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musings-ofthe-unamused · 2 months ago

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Hi sorry to bother you I heard that your requests are open is this true if so then may I request a Vander x dragon wife reader where the reader saves not only the kids but Vander as well from silco and the explosion of the crystals and she scares silco and his gang and she gets scared that her kids and husband are going to be afraid of her but are relieved find out that her kids are amazed and her husband loves her even more basically it's against and fluff mixed together you can ignore this if you want sorry to bother you.

A/N: Ooo, how interesting! I'll try to write this to the best of my ability!

Warnings: Mild violence, very mild angst

Word Count: 808

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You knew that you couldn't hide forever. You tried to be upfront about who you really were. There was no hiding the scales that lined your arms or the wings that protruded from your back. But there was hiding how this wasn't your only form. Being a hybrid meant you could shift into a full dragon. And no one knew you could do that. Not even your husband.

Silco had been a sore spot for Vander. If you were being honest, it was sore for you as well. There was so much regret, so much pain that it had been building up into a constant warning that threatened your happy life with Vander and the kids. And when Silco finally made his move, you saw everything start to crumble.

You begged Vander to be careful. That he was dragging the kids into something they couldn't handle. But no one listened. You silently cursed to yourself as you kept yourself hidden on the rooftop. You had followed the kids here after they refused to stay home. You couldn't just let them go into this alone. When you married Vander, you had promised to keep them safe. You definitely couldn't keep them out of trouble, but this was the next best thing.

There was something wrong. You could see Silco talking to a group of people in front of a locked door. Vander was most likely behind that door. You thought you had seen Vi, Mylo, and Claggor sneak into the room. But where was Powder? Did something happen? Did Vi make her stay home?

You heard a banging noise. You looked back down to see Silco's crew trying to break into the room. They must've noticed that the kids were trying to break Vander out. You needed to do something. But your body was frozen. You didn't want to shift. It would ruin everything. You worked so hard for this life, that-

"Powder!"

Powder was on the roof above the room. She had one of her contraptions in her hand, twisting the dial on the back. You tried to rush over there as quickly as possible. She tossed the makeshift bomb forward. It started to glow blue, getting brighter and brighter. You wouldn't make it in time if you didn't shift. This would ruin everything. But you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if the people you loved got hurt.

With a roar, you transformed into your full dragon form. Everything was a blur. You hit the bomb as far away as you could. It bounced at the opposite side of the bridge before blowing up. The blast was enough to send your giant body stumbling forward. You flapped your wings, steadying yourself once again, diving down and bursting into the room where they held Vander.

You tried to ignore their expressions of disbelief. You scooped up Vander and all of the kids before flying up into the sky. You looked downwards. Silco was staring up at you with pure fear. You squeezed your eyes shut and looked away. You hoped that your husband didn't have the same expression.

Once you were at a safe distance, you slowly landed with a thump. You set everyone down before shifting back into your normal form. You turned away, unable to even look at them. They probably saw you as a monster. A lying, terrifying monster. You were half expecting them to scream and run away in terror. But there was just a deafening silence.

"Thank you." Vander spoke your name softly. Your shoulders tensed. "You saved us."

You kept your back turned. "Of course I did. Why would I not save my family?"

"That was awesome!!" Powder shouted. You heard her bouncing around. "I can't believe you can turn into an actual dragon!"

You turned around, your eyes wide. "What?"

Miles nodded in agreement. "You saved our asses back there."

"I totally thought we were gonna die until you came." Claggor responded.

"It was pretty great." Vi smiled up at you. "Silco's terrified expression was hilarious."

You were in shock. They weren't… scared. They actually looked at you with respect and admiration. Your eyes welled with tears. You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a muffled sob. Vander immediately went to your side. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you into a hug.

"Don't cry, love. Everything is okay."

"I just-" You let out a shuddering breath. "I thought that you guys would hate me. That you would see me as some… scary monster."

Vander scoffed. "How could we ever think that?"

"You're the best!" Powder shouted, running up and hugging you.

The others joined, making it a group hug. You laughed in surprise. "You guys…"

Vander's voice was soft. "We will accept you no matter what. We love you."

"I love you guys too."

#x reader #fanfic #arcane #arcane x reader #vander #vander x reader #arcane vander #arcane vander x reader #vander arcane

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ask-postcrash-curly · 2 months ago

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Hey Curly.

I don’t blame you for not being super excited about rescue, to be honest I’ve been a little nervous about it myself.

What if they don’t have good medical supplies? Or what if they do, but they have to put you in a coma or something? What if we won’t be able to talk to you anymore? How will things change when you get back on earth? Will everyone make it out okay? Will pony express get brought to justice?

What if whatever has been letting us talk to you doesn’t work when you’re on earth? What if it’s only when you’re in space—or only when you’re injured and unable to communicate?

I’ve wondered a lot about our purpose in all this. We helped provide light in your darkest days (well, most of us did). We helped prevent the worst outcome. We fulfilled our duty. Once you’re rescued, will there be a place for us anymore…?

Hopefully you’ll at least still be able to talk to Kind Words and Kestrel—they got they psychic connection stuff going on. And I don’t know if anyone here is from the same universe as u are, but if they are I guess there’s the possibility of finding you and reconnecting online or in person…

If we are cut off from you and never able to speak to you again…

I think I could accept that. It’d make me sad, and I’d miss you, and I know you’d miss us too, but… just knowing you’d be okay, that you were recovering and living your life and stuff, I think I’d be able to let you go. You won’t be alone. You’ll have your friends and family to support you. I know you’ve felt like everyone moved on without you, but you’re an amazing person, and I’m sure so many people would be happy to have you back in their life. And you have your crew. And it’s never too late to make new friendships as well.

Even if it wasn’t by… the best method, you’ll finally be free from Pony Express and Jimmy. You’ll finally be able to rediscover who you are without them, and learn to… live again. No more walking around on eggshells. No more being jerked around across the galaxy, unable to connect with anyone from your life back on earth and under awful working conditions.

Recovery will be tough, and scary, but you will get better. You’ll get skin grafts and prosthetics and stuff, yeah? And they got that eye tracking technology—so even if your throat/vocal cords don’t recover, or while they’re recovering, you’ll still be able to communicate, yeah? No more feeling completely trapped in your body, voiceless and powerless.

I think part of me always kinda knew… this couldn’t last forever. That sooner or later we’d lose you, or be cut off from you. Knowing the other possible outcomes… this one is probably the best. You’re safe(ish), and alive, and you’re gonna be saved. A lot better than the outcome I thought we’d be stuck with—you stuck in a frozen limbo, us never knowing if you’d ever be saved or just die there… so, knowing how much worse things could be, I guess I should complain, even if saying goodbye is still…sad.

Sure, there’s always been the possibility in my mind of us sticking with you even when you’re back on earth, but it’s also always seemed a bit… unrealistic. We’d probably cause some problems for you—hearing voices all the time while going about your daily life, trying to focus on conversations with someone right in front of you while these mental conversations are constantly going on… might make you seem a bit, I dunno, strange. Might make it harder to reintegrate and all that.

But well. Who knows what the future holds. I guess anything could happen, so there’s no point in worrying about it. Just gotta hope for the best, and keep moving forward I guess. Take things one day at a time.

If we’ll be cut off from you, and this is goodbye, well…

I just wanted to tell you… I’m glad to have been part of your life. Even if it was only for a little bit. I’ll never forget you.

~🌃🌠🌌

hey. might be having a panic attack about it honestly. a little bit. hahah. there's noises and shaking and i can't tell what's happening.

i don't know i don't know i don't know i don't know!!!

i don't know anything i don't know

i'm not ready for anything to change not if i don't know what happens!

i dont know if they'll even want to talk to me anymore

but not until im better please not until im better i dont want to be alone with the pain pleaseplease icant do it alone. they have im not they wont not when im . its not going to be the same thyere not goin to know me anyomore . the crew left they left id ont even know if swanseas alive the window screen just shut off its dark and maybe they left me here do you thiink?? they got onthe ship adn now itsflying away and they left me here theylfetme hereohnnoono hghhhhh

...no more walking no more connecting no more anything at all. tomorrow will be different but the sun nverer sets and tomrorow never comes...

i dont want to die here by myself im sorry i failed you please come back i know i dont deserve it but please dont let me die here i dont want to be here with him forever please i want to go home

mhmyeah btu it doesntmatter if i dont get to go home does it

what ? no . no please not now dont leave me now please idnot have anyone else pleasedont go odont go lpease please cant be godobye im aloen i dontwant to be alnoe please pleasepleaestaty lpelaes im sroyry dont leav me here please

...

hello?

can... can you still hear me, or

guess its okay if i cry then. ahhahahhhahahahahahahahhahhahh— ahahahahahhaah... hhhghh.. ghhhh...

thersnoise thersfootsteps hgodhes alive hes alvie he heardmeoandnfgghes going to thurt mmem im soryrimsrory jimmy ims royr il be quite tim soryr i didnt hitnk oyou could hear or wloud nevr have bitherdyou im soryrpleas ill be quiet i swear i will

fuck ow waht is that hse puttng his flashlight in my eye icnat see anything whats that noise nonononon dont touch me please whatshpaneing whereare you takgin me please help me nononononono!

#curlyposting

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angstywaifu · 1 year ago

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The Lost Sister - Part 17

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Hope you guys are ready. It's time for the signet reveal for Ophelia. Let me know in the comments if you figured out what it was or was it completely different to what you expected. The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

A weird feeling washes over me, pulling me from my sleep. At first I don’t open my eyes, trying to fall back into my slumber. It had taken me a while to fall asleep after the events of today. After the Jeremiah incident I had gone to the spot Xaden had found me in just before Threshing. Luckily neither he or Garrick turned up to talk to me. Something tells me Xaden had left the spot unsearched, knowing I wanted privacy if I was there. Which I had been thankful for. But I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever. And I had to ask them about what Jeremiah had gone to say when he had read Garrick’s mind.

As sleep tries to take me, that feeling washes over me again. It felt… unsettling. Almost as if something nearby was off. But it’s Mealladh’s presence in my mind is what pulls me from the grasps of sleep.

Get up now! She practically screams in my head.

