oh Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave But I still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me I'll start letting go of little things 'til I'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah

Talk - Hozier

I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love (hey ya) I'd be the sweet feeling of release Mankind now dreams of (hey ya) That's found in the last witness Before the wave hits Marveling at God (hey ya) Before he feels alone One final time And marries the sea Imagine being loved by me I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

Grace Harding x Charles Smith (x: meet me in the woods)

Better Love - Hozier

And I've never loved a darker blue Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully When our truth is burned from history By those who figured justice in fond memory, witness me Like fire weeping from a cedar tree Know that my love would burn with me We'll live eternally

In the Cold, Cold Night - The White Stripes

I can't stand it any longer I need the fuel to make my fire bright So don't fight it any longer Come to me again in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night And I know that you feel it too When my skin turns into glue You will know that it's warm inside And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night

Wait By The River - Lord Huron

And the stars fill the river As it flows into the sky And the mind leaves the body And floats higher and higher If we can't be together I will leave this world behind If I can't touch your body Can I touch the sky? I will wait by the river I will wait by the river I will wait by the river I will wait by the river

Silence - Marshmello, Khalid

I'm in need of a savior (savior), but I'm not asking for favors My whole life, I've felt like a burden I think too much, and I hate it I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence I found peace in your violence Can't show me, there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long I found peace in your violence Can't show me, there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long

Would That I - Hozier

So in awe there I stood as you Licked off the grain Though I've handled the wood I still worship the flame Long as amber of ember glows All the wood that I'd loved is long ago And it's not tonight (Oh, oh) When I'm set alight (Oh, oh) And I blink inside (Oh, oh) Oh, your blinding light (Oh, oh) Oh, that's not tonight (Oh, oh) When you hold me tight (Oh, oh) All the fire bright (Oh, oh) Oh, let it blaze alright (Oh, oh) Hope you're good to me Hope you're good to me (Oh, oh) Hope that you're good to me Baby (Oh, oh) Oh, oh, you're good to me You're good to me (Oh, oh) Hope that you're good to me, baby (Oh, oh)

Anna Dubois x Arthur Morgan (x: wait by the river)

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold

Heaven When I held you again How could We ever just be friends? I would rather die than let you go Juliet to your Romeo How I heard you say "I would never fall in love again until I found her" I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her I found you

Outlaws - Au/Ra

Oh, now that we got blood on our hands No, we'll never hide the contraband No, let me not surrender, if we go down its together I'm gonna make a stand 'Cause we are outlaws, wave your guns facing that forty-fives We are outlaws, know we're there taking our heart to life We got gold in our pockets and this love that we got Its beating in our chests like the wild wild west

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you'd play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in Father, tell me if you can All that grace, all that body All that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

It Will Come Back - Hozier

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh, please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born You'll hear me howling outside your door

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again?

Thela x Geralt (x: wolves without teeth)

It’s Been Awhile - Staind

And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fucked things up again, again Why must I feel this way? Just make this go away Just one more peaceful day And it's been awhile Since I could look at myself straight And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry And it's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candles light your face And it's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste

Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men

And I run from wolves, ooh Breathing heavily At my feet And I run from wolves, ooh Tearing into me Without teeth I can see through you We are the same It's perfectly strange You run in my veins How can I keep you Inside my lungs I breathe what is yours You breathe what is mine

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

In every window, I pass Your reflection in the glass Makes me wonder if my mind is going Shadows shifting in the rain Slowly driving me insane By the stars above, I know we were in love I have only 'til the night is over I feel the weather change I hear the river say your name I watch the birds fly by I see an emerald in the sky

Moonsea - PHILDEL

There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black? (I called it, I called it, I called it) All the violence that I swore you could have back There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that I called it, I called it I called it the moonsea It is a cruel dream From up so high I can hardly decide If you're waving hello or waving goodbye Here in the moonsea It is a cruel dream Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart All that we share is the view of these stars

Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls they play, yeah Yeah love I hope you know How much my heart depends, yeah But I guess that's love I can't pretend I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh But I guess that's love I can't pretend I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh

#x: two scales balanced #x: eternally yours #x: far from eden #x: meet me in the woods #x: wait by the river #x: wolves without teeth #my ships #tag games

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whumpitisthen · 2 years

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If you take requests, could you do tiny whumpee with creepy whumper prompts?

Of course i can! It's my specialty :3 both tiny whump and creepy whumpers but i feel like it has to be obvious by now

we love tiny whump here yes we do

Creepy whumper tiny whump prompts ✨

"You're so little! I could crush your skull with my pinky..."

"Scream louder, would you? I can't hear you from down there."

"One more mistake and I'm introducing you to my cat."

"Meet my pet tarantula! Oh, would you look at that - it's dinner time! Have fun you two!"

"It would be so easy to break those fragile little wings you have. How have you kept them safe all this time? A breath could bend them."

"Careful now, or I might just become bored and hang you out the window again. And who knows what wild animals will notice you this time.

"Oh, I've got a fun game! It's called 'Let's see how many things I can stack on top of you before you go splat'. You'll love it!"

"Oh look what you've done now. What a mess. Who knew so much blood could fit in such a small body?"

