#and then I realize its been two days and none of this has meant anything

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

[theprettyarachnid]

Heyy, first of all I love your work so thank you for sharing it. I just saw your Inumaki and Yuta poly post and wanted to ask if you would maybe like to write something about itafushi x reader. I dont care if it were a drabble, headcannons or a whole fic. Please do not feel pressured to write anything if you dont want to. I wish you the best :)

a/n: took me a whole ten seconds to realize the 'itafushi' meant itadori and megumi. thats where i am this week. (also please be nice i have been struggling to write)

warnings: none :)

🕷️ its like night and day with them

🕷️ megumi likes to spend the day inside with the two of you while yuji likes to go out to lunch or to the movies

🕷️ whenever megumi takes a nap, he wakes up to a mustache drawn on his face

🕷️ it was yuji

🕷️ they hold your stuff when you go shopping with nobara

🕷️ you have a mix of both of their wardrobes and sometimes make an outfit with each of their clothes

🕷️ yuji insisted on making your own secret language although he's the only one who really remembers it

🕷️ yuji runs hot while megumi runs cold so when you guys cuddle, youre always the perfect temperature

🕷️ you and yuji make jokes and comments while watching movies while megumi occasionally tells you two to shut up and putting the volume higher

🕷️ megumi likes thriller movies while yuji likes action

🕷️ matching bracelets!!

🕷️ they would definitely be those bracelets like the regular batman, pink batman and hello kitty

🕷️ or something along those lines

🕷️ yuji takes up all the bed so you and megumi make him sleep on the edge of the bed while you two are pressed against the wall

🕷️ you and yuji secretly make fun of megumi whenever he tries to summon mahoraga

🕷️ you always get upset whenever yuji has to swallow another finger and megumi ends up comforting you in private

🕷️ the three of you are very fluid when helping each other in battle

🕷️ overall it's a very balanced relationship between the three of you

[exactlyyoungchaos]

till forever falls apart.

bestfriendSimon x F!Reader

Part 2.

CW: Character death, trauma, angst, inaccurate military stuff, fluff, probable smut, mental health issues. Proceed with Caution!!!!!

(not proofread, it's 4.30 in the morning here)

It's been five months, six days, twelve hours, and counting since you reunited with Simon in that cafe. Life has been great since then.

He has changed a lot, he's quieter, more gruff, and talks through grunts only. he had scars both physically and emotionally, but you didn't care about any of that. He was your Simon, the only boy you ever loved.

he told you a lot about his life after you left, his job, his teammates his scars, but there were still many things to know and love. You told him stuff about your life, and now that you had him again, all you had was time. to live your life and grow old with him.

he promised you that this assignment would be the last one, after that, he was all yours.

you didn't want him to quit something he loved. but all he said was "It's bout' time love. I have you now, I don't need anything else."

The day you sent him off was very emotional for you. you had just met him again and didn't wanna let him go. You wanted to stay with him.

It was lonely after he left, it felt like somebody took oxygen away from you making it hard to breathe again. His letters and short calls were the only things that kept you from spiraling into depression but you pulled through, just for him.

now you were waiting for his return eagerly. This was the last time you'd ever have to. After this, it was just you and him.

You hadn't heard from him in a few days but you knew he would return today. You cleaned the whole apartment, made his favorite meal, and wore his favorite dress of yours to welcome him.

you were still fussing over the food as your doorbell rang. your heart skipped a beat in excitement. why is he ringing the doorbell? you mused as you went to open the door. Maybe he lost his keys or something...

You opened the door. " welcome back, Si...." but confusion slammed into you when you realized it wasn't Simon but his captain John Price, standing in his full glory.

It was easy to recognize him after Simon had shown you so many pictures of him and his teammates.

"Captain? What are you doing here? Where's Simon? he didn't tell me his team was coming too but it's alright..."

"love" he cuts you off in a soft voice, eyes full of emotion.

That's when you see it, the dog chains in his hand. The same chain Simon had around his neck. You look at him and understanding dawns on you.

"I'm so sorry, luv," he starts

but you stop him.

" No. this isn't funny Mr. Price. Where is he? Where Simon?" you asked harshly.

your heart was beating out of your chest, your vision got blurry.

One look at his face and it all came crashing down.

No, no, no, no. This isn't happening. you kept chanting in your head as Simons's words came back rushing to you

"This's the last one lovie, after that, it's you and me."

He wasn't gone. he can't be gone. you just got him back.

You felt the world tilting on its axis and suddenly two strong arms held you up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" a soft voice whispered above you. You didn't care about any of that.

He was gone. Simon was gone. Just like that.

You felt John sitting you down on the sofa and he knelt in front of you.

you looked at him. looked at the man who came to tell you that your future would not be here anymore.

"How?" is all you managed to get out. Simon wasn't a rookie, he didn't make mistakes. He was The Ghost.

"Took the bullet meant for Soap," he told you softly.

Soap. you knew that name, but none of it was registering.

Simon is dead. He left you. Permanently.

you can't sit on the laptop and stalk every Simon in the world in hopes of finding yours. he was gone. the one person you gave your whole life searching for, is gone, not coming back.

why? why did this always happen to you? you never asked anything from anyone, never meant bad for anyone. never cursed anyone, then why?

Why would the universe do this do you? take the one thing that kept you going all these years. Do you not deserve it? was your destiny cursed like this?

you gave everything up just for him, sacrificed everything, your life, your innocence all to just find him and when you finally did, he was taken away from you.

why was this world so cruel? what have you done to deserve this? Is this a sign? your life was over now. was this the end?

tears kept coming out of your eyes as you sat and stared at the wall. you didn't scream or shout. just sat there and willed that this nightmare would be over. but it didn't.

John sat there, in front of you, looking at your state. Simon told him all about his bird. That he found her again.

"Gonna lock her down Cap'n, the second I get out of here."

But he didn't make it out. John failed him, he failed his team. Now that he stared at your faraway gaze, he realized that he failed you too.

but none of that mattered to you. You couldn't feel anything but everything at the same time.

you were numb but every part of you ached for something that's gone. Claws were ripping your insides out. Your heart ripped out from you. You were bleeding inside, and all of the wounds you had acquired over the years that were not on your skin were open and throbbing.

and no one was to blame.

It was in the lines of your hands and the scroll of your fate to never have something you want. You hoped and prayed that this time it would be different. But it wasn't.

everything you touch becomes sick with sadness or death. you weren't worthy of any grace by the universe.

so it took away the only person you ever called yours. The only one who knew you for who you are. what you are.

He was gone, all that was left of him was the memory of his faint chuckle and the crinkle in the corner of his eye when you said something ridiculous, the rumble in his chest when you hugged him, the feel of his lips on your own, his clothes in the closet that you shared and the house that was in his name. nothing else.

you had nothing else anymore.

UHMMMMM!!! HIII! THIS IS I. ALI. AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THE HURT CAUSED BY THIS.

I hope you guys liked it. I'm still writing part 3 of Loml. so enjoy this in the meantime.

I'm struggling with where to take this story next. Do you guys have any ideas? if you do, please suggest them in my inbox. And do tell me if you want to be tagged in the next part.

Thank you so much for reading!!!!

Until next time!!!

ALI-💋💋💋

[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 9)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing and Name Calling

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5K 

Summary: Rafe wants to talk to Y/N but his anger chases her away and he slowly realizes what a mistake he made.

Masterlist

Knuckles hitting the thick wood slab reverberate in the quiet hallway. It may have been because of the actual force of his fist, but he thinks it more likely has to do with the fact he is so consumed by thought, that any sensory input comes in tenfold. She wasn’t there the morning after they had sex. His texts went unanswered. It was the weekend so he couldn’t talk to her yesterday because they did go to work. He questions if they went too far. If they made a mistake in her opinion. If he did something wrong. There is a need in his stomach for her to be his. For everything that they go through together to be real. And he wants to know if she feels the same way too. His questions can no longer go unanswered, so this leads him to her front door. 

The door opens with the aroma of cheese, tomato sauce, bread, and grease filling his nose. An adoring smile finds its way onto his face, imagining the look of excitement on her when the pizza arrived. The tips of his lips slouch a little at the sight of Juni. “Hey Big C, what’s up?” she asks. He tries peeking his head into the room to see where Y/N is, “I’m looking for Y/N. Can I go to her room?” The girl gives him a pitiful look because she can see the hope and love in his eyes. 

“She’s actually not here.”

“Oh, did she go out to get something for the pizza? I can meet her at the store or wait in her room.”

“She isn’t at the store, Rafe. She’s on a date, so she won’t be here for a while.”

The brightness on his face dims completely. There was nothing in the contract against dating other people as long as it didn’t get into the media. Yet, he never thought either of them would make use of that point in the contract. His disappointment turns to anger as he realizes she is going on a date two days after they had sex. The only words that come out of his mouth: “Where?” 

——

Henry sits across from Y/N in the small restaurant, chuckling at the joke she just told him. The smell of greasy pizza also fills the air in this room. The floors are sticky and the glass of the food display is a little smudged. This isn’t a place that Rafe Cameron would normally be caught frequenting, but ever since he started spending time with Y/N outside of work, he became a weekly visitor. Usually on the days when she is the one to pay. He doesn’t mind that this place isn’t anywhere near as costly as he is used to, her insistence on being the one to treat them to a date is what filled him with a feeling of being loved. The happy memories of them together are now being replaced by the image of her here with someone else. Henry uncrosses one of his hands from his arm, moving towards her hand that is lazily outstretched on the table. Rafe’s eyes reflect his anger and he wants to throw that man sitting across from her on the ground. 

The heavy footsteps of his feet on the adhesive floor cause her head to turn in his direction. She would know those footsteps anywhere. “What are you doing?” he practically screams. She looks at him incredulously, “What does it look like? I’m on a date.” 

“What about us?”

“What about us, Rafe? None of it was real.” 

“So the sex we had didn’t mean anything to you? You are telling me that you didn’t feel anything.”

“I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that we weren’t meant to fall for each other. That at the end of the day, when this is all over, your life virtually goes the same and I have to go back knowing what is out there.”

He didn’t interpret this the same way as she meant it. “So we only kept the agreement after the wedding and the charity event because you wanted my money? I never knew you were such a gold digger. You don’t have to worry about this being real anymore because I’m ending our contract,” he rants. His anger overtakes him and he doesn’t give her a chance to explain herself before leaving the restaurant like an angry child. Y/N stares at the place he was just occupying; emotions brewing like a storm within her. His words dig their way under her skin, burying themselves into her self-esteem. Her worries about being seen as money-hungry and a status climber all come into play. Being with someone like Rafe Cameron, she knew everyone was saying those things about her already; however, it’s different hearing those things come from him. 

She let him into her life. She let him worm a place for himself in her heart and his opinions matter to her. If not because she is in love with him, then because he is her boss. 

The call of her name pulls her out of her head. She forgot that she was on a date. “Y/N, are you okay? Who was that guy?” Henry frets, looking back toward the door Rafe left through two minutes ago. She doesn’t know what to say. How do you explain to your date that you were fake dating your boss? It sounded kinda pathetic when she said it out loud, but it was the truth. This isn’t a normal conversation that happens on a date. She decides that explaining it isn’t going to help, so she just gets up from the table and leaves. She needs an escape. 

——

The office. A busy place filled with workers terrified of their boss, especially since his softened mood has now returned to cold and distant. Yelling is often heard throughout the office for the tiniest of things. This doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone at work. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, photocopy these. Three copies,” he orders, throwing the papers onto her desk. Her curt nod is the only response he gets before returning back to his office. Topper’s eyebrow darts up at the sight. She gets the copies done and knocks on the door prior to entering. When Rafe’s eyes don’t light up upon seeing her, Jenna turns toward her to see her reaction. The verging tears in her eyes tell Jenna everything that has happened. Y/N gives him his copies, quickly leaving the room while closing the door behind her.

Topper makes his way over to her desk and hands her a tissue so she can wipe her eyes. “Are you okay?” he worries. She dabs the water filling her vision, “Thanks. I don’t think I am. He hates me so much right now. I hate that he won’t let me explain and it’s really frustrating.” Hiccups start to tear through her body and her shoulders start to shake. He goes around her desk to reassuringly rub her shoulder, “I’m sorry he is being such a dick. Just give him some time to calm down first and then maybe you can explain everything.” “I hope so because I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to my life before if I know what it feels like to love him.” 

——

Her phone line starts ringing, telling her that Rafe is on the line, so she picks up. “What can I do for you, Mr. Cameron?” she asks with fake pleasantries. He notes her tone, “Get me coffee.” She can deal with his orders, he is her boss after all. But she can’t handle his rudeness. Her desk is left empty as she storms into his office. Her sadness and insecurity can no longer be found. Instead, those feelings are replaced by anger. “Could you please get me coffee, Ms. Y/L/N?” she begins. “Why of course, Mr. Cameron, I would be happy to. See that’s how you be polite. Just because we ended things, it doesn’t mean you can be rude. We still have to work with each other.” He looks at her with a frown, “What do you want me to do, Ms. Y/L/N? Pretend that it didn’t hurt that you were using me?” 

“You never let me explain myself!”

“I don’t need you to explain something I already understand clearly!”

“You know what?! I’m not going to deal with your childishness. If you won’t let me explain and you are going to keep acting this way, then I quit.”

She storms out of his office, taking her bag on her way out. The on-lookers in the bullpen watch as she burns a hole through the floor. They look between her back and Rafe’s enraged gaze, wondering what in the world just happened. 

——

The voices coming from behind the door concern Juni, thoughts of a break-in cross her mind. She pulls out her phone to call the police, but the sound of Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly eases her fear of a thief in her apartment. The grind of the hinges is unacknowledged by the pouty girl on the couch, her full focus on the movie and ice cream in front of her. The dim room makes it hard for Juni to see Y/N, so she turns on the lights to catch her roommate's attention. This makes her aware that the ice cream is not the first sweet Y/N has devoured. The floor is littered with Twinkies and cookie wrappers. The multiple bottles of iced tea unease Juni, worrying about the amount of sugar her friend consumed while she was at work. 

“Good, you’re home. We are out of cookies. Could you please get some more? I want to eat it with the ice cream,” she says without even moving her head away from Doc and Marty’s conversation. Juni sighs, “Sweetie, I don’t think you should consume any more sugar. You might send yourself to space with the sugar high you are giving yourself.” The dipping of the couch because of the new weight moves Juni against Y/N and she takes the opportunity to wrap a reassuring arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “What are you doing home so early? I thought you had to stay late to help with one of his meetings,” Juni questions, keeping her face towards the TV to keep the pressure off of the sad girl. Y/N leans into Juni’s touch. The smell of cinnamon tells her that her friend stopped for a cinnamon bun on the way home. “I quit,” she simply states, not wanting her anger to make another emergence. 

“Oh, Sweetie. Was it that bad after yesterday?” 

“Yes! He was so rude and wouldn’t let me tell him what I was really feeling. Then I just got so angry about that. I couldn’t take it anymore.” 

“I’m going to kill him. No wait, maybe castration and then murdering him is better. But look on the bright side at least. You always said that being a personal assistant was temporary, so this pushed you to actually quit. Now, you can figure out what you actually want to do.”

