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avatar-anna · 9 months

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Bruises

"I feel so...hollow," you said, your voice breaking on the last word. "But—But like my feelings are so heavy they could drown me at the same time. I don't—I don't know when it started, but I can't remember how to be happy without waiting to be punished for it later."

Tears were tracking stains down your cheeks like small rivers, leaking out of your eyes faster than you could stop them. Not that you tried to, anyway, even that seemed exhausting. One thing you could do was avoid Harry's gaze. You felt it like a severe burn as he practically begged you to look at him, but you just couldn't. Not while you were so vulnerable. You felt stripped bare, even more so than the number of times the two of you had been intimate.

"Y/n—"

"Don't," you said, nearly leaping out of your skin when he rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him then, saw the pain in his eyes at your rejection of his touch. But you couldn't handle it. Your soul felt raw as you said things you never thought you would out loud. "Please don't, I can't—"

Harry seemed to understand as he nodded and took a step back, but the concerned furrow of his brow remained, his fingers curling awkwardly at his sides. He'd always been the type to communicate through touch—a squeeze on the shoulder, a tip of your chin, a gentle nose nudge on your cheek, a hand never far away from your person. You knew that he craved touch to comfort people, and yet he stayed put. For that you were thankful, and it helped you find your words again.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," you said, almost too quietly for anything but your thoughts to hear. "I—I don't know why I'm feeling like this, or how I got here, I—I just feel like I'm stuck in this emptiness."

Saying all of that made you want to run and hide. Harry didn't need to know all this, how wrecked you really were inside. No one did. He was just someone who happened to be around when you were at your worst. Normally you were able to keep a lid on your darkest thoughts, but he'd come over when you were in the thick of it, and you couldn't exactly hide how you felt when you were crying uncontrollably for virtually no reason other than it was a Tuesday afternoon and life suddenly felt like one big chore.

Maybe it was the holiday, seeing everyone so happy, hearing songs about falling in love and kissing under mistletoes and commercials that said, "The perfect gift for that someone special!" Being surrounded by so much cheer only left you feeling more hollowed out, more lost than you'd ever thought you'd become.

"Y/n, why—why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Like what?" you laughed bitterly. "That I cry at the drop of a hat and can't handle light teasing from my friends? That I haven't felt right for weeks and getting out of bed feels like a chore? We—That's not who we are to each other. I—I have no one."

The words clanged around, grasping onto your heartstrings and convincing you it was true. You had friends and family, but when the darkness reared its ugly head, you always felt hopelessly and inescapably alone. Words deserted you when you needed them most, leaving you to smile and pinch your skin, trying your best not to cry in line at the grocery store or while sitting at your desk at work. It was all too much, too much to handle, and yet you didn't want anyone else but you to share that load, the weight of your inexplicable despair.

"Do you honestly think that?" Harry asked. You couldn't even dignify him with an answer. It had been humiliating to say it once, let alone look him in the eye and say it again. So you just shrugged and wiped your cheek. "You're my friend, Y/n, and I care about you. I'm sorry if I haven't done enough to make you know that."

"It's not just you, H," you sniffled, feeling bad for making Harry uncomfortable. It wasn't his job to make you feel better. Your problems were yours to bear alone. They always had been. "I don't—I don't know how to do this."

"Do what, love?"

Despite the discomfort of having shared so much, Harry's gentle voice felt like a warm blanket over your shoulders. It made you finally look up to meet his eye. You were surprised to see so much emotion held in them, but you didn't shy away from it like you thought you would. It helped fill that hollow ache a little, made you feel a little less alone.

"I don't know how to deal with this any other way," you said, trying to explain. "I don't...I hate sharing this stuff with people. It makes my skin crawl."

Your body felt heavy, your soul weary, as if no amount of shed tears or leaning on shoulders would ever ebb the emptiness that was taking over you. But you didn't want the pity. You didn't want anyone to worry or look at you differently because of how sensitive you tended to be sometimes. To deal with the myriad of moods that swung on a pendulum day to day, sometimes moment to moment. The pressure of feeling like you should reach out and ask for help was almost worse than the emptiness and despair.

"This is a good start," Harry said, inching just a tiny bit closer. "I just don't want you to think you can't talk to me. You can, Y/n, and I'll listen, or give you space, or help you find professional help, or do whatever it takes to make you smile. Just let me be here for you."

The notion didn't sit well with you at first. It wasn't how you dealt with things, though clearly your methods weren't working. That didn't make letting Harry in any less scary, or any easier. But Harry was still here. You'd broken down, shared just how broken you really were, and he was still here, asking to be someone for you to confide in.

Harry had been your friend for a long time. You ran in the same circles and saw each other often enough that you'd consider him to be someone you were close to. It wasn't until your arrangement that you got to know him more. You'd never had a friends with benefits situation before, but you never imagined it to be so easy. Rules had been sketched out, boundaries were made and kept, and things between you just seemed to work. Even when you didn't see each other for a week or two at a time, there was no awkwardness.

There was no jealousy at parties or possessiveness; you were exclusive, but okay with the idea of ending things should either of you meet someone you wanted to explore a relationship with. You and Harry just clicked—two friends who happened to sleep with each other, companions who could hold conversations about their jobs amicably, yet knew every inch of each other's bodies intimately. And now Harry was offering something more, something different.

Nodding, you said, "Thank you."

Harry gave you a small grin, then tentatively reached a hand out to wipe away a stray tear. You let him, not feeling like a startled animal anymore. You knew part of you should've felt embarrassed that Harry had caught you in such a state, that you'd let him see how broken and hurting you were on the inside, and maybe a small part of you did, but you mostly just felt like a weight had lifted off your chest.

"Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of tea?" he asked, leading you over to your kitchen counter as if it was his home, not yours.

You let him, content to watch him move around your kitchen as if it was his own. He'd been over to your place enough times to know his way around and know how you took your tea.

Sitting in silence, you watched as Harry took a mug that looked like a gingerbread man and one that had a textured, cable-knit sweater design from your cabinet and fixed up two cups of tea. His shoulders flexed beneath his loose shirt, dark brown curls curving every which way at the nape of his neck. The familiarity of this moment was comforting after such an emotionally taxing and foreign afternoon. Harry was here as often as your busy schedules would allow, or you were at his place, neither of you concerned with how much time you spent together.

Though today you hadn't expecting to see him, hence the emotional breakdown. You didn't really plan those kinds of things, but you'd been feeling more down than usual and had been seeing Harry less and less recently as a result. Every text about a next meet-up, whether that was to get lunch or have sex or anything in between, had been rebuffed quickly and kindly. Today he'd shown up out of the blue.

"H?"

"Yeah?" he said, his back still to you.

"Why did you come over today? Y—You didn't text like you normally do."

Harry looked over his shoulder briefly, a small smile playing at his lips. "We hadn't seen each other in a while," he said breezily. "Which is fine, I know we're both busy, but I just had this distinct feeling you were avoiding me."

"I'm sorry," you said, finding it easier to say it when his back was to you. "I don't mean to do that."

"I know," Harry said, that same gentle and easy tone in his voice. "I've always known you're squirrelly about feelings."

You huffed at his choice of words, trying to focus on his humor rather than the fact that he seemed to know you better than you thought he did. You appreciated that he didn't state the obvious, which was that you went way past "squirrelly." The last hour had been emotionally taxing, and you appreciated that Harry offered you a modicum of normalcy.

"Thank you for checking up on me," you said. "You're a good friend, H."

Perhaps better than I deserve, was what you didn't say, because you knew he would scold you for even thinking it.

"Well, my visit wasn't totally innocent," Harry teased as he finally came over with two steaming mugs of tea, yours done just right. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, but didn't say anything more than that.

Raising your brows, you said, "Ah. You couldn't find anyone to watch Hallmark Christmas movies with you, could you?"

Harry chuckled into his mug, taking the excuse you both knew was a lie and ran with it. "Yeah, that's exactly it. I knew you'd understand."

"I wouldn't say to no a cheesy Christmas movie."

"Promise me you'll tell me when you're feeling like this again," Harry said a while later.

You could tell Harry was trying to hide his eagerness to pull you into your room and fire up your TV. His eyes scanned over you briefly, as if he was trying to assess where you were at mentally. It would be hard to see that stare, to know Harry had seen you at your lowest and would constantly be gauging if you were on the verge of another breakdown. But the thought didn't irritate you the way you thought it would. You were surprised to feel a little relieved that you weren't the only one taking care of you, at least for the time being.

You were huddled under a mountain of blankets together. Twinkly lights in your bedroom casting a warm light over you both. You'd meant to put them up earlier in the month, but hadn't made yourself get around to it, the small task falling to the wayside the same way a lot of your everyday chores did. Harry took one look at the forgotten box of lights and got to work, even going as far as putting a looped video of a roaring fireplace in his phone and setting it up next to your television. It was a little silly, and a tad over the top, but you appreciated it all the same, the lengths he was going to ease the ache in your chest as best he could.

He was practically on top of you now, but unlike the events of today, that was something you were used to. Harry liked to sprawl out, specifically with you underneath him—leg over your waist, arm tucked across you to keep you close, face buried in your neck or chin resting on top of your head. He insisted on draping himself over you like a blanket, even before you started sleeping together.

"I don't want to bother you—"

"Bother me, Y/n," Harry said, his voice gravelly as he gently turned your face to meet his gaze. "I'm not doing my job as your friend if I'm only with you when things are easy or—or good. You're not alone, okay? As long as I'm in your life, I'm in it. Good and bad."

"I'll try."

You tried to blink back tears, a little surprised you had any left to shed. Your face was undeniably puffy and a little dry, and you were tired in a different way than you had been the last few weeks. But these were different tears from earlier. A different emotion took over you as you nodded.

That seemed to satisfy Harry. He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes against it, allowing yourself to believe everything he'd said to you today.

You weren't magically fixed, that crushing weight was still waiting for you like a monster under your bed, but you weren't alone. Harry had turned the lights on, showing you that perhaps there was no shame in letting someone see the worst parts of you. Because he was still there, promising to hold your hand and help you until you felt whole again.

