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chrasilla · 1 year
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"fuck you" is basic. "i hope there's a major character death in your favorite ao3 fanfic after 56 chapters and 148k words" is smart. it's possible. it's terrifying.
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ggrapeejuicee · 3 months
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Right Person. Wrong Time
harry styles angst
summary: Harry’s fame puts you in danger, and he can’t let himself be the reason you get hurt
word count: 1.1k
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Harry was half way through a residency as Madison Square Garden. The whole world loved him. He’d been crowned the new king of pop.
You’d left the show half way through to grab some food, and ended up wandering to take in the pretty lights of the city.
He’d barely spoken to you this morning, leaving the hotel room barely uttering a goodbye. He didn’t tell you his plans for after the show or what time he’d be back at. The past few days he’d been distant. It was unlike him considering how close you’d been for the past few months.
Apart from rehearsals and performing you’d been practically inseparable since you started dating, but now it sort of felt like he was slipping away.
He got back to the hotel room after midnight, you had reruns of an old sitcom from your childhood playing on the TV while you had been waiting for him.
“You’re late tonight.” You smile at him as he comes through the door.
“Yeah.” He says gruffly.
“You okay?” You ask, “You’re usually in a more talkative mood.”
“Been a long day.” He shrugged.
“Yeah I get it. I just feel like we haven’t spent much time together recently.”
“Yeah, because I’m working.” He snapped, “I’ve had a show like every day.”
“No, I know that-”
“Well clearly not.”
“I was just trying to be nice, no need to go all moody on me.” You roll your eyes.
“You just don’t understand what it’s like for me.”
“I don’t understand?” You scoffed, “Harry I’ve given up everything for you. I cancelled the lease on my apartment, I quit my job, I left my fiancée. Just so I could come with you on this damn tour.”
“I didn’t fucking ask you to do any of that.” He said angrily, “You done all of that on your own, don’t fucking blame that on me.”
“Stop yelling at me.”
“Then stop being a fuckin’ brat.”
You shook your head, not believing what was happening right now.
“I told you that this wasn’t going to work out, right from the beginning. I told you we should’ve just left it in Miami, but you wanted to keep it going.”
“We both wanted to keep it going, you were just too much of a coward to commit yourself to it. You can’t commit, Harry, to anything.”
He slammed his fist against the wall, knuckles turning red with the force he hit the plasterboard. His face was red with anger. With a combination of his drunken state and the heat of this argument, this was one of the worst tempers you’d ever seen from him.
“I commit. I commit every single day. To this job, this life.”
“But you can’t commit to me?” You shout, tears welling up in your eyes, “I’m just asking for a little respect here.”
“This just isn’t working out.” He said.
You’d tried to stay strong throughout this, but as soon as those words left his lips you couldn’t help but to start crying. Tears flowed down your cheeks and sobs escaped your mouth.
Harry just stood and watched.
He stood emotionless, watching you break down in front of him, every emotion you were feeling was caused by him and he looked as if he didn’t care.
“I think you should go back to Miami. Coming on the rest of the tour isn’t a good idea.”
You felt sick. You felt like you were going to vomit everywhere. A mixture of different thoughts flooded your brain.
Where would you go? You had no apartment.
How would you get a flight? You had no money.
Harry had made a promise to you that he’d take care of you while he was on the road, and now he’s here breaking that promise in a million different ways.
“You’re an asshole.”
“You should’ve listened to me before. This wouldn’t be happening right now.”
“So what went wrong, huh? You bored of me? You found someone else? Or has the alcohol just made you honest for the first time since I’ve known you.”
“God, I’ve not found someone else. There is no one else can’t you fucking see that?”
“Then why are you doing this? Why are you hurting me for no reason.” It was hard to breathe through the crying. It had already been a long day, but coming home to this had made it so much worse, “You’re standing there watching me get myself into such a state and you look like you couldn’t care less.“
“There’s always a reason.” He shouts, “Always a fucking reason.”
“Then you need to tell me. Help me understand why you’re just giving up on this. On us.”
Your heart was beating out your chest. This man, in the few months you had been together, had become your whole life. And now you were loosing him for what seemed like forever.
“If something happened to you I’d never forgive myself.”
“Nothings going to happen, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Those photographers yesterday were just the start. Ever since people found out about us, your whole safety has been jeopardised. I will not let anything happen to you because of me.”