"Are you like a lizard? If I cut your limbs off, will they grow back? 'No'? Well, have you ever tried?"

"You know, I remember a very long time ago in kindergarten, whenever we found a lady bug, we would always tear the poor thing's wings out so it couldn't fly away. This little escape attempt reminded me of that."

"Hold this for me, would you? Aw, come on! It's just a pen! What good is an assistant if they can’t even hold a pen right?"

"I love feeling your little tummy. Your breathing is so quick, like a bunny's. And so easy to squeeze it out of you."

"I've got a leaking problem in the bathroom, so I thought we could use that for a little fun. This cup is not big enough to catch all the water, but it's big enough to fit you in. It's gonna be like a little escape room! If you don't drink enough of the water or find a way to remove the weight tied to you, you'll drown. High stakes, more fun, right?"

"Oh, that is just adorable. Don't run so fast, I can barely keep up!"

"I know you're in this room, and when I find you, you are spending the rest of your life in the oven."

“Silly thing, you can’t eat meat! You’re prey. Prey doesn’t get to taste blood.”

“Here you go. That should be enough for like, a week, maybe two. What? What’s with the face? You’re small, you’ll live on crumbs.”

“Hey, wanna help me count my teeth? Aaaaah...”

“Your friends are coming for you? Oh, I am shaking in my boots. What are your friends gonna do, tickle me? Hm, I really hope they’re on their way now. I can’t wait to meet them. I can show you how little effort it takes to pop their little heads off their little shoulders.”

And another post with more prompts, less dialogue. In case you need more tiny pain in your life :) And also in case dialogue is not really what you were expecting, I kinda just felt like being very self-indulgent and talking through my writing again but if you’d like more feel free to threaten my family for it

That sounded mean, I don’t mean it like that, please don’t be afraid to send asks!!

#tiny whump #whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #my writing #fear #whump writing #sadistic whumper #anonymous #request #ask #dialogue prompt #the lady bug one is true btw #its bad but we were like 4 and i never personally did it #tw: cannibalism #drowning #threats #tw:starvation

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pocminiseries · 2 years

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Condemned|4

The Bloody Truth.

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"The Seattle Maniac. That's what they called your father, yes?"

For a few seconds, Riley remained quiet. Whenever the topic of her father came up, she would immediately go into defense mode for herself because usually what people had to say always rubbed her the wrong way.

He was the maniac, not her.

"Yes,"

"How was he like with you?" Taehyung further questions, curious as to what her response would be. He was well aware of what her life has been like. They all were.

Licking her lips, Riley sat back and eyed her half-empty wine glass. "He was a great dad. The best kind any girl could ask for. I knew he loved me but..." She trails off, quietly thinking back to the night everything was revealed. "Even now it's hard to accept what he did because that wasn't the man I knew,"

All three men shared a knowing look that Riley didn't catch. "I can assure you, Riley, he has always been that way," Eunwoo states, placing his arms on the table while leaning forward. "He was never a good person,"

"So I've been told," Riley swiftly counters back. In the past year alone she has learned every vile thing about her father. The atrocious murders he committed. His fragile mindset. His apparent taste for blood. Still, finding out who he truly did, did not hurt her any less.

"You never knew he was a drug lord?" Wooyoung asks, catching Riley's gaze.

She softly shook her head. "No. I just knew he was a businessman. He had a whole office building. Never had a reason to question anything," Ever since she could remember her father, Rio, always were suits or dressed up nicely. Always left in the mornings and came back in the afternoon. So when it came to the house they lived in. The cars they drove. The trips they took. Riley just assumed it was because he was simply successful.

All that mattered to Riley was that Rio was an amazing father. He showed up and supported her through everything. And when it came to getting advice, he always gave the most encouraging speeches.

"No mother?"

"She died not long after giving birth to me. I never knew her," She reveals, drinking the rest of her wine. "My father dated but nothing ever really lasted,"

Carefully reaching towards her, Eunwoo traced the closed wound on her chest that was slightly above her left breast. "What happened here?"

Riley looked down and followed Eunwoo's hand, up to his arm then finally his handsome face. "I was shot when I was fourteen but I don't remember much. Only that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

Eunwoo let out a soft laugh through his nose and pulled his hand away. "You got shot because of your father my love," He informs her, watching as her eyes squint at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because we were the ones who saved you," Taehyung says, leaning his head onto his closed fist.

Riley eyed him confused. "What?"

"That night Riley, your father decided to make a quick stop to handle "business" but it was a setup. He had managed to escape, however, not before you were hit by one of the stray bullets that lit up his car," Wooyoung tells her while pouring wine into his own glass. "Rio wasn't sure if you'd make it to the hospital alive so he came to us and pleaded for your life,"

All three men watched as heavy confusion spread across her face as she tried to process what she just heard. "We agreed of course because you were only a child but...not without making a deal first," Eunwoo chimes in, leaning back against his chair.

"What kind of deal?" Riley swiftly probes, eyeing each man suspiciously. Their words just weren't making sense to her at all. They all looked around her age, so how could they have possibly been there that night?