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kayesfanfics · 6 months

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Being in Love With Rogue (Unrequited) (Fem! Reader)

A/N: Sorry yall but she’s my girlfriend, I fought Magneto and Gambit and won and now I kiss her every night

Warnings: Unrequited love, ANGST

Oh, it was so obvious to everyone in the Mansion how much you looked up to and adored the feisty southern Belle. She was absolutely beautiful, so strong and independent, never took any shit from anyone, and very headstrong and opinionated, what was there not to like about her? She was perfect, except…she was with Gambit, her soulmate. You couldn’t help but hate the swamp rat, wanting to be in his place so badly. Everyone could sense your feelings about the two of them, everyone except for Rogue herself. When you saw them kiss, you had the leave the room because of the anger boiling in you, and the sharp sting to your heart knowing he could touch her but you’d never be able to

Luckily almost everyone in the Mansion knew exactly what it was like seeing the one you were in love with love somebody else. Well, except Jean and Scott, but everyone else. Morph would sometimes make jokes about it, Wolverine would tell him to shut up and leave you be, Storm would rest a hand on your shoulder in silent comfort, Beast would say some intelligent quote you didn’t quite care about. You’d never fully quite come out to the team as sapphic, but it was painfully obvious and they accepted you without question. Jubilee and Roberto would often ask why you never told her your feelings for her before she had gotten with Gambit, but you never could answer them. Maybe you were too shy, too afraid of what she’d say, you didn’t know. But you knew she wouldn’t truly want to be with you if she couldn’t touch you, no matter how badly you wanted her

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll get over her soon enough.” Wolverine would say

“Maybe Gambit will turn her gay soon, who knows! He has awful guy habits.” Morph would quip

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring ourselves.” Beast would quote

“Perhaps you should talk to her, get some of it off of your chest.” Storm would agree

None of it helped, you couldn’t bring yourself to make her love life more complicated after all that Magneto and Gambit drama she had dealt with a few months ago. You didn’t need her to know, you didn’t see any point in it, nothing would change for you. You’d excuse yourself from your friends and go to your room to wallow, still feeling hopelessly heartbroken after watching Gambit dip and kiss her in the middle of the basketball court

Gambit was fully aware you had a crush on his girlfriend. He wasn’t upset about it, he knew exactly how you felt, but you refused to talk to him about it or let him help you in any way. You were bitter and jealous of him, even if he was nothing but chill and nice to you. He did make an effort not to flaunt his relationship too much in your face, but he couldn’t help it if Rogue wanted a kiss from him while you happened to be there, it’s not like he’s deny her and you understood that

One day during a mission, things went south and Rogue got hurt badly. You couldn’t stop yourself from running to her to help, only to be beat by Gambit rushing over to help his girlfriend. You forced yourself to refocus back on the attacking Sentinels, feeling your feelings finally boil over and you raged against the robots, blasting them to bits and punching them far after they were down. You finally stopped when your knuckles bled profusely and tears overflowed your eyes, making you sob into your hands in a pile of broken machinery. You heard Morph and Jean trying to get your attention and ask you what was wrong, but you had been bottling up your feelings for so long you couldn’t hold them back anymore

“Y/N? What’s wrong, sugah?”

You looked behind you to see Rogue standing with some of the others, concern warping her face as she held her injured arm. You stared at her pretty face for a moment before quickly wiping your face and standing up, feeling like an immature child in front of them all. You whispered a quick “nothing” before attempting to leave, only to be stopped by Rogue grabbing your shoulder

“Y/N, we used ta be best friends! You can tell me! I don’t know what changed, but I want ta help ya!” She pleased with you, the other X-Men taking the hint and shuffling over to another area to let the two of you talk. Gambit made eye contact with you and gave you a nod, before joining the others out of earshot

“R-Rogue, I…I can’t tell you!” You cried out, dissolving into tears yet again right in front of her

“Of course ya can! You could tell me ya loved my boyfriend and I’d still listen!” She sat down with you in the rubble of the fight, tucking some of your messy hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the comment, knowing she was very close to being correct

“That’s uh…sorta the problem.” You finally admitted, looking down at your lap on shame. “Except…cept it’s not him I love…”

Rogue stared at you in confusion for a moment, before everything clicked in her head. Oh. That explains why you distanced yourself from her, stopped sharing everything with her, stopped coming to her when you needed someone, didn’t want to be friends with her anymore…

“Oh, Y/N.” She sighed, raising a hand to hold your chin to make you look at her. “Honey, I had no idea. I just thought…I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry. If I had known I wouldn’t’a been so…I’m so sorry!” She tugged you into a hug, her own eyes tearing up

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just…I didn’t want to complicate things for you even more. I didn’t want to be a burden on you.” You shyly hugged back, your first hug in what felt like forever. You buried your face in her fluffy hair, breathing in her scent and holding onto her tightly

“You could never be a burden on me, sweetie! I should’ve seen it, now that you say that it was so obvious! I didn’t mean to ignore you or make you feel like I didn’t care about ya! I do! I love ya! Just…not in the way ya want me to.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to! I shouldn’t have been such a baby and just told you, woulda saved me a lot of heartache. Storm was right about that.”

“Aw man, did everybody know but me?” She laughed, pulling away and wiping her eyes of tears

“Kind of.” You giggled, wiping your own tears and smiling up at her

After that mission, your friendship was mended and you went back to telling her everything and going to her if you needed her. She was more mindful of PDA around you and didn’t talk to you about Remy unless you were okay with it (you were especially okay with it when they were fighting and he did some stupid shit). Your other friends were glad to see the two of you finally talking and being the duo you had always been, but you still drank with Wolverine and cried about her to him, who wasn’t fully paying attention to you and probably thinking of a certain red head he loved…

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 months

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Like the slumber that creeps to me

My first fic for @painlandweek has been posted! You can either read the first few scenes below or find the whole thing here on AO3.

Prompt: Sickfic

Length: 13.5K words

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Summary: While on a case, Charles falls victim to a cursed necklace that causes everyone who touches it to sicken and die. While his friends frantically search for a way to break the curse, a weakening Charles has plenty of time to think about his feelings for his best mate.

Excerpt:

“I fear that I will never understand the living,” Edwin says as they climb the seven flights of stairs to their office on the top floor. He hasn’t groused about not being able to mirror travel with Crystal tagging along once, which tells Charles how off-kilter tonight’s case left him. “They hear about Hell, renowned for being the worst place in existence, and they think, ‘perhaps I should create something just like that and keep it in my pantry.’ Honestly.”

“I don’t think you can blame that on the sorcerer being living,” Crystal says acidly. She doesn’t sound even a little out of breath; she’s acclimating to this climb. “You can blame it on him being a toxic douchebag who wanted to punish his enemies so badly he couldn’t wait for Hell to do it.”

“And now he’s a toxic douchebag stuck in a pocket dimension of his own making, isn’t he?” Charles probably should feel a little bad about trapping the sorcerer in the fire and brimstone hellscape in his pantry, but the way he sees it, he was an evil cunt who had it coming. Russell Mathers had been a surprisingly powerful, if self-taught, sorcerer and he’d used all that power to enact revenge on his enemies. Except, he’d had a very loose definition of what made an enemy: his victims ranged from an academic rival to a colleague that had spurned his advances to the twelve-year-old neighbor boy that trod on his lawn one too many times.

It had been the twelve year old’s spirit who had brought them the case, sobbing in their office about having escaped from the fires of Hell. Edwin’s hands shook for the rest of the day and for that alone, Charles couldn’t feel too bad for closing the door to the pocket dimension in Mathers’s smug fucking face.

“Anyway, it’s done with.” Charles pushes the memories of the raging inferno of hellfire inside the dimension away. He’s been trying real hard not to “keep things bottled up,” like Crystal accused him of doing, since Port Townsend, but this is one thing he thinks he can bottle up for now. “Sorcerer can’t hurt anyone anymore, his victims are avenged, and your wards should stop anyone else from wandering in, Edwin. Case closed.”

“Job officially jobbed,” Crystal and Edwin say at the same time, then look at each other suspiciously. Charles grins down at them. It’s adorable how surprised they both are by the fact that they’re friends now.

“And now I think we’ve earned a break, yeah?” Charles pushes open the door of the office and finds the Night Nurse standing there, standing with her arms folded over her chest and a narrow-eyed look like she’s just caught them out past curfew.

“Evening, Charlie,” Charles says brightly, just to see her eye twitch. Look, he’s mostly forgiven her for cornering him and Edwin in Port Townsend and accidentally getting Edwin sent to Hell, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think he’s earned the right to needle her a bit.

“You’re finally back. I was starting to think you were out… gallivanting.” She says “gallivanting” in the same tone she might accuse them of attending a drug-fueled orgy.

“Oh yeah, loads of gallivanting.” Charles props his elbow on Edwin’s shoulder. “Right, Edwin? We gallivanted right into a sorcerer’s house, where we saved the latest girl he’d tossed into a pocket dimension full of hellfire.”

“And kicked him in for good measure,” Crystal adds.

Charles nods. “It was a real good time. You should have been there, Charlie.”

“You would have loved the pocket dimension.” Crystal smiles in a way that suggests she would have dropkicked the Night Nurse in herself, given half the chance. Charles and Edwin may have mostly forgiven the Night Nurse for Port Townsend, but Crystal never will. She doesn’t take people fucking with Charles or Edwin kindly. Charles finds himself smiling at her dopily and has to turn away. He catches Edwin shooting Crystal a fond look and finds himself smiling dopily at his best mate instead, which isn’t any better.

“Well, now that you’re back, there’s another case,” the Night Nurse says huffily. “And she’s been waiting for hours.”

“Already?” Charles was about to suggest a night of playing Cluedo and not thinking about any fire and brimstone pocket dimensions. “We just got back.”

She glares at him. “Death waits for no one, young man. If you wanted leisure, you should have moved on to your tranquil afterlife.”

Charles grins at her. “And miss your smiling face? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Edwin steps forward with an exasperated sigh, though Charles isn’t sure which of them his exasperation is aimed at. “Who is the client?”

***

Miss Paula Morris appears to be somewhere between forty and fifty, with a cloud of long, silvery blond hair, horn-rimmed glasses, and dangling earrings shaped like goldfish. She doesn’t appear to be a madwoman, but that seems to be the only explanation for the story she’s telling them.

“So, your beau knew the necklace was cursed when he gave it to you?” Edwin stares at her across the desk, pen poised over his notebook. The living—or in her case, the very recently living—continue to confound him. “And you accepted the gift? Willingly?”

“Oh, yes.” Miss Morris smiles a little sadly. “Raymond knew how much I like spooky stuff. He was always doing thoughtful things like that.”

“Spooky stuff,” Edwin echoes.

“Oh, the usual things. Tarot decks, Ouija boards, cursed dolls.”

He suppresses a shudder. “And so he gave you a necklace that purportedly causes everyone who touches it to sicken and die within three days.”

“He said he found it on Ebay.”

Edwin turns to Crystal helplessly.

“It’s like an online auction house.” She pats him on the shoulder. “I’ll show you later.”

“Raymond didn’t think it would actually make me sick,” Miss Morris says. “Just like my cursed dolls didn’t actually put me in an eternal sleep.”

Edwin shudders again.

“So Raymond gave you the cursed necklace.” Charles leans forward, wearing that winning smile of his. “What happened next?”

Miss Morris’s smile dims. “The next day, he called me and said he felt like he was coming down with something. I felt fine until I was coming home from my book club that night and I started feeling faint. It just felt like the flu. I was tired, a little dizzy, and I had a fever. I couldn’t stop sleeping. Every time I talked to Raymond, he sounded terrible, and then he stopped taking my calls. Yesterday morning, I fell asleep and when I woke up last night, I was dead.”

Edwin gives her a moment to collect himself, cognizant of Charles and Crystal’s lectures on bedside manner. “And Raymond?” he asks after what he feels is a sensitive amount of time, at least ten seconds.

She sniffles. “Oh, he died right around the time I fell asleep. His daughter is the one who found my body when she came to tell me this morning. Otherwise, I don’t know how long I would have laid there.”

“And you’re sure it was the necklace?” Crystal asks.

“I don’t know what else it could have been. Raymond and I were both perfectly healthy up until the day after our date. Three days later, we were both dead.”

“Did he say anything about the seller?” Edwin asks quickly, because he can see Miss Morris is getting emotional.

She shakes her head. “Just that the necklace came from America.”

“Thank you.” Edwin jots that down in his notebook. “We typically do not carry out revenge missions and even if we did, the person who sold Raymond the necklace is most likely beyond revenge. If this necklace’s magic is as potent as you say, it’s safe to assume that they’re already dead.”

“What Edwin means to say.” Charles props himself on the desk, all easy charm. “Is what can we do to help you move on?”