“I guess. I just can’t figure out how he is the only guy that I’ve ever wanted more with but none of it was real. He was the first person I wanted to go to whenever I found new restaurants I wanted to try. He made me so excited to go to family events because he got along so well with my family.”

“I know, Sweetie. I know. I could see how you felt about him. How much he means to you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’m going to do now that I’m not working.”

“You’ll figure it out. I’ll help you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

——

The dark room remains silent as he goes through his notes on today’s candidates. This one is too perky. This one is so slow at typing. This one keeps flirting with him. This one smells too much like Chanel. He knows there are no real problems with most of the people he interviewed today. It’s not their fault that they weren’t her or that he chased her away when he got scared instead of just talking to her like an adult. During the week that she has been gone, his anger quickly dissolved into longing. He misses her daily post-it notes she would leave on his desk every day since she started working for him with a different quote, fact, drawing, joke or comment. He always expects to hear her music blast throughout the office when they have a late night alone in the office like he is now. 

His search for her doesn’t only extend to the workplace but to his house too. He waits for his front door to be thrown open with her excitement to see Dax. The shine in her eye no longer stares back at him while he lies awake at night talking to himself about his fears and wants. He didn’t realize how much he depended on her presence and he wonders why he never gave her the chance to tell him her truth. 

“Staring at the papers until you fall asleep isn’t going to help you decide who to hire,” Topper jokes, coming over to look at the papers from over Rafe’s shoulder. “How about him? He is pretty qualified.” Rafe glances at the candidate Topper points out, “I didn’t like his handwriting.” Topper looks at him in annoyance. “Really? You don’t even like handwritten documents. You passed an electronic policy just for that reason. Plus, I highly doubt he is the kind of person to leave you little notes every day. He seems more serious to do that,” Topper comments. Rafe glares at him at the suggestion of his words, “That’s not the reason why I don’t like his handwriting. I could still see it on electronic documents dummy.” Topper shakes his head at his friend’s irritation. 

“Okay, so beating around the bush isn’t working. I’m just going to say this directly then. You miss Y/N. There is no reason why you have to be so stubborn and not apologize to her.”

“I know you are right, but you didn’t see how heartbroken she was when I called her a gold digger at the restaurant. Or how angry she was when I was being an ass to her at work. I don’t think I can make it up to her.”

“Yeah, probably not. But it doesn’t hurt to try, Rafe. You intertwined your lives together perfectly when you were fake dating. Just imagine how amazing it will feel to do that again when you are actually dating. You could feel that way again; you need to apologize first though.”

“I know you are right. Let me take some time to figure out what to do. It’s going to need to be perfect if it’s for her.”

“I’m always right. You know what else I’m right about? The personal assistant you should hire. Trust me, if she takes you back, you are going to want a male assistant.”

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[cozzzynook]

The war is raging and Hot Rod has a sparkling which looks like Soundwave. Realizing the Autobots might hurt his sparkling he leaves wanting to get off world. Soundwave doesn't know about the sparkling because it was a one time fling and he doesn't want to tell him.

Oooooh i love the drama!

Hot rod definitely had a sparkling in secret. I personally think he’d leave before he starts showing. He didn’t really sleep with bots on his side of the war and i’d like to change it up and say he and Soundwave would meet multiple times throughout the war to interface and just hold each other.

Of course its not serious but it is at the same time.

They don’t feel like this with anyone else and they don’t even try to.

They have a comm thats based on feeling and they can find each other by using it and know how the other feels as well. They use it to meet after a particularly hard battle and hold each other for a long time not saying anything.

Their touches are gentle and hurried this time instead of rough and quick with fear of being caught.

Soundwave puts on a spike wrap and Hot rod puts on a valve protector, the usual between them.

They leave the next morning, risky but it felt necessary this time.

This was a battle that changed the war and made tensions erratic as the damage to their planet had become too great. It was at this moment they were rethinking the war and how to go about it. None wanted their home destroyed and Soundwave and Hot rod were included in that.

The two parted ways and hadn’t seen each other for a while like usual when Hot rod started feeling tired and eventually he started to feel sick like he’d purge all the time.

He ran an internal scan and was horrified to find he was sparked.

He couldn’t evacuate the sparkling because they didn’t have the tools and he would be outed as a traitor. So he decided to try going off world to evacuate the sparkling but he..couldn’t go through with it.

He’d heard their forming spark beat and just..couldn’t do it.

So he stayed off world.

He didn’t report back with his commanding officer and he left his badge on the desk along with his blaster.

They would know what it meant.

He didn’t tell Soundwave and he didn’t open the bond they shared.

He completely left everything behind and started fresh on his own on a new planet where neutrals were the majority and no one knew him.

He entered emergence and had his sparkling two years later and was on berth rest in his small home when he received a knock on his door.

He was immediately on guard seeing as he didn’t get visitors and he’d just had his sparkling a day ago, literally.

He wouldn’t be able to get the door even if he wanted and so he waited for them to leave, holding his sparkling that looked exactly like Soundwave from frame shape and color to having four optics that were a lighter shade of purple just like the mech.

He held his bitty close as he also held a rifle in his servo and aimed at the door.

The intruder had broken the door and came inside with deceptively light steps.

When the doorknob turned he waited for them, digit on the trigger as he looked tiredly with a dead glare. Intent on protecting his sparkling and himself.

When the door fully opened, his digit instinctively moved from the trigger.

Soundwave stood in the door, frame frozen as his helm jerked back and remained tense.

His tentacles stopped moving and his servo just held the knob for support as he took in the sight of Hot rod holding a sparkling that looked like an exact copy of him with a rifle pointed straight at him.

He took in the exhaustion on Hot rod’s frame and how his arms shook.

The scent of fresh sparkling and a carrier coming down from emergence strain was too heavy in the air.

Hot rod had left him with no warning and he’d been searching for him this entire time wondering what happened and why the mech just left him.

Now he knew.

And he wishes the mech would’ve told him.

“My Sparkling and Hot rod: healthy?”

“Yes, our sparkling is fine,” Hot rod let the rifle drop and Soundwave came inside the room, sitting on the berth.

“My hot rod: condition?”

“Tired..”

He could tell.

Soundwave slowly touched their sparkling and cradled them, holding the small bitty to his chassis where a bond immediately formed.

The sparkling cooed at him in recharge but remained otherwise undisturbed.

“Conversation: will happen once rested. Recharge. Soundwave: not leaving.”

And that..that was something Hot rod dreamed of hearing.

“Promise..”

He couldn’t stop the emotive flux from grabbing hold and he was glad Soundwave didn’t mind.

“Promise: on sparks honor.”

He fell unconscious immediately and Soundwave watched over him and their sparkling. Taking in every single detail of the two as he relaxed next to Hot rod.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Guided

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: He's trying to figure out what his next moves are.

Author's note: Imhoden's next chapter.

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He’d requested that if Space Wolves, those vile barbarians were in the area, that he doesn’t have to deal with them. Especially since those bastards destroyed Prospero, unjustly. Imhoden had been one of the Sorcerer Kings of Prospero who rose up in defiance against the Space Wolves hunting. 

Hearing how his father had died at the hands of the Barbarian Wolf King burned a rage fierce in his hearts that had been difficult to quell. But he had managed to calm down enough to not set himself sparking with rage. Using the Warp was very, very difficult now, and the cost of energy was higher than he was used to it being. 

He carefully joins a group of Loyalist Thousand Sons, all of them from various points in the Imperium’s history. They were trying to figure out how they got here, and if there was a way to get back to where they had come from. Even if they did manage to do so, could they, would they remember what they learned when they had come to Ancient Terra. 

Time paradoxes, as well as Time Loops and the potential for setting Alternate Timelines were all discussed among this band of brothers, and their fellow cousins who have the knowledge of learned scholars and mastery of the Warp. 

Hearing of the Ordo that helps manage and maintain the timeline, sending their agents to ensure The Holy Timeline (whatever that means to make sure that things don’t go off course) seems… almost insane. 

Also, while that Ordo hasn’t been formed yet, they could have agents in this time, or nearby monitoring the flow of time and see if there were ‘unholy’ branches that started to bud, and they would destroy that which didn’t fit their narrow world view of What Was  The Right Time Line.

 And some baseline humans called his Legion Arrogant. To think that one could control Time itself and the flow into the Proper Time, sounded absolutely arrogant and the height of stupid foolishness that would only end in tragedy that none would remember and potential tragic hilarity. For all creatures are subjected to Time, for its cruel grasp, that and Death are the only two real certainties. 

One of the times that Imhoden was out gathering some supplies, he hears a voice that he can barely recognize. He turns and sees one of the Chaos Marines- in Colors of post-Heresy Thousand Sons. His hearts sink and his eyes widen when he realizes just who it was that was calling out to him.

One of those who’d survived the burning of Prospero and the Deal with The Chaos God, who’d survived Ahriman’s destruction of the Thousand Sons into ‘curing’ the Flesh Change.

“Janus?” Imhoden gasps out. No- his brother- one of his dearest friends in the Thousand Sons. One of the brothers whom had been with him since the very beginning stages of him becoming a Space Marine of the Thousand Sons was. Had fallen.

“You look just how you did,” Janus says stunned as he peers down at his smaller and now younger brother, “I’m glad that you survived the Burning of Prospero, even though it meant your arrival here.”

“For me, the Burning of Prosper has only been a few months,” Imhoden says.

“For me it’s been nearly ten thousand years,” Janus says, before smirking at him, “You are now the little brother.”

Imhoden groans at that, they had been almost born and started their Aspirant training on the near same day. So arguing over who was older and who was younger was something that they’d teasingly done all throughout their lives.

“Janus, no,” Imhoden says with an annoyed groan.

“Janus, yes.” Janus warbled back with a cackle. “I’ve missed you Odi, so much.”

[longlivedelusion]

A Moment's Peace

An Orym x Ashton fic.

Summary: Orym didn't expect for this to happen, for these kinds of feelings to come back after Will. Guilt ridden, he looks to find some time alone. Except... He's not alone at all.

Warnings: Spoilers up until EP like 65 ish. Hurt/Comfort/Fluff. Mention of a lost loved one, and fear of abandonment and some self-deprication stuff ya know.

A/N: I wrote this last year and completely forgot it, but it's one of my favorite things I've written in recent years. Yet, it's just sat in my notes, waiting to be continued but never did. Or something? Anyways, I'm fully on board with Dorym and Callowmoore, but this was my first ship ever of Campaign 3 before I knew about EXU or anything.

I just love them two, and my heart will always have a soft spot for early days with the two of them. This pairing to me is like two opposites who've lived very different experiences, yet fit in ways that are unexpected. Fill in gaps where the other might falter. And I love that. Ok enough from me!

Enjoy🤍

Masterlist

Orym remembers when it started. The small buds of feelings that began to sprout, slowly growing into a blossom that became too big for him to ignore.

He spent most of his days running around Exandria with the rest of the Hells, and a lot of it meant running towards a new lead or when they were sent to gods know where without much of a choice. So in the moments that they were able to properly rest and settle, even just for an evening, were welcome. And it's here where he began to notice the shift.

He spent a lot of these evenings doing the Zeph'aeratam, laughing with the others, meditating. Those moments were his favorite. 

In those simple moments, he could breathe and remember. Remember so deeply and vividly that he swears he could almost touch his lost love, he was so alive. In his mind he could talk to Will, tell him about his days, his worries, his anger. He could feel a little less alone.

But one day he realized he spoke about someone a little more than others. Where memories of the last day or week were reflected from a point of view that limited its vision to a singular person. Over time, that person became as much part of his meditations as much as Will.

He felt... guilt, truth be told. He always believed in multiple loves and has known this to be true for some, but for him it was always just Will. Always would be.

So when this new friend began to shape and mold into something different in his heart, he felt a guilt towards his husband. Towards himself, despite how wonderful it felt to not be so alone. But their friendship was still new in many ways, still so uncertain despite everything they'd been through.

So as he made his way just a few feet outside camp to do his nightly meditations, the group did as they normally did.

Chetney, attempting to show his alpha prowess to Fearne, Fearne focused intently on some new earrings Laudna wore, Laudna gazing at Imogen as she always did, while Imogen chatted with FCG and Ashton about some new mind travel magic he still didn't really understand.

Orym didn't notice the eyes that shifted toward his back as he made his into the nearby grove.

Settling into a quiet corner under a large oak, none of the local critters seemed to be bothered as he settled his back against the rough tree bark—breathing. Just as he always did.

It took him little time to ease into his meditation, his mind focused and drifting to his favorite destination in meditations. The edge of a beautiful cliff overlooking the Zephrah landscape as his Will sat with his feet over the edge.

"Hi." Orym said, sideling up close beside his husband, immediately nuzzling under his arm and into his chest, "Missed you."

Will shifted his arm around him like he'd always done, grabbing his hand and laying a ghost of a kiss on it, "Missed you. So how's things?"

"Yeah, they're ok. Imogen's having a bit of a rough time right now, but honestly we all kind of are. Things are getting bigger than any of us thought they were gonna be." He looked at their hands, noticing the ways they didn't quite touch.

"The most important things always are. But you've got a good group with you from what you've told me, and honestly? I know you. You're capable of spinning anything on it's heels enough to get rightside again," Will looked down at him and winked. "You did it enough times for me."

Orym shoved into Will's side, giving a little laugh, "Yeah, well—"

"This is kinda nice," said a new voice, a familiar one, their familiar boots coming into view out the corner of his eye. Will sat there, a smile still on his face as the figure sat beside Orym. The voice came in clearer and more echoed than he's used to in here though. "Can see why you step away every night to do your mind, body meditation things."

Orym looked over at Will, the world around them fading slightly, the sounds of crickets becoming louder and louder.

"Go," he heard Will say, echoed. A smile on his lips, "It's ok."

"But—" Orym starts.

"It's alright. We have forever ahead of us. I don't mind sharing you in some of that." He leans down to leave a ghost of a kiss on Orym's forehead before his edges faded, Zephrah shifting out and now leaving him with deep blues and purples of the night sky. He sees the oak trees, the smell of fresh dew on the leaves with a hint of earthy moss poking at his senses, before sensing the strong presence at his side.

"Sorry if I messed up your vibe or flow or whatever," Ashton says fully clear now, a little more nervously than he's usually heard from him. "I just thought maybe I could practice the whole meditating thing some more since I hadn't done it since, you know, the thrown across the world thing. If that's alright." 

"Oh. Yeah, of course." Orym shifts a bit to turn towards Ashton, body now faced towards them. His hands a little more damp then when he started his meditation. "Just sit comfortably first, and we can start taking some deep breaths. I'll guide you." 

"Cool, yeah. Thanks," Ashton says, shifting a bit uncomfortably at first before settling against the tree only a few inches away from Orym. They close their eyes.

"Alright, so we're going to do what the Air Ashari call Ríth'im breathing. It's a simple breathing technique that's easy to follow and should help you relax a bit."  Orym says before starting to inhale, "Like this: 2, 3, 4, hold. Exhale 2, 3, 4, hold. And we'll keep doing that for a few minutes."