"Well, that's the thing princess, at the time even we weren't sure. We just told Rio to be on the lookout and when we made up our minds, we'd come find him," Taehyung slyly smirks, sending a shiver straight up Riley's spine.

For some reason, that pet name seemed to trigger something in her.

"Years had gone by and we had finally agreed on what we wanted however....daddy dearest wasn't here for it. While he may have been a ruthless man, he wasn't the kind to give up his most precious gift so easily or at all for that matter," Taehyung adds with a roll of his eyes.

Slightly slamming his glass onto the table to make Riley focus her eyes on him, Wooyoung gave her a dark look that made her feel a bit more nervous. "We let him think he could keep you safe from us but he's human and like most of them, he was a fool. And what we want, we always get,"

"I-I don't understand," Everything they were saying clearly had a double meaning yet as to what had Riley lost. She was starting to get scared and she felt as though they could sense it.

The way they were looking at her made her feel very uneasy and she didn't like it.

"He refused to hold up his end of the deal and in return we made him suffer. Rio thought he could protect you but he was wrong," Eunwoo mutters, moving a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

Riley shook her head. "What the hell are yall talking about? Protect me for what?!"

Standing up, Taehyung let out a soft chuckle as he walked closer to where Riley sat frozen, staring up at him. "From us Riley," He says softly while pulling her up from her chair. "Getting into his mind was easy and making him kill was even easier,"

Riley barely took a step back when she felt someone behind her. Looking up over her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing Wooyoung and Eunwoo both standing there. Her eyes blinked rapidly trying to process what was happening. She didn't even see them move.

"Tell me something my love, do you believe in the supernatural?" Taehyung questioned, lifting her hand towards his cool lips where he placed a single kiss on her fingertips.

Riley looked at him up and down. "No,"

"Don't worry, you will soon enough," Wooyoung smiles, slowly running his fingers down her exposed arm.

They watched as Riley visibly shivered. "What is this?"

Gripping her chin, Eunwoo forced her to look at him as he stood by her side. "We've been watching you and now that we have you...you will be ours forever,"

It was as if something inside of Riley's mind finally clicked at that moment. Those eyes. She recognized them. "You..." She weakly croaks out, staring at him as fear started to consume her.

She knew those eyes.

"You humans...are so weak," Taehyung scoffs eyeing Riley from head to toe, admiring her beauty and the way her white dress hugged her frame. "It's going to be fun to break you and make you scream my name princess,"

"You're scared...I like that," Wooyoung mumbles against her shoulder before placing a kiss on it. "You smell good too,"

"Stop!" Riley shrieks, stepping away from them until her back met a brick wall, feeling beyond creeped out. She glanced towards the door debating if she could make a run for it.

"Go ahead and try," Eunwoo calmly encourages her, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Besides, I plan to make you run from me in many different ways,"

For a minute, Riley stood there quietly weighing out her options. She could run but how far would she get? They were too high up so jumping out of a window would be practically suicidal. While she could fight, taking all three of them on would be pointless. So what the fuck was she going to do?

Before she could even think of another plan, all three men were close to her in a blink of an eye.

"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do my love," Eunwoo breathes, grabbing Riley by the neck. "Believe me, after what we're about to give you, I doubt you will want to leave,"

His words were the last thing Riley heard when she felt tense pain coming from both her wrist. She watched in horror as Taehyung and Wooyoung suck blood from her veins as Eunwoo held her in place.

"Relax," He softly advises, sensing her panic. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt,"

Riley looked at him as if he was crazy but after a minute, she listened to his words and let out a deep breath to calm down. The wave of pleasure she felt was instant. Her brown eyes stared up at Eunwoo as he briefly focused on her thighs before slowly looking up to meet her gaze.

"You get wet easy as fuck I see," He suddenly comments, just as Riley felt the moistness in her panties. "Your scent is going to drive me crazy," He adds, gripping her neck tighter.

She couldn't explain it but his vulgar words made her throb. This wasn't supposed to be happening like this.

"She likes the way you said that," Wooyoung softly laughs once he pulled away, her blood coating his lips and teeth. "You taste as good as I knew you would princess,"

"I bet that pussy tastes even better," Taehyung practically purrs, licking the wound on her wrist closed. "That ass too,"

Their words only made her want them more. This sense of desire that she was currently feeling was strong and undeniable. She wanted them closer to her. Almost as if she was craving their touch. Riley felt as if she was losing her mind. Just moments ago she was afraid for her life now all she wanted was to be fucked senseless.

Eunwoo smiled as he read her mind, releasing her throat and taking a step back. He could feel his dick jump at the sight of her. She was so gorgeous and alluring, even more so as she stared back at them with a lust-filled gaze.

"Damn. I'm going to enjoy fucking you senseless my love,"

#pocminiseries #poc kpop #reverse harem #ambw #ambw kpop #ambw fanfic #bts taehyung #bts smut #ateez wooyoung #ateez smut #astro smut #astro eunwoo #kpop fanfic #maturethemes #interracialfanfic #miniseries #kpop smut

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maximoaguilar · 11 months

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 | SELF PARA

And if you fall... If you fall...