Miss Morris smiles at him, because people are always smiling at Charles. “The necklace is still in my house and my sister and niece will be coming up tomorrow to go through my things. I don’t want them to find it and touch it. It’s a beautiful emerald necklace and green is their favorite color.. I’m afraid that if one of them finds it and takes it home…”

“That they’ll become victims of the curse too,” Crystal says when she trails off. “So you want us to break into your house and get the necklace?”

“Yes, please.” Miss Morris reaches up to toy with one of her earrings. “Allison and Maeve are my only family. I’ve already lost Raymond. I don’t want anything to happen to them.”

Edwin closes his notebook and exchanges looks with Charles and Crystal. It seems like a straightforward case, just the thing after the ugly business with Russell Mathers and his pocket dimension. The sorcerer was just the latest in a line of harrowing cases and Edwin knows his partners are starting to feel the strain. If all they have to do for Miss Morris is break into her home and steal a necklace before tomorrow, this should be a simple affair.

Charles nods and Edwin turns back to Miss Morris. “We’ll be happy to take your case, Miss Morris. But now, the matter of your payment.”

***

“Dear lord.” Edwin stares around Paula Morris’s house with the expression of someone who’s found himself back in the depths of Hell.

“Come on, mate.” Charles nudges him in the shoulder. “It’s not that bad.”

“It is that bad. How on earth are we supposed to find anything here? No wonder she can’t remember exactly where she left it. Amelia Earhardt’s lost plane is probably hidden somewhere among this rubbish.”

Paula Morris’s house seems like exactly the type of place that would belong to someone who’d fancy a cursed necklace as a gift from her boyfriend. It’s covered from wall to wall in stuff: old-timey portraits hanging on the walls, knick-knacks cluttering every surface, too much mismatched furniture for the small space. Charles kind of loves it, but he can see how it would overwhelm Edwin.

There’s a knock on the door behind them. “Are you going to let me in, or should I stand on a dead lady’s porch all night until the neighbors come over to see what I’m doing?”

“Sorry, Crystal.” Charles turns to let her in with an apologetic smile.

She looks around with a raised eyebrow. “Holy shit.”

“I know.” Edwin sighs. “It’s dreadful.”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of cute. Definitely fits Paula’s witchy vibe.”

“Should we expect to find a giant snake in the basement?” Edwin asks acidly, pressing on before anyone can answer. “We only have a few hours until Miss Morris’s relatives arrive, so we should start our hunt. Crystal, you take the kitchen and the powder room. Charles, you the living room and office. I’ll take the master bed and bath.”

Charles frowns. “You think it’s a good idea to split up? Splitting up on the last case almost got Crystal dragged into a pocket dimension.”

“I do not believe we have to worry about any pocket dimensions this time, Charles. The woman handled a cursed necklace on purpose. A magical mastermind she is not.”

“You know most people don’t really believe in curses, right?” Crystal says. “It’s the same reason little girls play Bloody Mary at sleepovers. They don’t actually expect a knife-wielding ghost to pop out of the mirror.”

“They should,” Edwin says. “Charles and I encountered Bloody Mary herself on a case in 1993. A very unpleasant woman.”

Charles shrugs. “She wasn’t that bad.”

“You only say that because she told you that you had a lovely smile before she tried to stab you.”

“I do have a pretty nice smile, don’t I?” Charles grins at him.

Edwin turns a bit pink around the ears. “She certainly thought so,” he says and turns on his heel, striding down the hall towards the bedroom.

Charles instantly feels awful. In the months since Port Townsend, he keeps finding himself saying shit like that without thinking. He doesn’t mean to tease Edwin or play with his feelings. But he can’t stop himself from testing the waters, seeing if Edwin still feels the way he did back then. They haven’t said a word about Edwin’s confession on the steps of Hell since they returned to London. It would almost seem like a hallucination his terrified mind conjured, if not for the fact that every detail still plays in vivid color in his head every time he has five minutes to himself to think.

He doesn’t want to hurt Edwin. He’d rather cut off his own hand than ever make Edwin doubt he’s the center of Charles’s universe. So Charles doesn’t know why he can’t stop trying to see if he can make Edwin blush.

“Guess we’re splitting up.” Crystal gives Charles a look that’s a bit too knowing, then picks something off the kitchen table.

“Don’t pick up any necklaces,” Charles tells her as he heads towards the master bedroom.

“Thanks, Charles, I was definitely going to pick up every cursed necklace I find. How else would I want to spend my weekend, except dying slowly of a magical illness?”

Charles doesn’t know why he surrounds himself with so many adorable, brilliant smartasses. He goes into the living room to poke around a bit. He doesn’t see any necklaces, though he does find a half dozen half-drunk mugs of tea, several lost earrings in between the couch cushions, and a crystal ball that he slips into his backpack to give to Crystal for her birthday because she’ll hate it. He’s checking under the couch when he hears a sound he’s been constantly listening for since Port Townsend: Edwin’s terrified scream.

Charles phases through the wall in an instant, cricket bat already drawn and ready to go. But he doesn’t find a giant snake, a demon ready to drag Edwin to Hell, or even a mad sorcerer with a penchant for pocket dimensions. Instead, he finds Edwin standing in front of an open closet, grip on the door white-knuckled and eyes enormous. On the top shelf of the closet, there’s a row of glassy-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby dolls.

“Bloody hell, mate.” Charles puts his hand over his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Apologies.” Edwin swallows hard as he steps back from the closet. “They just startled me. I’m being silly.”

“Nothing silly about it.” Charles looks at Edwin’s frozen expression, far too close to the one he wore while watching a demon made of baby dolls tear his body apart, then turns to the row of dolls. With a single swing of his cricket bat, he knocks the baby dolls over, sending them shattering to the hardwood floor. Bits of porcelain scatter everywhere and a single blue eye stares accusingly up at Charles. He crushes it under the heel of his boot.

“That was unnecessary,” Edwin says peevishly as Crystal comes skidding into the room.

“Are you both okay?” Crystal asks.

Edwin heaves a sigh. “We’re fine. Charles was feeling… dramatic.” But there’s a soft curve to his lips as he ducks his head and Charles feels his own lips curling into a smile in response. “You do realize one of those dolls was allegedly cursed, don’t you, Charles?”

Charles shrugs. “What are the chances Paula got her hands on two genuinely cursed objects?”

“I hope you’re right, because if we find ourselves haunted by a cursed baby doll, you and I will have words.” With one last glance at the heap of broken dolls, Edwin turns away.

Charles hesitates, not wanting to leave Edwin again, not so soon after hearing him scream. There may not have been any real danger, but there could have been. Looking around, he catches a glint of something green in the bathroom.

“Hold on.” Charles ducks into the loo and sure enough, there’s the necklace that Paula described, a gold chain with a pear-shaped emerald pendant, haloed by tiny diamonds. It sits on the counter next to the toothbrush holder, probably removed right before Paula went to bed the night she went out for a nice dinner with her boyfriend for the last time. “Found it!”

“Excellent work, Charles.” Edwin follows him into the bathroom, looking pleased, and Charles can’t help but feel the usual warm glow he gets whenever his friend tells him he’s done well.

“It was right out on the counter,” Charles says. “Not much detective work required, was it?”

“Still very well-spotted.” Edwin holds out a hand and Charles reaches into his bag to produce a magnifying glass. Edwin bends to examine the necklace closer. After a moment, he says, “I see no runes or other obvious signs of a curse, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. We can perform a closer examination back at the office.”

“Aces.” Charles reaches for the necklace.

Edwin grabs Charles’s wrist, his grip tight enough that Charles can almost feel warmth, like he’s a living boy with a living hand touching him. “Careful.”

Charles blinks down at Edwin’s elegant fingers, unsure why the sight of them gripping his wrist makes him feel strangely off-kilter. “What? This is what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

“That necklace has killed at least two people that we know of. Until we know more about this curse, caution is in order.”

“Right.” Charles looks up at him, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Mate, I’ve got some bad news for you. You might want to sit down.”

Edwin rolls his eyes at the ceiling, like he knows what’s coming. “Charles—”

“See, I’ve been dead since 1989. You were there, remember?”

“It rings a bell,” Edwin says, clearly trying his hardest to look annoyed.

“And I know it might be a shock to learn your best mate of thirty-five years is a ghost—”

“Are you quite finished?”

Behind Edwin, Crystal snorts.

Edwin turns to glare at her. “Do not encourage him, Crystal, I beg you.”

“I hope we can still be friends.” Charles can’t quite suppress a giggle. Then Crystal starts to laugh and Charles can’t help it; he starts too.

“You are both insufferable,” Edwin tells them gravely. “Can we please get on with the case?”

“Got it, mate.” Charles snatches up the necklace. At Edwin’s incredulous look, he shrugs. “Should I have asked it nicely to get into my bag?”

“I was going to suggest using a towel.”

Oh, right. Charles hadn’t thought of that. He drops the necklace into his bag and flexes his hand. “I’m wearing gloves, aren’t I? Everything’s aces, mate.”

Edwin sighs. “Crystal, please remind me to discuss Charles’s impetuous behavior once we’ve seen Miss Morris off to her afterlife.”

“You say we need to discuss that at least once a week,” Crystal says. “Twice so far this week.”

“And this time, I mean it.” Edwin looks around the bathroom with an imperious air, probably judging the smears of toothpaste in the sink and the mismatched towels. “Now, let us please exit this den of chaos. I shudder to think what else is in here.”

***

“You really do need to be more careful, Charles.”

“Can’t lecture me during boxing lessons, mate. If you’re distracted, that means you get two lessons this week.”

“That was not part of the agreement.”

“I’m the teacher, aren’t I? Think it’s the agreement if I say it is.”

Edwin huffs. It’s just before dawn, Crystal is back at her flat with Niko, the Night Nurse is off doing whatever she does when she’s not assigning them new cases, and he and Charles have a rare moment of peace. A rare moment of peace that Charles has insisted on sullying with boxing lessons, of all things. After Port Townsend, Edwin reluctantly agreed to one boxing lesson per week. He doesn’t think knowing how to throw a punch would have helped him against Esther Finch, the Cat King, or a demon from Hell, but it seems to make Charles feel better.

“You should know by now that, ghost or not, curses are not something that we trifle with.” Edwin throws a punch, which Charles easily blocks. “Do we really need a repeat of the Case of the Cursed Mirror?”

“That curse targeted ghosts specifically, didn’t it? I’m not going to get the flu from a necklace.”

“And you know that for sure, do you? Researched the origins of this curse thoroughly?”

He throws another punch and the next thing he knows, Charles has grabbed his arm, spun him around, and has Edwin’s back pressed against his chest, grip firm but gentle on Edwin’s wrist, which is pinned between them.

“That’s the third right hook you’ve thrown in a row.” Charles’s voice is low in his ear, sending a shiver up his spine. “What have I said about being predictable?”

Edwin is having trouble remembering any conversation they’ve ever had. Charles’s hip is pressed against his backside and it’s absurdly distracting.

“Being predictable gives your opponent a chance to plan their next move. You don’t want that. That’s how you end up in trouble.”

Edwin swallows. “And then you come along with your bat and get me out of trouble.”

“And what if I’m not there?”

“You will be.”

With a sound that’s half-laugh, half-sigh, Charles releases him, letting Edwin turn to face him. “Wish you had enough faith in me when it comes to cursed necklaces as when it comes to fighting.”

Edwin rubs his wrist, even though it doesn’t hurt a bit. Even if he were a human whose wrists could be bruised or broken, Charles would never be so careless with him. “And I wish you cared about your own safety half as much as you care about mine.”