Ashton was jittery at first, their body not quite being able to stifle the habitual movement it tended to do on the daily. But after a couple of breaths they actually managed to slow down a bit. 

"Ok, imagine time slowing, 3, 4, and the sounds of the grove becoming a little less each time you take a breath. Hold." Orym watching the genasi, their chest rising and falling with each count as time began slowing down for him a bit.

It was rare that Orym got to see Ashton like this. Not off moving somewhere or doing something, massaging a hurting muscle or just in a constant go, go, go. The only times he's ever gotten to really look at them are the nights they're out here and he's on watch while the rest of the troop is asleep. Not that he watches them while they sleep, he's just insanely aware of everything almost all the time. Especially when he needs to be. That's why.

So to see their usual creased brow soften, to see even the slightest dip in their shoulders, was rare. 

"Now imagine you're somewhere you like being, somewhere you find safe. Maybe a private grove like this or Krook House or-"

"The Spire by Fire?" They said, a smile smile curving up their lips, their voice quieter than usual but still loud enough to unsettle some of the surrounding creatures.

Orym softly chuckled, "The Spire by Fire is perfect. Just make sure you're alone at first so you can focus easier."

"Alright."

Orym guides another round of breathing before settling in again, "Here is where you can kind of sit away from everything and connect to yourself. It's like having a private moment but with your mind."

Ashton tenses a bit, "It's a bit wild up here, I don't know if private 'lone time with it is the smartest thing."

Orym notices their tensing, "It's alright for it be scary at first. Being alone with your thoughts when you're not used to it can be really terrifying. But nothing as terrifying as going through lava I imagine."

A chuckle in response, "Yeah, you're probably right." Silence. "I guess I'm just worried that the more I find out about myself, the more it'll just confirm how broken I actually am. And I don't know if I need to confirm that shit any more than I already have. Fuck, I don't know."

Orym moves to touch Ashton on their knee before remembering the pain they usually feel, choosing to return their hand to their lap instead. 

"You can touch me ya know. It's alright. Hurts but I can handle it." Ashton's eyes still closed as he speaks.

Orym's eyes widen, "How did you know I was about to touch you?"

They shrugged, their body slowing returning to their natural, jittery state. "Didn't. Could just feel you in a way, I dunno. Like I felt it even though it wasn't necessarily there."

"Well, regardless, not sure if touch is the most welcome thing right now if you're trying to relax." Orym shifts a bit, starting to move away.

A stone hand moves to grab his wrist, gentle for something made of stone, as crystal eyes now staring back at him, "It's really alright. It's more calming actually, at least when it's you." He looks down at his hand and his face shifts, as if just realizing the intimacy of the moment. He starts to shake it off before...

Orym reaches back for their stone skin, moving the hand up and sandwiching it between his own. He looks at Ashton. "Yeah, well, I'm glad to be of assistance then." A smile.

A smirk is returned before Ashton looks away, not moving their newly entrapped hand, "Looks like this meditation thing still isn't really working for me anyways, not sure if I can ever really sit still unless I'm drunk or unconscious or something."

Orym gives their hand a small squeeze, "It's not easy the first few times, hell even the first dozen. But with practice—"

"Says the guy who wakes up doing pushing ups." Ashton says, "Not sure I'm made of the same stuff."

Orym knew this type of talk from Ashton well, the self-deprication subtle but always a little present in the way they speak, "You're made of exactly what you need to be. You're perfect." He grew more serious. "Don't let a broken world tell you you're anything else. Because you're—" He stops himself. "You just have to find out what works for you." 

Ashton's leg began to jitter, a small ripple in a still lake. They didn't say anything or look at him, still staring off into the trees like a million thoughts were running through his mind.

"Tell me," Orym gentle squeezes their hand again. "You don't have to let it stew up there by itself you know. I can take some of the weight."

A long silence. Orym almost thought Ashton wasn't going to speak again until he heard a deep sigh come from the genasi, their eyes closing a moment before looking at something nondescript ahead.

"I'm not good at this kind of stuff and even if I do trust somebody its not the kind of trust you have outside a fight or anything ya know? I can trust somebody to make sure my back won't get blasted but when it comes to feelings? Fuck, I don't know."  Ashton looks down at his newly formed lava carved arm. "And things just keep getting crazier and crazier and I don't know if it's gonna stop. And I'm fucking scared that I'll just keep getting more messed up to the point where nobody can be around me without getting hurt. Cause I hurt, and I'm damn good at it."

Orym just looks to Ashton, not speaking, trying not to break their flow.

"And that would've been perfect for me a few months ago cause if you're good at hitting, then jobs tend to pay better that way. But then y'all came along and—"

The blossom grew firmer roots inside Orym's chest.

"Now... Now I'm worried about if one day I'll go too far and I won't just hurt the bad guys but that I'll hurt the others. That I'll hurt you." Ashton's eyes turned to face Orym at last. "I don't wanna fuck this up. I can't fuck this up."

Orym waited for Ashton to keep going or to do something, but a moment passed. Two. Before he finally spoke, "You're not the only one who can mess up. Who has messed up." Orym's tone softens. "But the thing about caring about other people is you choose to stick by them through the good and bad. We all make mistakes, some of them worse than others, but Ashton I choose to stand by you while you learn, just like I hope you'll stick by me the same."

Ashton scoffs a bit, rolling their eyes, "Yeah, well you say that now but who really actually stays? I think you believe that, but then I'll fucking say something stupid or do something stupid and then you'll go." Despite their stone cold look, Orym could see the fear in Ashton's eyes.

Orym stands, dropping Ashton's hand to the floor and moving to stand in front of the genasi now. He cups their face, noticing the tense and confused features before touching their forehead to his own, "I will stand by you Ashton Greymoore, for as long as life grants me time on this plane. You are my friend and I will stick by you for as long as you want me."

Ashton looked to Orym for a moment, deep apprehension in their eyes but also something more. Hope. They before sighing and reaching out to grab one of the hands on their face, "Well shit, I guess you'll be stuck with me for a long time then. Think you can handle that?"

Orym smiles. "Yeah. I think I'll be just fine."

[emptyheadwriting]

I Leave This Letter to You, Beloved (Alternative Ending)

Be sure to read CMBIPP and ILTLTYB first for background

Word count:1.3k

Warnings:reader death,talks of suicide, hallucinations, and a funeral

Wednesday’s hands shook rapidly, the letter ruffling from her force. How could she ever live with herself, her brain was tearing itself apart as she cowered further into her seat, terrified to lift her eyes and have them fall upon your lifeless body.

“Please” she whimpered, her hands shooting up to grip the sides of her face in agony. The letter floated down to the floor slowly, wavering sideways on its descent before it finally fell. The paper’s movements ceased, everything seemed to go quiet, until a constant beep filled the room.

It took Wednesday until doctors started to rush into the room to grasp what the noise was and what it meant. “no no no” she said, voice getting louder with each word, “save her, don’t just stand there, save my wife! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill all of you” rage was all she could manage to summon as she stood from her chair and berated the doctors.

No matter her fight, there was nothing she could do, you were no longer there laying on the hospital bed. Only a shell, a body no longer full of life and love remained, and she could do nothing more than collapse over your chest, sobs of how sorry she was pouring from her lips for the rest of the night.

—

Wednesday Addams the Widow, it was not a title the woman ever hoped to hold when she married you, but as she looked around the small group of people that were standing around the Addams Family graveyard she realized that it has been finalized.

“I am so sorry my storm cloud, I can not imagine how you are feeling” Gomez said honestly as he laid a hand on her shoulder in an attempt of comfort. There would be none from his words or his touch, he only received a dismissive hum.

“I can’t believe she’s gone Wednesday, I thought we would all end up in a retirement home together like we were back in school all over again” Enid said teary eyed, Ajax by her side nodded along silently, his eyes not leaving your casket.

“A ridiculous thought” Wednesday said softly with a shake of her head. She had always envisioned you and herself dying together in your sleep, fading off into nothingness together, intertwined one last time.

Uncle Fester did not bother to say anything on his approach. No he simply stood by her, and snuck his hand around her waist before pulling her into a side hug, the squeeze on his own side telling him all the words of appreciation she would not dare speak, even now after all that had come from not sharing her emotions or caring enough about others.

Wednesday gave one last kiss to your ring before you were lowered into the ground, she shoveled on all the dirt herself as everyone else watched too scared to offer a hand due to the determination on the widow’s brow.

Lurch added your tombstone, and the ceremony was complete, people started to filter out, many leaving a lingering hand across your tombstone on their pass.

Wednesday sat on the grass next to your grave, her sight being overtaken by a shadow as her mother stood over her. “What will you do now my dove?” She asked gently, frowning at the way the her normally stoic daughter’s lip quivered.

The two shared an embrace in front of you before parting, Wednesday had things to do as far as she was concerned.

—

She flew back to the cabin, packed all of her things. Installed more cameras than there already was and locked all the doors and windows for the last time, for she had quit her job and knew where she needed to go.

She flew to your hometown, she had bought the first house she could get her hands on the day after your death. It was so strange. The place she had never bothered to visit or even really pay attention to a story about your time there, was the place she had decided she would spend the rest of her days.

Wednesday was full of regret at each pleasant moment she had. She visited places she had heard you describe and would breathe them in, cursing herself for never getting to see them with you. She would wake up every morning to sounds that you endlessly compared to those that would fill the cabins walls. You were right when you said those of your hometown were more, gentle a harmony of soft chirps and people starting their days greeted her pale ears.

On one of her firsts nights she decided to order food from the one restaurant you had mentioned before, you had mentioned it once in your time together, how she could remember that from a random parents weekend and not remember to show her wife proper affection and care was a mystery to her.

She unpacked the bag and sat down with your go-to order, and when she looked up across the table she saw you, bloodied, cut up, but with a small smile on your face. She ate a small bite, as her eyes stayed trained on your glimmering image.

“How are you liking all of the things that made me, me?” You asked gently, placing your hands on the table, fingers interlocked with each other.

“I’ve missed your voice” she starts, and looks away at the look of disapproval written on your face, “I know that’s not what you asked, I wanted to express myself is all, I love them all” she says sadly, “I should have experienced them all with you” her eyes finally going back to you.

You shrugged with a laugh, the sound making your wife shudder and nearly moan, it was heavenly, and she wished she had worked harder to hear it while you were still alive, “well I’m dead now, atleast you’ve gotten around to it” a wide smile forms on your lips at the upturn of her lips.

“I could join you” she offers serious, she knows she’s talking to herself, much too smart to not realize that this image of you was only her mind’s doing, but the offer sounds favorable and reasonable to her.

“No my love, you still have so much to do” your voice floats into her ear as your image fades away.

That night after her meal she calls her mom for a favor.

—

Months have passed since she saw you at her dinner table, she had picked up a few new habits.

The plants by the windows and on the porch grew as best as they could due to her novice gardening skills.

A few drawings were hung around the house. All done in charcoal, her own style of commemorating you in art. Each one was inspired by a part of you, your smile, your eyes, the way you would pull her close, and everything in between.

The most important of all, nightly calls to a crystal ball that was positioned on your gravestone. She would talk about her day, new experiences, and reminisce on your life together.

“I miss you a lot today my love, I saw a little girl at the store, her laugh sounded so much like yours I almost cried, I settled on buying her a candy that her mother refused her”

The private conversation was muffled by the walls and distance between the graveyard and the house, but the Addams Family Manor was a quiet home these days and Morticia and Gomez heard it nonetheless.

“Do you think she will ever stop cara mia?” Gomez asks softly, fingers dancing on his wife’s arm.

“Would you ever stop darling?” She asked with a roll of her eyes, knowing the answer that was to come.

“Of course not” he said like it was the most ridiculous question he had ever been asked.

“then no, she will not stop, she did promise our daughter in law forever after all” Morticia says gently.

—

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[demonslayedher]

If Shinobu was affected by a demonic blood art where he was forced to say what he thinks for days, (even if the demon is already dead), even in writing, that so much time it took to realize this effect and be buried in a room until Will you pass? Will it be forced to continue with its work? How much will avoid Tomioka to avoid saying things like "I think you're nice" "I consider you my best friend", etc?

“Aoi, sit down for once and let Kanao make dinner. She’ll follow instructions.”

“Uhh—err… yes, Shinobu-sama…”

Shinobu gave her a sweet smile and then continued down the hall, with no awareness of what words had spilled out her mouth. The Demon’s Blood Technique had a odd way of altering one’s self-perception, and with the demon thoroughly dead, Shinobu had no reason to suspect anything amiss. She went about her day as usual, using the morning to check on her patients before wrapping up her notes and feeding her fish and settling down for a midday nap. “Let’s see. Zenitsu-kun, still in bed, I see?”

“Hello, Shinobu-san! You’re as pretty a sight as ever!”

“You’re not flattering anyone. Is this leftover medicine? You really make me wonder if I should be bothering to concoct all of this for you. Make sure you get lots of sunshine!”

When she left room, she did not notice the whimper behind her that said, “Pillars are scary.”

The others were busy in Functional Recovery Training, which Shinobu observed momentarily. They were playing tag, or at least some half-way version. “You’re looking pathetic!” she cheered, then went to her office to write some notes for the day. She wanted to make a record of the battle against the demon with an unusual knack for striking discord among the Corp members present.

I found it odd when I came across the lot of them arguing, she wrote, some of them were in tears. But there were also those two who were laughing and embracing each other. I always thought they’d make a good couple, but the battle was an inappropriate place for public displays of affection. They both looked like bad kissers anyway. Finding none of them helpful in the moment, I faced the demon on my own, and was hit with a cloud of pink smoke. It made me cough, but I didn’t notice anything off. I was my usual self as I asked it how many humans it has killed, but it was all a taunt because I meant to kill it mercilessly in the first place. Making friends with demons is stupid and got Neesan killed—

Her hand flinched as she felt herself referring to Kanae, who had nothing to do with the previous night’s battle. Was she so tired, to have found herself drifting to senselessness in her writing? She didn’t feel unwell, so it was strange to catch herself being so—

“Bad kissers? Did I write this?” held her diary to her face and exclaimed. Furrowing her brow, she reread the passage. The writing sounded like her, but it also distinctly did not sound like her. As she reflected on the battle, however, the truth of her situation dawned on her, and she felt herself go pale.

Neesan… this is big trouble.

--

“Kanao. I need to stay in my office. Don’t let anyone bother me.”

“Yes, Shihan.”

“It’s a good thing you follow directions so well without prying.”

“Yes, Shihan.”

“I wish you wouldn’t need directions all the time, though.”

“…?”

“Glad to know I can depend on you! Only bother me if it’s an emergency.”

“…”

Although this gave Shinobu space to test her blood samples for some clue of how to break the demon’s spell, Kanao was later asked to help with dinner, and a flip of a coin later, she left her guard post. The fact that the door had been guarded in the first place made Kiyo, Naho, and Sumi terribly upset, and they bravely decided to knock on Shinobu’s door.

When the knocking didn’t subside, Shinobu took a Breath to compose herself and answered it, and she was startled to find three teary-eyed little girls with a tray of tea and cookies. “We thought you might not be feeling well… it’s herbal tea… we hope it helps… we used our allowance to buy cookies… we hope you like them…”

Shinobu accepted the tray, all the while staring into the three teary-eyed faces. “You’re all the sweetest, most angelic creatures I’ve ever been blessed with encountering, and if anything ever happens to you, I will set fire to all my poisons before I inject that wretched thing with every last ounce of my wrath.”