TRIGGER WARNING: corpses, poisoning, vomit, death, murder

This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life. And while he had once been here to celebrate Ana, the look on his face read one thing. He was now only here for his daughter. Because no matter how much rage came over him, no matter how much he wanted to let it control him, this day didn't just belong to the "happy couple." It belonged to their child, as well as the people in the room who cared about them.

The gifts. Of course he stands next to Ana, like a perfect soldier as she opens them, one by one. Just like he promised, he will be the father he never got -- Hector Aguilar is a name that feels like a distant memory. However, those moments with him are far too real for his liking. He believes he has proven himself time and time again that he is not his father's son. If he turned out like him, Max firmly would believe that he had failed Mason. Failed his little girl.

He doesn't know how much longer he can do this. Pretend. Pretend like he is not a man scorned by a truth that he never thought possible, pretend like she had deserved to be given his heart. It was fragile enough as it is, having been held together by duct tape after shattering too many times before. Even still, he smiles when he’s told to. He laughs as if he is a robot, controlled and rhythmic. And he places his hand on Ana’s shoulder, as if she hasn’t already ripped this photograph of the two of them in half before it was even taken.

From now on, I will only be in your life for our daughter. It will gut me to do so, but I am not my father. I will give my little girl the father that I never got. But in every other capacity, consider us finished.

They may have been his own words, his own thoughts,, but they stung. Because he didn’t want to mean them. He never thought he’d have to.

He couldn’t lie to her, she had turned him into a shell of a man, a zombie walking through life with an aimless sensibility. To love someone as long as he had loved her, only to learn that maybe, just maybe Nico was telling the truth. That she had been with him, that she had forsaken every promise she had ever made him. To see his necklace still dangling from her neck made his blood boil, but at the same time – the sight gave him hope. Even though he knew that hope would die the moment he walked out the door of this house – Ana’s house, for the very last time as her boyfriend. Not that it seemed to mean anything to her. If it had, she wouldn’t have kissed Nico and done god knows whatever else with him.

He had never wanted Nico to give him the satisfaction of making him doubt, making him question a relationship that had once thought to have been as strong as it could be. However, as he gave an Oscar winning performance for a crowd of their closest friends and family, it seemed almost impossible to do anything else than allow the cloud of insecurity to take hold.

Take control.

But then there was her. He would never let his daughter go through heartbreak like this without fighting for her, letting whatever piece of shit know that they would never find anyone else as special as her. But then again, he always wanted her to see her mother in the most beautiful light that she could. Because, even if he could feel his heart slowly breaking – he still loved her. Of course he did. But the taste of betrayal is bitter in his throat as he tries to swallow it down with no avail. There was no getting over this… was there?

Mommy and daddy just didn’t work out. Something. He knew he’d need something to say to her when she got older and started asking questions. People had always told Max he was dependable, possessed all the answers – but he didn’t have any now.

It’s also then that he allows himself to remember that he never had a parent who had been willing to fight for him. He was always the person fighting for everyone else, the father that people never had. But who would have fought for him back then? Who was going to fight for him now?

Kit. Sasha. Danny. Nicola. So many more. They were standing there, eyes agape with pride as they watched what was thought was a perfect, new family unit. However, it couldn’t have been more fractured. Max didn’t know how much longer he could cover the cracks in the surface.

How was he going to tell his Vanilla Unicorn family that come Monday, he would be working for another club?

He had known the risks that came with dating his boss, sharing a child with her. However, he hadn’t realized how much it would hurt to leave them behind for a new environment. Even still, he knew they’d understand that he needed to get his bearings again. Figure out who he was, after following Adriana Martinez like a lovesick puppy for as long as he could remember.

He had more or less tuned out the rest of the world around him, only nodding and smiling as Adriana addressed him. Again, the smile dripped with falsehoods – but she knew that. She was the only one. He had wanted to keep the moment light for everyone else in true Maximo Aguilar fashion. Let them have this day. Even if it had been a day to celebrate his family. One that had managed to no longer exist in a matter of days.

He can hear her words, perhaps the only thing that breaks through the haze he’s in. “Thank you for staying, I’m sorry this is hard.”

Her touch raises every hair on his body, even know. She is the electricity that brings him back to life even now, even after she has shattered his heart. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Of course it’s hard for him in some ways, but not when it comes to their child. The one they promised to raise together.

However, he notices a change in Adriana’s face and his protective instincts kick in. Fear. He takes the card before she can even hold it out to him, his eyes becoming wide in surprise.

Love, Marcus.

He never thought two words could be so jarring and yet they are, well wishes coming from a man that was long since dead. A man that Max had watched fall apart in that place when they were in the hands of Nadia, Carter and Alara. He had once been told that dead man can’t tell new tales. He tries to keep his face calm, neutral as it was before as he reaches for the side of the box – eyes fluttering closed as he tries to keep himself together once a familiar sight comes into view.

A body lies in the box in front of him, having been attacked with minimal brutality, but the sight from that close was enough to make the strongest of men quiver. And he does, shrinking away in shock as he scrambles away from what he has just seen – making every effort he can to keep the appetizers and champagne he had consumed amongst the contents of his stomach.