“Not possible.” Charles’s eyes go soft. “I’d never get anything done, would I? I’d be too busy worrying.”

Edwin’s nonexistent breath seems to stutter in his chest. He doesn’t know what on earth he’s supposed to say to that. But before he can think of a reply, Charles steps back, stumbling over nothing and grimacing as he rights himself.

“Charles?” Edwin reaches out, ready to steady him if necessary. “Are you quite alright?”

“I’m fine, mate.” Charles flashes him one of those brilliant grins of his. “Just lost my balance.”

“If you’re not feeling well—”

“Oh, no, you’re not getting out of this so easy.” Charles raises his fists. “Try and hit me again. And if you throw another right hook, I’m tying that hand behind your back.”

***

“Charles, I think this is around where our client died, don’t you? It matches his description. The bend in the path, the pond, the bench.” A pause. “Charles?”

Charles blinks. “Yeah, mate?”

“Doesn’t this seem to be the place where our client died?” Edwin gestures to the park around them.

Charles looks down at the ground, half-expecting to see a chalk outline on the ground. But there wouldn’t be; their latest client is a middle-aged man who died of a heart attack during his morning jog, not a murder victim. There wouldn’t be a case at all, except that some prat stole the dead man’s watch, an heirloom inherited from his grandfather that he wants to pass onto his son, off his corpse.

“Seems like it,” Charles says when he realizes that Edwin’s waiting for an answer. “He mentioned the pond, yeah? And the ducks.”

Edwin pivots to face him, hands on his hips. “What on earth is going on with you today, Charles?”

“Me? Nothing at all. Just tired, is all.”

“Ghosts do not get tired.”

“We’ve worked ten cases in five days, Edwin. I was just hoping for a break after we found Paula’s necklace last night, wasn’t I?” Charles scrubs a hand over his face. His mind is filled with a kind of fog. It reminds him of the nights he would sneak out to go to concerts with his friends and still have to go to school the next morning, doing his best not to fall asleep during history class.

Edwin sniffs. “This is certainly a case that I can work on my own, if you’re not up to it.”

“Not going to leave you alone, mate. What if we’re dealing with a watch-stealing monster? Like that Fae we caught robbing houses in South Kensington?”

“I hardly think we’re going to run into another Fae with a penchant for stealing electronics.”

“I’m fine, mate.” Charles rolls his eyes up at the sky. “Let’s have a look around, yeah? Got to be at least one or two ghosts lurking around. Maybe one of them will have seen something.”

They do find a ghost, an old lady still sitting on the park bench where she died, probably around the same time as Edwin from the looks of her. She seems more interested in complaining about all the riff-raff in the park than answering any of their questions. Given the suspicious looks she gives Charles’s earring, he thinks she might consider him part of the riff-raff, so he lets Edwin take the lead.

It’s a beautiful day, late enough in the autumn that it’s bound to be one of the last beautiful days London gets for a while. Everyone seems to be out enjoying it; couples sit together on park benches, kids dart around the playground, a group of uni students are involved in a spirited, if amateur, game of rugby, joggers and dog walkers make their way along the path that encircles the pond.

As Charles watches, a little boy dashes away from the playground, shrieking and laughing. His father lumbers after him, growling with his arms stretched out like a monster’s. A year ago, Charles would have squelched the sadness he feels at the sight. Now, he lets himself feel all the grief, anger, and disappointment that he never got to play like that with his own dad, because he had never once felt secure in the knowledge that his dad wouldn’t hurt him when he caught him.

The little boy’s father catches him, scooping him up into his arms, and the boy’s delighted scream seems to pierce right through Charles’s brain. Charles winces. All of a sudden, all the noise of the park, which had been a pleasant background hum, seems too loud. Kids laughing, parents calling out to their children, ducks quacking, the good-natured shouting of the uni students, music blaring from the speakers of a passing car. It’s all too much, like a physical pressure squeezing Charles’s head.

“Charles?”

Charles turns to find Edwin standing there, brow pinched in concern. The old woman has gone back to scolding passing children who can’t hear or see her.

“Charles, are you alright?” Edwin asks.

“Yeah, mate.” Charles grins at him. Should the sun be that bright? It like he can almost feel the heat beating down on his shoulders. He hasn’t felt the sun on his skin in decades.

Edwin’s eyes look startlingly green in the sunlight. They’re really nice eyes. Charles thinks he might tell him that, but everything is so loud around them and he’s not sure if the words come out. Edwin’s mouth is moving, that furrow in his brow deepening. Dark spots are starting to dance across Charles’s vision, but that’s alright, because he can still see Edwin’s eyes.

“I’m aces,” Charles tells Edwin, because he looks worried, right before the ground seems to shift under him and he’s falling, falling, falling…

***

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Punishment For A Party Animal

18+ ONLY

MINORS DO NOT READ

NSFW

~Reader is female~

MC and the brothers get a little too crazy at a party, and Lucifer gets jealous. Time for your punishment!

TW: Rough sex, smacking, spanking, choking, slut shaming/ name calling.

Today is Diavolo's birthday, so of course Barbatos would throw a mind-blowing party for the young master to let loose for him and his closest friends. Bottles on top of bottles of demonus fill the tables, and Barb even snagged a bunch of human world alcohol just for you.

About 2 hours into the party and everyone is plastered. You've been drinking your favorite alcoholic drink the whole night, you can barely see straight and you're slurring your words. " Oi! Human! Come dance with me!" Mammon had a few too many as well. He stumbles his way to the dance floor with you. Lucifer and Diavolo are sipping their drinks, chit chatting away when Lucifer looks to his right. He notices you standing on a table top, shaking your ass to the music.

You were having a good ol' time! You love to dance, especially when you're drunk. Mammon and Asmo are cheering you on and decide to hop on the table with you. Asmo gives you a smack on the butt as you're twerking away on the table. All the other brothers are laughing along and dancing around the table. You hop off the table and hit the dance floor with Mammon, and Mammon, being the drunk mess that he is, is dancing behind you, practically grinding on you. You're unaware of how close he is just because you are just THAT drunk. Belphie is dancing in front of you, one arm on your shoulder and his other hand holding a bottle of demonus. You're laughing with the brothers having the most fun you've had in a long time.

Diavolo sees you dancing and laughs. " I'm glad she's able to have fun in Devildom, aren't you Lucifer?" Lucifer has his eyes glued on you, ears getting hot with anger. Seeing his drunk brothers all over you is infuriating him. How could you be so oblivious to his brothers practically drooling over you? His pride never allowed him to admit his true feelings towards you, but he wants to give you a piece of his mind. He wishes he could touch you, grind on you, dance and be sloppy with you, but his pride simply won't allow it.

He turns to Diavolo and gives him a hollow smile " Yes, she is having fun. Isn't she?" Lucifer's pride also isn't allowing him to do much, which angers him even more. He wishes he could let loose like his brothers and you. His anger builds as he pours another cup of demonus and watches with jealous eyes.

The night dies down and its time to go back to the HOL. You're helping Mammon walk home with one of his arms around your shoulders, but you can barely walk straight yourself. You and the brothers are obnoxiously loud, laughing the whole way home. Lucifer is walking behind you all, and trips a little bit once in a while without anyone knowing. He's just as hammered as the rest of you, but he's silent with rage and doesn't say a word the whole way home.

You all make it to the front door and in to the main hall. " Levi, help Mammon to his room. I am walking MC to her room." Mammon whines " awwww come on! I want MC to bring me to my room, not some fucking nerd!" Lucifer ignores Mammons slurred protest and grabs your arm and guides you to your room.

You feel his fingers grip on to your arm and it's actually starting to hurt. " Did you have fun at the party Luciiiii?" You say as you trip over your own feet. Lucifer looks down at you and looks straight ahead once again. " You had more fun than me, clearly." You give him a puzzled look. " wha...? You didn't have fun?" You ask. As he walks, he slightly bumps into the wall due to him not being able to walk a straight line himself, and you let out a laugh. " You liar! You DID have fun! Just look at you, cant even walk straight!" The empty hallways get filled with your drunken laughter. Unfortunately for you, you didn't realize you accidentally hurt his pride a little bit by making fun of him. God be with you because this punishment is going to be rough.

You're so plastered you didn't even realize you walked past your room, and you've now entered his bedroom. " What're we doing in here Luci?" You say turning to him. He closes the door behind him and locks it. He grabs you by your throat and slams you against the wall. He places his lips in front of yours, not kissing you but speaking against your lips. " The audacity my human has. Do you think you could go whoring around in front of everyone? Using my pride against me?" You struggle to breathe, you grab on to his wrists as you fight for air. Your eyes get teary while looking in to his lustful gaze. He lets go of your neck and you fall to your knees on the floor, panties start to flood with your slick. You can't help but be turned on by being man handled. He knows you like being treated like a ragdoll, he knows exactly what fires you up and breaks you down.

You grab a fistful of your hair and makes you stand up on your feet. " You want to act like a whore?" With his hand still gripping on to your hair, he walks you over and throws you on his bed. " Well, you're going to be punished like a whore."

He makes you lay face down ass up and pulls your skirt off your body and throws it across the room. With one hand, he rips your dripping wet panties off your body. He pulls your head up by grabbing your hair again and shoves your panties in to your mouth. " You fucking slut, just taste how wet you've gotten already." He shoves your panties deeper in to your mouth. " You like when I hurt you, don't you?". He takes his hand out of your mouth and cocks his arm back and plants a forceful smack across your ass, making you moan through the panties in your mouth.

While on your stomach, he literally tears your shirt and bra off your torso and strips himself of his clothes. He rubs both of his hands on your ass cheeks in a circular motion. " Mmmmm, what a delicious ass you have." You takes his ungloved hand and gives your ass another ear piercing spank, causing you to let out another whimpery moan. "Looks even better painted red.", he growls. He continues to spank your ass until it's bruised a pretty purple, watching your slick drip down your thighs. Your legs tremble from the pleasureable pain inflicted on your ass, and you pussy is begging for more.

He throws you around to where you're on your back and shoves your legs on his shoulders. He begins lapping at your folds with his tongue, sucking up all the slick producing from you. You grip the sheets and bite down on the panties that are in your mouth, gifting him dozens of muffled moans. He pops his head up and smacks you across the face. " You're not allowed to cum yet, keep quiet." You try your best to remain silent, but you feel pressure rising in your heat. Your try to squirm to bring some sort of relief, but he then pins your hips down in the bed to prevent any movement.

You can't take it anymore, your legs tighten and you grip the sheets harder, squirting in his face. With the front of his hair and face wet, he stands up slowly and looks down on you. " You whore,what did I say?!" He gives you another smack across your face and takes the panties out of your mouth. He grabs both of your arms and pulls you forward and pushing you on your knees. He stands in front of you and shoves his dick on your mouth. He grabs your hair and makes you choke down his dick. " That's right, that's my good little human." He leans his head back, exposing his adams apple as he makes you choke on his dick some more. You put your hands on the back of his thighs and try to take his dick all the way down your throat, only to gag and pull your mouth away. "Awwww, look at you. Going above and beyond, trying to please me, choking back tears. Have you finally learned your lesson? Hm?" You nod your head. Your mascara is running down your cheeks, you cover your mouth to cover your cough.