“Harry-”
“No.” He interrupts, “You wanted an explanation so let me talk.”
“As long as you’re with me you’re not safe. People will stalk you and invade on your privacy for as long as I’m in the public eye. This isn’t the life either of us want for you.”
“I don’t give a shit about all of that, I just want you.”
“I can’t let you give up all your privacy just for me. That’s not fair.”
“This should be my decision, Harry.” You argue.
He shakes his head.
“Why couldn’t you just tell me, instead of putting on the whole asshole act.”
“I needed you to listen. I still need you to listen.”
“I am listening.”
“Well you’re not hearing me properly then. We need to be over. We can’t keep this,” He gestures between you both, “up, because it means you’re not safe.”
“Then up the security, get me a bodyguard.”
He shakes his head, and for the first time since this conversation began you could see sadness in his eyes.
“You and I both know that you don’t want a bodyguard following you around for the rest of your life.”
He reaches for your hand, placing his lips against the back of it softly.
“I’ll sort out a flight and somewhere for you to stay, don’t worry about that. This isn’t what I want to happen, it’s what needs to happen. And if somehow, somewhere in the future we’re brought back together then we will be. Just… Not right now.”
Deep down you knew he was right. The insane photographer trying to get in your cab the other night was a step too far, and no doubt something like that could happen again on a bigger more dangerous scale.
But you didn’t want to loose him.
Right person. Wrong time.
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phoebepheebsphibs · 2 months
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Working on chapter 12 of Hide and Seek...
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It's a doozy, I'm thinking I might have to split it in half... 🥲😓
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icycoldninja · 1 month
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Those eyes (Sephiroth x Reader angst)
Sephiroth's eyes, a shining turquoise tinged with mako green, and slit-like pupils, were regarded as terrifying by most people, but this was usually because whenever they looked into those eyes, they were met with certain death. But not you. No, Sephiroth would and could never terrify you. Whenever you looked into those dazzling eyes, you were filled with a sense of astonishment, of infatuation. Sephiroth's eyes had a soothing effect on you; when you made eye contact with him, you felt calmer and safer than usual. Sephiroth's gaze was always filled with warmth when it was directed towards you, always full of love and care.
So why was it so unsettling now?
Why were those beautiful, beautiful eyes of his making you shiver so?
Why was looking directly at them so difficult?
Why were you afraid?
Your knees were shaking, your entre body trembling as you beheld the winged monstrosity floating before you. No, how could you say such a thing? He wasn't a monster, just misunderstood! Right? Wasn't he?
Or were you just deluding yourself into thinking that, trying to justify your lover's actions? Was he even fit to be called your lover? No, stop thinking thoughts like that, of course he was, he was Sephiroth, your beloved!
"Join me," He intoned, stretching out his leather-clad hand. "We can rule the world together, free of the influence of those humans." Something inside you compelled you to take his hand, to allow him to drag you into whatever world waited beyond. At the same time, however, a part of you wanted to run away; to turn tail and dash away as fast as you possibly can and get away from this freak of nature.
No, this was wrong--why were you thinking such evil thoughts like these?! Sephiroth was your lover! You loved him! How dare you regard him as a freak? He wasn't! You knew he wasn't!
It seemed as though Sephiroth could read your mind, as his quiet smile quickly melted into a disappointed frown. His mako-tinged eyes, normally glittering with life, grew cold and dark. You'd never seen him look so hurt; it destroyed you to think that he was feeling this way because of you and your hesitance.
"I see," He mumbled, withdrawing his hand despondently. his eyes, filled with pain and sorrow, lingered on you for a few more moments. You reached out half-heartedly, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, unable to come out. You hated seeing him like this; you wanted to comfort him, to tell him that you loved him, and that you would gladly follow him anywhere, but you didn't. You couldn't. All you could do was stand there in hesitance, terrified and frustrated all at the same time.
Sephiroth closed his eyes and let out a small, barely auditable sigh. "So, you have made your decision." These words filled you with panic; you wanted nothing more than to shout your disagreement; to tell him that you hadn't made a choice, that you were conflicted and didn't know what to do! Unfortunately, those words wadded up in your throat as well, practically welding your mouth shut.
With another crestfallen sigh, Sephiroth turned around and began striding away, leaving you standing there, fists clenched, lip trembling, but unable to do or say anything.