Even if he had despised him, he would have never wished this upon him. He would never wish such a fate on anyone. To have people recoil from you in fear, likely used as nothing but a tactic to keep the rest of Hidehill at bay, in line. As if he thought the day could not get any worse, he was facing away from the sight on his hands and knees, trying to find it within himself to lay his eyes upon it once more.

He does turn a bit prematurely, however, when he realizes such shock would likely send the rest of their loved ones into chaos. However, before any of them can get too close – his hands raise in a desperate plea. If he can keep them from seeing the grizzly sight in front of him, he will.

“Everybody BACK! Stay back!”

While it works for some, he cannot avoid the curious. Even still, he slowly pulls out his phone as he tries to find it within him to stand. When he does, he’s a bit shaky on his feat but he somehow manages to dial the three simple numbers.

“Hi – this is Maximo Aguilar calling from Adriana Martinez’s residence in Hove Lake, someone..” He pauses, head shaking in disbelief as tears finally begin to fill his ears. Who the fuck would do this? Who would ruin such a special day? “Someone… gave us a body at our fucking baby shower..” He doesn't know how he's saying the words aloud as he gasps for air.

He had to give it to him. Nico Karvelas always managed to get the last laugh, even in death.

#max // self paras #hidehillplotdrop013 #// i'm so SICK over this #// BRO

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watcher-ofthe-sky · 2 years

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a boy whose heart only knows hunger

a steinbell fic || AO3

A/N: Hi for the love of god hello. Cannot believe I finally got out of my slump and wrote something. *sobs* To be honest, I don't know if this makes much sense, if at all, but I am glad that I finally got the chance to write steinbell! Spoilers for around 173/174. Very slight canon divergence at the end.

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There is a boy whose heart only knows hunger. He expands and grows and makes space for something, anything, and everything in his heart. The gravity of his core calls and consumes whatever can get in his orbit.

You feel yourself falling and falling and falling.

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Words always die in Weisz's throat before he can make a shape out of them. They slip out of his grip before he can take hold. Mom always used to say that they should be used carefully, gently. They can hurt and bruise in the most brutal ways. But tender things do not do well in his grasp, so he keeps them hidden away from the world and him. They are safe there.

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You don’t know if gods exist. It’s hard to keep a belief burning and alive when the only thing you can remember from that burn is the smell of the incense sticks in front of your mother’s name that is engraved on the stone. You remember grey shadows overcasting the blue of the sky. Everything else is vague except; except the white-hot rage that simmered in your bones. Your body was too small to make room for so much grief. There was a hand on your shoulder—you don’t remember whose, it was small and wrinkled. Probably the old lady who lived next door and used to cook and give your mother your favourite stew sealed in a chipped yellow plastic container—trying to calm you down as you angrily shouted at the grave, asking why she left you alone. What were you supposed to do with all this loneliness? Where were you supposed to put it down? The world was suddenly too big and wide. All the fragile things in you shattered that day to encase this boiling anger so that you can hold on to it. That kept you going year after year.

You were just a boy without faith. You forged your life thereon with calloused hands and used those brittle pieces of your souls and loaded them into the chambers. Things only break in your hands, so you learned how to recreate them. The ether in your veins buzzing to combine and remake broken things. You made a living among the rusted dark streets where your guns glinted in the moonlight. You were just a boy without faith and then you grew into a man without faith.

You don’t know if gods exist.

But there must be something, someone, beyond the cosmos, by whose divine intervention even time and space bent down to lead your way to him.

“Hey! You’re younger than I thought you’d be!”

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Everything is in shambles after Drakken. Weisz wants to break and crush the world down to its sediments. He is back to being eight and sobbing by his mother’s bed, begging and pleading with her not to leave him alone. He can hear the beeping of the machines nearby and the smell of anaesthesia in the air. He feels so small. He takes the anger that had mellowed down over the years and lets it consume him. Firing bullets after bullets, he rages. That’s the only way he knows how to give shape to his sadness; to make it something concrete and real. His entire body aches and burns, but it isn’t enough. Nothing will ever be enough.

“You’re the one who is gonna have a taste of scary I can be,” Drakken sadistically grins while catching Weisz’s fist head-on and breaking his momentum.

The ether lines on his body glow in contrast to the dark skin. His grin turns sharper and there is a maniac look in his eyes.

Somewhere, Shiki cries, “Weisz!!! Take your suit off!!!”

It’s too late. There is an explosion. A blinding light followed by a pointed ringing in his ears. Arsenal crumbles down to dust around Weisz. There is blood in his mouth. Drakken is saying something about his arm. From the corner of his eye, he sees a blade coming. Everything is blurry.

So this is how he is going to die. Did he live the life right? Will his mother be happy if she sees him like this?

“You were never good at making friends, so... I am a little worried…”

He really was bad at making friends, huh? He remembers snarling at Sibir when the bastard stole his pendant.

“I thought we were friends,” Sibir had said quietly in his thick, gravel voice.