He picks you up and tosses you on the bed to where you're laying on your back. He puts your legs on his shoulders and slides in to your weeping hole and begins to fuck you. Without the panties in your mouth, you now have permission to moan as loud as you want. He puts a hand around your throat and squeezes. He keeps his eyes fixed to yours and his mouth slightly open, grunting with everything thrust in to your pussy. He feels your walls tighten and he gives a devilish grin " That right you slut, cum for me." You cum on his rock hard cock as he continues to thrust. Despite treating you like a piece of meat, he wants to you feel a release. He lets go of your throat and begins thrusting inside you. Shortly after you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, filling you up with his hot cum.

He sits on the bed, back leaning on his headboard and you pulls you to his lap. He rests your head on his chest and pets your hair. He dips his head down so his mouth is next to your ear. " Remeber MC, you are mine. You will always be mine, and I don't ever want my brothers thinking anything otherwise ever again." He pulls your chin up and looks into your eyes. " Since I reminded you that you're mine, I expect you to behave accordingly from now on, understood?" You nod your head in agreement, eyelids heavy from all the excitement you endured. He gives you a kiss on your lips and puts your head back on his chest.

Deep down, a part of him hopes you misbehave again in the future.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me smut #obeymensfw

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vodika-vibes · 8 months

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Hello there! Congrats for the followers! For the bouquet requests, may I have Red Carnation (Deep Romantic Love) and Lilac (First Love) for Rex with f!reader and fluffsies? Where it's Rex's first relationship and maybe reader's pottering about in a balcony garden and snipping some flowers to put in a vase (like snapdragons, cornflowers, calendulas, and carnations) and he just loves reader's little mumblings and mumblings? Maybe a hug from behind from Rex (or for Rex? Don't mind!)?

I'm such a sap and so many of those flowers have a place in my heart, but these two (rose and pansy also but i could only put two in the bouquet haha!) are some of my favourite flowers of all time! I'm desperate fr spring and summer to see my plants come back up and see what self seeders have survived this mild December and very frozen January, so tha tmay show in this ask 😅

Take your time and no obligation <3

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Fairy Tales

Summary: It's a beautiful spring day, and you get to spend the day with the love of your life, Rex.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: This is sappy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, full disclosure, I only know how to repot plants because mom made me garden as a punishment as a child (so in my brain gardening is still a punishment) luckily, Home Depot has very handy gardening tips on their website. Also, I hope Rex is in character her. He's surprisingly hard to write. But I hope you enjoy it!

If someone were to ask you what your favorite time of year was, you would immediately answer the spring. You love watching the snow melt and feeling the bitter cold of winter fade into the gentle warmth of the spring.

But your absolute favorite part of spring is watching your flowers bloom.

Being able to wake up each morning and peeking out your window to see if there’s a hint of color on your balcony, it’s everything you love about the spring.

And this year, this year you get to introduce your love of spring to your new boyfriend. You couldn’t be more excited if you tried.

Speaking of said boyfriend-

Strong arms slide around your waist and warm lips press against the back of your head, “You look like you’re having fun, mesh’la.” Rex murmurs against the back of your head, and then he shifts and rests his chin on your shoulder, “What are you doing, anyway?”

You flash him a small grin, “I’m repotting some of my plants. They’ve outgrown their smaller pots. Do you want to help?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.” Rex warns as he tightens his arms around your waist, “I can’t exactly claim that I’m something of an expert on plants.”

A laugh slips from your lips, “Oh, Rex,” You set the pot you’re handling down on the table, and turn in his arms so you’re able to look at him properly, “You don’t have to be an expert, I’m happy to teach you.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “And if you’re not interested in learning, then I’ll be happy with your company.”

Rex’s smile is soft as he watches you, “I don’t mind helping. This is important to you, right? I want to learn so I can help you.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you press your face against his shoulder, feeling like you’re about to melt into a puddle. How can this man be so soft and sweet? It should be illegal to love someone as much as you love him.

“Mesh’la?”

You pull away and grin up at him, “Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

He averts his gaze shyly for a moment, and you are unable to hide your giggles as you press your face back against his shoulder and inhale the scent that’s pure Rex.

You’ve never loved anyone as much as you love Rex.

All of those stories you read as a child, about True Love and happily ever afters, they always seemed like they were exaggerations. After all, you’ve been in love before, and it never felt like how the stories claimed.

And then you met Rex.

Sweet Rex. Kind Rex. Gentle Rex.

Rex who smiles at you like you are his only source of joy. Rex who touches you like you’re made of the finest gemstones. Rex who managed to make you believe in Fairy Tales again, so long as it’s with him.

Rex, who’s never been in a relationship before you, but knows that you’re his happily ever after.

You release a love-struck sigh and turn your head slightly to look up at him. Rex is watching you, and though you see his cheeks darken at the way you look at him, he just chuckles and presses his hand over your eyes, “You need to stop looking at me like that.”

“And how am I looking at you?” You ask as you duck under his hand.

“Like I hung the stars in the sky just for you.”

You laugh softly, your love struck smile becoming something smaller, but no less loving, “Is that so bad?”

He ducks his head and kisses the tip of your nose, “We’re also not going to get anything done if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Is this your way of saying that I need to focus?” You tease.

“I suppose one of us has to be the mature one,” He teases right back. Rex kisses your nose one last time, and then gently spins you so that you’re facing the table again, “So. Walk me through it.” He says as he slides his arms around your waist again.

“It’s really easy,” You reply, “First, you need to choose a pot. Which…I have already done, so you can skip that step.” He chuckles low in his ear and your face heats, “Shush, I didn’t think you would want to help, so I already bought everything I needed.”

Rex kisses your cheek, “Next time we can go together.”

“It’s a date,” You say brightly, “Anyway! You fill the new pot with soil, and then you remove the plant from the old pot and loosen the roots, and then stick it in the new pot, add more soil, water it and done!” You gesture to the green plant dramatically, “See, easy.”

You glance at Rex and see that he’s watching you with a look of adoration on his face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy.

“I love you so much,” He murmurs.

Your face heats, but a delighted smile crosses your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You don’t have to do anything special. You’re you. It’s more than enough.” Rex murmurs, and then he kisses your cheek again, “Is it always like this? Being in love?”

“I hope so,” You reply, “I thought I’ve loved before, but it never felt so…”

“So-?”

“Perfect.” You finish with a small smile, “Natural. Easy.”

He laughs softly, “Well, in that case, I’m glad that I fell for you first. I would hate to have a subpar experience.”

You laugh, “Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

His arms tighten a little more, and then loosen again, “Alright, let me try. I’m sure I can’t mess this up too badly.”

He releases you and moves to stand next to you, and you immediately turn to slide your arms around his waist.

You have no way of knowing what the future holds, but you hope that there’s a lot more of this. Soft and warm and happy, surrounded by flowers and love.

#star wars #tcw #vodika vibes follower event #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #f!reader fic #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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yandere-fics · 2 months

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♡ Dark AU Runa ♡

(Once again, incest time. You know the drill people. Also cannibalism.)

Soulmates where amongst one of the most sacred concepts for the elves, along with don't live where the dead rest, sending their bodies to the human villages to be entombed in the crypts, for entirely practical reasons, they weren't sure where monsters came from only the supernaturals and monsters were related and so bodies were sent where the elves could keep an eye out just in case but not so close that they would have to be near the crypt. That's why you were sure the other elves would forgive you for keeping your soulmate dreams hidden from those around you, they'd surely be okay with you never going to your soulmate if they were aware your soulmate lived in a crypt. Your older sister, banished from the community and sent to live in the crypts for murdering your mother for not allowing her to see you, when you heard the story at first it had seemed like an overreaction, but then you had your soulmate dream and you finally discovered why her reaction had been so aggressive. Luckily she had also never told anyone why she'd done it, otherwise they might have sent you to the crypts along with her. For this small thing at least, you were grateful, that still didn't exactly solve the gross feeling you got every time you dreamt as you watched your soulmate tend the bodies before turning around to look at her, her face disgusting and decayed, you almost assumed she had just always looked like that. There was no fucking way you would ever enter the crypt, hopefully if you just never entered it then your dream wouldn't come true.

Or so you had said but here you were, entering the disgusting crypt, thrown out of your village because they found out you had lied about not having a soulmate dream, and so you were doomed to spend your eternity with the corpses and your long rotting older sister, you weren't sure which part of it was worse if you were being honest. You had no choice to reveal your dreams though, in the last dream you'd seen her eating a corpse! They had to know that their crypt keeper was eating the dead. Turns out they didn't care as long as she stayed down there and left the humans alone. You'd have to break out the next time elves from other villages came past, surely they would punish your village leaders for being okay with the cannibalism.

"Y-you've come for m-me! M-my love is here, I k-knew y-you w-wouldn't just leave me to r-rot down here forever. W-we're soulmates!" Her face had begun to rot, aging and decaying unlike other elves, most likely do to her doing one of the most forbidden acts known to elves, the consumption of corpses, flesh in general was not well received, only consumed amongst the elves of the sea and only ever fresh, rotten decaying meat however was not something any elf consumed unless they wanted their life span to be significantly reduced and their youth to fade away. Best case scenario was becoming extremely ill and needed to recover for a long time, worst case scenario was... you were looking at her. Her body looked relatively intact except for the rotting smell coming off of her until you noticed her hands, the finger replaced with knifes thought those likely could detach otherwise she'd never be able to touch the mate she'd probably been waiting for down here, or maybe she wanted you to fear her for leaving her down here like this, you weren't really sure if she was the vengeful type or the forgiving type, seeing as she killed your mother for separating the both of you, you imagined she leaned towards the former.

"C-come, I p-prepare a bed for us, I h-haven't slept on it y-yet. I was w-waiting for you." The mattress had been here a very long time, perhaps it was brand new at one point but now it was disgusting like water had dripped onto it and dried a million times over, with a thin blanket to keep the both of you warm at night but that too looked old, with white patches on it that had dried and she had only barely attempted to wash, you really didn't want to know what she did with that blanket. Maybe if you complained the elves would bring your bed and blanket from your old room, you doubted it though, they'd probably already gotten rid of your stuff for being a traitor and hiding from your mate. Making sure you had nothing to return to except your crypt with your sister. You were sure even an actual coffin had to be better than whatever this was.

"Disgusting." You said it without even really meaning to, but it didn't matter, Runa had been on top of you in a second, pining you to the bed, her knife fingers narrowly avoiding cutting into you, she still had some restraint, if you weren't careful though, that restraint would very easily break.

"I-it would h-have looked b-better if you'd b-been here s-sooner. I w-wanted to m-make it nicer b-but you l-let me be down here a-alone! B-but it's o-okay now c-cause you're here and y-you've learned your lesson right? Y-you won't be a b-bitch to your sister again!" She hopped off of you, convincing herself of her own words somehow, leaving you to shake on the mattress as she skittered off somewhere, most likely to find food, definitely corpse meat. You now realized it was very likely that was what you'd be eating from now on, it was either eat corpses and do things with your own sister on her crusty bed every night or make a break for it and get killed by her or the monsters in the forest, you preferred death so despite how much you were shaking you ran to try to find the exit to the catacombs before once again being tackled by an angry Runa.

"W-why a-are you acting like y-you d-don't love me, w-what did I d-do wrong?!?" She grabbed your wrist, dragging you back to the bed, tossing you at it as she started to break the pillars and walls around you in a fit of rage, exposing the dirt and only making it an even worse place to live.

"I don't want to eat dead bodies!"