Little did you know that as he walked away,those gorgeous eyes of Sephiroth's overflowed with hot, salty tears brought on by unfounded feelings of sadness, anger, and betrayal.
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ladyanidala · 7 months
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Has Kanera taken over my thoughts???
Do I even need to give you the answer?
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znerac · 10 months
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Hey (I never know how to start asking stuff)
Could I have a fic base on this cover version I think it make a great Pedro pascal fic (or one of his characters)(I think the cover sound more heartbreaking)
https://youtu.be/aQ-vU28uPb0
(King of Leon-dancing on my own)
Thank u
From abby
Got a good angst idea from this!! Hope it was what you were going for!
No pronouns except they/them were used for a reader-friendly Experience :)
Song cover
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Warning: heavy angst, abandoning, abandonment issues, crying, hurt/comfort, mutual pining. Summary: Pedro invites his best friend to a bar, who has had a thing for him for years. Pedro inevitably forgets about the readers existance as he talk to a girl on the other side of the club. Where the reader gets feels and breaks down. A/N: i LOVE me some good angst! Hopefully the little spark of romance at the end fits nicely :) I've been conjuring up this idea since the ping!
Dancing On My Own
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You and Pedro have been friends for ages, early in your teen years you guys had met. Secretly, you had always had a bit of a crush on your guy-friend. But in fear of rejection, you had kept those feelings for over twenty years. And he never made a move on you so you assumed he didn't feel like you did.
You sat on the island stool as Pedro shrugged on a jacket, smiling over at you. "Excited? We haven't been out in a few weeks." he chimed, planting his palms on the island counter. You gave him a warm smile, nodding. "Oh, yeah. I've been looking forward to some Pedrito time" you hummed, hopping off the stool. He snickered at the name, brushing his hands on his jeans before heading to the door. "Think we'll need to get an uber tonight?" you ask, and he shook his head. "Nahh, I'm not plannin on getting that drunk. Just loose and dancy" he said with a grin. Those beautiful brown eyes staring into yours. You were glad to have such an opportunity to have him look at you so often.
Walking to his car, you called dibs on the aux. Knowing he would of handed it to you anyways, but you liked the spunk in your step. Hopping into the passenger seat, and snatching the aux. Giddily changing it to your favorite playlist and looking over at Pedro with a smile as he did with you. Sinking his foot on the pedal and getting out of the driveway.
"Jesus, you've been playing this song since we were teenagers" Pedro said, chuckling softly. "Oh please, says the man who puts on the same chilean song on repeat for hours" you teased, making him bat his hand at you playfully. "Its a good song!!" he defended, ultimately accepting the defeat and stopping at a red light. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before we hit the club?" he asks, and you nod. "I could definitely eat some five guys right now" you said with a knowing glare, Pedro let out a fake moan, "God you know me so welll.." he said with a smile, the thought of his favorite fast food restaurant filling his senses. "Alright. Five guys and then the club. On it" you say with a tap to the dash.
Dinner was great, you laughed as Pedro took his sweet time eating his burger and drinking that strawberry milkshake of his. While you were done and snacking on the complimentary peanuts. You didn't mind though, soaking up every second with your best friend. After all, his work is busy and you were missing having time with him.
Once you both were happy and full, Pedro drove the two of you to the bar he had in mind. One that was usually not so crowded, but tonight was apparently different, there was a good crowd.
You and pedro sat at the bar and ordered a couple drinks, sipping at them and chatting, like the good old days when you first turned 20. The memories planting a sweet smile on your face. Pedro furrowed his brows, "what are you smiling about?" he teases, nudging your shoulder. Snapping from your trance, you hummed "thinkin about when we first turned twenty and came to a bar like this" you said, sipping on the bitter drink you had. Pedro nodded "reminicing? Jesus your old" he joked, making you roll your eyes and sip on your drink.
There was a good hour where you two sat, chatted and drank. Occasionally speaking with the occasional stranger. Until a song that came on that made you both spring up to your feet. "Shit, Pedro, this is our song!!" you yipped, dragging him to the dance floor. He laughs, "Our song? You mean the song that-" you interrupted "-That was playing when i crashed into you during the valentines day dance! Yes! The day we met" you said with a playful wink, taking his hands and twirling the man in front of you. "Right, the night you ultimately ruined my life with your presence" he joked back, shaking his hips and pulling from your grip.