I am glad I had developed a habit after being taken in by Melgren to keep a dagger near by when I slept. I grasp my fingers around the smooth handle as I roll in my bed towards the door. I hear a gasp as I look into the eyes of an unbonded male first year from second wing. A dagger held over his head ready to plunge downwards. But something tells me this wasn’t the feeling that had pulled me from my sleep. Fear settles in their eyes and they turn to run. And that’s when I feel it. The same feeling I had gotten with Jeremiah in the courtyard today. In my mind, I’m back in the courtyard of Aretia. Mealladh’s white and red presence coming out of the throne room. And in the middle of the court yard, a grey presence. It appears wild and erratic. Afraid. I tug on it and I’m suddenly feeling everything of the cadet in front of me, who is now frozen in place. Their body unable to move. I feel their panic set in as they can’t move. Oh shit. Am I…. controlling them? I feel them struggling, as if an invisible force is holding them there. Me. I am the invisible force. I will their fingers to open and drop the dagger. Instantly the dagger falls to the floor. Power surges through my hands. As if willing me to use them to control the power. I raise my right hand, the first year rising off the ground as I do so. My eyes widen in shock. My signet. Holy shit my signet is manifesting. But I don’t have time to be shocked. Not with death right in front of me. I use my left hand to fling my door open, before thrusting my right had forward and flying the first year out the door and across the hall. As their head smacks into the stone wall of the corridor, a sickening crack echoing through out, I feel their presence in my mind disappear. Just like Jeremiah with his neck had been snapped. Movement at my door startles me as Xaden, Bodhi, Garrick and slowly Violet appear at my door with shocked expressions. Though it looks like Violet has seen a ghost. Then I notice the blood on Xaden. We all look at each other with expressions of shock and confusion.

”Did…. did you just throw them out the door?” Bodhi asks, finally breaking the silence.

I look at them sheepishly. How the hell do I describe what happened. “Kind of?”

Garrick pushes past them and into my room before standing in front of me. “What do you mean by kind of? You either pushed them or you didn’t.” He demands of me as he places his hands on my shoulders.

Xaden clears his thought, Garrick’s attention shifting from me to him as Xaden motions to where the body is and then back to me. “I don’t think she physically pushed them. Even you would struggle to push someone that far and that quickly.”

Garrick turns his eyes back to me as they furrow before widening in shock as he realises what I’ve done. “You fully manifested your signet.” He breathes out.

I nod my head as I focus on the dagger I willed the first year to drop to the ground. It floats up before gliding effortlessly into my hand. Mealladh cheers in my head.

Psionic. You have much to learn little one. She says proudly in my head. I know if I could see her right now she would looking at me with pride and happiness.

”I sure did.” I say with a small smile as I float the dagger in front of Garrick who reaches out slowly and grasps it as if he can’t believe what he was seeing.

It almost feels to easy to use my power. I can understand the being able to throw the body across the room and hallway. I had been about to die. But now. Now I was safe, no danger at all. Yet my power felt like it flowed so easily through me. But I knew I was only scraping the surface. And if I was only scraping the surface of my power, what else could I do? I can tell Xaden is thinking the same as me as he looks at me. He looks torn between looking after Violet and finding out what I can do. That’s when it clicks that it’s early in the morning, all 3 boys are here fully dressed, Xaden is splattered with blood and Violet looks like she could pass out at any second.

”Something happened didn’t it?” I ask finally as I take in the people before me.

Garrick nods slowly. “Violet was also attacked.” I look over his shoulder to see Xaden lead Violet down the corridor. “Somehow they deemed her the bigger threat. Seems they should have sent more than one after you.”

He’s trying to lighten the mood, but with the reality that not only I had been targeted tonight, but also Violet had started to sink in. If that weird feeling hadn’t pulled me from my slumber, I could have died. Yes Mealladh had screamed at me to wake up, but somehow I knew with out that weird feeling that initially pulled me awake, I would very much be dead right now. The same thoughts must be settling in with Garrick as he throws the dagger on the desk and pulls me into a hug, my arms wrapping around him as I bury my head into his chest. His heartbeat betrays the calm demeanour as it hammers in my ear.

“How bad?” I ask, my voice muffled by his chest.

I feel his shoulders sag. “Seven dead unbonded cadets.”

Seven unbonded cadets out of forty one had tried to claim our dragons tonight. Thirty three more who could try the same thing. But with my signet now manifested I would be less of a target. My bond to Mealladh would be considered too strong.

Garrick releases his grip, moving his hands to cup my cheeks as he looks down at me. “Bodhi, think you can take care of the rest?” He calls over his shoulder.

”Easily.” I hear Bodhi respond before I hear his retreating footsteps.

Garrick turns to close the door, but I wave my hand, the door shutting before his out stretched hand. He turns and looks at me with a slight smile on his face. “That’s going to take some getting use to.”

“You and me both.” I say as I reach out and grab his hand and pull him over to my bed.

I watch as he takes off his flight gear. I want to ask why he was wearing it and up so late. I knew, deep down I knew that even if Tairn had told Sgaeyl about what was happening there would have been no where near enough time for Xaden to wake, dress and also grab Bodhi and Garrick. But right now all I wanted was to crawl into bed with Garrick and try get some more sleep before tomorrow. And I could tell he wanted the same as he joined me in bed and pulled me into him. His now steady heart luring me into sleep. The events of the day forgotten.

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petriwriting · 11 months ago

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Vero Amore - Theodore Nott X Reader (Part 5 - Finale)

Summary: Theodore is on trial for being associated with voldemort due to his father and family history, His odds arent looking so good. Luckily for him you are called to the stand to testify on his behalf, and you just might be the key to his innocence.

Fluff, established previous relationship, Exbf!Theo, Older!Theo and others. Post hogwarts.

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You were shocked, utterly confused, you still loved him, but this was such a bad moment for a kiss. you scolded yourself for acting the way that you did and for not explaining yourself that day.

Theodore had kissed you, and you pulled away suddenly. He was concerned with your reaction, his thought was that you were seeing someone and he would hate to get in the mix of that. He didn't want to hurt you more than he already managed to do so. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he said, but you had cut him off. you grabbed your things and headed for the door. "Wait!" Theodore practically lunged himself in front of the space between you and the door. you turn away, almost unable to face him. your emotions are raging. your heart was being pulled in two different directions. On one side was the deep, abiding love you felt for Theo. He was the love of your life, your one true love, you always told yourself that because deep down you knew it to be true. But on the other hand, you were in such an awkward phase of your life, you were struggling with finding yourself after the war and its aftermath. You didn't want to simply fall back into the old habit and turn to what was comfortable. You wanted to grow. "I need to leave." you whisper. Theodore didn't object, being complacent he opened the door for you, although everything in him was dying to reach out to you and stop you. He loved you too much for his own good sometimes.

you couldn't deny the intense feelings you felt despite trying in the following weeks.The chemistry between you and theo was electric and undeniable. The more you thought it over, the more the spark grew into a burn of desire. Theodore awakened parts of you that had gone dormant over the years. you felt alive again in a way you hadn't for a long time, that amazing feeling of being in love was slowly starting to come back. and you realized it could potentially complicate things, but that you wouldn't let the fear stop you from being away from him. Despite forgiving him for hurting you, you were scared something else could happen. a fear that was well known. You found yourself regretting leaving his flat that evening, and not saying anything after. It had been 2 and a half weeks to be exact. After some heavy contemplation and consideration, before overthinking yourself to death, You found yourself at his doorstep yet again, secretly hoping he wouldn't be home so you could avoid the confrontation. That anxious feeling rising in your chest. You knocked gently on the door. You heard shuffling from within the apartment and slowly the door opened, and Theo presented himself. "hi." he said. "I'm really happy to see you." he says. Before giving him the chance to say another word, you begin to explain your actions. "I'm sorry Teddy, that wasn't right of me to leave. I was so scared, because the feelings I had for you that I thought had gone away," you sighed. "I still have those feelings for you. they never went away." you admit. "And I want to move forward, and grow with you. I shouldn't have rejected you," you say. Theodore says your name tenderly. "Will you stay this time?" he asks. "Yes." you step inside, and without hesitation you kiss him. deeply, passionately. It was an embrace you would remember forever, a moment frozen in time. "I love you."

You find shelter in the warmth of his apartment, where you stayed the night, It was the first night of many.

EPILOGUE

You are setting the dinner table at the Nott manor, a place that has been refurbished and decorated to your liking. Candles are lit, and the curtains are open letting the warm glow of the evening sunshine to pier through each window. A place that was once haunted with terrible memories has now been replaced with a place full of new memories, happy ones full of love. You children run around the table, playing. A son with the spitting image of his father, and a daughter who shares her parents features. They laugh and play, "Come sit, dinner is almost ready." you exclaim. The young children go to their seats, laughing and giggling while making faces at each other. In a few years time they will be at Hogwarts, which is a scary but happy thought for you and your husband. Theodore approaches the kitchen with a bowl of fresh pasta, and a plate of chicken. setting it down. His eyes are still the same cool tone, less sunken in despite his old age. His hair is icey, nearly graying. The more recent years have been much more kind to him. He grabs the utensils, helping you finish setting up the table for dinner. A fresh salad, Chicken, pasta, and homemade rolls. All from Theodore's family recipe book, the house smells like fresh bread and springs of herbs. Soon enough, you are enjoying a family dinner together. you created the most beautiful family you could possibly imagine. The children are loved by their parents and you both love them dearly, there is no threat of war hanging over them, they get to be naive and curious as they approach the world, it's all Theo or yourself could possibly ask for. Your family is happy. "Daddy?" your daughter asks, "can you help me?" she says. Your son, who is a handful of years older than his sister is devouring his plate, enjoying every bite of food. Your daughter, however, is much younger, and is struggling to cut up pieces of her chicken to eat. her small hands keep dropping the fork and knife. "I can help, love." you say gently, standing to reach forward. "no!" she says. "I want daddy to help me." she insists. You glance at theo with a smile, realizing he is finally loved in his childhood home. You watch as Theodore reaches for your daughter's plate, placing it in front of him. Your daughter's soft dark curls fall into her face as she climbs onto her fathers lap. Theodore grabs her hands and guides her on how to cut the meat, smiling, being as encouraging as ever. "oh merlin! This is delicious!" your son says. "Please don't say that at the dinner table!" you scold him. He's Theodore's mini-twin. "Thanks dad!" he exclaims. you begin to eat, and it is amazing. "You can thank your grandmother for the recipe." Theodore says, your daughter went back to her seat with her plate. A bit of sadness washes over him as they will never be able to meet his mother. She would have loved to see his beautiful little family.