"O-oh, y-you thought I'd make you eat the r-rotten stuff didn't you? D-don't worry, I'll save the fresh meat for my baby s-sister. There's always m-mushrooms too if y-you need a p-plant. N-now that that's b-been taken care of... tell me you love me." She hopped on the mattress with you in joy, her fingers pawing at your shirt to try to get it off. "P-please s-say it, I d-don't want to be m-mad at my l-love a-again."

"I-I love you." She let out a small giggle as you realized up close just how dead her eyes looked.

"Aww you're s-so g-gross, being in l-love with your s-sister and everything!" Her heads moved to your legs, pinning them apart, her head coming down to sniff your crotch over your pants. "Y-you're not horny y-yet? W-why d-don't you w-want me?! You should w-want me, w-we've been separated f-for so l-long!" She glared up at you, her grip tightening and hers eyes looking like they could just pop out of her head in anger.

"I uh, I'm just hungry!" Her grip released on you and she got up with a giggle.

"Oh! I-I need to f-feed my l-little sister, I'll be back!" And with that she got off of you likely to go find some fresh bits of meat. Hopefully after you ate she'd forget about consummating your love, you weren't sure if you'd be able to fake wanting her.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #tw.incest #my oc runa

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seokka0o · 1 year

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NOT MATTHEW

Zhang Hao x Afab!reader

Prompt: 10-"you're mine"

Warning: unprotected sex; jealous sex;

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Zhang Hao's dark eyes made your skin crawl, in a certain tone of despair, there was no way not to feel that way, even though he was always very kind you know what he can hide behind the good guy mask.

Zhang Hao is not well known for being merciful, yet kind, deep down you already knew what that minimal interaction with Matthew could lead to, even if you like Zhang Hao's eyes always catch everything, or maybe even because Matthew doesn't manages to contain himself "y/n is very kind hyung, should bring more often"

The chill running down your spine and the aggressive way Zhang Hao grips your hips. Right now you're on your stomach, suspended over the table in his room. Your fingers lack the strength to keep, the tips it's numb, the sweat making them slip over the table. The sounds come out of your lips promiscuously, filling the space of the room, together with the impact of the hips; zhang hao slid in very hard, but at a moderate speed, he calls deep to the point of making you cry in despair, and already out of any condition you leave your head on the table to have some rest.

"Do you think he's better?" The sentence came out of zhang hao's trembling lips straight to your center, you hunched over and returned to your current position, feeling your insides contract harder.

"N-no Hao…you are my only one-oh fuck" you pleaded trying to get around that whole situation, in that position you were unable to do anything, contenting yourself with moaning your boyfriend's name in an endless sequence

“How many times do I have to tell you that anyone but not Matthew ? Are you dumb?" Zhang Hao muttered looking not very convinced and leaned his body over yours, keeping the thrusts deep, his hands went under you and then cupped your breasts, feeling them fill his fingers and then he squeezed them

"you are mine" He whispered against your ear, pulled your earlobe between his lips and held the strings, moaning softly and sighing close to you.

"S-sorry"" you replied already without forcing, bodies fitting in harmony, you never thought you could go this far, but then zhang hao was kissing your shoulder, nibbling, keeping your breasts between his fingers, squeezing, feeling the nipples hard touch his palm and show how excited you looked.

“you know that's not what I want to hear…” his subtlety hurts your soul, because it makes a contrast, him making all your flesh tremble in the deepest desire with each attack even if simple

“I'm yours…h-hao, all yours, please…let me come now” you felt like you couldn't go much further than that if by chance he was going to punish you for that long, moans cutting in with your breath, heart racing , you were on the edge of the abyss just waiting for him to be able to offer you some pity “I beg you”

"Just come...but calling my name" he whispered one last time, looking at you from the side, to watch himself open his lips, letting his limit reach, these moments are when zhang hao fucks you slow, thrusts deep touching your sensitive spot , causing your body to shiver and call out to him, inviting him to reach the limit soon after too, pushing all of his liquid into you in a matter of seconds

#🪐.party #zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zhang hao smut #zhang hao hard hours #kpop smut #kpop hard hours

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Heck yeah youre back!

I hope you had rested plenty and ate some yummy food!

I would very much like a tiny but mighty reader with her tall and skinny boy jack the ripper!

She is constantly picking him up and carrying him around calling him her little bunny because of his hair.

One time during a practice fight his pant leg was torn and GASP! LITTERS OF HICKEYS ARE COVERING HIS MEATY THIGH!(Have you seen them? Perfection~)

Reader is the embodiment of " this is my baby and aint no body better touch him"

-Jack adored you, you were beautiful- stunning evening, had a heart of gold, always willing to help out others, and you smothered him with so much love that he was ready and willing to drown in your love.

-While hesitant at first, seeing your genuine concern and affections for him, Jack fell pretty fast for you, as he had never had someone treat him so gently and in return, he treated you like the goddess you were, showering his own praise down upon you.

-You wouldn’t allow him to talk badly about himself, telling you how he is not worthy of being by your side and that you deserved someone better. He learned the hard way that day that you are way stronger than you look, as you picked him up, holding him over your head and took him inside to your couch and proceeded to praise and smother him with kisses for the next several hours.

-He rarely does it now, knowing that it upsets you, but you know that he only does it now because you give him extra attention, which you think is cute because he is rather shy about asking for affection outright.

-To anyone else, the two of you looked like the perfect couple, despite your strength, he treated you as if you were made of glass, carrying your bags for you, not letting you hold a single thing other than his hand. His was always such a gentleman to you, pecking the back of your hand in greeting and parting, gifting you flowers, and reading you poetry.

-The two of you kept your personal lives more private, because behind closed doors you were both unhinged and partaking upon your most carnal desires on the regular. It was especially fun to rile Jack up while you were out and about with him, getting him flustered, because his ‘punishments’, if you could call them that, were always very enjoyable.

-This little secret was revealed when Jack was selected to fight in Ragnarok this year again, and he was delighted to see that he would be fighting against Hercules, his very good friend, once again, and the two were quick to poke fun at each other, like Hercules telling Jack not to hold back and Jack teasing back that he might even let Hercules win this time.

-The match was very entertaining, as Jack always seemed to have something up his sleeve, and Hercules never failed to surprise everyone himself with his own new combat skills.

-The fight ended in Hercules’ win but all attention was on Jack instead, who had his pants ripped off due to not dodging Hercules’ weapon in time, revealing Jack’s very nice muscular legs, but that’s not what everyone was staring at, everyone was looking at the deep purple hickies covering his thighs.

-Jack’s bashfulness as he used his hat to try to hide them away was actually quite endearing as his face was bright red, especially when Hercules snickered at him, teasing him as they walked backstage while many of the spectators were whistling and cheering for Jack, making him even more embarrassed.

-You met your lover backstage with a spare pair of pants, and Hercules teased you, nudging you with his elbow gently, “You sure did mark him up for me, Y/N! Kinda hard for me to fight someone who’s already so bruised up.”

-You pouted lightly at his teasing before picking up Jack, holding him princess style, “Jack is my baby- and I gotta make sure that nobody will ever be able to take my baby from me!!” Jack hid his face behind his hat as his ears were burning red, “Y/N- please!”

-Hercules roared with laughter as you headed off, carrying Jack to the infirmary, holding him carefully to not aggravate any of his wounds.

-Once you sat him down in the infirmary you pulled his hands and hat away from his face, smiling up at him and you gently cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly, “My handsome baby~”

-He pouted at you, giving you a small glare which made you grin, “You won’t be able to leave the house for a week after I get done marking you up!” you squeaked cutely as he pecked your cheek softly, tickling you with his mustache before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you close for a moment before the nurses walked in to treat him and you stepped back, giving him a small smile.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles

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urds-lover · 7 months

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— Yandere Alphabet Levi

Warning : Toxic behaviour, Possessiveness, misrepresentation of love, Control, Social isolation, blood, Self harm.

✧ A — Adoration, Levi always adores you. Whenever he looks at you, his eyes are always filled with adoration which is only meant for you, unless you’ve done something to make him mad. His eyes are always on you.

✧ B — Boundaries, Boundaries? It's a question that Levi refuses to acknowledge. There's no limit to his obsession for you. In Levi's eyes, your boundaries are just obstacles to be overcome in the pursuit of your love.

✧ C — Controlling, Levi is a very controlling person. He will make you follow his orders whether you like it or not. If you are a good girl and follow what he says, you'll be rewarded with kisses and hugs, but if not, be prepared for your worst nightmares.

✧ D — Desperate, Levi is desperate for your love and touch every hour, minute, second of the day. Oh how he wants to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat when he has a bad or stressful day. He wants to hold your hand and kiss them. Oh, he is so desperate for your love and touch, it's unimaginable.

✧ E — Envy, Levi envys anyone who is near you whether its a male or female. He wants you all to himself. He burns inside when he sees you hanging out with someone that isn’t him. All he wants is for you to give him 100% of your time to him. He doesn’t want anyone to be graced with being able to have your sweet time. Levi will end up killing someone if he bottles up all his envy and the bottle ends up exploding.

✧ F — Fixation, Levi is fixed on you. He can't pay attention to anything else other than you. You are his everything. All he cares about is you. He thinks of you while in battle killing the most dangerous titans.

✧ G — Gaslighting, Levi twists reality like a puppeteer pulling the strings and the truth is nothing but a distant memory. "I would never hurt you" he whispers even as his grip tightens around you.

✧ H — Harm, Hmm...this is a sensitive topic pooks. Levi is itching to harm the first person he sees you with. He is trying his best to remain calm while you talk to your teammates about the battle you're going to take part in, in less than 10 minutes. He tries his best not to harm you though, but if you really make him mad, he thinks you need a well deserved punishment.

✧ I — Isolation, Levi doesn't let you meet your family, friends or loved ones . You're never allowed to go near people unless it's for emergencies, battle. He just wants you to be with him and remain safe, don't you get it?

✧ J — Jealousy, Levi's jealously is nothing to mess with. His jealousy has no limits. He can't handle the thought of you with someone else. He gives you rough punishments or make out sessions when he's jealous. It's to remind you who you belong to.

✧ K — Kidnapping, Levi has thought of kidnapping you before. But he tried the old fashioned way first, making you fall for him. Which worked. And if it didn’t, then kidnapping would be his only option to make you his.

✧ L — Lies, Levi does lie to you. But it's always things like "They said that they hate you, see? No one loves you as much as I do. You should stop seeing them to prevent yourself from heartbreaks." He also tries stopping you from attending exterior missions by telling lies but you don't believe his lies and he agrees but he forces you to be by his side 24/7 while on the mission.

✧ M — Manipulation, Levi will guilt trip you by reminding you how much he sacrifices for you and you do nothing. That'll automatically make you sad and want to pay him back for all the sacrifices he's done and stay with him. The silent treatment is also given from time to time. Self harm too.

✧ N — Narcissism, Levi isn’t a narcissistic person. He can get overly jealous and possessive. He always needs reassurance from you that you'll always be there and you'll be his. Despite the amount of time he spends with you he gets insecure and jealous when he sees you spend time with someone else.

✧ O — Obsession, Levi is overly obsessed with you. His mind is consumed by the thought of you. He can never really focus much on things anymore because his mind is always tracing back to you. Basically, all he thinks of is you.

✧ P — Possessiveness, Levi treats you like a queen but at the same time an object which is his personal item and only he gets to touch, see and control. He always makes sure to keep an arm on your waist while walking, and if he isn’t able to do that, He'll make sure he is able to do it.