You laughed, "oh shut up! I made your life better you little ass" you yelled, the music and chatter making it hard to hear each other. Pedro chuckled, "sure you did" he retorts, then looks over as a pretty woman taps his shoulder. "Hey, can i dance with ya?" she asks, Pedro looking over at you to make sure you were alright with it. You gave him a simple nod, "I'll grab another drink, check in when your done dancing" you said, giving Pedro an honest smile before walking off the dance floor and getting to the bar. It was nice seeing Pedro get along with people, and he was good with checking in on you. So you weren't worried. Ordering another drink as you sat on a stool and chatted up the bar tender.
Well, Half an hour went on and Pedro hadn't come to say anything. But you brushed it off, ordering another drink. And then another when he didn't show an hour later. You bit your lip, anxious that he'd maybe gotton kidnapped or something. But with a simple turn of your stool you saw the opposite. Pedro was in the corner with the same chick, Talking her up with a grand smile, even gently touching her arm in an attempt to flirt. You held your breath, you weren't against him meeting some new girl or whatever. But it just itched at you that maybe he forgot about you.
You glanced at the bartender, asking for a few shots to loosen yourself up more. And when you glanced back at pedro, your stomach dropped seeing him all over her. Kissing and touching one another like they were the only ones in the room. Your gut made your voice crack as you asked for a few more shots. Downing them all at once. Sure, it was dumb to drink your feelings out. But it just hurt seeing him so interested in somebody like that. Especially after hiding your feelings for him for so long. You sat on your stool, fighting back the burning of tears threatening to fall. And you looked at the bartender, sliding your card over to pay for your drinks. Pedro wasn't going to come back, you knew that.
It felt like a sharp object impaled your stomach, taking your card back and getting to your feet, feeling your stomach twist as you saw pedro in the corner booth with that woman. You swallowed the lump in your throat and left the bar, unsure of where you were exactly going, but you couldn't be in there. Knowing that he forgot about you, knowing he wouldn't come back and likely take that chick to bed. You felt like throwing up. Holding your stomach as you walked down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling to the cement.
The alcohol quickly rutted into your system, making you dizzy. You needed to sit somewhere, finding a bench and sitting as you held your stomach. You felt alone, sad, and heartbroken. A sob catching in your throat, erupting as tears fell out of your eyes. Eventually you saw a cop car pull up, and a male officer stepped out. Anxiety crept through your throat as you wiped your tears away and looked up at the officer now standing above you. "You alright there bud?" he asked, full well knowing you weren't. You shook your head. "I'm drunk, sad, and i just, i don't know what i want" you shuddered. The officer nodded, putting a hand out. "I'll give you a ride home. Its dangerous bein out this late." he said, and you deliberately took his hand, uncaring if this was unsafe. Stepping into a cops car. It was likely to turn out fine, but you still had to play the 'what if' game.
Sliding into the passenger seat, you sniffed as you buckled yourself in. The officer taking the drivers seat. "Alright, where do ya live? I'll take you home nice and safe" he said, looking over at you. For some reason the officers caring eyes made you break a small smile, telling him your address. Thanking the universe for an easy way home.
"Whats got you all upset?" he asked, eyes keen on the road, "boy problems?" he joked softly, trying to up the mood. You frowned and let out a small sob, to which he frowned at. "Sorry." he mumbled out. The rest of the ride silent, but comfortable. You sincerely thanked him before stumbling inside of your house, kicking your shoes off and heading upstairs. Falling into your bed and letting your tears take over. Sobbing as you felt broken, being forgotton was a fear of yours. And when it came to life, with your best friend.. You couldn't help but feel worse.
At some point you fell asleep, but woke up around three in the morning to hear your phone dinging and vibrating. Deliriously picking it up and answering the phone call. Humming to indicate you were there.
"Fuck, finally! Where did you go? I've been trying to call you for ages!"
You knew that voice. Pedro's concerned tone made you choke out a sob, remembering how he left you alone for hours. "I- are you okay? Whats wrong?" he asked, but you couldn't get yourself to answer, croaking out an 'im sorry' before hanging up.