#reader insert #my writing #x reader #hp x reader #hp #slytherin x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott family #theo nott x you #Dad!theo

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 20: Mind Control- Lucifer (SPN)

A/N: ⚠️ please be aware that this is a dark fic with non con themes in it so content warning and please don’t read if you don’t like that ⚠️

Summary: Lucifer finds out how well he can control humans and uses that new ability on the Winchester’s sister

Word count: 1, 129

As the Impala pulled up to the bunker garage, you were glad to finally be home. The hunt wasn’t very physically taxing but it was mentally exhausting. Your mind felt weak and you just wanted to lay down.

Walking through the halls of the large bunker, you were grateful to be getting to your room. Once you opened the door however, the person, or perhaps a better word would be ‘being’, you saw brought out anything but gratitude in you.

Lucifer stood before you and just as you were about to scream or run, you found you were unable to. Panic began to take over you as you stood before him frozen.

“Hello, little Winchester, I’m so glad you’re finally back. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to return.” He says, the tone of his voice almost toying with you.

Making his way closer to you, you try once again to move or shout, but unfortunately your attempts are in vain. As he stands before you, his finger tips begin to trace over your face and slowly trace across your lips. Being frozen you try to move your face or even close your eyes, but now even that is taken from you.

“You know, an angels grace can give them so many abilities. I only just discovered for myself how well I’m able to control humans. I’ve been practising and as you can see, from your frozen state, I’ve gotten quite good. I can make you do whatever I want.” He taunts you, as he leans his face in closer to yours, your noses now touching.

Fear strikes you as you realise what this means. The more time passes the more frozen you seem to become. Now unable to show any emotion at all, you simply stand there in a trance-like state.

Looking down at you, he now chuckles, happy to see just how well this new ability is working. His once light touches and tracing fingers, now shove their way into your hair, pulling at your scalp and shoving your head back.

“I want to use this new power to my own advantage against your brothers of course, but for now I’d like to have a little fun.” He continues to taunt you.

Looking down into your eyes, he sees nothing but complete compliance, this making his smile wider. He leans down closer until his lips are almost on yours. You believe he’s going to kiss you but you’re grateful that he steps away.

Your gratitude only lasts so long however before it is turned to fear once again.

Walking away, he makes his way over to your desk chair, turning it around so he can sit facing you. He sits down dominantly and you begin to panic as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his impressively hard cock, stroking it lightly as his legs widen.

“Come over here, little one.” He orders.

Your mind becomes terrified as your body begins to move towards him in your zombie state. His smile grows and the hand on his cock lightly speeds up with each step you take.

“Now kneels before your king.” He orders, smirking darkly as you fall to your knees before him.

“Such a good girl.” He praises as he strokes your hair.

You want nothing more than to take his hand and break it, call out to your brothers, scream! But your body is limp and terrifyingly compliant, leaving you with no choice but to do whatever Lucifer orders you.

“Now, put your pretty little mouth and lovely hand around my cock and make me cum. I know you can be a good girl and do that.” Comes his next order.

A tight grip in your hair moves you forward, though there is no need, your body was moving towards him anyway.

You can’t believe the position you’re in, on your knees, in front of the devil himself and sucking his cock.

Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, moving up and down, sucking and licking as your hand pumps the rest of him. He told you that you’d make him cum and that’s exactly what your bodies doing.

If you could look up, you’d see his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lip between his teeth.

“Oh fuck. Such a good girl for me.” He moans out in praise as his hand in your hair guides your head down further.

“When I take you back to hell, I’ll have to train you to do this without my grace. You’ll be my good little slave, you’ll beg for my cock to be inside you always.” He moans out darkly, his hips now moving with his hand.

The thought of being his slave and what that means starts to sink in. Surely he can’t do that, you wouldn’t do this from your own free will. Your brothers will find him and save you.

Leaning his head down, his lips ghost by your ear.

“Once I cum in your pretty little mouth, you’re mine. You’ll crave my cock always and do whatever I say to get it. Once my seed makes it’s way into your body you’ll be mine forever.” He tells you, chuckling darkly.

Before you can fully process what he’s said, he begins to stand, his cock still in your mouth.

“Stop sucking and touching me. Keep my cock in your mouth and open your mouth up wide.” He orders and once again your body complies.

Your hands are besides you limply and your mouth is hung open wide. He takes the back of your head with both hands to keep it still and begins to fuck his hips into you.

You begin to gag around him and tears begin to roll down your cheeks but there is nothing you can do.

“Look at me while I fuck your throat, little one.” He orders with a strained moan and you knew he was close.

Looking up you see the devil himself with a smirk on his face in a state of sexual bliss.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat and you will be mine.” He warns as his thrusts become harder and faster.

The back of your throat and your scalp are burning as he continues to thrust into you harshly. With one last particularly harsh thrust, he roars out a moan as his warm seed is forced down your throat.

Slipping his cock out of you, he laughs loudly at your still open mouth and your fucked out face. He chuckles darkly as he gathers your spit and tears, pushing them back into your open mouth.

“Now you’re mine.” He whispers in your ears as he lifts you up and you feel yourself being transported somewhere.

#lucifer #lucifer imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer supernatural #lucifer supernatural imagine #lucifer supernatural x reader #lucifer spn #lucifer spn imagine #lucifer spn x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #spn #spn imagine

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chaosstude · 1 year ago

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Only a god can kill another god (Part 2)

↠Diana Prince x Goddess Reader [18+] Violence and fighting ↠Part 1

“sometimes you separate at the wrong time to meet at the right time” Rohit Totlani Diana's heart pounded as she held your lifeless body in her arms. She couldn't believe you were gone. It was as if the world had stopped turning and time had frozen still. But even in that moment of despair, Diana knew that she had to do something. She couldn't just sit there and let you slip away from her forever. With tears streaming down her face, Diana gently laid your body on the ground and began to search for any signs of life. She checked your pulse, your breathing, and anything else she could think of that might indicate that you were still alive. But despite her best efforts, there was nothing. No pulse, no breath, no sign of life.

Diana let out a gut-wrenching scream of agony, a primal scream that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. She screamed her grief and sorrow, her pain and despair, her fear and helplessness, all of it pouring out of her in a wave of anguish. Soon tears streamed down her face as she held you in her arms, her body shaking with sobs as she cradled your face in her hands.

She had lost you, and she blamed herself entirely.

___ Diana was looking down at the casket that was slowly getting on the ground to be buried. She stayed quiet the whole ceremony and only talked when her speech about you came. It hurt her deeply she had felt this pain before with Steve but this time the cut feels deeper she lost a huge part of her, she felt lost and blamed it all to her obliviousness to realize that she fought you..her love…for all this months and you had said nothing.

Gods the bruises you had on your body the last few months was of her own hand..of the fights. That realization broke her more she felt as everything was spinning. She bit the inside of her cheek holding back her screams of fury and anguish, she wanted you back in her arms. ___

She had tried her best to move on, to find some semblance of solace in her life after losing you. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and gradually, the weight of her grief began to lessen. She took hesitant steps forward, attempting to rebuild her shattered world. However, deep within her, a flicker of hope remained, a desperate longing for a sign that you might still exist in some way. Diana woke up startled by nightmares of your blood on her hands, consuming her. Unconsciously, her hand reached out to your side of the bed, hoping to find your hand. To her dismay, she was met with cold sheets she had grown to despise over time. She got out of bed and began her morning routine, unable to go back to sleep without the image of your pained face covered in blood haunting her. Slowly, she walked to the kitchen, looking from the doorway as she always used to do every morning. A smile graced her face as she saw your figure swaying your hips to the beat of the music. But as she was brought back to reality, she found the kitchen empty. She looked with sorrow, just as she has been doing for the last three months without you. A heavy sigh left her lips as she entered the kitchen and prepared her own breakfast. Lost in her thoughts, Diana made two plates of omelets, one for herself and one for you. She turned around, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Right," she said quietly, looking at the empty table. She places both plates down, takes a seat, and starts eating her own breakfast. She looks at the empty seat in front of her before retrieving her laptop from her bag, which was hanging nearby, and opens it.

She searched through her emails, checking for anything new about her work, but she found nothing. Only an invitation to Metropolis of Lex Luthor, who was hosting a gala with his new collaborator. Her name was unknown, as it was stated that it would be revealed at the party. However, something about the woman's signature at the bottom right caught Diana's attention. She would recognize that handwriting anywhere - from the little notes sneakily that would be placed in her bag to read at work, so Diana would have something of you every day.

Determined to confirm if this information was true, Diana gritted her teeth and clenched her fists before quickly getting up. If there was any wisp of hope left that you might still be alive, she needed to confirm it.

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mymindisverycomplicated · 5 months ago

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Why "Right Where You Left Me" by Taylor Swift is the Perfect Song for Remus Lupin

On my second listen to Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift, a thought struck me: “This song is about Remus Lupin!” Think about it—he's the one left behind after all his friends are gone, and he never truly moves on, at least from what we see in canon. The emotional weight of his stagnation mirrors the heartbreak and frozen-in-time longing that Taylor sings about. The song captures his pain, his longing for a time when the Marauders were whole, and his struggle to reconcile with a present that feels empty without them. It’s hauntingly fitting for him, isn’t it?

This meta-analysis explores that connection—how Right Where You Left Me captures the essence of Remus’ pain, grief, and inability to move forward after the loss of the Marauders. So often, these aspects of his character are overlooked in both canon and fandom, but they are integral to understanding who he is and how he struggled so deeply in the years leading up to Prisoner of Azkaban. I also wrote a one-shot about Remus in the winter break during PoA that was inspired by this song and conveys its aspects.

Read on to see just how perfectly Taylor Swift’s lyrics align with Remus’ story—and why this song feels like it was written just for him.

Version 1:

Friends break up, friends get married (Peter's unofficial breakup with the Marauders when he betrays them as the Secret Keeper; James and Lily’s marriage before their tragic deaths)

Strangers get born, strangers get buried (Harry and the other wizarding children born during the war represent new beginnings, while the many deaths from the First Wizarding War remind us of the cost of that era.)

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies (Time passes after the war, and the wizarding world tries to move on.)