Maybe it was always meant to end like this. Maybe there is another universe where he finds a happiness that he is forever chasing after. Gods, he feels so fragile. The memories of his mother turn foggy. They leave him too. He searches for his anger but he is too tired to feel it. He feels so alone. There is a sharp pain in his body. He tries to move but it is so fucking hard.

He shuts his eyes. There is a movement nearby. Suddenly, it feels like his body is floating. Drakken’s blade swipes through the empty air and meets the hard concrete of the floor, breaking it to pieces. There is a hand tightening around his wrist.

“Shiki…” Weisz whispers. The world around him revolves as his eyes fixate on Shiki’s.

They land on the ground with a thud. “You gotta cool your head.” Shiki doesn’t let go of his hand. “You won’t beat him charging in like that.”

He blinks once and then twice, trying to comprehend what is happening. Shiki’s fingers are wrapped around his wrist in a loose grip now. They are gentle, but they still burn.

Shiki is here.

The whole crew is in a fight with Drakken and his people.

There are people around Weisz. He is not dying. Not yet. There is a fight that he needs to win first. What does Shiki know about people like Drakken? He won’t understand the visceral misery that makes Weisz’s blood boil. It is his battle alone.

He turns away. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

He never knows how to anyway. He doesn’t know if he is allowed to accept it. Kindness like Shiki’s will weigh him down. It will make his chest constrict because people like him should not waste their time on people like Weisz.

The words sting his own heart as soon as they are said out loud.

“But a friend gives it anyway.”

Weisz’s eyes widen and he looks up to see Shiki smiling at him. It is so sure, so steady, that it almost brings him to his knees. What did Weisz do to deserve this unwavering trust?

Friend.

That’s right.

Friend.

Because Weisz is no longer alone. He has people who look out for him and have his back. There are people with whom he laughs and jokes around. There are people who he is slowly learning to call his own. There is a place that he is slowly learning to call home.

I am no longer alone, mom. I have friends now.

Weisz tries to reply, but his voice breaks along with his heart. He only nods and then smiles slowly at Shiki in return.

“Let’s do this, Weisz!!” Shiki calls out.

Together.

Weisz finds his footing again and turns to face Drakken again. Ether buzzes on his fingertips.

“Yeah,” he replies.

Together.

⁂

When you met him, you knew he was a bit naïve. He looked at the world with so much awe, with so much desire to know and explore. Because he is a boy whose heart only knows hunger. But not everything you crave is good for you. He will come to know that in time; there are limits to your desire. That’s what you’ve learned the hard way. You have built up walls to cease and contain your longings. You have made yourself believe that it’s the safe way. It’s better than putting your heart on display only to see it getting trampled on every time.

This boy didn’t know that yet. He expanded. He opened up and showed how much capacity he has for kindness. Something in you resonated along the way, as if he was making you believe that you are capable of doing the same. He keeps on taking chances even after he falls.

Something in your chest takes root. Something tender that wants to grow and bloom.

⁂

It’s the end of the day after their training with Xenolith. Shiki's laughter reverberates in his ears. Weisz stares at his back as his shoulders rise and fall as he animatedly moves his hands while talking to Rebecca and Kleene.

Shiki does not worry about how his words tumble out of him. He welcomes them as they come. Gives them out freely, laced with affection and care, like he is not worried that they would ever run out. Weisz pushes back down a quiet knock that wants to be heard.

He looks down at the wrench in his hand and continues to work on his armour. His fingertips trace the crack in the metal.

Shiki is electric and alive, a wire that finally completed the circuit and lit Weisz's life. The light from his presence is flooding and he has spent so long in this greying darkness that he does not know how to take all of it. So, he always looks away.

He holds up his helmet, a beam of light falling on his lap through the fractures. When Weisz puts it down and looks up again, his gaze meets Shiki's and the latter breaks into a smile. Weisz’s heart falters.

Everything is golden. Sunlight falls from the windows as the ship jitters and moves around a star. It gets pulled, pulled, and pulled into its gravity before finding its balance.

“Sorry about the turbulence,” Witch’s voice comes through the system. “The force was harder than we had anticipated.”

Shiki is back to talking to the girls again. Weisz swallows. He feels dizzy for the rest of the day.

⁂

You have lost too many people already. Grief is something that hurts like a fresh wound every time. It is never a thing that can describe properly. Some days, it sticks to you like thick tar, other days, it comes to you in the form of a distinct smell that you thought you have long forgotten. It is hollow but so heavy. The void that carries so much weight.

Shiki hasn’t come out of his room for two days. Hermit looks lost while Ivry has busied herself in her work, but in the late hours you have heard her cries echoing through the halls. The whole crew is quiet and mourning Witch’s death.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Rebecca says at last and walks away to Shiki’s room.

You give a slight nod. You never know what words need to be said anyway. You don’t know how you can console him, and this crumples your heart all the more because no one deserves it more than he does. This boy who has always got your back. Who readily pours and gives so much of himself.

A few hours later, he comes out with Rebecca from his room with tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eye. Even though his skin is pale and he is still sniffling once in a while, clutching Rebecca’s hand like an anchor, there is still a slight ease in his steps that wasn’t there before.