Around half an hour went by before you heard your front door swing open. You didn't care to get up, laying helplessly in bed as your thoughts took over you. But moments later, Pedro stood in your doorframe, soft eyes looking over at you. "Oh honey-" he said softly, walking to your side and sitting on the bed, hand coming to rest on your leg. "What happened? Did some guy hurt ya? Whats wrong-"
"Pedro" you mumbled out, not even bothering to wipe your tears this time. "You left me for hours.. Didn't say anything to me" you said weakly, "then you were all over that chick.. Obviously you wanted nothing to do with me.. So i left" you whispered, catching a sob in your throat. Pedro looked down at you, his eyes saddening. "I'm sorry.. I- just got distracted-" he said, noticing how his excused meant nothing. "I.. Really am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel forgotten. Please forgive me" he said, feeling his own gut drop and swirl around.
You whimpered, covering yourself more with the blanket you had covering yourself. "Pedro.. Have you ever.. Like, Liked me?" you asked, avoiding his gaze. When he said nothing, you let out a shaky sigh. "I-i've been in love with you for years.. Pedro.. But you never seemed interested so i didn't say anything" you started, "but you always made sure i was there, made sure you had time for me. Maybe thats why i stuck to you"
You bit your lip, looking over at his soft face. Pedro sighed, "look i.. I didn't know. I should of though about you." he says, "if I'm being completely honest i thought you were never interested in me, so i never tried to say something.. But your on my mind every single day. I promise." he admitted, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. "I love you, so much. And i.. Want to make it up to you. What i did was shitty. I don't know why i was so blind." he stated, running his fingers through your hair.
You sobbed quietly, "do you really mean it?" you croaked, looking up at him. Pedro nodded, hand caressing and resting on your cheek. "I love you. I have been in love with you for so long.. Hearing you say how you feel just makes me realize how dumb i was for not taking my chances with such an amazing and gorgeous person like you" he said with a soft smile.
You couldn't help but crack a smile, "i-i love you to" you said softly, then eyes shifting to his lips. He chuckled, "I'm not going to make another mistake like that. I'm gonna treat you right.." he said, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. "Starting now.." he mumbles, leaning down and connecting your lips in a soft and loving kiss.
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A/N: okay i might of been half asleep writing this but i hope you enjoyed at least! I know i enjoyed writing this! Not proofread because im tired and want this out ××
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antichrist-lmk-au · 8 days
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Ouch I’m not enjoying this chapter. Mostly because the next like- four atm are very full of action and stuff while this one is pretty chill,, so I’m sorry about that! But this stuff had to happen. I don’t know maybe it’s not as bad as I think it is. It’s not that long so!!
But Chapter 12 will also have a pretty gorey scene- I’ll make sure to place a warning again! But that should be it for a bit…maybe
Hope you all have a great day!
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auroravictorium · 1 year
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the great war (interlude) (k.b.)
somewhere in the haze, got a sense i've been betrayed.
Summary: a betrayal takes place in the gray city of ketterdam.
Pairing(s): references kaz brekker & reader (mostly established relationship) but they are not in this one!
Word Count: ~1.4k
Warnings: betrayal, mentions of drinking/drug use
Genre: angst
Author's Note: this is a piece solely for plot for those who are reading midnights as a series! i promise kaz and reader will be back in the next chapter :D see my grishaverse masterlist for the rest of the midnights series :)
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The streets of Ketterdam were slick and icy. A gray haze had descended over the city in the night, bringing with it poor weather that wreaked havoc over the miserable dock workers as they unloaded cargo, made minor fixes to trading ships, and passed kruge from hand to hand. A few men had slipped and fallen into the harbor, stretching numbers thin and guaranteeing they wouldn't meet their product quota. The boss would not be pleased.
The remaining workers were so focused on avoiding Kaz Brekker's wrath that they didn't notice a cloaked figure hurrying by on the sidewalk. 
Their steps were quick and unaffected by the thick layers of ice over every horizontal surface, and their fur-lined cloak swept against the ground as they rushed by. If the men looked up from their work, they would have noticed how the figure moved with unnatural grace. Their hands, catching the dim moonlight through the thick clouds, were smooth and uncalloused, unusual for a resident on this side of Ketterdam. They did not fit in; by some act of the Saints, nobody noticed or questioned them, and they proceeded down the East Stave undetected by the working Dregs.
The figure made their way down the canal, past the beggars and prostitutes lingering in dark alleys, hoping for quick kruge to get them off the streets. The cloaked form had been there once, had once thanked Kaz Brekker for saving her from an endless cycle of extending warm hands to anyone who would give her kruge in exchange for a night of occupying their bed.