But I'm right where you left me (Remus is left behind and emotionally stuck in time after losing James, seeing Sirius imprisoned, and Peter disappearing. The weight of those events keeps him trapped in the past.)

Matches burn after the other (Life goes on for others, symbolized by matches burning, while Remus remains stagnant.)

Pages turn and stick to each other (Time may move forward, but for Remus, it feels messy and unresolved, like a story he can't finish.)

Wages earned and lessons learned (He spends years working odd jobs and learning hard lessons about survival, eventually landing the teaching position at Hogwarts.)

But I, I'm right where you left me (Even with the passage of time, Remus remains emotionally tied to the memories of his youth and the Marauders’ era.)

Chorus:

Help, I'm still at the restaurantStill sitting in a corner I haunt (Remus is still mentally revisiting moments from when everything was okay, unable to move on.)

Cross-legged in the dim light (A quiet, sorrowful image of someone who feels out of place in the present but at home in their grief.)

They say, "What a sad sight" (Those who know him pity him, seeing his pain but unable to truly understand the depth of it.)

I, I swear you could hear a hairpin drop Right when I felt the moment stop (This lyric perfectly reflects the moment Remus discovers Peter is alive. It’s a shattering revelation that forces him to confront long-held beliefs.)

Glass shattered on the white cloth (This lyric reflects Remus’ mind being blown once he realizes Peter’s betrayal.)

Everybody moved on, I stayed there (While the wizarding world tries to rebuild and move forward, Remus remains anchored to the past, emotionally frozen.)

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere (Dumbledore, McGonagall, and even Snape expect him to move on and live his life, but Remus struggles to do so.)

Some perspective, but I sat and stared (Despite the advice and expectations of others, he remains emotionally stuck, reliving the past.)

Right where you left me (This refrain encapsulates Remus’s grief and inability to move forward. He’s forever stuck in the moment when his world fell apart.)

You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever (The betrayals, losses, and trauma in Remus’s life leave him feeling trapped. Moving on seems impossible given the enormity of what he’s endured.)

For the second verse/bridge, I modified it a bit to fit Remus' story more and I even changed a bit of the pre-chorus. Here are the changes:

Did you hear about the boy who got frozenTime went for everybody else he won’t know itHe’s still seventeen inside his fantasiesHow it’s supposed to beDid you hear about the boy who lives in delusionWakes up every day where time’s an illusion,He’s still seventeen inside his fantasy and you’re sitting in front of me

At the restaurant, still sitting in a corner I hauntHands folded just so tight , everything used to be rightI, I could feel my stomach dropWhen I saw those boys, like shadows they stoppedGlass shattered on the white clothEverybody moved on

I, I stayed there Time weighed heavy on me, life’s cruel snare Memories we shared, they hang in the air Echoes of laughter, but I’m unaware Cause I'm right where I cause no harm, mind my business If our bond died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think of what’s been gone I'm right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Remus is a man stuck in time, and this song is the perfect soundtrack to his sorrow. 🐺#remus lupin

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Twenty-Five

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five: Executing the Plan

Summary: The Enterprise crew reunites and begins to battle against Krall.

(Y/N) tensed as they sat contemplating what the Enterprise crew could consider next to escape or get a proper message to Starfleet. Uhura and Sulu, sitting beside them, looked at them in concern.

“What is it?” asked Uhura.

“Someone’s coming, and they seem very pleased,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

“Does that mean Krall got what he wanted?” said Sulu, alarm rushing through him.

“Him and his men seem to be getting what they want,” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow in frustration.

“That’s not good…” said Uhura, worried.

“No,” said (Y/N). They stood as a guard approached the cage. “And this can’t be good, either.”

“Then what do we do?” said Sulu warily.

“We have to not get killed and get as much information as we can,” said (Y/N), keeping their expression calm as the guard approached with three others. They had a terrible feeling their situation was about to get worse.

And, as the guards grabbed Sulu, Uhura, Syl, and (Y/N), they knew they were right. They had angered Krall before, and, now, he was undoubtedly going to remind them who was in charge.

Sulu, Uhura, (Y/N), and Syl were shoved into a small room with Krall. He held the artifact in his hands, now attached to a metal ring was well.

“This is Abronanth,” he said, a grin on his face. He was pleased at being able to gloat about having won. “It was used by the Ancient Ones as a weapon. But when they could not control its deadly power, they split it into two and ejected the halves into space, hoping it would be lost forever.”

I wish they’d destroyed it, thought (Y/N). No matter what the weapon did, they knew their feelings about it wouldn’t change.

Wham!

Hidden barriers slammed closed, locking Syl and (Y/N) into a smaller room with Krall while Sulu and Uhura were left outside. It was an elevator, and it began to speed upwards.

“But I am grateful,” said Krall. “I have spent lifetimes searching for it, only to have you find it for me.” The elevator doors slid open, and Krall walked out. Unable to do anything else, (Y/N) and Syl followed. “The poetry of fate. The world I was born into is very different from yours, Lieutenant. We knew pain. We know terror. Struggle made us strong. Not peace. Not unity. These are myths the Federation would have you believe.” He sneered and walked away.

(Y/N) followed him while Syl remained frozen in fear. (Y/N) refused to stand down. “You have strong words. You even believe them.” They cocked their head. “And yet every time you have any failing, you are afraid. You are not nearly as strong as you believe.”

“(L/N)!” Syl ran forward as the doors slammed closed. She was trapped.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Syl!”

A device in the middle of the floor lit up, and lights spiraled around the room.

“What are you doing with her?!” cried (Y/N) angrily. “You got what you wanted, so let her go. Whatever you’re about to do, do it to me!”

Krall ignored them and pushed the abronanth into a depression in the wall. It fit perfectly, and he twisted it. Within the room, a black mass came out of the abronanth. It sparked with energy and swirled around Syl.

“Stop!” said (Y/N), but Krall wouldn’t move.

The energy engulfed Syl, eating away at the very atoms of her until nothing was left. (Y/N) let out an anguished gasp as they felt Syl’s pain and were unable to do anything. Krall twisted the abronanth once more, and the black mass retreated. (Y/N) held their hand over their mouth in shock, and Krall turned away, satisfaction rolling off him in waves.

“Manas, it’s time,” said Krall.

He turned and grabbed (Y/N), pulling them with him and Manas. They exited the building and walked towards another. All of Krall and his men were pleased, excited, and angry. Whatever they were planning on doing with that weapon, it would involve death, and they were anticipating it eagerly. (Y/N) was disgusted.

“The Federation has pushed the frontier for centuries,” said Krall. “But no longer.”

So it’s the Federation specifically he dislikes, thought (Y/N). If they couldn’t stop him yet, then they could figure out what he was planning and what was truly going on.

“This is where it beings, Lieutenant,” said Krall. “This is where the frontier pushes back.”

Vroom!

Manas, Krall, and (Y/N) whirled to see a motorcycle (what an antique) speeding towards them. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as a familiar aura radiating towards them. It was Kirk! He zoomed towards them, and Krall fired his gun even as (Y/N) let out a shout. It hit Kirk, but he disappeared. It was merely a hologram. From behind a rock, the real Kirk sped out and fired several shots at Manas and Krall. They ducked and covered their heads.

(Y/N) took their chance and ran. They darted over the rocks and scrambled over shingle to get away from Krall and get to their friends. Around them, a dozen Kirks whipped up a storm, distracting all the guards. One—the real Kirk—released a strange smoke from the exhaust pipe that hardened into a crystal wall. It provided a shield from the phaser-fire of their enemies.

(Y/N) dove to the side to hide as an opponent fired at them. They braced themself against the rocks and cursed their bad luck. They needed a chance to escape, but it was proving difficult to get back to their friends without being shot.

The opponent drew nearer, tracking (Y/N) down, and they raised their hands. If a fight was what they wanted, a fight was what they would get—empathy and all. Instead, (Y/N)’s eyes widened as Spock rounded the corner, and the enemy raised his phaser to shoot him. (Y/N) ran forward and barreled into the opponent. They pushed their hands between the slats of armor and forced powerful emotions of fear through the man. He seized up and collapsed, unconscious.

“T’hy’la,” said Spock, instantly pulling them to him in a tight hug. He was unable to avoid the display of affection, not when he had been so worried.

“Spock!” said (Y/N), hugging him back. “You’re alright! I was so worried.” They couldn’t handle the thought of Spock gone, but there he was, alive, and he had come for them.

“I was concerned about you,” said Spock softly.

(Y/N) smiled before jumping. “The others! Uhura and Sulu are trapped with the officers, we need to get to—”

“Dr. McCoy and a new ally are freeing them,” said Spock. “And Mr. Scott is beaming them to safety.” He touched their fingers. “We only need to worry about getting go the beaming sight as well.”

(Y/N) nodded. Of course, Spock and Kirk had come up with a plan. They never doubted them for a second. “Let’s go. We need to get out of here and stop Krall. He wanted to attack Yorktown.”

Spock nodded, and the pair ran off towards the Enterprise crew. While they wanted to speak more—Spock had thoughts of marriage swirling in his mind because all he wanted was to stay with (Y/N) and keep them safe forevermore—there was no time for a proper reunion at the moment. There was still danger to be faced.

Above them, various swarm ships were lifting off and speeding into the sky. (Y/N) cursed but had to focus on avoiding phaser fire. Spock kept them close to his side until they spotted Bones with the last of the crew. Bones’s emotions turned to pure relief upon seeing them, and he urged everyone up onto a flat rock.

“Come on, let’s move, now!” he said. “Let’s go, come on!”

He and Spock fired at the enemies trying to approach. Kirk appeared from a jump—still with the motorcycle—above and landed. He sped around them and put a crystal wall. He nodded to Bones, Spock, and (Y/N), who nodded back, and watched them safely dematerialized. Now it was just him and Jaylah left.

While Bones urged the Enterprise crew towards his makeshift Sickbay to check them over, (Y/N) and Sulu stayed with Spock to wait for Kirk’s return.

“Captain, your beacon!” said Scotty, urging him to turn on his location so he could be beamed out.

“There it is!” said Chekov as soon as it turned on.

“Energize!” said Scotty.

A moment later, Kirk’s body appeared, falling to the ground because he had literally leapt through the air to grab onto Jaylah. Fortunately, it worked out, and Jaylah materialized on the Franklin.