✧ Q — Quarrels, Levi really doesn’t quarrel or more like has the need to quarrel with you because of his possessiveness and control over you. And if he does, he makes sure to shut you up with a sweet and soft kiss on the lips which lasts about a minute or two.

✧ R — Revenge, Levi seeks revenge to any obstacles in the relationship. He will remove that obstacle immediately. And also if someone hurts your feelings, They should get ready because Levi isn’t letting them off so easily, He'll take them down to the basement, tie em up, make you watch them as they get tortured by him. And if you can't bear to watch, he'll just hug you to his chest and comfort you while inflicting torture on the one who hurt you.

✧ S — Stalking, Levi is definitely a stalker, wherever you are, he is. He never leaves you out of his sight. And back in the days when you weren’t his sweet lover, he used to watch you sleep every night without you even knowing.

✧ T — Threats, Threats are used in this relationship from time to time when you say you want to leave him. Knowing that you know his dark past he knows that you'll do anything for him. "If you leave me, then I'll cut my wrists"

You always give in so easily to his threats.

✧ U — Unpredictable, Levi has an unpredictable mood. The first moment he is happy and he has you on his lap kissing and cuddling you and the second moment he is angry at you for unreasonable things.

✧ V — Violence, Levi never resorts to violence whenever you do something wrong. He usually scolds you and sits you down on his lap and kisses you. He is very violent to someone who tries coming between you two.

✧ W — Worship, Levi will never bow down to anyone but when it comes to you...He might as well kiss the ground you stand on.

✧ X — extreme measures, Levi would take extreme measures to keep you with him at all times and to the ones who will try to force and break the two of you up. Levi is a smart man, a really smart man, and he wont hesitate to take extreme measures.

✧ Y — Yearning, Levi yearns for you love, attention and affection in an obsessive degree. Well, that's just what a yandere is. He really wants your attention and love.

✧ Z — Zero boundaries, Levi has zero boundaries when it comes to you, that isn’t even a thing to him. He is a touch starved boy and he is also very hungry for love, YOUR love so please give it to him. He already has enough trauma from childhood, please make him feel loved.

That's all for today pooks! I really hope you like them, if you have any requests, just ask! See ya later pookies ♡♡♡

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot x reader #levi aot #aot #ackermann

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ravenhol-m · 2 months

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The archive did have a copy of the paper, yes, but they were strangely reluctant to hand it off to you, even with the council badges' clearance. The only thing you found stranger was how heavily protected it was, having been previously stored in a safe — so old that with each twist of the lock, the entire thing jittered and made an awful screech as the metal knobs twisted against each other.

Pulled from a large cream-colored folder jam-packed with other 'classified documents' you had only heard vague and half forgotten tales of, it was passed off to you wrapped in an intricate leather and gold-adorned dust jacket that had peeled and cracked with age in a way that made it seem as if it had been clawed by some feral beast. After carrying it to the table, you dropped it with a thud and opened it — the pages made such a delicate crackle as they were freed from each other's touch.

A 'former'. you read these words with a certain sense of dread while lurking in the corner of the Ravenholm archive.

It exerts such a strange pull on your mind, like a hand grabbing at the back of your head and squeezing. You turn around to look, but... it's just a shelf, stretching about a dozen meters into the air above you. Something feels wrong about this, and you can't help but turn pages and read word after word after word, their pull dragging you deeper into the cracks between the lines and almost luring you to a specific page. And so it does.

You tear the pages apart and firmly plant them down as you press your hands against that old, dusty yellow paper. After all this searching, you've finally found it: a detailed account of the single most feared type of magic in human history. Something so terrible and vile that it had to be erased from history and locked away from the world, never to meet the gaze of anyone other than some of the most powerful individuals on the planet. And you were fortunate enough to be one of them.

'Dark magic, formers and coagulants. A history and explanation' dated 1897. 2 years ago

"Dark magic is a side of humanity no being should ever wish to see. It is a mockery against our Lord above and all of his creation, but so is the folley of man. We were given all we could ever want, and we lost paradise for it, we lost our paradise over nothing more than scraps of what we were promised. Dark magic is the exact same.

Should one of our own turn against all that is good in the world turn their back to our father who art' in heaven and commit a sin beyond that of potentially even the original sin, then this is what may await them. For the sin of contorting our Lords work into their own vile replica, the sin of murder, the sin of greed and pride and gluttony and envy, the sin of veiweing yourself above the rest of God's creations.

Your punishment... Is this.

A former.

A former is what happens when someone may believe themselves able to ascend to a place beyond humanity, reaching the next step of our development as a species but in turn falling short due to their own folleys. A human soul is a powerful thing. We are made with a certain power in us that no other being possesses, a sort of 'indomitable spirit' that places us firmly above all other beings. But when two souls are bound forcefully to another body, it fights back in recognition of the dark magic.

This thrashing causes horrific change within the user of dark magic. Being immediately subjected to the horrors of man, their mind crushed, and shattered by the power of a second human soul — they are often rendered brain dead almost instantly.

If one of these pathetic examples of our fine species is unfortunate enough to survive. This is what they will go through.

Corruption

It is common throughout the magic types. A person learns too much and goes mad with power, their ego getting the better of them, and they believe themselves unstoppable. Until they are killed either by themselves or a single well placed bullet. However,with dark magic, this tends to take on a... different form.

Stage one: begining

Users may notice some small side effects such as anxiety, moodswings, and seasonal depression. These are some of the more extreme side effects, and the few who get these should consider themselves lucky. As they have been given a chance to stop.

Stage two: Encroachment

is reached once the user begins to suffer amplifiedversions of the previously mentioned symptoms. Anxiety develops into extreme paranoia, and mood swings develop into bipolar episodes. Seasonal depression turns into severe depression that often results in cases of self-harm in an attempt to 'become perfect'.

Stage three: development

Often, the end point for most dark magic users. At this point, their physical deformations become noticeable or too difficult to hide, and they are found and killed. About this point is when they become completely insane, most develop extreme visions and voices as they claw and rip at their own skin and often become cannibalistic.

Stage four: Awakening

Few ever make it to this point. This is a complete loss of one's self only achieved once dark magic takes full control over them and the souls residing within them, they either have their conscience and everything that is then destroyed or they are locked in their body and they are forced to watch themselves turn into beasts — we are unsure which at this point in time but that may change — as they resort purely to violence in every scenario.

Stage five: Transfiguration.

The end point of this abominable affliction. Those who reach this point often turn into something... inhuman. Something you can only identify as humanoid due to the presence of arms and legs. some may not even have those. The user becomes something bestial, evil, and utterly malignant. While not especially powerful, they must be avoided AT ALL COSTS. they aren't human. Don't try to treat them like one. God knows they won't treat you like that.

Stage six: coagulation.

Metamorphosis... quite the unique trait, most often seen In the likes of caterpillars as they claw their way through a prison of their own making and emerge as something... New. Coagulants—

A bang comes from behind. You reflexively slam the book shut and look over at the source of the noise. Guards stand at the front desk, asking the archivist if they had a woman who passed through here recently. She asks for specifics, of course, and they give them to her. They're describing you. You don't know what or why they want you, but the best guess you have is that you've been found out. You don't know when or how, but if they know what you've been searching for...

You hold the book by your side as you run deeper into the library. There aren't many places to run. There are many floors and shelves to hide behind, to be sure, but there's no way you can escape without making it past the guards who are now patrolling the building. Floorboards creak and rhythmic thumps echo, feet beating against them as your legs start to burn. You dash through row after row of thousands and thousands of books, an endless maze soon to be your coffin.

Or at least you thought. Right ahead of you lies the key to your escape: a window located at the end of a hallway on the fifth floor of the librarium. You move toward it with what energy you can muster — a fatigued half jog — and grip the ribbed wood, pressing your face against the fogged glass in an attempt to see what may lie below.

You press your right cheek against that cold and wet condensation, hoping to get a peak at what you can. But there's no angle to be found. You are alone, accompanied only by the sound of your own exasperated breath dragging against your mouth. Luckily for you, silence like this is where ideas are born. A lock, the window has a lock holding it down, and there's plenty of ways you can make it past a simple lock, right?

Being winter time, it was locked shut to avoid any water getting in and daming the books. Only the archivist holds the key, you assume. Not exactly much time to go grab it now, is there? Thankfully, a key isn't the only way to open a window. You take some deep breaths. Clench a fist, and reel back.

*CRASH* The noise was hopefully hidden by the size of the librarium. Not that it mattered. You were getting out of here one way or another. Peaking down out the window, nothing but a sheer drop awaited you, and again, you are lost as to a solution. That's when you notice a slanted roof about fifteen feet away and two stories below you. An opportunity.

This being your true last option wasn't preferable, but it was definitely safer than trying to leap into a pile of hay or climbing down the side of the building. And so you prep yourself. Walking back towards the end of the hallway and praying to yourself that this works, you breathe faster, raise your left arm, and go for it.

Rushing toward the window, you pull the book closer to your side, feeling a slight hesitation just as you're about to jump through the shattered glass. You stumble, flying out the window the wrong way and clipping your foot as you leave it. Dropping toward the shaled roof as the wind whips across your face, you brace yourself as you slam into it. Something cracked—maybe you, maybe the roof. Wet shale isn't very good for grip, something you learn extraordinarily fast. You slide down, the rough pattern bumping and bruising you on the way, and fall even further. It couldn't have been long before you felt a slam as your back made contact with something cold and hard.

A neigh is the best clue as to what you fell on. curling your spine with a horrid shake from underworked abs, you place a hand on the roof of a carriage—more accurately, what's left of the roof after you fell directly on it from about two stories up. The dent almost perfectly matches your shape, like something out of a comic strip. Pushing these thoughts aside, you remember what you have to do. Rolling and lifting yourself out of the crater you left in the roof, you gently flop over the side of the carriage onto wobbly legs. stumbling away down the alley you find yourself in, bloodied, battered, and bruised.

#writers on tumblr #steampunk #world building #magic #body horrow cw #body horror #stories #self h@rm #tw self harm #ravenholm

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spinelli-gemelli · 2 months

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A Degrassi Essay About Rick Murray

(Part 4)

We've covered a lot of ground so far: Rick's motives for returning, what the principal could or couldn't have done, and students' reactions to his return. Specifically we examined Emma's initial interactions with Rick as he made his reappearance in "Mercy Street". We will now take a closer look at other characters and their motivations for their behavior towards Rick.

Spinner

Spinner has an obvious personal motivation to antagonize Rick, but he goes through a remarkable character arc. Spinner was the one, along with Paige, to find Terri lying on the ground unconscious. I can only imagine what thoughts must have flashed through their minds; their own versions of how Rick landed Terri in the coma. That's something that will stay with them for the rest of their lives, though this event might be overshadowed with what's to come in season four, dare I say. In "Don't Dream It's Over", Spinner sees Rick sitting in his mom's car and confronts him, and he rears up to punch him, but Paige intervenes, quickly followed by Rick's mother, who pulls Spinner away from her son. A moment later we see him retreat, and Paige pursues him. In this moment he's sobbing, saying he's "just like [Rick]", but Paige insists that he's different. It's one of the first times we see a vulnerable side to Spinner, who's either been portrayed as a dense bully or Paige's loyal boyfriend wrapped around his girlfriend's finger. Anyone who is able to extract such a tender moment from Spinner is bound to end up being resented by him, which I believe the seeds for Rick had been planted as early as the end of season three. When Paige and Spinner's relationship takes a hit in season four, with the drama of the Dean trial and Paige crashing Spinner's car into her rapist's car, the previously softened, dull Spinner returns to his bullying roots, which is only amplified when Paige splits from Spinner. He soon joins forces with Jason Hogart, embracing full antagonist mode in the plotline against Rick. Originally he takes part in the ribbon campaign as a way to avenge Terri's injustice, but soon it just becomes a favorite past time of his, along with Jay, to torment Rick. It's not like anyone would come to his defense, at least anyone who could fight him off. He gets a rude awakening when he realizes in season four that his actions have consequences, not only for himself, but for those he cares about. Gavin Mason hits the ground hard this season, and it will take more than just apologies to bounce back from this.