She stepped into the roaring atmosphere of the Emerald Palace and pulled her hood down. She looked around for the last person she should ever be speaking to, and she felt the weight of what she was about to do set in. Was putting Ketterdam at war with itself worth it?
If all went to plan, she wouldn't need to ponder that question long. She would be long out of the city by the time it unraveled.
"A seat, miss?" Someone said beside her, making her jolt in surprise. She whirled and looked up at a towering Dime Lion with crooked teeth stained orange. His breath reeked of alcohol and something metallic, and she nearly gagged.
Instead, she lifted her chin and forced herself to meet his gaze. "No. I wish to speak to Pekka Rollins."
The Dime Lion was silent for a second, and then he started to laugh. The sound was so loud and obnoxious that it gathered the attention of more Dime Lions and even a few patrons. She shrunk under the undesired attention, but she didn't make a run for it like every cell in her screamed to do. It was too late for that.
"You can't just walk in here and demand to speak to the boss, miss," the man finally got out. He chuckled between his words. "A spot at one of the tables would be much more likely."
"I have information regarding Kaz Brekker," she said through her teeth. An embarrassed flush crawled up her cheeks. "And I think your boss will want to hear it if he hopes to keep this," she gestured around them, "afloat."
The name caught the Dime Lion's attention, and his laughter faded. He seemed to size her up now, realizing that she was serious. His demeanor abruptly sobered. "You've got courage. I'll give you that." He scanned her from head to toe. "Fine. Two minutes." Before she could say anything, he hooked his filthy hand around her upper arm and pulled her after him.
He marched her down a corridor to an elaborately carved door. He rapped his knuckles twice, pushed it open, and nearly dragged her inside. Once she stood in front of a thick mahogany desk, he released her and slammed the door shut.
"This woman claims to have information about Brekker," the man drawled, making the man behind the desk look up and fix his gaze on Amalia. His face was flushed and his mustache was poorly groomed. His coat was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen, and she could feel her powers underneath her skin, begging to be let out and used on the man before her.
But Pekka Rollins was not a man she wanted to touch or fix. The only man she wanted to be near was back in Ravka. She was doing this for him.
Rollins looked her up and down, and she didn't miss how his eyes lingered at some points during his examination. She wanted to peel her skin off and dash for the exit.
It's too late. Tell him what you know, and think about home and Ilya.
"Speak," Rollins finally said. He sat back in his chair and flipped over the piece of parchment he was looking at so that the blank side was facing up.
"Kaz Brekker brought a girl to me to receive her tattoo." The words came out in a rush, and Amalia reminded herself to breathe. She struggled to do so normally, and her lungs burned in the smoky air of the office.
"So?" The man before her was unimpressed. He looked like he wanted to kick her out for daring to come before him with something insignificant.
"He never brings them himself. He always sends them alone with enough kruge to tempt them to take it and run."
Rollins leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. "So, Brekker has a plaything? That is the information you've brought to me?" He tilted his head, evaluating her with beady eyes. "Prove it."
"They kissed outside my parlor before I tattooed her." She fidgeted with her hands in front of her. For a moment, she felt like she was sitting on the cold Ketterdam streets before a could-be client as they decided whether to take her to bed. "And I watched them walk away. He looked at her like she meant something to him."
Pekka Rollins was silent for a few long moments, considering the evidence before him. "What is her name?"
"Y/N. She's well-known within the Dregs."
Rollins shifted his eyes behind Amalia, looking at the orange-toothed man awaiting instructions. A silent communication passed between them. "What do you expect in return for this?"
"Safe passage to Ravka and enough coin to get me to Arkesk." Amalia lifted her chin again. She didn't receive nearly enough kruge from the infrequent Dregs sent by Brekker. All of it went toward keeping herself alive. Betraying the Dregs was her only chance to get back to Ilya after her parents had cast her out years ago.
The man in front of her sat back in his seat. "There's a ship leaving out of Fourth Harbor at dawn, bound for Os Kervo." He reached into his desk and pulled out a small pouch filled with kruge. "Do not be late." He tossed it to her, and she caught it gracefully.
She nearly choked on the words as she murmured, "Thank you." She held the pouch of kruge close to her heart, cradling it like she did with her hope of getting home.
"Get her out. We have much to discuss." Rollins waved his hand, and the man behind Amalia grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back out of Rollins's office.