“Okay,” groaned Kirk. “Let’s never do that again.

“I agree, James T,” said Jaylah.

“Are you alright?” said Sulu, running in to help Kirk up. He nodded.

“Captain, we have urgent news,” said Spock.

“Already?” said Kirk, groaning.

“The artifact he has—he’s going to use it to destroy Yorktown,” said (Y/N) grimly.

Fear threaded through everyone’s auras. Sulu’s heart ached for his husband and child. (Y/N) thought of Merope and Alekto. No one wanted to lose those they cared about or any of the other millions of lives in Yorktown.

“You take my house, and you make it fly,” said Jaylah fiercely.

Kirk almost smiled and nodded. “Scotty, can you get this thing started?”

“Started, yes. Flying, sir, that’s a different thing,” said Scotty. “These old vessels, they were built in space. They were never supposed to take off from atmosphere.”

“Make it happen,” was all Kirk could say. They had no other option.

“They’re called starships for a reason, Captain,” said Scotty.

“You’re telling me this now?” said Kirk.

“Because I didn’t want to disappoint you, you know, in case you didn’t make it back,” said Scotty.

“How thoughtful, Scotty,” sighed Kirk.

“Captain,” said Spock from where he stood protectively by (Y/N)’s side. He refused to allow them out of his sight after they had been taken. He wouldn’t lose them again.

Everyone looked out the window to see what Spock had noticed. Their eyes widened. The entire swarm of ships was flying up out of the atmosphere—towards Yorktown.

“He’s launching,” breathed Kirk.

“The attack on Yorktown may be just the beginning,” said Spock. “Armed with this bio-weapon—” (Y/N) had explained what they had seen it do to Syl “—he could rid it of all life and use the base’s advanced technology to attack an untold number of Federation planets.”

“Then we have to get this ship flying,” said (Y/N) with pure determination.

Kirk nodded. “One way or another, we have to get off this planet.”

“We cannae just jumpstart it, sir,” said Scotty.

Kirk grinned and faced them all. He had the familiar “I’m going to propose something crazy and we’re going to try it anyways” look in his eye.

“Oh, dear,” sighed (Y/N), knowing everyone was about to have a heart attack no matter how this plan turned out.

“Okay! All systems online,” announced Chekov once they were “prepared” (not mentally, though). “Dilithium chambers at seventy percent and climbing. Primary support engines standing by.”

Every sat down at their stations and strapped themselves into their seats (though the seatbelts were old and not as secure as the Enterprise’s).

“Mr. Sulu,” said Kirk. “You can, you know, fly this thing, right?”

“You’re kidding me, right?” said Sulu, raising a brow.

“Fantastic,” said Kirk.

“Are you ready, T’hy’la?” said Spock. The affectionate was usually reserved for their private moments, but, after everything, Spock just wanted to keep reminding (Y/N) how much he cared about them.

(Y/N) smiled and nodded at him. For the first time since their strange discussion before the mission, (Y/N) felt secure once more in their relationship. Were they still apprehensive of what was going to be discussed? Yes. But did they also want to treasure what they had right in that moment? Yes. If they were going into danger, they’d face it with love in their heart, not fear.

“I am, dear,” said (Y/N).

“Scotty, how we looking?” said Kirk over the comms.

“Ready as she’ll ever be, sir,” said Scotty.

“That’s what I like to hear. Alright,” said Kirk. “Bones, where are we with the crew?”

“I could use a functioning Medbay,” huffed Bones over the comms. “But otherwise we’re secure down here.”

“Mr. Sulu, we have to achieve terminal velocity in order for the stabilizers to provide lift,” said Chekov to Sulu. “Are you sure this drop is high enough to do that?”

“We’ll find out,” said Sulu.

Everyone looked out the viewscreen and took a deep breath. It was time.

“Call it, Mr. Sulu,” said Kirk.

“Aye-aye, Captain,” said Sulu. “Mr. Chekov, be ready to hit the forward stabilizers full on my mark. One quarter impulse.”

“Aye,” said Chekov.

The engines turned on, and the Franklin listed forward over the cliffs below.

“One half impulse, Mr. Chekov,” said Sulu.

“Aye,” said Chekov, swallowing as the ship shook. Nerves hung in the room.

“Easy, Mr. Sulu, let’s not break her in half,” said Kirk.

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the Franklin pitched forward. It hung over the cliffs. It fell. Everyone fell forward and held onto their seatbelts as the canyon floor rushed up towards them. Spock reached out and grabbed (Y/N)’s arm to keep them secure.

“Any time, Mr. Sulu!” said Kirk as they plummeted.

Sulu was focused, intent on the line approaching terminal velocity. “Now, Mr. Chekov!” he shouted at nearly the last moment.

Chekov slammed his hand forward on the lever, and the engines turned on. Spock, (Y/N), Kirk, Uhura, and everyone on the ship tensed as they continued to fall. They held their breath as the ground approached.

And then the Franklin flew.

It was clumsy, they hit cliffs, and they jerked back and forth, but they were flying. Sulu pulled them up, and the Franklin dove out of the cliffs and towards the sky above. Sulu grinned as adrenaline coursed through him. Chekov let out a breath, and Kirk let out a nervous chuckle. Uhura heaved a sigh of relief. (Y/N) and Spock looked at one another in acknowledgement that they were still alive.

They had done it. They had escaped Altamid.

They had a chance of saving Yorktown.

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katiascraft · 6 months ago

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✐ᝰ "You knew all too well i was right where you left me" | CL16 ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊

chapter one: “love is short but forgetting is so long” -> chapter two

parings: retired!charles leclerc x writer!ex!reader

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book tittle: "right where you left me"

author: y/n y/ln.

sinopsis: Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? While time moved on for everyone else, she stayed trapped in a single moment, lost in a fantasy of what could have been. She’s still 23, clinging to the life she thought she’d have, the one where everything was “just right.”

This is the story of a woman living in delusion, unable to let go of the exact moment her world fell apart. Breakups happen every day, but for her, it was more than that. Sitting cross-legged at a restaurant table, under the dim light, across from him, everything felt perfect—until he said, “I met someone else.” The shatter of glass on the white tablecloth marked the death of their love, but not the end of her story.

While everyone else moved on, she stayed behind. In that restaurant, in that moment, with those words echoing in her mind, her heart suspended in a “forever” that never came.

A poignant romance about heartbreak, grief, and the lives we leave behind when we can’t move forward. If you ever wonder if you got it all wrong, remember:

“I’m right where you left me. You left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

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word count: +5k.

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⋆˚࿔ Ten years ago 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You were wearing your favorite flower dress Charles gifted you for your year anniversary last year. He always said you looked the prettiest on it. So you decided to wear it for this date. Charles told you he needed to tell you something and you prepared mentally for an engagement ring or something. Or like he would propose to you to live together. You couldn't think of anything else. You were happy.

He held your hand while the waiter guided you both to your reserved table next to the window. It was your favorite. It wasn't the first time you came, it was your go to restaurant. You even had your first date here.

The restaurant was inspired to be like a flower shop mixed with a coffee shop. It developed to be a fancy restaurant in monte carlo. Your apartment was two blocks away so you were a regular client alongside charles.

You were so proud of him and every single accomplishment in his last year. He was finally becoming an F1 driver. Your heart is exploding with happiness for him. You admired how determined he always was about his dreams.

You sat on the table in front of each other. The waiter made sure you were comfy and left the menu for you to check. You grabbed it starting to read it, not noticing charles behaviour wasn't normal. His body language was unusual. He seemed uncomfortable, stressed. He cleared his throat making you look at him and have your attention. You left the menu over the table to give him your 100% of attention.it was summer so you had your hair up in a pin and charles was wearing a plain white t shirt that always looked so precious on him.

Your eyes had question marks all over them expecting to hear what he wanted to say. There was a soft smile on yours but Charles wasn't smiling, on the contrary, he was looking down at the white tablecloth. You frowned when he took so much time to say anything. He noticed so he looked at you.

“I met someone else” he said and you felt like cold ice water was sprayed straight to you. His hands sweaty showed anxiety creeping and your face went white. You just couldn't move for a few seconds.

“W-what?” That was the only thing you could say at the moment. It was like your brain went dead in the instant it heard him saying those words. I met someone else. Four words. It took only four words to break your whole reality in a million pieces so tiny you thought it was impossible you could live properly anymore. Your mouth went dry. His eyes were cloaked on you expecting something else out of you. But how could he? He saw how you broke down there and then in front of his eyes, how confusion and heartache took over you with just four words.

Those damn four words you won't ever forget. They will haunt you for the rest of your life. You just knew.

There were a few minutes of silence. Really painful silence. You didn't know what to do. You didn't even know if you wanted to know more about it or just run away from here. You looked down at your dress. Tears creeping to stream down your face.charles out of desperation and discomfort talked again.

“I met someone else. I don't love you anymore, and before doing something stupid, I just wanted to tell you first” his words coming out of his mouth at the same time the waiter was laying your white wine glasses on the table. When he bheard what Charles said, he tripped and smashed the glass on the floor next to your table. You exalted. Charles got really nervous about it for some reason. You looked at him. The mess helped you to snap out of your bubble you were drowning alive.

“What happens to everything we build together, then?” he didn't have an answer for your question. Your tears started streaming down your face alongside your not waterproof mascara. The waiter apologised when he ended up cleaning, uncomfortable hearing two strangers break up in front of him. Charles licked his lips nervously and shook his head lost in what to answer.

“Guess, it doesn't matter now” his words cut through your skin like daggers.

You were waiting for him to propose something beautiful together. You believed you were the love of his life. He told you that everyday. Then one day to another, he found someone better.

“Is it because I'm not pretty enough for your new status life?” you needed to find a reason even if it was the stupidest one. You just couldn't live without one for this terrible outcome of your life. It was the end.

It was the fucking end.

He denied with his head not looking at you. He couldn't. And he also couldn't believe he fell in love with someone else while you were there the whole time. He knew this was the right thing to do for both of you. But he didn't even understand what happened. Why did he stop loving you? He had no clue. The only thing he knew is that he loved alexandra, not you. Alexandra made him feel something he had never felt for you as much as it hurt him to admit it. Because he cared about it, he cared a lot. Even though it seemed like he didn't because he didn't love you like that anymore.