At night, under the lanterns-filled sky of Sandra, you see him. There are soft shadows on his face from the glow of the flying lights, a reverence and sadness in his eyes as he holds the lantern close to his heart before letting go.

You wish then to know how to cry. You wish you knew how to set this grief in motion; how to not let it choke you in his stagnancy, maybe then you would understand and help people around you better. You want to cry so badly.

People disperse after a while, everyone returning to their temporary bases that they have set up post-war. You make your way to the ship too when you see the blur of the dark hair sitting among the dunes.

You don’t say anything and simply stand beside him, tilting your head up to see the stretch of the starry sea. Your shoulder brushes against his in the silence. The air is warm here.

He rests his head on your shoulder. You lift your hand, clench and unclench your fist a couple of times, before finally giving in and resting your palm lightly around his shoulder. He breaks into sobs. Your throat feels dry. He turns around and presses his face in your chest. You wrap your arms around him and told him tighter. He cries. You don’t know how to. He cries. You don’t know how to console him. He cries. You take his face in your trembling hands. He cries. You say his name, quietly, like a whisper. That’s the only word you know at the moment. Your thumb caresses the bandage on his eye with all the gentleness you can muster.

“I don’t want to lose anyone else,” his voice is shaky and it breaks your heart.

“You won’t,” you reply and wipe the tear rolling down his face.

The world hushes around you. The soles of your shoes dig into the sand. There is a hand on your chest. The air hums. His lips collide against yours. It’s unsure and clumsy. You are aware of all your senses, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. Before he pulls back, you lean in.

You kiss the boy whose heart only knows hunger, and it is at that moment you realise that it’s you who is the boy with a hungry heart. You take and take and take whatever he can give and give and give. It’s always been you.

You want.

You want so much.

You don’t know why there are tears stinging your eyes.

⁂

They don’t talk about the kiss.

Weisz does not know how much of it is intentional. After they had pulled apart, they returned to the ship together. It was late in the night and they quietly said their goodbyes before returning to their respective rooms. Weisz didn’t sleep that night.

The next couple of days pass by in spending time with Rebecca who was still in recovery. They behaved like they did every day. Whenever their eyes met, Shiki smiled at him like he usually does. That evening, Ivry calls Shiki to try on the new mechanical eye she has made for him, while Weisz surprisingly ends up having a heart-to-heart with Laguna.

Although Weisz had kept the appearance of annoyance that he usually does around Laguna, his words had hit too close to home.

There was so much of himself in there. He didn’t know how to tell him that he understands the part of playing an unemotional man all too well.

He wants to get better. He is trying to get better.

Shiki’s voice cuts through the pa system. Firm and determined.

“So we are going to get stronger. To make sure no one else gets hurt.”

Something shifts and Weisz can feel the incoming of a new beginning. This is no longer the same Shiki. He hopes he can stand beside him in this advent.

A week passes, then months.

They don’t talk about the kiss and it becomes a memory. A dream that Weisz plays like a broken record on days he can’t sleep.

Things between them are still the same.

⁂

You watch the boy grow up slowly in a different mould than before. He waits and thinks before honing himself. There are rougher edges to him now. Maybe a selfish part of you misses what was before. But this is for the better and you will support him regardless, with everything you have. In the heart, he is still the same. He is still the boy with the sun in his hands that lights up everything around him. You are still learning how to take it but now you are learning to bask in its warmth.

He grows and you find yourself staring at the freckles on his nose and the now more defined and leaner jaw. He frowns more now, but his smile is the same nonetheless. You find yourself hungrier for it, because you are the boy whose heart only knows that. It’s harder these days to subdue that desire.

When your eyes meet, you look away. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes these days.

You still sit together to have dinner, and you still spar and train in the gym together. Things between you are still the same. But it doesn’t feel like that.

You are hungry.

Always.

Hungry.

⁂

Weisz slumps down the wall in the kitchen. There is amber light overhead with a moth. He doesn’t know how or when it got into the ship. He hopes it will make it out alive. He draws his knees together and buries his face in his hands.

“Any moment now,” Laguna says before taking a sip of iced tea.

Weisz lifts his head and throws him a glare. “No one told you to sit here.”

“I feel like I will be missing out on some drama if I don’t see this through,” he replies monotonously and opens up his bag of chips.

Weisz knows he is being dramatic. His head hurts. His ether gear has been acting weird because he is not concentrating properly. He short-circuited a weapon that he was remodelling for weeks. He feels angry and irritated and decided to skip the late evening training sessions, deciding to spend the time sulking in his room instead.

At last, when everyone was done with their supper, he decided to find something to eat and bumped into Shiki on the way. He had asked him with concern in his voice if he was okay. Weisz had only grunted a half-heartedly reply that he doesn’t even remember now.

He was groaning in his hands when Laguna showed up.

He pulls on the string of his hoodie and hears Laguna quietly eating.

“I am pathetic,” Weisz says at last.

“That’s nothing new.”

Weisz stares at him and Laguna stares back. He does not know why he is having this conversation with him, of all people. Sure, the things between them have lightened up now but they still aren’t... that kind of friends, maybe. But talking about this with Rebecca or Homura will make this more real when he himself doesn’t know what is there to even talk about.