He dragged her back down the corridor and into the crisp winter air. "Thank you for the tip, miss," the man hissed in her ear, then pushed her roughly back toward where she came. She staggered forward and down the street a few blocks before ducking into a well-lit alley and leaning against the wall.
Amalia looked down at the pouch of kruge in her hand and peered into it, a seed of suspicion blooming within her. It had been too easy.
Each coin in the pouch was full of holes, and horror dawned on her. There would be no ship leaving from Fourth Harbor, and she was right back where she started with no leverage and no protection from either of the gangs in the city.
Come dawn, Kaz Brekker would be hunting her down, and Pekka Rollins would be laughing about how naive she'd been to believe that he would hand over that much coin.
The city would collapse into chaos, and she would be trapped in the middle like she feared. Amalia sunk down to the ground and covered her mouth with her hand as sobs wracked her body. The fur-lined coat around her shoulders couldn't protect her from the shudders shaking her from the inside out.
She'd betrayed and been betrayed in return.
Such was the unforgiving nature of Ketterdam.
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noenvyy · 9 months
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WIP weekend! Rough Nie Yao sketch as art for my recent fic "A Good Man is Hard to Find, (Or the Conflict Bastard's Guide to getting a Good Night's Sleep)" Based on the lovely @mostlikelytofangirl 's awesome fic "All Men are the Same"
You can find the link to both fics here:
A Good Man Is Hard to Find
"All Men are the Same"
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does anyone know some good angsty fanfic about will solace? not ones where hes a supporting character or anything like that, but where hes the one the angst is about?
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destiel-wings · 1 year
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What if Dean confessed here?
My fic where he does hit 1000 hits today and I'm so proud 💖
Maybe I'll write a sequel someday, but in the meantime, mind the tags, it's angsty.
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viccyfics · 3 months
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"I hate my smile, I always have done. I hate how big my teeth are and how human they are, they were terrible to use for hunting in the pit so I tried ripping them out... But they always grew back."
taken from my latest posted chapter
(Sinful Pencil Strokes chapter 3)
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mademoisellefantasy · 5 months
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I may have found the single best fanfiction on this website!!! I mean, the writing style, the letters, the relationships between the characters, THE FINALE OF CHAPTER 1 😳😳
This fanfic singlehandedly revived my love for Steve/Bucky after years of me not caring at all about the MCU.
Do yourself a favour and read it!
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phoebepheebsphibs · 14 days
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Fic update it's based off <-
@boots-with-the-fur-club
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icycoldninja · 1 month
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He picked Rose (Raiden x Reader angst)
You'd had a crush on Raiden from the moment you'd met and had kept that secret for as long as you could remember, as you were too shy and too afraid to confess to him.
You thought that with time, you'd rack up the courage to tell him how you felt, but every time you thought you were ready, you saw him with his gentle, quiet eyes and sweet smile, and everything you'd accumulated over the days just flew out the window.
This pattern continued for several years. You would spend your nights pining and planning, convincing yourself that you could do this and that the worst he could say is no, only to have all your meticulously pre-planned words get stuck in your throat, leaving you a stuttering, nervous wreck. At times, you'd get frustrated with yourself, insecure that Raiden would think of you as a weirdo for never being able to talk properly for more than 5 minutes when you were around him. At other times, you'd become jealous of Rose, and how she always seemed to be hanging out with Raiden, helping him on missions, giving him advice, taking him to movies.
Before you knew it, your frustration and insecurities with yourself evolved and merged into a single emotion that was directed towards that woman--no--that bitch. You quickly grew angry and spiteful towards her, jealous that she got along with Raiden better than you did, and somehow still had the audacity to manipulate and use him. It made your blood boil, seeing the two of them together. How dare she? She didn't even love him--she was using him! So why was Raiden friendlier towards her? Why couldn't you do what she did? What did she have that you didn't?
A lot, it seemed, as very soon, it was confirmed that the two of them were dating. When you showed up to work one day, he and Rose approached you, wide grins on their faces. Rose excitedly informed you that she and "Jack", as she called him, were dating, and that they couldn't have been happier. Her words meant nothing to you; the soft smile on Raiden's face, did. It was proof that he had found someone else; that you'd missed your chance and that there was virtually no hope for you to ever be with Raiden. In that single moment, your heart was crushed entirely, the love of your life having been swept out from under your feet. From that point on, you changed.