“Ah… okay… enjoy the cookies.”

Shinobu very carefully and truthfully explained to her crow that she was not in proper condition for demon slaying that night, and that she required the night off. En, her crow, seemed insulted that Shinobu was talking in such short, simple statements as if to suggest the crow couldn’t understand otherwise, but a grouchy bird was a small price to pay. One night went by with no sign or whether or not Shinobu was cured, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get a second night off in a row. As a Pillar, she had to get a grip and face whatever was ahead. It wasn’t as if being truthful was ever going to hurt anyone.

“CAAAW! TONIGHT YOU HAVE A MISSION WITH THE WATER PILLAR!! CAAAAAAW!”

“En!! You planned this! I knew you were a vindictive bird!”

“CAAAW!” En flapped and replied, though in truth, the crow was too embarrassed to admit she did not understand the word ‘vindictive.’

It would be fine. Tomioka didn’t like to talk anyway. They hadn’t seen each other since the Pillar Meeting, and hadn’t exchanged any words since Mt. Natagumo. Maybe a mission spent in silence would make repairing their relationship futile, but what relationship did they have in the first place? Despite all the missions they happened to go on together, Tomioka never made any effort to be friendly. Why should she keep bothering to be friendly back?

She meant to only say hello, but the words out her mouth were, “It makes me sad that you never talk to me.”

Giyuu froze in place. Shinobu still could not hear her own words, so his face was her only indication that she had said what she truly thought of him. What hurtful thing might she had said, she wondered?

He replied, “I’m sorry. If I had explained myself better, I wouldn’t had gotten Tanjiro into that mess.”

“Not to mention the mess you got us in, I could had plucked your eye out like a lollipop.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and turned red, bowing his head. “My apologies.”

“I wouldn’t had wanted to see you get hurt, Tomioka-san. Besides being someone who this Corp relies on, you’re among the Pillars who I want to get along with most.”

Oh, now what had she said?

She had never seen such a hurt and sad look on his eyes, his eyes so big and wet like he might cry. Though she knew she’d only make it worse by opening her mouth again, she kept going.

“I think you’re very nice. I consider you my friend.”

“T…Thank you.”

“Hm?” she paused.

“I like it when you talk to me. I consider you my friend, too.”

“…Hmmm?”

He walked past her and continued forward in his usual manner of ending their short dialogues. “The demon’s this way.”

Shinobu was left to wonder if that was the demon’s plan all along. Did that demon want episodes like this to happen, like those two Corp members among the ones arguing? It was too bad Shinobu had to get to work, for she wondered what she’d wind up writing if she could sit down with her diary at that moment. Before she caught that chance, the effects of the Blood Technique wore off, and a part of her wondered if she and that demon might ever had been friends. Friendship came in surprising places, after all.

[gemini-magic17]

Entanglement Chapter Sixteen

It must have been close to two days before we reached civilization. All I could recall was the clear skies and the crystal blue water below me. It was close to sunrise when Calyx brought us land. The amount of fog that surrounded the structure was endless it was a while before it cleared. When it did the shock of what we came upon didn't register to me until the castle was in full view.

Calyx had flown us to Dristarya as it was known for inhabiting dangerous creatures from ancient times. No one dared to come here if they wanted to keep their life. Surprisingly, it was still in good shape after being abandoned for thousands of years. Out of all the places he could have brought us to why would he choose here? Flying over the gates Calyx landed right on top of the rocky terrain.

I carefully climbed off Calyx making sure not to hurt him in any way. I began to walk up the small hill looking to see if there was anyone else here. Now I did something that was extremely stupid and called out.

"Hello, is anyone out there", I asked as I continued to walk. After a while of searching, I decided to make my way back. As I made my way down I heard a monstrous sound. It almost resembled Calyx's roar and me being the curious person that I am I followed the noise. The sound took me to the side of the castle down by the water. Looking all around me I couldn't see anything but it wasn't until I heard what seemed to be giant footsteps. I walked further in and found an opening that was connected to what seemed to be the castle's underbelly.

As I go deep into what I consider to be a cave I have to feel around with minds. The darkness that surrounds me makes it harder for me to watch my step and I end up tripping over something hard. All of a sudden a cloud of fire lit up my surroundings and in front of me is another dragon.

I got up as fast as I could to turn around and run out of the cave but fell over by what I now see as the bones of cattle. I quickly got up and made a break for the entrance. As I made it around the corner I was stopped by a face in the dark. Carefully stepping closer the light streaming from the entrance of the cave illuminated the face. It was none other than the face of a sun-kissed dragon with piercing green eyes looking back at me. We stared at each other for what seemed like ages but was only minutes as the dragon behind me was making its approach. It was only then that it moved its body revealing the outside letting me leave.

I ran as fast as I could back to Calyx but I knew I was being followed. A glimpse of the green-colored dragon flying above me was the one I could only assume to breathe fire at me. When I finally arrived back Calyx could see how scared I was and went into attack mode when he saw the dragon up above. The green dragon landed a few feet away from us and on instinct, Calyx roared at him almost as if it was a warning which the other dragon fired back.

It was only then as I got a closer look at him that it was Aeras. I slowly moved from behind Calyx and walked forward to Aeras making sure I kept some distance. I don't think he wanted to hurt me I think he was just scared of me. it must have been a long time since he has seen a human or any other species than his own in a long time.

The dead silence between the three of us was deafening and Aeras made the choice to move closer to me. Calyx got closer to me making sure that I was protected but I reassured him that he wouldn't hurt me. I walked a few more feet to Aeras until I was standing right in his face. I reached out my hand and before I could touch him he backed away.

"It's ok I won't hurt you I promise", I said with a soft smile. He lay down on the grassy area and I soon followed to sit by him. Sitting by the side of his face I looked deep into his eyes and put my head against his. It was only then he truly relaxed and realized that I meant him no harm.

We stayed like that for a good twenty minutes as Calyx made his way to lay down on the opposite side of me still being cautious of the new dragon. I started to doze off when a sound came from Aeras that pulled me out of my sleepiness. I got up and looked above me where there must have been three dragons flying overhead. That included the other dragon present in the cave. Behind me, I hear movement coming from the hilltop, and to my eyes, I see a silver-colored dragon making its way to me. I couldn't believe it, that there were six dragons alive and well roaming the skies of Ancient Dristarya. I was speechless by the sight in front of me and how beautiful they were.

Remembering the letter I needed to send Ser Easton I went to make my way to the castle. It took a good bit to get there all the hills and steps slowed me down. As I got to the front I carefully pushed open the doors to be met with a long hall leading to what seemed to be the grand hall. Taking slow steps I see that inside sat a throne made of some kind of stone.

Needing to find a pen and paper I searched various rooms until I came upon a room where battles and wars were planned. In the center of the room was a map of the realm or rather before what the realm was today. It was littered with dust as well as old maps of other kingdoms. On the left side of the room was a black desk with silver admonishments on it that contained some blank pieces of paper. I saw there was a pen on the table I quickly grabbed it and went to sit down to write the letter.

"Dear Ser Easton,

I have safely made it to somewhere and before I tell you where I am I need you to prepare yourself so you don't start to worry. Calyx flew us to Ancient Dristarya and when I tell you what I have seen so far you will never believe it. Although, maybe you will considering you have already seen one dragon what would five more be. Yep, you read that right there are five other dragons on this island, and two of them I recognized. Aeras wasn't exactly welcoming but I'm pretty sure it was due to the fact that he hasn't seen a human in centuries. Don't worry though he's not dangerous he was just scared. Please do not forget to pack the books otherwise I am not going to find out the names of the dragons. I don't know how long it will take you to get here. I imagine flying is faster than going by ship and if that is the case please send me a letter before you leave. I hope you have a safe journey and let me know what is going on back in Tir Asleen

Sincerely,

Y/n Ravaryn"

[dialingyoudarlingyou]

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

Tw: none, just fluff. so much of it. blame Taylor swift’s songs for being the best thing that has ever happened. Since my brain isn't letting me write the second part for this love I wrote this instead hehe. This is based on that one line in New Year's Day. I heard it and I couldn’t stop thinking about how it’d make for a perfect prompt.

He looks at her. Because somehow that makes things easier for him. Sometimes he feels like this is a dream and he might just wake up any second. Sometimes he wonders what he did to deserve her because there is no way in hell that someone as beautiful and understanding as her would ever be with someone as pathetic and boring as him. He looks at her like she is the sun. Resting in the warmth she gives off. When she smiles, it radiates a calming warmth like nothing else. The peace and hope her warmth gives off fills his heart with overwhelming amounts of love and devotion. 

So, he sits down next to her and stares with astonishment at how the person he loves has brought so much colour to his life. And he blissfully wonders if she knows how much beauty she radiates every time she laughs or smiles, and how every time he looks at her his heart soars and fills with joy, he feels as if time could never catch up with him.

He wonders when he’ll be able to tell her how he feels without stuttering and mumbling. They have been together for almost 2 years now, but it feels as though they have been together forever because he cannot imagine his life without her.

‘I love you' these three words are always on the tip of his tongue. Anytime, anyplace it doesn't matter.

Funnily enough, he used to struggle with saying those words but then he discovered something peculiar.

“You remembered? Oh my god!"

Her voice echoes as she enters the Batcave. She rushes in with a big grin on her face and he knows exactly what she is thinking. Bruce knows that face all too well. She skips a few steps and gives him a tight embrace. He eventually melts into it.

"I can't believe this bruce! You remembered and I only mentioned it once- and you-" she sniffles as her grasp on him tightens. His fingers slowly run through her hair, and he murmurs "do you like it?" "Like? Bruce, I love it. I love you. But you didn’t have to- This complete set of merchandise is so expensive Bruce. So expensive, it's worth my one month's salary."

"Love, I'll give you anything you want all you have to do is say. I'll give you the stars, the moon, and the fucking planets." Bruce inhales her scent and sighs. God, he cannot think about how he would ever live without her. Her eyes seemed to have teared up at his words and she just squeezed his hand three times in reply.

His eyes were piqued with curiosity. He asked her what the gesture meant. “It means I love you,” she whispered, her voice was so soft it was scarcely audible. But he heard it. a smile made its way onto his face; he immediately squeezed it back. and no, he didn’t stop after three; he repeated the gesture six times.

From that day onward, Bruce repetitively told her ‘I love you.’ Sometimes he squeezed her hand randomly- before he left for his nocturnal ventures.

Aside from that sometimes when it was just the two of them alone in the Batcave, he would casually tap out the gesture with his finger on the desk.

tap. tap. tap.

She would look up from her book and make eye contact with Bruce who was sitting across the room. She knew what it meant. She somehow always did.

Bruce said I love you all the time now, more often than the ones she said out loud.

She realized that he had a unique way of declaring his love, and it was okay because, in the end, it was the love that mattered.

[whispdoodle]

We connect.

| synopsis: you and Vash are soul mates. How do you know this? Well, because since your youngest of days you would meet in between dreams, destined to cross paths in the night, but never through the light of day. But what if one day that was to change?

| warnings: none. This is literally just fluff, but slightly modern AU themed considering you both were the same age when you started meeting in your dreams. Mutual pining, mentions of fear of abandonment. The reader is gender neutral.

5 years old. That is where the first shared dream came to be. You closed your eyes, your favorite Disney sheets blanketing you from the cold of the January night. Yet when they soon opened, the same sheets were gone. As was your night stand, on which your plushies lay splayed. Your desk, on which the night lamp used to shine, casting away the darkness. Your ceiling, on which there yet lingered the splash of paint after your creativity got the better of you.

Instead, there was a sky, bright and blue. There was no night stand, but a tree trunk like a stump peeking out of the grassy terrain. And not your sheets, but a weight of a stranger who felt more familiar than anything ever did.

The weight on you shifted, and you were not alarmed. The stranger's blues bore into your own eyes, and you did not falter. "Do I know you?" He asks. "No." Is your reply.

"Will I know you?" And to his question, you reply with a melodious cherish. "I hope so."

The first time was not the last, as the name implies.

Vash, you found out, was his name. After many a dream, you had the thought to ask. And he gave it to you, without hesitation. And you knew he would. You always knew, yet the anticipation was always tearing at the seams. Why so scared? Why so shy? Why so you?

If you knew that...

He spoke of flowers. So, so often. He liked them red, sweet and delicate. "If I was a flower..."

"You're not a flower." He'd reply.

"Do you wish I was?"

"I wish you were... here."

You were 16 when he told you that, and 16 when you realized you liked yourself better than you did the flowers.

Years pass. 24. That's how old you have turned this year. Alone, yet always with him. How miserable did that feels? He was always there, always within an ear shot. But his touch was not meant for you to reach, his warmth never yours to bask in. It felt empty, it felt hollow.

It felt more alone than if you were to never meet again.

"Do I know you?" He always asks. Each time you two meet, he always asks. The grassland feels heavier. The air feels thicker. And your heart can no longer force you to reply the same way. "I don't know."

For the first time, you see so much... what is it, in his eyes? Is it worry? Is it confusion? You scan his face. Everything seems the same. But that piercing on his ear... has it always been there? And these glasses, the unfamiliar shade of orange... did they always lay rest on the top of his nose?

"Why don't you know?"

Your gaze doesn't meet his this time. Vash reaches forth, but you know how futile it is. You can taste the lack of contact growing bitter on your tongue, you can see the hand that desperately wishes to reach you dissipate, like paints in a glass of water.

You don't answer him that night. He's a part of you. You are a part of him. But you are tired of chasing a ghost.

What a cruelty fate has destined upon you: to love the one you are never meant to meet.

You sit alone by a table, your favorite brew yet spewing steam as your hand encases the paper cup. Another day when your name was written up messily on its side, another day where your notes are scattered just as are your thoughts. You've given up. But that's not an easy task. For with each heart beat, you feel another. Vash's heart beats to the rhythm of yours. Always to the rhythm, as if he is trying to either keep up or to not fall behind. You smile. You cry. It's such a beautiful thing. Such a sorrowful thing.

Cruel and kind. You're never alone. But you're always by yourself.

It quickens, you think. The beat of a heart thunders away at your ribcage. But was it yours, really? No, you think. Your thoughts are wandering, but not like this. Not for your heart to be this loud.

It's not your heart, you realize. Vash is... What is this? Is it fear? No. You know fear, this is not it. This is... Impatience. Anticipation. Hope?

The one free chair at your table moves, scraping against the tiles that make up the floor. A weight joins you in your solitude. And when you look up, you think you recognize that piercing in his ear. You recognize that blazing orange of his glasses.

"I know you."

He says. And at long last, the dreadful dreaming comes to an end. You are both free.

You're connected.