Laguna finishes his drink. He takes out a chip and bites.

“I kissed Shiki on Sandra.”

Another chip.

“I like him.”

Another chip.

“Really like him,” Weisz breathes..

There is a stronger word on his tip that melts like molasses but tastes bitter. He does not know how to form it yet.

Laguna hums. “Looks like I wouldn’t have missed on any drama, after all.”

“Hey!” Weisz cries indignantly.

“Don’t overthink it. Your pathetically small brain won’t be able to handle it all anyway. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

“Can you just s—”

Laguna cuts him off by reaching out his hand, holding the now almost empty packet, “Chip?”

Weisz grunts and takes one.

⁂

Some days, it feels like he is moving too fast and you cannot keep up. He is growing so fast, continuously shaping himself into someone stronger. The constant urge to protect and fight drove him past his limit.

You want to hold him down. You want to tell him that he can take it slow; that he has people who want to look out for him too. So you stay by his side as long as he lets you. You take whatever he can give and don’t want more from him. Your own hunger has stormed your heart because he is a boy who can ablaze blackholes on his fingertips. How can someone like you ever have the chance to do anything but fall?

You just want to be there with him. At the end of the day, when sometimes he is too tired and rests his forehead on your shoulder saying, “Just for a moment, please,” you don’t wrap your arms around him, but you stand like a pillar.

Sometimes, you go to his room and he entangles his fingers with yours because the nightmares don’t let him sleep. When you wake, he is already out of the bed, but the blanket around you is carefully tucked up.

This is okay. You’ll be okay.

⁂

Three years pass by just like that in liberating all the planets under Ziggy’s rule. It feels like chasing a shadow. At least the latest lead they have from Connor will get them somewhere. After dropping him at Shooting Starlight Guild, they have decided to spend the night in the cosmos.

Weisz walks through the hallways of the ships and opens up the glass door to feel the crisp, cool air of the late night. The sill beneath his fingertips is cold and the cool winds cut his skin. Weisz leans forward to look out into the stretch of stillness. He opens his palm flat and sakura leaves waltz in the wind before settling on it.

Spring in this cosmos feels eternal with the pink ever present in the air; like time loses its meaning when you're wandering in space every day. It's only when they step out of the ship onto planets, that Weisz realises worlds spin and time flows. Seasons cycle and years begin, not just in the glowing binaries of his calendar, but in the buds that bloom and the constellations that run through the map of the sky.

He exhales.

How much time has passed, he wonders, since his heart had decided to expand and make space for so many things? How different of a person he is now than he was the last time when he was here. He is still trying to learn and unlearn so many things. Someone forever in motion.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Weisz looks over his shoulder to see Shiki coming and standing next to him.

“Just taking a breather. You?”

“Something like that,” Shiki replies.

The sakura leaves slowly fall down and collect around them. The ones floating in the cosmos usually don’t make their way down here through the atmosphere. Since it's spring, the cherry blossoms are blooming all around them. It is a beautiful sight. Weisz stares at Shiki’s profile.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Ziggy.”

“We will fight against him together. We will win.”

Shiki nods but doesn’t say anything. Weisz turns to face him.

“You know we are a team, right? You know that we have got your back? You know that—” Weisz swallows, I am there, “—that everyone is there. You are not alone.”

Shiki turns to face him too. He stares and Weisz can feel the erratic beating of his heart. Shiki smiles. It’s slow and genuine. Earnest.

He leans forward and brushes off the leaves off his head. “I know.”

⁂

Your heart in the palms of this boy is safe. He makes you remember the love preserved in it. And it's then, you cry out rivers of it. Through grief and rage. Through tears and wails. You met this boy in the cosmos with its fluttering sakura leaves. You met this boy in the spring and bloom of this universe. But this boy carries the entire multitude in his existence.

Shiki.

When you say his name, your bones thaw in the summer of its sound. When you hold his hand, the fire in your heart keeps you going through the winters of it. He is the vibrating colours of the fall. He is the spring that makes way to new beginnings.

You take his hand and pull him closer. You kiss him. Because you are the boy whose heart has only known hunger till he came along. Now, you want to give. He has taught you the expanse of your own heart, the topography of your love. You want to long and want, but you also want to give everything you can. You want to let him know that you will keep his heart safe in your palms too.

You pull back a little, a breath of distance between you two to see the dark of his eyes. You open your mouth, giving shape to those words that have never listened to you before. Some things are needed to be said out loud. Sometimes words are the only way to convey the enormity of it all. “I—” You want to be brave. You try again.

“I love you.”

He kisses you back because he too is a boy whose heart knows hunger because he always had the courage to want but is not sure enough how much to take. He pours out the love and craves for it. Just like you.

The sakura leaves fall over you.

You met this boy in the spring and bloom of this universe.

You loved him right there too.

You both are just two boys whose hearts know hunger.

⁂

A/N: Thank you for reading! Any feedback is appreciated. <3

#steinbell #edens zero #shiki granbell #weisz steiner #I was so adamant on writing this fic to completion because I haven't done that in seven months o(-(#I am just glad that I wrote something no matter the quality #my writing #my fanfic

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