“I’m sorry, y/n” that was all he had left to say. He didn't want to make you confused. He didn't want to lie to you. You didn't deserve that. Honesty was the least he could offer you after all of these years together.

You couldn't understand properly what he was saying at this point. You didn't understand why he would invite you for a date when he wanted to break up. Why he didn't say anything yesterday or the day before, or the other. Just, why? What did you do wrong? Wasn't your love enough? You gave him your all. Are you a problem? Probably. So beautiful to think someone was leaning on their knees to ask you something beautiful then hear “you would’ve been such a lovely bride. What a shame she’s fucked in the head”. He found someone better than you. More beautiful. Even more intelligent and interesting for sure.

You gasped at his words. Your chest aches and your hands are shaky. He felt terrible seeing you like that but he had to be strong and do the right thing.

“It’s better i go, goodbye y/n” he didn't know what to say nor he wanted to stay any longer. It was all too much for him.

You watched him leave the restaurant. He was leaving with everything you once were and now you're nothing at all. You watched everyone looking at you, there, left alone and a mess. Unloved and unimportant. You felt they stared at you forever, because it felt like it.

What were just a few minutes for the rest of humanity, it felt like centuries for you. You were stuck there on a loop hearing his words and watching him leave, again and again, and again for eternity.

You froze there, lost and empty.

Everyone moved on but you didn't.

How could you?

⋆˚࿔ Ten years later 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You were at your office in your beach house in monte carlo. You were writing your second book. And yeah, so much happened since you last seen charles.

Of course, the aftermath of it all was terrible on your side. You fell into a depression you didn't know it could be real to experience. The emptiness you felt was immense. Also, your self esteem was destroyed and that was the hardest part to build back up again. You went to therapy two times a week. There were so many things you didn't understand. It was really hard for you to cope with the pain by yourself. Your best friend, agostina, moved in with you. She travelled from New York and left her life behind so she could be there for you. She was an Italian teacher so she could get a job pretty fast and that comforted you. You felt guilty and ashamed of your situation. You just felt like a fucking problem to everyone.

You had started journaling by the time your friend pointed out something that would change your life forever.

Monaco’s weather was the prettiest. Autumn it’s really beautiful up here. You were seated on your lounge chair by the pool. Your friend sat next to you leaving two cups of tea on the tiny table between you two. The morning was your favorite time of the day, because you had the habit of writing down everything you felt about anything and everything. Your friend knew it so she just accompanied you through it. She knew it was part of the process and she just wanted to be there for you, always. As she always did since you were kids back in london.

The words stormed out of you straight to the paper like lighting. You were writing fast every single word you heard. And after a few moments when you finally stopped writing, you would read your words out loud to process them.

“Okay, hear me out. Are you ready” you asked your friend so she could join you in the process and debate about your thoughts and feelings. That always helped you out so much. She nodded, taking a sip from his tea cup.

“Alright” you adjusted yourself comfier on the chair moving to face her and grabbed your journal better. “Maybe we got lost in translation or maybe I asked for too much. Or maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there. I remember it all too well. And you call me up just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. And now I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here. Time won't fly. It's like im paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self, but I'm still trying to find it after `plaid shirt days and nights where you made me your own. Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone. Because there we are again when I loved you so, back before we lost the one real thing you’ve ever known. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well” your voice was soft and low. When you finished your friend stayed silent analyzing your words.

“Have you ever considered becoming a writer? Because that, what you wrote, was beautiful y/N” she told you. Her words sinked in you. Maybe you should. You write a lot, so you can try and if you fail you stick to your translator job as you do now. Something fliked inside you. What could go wrong?

And to be fair, the rest is history. You started your journey as a writer and it was not easy but all of the heartache you carried helped to write the story of your life. Not like, actually, but it did indeed change your life forever.

Your first book was called “all too well” and under any expectation, it became a best seller worldwide. You were a best seller author now and a pretty famous one. Your novel broke selling records. It made you tour the world, getting to know so many people and signing so many copies of it. And then, you started being so happy. Your suffering became the art so many people appreciated. Unlike Charles, you were important to them, and they cared about your words, your feelings, and your vision. You now have helped someone with your book. As it helped you get through the life you thought you would have with him.

He got married, you saw him on the news one morning while baking cinnamon rolls for your nephews that came to visit. He was a 3 time world champion in formula one and one of the most adored drivers. An icon in fashion and now a businessman. To be fair, it was all you would have dreamed for him. So at some point you were happy for him. At least he achieved everything he dreamed of. And he had a beautiful wife, she was an artist. Sometimes you pass through her gallery to see what new piece she created. She didn't know you, of course. No one knew about you except for Charles' family. His brothers knew. Hisparents knew you.but you were a buried secret to that family. You heard from a friend of a friend it was a pretty big shock when charles told them he was already someone else the next they he dumped you. I mean, you were shocked as well. You thought it wasn't possible for someone to move on that quick. But you couldn't judge him. You were so young. He didn't know better. Sometimes you wonder what would happen if you showed up to a race one day. Would he pretend he doesn't know who you are? Would he pretend you never existed? One part of you, hoped he would fall in love with you again. Just Like the first time. And that he regretted leaving you behind. But reality was way more complicated. Though, you were offered by Mercedes and McLaren to join a few races since you became a recognized figure to the world. You also wondered if Charles knew about it. If he saw you in the news as you did. If he read your book. If he felt the way you felt. If he believed you described him right or wrong. If he missed you sometimes. If he dreamed of you. If he was waiting to find you again and do it all over again. But just the right way this time. Forever.

⋆˚࿔ present day 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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yourusername: happy 5 year anniversary of your fav book!! It’s “all too well” birthday (and season!) and to celebrate I am so thrilled and happy to announce all too well it’s actually a MOVIE ON THE MAKING!!! kept this secret for way too long, but now you know and I can’t believe it’s actually reality! Special thanks to my bestie who from day one told me to become a writer and look where we are now. Thank you all so much for reading 💌 don’t forget to bake cinnamon rolls and wear your red scarfs and lipstick! 🍂🧣🤎

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⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

“La Dernière Fleur” looked so much different from where you and Charles broke up. It was now a cafeteria. And a really cute one. You loved coming here to write your following book. Up to now, you were gonna tell the story you had with Charles, everything. You needed to finally let go of him. Let go of the past. And finally, move on.

You sat at your regular table for the last three months. Your computer and notebook on the table. You were surrounded by papers with so many notes on them and coffee cups. Your hair up in a pin and your reading glasses on. Your red hair looked shiny thanks to the sun reflecting on it coming though the window. Everybody knew you there and felt honoured that you chose that place to write your next best seller. They always gifted you their exquisite lemon cinnamon roll. It was your favorite. They made you feel really special and you were really grateful about it.

Your next novel will be called “right where you left me” and for you it was a great idea to go back to the place where it all started.

The first day you came you almost threw up out of anxiety. It was hard to remember it all. But the second day around you could actually think of the storyline and write down some notes. And that’s how it all started three months ago.

In other news, your book was so successful, it was going to become a movie in two years. How crazy is that? You accomplished so much in all these years. Sometimes you had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

It was autumn, your favorite season of the year. Wearing sweaters and scarfs and red lipstick. Everything was perfect. It made life feel so much more romantic. You loved taking your nephews to the beach and running in circles, then making a war of the leaves at the park. Agostina had 3 beautiful boys with her husband Andrew. She never doubted you’d be the best aunt in the world for her children so she moved her whole family to Monaco and life was beautiful.

Yes, it's surprising you never saw Charles again but you lived on the opposite corner of monaco. And you both travelled so much during the year. And also, you didn't like going out so much so no, you didn't go to parties where you could find him.

Now 10 years later, you’re 32 and realized you missed your whole life waiting for him. So this book was a goodbye to him. And a hello to your new life. You wanted to find someone, trust in them, and have a family. That was always your plan. But it got twisted along the way. But it is what it is, life’s sometimes a bitch and destiny likes to play its part in a cruel way. but maybe it was for the better. Maybe someone amazing was about to come your way.

You took a sip from the coffee cup, malena, the waitress left for you a few moments away. You couldn't actually swallow the drink, because through the door you saw a person coming in who you would have never expected to see again unless it was on tv.

You almost choked when a 35 year old charles, your charles (well, not anymore for sure); got into the coffee shop with a few friends laughing out loud. Hearing his laughter sent shivers down your spine.

You felt frozen in that moment, the same way you felt the day he left you behind, alone.

You swallowed the drink in your mouth the best way you could. And left the cup on the table carefully. You looked down at your notes realizing you have been writing his name on the edge of the page. Like doodling. You felt stupid and just broke the paper gently so you wouldn't disturb anyone or catch someone’s attention you for sure didn't want right now. Your heart was racing and your hands were sweating. You started to feel hot due to anxiety of the not expected encounter with him here. And you guessed you felt like this, also because you knew he was single again and your delusion could make you believe that maybe you have another chance with him. You really didn't want to feed it. You need to move on as soon as possible. You could keep going in circles in this rabbit hole you're trapped in for so many years now.

When you looked back up again you felt you almost faint. There he was, charles fucking leclerc smiling at you shily while his friends were talking. You recognized a few of them. One was Carlos for sure. They all looked so different. Charles looked different but as pretty as he’s always been. His smile made you panic to say the least. You couldn't smile at him back. All he received was your eyes looking away to a moment after start grabbing your things to get the fuck out that coffee cursed shop. And that’s what you did. Once you collected all of your things and left money to pay for everything, you sprinted out of that shop to your car. You never left a place so quickly. Anybody watching would think you were escaping from something or someone. and in fact, you were. you were scapingfrom the guy who broke you in so many ways.

Charles came back from a paddle match with his friends. They decided to have some food in the nearest place from the court there was. That was the place where he ruined his life. Or that was the way he liked to call it. Because he dumped the best girl he ever met. But he didn't know better back then. He was a dickhead for sure. And because he knew she deserves someone that knew her value not like him, he really tried to make it work with Alex all of those years. But he couldn't anymore because it showed. It was obvious even if he pretended that he really loved her the way he loved his past girlfriend. He felt stupid above anything to be honest.

The guys chose the place and he had to agreed. He didn't want to tell them the story though Carlos knew about it and he always said it wasn't cursed and that what happened in the past should stay in the past. And he knew he was right but he couldn't quite actually move on completely from it. Because he missed you. He slept with a lot of women, tried to date a few after his divorce. He tried to find you in every body he could touch. But none of them felt like your skin. Even if they had the same hair, or eyes, none of them had your smile. The one he loved to see every morning he woke up.