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First fic in the fandom! Honestly, first on Tumblr in general LOL

Hope y'all liked it! The idea of this AU was honestly killing me, I had to finally write about it properly. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[negasonicimagines]

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REQUEST: Hey! Listen i loved the omega verse requests. But then I was also thinking what about the opposite? Like R is an alpha taking suppressants. And unknowingly she gets off it around the same time yukio is in heat. So Ellie is like this is a shit show and is trying to help R who’s panicking and yukio who just wants both alphas (cuz in yukios mind she’s like finally I can get double the pleasure)

SYNOPSIS: You're the ultimate alpha -- that's your superpower. The downside is, most suppressants are no match for your instincts and urges. You've found a solution in the form of an experimental suppressant being tested on yourself and others like you. Just as you've gotten used to your newfound peace, the meds suddenly stop working. What's worse? Yukio's in heat.

Warnings/Notes: A/B/O, Yukisonic x Reader, Porn With Minimal Plot, Your Past Sexual Experiences are Dubiously Consensual, I Don't Care What Typical A/B/O Dynamics Are - I Do What I Want, Reader (Accidentally) Self-Harms, Lots of Oral, Penetration - Yukio!Receving & R!Receiving and Giving

The ultimate alpha. Stronger, faster, better hearing, better sense of smell, stronger smell, more in tune with your natural instincts… That’s your mutation. Pretty lame compared to reading minds, healing touch, or wings, but it’s yours, and it’s enough for you to be looked upon with distaste by the anti-mutant crowd. 

Normal suppressants don’t work for you – they’re only meant to bring an alpha down to socially-acceptable levels of their innate traits. For you, that would only put you at the level of an alpha without suppressants. Thankfully, though, there’s hope. You’re part of a medical trial with some other alphas who have overactive traits. None of the others are quite at your level, of course, but it’s working nonetheless, and it has been for the past few years. 

You take your pill as needed, no more than one every four hours. Today, though, you’re two hours in and you’re ready to claw Ellie’s eyes out for having your omega the way you’ve always wanted her. 

For omegas, suppressants can cause infertility if they don’t take a break every three months or so, so every now and then Ellie is lucky enough to get to help Yukio through her heats, while you stay away in your old bedroom for the week. You’re too afraid to lose control and give her your bite, something she wants to wait for until marriage, or in the case of the three of you, a commitment ceremony. You’re in full agreement on that, in fact, you wish you didn’t have the bites you do from that period of your life before medication where you had little to no self control. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had a kid or two already, though no one’s reached out. 

It’s the last day of her heat. You sulk in the kitchen. You hoped eating would distract you, but the apple in your hand has been crushed. You eat it anyway, trying to ignore your disgust at its new texture. 

Ellie strolls in, a little flushed and reeking of Yukio’s sweet scent. She smells so much like an omega that you almost want to mount her right then and there. 

“Babe, are you alright?” she asks. “You know you can join us, right? I’m willing to keep an eye on things. ”

“I- I think something’s wrong,” you realize. “It’s not- The medicine’s not- I need to be locked up or something, like before.”

“Really?” Ellie rushes to your side, pressing the back of your forehead. “Fuck, you’re burning up.” She blinks, looking dazed. “You smell, like… Oh, shit, they’re not doing anything at all, are they? It’s so strong, even I want… Shit.” 

She racks her brain for a minute or so, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“We should take you to the bedroom, okay?” she decides, surprising you. “I got something for you a while back, but, I don’t know, you started talking about hating being an alpha in general and I didn’t think you’d want it.”

“What is it?” you wonder.

“A muzzle,” she nervously says, adding with tentative excitement: “No bite risk.”

“Well, that is the number one hurdle,” you admit, feeling your member already starting to extend with her proximity to you. “But then, there’s you to worry about. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can handle myself. I’ve thought of more than a few ways we could share that you’d like. Let’s… Let’s give it a shot, okay?”

You can smell her fear. Fuck, it smells so good, like fresh strawberries. You can taste it. You cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering with tears full of shame. You love Ellie, her terror shouldn’t appetize you. 

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispers. “Come on. I’ll grab some more water, then we’ll go.”

Despite her anxiety, she leads you by the hand to the bedroom. You’re trembling. It’s everything you ever wanted and yet you’re so filled with self-disgust for feeling that way – your instincts make you hate yourself for being okay with sharing, your love for them both makes you hate yourself for being such an animal. 

She knocks softly on the door. 

“Yukio, I’m back. I brought a surprise for you,” she tells your shared mate as she opens the door. You hesitantly enter after her, and Yukio’s mouth falls open. “Easy,” she warns, but you’re not sure who she’s warning until she continues: “Y/N’s medicine isn’t working. She needs our help. Your help especially. Are you up for that?” 

Yukio nods as Ellie opens up the black chest where you all keep your collection of toys. She reveals the muzzle, and a growl rumbles in your throat. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you quickly say. 

“I’ll do it,” Yukio offers, getting up from the bed. Sure, you’ve seen her naked before, but never dripping slick down her thighs and radiating pure need. She takes the muzzle from Ellie, meeting your eyes with a sad smile as she approaches you. She caresses your face first. You shudder, torn between closing your eyes and enjoying the sensation of your omega touching you and keeping them open to look at her pretty face. You’re painfully hard. 

The muzzle is more of a leather cage, so thankfully you’ll still be able to smell and maybe even taste certain things, as a finger can fit through the holes. Yukio gently presses it to your face, and you secure the straps. 

“I almost don’t even want this,” she says softly. “Putting this on you like you’re some sort of reactive dog feels wrong.”

“I’d feel worse if I bit you,” you disagree. “It’s okay. It’s kind of comforting, considering- I’m so close to losing it, I-” You don’t know what to say next, thoughts are escaping you one by one as you look into your omega’s eyes. You feel like one or both of you is gonna die if you don’t get started soon. She nods in understanding, stepping back before reclining on the bed. 

“Do you need help with the condom?” Ellie asks, extending the box to you. You take one out, but it looks a little smaller than you remember. Well, they’re supposed to be stretchy. 

You hurriedly take off your pants and underwear. Both of their breaths hitch. You unwrap the condom before attempting to roll it on. It’s uncomfortably tight, but it’s whatever, her safety comes first. Once you get closer to your base, it tears. 

“Uh, shit, sorry, it’s been a while,” you apologize, noticing their wide-eyed stares. 

“And I wear mediums,” Ellie reminds you. “Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen it, I forgot you’d need a bigger size.”

“It’s okay,” Yukio says quickly. 

“No, it’s not,” Ellie reminds her. “You may be on birth control, but it’s safer if we double up.”

“It’s safer right now for Y/N to be inside me. Look at her, she’s trying so hard, but it’s not gonna last forever. If you’re that worried about it, go get some in the right size while we…” Yukio trails off, a smile growing on her face. “Yeah.”

“Totally not gonna let that bruise my ego,” Ellie remarks. “Fine. Just- Be careful, you two, alright?”

“Always,” you breathe. You don’t know how much more of this you can take, Yukio’s propped wide open for the taking. You’re surprised Ellie isn’t already knot-deep in her right now. Her self-control is something you’ve always envied. 

Ellie nods in understanding. 

“C’mon,” Yukio encourages you. You join her on the bed. You want nothing more than to be decent, to cover her in kisses, to lick and nibble on her everywhere she’d let you, but… The muzzle. She sighs sympathetically. “Why don’t you lay down?”

Another growl from you makes her shiver, but you don’t smell any fear, only adoration and a touch of pity. 

“What, you don’t like the idea of knotting my mouth while Ellie fills me up from the other side?” she teases. Oh, oh, that could be good. So good. A trickle of precum dribbles out of you as you smell Ellie’s arousal. Yukio giggles. “That’s what I thought, alpha. You can lay down or maybe even sit up a little right there,” she instructs, and you obey – some might consider it a little odd, but following the whims of your omega isn’t too much of a deviation from your natural instincts. “And Ellie can stand at the foot of the bed. I’ll be bent over it.” 

Now that you’re all in your positions, you assess the situation. Ellie’s behind her, able to keep an eye on both of you. Yukio’s between you, already drooling a little at the sight of you. And you’re… Surprisingly okay, the scents of your mates seem to be soothing you into a more stable state. 

While Ellie undresses, Yukio licks a stripe up your member and you cry out. It’s been so long. You can’t even bring yourself to masturbate, your shame and self-hatred making it hard to maintain an erection. This is different, though. Their acceptance makes living with yourself a little easier. 

She continues to tease you with her tongue before taking you into her mouth. You can smell her wetness so strongly that if you close your eyes, you can almost believe you’re inside of it right now, which would be perfect if you weren’t having to dig your fingernails into your thighs to keep yourself from grabbing her ponytail and thrusting. 

She pulls off of you, lifting her head with a smile. 

“Good girl,” you sigh. “Is it too thick?”

She shakes her head. 

“No, I just forgot to mention that I don’t have a gag reflex,” she chirps. “You’re so sweet, but you’re already holding back enough for me just wearing that.”

“And, uh, just let me know when it’s okay for me to start,” Ellie awkwardly adds. 

“Go ahead, I’m… Just being here with you two is really calming me down,” you share, almost worried that saying it out loud will somehow reverse the effect they’re having on you. It’s never been like this before. Normally, another alpha being near your mate would make you angry enough to strongly consider murder as a viable option. Even the idea of Ellie being with her like this has stressed you out. Seeing it, though, being involved… It feels better. Not just better, but right. 

You watch with bated breath as Ellie eases in. Her shoulders sag with relief, her hands wrap around Yukio’s hips like they were made to be there. And it’s okay. It feels good, even… Maybe because a part of you knows that if you told Ellie to pull out, she would, and she’d understand. She’s still subservient to you on some level, as your lover. 

It’s then that you recall the evolutionary purpose of female alphas such as Ellie and yourself. You still have functional vaginas, so that if there were ever a shortage of omegas… You could breed. You pulse at the thought of being inside her, or her, you. 

“Sweetie, you’re drawing blood!” Yukio yelps, pushing your hand away from your thigh. 

“What’s wrong?” Ellie quickly asks. “I’m sorry, you were staring at me, but you didn’t look angry, so I thought we were doing good. Should I-?”

“No,” you snarl, cutting her off as she starts to back away from Yukio. “Stay right there. I just… We- My thoughts drifted.”

“Is this alright?” Yukio asks, just as concerned despite the need she’s surely having to ignore. 

You nod fervently. 

“I- You guys know I didn’t come here ‘til I was an adult, so I don’t know how comprehensive your sex ed was, but there’s something Ellie and I can do that not a lot of people like to talk about. I started thinking about it.”

“Oh,” Yukio squeaks, her eyes widening. “Oh,” she repeats, lower, with a grin. “I’d certainly like to see that.”

“I- I’m sorry,” you stammer, noticing Ellie’s apprehensive expression. “I’m sure you’d much rather be inside-”

“Wait, you want me to-? To-? You? That’s- That’s totally fine, I’ve just never had anyone or anything in me before. You’re pretty big, so I was more nervous about that, not that I’m against it or anything. I just know we’re having a lot of firsts here and I don’t want to take away attention from you or her.”

“I mean, you can smell it, can’t you? On both of us? We can all take turns being the center of attention. Speaking of, though, we’re not being very attentive to our dear omega. Is there more we need to talk about?”

“I think we’re good,” Ellie agrees, slowly moving her hips back and forth.

You tentatively hold on to Yukio’s ponytail while your other hand grasps the sheets. She bobs up and down your length, taking you both so perfectly. Her increasing moans match the increasing pace of Ellie’s thrusts. Your hips buck, and she groans hungrily, sucking harder. You decide to sync up with the two of them, and the three of you unravel in no time. Yukio takes deep breaths through her nose as your seed pumps down her throat. Ellie’s stays trapped in a condom, of course, but she’s locked inside of Yukio all the same. The latter reaches up underneath your shirt, massaging your breast. 

“Trying to make it go faster?” you tease. “Don’t tell me she hasn’t been feeding you. Is this all you get to eat when you’re in heat?”

Yukio attempts to speak around you, but it’s no use. 

“I make sure she eats, jerk,” Ellie huffs playfully. “She’s just taking advantage of the opportunity. You don’t really let either of us touch you, even when we’re making out.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I just- Ah!” Yukio starts moving her tongue. “I just- Fuck, worry so-ho much about ha-hurting you or going too far, fuck, Yukio, you’re… Perfect, don’t stop, please.”

“I didn’t realize how much she’d like this, every time you moan she squeezes around me,” Ellie informs you, looking a bit winded herself. 

Yukio gently scrapes her teeth against you and you lose it all over again, including your balance this time. Ellie chuckles, before slipping out of Yukio and stepping over to you. She takes the muzzle off.

“El-”

“Someone’s gotta clean this up, and Yukio’s mouth is a little occupied. Wanna help me out?” 

It’s a flimsy excuse – once the condom is off, there won’t be a hint of Yukio on her. She slides her finger against her length before sliding it against your tongue. It tastes like honeysuckle nectar. She pulls the condom off, offering herself to you. If it was literally anyone else’s, you’d bite it off. 

“Never done this before,” you remind her as you prop yourself back up. “Might not be any good.”

“It’s you. That makes it good.”

You’re burning up, so you finally take off your shirt. She bites her lip before she lines herself up with your mouth as best as she can. It’s a little sideways, but at least that prevents it from going too far in too soon. You carefully take her into your mouth. She gives a pleasured sigh in response, stroking your hair and brushing it out of your face.

“That’s it. You like that?” she murmurs.

“Mhm,” you hum. She shudders, her hand tightening in your hair. You feel Yukio’s mouth leave you, but not longer after, you’re inside her once more. You find yourself clinging to Ellie as waves of pressure roll through you. You swallow around her and she chokes on air, holding onto you for dear life. 

“Hol-y fu-cking sh- I’m- That’s so…” Yukio moans, bouncing on you harder. 

“That’s it, baby, touch yourself,” Ellie encourages her, before pulling out of your mouth. 

“Did I-?”

“No, any more of that and I was gonna knot your mouth. Figured you wouldn’t be a fan of that. Besides, your omega needs you,” she clarifies. 

You turn to Yukio, who’s furiously stroking her clit with her eyes forced open and her mouth agape. 

“God, that was so fucking hot,” she whines. “My alphas, so good to each other, so good to me.”

“All for you,” you groan, she’s practically milking you with how tightly her insides embrace you. “Close your eyes, baby, focus on your own-”

She shakes her head. 

“I don’t wanna miss a thing. Needed you like this for so long,” she insists. She smells so good, like petrichor – a euphorically relaxing rainy day wafting through the air. She feels like- Like her, so beautiful and perfect. 

You flip her onto her back and start drilling into her in the blink of an eye, one hand tangled in the hair at the base of her head and the other gripping her hip as you force her to meet your thrusts sooner and sooner. You keep your mouth shut, focusing on that just as much as your other actions. “Oh, fuck, I- Holy fu- Ah, so hard, never- Sorry, fuck, I’m gonna-” her whole body tenses up, a high-pitched noise squeaking out of her like a muted scream. 

“Way to show me how it’s done,” Ellie remarks before giving you a playful smack on the ass. “Didn’t realize you liked it like that, Yukio.”

“Not sure I knew that either,” Yukio pants. “Holy… Wow.”

You beam with pride at your omega’s approval, jaw still clenched as tightly as you can manage. She reaches up, massaging it. 