The jealousy and rage you felt towards Rose soon became too much to be kept inside; it was now being displayed through your behavior and mannerisms towards her. You were aloof and distant towards her, sometimes downright ignoring her, while still managing to be friendly and polite around Raiden. He noticed this, and soon, he confronted you about it.
"Why are you so cold to Rose?" He asked, striding after you as you traveled through the familiar paths that led you home. "Answer me." He reached out and gripped your arm, preventing you from leaving. "Why?" You bit down hard on your lip, resentment flowing through your veins. What was it any of his business? Why did he care? Why should he care? Didn't he see that this woman was all wrong for him--that you would be a better option? "I just don't get it," You finally mumbled, yanking your arm away and clenching your fists. "Why do you love her so much? Why do you care about her? Why did you choose her over me?"
Raiden looked at you confusedly for a few moments before the reality of the situation dawned upon him. "All this time...?" You growled, turning away from him and hurrying down the street. Raiden made no attempt to go after you, after all, why would he?
He always picked Rose over you.
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nclgsticore · 7 months
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I'm A Monster
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Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine
𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Summary: Alcina had a bad day and she lashed it out at you, regretting it afterwards
Warning: Angst (Very angsty), mentioning of blood, shitty alcina, mean alcina, hurt reader, very sad, indeed.
Y/n's 2nd POV
You have a tray of food for Alcina as you walk upstairs, seeing the door to her room is closed shut as usual. Sounds of papers scramble and her voice echoes in the hallway as you knock on the door, hearing her asking you to come in. You know her mood isn't at the best rate these days, but she needs her usual meal or she'll get sick.
"Yes, come in." Her voice indicates that she is not in a mood for fun right now.
"My Lady, it's me." You close the door behind your back before walking towards her table, holding the tray firmly in your hands.
"What do you want?" Alcina's eyes are still sticking to the papers.
"You haven't ate anything since last night. You'll get sick" The tray is now on the tableside, just when you walk back to the side of her table, looking at her dearly.
"I'll eat later." She answers shortly.
"Are you sure?" I ask, holding her arm.
"Yes, you can go now"
"Alcina..."
"What?!" She looks at you with anger.
"Please..." You hold her arm softly, caressing them gently, because it usually work to cool her down, but
"What do you want Y/n? Can't you see I'm busy?!" A step back is taken, she's already standing up and hovering over you, upset.
"I-I..."
Alcina suddenly chokes you with her dominant hand, causing you to lift up in the air an inch or two, she's damn strong. Damn it.
"Listen here you little girl. You think because I let you into my private space, I'll listen to you?!" Her golden eyes stares you down as if you're her enemy, burning with fire. You try to talk, but also small whispers could crawl off your mouth from the pressure she puts on your neck.
"I- No Al-"
"Don't you dare call me by that name! You're just a stupid maiden, DO YOU GET ME?!" She lashes, lifting you up higher, making you try to wiggle out but failed. Her grasp is getting tighter, and your vision starts getting blurry.
"I'm sorry-"
"ALL YOU DO IS JUST APOLOGISE! YOU ARE VERY PATHETIC, ANNOYING, AND STUPID!" Her claws are out and you are scared at what she is going to do before you feel a sharp stinging pain on your stomach.
She scratched you...
Why...
"That's for being nosy and remember that or I'll give you more than that, maiden"
She pushes you to the wall next to the door to her chamber, as you look at her in horror while holding onto your bleeding side.
"GET OUT!" You quickly scramble out of her room, closing the door in a rush before plopping in front of her door, with tears rolling down your cheeks. Thank God her children are out for their hunting routine as you slowly walk towards the dungeon, where the maiden's room are.
Alcina's POV
I look down at my body, seeing Y/n's blood spattered on the upper part of my dress and on my hands...
Oh dear, what have I done?
I look over at the food she brought me, it's one of my favourite meals that she usually prepares. My feet immediately walks towards my bathroom, taking a robe with me after taking my accessories and hat off, taking my blodied dress off as fast as I could with tears.
I hurt her.
I hurt the girl I love.
I'm a monster.
Tears keep running down my face as I wash my dress with fear in my head. She's going to get an infection from that. I cut her so deep. Oh my god.
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
Forgive me-
"Îmi pare atât de rău fata mea dulce"
taglist; @emsmultiverse
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