They got into the cafe. It looked pretty different from what he remembered. And he remembered it all too well. He won't ever forget how everybody turned to look at him walking away leaving that poor girl crying, alone and with her heart broken. He was so selfish. Maybe too manly for his liking. He was an asshole to say the least. And he knew it. He won't ever deny it. but He likes to think he learnt from it.

His breathing stopped when while taking a seat and listening to Carlos talk about how next year he was gonna work in the Ferrari team on strategy, he saw you. The girl he had nightmares with and his most lovely dreams. All he could do was smile. You looked so different yet so beautiful. He realized he had never seen you this beautiful from what he can remember. You dont look like in the pictures of your times together he keeps on a google photos cloud. But you didn't smile back at him. That made him feel an ache in his heart for some reason. Not that he would see you ever again he guessed. He observed every single moment you did until he couldn't see you anymore. He was left feeling confused but tried to play it cool so the guys wouldn't catch him. He felt weird for the rest of the day. He couldn't stop seeing your face looking him straight in the eyes. what was your life now? were you married? were you single? he knew you were a writer but even if he thought he wouldnt see you again, he wanted to know. he wanted to know you. Were you as miserable as him?

When you got into your car you started breathing heavily hearing his loud laugh in your head repeating like a broken record. You felt scared. Why now? Why now that you really need to move on? Why is it gotta be now that he shows up in your life again?

You just drove home trying to make yourself believe it was a dream. He wasn't real. He didn't walk into the same coffee shop he broke up with you. He didn't smile at you. You didn't stare at him for a few microseconds. That moment didn't exist.

You were hallucinating, you guessed.

⋆˚࿔ TO BE CONTINUED 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Chapter two: here.

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i just really hope you like it as much as i like this idea!

i'm already working in part two so stay tuned i will update you in these next few days <3

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spicyhiddles · 2 years ago

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Deepest Desire | Loki x Reader

A/N: (This is the second part of my first Loki x Y/N story). Loki reveals a long kept secret, showing the reader a vulnerable side of him that he has never shown anyone before.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Cursing, passionate kissing, slight roughness, mention of sex, sexual terms

You take a shaky breath, trying to make sense of Loki’s words.

“What do you mean? Why did you…?” You can’t think straight, can’t form the right words or ask the right questions.

Loki delicately cups your chin in his strong fingers, turning your head slightly so your gaze meets his own.

“Y/N…” Loki takes a deep breath, building up the courage to tell you the truth.

“Thor told me he intended to court you. He told me he was driven mad by his affection for you.” He swallows hard.

“Loki I…” Loki silences you, placing his index finger over your red lips. You gasp slightly at the sensation.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” His voice hardly above a whisper.

You meet his gaze once again. His eyes look different somehow, an intensity glowing in them that you can’t quite comprehend.

“Loki?”

“Y/N I…” He stalls, inhaling sharply. You plead to him with your eyes, silently begging him to tell you what is on his tormented mind. His eyes soften.

“I couldn’t bear the thought.” He is staring into your eyes, holding your gaze. You want to peel your eyes away, to look anywhere else, but you can’t. It is as though he has enchanted you with his bright blue eyes, staring so intensely into your own.

“I just…” he gently cups your cheek in his hand. You subconsciously lean into his touch, earning a small, sad smile.

“I snapped. I struck him with my bare hands.” His voice is laced with self hatred.

“Loki…” This time you are the one to cup Loki’s cheek in your delicate hand. You run your soft thumb over his jaw. He takes a ragged breath.

“Y/N… I left a mark. My own brother…” tears well up in his eyes. You stroke his cheek gently with your thumb. You lean forward slightly, just close enough so he can feel your warm breath on his face.

“And yet he left a mark that will never fade.” You tentatively run your fingers over his healing wound. You can feel his heartbeat grow more rapid as you caress his scarred skin.

“Y/N?” Loki’s voice has suddenly shifted, sounding almost worried. “What would you have done?”

You raise one eyebrow, confused.

“If Thor were to court you, what would you do.” Loki’s voice cracks with pain. It pains your heart how little Loki believes he is worth. You run your hand up his arm, earning a shiver from him.

“Loki, I have no interest in your brother. My heart is elsewhere.” Your voice is confident and unwavering.

Loki sighs sadly.

“Well, whoever your heart belongs to, they are truly, very lucky.” He avoids making eye contact.

“Loki? What are you getting at?” You lift his chin gently with no more than the tips of your fingers. He rests his head in your hand.

“Y/N…” he lifts his head, his eyes glued to yours. You can clearly see the longing in his eyes.

You cannot contain the shiver that visibly runs through your entire body as he reaches up to gently caress the side of your now flushed face.

“Oh Y/N.” Loki runs his fingertips up the side of your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your skin crawls beneath his gentle touch.

“Sweet, beautiful Y/N.” He leans forward, his breath like fire on the sensitive skin of your cheeks”

“Regardless of who your heart belongs to Y/N,” he breathes, “my heart will forever be yours, and your alone.” You gasp, shocked by his sudden confession. You are frozen in place, unable to move or speak as Loki slowly leans in, eyes locked on yours. He tentatively presses his lips to yours, but pulls away almost instantly, noticing your hesitation.

“I’m so sorry. Y/N I am so, so sorry.” He shifts away from you, running his hands through his dark, curly hair. You don’t know how to react.

You had fallen in love with Loki years ago. You had dreamt of him. Every night you had dreamt of him kissing you. Wanting you in the same way you wanted him. But you never thought that he would want you outside of your dreams, in reality. It was overwhelming.

“L… Loki?” Your voice is hoarse. You aren’t sure if he heard, until…

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” You look to Loki, only to find his gaze fixed firmly on you. A single tear runs down his cheek. That sets you off. You shift in the bed, position yourself on your knees in front of the God. Loki was normally so proud and firm, but the god sitting in front of you now was so vulnerable. You’d never once seen him like this.

“Loki…” Your voice was so soft, you could barely even hear yourself speak.

Loki lifts his head. Everything about his expression screams self hatred. He is so ashamed of himself.

You lean forward, your lips inches away from his. You stare intensely into his slightly widened eyes.

“Loki.” This time you say his name as if it is something sacred, something precious as a new life.

His eyes water. You know he is not used to being spoken to with such tenderness. He inches forward, bringing his lips so close to yours you can feel the heat radiating from them.

“Loki. I’m the one who should be sorry.” A tear runs down your cheek.

Loki looks like he’s about to say something, but you cut him off, carefully pressing your lips to his. He hesitates, only for a moment, then kisses you back, his lips softly exploring yours. You continue exploring each other’s mouths, swirling your tongues around each other. He wraps his arms around your core, pulling you gently onto his lap. You hold onto his shoulders for support, and give his bottom lip a gentle nip, causing him to groan with pleasure. He digs his nails into your back, sinking through the fabric of your shirt. You whimper, more from shock than pain. Loki loosens his hold on you, moving his lips away from yours for a moment to make sure you’re alright. You pull him back in, smashing your lips against his. Suddenly you feel his length growing harder beneath you. He groans, kissing you with so much fire and passion you feel you might melt.

When you finally pull away from him, you are both out of breath. Loki could run a marathon without breaking a sweat, yet here he was, breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, his hard length now pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

“Loki.” You moan out his name. Loki sighs.

“Gods Y/N. I… I want you so badly.” Loki pulls you even closer to him, breaths ragged.

You unconsciously rock your hips forward. It’s very slight movement, but still enough to make Loki’s already painfully hard cock twitch.

“Loki,” you breathe, “ I n…need you.” Loki groans, now sure you desire him just as much as he desires you.

“Oh, gorgeous girl. You have always been my deepest desire.” He moans, lightly bucking his hips up into you.

“Now, finally, I can have you in every way possible.” He smiles, slipping his hands beneath your shirt. He looks to you for consent.

“Are you ready sweet girl?” His voice is so smooth, and sweet like honey. You nod.

“Yes Loki. Please. Fuck me.”

Next part coming soon…

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ribbonsaikeaux · 7 months ago

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Shadow: Fallen Angel

In the neon glow of the city streets, shadows dance like flames. Stretching and contracting; looming large then disappearing beneath the caster. No one thinks much of them the majority of the time. Though, sometimes, one might catch an unusual movement from the corner of their eye. A darkness that seems to dart with preternatural quickness from one pool of black to another. Most write it off as a trick of the light, or of the mind. Usually, theyre right, but sometimes something resides in the darkness.

A lone angel darts into an amber lit alleyway; panting and trying to catch her breath. Leaning forward with her hands on her knees, she lets out a deep sigh and closes her eyes. The many eyes on the side walk, she swears, were fixed on her halo. Overwhelmed at this much perceived attention, she had begun to panic. A moment, she thought to herself, just need a moment. Having finally calmed her nerves, she straightens up, shaking the remaining jitters off.

"Okay. Im good. Its okay. Im fine" she says out loud, attempting to reassure herself.

With one last deep breath, she attempts to take a step, but finds her legs wont obey. Her shadow, unbeknownst to her, appears to be wreathed in void-like flames. It straightens, standing tall with its arms at its sides and legs together. To her horror, she does the same. The poor angel cant speak, cant move, cant scream.

Her shadow lifts both arms, gripping her halo. Muffled protests vibrate deep in her throat and chest, unable to fight whatever force has gripped her. Her arms flex and strain as the halo bends in the shadows hands until, finally, it snaps in half with a thunderous crack. A cry of amguish reverbates through her chest, muffled by her still sealed lips. Tears begin streaming from her pained eyes.

In a swift, unnaturally forcful motion, the cracked and jagged ends of the broken halo are thrust through her forehead unceremoniously.

Pain. Agony. Cries cut short in her throat as blood streams down her face. Whatever forse puppeting her not allowing her blissful unconciousness. She stands, once again, bolt straight with her arms at her sides. The twin streams of tears and blood flooding her face as they merge. Some passing the corners of her mouth, leaving her with the taste of salty iron.