“So good to me,” she repeats, her hand drifting to the curve between your neck and your shoulder. You’re ashamed as she feels the layers of scarring. Eventually, they’ll fade - they already have significantly, some are no more than marks on your skin. “All mine. I know it’d be hypocritical of me, but-”

“Yes,” you know what she’s asking and you answer without hesitation, leaning even closer to her. 

“Oh, Y/N, I don’t… I don’t want to take advantage of you like they did. Let’s wait until my heat’s over and do it then. Tomorrow, okay?”

Of course. It’s not a true rejection, but it hurts like one nonetheless. 

“I think I know of a way we can prove that she really wants it,” Ellie says, trailing a hand up your back. “Would you want me to bite you, too?”

You nod fervently. 

“At the same time,” you add. “One on each side.” 

“Okay,” Yukio agrees. Ellie gets behind you, leaning forward on your back and wrapping her arms around you. She smells amazing, too, like the sweet smoke of a campfire.  

That’s when it hits you. It’s not that she’s subservient to you – all of your alpha instincts are in overdrive. You want to be subservient to her. When you had her in your mouth, you wanted her like Yukio wasn’t even there, but she was, so it was even better. This is the only kind of relationship that can satisfy all of your urges, isn’t it?

Why didn’t you ever feel like this before? You’ve never had the urge to mate with another alpha… Then again, Ellie’s unique – she has the doe eyes, round cheeks, and petite physique more commonly associated with omegas, the balanced approach of a beta, and the strength and confidence of an alpha. She’s as perfect as Yukio, just in a different way. 

“You’re shaking,” she murmurs. 

“It’s you,” you whisper, scared to admit it. “I- I can’t explain it.”

“Do we need to stop?” she asks, clearly alarmed by your vague declaration. 

“No, I mean… My- I-”

“It’s what she said earlier, about you two doing what alphas do when there’s a shortage of omegas,” Yukio realizes. “With your mutation, you feel it anyways, don’t you? You need her.”

“I- I do, but it’s not like I don’t recognize that you’re here. I love you, and I’m so glad you are. It’s like it’s… Coexisting, even if it’s contradictory.”

Ellie hugs you tighter. 

“Then we better get to it, alpha,” she whispers before pressing kisses to your neck and finding her place. “Right there?”

“Oh, god, yes,” you find yourself begging. “Please.”

Yukio takes the spot you offered to her, and they both sink their teeth in. You gasp in pleasurable pain, hips twitching forward as Yukio flutters around you. 

They guide you out of her and onto your back.

“Wow,” Yukio says softly. They can feel you better now – your needs, your worries, everything. 

“Jeez, your knot’s still pretty full. Wait, Y/N, do you not…?” Ellie trails off, digging in the box for a new condom and rolling it on as quickly as possible. 

“What?” Yukio asks. “I just thought it was bigger, since, y’know…”

“There’s no way you can call her dick bigger than mine nicely. It’s a fact. It’s fine,” Ellie huffs. “Anyways, no, proportionally, it still hasn’t deflated as much as it should be if she’s emptying it regularly. Why haven’t you been?”

“I- I just can’t,” you confess. “I try, but… Please, don’t- I can’t-” If you cry right now, you might actually die of embarrassment. “I hate it so much sometimes, the way I feel.”

“Baby,” Yukio coos. 

“Don’t- You’re in heat, Yukio, I should be fawning over you, not-”

“We’re mates, Y/N,” she argues. “And since I go into heat regularly, it winds down a lot faster. It’s easier to keep a clear head. As your omega, I’m asking you to let us take care of you right now.”

“And as your alpha, I’m demanding it,” Ellie insists, her eyes burning into you. You relent, avoiding them and nodding. 

“That’s it,” Yukio hums. “Relax. It’ll hurt if you don’t.”

Ellie circles to the end of the bed while Yukio remains by your side. The former carefully pushes a finger inside you once the latter starts stroking your member. Oh, wow, that feels so- She curls the finger inside of you and you jolt. Both gasp. 

“Well, if you’re that sensitive, we’ll have this worked out in no time,” Ellie remarks. “You think you can take another finger?”

“Yes,” you agree breathlessly. She pulls her finger out of you, adding another. Your eyes shut tightly, sight is a sense that’s no longer necessary – in fact, it’s too much. “Ah, that’s… Oh.”

“Good?” Ellie offers, chuckling. You nod, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. It’s almost too good. Yukio’s hand tightens around you as she increases her pace. 

“F-f-f…” 

Ellie inserts another finger, preparing you for what’s to come. Is this how omegas feel? It’s spectacular, being so full of someone you love and need so much, knowing they feel the same way. You know you have to treat Ellie to this one day. 

“Ready?” she asks, clearly just as excited about this development. 

“Yeah,” you confirm. She pushes inside you and the dull pain of the pressure is nothing in comparison to the ecstasy of feeling her inside you. Yukio’s hand slows to a stop. “Move, you can move.”

“Goodness…” Yukio mumbles, like something’s in her mouth. You open your eyes to find one of Ellie’s fingers there. Ellie pulls away, cleaning the other two. 

“It’s like… Peaches, or nectarines…” Ellie murmurs. “Right?”

Yukio nods. 

“So good,” Ellie groans, her hips finally rocking. You can feel every inch of her. It’s bliss. The only thing that compares to this is being inside Yukio, whose smile widens as she feels your thoughts drift to her. She starts stroking you again. If what was happening before was bliss, this is indescribable. 

You can’t help the moans and whines being ripped from you as your eyes roll back. They’re downright pathetic, but they seem to fuel both women. 

“Yukio, I want- You’re not gonna feel left out if I…?”

“No, have your moment. I should be touching myself anyways, to get the rest of it out of my system. I get the feeling I won’t last long… My two alphas, gorgeous. I’m so lucky.”

Yukio’s hand leaves you as she leaves the bed, opting for the chair at your shared desk. You whimper, but her hand is quickly replaced by Ellie’s as she adjusts her position, hovering over you. 

“Can I go faster?” she pants. 

“Yeah,” you confirm. 

“Look at me,” she demands. You open your eyes to meet hers. There’s so much love in them. “My alpha,” she breathes. “So strong, taking me so well.”

“My alpha,” you echo. “Feels so good, don’t- Oh, don’t know how I lived without it.”

“I don’t know how I lived without this, either. All of this,” she replies. “How could I even breathe in this room without you here?”

She snarls, angry at her past self’s negligence, before she starts absolutely pounding you. You’re seeing stars in the best way, your hips still lifting to meet her thrusts as she jerks you off. Your hands, paralyzed by surprise, now find themselves clawing at her back hungrily. You get the urge again and redirect your focus to clenching your jaw shut. 

Ellie notices quickly, now bearing down on her elbow to bare herself to you. 

“Do it,” she says.

“But-”

“Do it,” her alpha voice comes out. Its effect ripples through you like nothing you’ve ever felt before: you feel protected, loved, euphoric, but it’s on a completely different level. You pull her impossibly closer, getting a mouthful of her and biting down hard as your pleasure peaks. It’s a good thing you did it, too. The sounds you’re making right now would likely alarm someone unaware of the situation and the last thing you need right now is for someone to bust down that door and rescue you from this. 

You pull away to catch your breath. 

“Good alpha,” she sighs, removing her hand from your member to caress your face. She slows down, but it’s clear she’s not done yet. Evidence of your orgasm is splattered across your chest and hers. She trails a finger up yours, grazing your nipple teasingly. You spasm, and she smirks, tasting you. 

“Can I just say…? That was super fucking hot,” Yukio comments, clearly pleasantly bemused.

“Come here,” you tell her. “I wanna taste you.”

“Oh, uh, our other alpha might not take too kindly to that. Looks like she’s enjoying having both of us as her willing slaves.”

“Please, Ellie,” you beg. “I want both of you inside me.”

“How can I say no to that?” she lifts her head to look at Yukio as she replies before cutting her eyes back over to you. “And how could I deny her your mouth when I know how good it feels?”

Yukio rejoins you on the bed, mounting your face. You explore her folds with your tongue as both girls rock their hips. There’s no word that better describes all this than perfect. Yours, Yukio’s, and Ellie’s moans fill the room as much as your scents do, swirling together in a blend that was meant to be. 

You find yourself clawing at Yukio’s back now. It’s just enough to satisfy your urge to mark her, and she knows it, praising you between whines and whimpers. 

Ellie finishes once more, and you follow. Yukio’s last, Ellie holds her up and keeps her from falling as she quakes. 

“I think… I think that was it,” Yukio pants. “I’m good. You two?”

Ellie nods, as do you. 

“Time for a cuddle pile, then!” she cheers. Each of them nestle in your side as yours and Ellie’s members retract. 

“That was…” you take a much-needed breath. “Perfect.”

“Agreed,” Ellie replies. 

“I’m sorry you were excluded for so long. I know it was mostly your idea, but we should’ve fought for you,” Yukio says. 

“It’s okay. I just hope I can figure out why my medicine stopped working,” you reply. “I mean, I can go off of whatever suppressant I end up trying next for your heats, if you want, but it completely stopped working.”

“Oh my god,” Ellie blurts in realization. “You just got that refill yesterday, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, how’d you-?”

“I keep track,” she cuts you off. “They’re placebos, Y/N. Your medicine still works.”

You sigh in relief. 

“I’ll give them a call later and see what can be done,” you decide. “For now, as Yukio said: cuddle pile.”

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 14 🦌

"The Apocalypse"

Content: ??? Idk this is kinda tame. Nothing whumpy happens. I suppose Stockholm syndrome and captivity, mayhaps. Oh also people die but that's whatever lolll.

3,200 words

Hey y'all, it's time for part 14! I meant to get this out like over a week ago now but I got distracted by drawing because I'm trying a new art style and am absolutely obsessed with it.

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As always, I apologize for my writing quality 😓

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     Severin's adaptation to werewolf life in a cult was difficult and surreal, to say the least. Not to mention scary. No one had yet realized he wasn't actually a part of the pack, though some have commented on his unfamiliar smell. The trio assured them he'd been here for a while now. Agnes and Anthony's rank was enough to keep them from prying any further.

     The good news was none of this speculation had gotten back to Ethel. If she heard of the suspicions and wanted to check it out for herself, Severin would be a goner. Surely she'd also figure out her two top dogs were behind it, too. That wouldn't be good for anyone.

     They've made it by for a week now, and news was starting to circulate around Severin's spacecraft…

-----

     “I'm here at the sight of the crash in the small town of Woodmar. An apparent UFO has wrecked in the middle of the woods. Authentic, or hoax? Let's find out.” A news reporter spoke. She and the cameraman inspected the wreckage while commentating.

     By now, it had run out of power, so none of the technology worked. While the craft might have been able to be explained away as an art project, the destruction it left in its wake didn't have the same level of excusability. As soon as this story got out, it was sure to gain traction all over the internet. It was the most definitive proof of extraterrestrial life the world had ever seen, and it was right here, up close and personal.

    Both the reporter and cameraman got noticeably more excited and scared as they inspected. It got harder and harder to pass off as anything other than the truth of what it was: a UFO. The two of them talked about how they wished it was a live broadcast instead of a pre-recording, they wanted the world to see this immediately!

     In the middle of the reporter's sentence, the microphone's signal was unexpectedly cut off, and the camera stopped working completely. The two inspected their devices, unaware of the creatures who stalked them from behind the trees.

     In an instant, both the reporter and the cameraman were shot dead.

     A pair of aliens emerged from behind the bushes, guns in hand as they approached the human corpses. They looked down on them in scorn before inspecting the ship.

     “Oh, of course." One of the aliens groaned, "You know who's ship this is? It's Severin's!”

     “I always knew he wasn't cut out for this." The other shook their head, "Should we tell The Council?”

     “No, of course not. We cannot let them know someone has already fumbled the mission, they will think poorly of us all. It's not good that the humans are already suspicious of our plans. We need them to be oblivious, at least for a little while longer.”

     “What do you suggest we do?”

     “There is not anything that we need to do. It wasn't a live broadcast. All we need to do is destroy the camera, and the evidence is gone. By the time the news station realizes the reporters they sent are missing, it'll be too late. We won't need to hide anymore.”

     “We’re already here, aren’t we? We’re already infiltrating. It’ll only take a few days now before we have control over this pathetic planet. By the time The Council arrives to survey, the human race will already be enslaved and ready to serve the Empire.”

     “I sure hope so.” they said, "So long as the fuck up doesn't fuck it up anymore than they already have..."

----

     Hunter let out a sigh as they awoke, groaning as they stretched their arms, bones cracking.

     “You sure slept in.” Fawn mumbled, already wide awake, sitting with their hands cupping their head, “Though maybe it’s 8 am and I’m the one up early. Who knows.”

     “Mm. You sound depressed.” Hunter mumbled, “It's day 40, you know? Hooray, give it up for day 40!” They cheered sarcastically.

     Fawn sighed and rubbed their face, “Oh, human life is so short. I can't believe I'm wasting away my precious days trapped here doing nothing! My precious, sweet young days! Why couldn't it have been when I'm older, at least then my glory days would've been behind me!”

     Hunter chuckled, though it was more sad, “Glory days are a myth. Don't worry about your youth. Some people peak early, others late, and some not at all. Some people die before their good days. Some never had a chance in the first place.”

     “Yeah, because people like you took it away from them.”

     “I know.” Hunter said, though it wasn't remorseful nor regretful. It was simply an admission, or acknowledgement. “I won't pretend to be a good person. I'm not. Though… I do wish I could've done things differently.”

     “What, you expect me to feel sympathy for you, or something?”

      “No, of course not. I'm not looking for pity, I don't want pity. I'm just stating how I feel. How you feel about that in return is up to you, I don't fucking care.”

     “Really? Because it sure sounds like you do.”

     Hunter sighed, “Look… this isn't easy for me to say, but I'll finally tell the truth for once. I like you, Fawn. Well, not romantically or anything like that, but I… I enjoy your company.”

     Fawn wasn't sure how to respond to that.

     “Jesus, I say something sentimental for once in my life and you look at me like I'm insane.”

     “Well…”

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m already insane.”

     “You’re a murderer.”

     “I know.”

     Neither spoke another word. 

     One of the members walked into view with two plates of food.

     “Oh, day 41, even better!” Hunter said. The member placed the plates on the floor, before introducing themself sheepishly.

     “Um… hi. My name is Severin. I'm… from space?” He said, awkwardly pointing upwards.

     “You're an alien?” Fawn questioned.

     “Shh, not so loud! I'm… not supposed to be here. I'm planning on leaving soon... with… two of my friends. They told me they wanted you to come with us.”

      “What, the two people who took us here in the first place? And now they’re making you do the risky job of getting us out? Yeah, friends that I’d definitely trust.”

     “You don’t understand- ugh- look, do you want out or not?”

     “Of course I do! Are you kidding me?”

     Severin unlocked the door, “Then follow me and stay quiet.”

     Fawn's eyes widened. Oh, this was happening fast. They quickly, yet cautiously with suspicion, stepped out of the cell. Hunter hopped to their feet to follow.

     “Can we leave this one here?” Fawn whispered. Hunter folded their arms, and Severin shook his head before hurriedly rushing both of them out.