Paige

Paige, like Spinner, found Terri lying on the ground out at the park with Rick hovering over her unconscious body. As Spinner runs to grab his phone for emergency services, it's Paige that reaches down to touch the back of her friend's head, only to get a handful of blood. That's something that stays with you for life: the stuff of recurring nightmares. Her motivation, like Spinner's, is personal. She collaborates with Emma to bring justice to her friend, but, unlike Spinner, she doesn't go as far as bullying Rick, but she fully believes in the power of social ostracization. This is different from her usual mean girl vibe: this is justified in her mind. Rick needs to be punished for what he did, and no one seems to be doing anything about it, so why not take matters into her own hands? We see her tease Rick right before he goes on stage for the Whack-Your-Brain finals (4x07), but the matter in which Rick replied to her taunting (quick and witty) lets the viewers know this isn't the first time she had given him a hard time, though her meddling of Rick never becomes physical. Paige is a dynamic character, and we see that, when Rick is publically humiliated in front of the entire school, she has a conscious and expresses her empathy for Rick when she encounters him in the cafeteria after it happened. She even goes as far to acknowledge that they aren't on the greatest terms, yet she didn't let that stop her from reaching out to Rick. It's in this instance that we are reminded of the power of words. Just by expressing her sorrow, Rick felt seen and heard, and he almost went back on his plan to seek revenge for his mortification. This is what I like about Paige's character, which makes her fun to watch in scenarios like these. She knows when it's time to make jokes and when it's time to be serious. She's emotionally intelligent. We see similar interactions in earlier seasons, where she tries to relate to Ashley about having a gay family member, when she consoles Emma who gets her period in class, or the time when she reminds Manny to ask the right questions before engaging in intercourse.

Alex

Alex Nunez has been a background character all of season three, only playing the role of Jay's girlfriend, but in season four, she's given some dimensions. Initially she appears to be joining the bandwagon of antagonizing Rick (episode 4x04), but then we get a glimpse of her true motivations during her conversation with Emma. In this scene, Rick walks up to Emma and wants to donate a check of over five hundred dollars to her fundraiser. For a fleeting moment, Emma considers it, but Alex appears on the scene and snatches the check out of Rick’s hands, telling him no one wants his guilt money. Rick tries to reason with her, but Alex shuts down that conversation immediately, causing a discouraged Rick to walk off. Emma asks for the check, but Alex tears it to ribbons. Before Emma can accuse her of not caring about the campaign, Alex insinuates that Emma doesn't know anything about it. "You ever ice your mom's lip? Bandage her up? Lay awake at night listening to her cry?" It's in this chilling scene do we learn that she has experienced domestic abuse first hand through her mother. Punishing Rick is her own way of avenging what her mom's boyfriend(s) did to her. She’s more than just Jay's chick. She is deeply concerned about women’s welfare when it comes to relationship abuse, yet another reason why it was a travesty to have the scene with her and Marco talking to Raditch deleted. Once again, we get to learn more about who Alex really is when she pleads with the principal to reconsider letting Rick back into the school. We start to see that there are layers to this girl.

Spinner's, Paige's, and Alex's motives are relatively straightforward and easy to understand. This next character is harder to peg, even more difficult to understand than Emma's motivations.

Jay

Degrassi's resident "bad boy", Jason Hogart ceases any opportunity to wreak havoc on the lives of any Degrassian. While I'd love to say his motive for coming after Rick was for "kicks and giggles", I would like to play devil's advocate for a bit, especially considering that his own girlfriend has had experience with domestic abuse. Maybe she talked to him about it. Maybe Jay visited Alex's house a number of times and had seen it for himself. Maybe he had to protect Alex from the collateral damage that her mom's boyfriend(s) would inflict. We don't know the dynamics of their relationship this early on in the series, so it is hard to confirm. Either way, Jay shows no mercy for Rick as he is the character that jumps Terri's ex at the Dot, drags him to the back alley, and punches him in the gut. He is also the one that is shown throwing Rick against a locker in episode 4x06 "Islands in the Stream" with ease, which gives the audience the feeling that Jay has done this to Rick many times before.

Unlike, Spinner, Jimmy, Paige, and even Alex, who at some point either experience a change of heart towards Rick, feel bad that he was humiliated on stage, or feel guilty about the school shooting, Jay shows no remorse for what he did as being one of the three accomplices in setting up the paint and feathers alongside Spinner and Alex. In episode 5x10, "Redemption Song", a year after the shooting had taken place, Jay says that they "did the world a favor" to Spinner after the latter asks the former if he ever thought about what happened with Rick. It's his reaction to the tragedy that forces me to believe that he didn't really care about getting justice for Terri or the fact that anyone else got hurt. He never goes into an explanation about what he means, either. They "did the world a favor" by humiliating Rick on stage? Lying to him later about Jimmy being the culprit? Indirectly getting Jimmy shot? Perhaps Jay means that they aided in unmasking Rick's true nature of violence, and to half of the Degrassi fans, Rick never truly changed, so to them this is true, though I doubt anyone agrees that this was done in favor of anyone. In the wake of tragedy, everyone loses.

Even in the beginning when everyone was united in the campaign against Rick, Jay was the only one to make a mockery out of the situation. Even as the others detested Rick, no one was seen outright making fun of him (except maybe Spinner). To everyone else, this was serious business. He even got himself expelled from school, and by the looks of things, he never cared or tried to return. If you also take into consideration all of the other characters he would persuade into doing things, they almost always end up worse off than before. We see this with Sean, who would go on to steal Snake's laptop; J.T., who decides to steal drugs from the pharmacy at which he's employed and sell them to dealers on the street; Spinner, who lies to Rick about Jimmy being responsible for the paint and feathers prank and winds up indirectly responsible for Jimmy's fate; and Emma, who Jay preyed upon while she was in a state of shock after the tragedy in order to get her to perform oral sex on him. Hell, the first time we're introduced to Jay is in season three when he calls Paige's brother Dylan "Homo-chuk" (episode 3x04), a reference to him being gay. Given his resume of ruining characters' lives (although only two of these instances occurred before the Rick conflict), it's hard for me to believe that he cared about any justice being served. All of the evidence points to the contrary. Rick was just the perfect outlet for his bullying urge since no one would rush to the kid's aid after what he did to Terri. Jay was just doing what Jay does best: stirring up trouble. In this way, he's similar to an arsonist: he sets the fires and watches them burn.

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Can I have some lee & ler Gabriel hcs {~mandela cataloge~} please and thx

I'll give it a shot!

Ler:

He's gonna be a menace for sure, he will not let you rest until his urges are satisfied

Gabriel is Lucifer in disguise so he knows a lot about mankind from what he's observed first hand and with his invasion of the Earth; Humans are very sensitive and vulnerable creatures

This idea of being able to have a mere child begging for his mercy with wiggling fingers in their direction, furthered his amusement when their eyes clearly called for more after tickling them for so long. They are lucky he possesses no ink of mercy so he has no qualms pushing those he's cornered over the edge

But you wanted it, right?

He knows quite a lot about humans and what they love and dread

He has no issues testing out the phenomenon known as "tickling", referred to as by humans, bringing them to the edge of hysteria with this

If you happen to encounter him, he will greet you in his physical angel form and the guy is tall so he will definitely loom over anyone he's targeted.

What will first seem like a blessing from God will quickly turn malicious as he informs you of his intentions and who he really is

Even though your first instinct is to run, butterflies begin to spout from the bowels of your stomach

Why were you feeling this way? Is it the way his voice honeyed in the presence of you? A deep and rich voice filling your ears that soothes you to the core, making you feel safe?

Or is it the thought of such an omnipotent being fulfilling your jarring desires, something no one else but him capable of understanding... It seems so.

Gabriel will know you have submitted to him, you wanted him here after all.

It will start off teasingly and the sensations will have just the right amount of pressure to drive anybody insane and set their nerves ablaze, setting his future actions in motion

At this point any touch or move he makes will send you into hysterics; he'll get rough, his delicate hands making its way across your sensitive area, making you nearly regret it with how well he's able to execute it

"You're quite the ticklish mortal. Oh~? Mymy~, you are more sensitive than I thought~ Laugh to your heart's content, little one."

His goal is to belt out as much cackles from you as possible, so he will tease you, the kind of method you've never seen anyone other than him use

Somehow with the old English intertwined with the modern take of the language, accompanied with purrs of Latin makes you hot in the face

Plead all you want for him to stop, he won't.

Fortunately for you, Lucifer's schedule is focused on the invasion of humanity so the last thing he wants is to keep you laughing for hours

He will release you and go about his day, wishing you a farewell and within a blink of an eye, he'll disappear.

Lee:

Who's gonna actually try to tickle Satan? Well no one of course unless they have a death wish.

Within hell and Gabriel's personal quarters, he has been at the mercy of his demon's mischief. But they have been swiftly punished and eradicated to not get in the way of the invasion; those who did not contribute to his purpose were in the way and did not need to exist

In a separate timeline if Gabriel were actually ticklish, demons absolutely caused his continued embarrassment about it

He's terribly ticklish and whilst he can suppress his reactions, demons have learned to catch him off guard if they even want to catch a glimpse of their leader giggling

That same leader who created sin and the downfall of humanity...oh boy

Gabriel has a naturally sadistic sort of laughter, the kind that would laugh at the sight of the universe going up in flames

However, his tickle laugh is different; it's much nicer to listen to and noted to be quite boisterous at times, especially when a weak spot is targeted

Speaking of weak spots, his subjects have secretly spread rumors around the depths of hell that his hips are the bane of his existence, along with his sides and ribs

They are just rumors however, as this theory had never been tested.

However, that doesn't mean it isn't true as drilling into any of those spots will cause an ear-piercing, static-laced scream to rip out from Satan's throat as he's paralyzed on the spot

With his nerves suddenly being disturbed by an already extremely unfamiliar sensation, the demons expect that much from him

He cannot help the feeling of his knees growing slack and falling to the ground as laughter immediately erupts from their leader right after, awing everyone in the general area who just saw their heartless captain laugh heartily as if he'd been told very funny joke

This will last for a few seconds of just nearly hysterical laughter echoing throughout before abruptly stopping

His beautiful figure with long blonde hair and white robe will be nothing to spare the demon from the terror it will feel as he slowly turns around, meeting the eyes of whatever foolish devil decided to humiliate him

Gabriel will retaliate as he usually does; send the demon to be tortured or send them out for a specific mission that they must achieve, otherwise they will cease to exist

Moral of the story: don't tickle the guy otherwise 40 lashes or you get blipped from existence (and if he tickled you this time, you literally wanted it to happen stop lying to yourself)

#tmc tickling #lee gabriel #ler gabriel #ask answered #anon #headcanons #the mandela catalogue #bruh this took me a century lmao #the ler cesar pic is coming lol just take this while yall wait #pls reblog being shadowbanned sucks ass

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