The crescents of the halo burn beneath her skin, charring and becoming twisted black horns. The angels' muffled wails of pain intensifying as abysal flames spark and engulf her. All the while stuck frozen and unmoving. Her skin wriths and twists across her body, dying a deep crimson. New scars appearing on her skin, one for each sacrifice she'd ever made. Marking her now devilish form forever as a reminder. Her pristine white wings quickly turned to ash, but retained a wing-like shape. Her shadow forcing them to spread, eliciting another agonized muffled scream from her chest. Her nails become talons and she could now feel sharp fangs pressing against the back of her lips.

The transformation complete, her eyes are the only thing that remained of her previous form.

The shadowy flames died, seemingly leaking into the surrounding darkness. As if cut from invisible strings, the angel collapses to the ground. Finally free to scream, pained otherworldly wails poured from her lungs until her voice turned hoarse. Curling up in a ball, she wraps herself in her wings of ash, sobbing and rocking.

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butterfliesoverfeelings · 7 months ago

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When the Stars Don’t Align

Do you think I keep talking about my feelings, my longings, and my loneliness because I’m stuck, unable to move on from you? Do you think my melancholy is a plea to rebuild the life we once imagined together? Perhaps, in some ways, I still feel that, but do you really believe that if you came back, I would welcome you so easily?

I used to hold on to the hope of forever with you, but now, I hold on to something else—myself. I’ve promised to live fully, whether or not you are part of that life. I’m slowly realizing that I can’t wait for our stars to align or for you to find the courage to love me the way I deserved. I used to clutch these feelings tightly, fearing they’d dissolve into nothing, just like you did. I was terrified that by letting go, I’d lose a part of myself. But I see now that holding on to the past isn’t the same as living.

Do you think my feelings will fade with time? No, they won’t vanish until I do. You had the power to either make my wildest dreams come true or to bury me alive in the ruins of them—there was never an in-between. But just because you left doesn’t mean I should stay frozen in time, clinging to the memory of what we once were. No, moving forward isn’t about abandoning those memories—it’s about transforming them. It’s about carrying them lightly, not as burdens, but as lessons that shaped me. I’m learning that whether we cross paths again or not, I will be fine. The love I held so fiercely isn’t a chain; it’s a bridge, one that leads me to who I am becoming.

Moving forward means embracing the life that’s unfolding before me now, not the one we envisioned together. It means finding joy in moments and places where you no longer exist, building memories that have nothing to do with you. It means breathing deeply again, no longer suffocated by your absence, no longer defined by the void you left behind. I’m not erasing you. I’m simply choosing to step out of the shadows of what we were. Moving forward is my decision to claim my future, to keep dreaming, even if those dreams no longer include us.

And one day, when our paths cross again, you’ll be a stranger who once knew every part of me. I will no longer finish your sentences, and I won’t understand your silences. The weight of our past will have lightened into something like an echo—faint, distant, and no longer painful. We will no longer carry the burden of what could have been. Instead, we’ll just be two people who loved, learned, and let go.

Forever wondering yet ever hopeful,

Yours truly.

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otomehoneyybearr · 7 months ago

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Act 12

Episode 22: The What-If Future and The Certain Now: Omi

Working w/ Maybelle Lace, jujumin-translates, Fea

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

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Omi: ...

Nachi: "Even after knowing my dream, are you still going to turn away from it?"

Omi: ...It's impossible for me. I can't run with you anymore.

Nachi: "You turned your back on the Wolves as well. They'll lose their place and become lone wolves again."

Omi: I don't have the power to lead the team anymore. I realize that now.

Omi: They were following you.

Nachi: "What are you talking about?! Can you still say the same things after remembering the pain of those guys chasing after you?"

Nachi: "Have you forgotten what made you and me so strong?!"

Omi: ——I can only vaguely remember it now. The Wolf at that time and his strength, soul, connections, everything...

Omi: (I can't ride my bike. I turned my back on photography. I don't know where I can be that I can be truly proud of.

Omi: (If I'm unable to look forward with confidence, I don't have the right to look back on those days.)

Omi: (I'm still stuck in this place... without moving on to anywhere.)

Omi: (...If I hadn't noticed that Nachi's dream had become my dream, my heart might have remained frozen forever.)

Omi: (I wouldn't have been able to face my peerless partner, and my relationship with the Wolves' members would have been severed.)

Omi: ..

Omi: (The Wolves' flag... I never thought I'd see it like this again.)

Kamekichi: You're late! Take your seat!

Omi: ——.

Omi: (...Ah, now that I think about it, they're keeping Kamekichi at Zen's shop temporarily.)

Kamekichi: What are you getting to drink?!

Omi: You're helping the store well

Zen: He's quite capable.

Omi: I look forward to working with you today, Zen

Zen: Likewise. All the other members are here already. You're the last one to arrive.

Omi: Sorry for bringing such a large group each time.

Zen: Just take a seat. Today's appetizer is salmon carpaccio.

Wolves Member A: Haah, Zen's cooking is so delicious

Wolves Member B: I've never eaten anything like it before, but it's delicious.

Omi: Thank you for the food.

Zen: I'm glad that you were satisfied with it.

Ryo: ...First of all Omi, is it okay that I brought you along at this time?

Ryo: I was the one who brought everyone together, but all of the Wolves feel the same way.

Ryo: Please... let us be of help to you and everyone at Mankai Company!

Wolves Member A: Please!

Wolves Member B: Yea!

Ryo: Please let the company I work for repair the dilapidated theater!

Ryo: I'm pretty big in the field now!

Ryo: I asked my boss, and he promised to do it for me at a huge discount.

Ryo: The person who cared for me the most in my life was in a pinch so I asked if I could help and she told me to leave it to her!

Ryo: Of course it's not for free, but...!

Omi: No, I really appreciate it. Thanks a lot, Ryo. Contact the manager in charge of repairs and have him refer you.

Ryo: 'Kay!

Wolves Member A: My company does advertising, so please let us help promote when the show resumes!

Wolves Member B: My company can also cater you guys food!

Omi: You guys too...

Omi: ...I thought you guys might've been worried about what happened to the theater so we had this meeting.

Omi: But I never expected you to think that much about it...

Ryo: ...Unlike back then, there are things we can do now other than fighting. That makes me happy.

Ryo: The reason we were able to connect with people and society despite being loners was because Nachi and Omi gave us a place in the Wolves in the beginning...

Ryo: That's why we absolutely have to support Omi when he's in a pinch.

Wolves Member A: That's right! Ask us anything!

Wolves Member B: Nachi and Omi's dream is our dream too! We will do anything for it!

Omi: Thank you.

Omi: (I was able to regain such a warm place because...)

Izumi: I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Omi: What?

Izumi: Maybe your friend's dream is what prompted you to start acting, but can you really say that's the only reason you're doing it now?

Omi: ...

Izumi: From where I'm standing, you look like you take theater really seriously. You couldn't do that if you didn't enjoy it for what it was, right?

Omi: I...

Izumi: It may have started out as your idea of atonement, but now that you've grown an appreciation of your own, it's more than just your friend's dream.

Izumi: It's BOTH of your dreams. You've got equal ownership now.

Omi: ...Maybe you're right.

Omi: I guess it IS my dream now. Not just his.

Ryo: Omi, you haven't changed at all. Seein' you on stage, you looked exactly like you did when you were standin' with Nachi an'... An'...!

Omi: So much for 'just sweat'.

Ryo: I'll keep supportin' you from here on out! And I'll bring the rest of the Wolves to see you, too! I'm sure they'd be real happy, so—!

Omi: Thank you, Ryo. Thank you for coming tonight, and for watching over the Wolves until the very end.

Ryo: ...!

Ryo: Uurgh, hgggh, uuuh...! Omiiiiiiiii!

Omi: Hey no, I thought you weren't crying?

Sakyo: This is a disturbingly familiar scene.

Juza: Yeah.

Banri: Damn, it's Sakoda 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Taichi: You said it!

Izumi: Ahahaha!

Omi: (By joining Mankai Company, I was able to face my past and the feelings of my lost partner once again.)

Omi: (I was supposed to just take over Nachi's dream, but it became the dream of me and Nachi, and before I knew it, it also became the dream of all the Wolf members as well.)

Omi: (I carry everyone's feelings on my shoulders as I chase my dreams. And I want to continue to protect this warm place among the Wolves.)

Omi: (No, I will definitely protect it.)

Omi: (...Nachi, please look over me. As long as I have this place and the days I spent with you, I can't give up. I will never give it up.)

Omi: ...If that's decided, then everyone, let's show off the Wolves' power!

Ryo: Yeah

Wolves Member A: Yeaaah!

Wolves Member B: That's what I'm talking about, Omi!

Kamekichi: What good comrades.

Zen: That's right.

Omi: I'm home.

Kai: Not yet, not yet! Come on, even a middle school student can do this!

Omi's Dad: Huh? Do you smell something burning?

Kai: The fire's too strong!

Omi's Dad: Ah, I see. Then let's turn down the heat..

Kai: That knob is for the stove next to it!

Omi's Dad: Oh no, it's burning!

Omi: ? Are you guys making dinner now?

Gaku: Ah, Omi, welcome back!

Omi's Dad: Well, you came home late.

Omi: Need some help?

Kai: You stay there and watch Omi. Today is the day we're having dad's cooking class.

Gaku: Dad should learn to do this at least. He'll be in trouble in his old age if he doesn't.

Kai: Yup. We won't be around forever after all

Omi's Dad: I-I know, I know. I'll be patient too.

Omi: (You've all become much more reliable. It seems that the harsh reality of my leaving the house was also a success in the end.

Gaku: Ah, right. Here, this was delivered to you, Omi.

Omi: A postcard...?

Omi: (It's from Sakuya. He must've gotten it from wherever he was traveling.

Sakuya: "How are you, Omi? I've eaten a lot of different cuisines in my travels."

Sakuya: "The other day I stumbled into a café with no customers, and I was surprised at how delicious their Napolitan was!"

Sakuya: "But even though it was delicious, I found myself thinking that Omi's Napolitan tasted a little better..."

Sakuya: "I wonder if this means Omi is winning over my stomach?"

Omi: Heh...

Omi: (When you say that, it makes it worth cooking it over and over again.)

Omi: (Sakuya is good at making people who cook happy. I guess it comes naturally to him.)

Omi: (I want to make Napolitan for him again soon. Well, he's traveling around now, so that can't happen...)

Omi: (For now, I'll just make Napolitan for dinner tomorrow.)

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