     He snuck them up the stairs where Anthony and Agnes were waiting to help keep cover. The three acted like a shield, even though there wasn't anyone else around. Agnes and Anthony had managed to get them to leave the area due to their height on the hierarchy. They'd said Ethel wanted them for something. Once that was figured out a lie, it'd be over for them.

     Ethel will surely find out about all of this and won't be pleased in the slightest, but the twins made their decision to leave no matter the cost. Once a nice distance away, Agnes and Anthony took off their masks, heaving a sigh of relief.

     Agnes had long dark brown hair that looked choppy and uneven. Freckles lined her face, her eyes were tired and grey.

     Anthony had short light brown hair, that was a slight bit lengthy and very, very messy. Just like Agnes he too had freckles.

     “Oh, wow. You guys look… normal.” Fawn said.

     “Huh? Why?” Agnes questioned, “What did you think we looked like?”

     “I dunno, like werewolves, I guess.”

     “What do you mean ‘like werewolves’?”

     “I don’t know, like all hairy, or something.”

     “Is that racist?” Anthony asked.

     “I don’t know, you’re the werewolf, you tell me!”

     “Listen,” Agnes said, changing the subject, “We may be out, but we aren't safe, and we never will be. Anthony and I were Ethel's top members, when she realizes we're gone, she's gonna come and find us. Especially once she and the rest of the pack also notice the humans are missing, and we gave them false directions, and then the rest of the whole Apocalypse stuff…”

     “So… what do we do now?” Fawn asked.

     Anthony shrugged, “I dunno. Try to survive, I guess.”

     “We need some kind of plan.” Agnes said, “Ethel will find us, and she'll be angry.”

     “And the other invaders have to know I've messed up badly by now…” said Severin.

     Fawn clasped their hands together, “Welp, it sure sucks to be you guys. See ya!”

     Agnes scoffed and folded her arms, “Do you really think you're safe? You and your friend here are more screwed than we are.”

     “W- okay, first of all, they're not my friend, and secondly… I'm still leaving.” they said, and turned to leave, walking away.

     I didn't call it the Great Human Extinction for nothing.” Anthony yelled out to them.

     Fawn stopped and turned, “And why did you call it that?”

     "Why do you think?”

     “Well… considering I’ve seen werewolves, vampires, and now aliens, I’m gonna guess an overthrow of Earth?”

     “Pretty much, yeah.” Agnes confirmed, “Worst case scenario is you die. Best case scenario is you’ll no longer be human by the end of this. Or both. Both is highly likely.”

     “Well that’s great to hear.”

     “If you don’t end up dead or a non-human, you’ll be enslaved by my people.” Severin said.

     “You guys are the best at delivering good news.”

     “See? You're screwed, too. We're in this together.” Agnes said.

     “I didn't ask to be in this in the first place!”

     “Do you think anyone asked to be in this? No, we didn't. Our chances are stronger together, so you can either go and fend this off alone, or bare the storm with us.”

     “Ugh.” Fawn groaned, “Fine.” They said, folding their arms. Everyone looked to Hunter.

     “What about you?” Agnes asked.

     Hunter responded, “Bold of you to assume I have anything better going on in my life.”

     “Well then, we have a group at least.” Anthony said, “that's a start, right?”

      “Barely.” Agnes said, “Let's get out of these woods, first and foremost. We'll go from there.”

     And so, the group of five made their way through the forest. Anthony was anxiously trying to rip apart his mask, Agnes distracted herself by gazing up at the trees, and Severin jumped at every cracking branch. Hunter looked unbothered, and Fawn felt like they were running a marathon from how fast their heart was beating.

     As they walked, they could see a building up ahead through the trees. They could feel their heart flutter as they picked up their speed. Once their feet hit the concrete and they knew where they were, they took off without a second thought.

     They ran down the street as fast as their legs could carry them, running all the way up to an average, inconspicuous house. It was small and feeble, but by God, it was home.

     Fawn nearly burst the door down as they unlocked it with a hidden key. The first thing they did was collapse onto their couch, and began sobbing. They weren’t sure if it was out of relief, fear, sadness, or all of the above. Probably all of the above.

     Agnes, Anthony, and Severin followed them inside, while Hunter stood in the doorway. They rubbed their arm awkwardly as Fawn cried, feeling… strange. Guilty? Did they feel guilty? They felt intrusive just being in the doorway, so they turned around and sat in their front yard.

     After a minute, Fawn’s cries slowly dwindled until they were left sniffling. They felt like they could fall asleep right there as they were. They were exhausted in every sense of the word, and now for the first time in months, they felt they could truly, finally relax. They were home. On their couch. It felt like everything could be okay again…

     If it weren’t for the whole apocalypse thing.

     Fawn took in a deep breath, exhaling it in a mix of a sigh and a groan. They pushed themself up, sitting criss-crossed on the couch. They rubbed their eyes under their glasses, then just sat. Sat and stared at the dirty carpet of their living room floor.

     Nothing would ever be the same again, nor would it ever be how they’d hoped. All of their plans, their dreams, their entire life, it was gone. It didn’t matter if they were still trapped with Hunter at the cabin, or by the werewolves, or even if they were right here back home on their couch. It would all end up the same. Nothing mattered anymore. They wondered if it ever did.

     They stood up from the couch after what felt like hours, and walked up the creaky wooden stairs to their bedroom. Their heart skipped a beat as they turned the old knob. Everything was just as they left it before going out on their walk.

     They grabbed a spare pair of glasses they had, and they weren't prepared for how amazing it was to see without cracks. They sat on their bed and stared down at the old pair, running their thumb over the cracks. Their hands began to shake, and they tossed them away to the floor, landing in a pile of clothes. They reached for their medication on the bedside table and stared down at it.

     It would be so nice to not feel like they're dying all the time, but… They’ve already been forced to stop taking them all at once, and considering the whole apocalypse thing, they doubted they’d be able to refill their prescription. This bottle was all they had left, and it would be for the best to just deal with the anxiety- as awful as it may be. At least they weren’t someone who needed drugs in order to live…

     Their favorite old jacket was thrown over a wooden chair. They put it on, and it felt like the most comforting thing to exist. So warm and secure. They picked up a handheld mirror that laid on their desk and took a look at their reflection. They knew their hair had grown over the last few months, but seeing their actual face really put it in perspective. Their hair was down past their shoulders. They couldn’t recall the last time it was that long.

     Before going back downstairs, they grabbed a wooden baseball bat they had lying underneath their bed. Agnes and Anthony were being nosy as they innocently looked through Fawn’s things, but Fawn didn’t care. Severin looked fascinated by the alien-to-him objects, typing stuff down on his half-working tablet.

     Fawn left their house where they saw Hunter sitting criss-crossed in the grass, picking at the clovers and dandelions. They cautiously approached them, sitting down next to them with a bit of distance. Hunter glazed over to them with a side eye, keeping their attention on the ground.

     Fawn twiddled with their thumbs, and fidgeted with the loose threads of their jacket, unable to think of something to say. It was strange, what they had. They were a captive and a captor, a victim and a murderer, a fawn and a hunter. Yet now, they could almost feel like… friends. Fawn scrunched their face at the thought.

     Hunter was the one to break the silence, “Why are you still here?”

     “What do you mean? This is my yard.”

     “Oh. Yeah. That is true… I guess the better question is, why am I here, huh?”

     “Yeah, Hunter, why are you here?” Fawn said, “That’s not even your real name, either, is it?”

     “No, it’s not. Does it matter?”

     “If you wanna sit in my yard and rip up my grass then yes, it does. Tell me your real name or get out.”

     Hunter shrugged and got up.

     "Wait, you’re actually leaving?”

     “Hey, you gave me an either or and I took it. Have fun with your group of four, I'll finally fuck off.” They said, and began walking away down the street.

     “Ugh- wait.” Fawn said, getting up to follow them. Hunter didn't stop walking.

     “What, grow attached to me now?”

     “Fuck you.”

     “uh huh. I see."

     "Fuck you." Fawn said again, "The woods were my only escape, and now it’s the fucking apocalypse. No one has anywhere to go. This is it… why… why did you even take me in the first place?"

     "I... I was sadistic."

     "What would you know? You're not me."

      "That's not the reason. At least not the main one."

     “Earlier today, you told me you liked me. You… kept me because you were lonely.”

     “You say that with a lot of confidence.”

     “Well I’m right, ain’t I? You decided you liked me, so instead of killing me, you kept me. That’s what you did.”

     “Is it?”

     “Yes! You literally told me!”

     “Did I?”

     “Yes! Today!”

     “I don’t think I said that.”

     “UAGH!” Fawn groaned, “You’re fucking impossible! You’re infuriating!” They plopped down onto a curb, putting their head in their hands. Hunter leaned against a street sign.

     Fawn sighed, "... Back... when I was sick and you were taking- taking care of me. That was- it was the first time I've ever been cared for like that. Not even my own mother showed me that kind of kindness. I- I just can't deal with it.”

     For a moment Hunter’s face softened. Just a moment. “What, so I remind you of your shitty mom?”

     "No, you're like my shitty mother if my shitty mother was also a fucking creep who gave even just a single fuck about me."

     The two sat on the curb in silence as they stared out at the sunset over the skyline. The air was warm with a gentle cool breeze.

     "Ooohhh, I see. So I'm not like your mother, I'm like your mommy." Hunter teased, and Fawn turned an embarrassed shade of red, making Hunter chuckle. They sat down next to them.

     Fawn finally spoke, "Fuck. I think I have Stockholm syndrome."

     "Hey, at least you're self-aware. Spending 41 days trapped with me as an equal fucked ya up, didn't it?” They teased, nudging Fawn with their elbow.

     “You're not funny, or cute, or quirky.”

     “I ain't sayin’ I am. I'm an asshole who likes to torment people. I think you need to care a little less."

     "Does it even fucking matter anymore? It's the end of the world, Hunter!"

     “Yeah, so what better time is there to stop caring?”

     “We’re all going to die. You heard what Severin said. The aliens want to enslave us, the werewolves want to use us as some kind of godly sacrifice, and the vampires… what do they want? Our blood, and- oh, god, is Anaira okay?!”

     “Okay, look. Sure, maybe the world as we know it is ending. Sure, maybe we're all doomed by the narrative. But that doesn't mean we can't fight to the end, does it? I mean, you said it yourself, nothing matters anymore. So let's forget about trivial problems and fuck shit up. There are no more consequences.”

     “If there are no more consequences, then I should be able to strangle you right here, right now. Beat you with this bat."

     “I mean… yeah. You could try. You think once this whole thing really gets going that the police are gonna care? Or rather that they'll still exist at all. It's a time for anarchy, it's time to actually eat the rich. It's time to fuck around and find out. What's there left to lose? So, yeah, you can try to strangle me. The only person who'd be stopping you is me.”

Fawn stood up, and began walking away.

     “Where are you going?”

     “Well, it's the Apocalypse, ain't it? So let's get prepared.”

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✪— THE GIFT OF EVERGREEN —✪

PAIRING Shota Aizawa x gn!Reader

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SYNOPSIS Shota has never been one to celebrate holidays, no matter if they be major or minor. He’s found himself content with acknowledge an holiday and doing nothing more. However, he comes to find that mindset is quick to change. 

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AUTHORS NOTE I personally celebrate Yuletide, and this year is the first I openly am doing it with the knowledge of my family. I just finished making a select celebratory items earlier today and have been in the mood for quite some time to write again for my favorite fictional man, so what say we combine the two?

Yule (also called Jul, jól or joulu) is a festival historically observed by the Germanic peoples. Scholars have connected the original celebrations of Yule to the Wild Hunt, the god Odin, and the pagan Anglo-Saxon Mōdraniht ("Mothers' Night").

The aforementioned quote is taken from Wikipedia to define and describe the winter festival, Yule. Although recognized as an archaic term for Christmas, this holiday is still widely celebrated amongst select communities, namely neo-pagans, and takes place from approximately December 20th through January 1st. There is no set of rules, dos and don'ts or guidelines on how to celebrate this holiday, although common customs and traditions comprise burning a Yule log, having a feast, creating a wreath and otherwise. 

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Shota has seldom heard the term ‘yule’ or ‘yuletide’ come up during the winter months, though he still has heard of the celebration before. Passing students discussing the topic, civilians, the internet; where or whoever the source may have come from. He’d searched on the event once before, a quick search on Google defining it as an ‘archaic term for Christmas’ and, although that does the holiday tradition no justice, he chose to leave it at that.

He’s never really been one to ‘go all out’ and celebrate holidays, perhaps putting on a festive sweatshirt or hat, maybe placing an insignificant item of decor in his home, but it’s never gone further than that. Not to say he doesn’t acknowledge or celebrate them in his own way, though.

However, this lack of open celebration changed when he met you. 

Now you, oh- you. You crawled your way into his heart so quickly and suddenly it took him by surprise (a very welcome surprise, mind you), changing and altering so many aspects of his everyday life that he still discovers more to this day. Cleaning habits, opinions on select topics;  so many that it would take days to name all of them. 

But one he never expected was the celebration of the winter solstice, the day with the shortest period of daylight and longest night of the year, when the Sun is at its lowest daily maximum elevation in the sky: Yuletide. 

It took him till the winter months to see this new side of you. The one where you’d create a small wreath out of evergreen branches, twine, holly berries and anything else you’d deem necessary. The one where you’d prepare, make and burn a Yule log, spending so many hours of your days and nights perfecting it for the 12-day-long celebration. The one where you’d spend just a little bit longer outside, thanking the divine for the gift of the sun and its warmth and light. The one where you’d decorate your altar with symbols of the holiday: colored candles, evergreens, fruits, pine cones and more, honoring and thanking the divine for the gift. 

You’d do so much to celebrate this holiday, he soon came to realize. It meant so much to you.

And, naturally, he began to celebrate with you.

It started off with simply asking if you needed help with anything. If you require him to go out and buy any essential supplies, to bring you select plant cuttings or evergreen branches he found already broken off from their parent tree. He would watch over your shoulder, leaving against your back as you meticulously threaded the twine around the branches and interwoven holly stems into them. 

But then, things sped up. He’d leave specially thought out items onto your altar, giving thanks in his own way to the divine you looked to guidance for. He’d spend much more time out in the sun, in his mind, thanking the world for this gift. He’d looked forward to the holiday, discussing with you the plan for celebration this year.

He only realized how deep he was in when a student commented on the greenery that adorned his podium, the red candle on his desk and the scent of pine—not artificial—that enveloped the classroom.

He just shook his head, burying his face deep into his capture weapon as a small smile graced his face.

Oh, the wonders a person like you could do. The way you affected and affected parts of his life that even he was unaware of. 

Yuletide, a winter festival he once knew nothing of, was now the only part of the year he truly looked to with such unbridled joy and anticipation. A holiday he knows he’d never come to adore as much without your influence. A holiday he’s marked on his calendar, circled and highlighted and underlined in red just to make sure he doesn’t forget.

A holiday in which he loves.

[raspberrysunshinebby]

Two Choices

Chapter 10

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel (not rlly)

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally died they could be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: none in this chapter.

A/N: I finally finished it, imma be so fr and start another wip too cause I feel like it. I will finish this series though dw I’m so close to it.

Word Count: 3580

The Inn we’d stayed at was a bit run down, but nothing that bothered me much. I’d stayed at places like this before when Eris and I would sneak around, sometimes meeting up in cabins we’d both owned were difficult considering they technically weren’t ours but our families. Sometimes when we’d felt like Beron was onto us we’d find Inns slightly far away and meet there for whatever. The Inn we’d ended staying at was okay, i mean it wasn’t filled with rats or anything but it wasn’t top-tier. As long as there were no rats I didn’t mind, though.

The Inn didn’t have enough rooms for us all to have our own and we ended up rooming with one person each. I thought about rooming with Corbin but felt like that might be inappropriate, so I instead ended up rooming with Wren. I quite liked Wren, she was strongly opinionated and protective, all qualities I can respect.

When we walked in there were two beds (thank the mother) and a simple bathroom, the one that Wren immediately called. I couldn’t blame her as I couldn’t even imagine what it was like to fly around all day in a court you didn’t know trying to find places to stay and eat, especially in one so fucking hot. I quickly realized she went into there without any clothes, and I didn’t wanna be rude, but I really didn’t want to see her naked. I knocked on the door to ask her if it was okay for me to do it, once I earned her approval I snooped through her bags, grabbing pajamas she’d packed some toiletries and underclothes before passing it to her in the bath. I also quickly realized, I in fact, did not have any extra clothes or anything. I groaned before knocking on the bathroom again, “Hey does Fern have any extra clothes? Or like anything? I really dont wanna get back into these clothes after bathing.”

I think its pretty obvious why I didn’t ask Wren if she had any clothes, you know with all of her clothes having holes for her wings, “Ummmm,” Wren thought for a second, “probably not, just ask Blythe for some money cause Corbin probably needs some too.”

“K bet, I’ll be back in a bit.”

I left the room to head towards Blythes, who was rooming with Corbin thankfully. I was told he’d normally room with Auden in this type of situation but Blythe is still a little mad. I quickly banged on it before Corbin opened the door.

“Hey,” he said looking confused, “whats up?”

I pushed past him to get myself into the room before opening my mouth, “Do you need clothes and stuff? Cause I do.”

Corbin thought for a moment, “Yea I guess so, but I was just gonna borrow from Blythe and Auden.” 

“Yea well I can't really do that and I also don't wanna go alone so you're coming, and I need Blythe to give us money for it. Where is Blythe?” I asked.

“Over here.” I heard his deep voice in the corner of the room. I went toward him to see him sharpening a knife in a chair that sat in the corner of the room, “Blythe wanna come with us?” I asked, mainly just wanting to be polite but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy his company, because I had never been able to enjoy the comfortable silence I had with him, then with Corbin something about him made me extremely comfortable. Probably because he was the one to get me out of the Night Court and probably saved my life, if not my life than both my mental and physical wellbeing.

“Grab the bag of money in my bag,” Blythe said, carefully wrapping his knife back up and placing it in his pocket. He leaned down to fix his shoelaces as I jumped on one of the beds and went to his bag, while I was digging through it I tried to ignore everything else I found inside it but I quickly noticed a journal in it, I didn’t look into it, just noted it before I grabbed the bag of money and closed the bag. I leaped off the bed and walked over to Corbin, lifting the bag in my hand while shaking it around causing him to giggle a bit, Blythe followed closely behind as we left all together.

Thankfully it wasn’t too late so many shops were still open, well it wasn’t too late here in the Day Court. The day was longer than the night here, around three hours shorter which left more places open for longer, thankfully for us. We entered a shop that had some traveling clothes sitting in the front of it, Corbin went straight to the clothes sitting on the male side, clearly excited to get clothes that are only his and I went toward the female section and searched through different pants and shirts, I didn’t care too much for looks as it wasn’t my money that was being spent and I just wanted something comfortable and able to put up with weather that we’d come across. As I looked and felt a presence behind me, one I quickly realized was Blythe, I turned to acknowledge him before continuing to look. 

“You should go for that red one, since you're from Autumn Court it should look good on you,” Blythe said.

I scoffed, “Red looks amazing on me, thank you.” I took a good look at the red one he’d pointed out to me, it was a white lace top under it with a dark red corset and red jacket, black pants and I could just wear the boots I already had with it. “The top looks kind of flimsy though. “ I said, examining it.

“Yeah, but it’ll be good for the warmer courts.” I nodded in agreement to that, “Get a few anyway, different climates and stuff, plus wearing the same clothes everyday sucks.” He said, as he looked at a few outfits for me as well.

I grabbed the one he’d pointed out and continued looking. I felt weird getting multiple and spending his money but he was right. Plus I was paying him to get me to the Winter Court. 

My stomach began to feel weird, like anxiety creeping up at me, before my stomach completely turned and my heart began to pound. I gripped onto Blythe to steady myself from the sudden feeling which almost knocked me off my feet. I did my best to steady my breathing as Blythe gripped onto me himself. I'm not sure how Corbin was alerted but he ended up rushing toward me as well. I heard them asking me if I was okay, I tried to respond but I couldn’t and then I finally understood what was happening, I could feel a tug on the bond and then I could smell him.

That fucker was here, probably looking for me. I gripped my shirt with my free handover my heart before looking at Corbin, “He’s here,” I couldn’t bring myself to say Azriel’s name. I heard Blythe say ‘shit’ before pushing me into the back of the store.

“Look at me,” Blythe told me, I looked him in the eyes, “is your side of the bond on?” He asked me, I shook my head no.

“Okay good.” Then he reached for his knife and cut open his hand, which made me want to vomit. He grabbed my neck and covered it with his blood. I allowed him to do it without any protest, mainly because I was doing my best to not ball my eyes out and vomit all over the floor of this poor shop.

Blythe tucked up into a corner as he continued bleeding over my neck while Corbin peaked over some racks to watch the window. Blythe used his non bleeding hand to hold onto my own shaking one, he used his thumb to rub over it while trying to calm me. Corbin ducked from his spot, I could only assume Azriel stood in front of the store, fuck I hoped his shadows wouldn’t find me. Corbin peeked up once more and let out a breath, signaling that Azriel had walked away.

We sat there until I could no longer smell or feel him, it took about ten minutes before it was completely gone and I allowed myself to let go of Blythe's hand, which I now realized I was crutching onto so hard it looked red, and cower myself into a ball. I didn’t hear exactly what was said, only Blythe telling Corbin to go buy the things I picked out and his things and to go buy pajamas for me as well before grabbing me to put me on his back and leaving the store. 

I basically just spaced out the whole way, physically I was there but I mentally wasn’t. All I could remember from that night was Wren helping me bathe to get the blood off me and Corbin coming with pajamas. When I opened my eyes I layed in the bed in the hotel room. Instead of it only being me and Wren I sat up and saw Blythe laying on the floor, Corbin laying with him on the floor. I reached my hand to my neck to touch it, well more wipe it, I wanted to see if the blood was still there. I knew they had bathed me but part of me still wanted to check.

I'm not sure why I was surprised when my hand came back clean. Part of me expected that blood would be fresh on my neck and covering my clothes when I woke up. I don't know, maybe my brain just wasn't working properly at the moment. 

I got up from the bed as carefully as I could to not wake anyone up. I noticed how I stumbled a bit like my body had grown weaker but I ignored it and pushed through to go into the bathroom. I quietly closed the door before allowing myself to fully breath, I looked in the mirror and saw myself as well, when I looked at myself I was shocked. My eyes were sunken, my face was gaunt, my skin paler than snow and my body skinnier than it's ever been. The part that shocked me the most was the black nightgown I wore, one that reminded me of the night court.

There was no way Corbin would buy me a black nightgown, especially not one so night court. Not when he knew what the night court had done to me and his friends. I stumbled to the door, my body feeling weaker than it's already had, when I put my hand on the door knob I smelt one thing. Blood. I smelt blood.

Panic surged through my body as I opened the door knob, I rushed out of the bathroom almost tripping into the mainroom to make sure the three were okay. “Guys!” I yelled out, not receiving a response.

I saw three bodies lining the floor, the floor covered in blood. I wanted to scream and cry but instead I began hyperventilating, I couldn’t think, I couldn't move. I felt tears falling down my face and my body weaken. I wanted to fall and cry my eyes out but I needed to know the rest were okay, I needed to know Auden, Fern and Oliver were okay, that whatever went through here didn’t take them too. I began to back up, my hands and body shaking before I turned, mother I wish I never turned.

Azriel’s face looked loomed over by shadow, and he stood there bloody, a knife in his hand and his wings sparted out. I choked out a sob and tried to find words, any words, but none came out. Instead I could do nothing but sob.

I looked down at the floor, I realized my dress had changed, a black gown similar to the one I wore in the Court of Nightmares except puffer and baggier, it covered every crevice of my body, every inch of it hidden away. It was obvious who picked it out. I couldn’t move, not my feet, not my arms, nothing. 

I felt Azriel’s hand reach to grip the back of my neck and pull me into him as I sobbed, I could hear him making those “shh” noises you make to toddlers when they cry to comfort them, somehow it didn’t comfort me, it only made me cry harder.

“You killed them, you fucking killed them.” I sobbed into his chest, not that I had much of a choice to sob anywhere else. “You slaughtered them, you fucking monster.”

He gripped my hair to make me look up to him, his face was still loomed over, not clear, “They took you, I know they took you. Cause you’d never leave me, right? You’d never leave me right, my pretty mate?” I sobbed harder hearing this, I felt my body give out and if he wasn’t holding me I knew I’d fall onto the ground.

I could feel myself hyperventilating, I couldn't breath and I could barely see from the tears in my eyes. I was pushed onto a bed and when my eyes cleared enough I realized I sat on Azriel’s bed, in Azriel’s room. I looked over to the fire and saw something burning, something red, I looked closer and realized it was multiple things. I gained enough strength to pick myself up and walk toward the fire, my dress felt lighter than the one I wore just a few moments ago. I noticed I now wore a lacy, short nightgown. One that was sheer everywhere except my breasts and the area where my lower body was. 

I wrapped my arms around myself and walked to the fire place, I looked at it cautiously before taking note as to what was burning.

I saw articles of clothing, books, accessories and other items all burning inside it, all items were of Autumn Court, all articles were mine. I realized they were all things I’d broughten from the Autumn Court when I moved, all things I’d given to Leilani and her family. I rushed myself toward the fire in some stupid attempt to stop it, even though I wasn’t sure how. I found myself sitting in front of the fire, watching all my things burn.

Tears continued to fall out of my eyes as I reached my hand toward it, slipping my hand into the fire. I tried my best to grab my things, nothing going through my mind but the need to have something so precious toward me back, almost a child-like thought. I could hear Azriel screaming behind me. It sounded like he was begging me to stop but I couldn’t hear it very well as the sound of the flame spreading to everywhere on my body filled my ears. I could hear Azriel’s voice come closer and I thought of attempting to grab me, but at this point I’d been too far in the flames, my body began to melt under it and I could feel my flesh burning. I’d heard stories of how bad it is to burn to death, how painful it was, how you feel utter terror and how you not only die from the fire, but from suffocation. I couldn’t believe how ironic it was that a girl from the Autumn Court would die like this, it almost being unheard of for someone in the Autumn Court to die by fire. 

I ignored Azriel’s voice until I couldn’t anymore, and the only reason I couldn’t was because it wasn’t his voice, it was Eris’. I heard Eris’ voice screaming my name, yelling for someone to help me, yelling for a healer as I could feel myself suffocate, the suffocation only got worse now that Eris’ was here, now that he had to see me like this. I moved my hand out of the fire and turned my body to where I heard Eris’ voice. I wished I could see him pass the flames but I couldn’t. Instead all my body could do was collapse onto the ground as my body shriveled up into a burnt mess.

Waking up in the bed of the Inn we’d stayed at was unreal, I felt tears streaming down my face and myself hyperventilating. I pushed myself out of bed and checked the ground, noticing Blythe and Corbin weren’t there like in what I could now assume was a dream. I rushed myself toward the second bed in the room where Wren slept, I didn’t want to wake her and only stood over her to watcher her chest rise up and down from her breathing which ended up helping me calm down some, but the pit in my stomach and my rushing mind didn’t go away, I had stopped crying though.

I rushed myself out of the room and brought myself to the first room where Auden, Oliver and Fern slept. I peered in and saw Auden snoring on a couch in the room. Oliver slept soundly and I could see Fern drooling onto her pillow. I left the room, closing the door carefullying before moving toward the room where Corbin and Blythe slept. I only had to step a few feet before I was at the door and doing my best to quietly open the door.

I peeked my head into the dark room to see if I could see them breathing but their room was much darker than the other one had been causing me to need to step into the room to clear my racing mind and tell it they were all okay. Walking into the room I was painfully aware of my bare feet but pushed through the cold floor to reach them. Corbin's bed was closer to me so I checked his first. Not wanting to wake him I only paid close attention to his chest and watched his chest go up and down. I stayed there for a minute just watching him breathe, something about it calmed me a little bit and then I finally moved on to the last person. 

Blythes bed was tucked into the corner of the cozy room and the walk felt so long there, something about the length of it and trying to keep quiet made my heart race. After a few seconds I made it over to his side of the bed where because of how he was positioned I could not see or hear him breathing, which scared the shit out of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. I did something probably stupid. I reached my hand over to his wrist that sat out of the sheets on top of him, I needed to find his pulse to make sure he was okay. I wasn’t sure exactly where it was but I knew it’d be there. I braced myself to touch his wrist, but before I could he grabbed mine and gripped onto it hard, probably assuming I was someone trying to kill him.

I yelped when he gripped onto it, I quickly moved my hand over my mouth and turned to look at Corbin hoping that I didn’t wake him up. Once I saw that he only stirred in his sleep I looked back over to Blythe who looked nothing but confused, “What are you doing?” He asked me, a mix of a question and concern in his voice, his grip on my wrist lightened.

I swallowed, “I just- I wanted to make sure everyone was okay. I’m sorry.” I felt like I looked like a child, looking down at my feet like I’d just broken a window with a ball and was fessing up. 

Blythe let go of my wrist and patted the bed to invite me to sit, I followed suit and sat down. “Why did you need to check?” He asked, ”What’s wrong?”

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down at the floor like a child.I played with my fingers as I heard Blythe sigh before he rested one arm around my shoulder. He ruffled my hair a bit before getting up and heading toward the bathroom and quickly coming back with a glass of water, he handed the glass to me before reaching into his bag to grab something that looked like an oil. He walked over to me with it in his hand, “Lay down, just for a second.” He said, I followed, a little confused.

I realized it wasn’t an oil but more of a lotion sort, he rubbed the lotion around my shoulders and added some under my nose, “Oliver sometimes has a hard time sleeping and this is what we like to use on him, sometimes it works on the others too.” He told me, his voice sounding softer. I realized how tense I actually was as my muscles lighten up, once he was down I sat up again, my eyelids felt heavy and I leaned on Blythe’s body. “Just go to bed, okay? We’ll all be here in the morning.” Blythe told me, I nodded to him and moved under his sheets. I felt him tuck me into the bed before moving Corbin’s body over, I heard Corbin groan before Blythe moved into his bed and I’d already passed out.