#i'd let him drain all the blood in my body if that's what he wants

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Tangerine and Lemon learn more about the young woman they'd been hired to save and things become complicated. pt. 2 to Delicate

Genre: hurt and comfort

Warnings: protective!Tangerine, canon like violence, swearing, blood, guns, wounds, mentions of domestic violence/violence towards women, plot heavy

~ thank you @oh-starstarstar for giving me the inspiration to write this! It took a VERY different turn then what i originally intended but it's an interesting ride—hopefully! ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

Y/n. Tangerine mouths your name as he stares into the bathroom mirror, his toothbrush hanging from his lips. Y/n. The name suits you and warmth spreads inside his stomach as he spits into the sink and his mind is filled with memories of how sweetly you'd looked at him.

Fuck. 

"Oi," Lemon's hurried voice snaps him out of whatever was happening and Tangerine turns to him, leaning his hip against the counter. "Some weird fucker is on the phone," Lemon shows his brother his phone, an unknown number displayed clearly on the screen. "Says we have something of his."

Tangerine bristles and his jaw clenches involuntarily. He holds out his hand for Lemon to hand him the phone and when he does he puts it on speaker and holds it close to his ear, letting Lemon lean in and hear the conversation. 

"'Ello?"

"You have something of mine," a hoarse voice cuts the silence. The man behind the phone sounds older, like his voice has had time to become damaged from years of smoking, and he has a thick Irish accent.

"And what might that be?" Tangerine retorts, sending Lemon an unsure look but he keeps his tone steady.

"You have my wife."

Tangerine feels like all blood has been drained from his body and he's so close to losing it. His grip tightens on the phone as his eyes narrow.

"Fuckin' pardon me? Your wife?" he asks slowly, processing the words himself. Surely this man can't mean you.  

The man chuckles darkly. "Aye. You stole her. Took my girl. Wasted my fucking time. I want to know why?" 

Lemon looks at Tangerine, his eyes round with panic as he automatically crosses his arms. 

"I have no fuckin' clue what you're on about," Tangerine explains calmly, his voice strained. He grips the end of the counter with one hand, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He doesn't want to tell this rando he has you at home with him and Lemon. He doesn't trust this fucker.

The man laughs darkly. "Defiance isn't smart, boy," the man says vaguely, his tone the same as before; hard and rough. "I don't like smug fuckers who take my things. I want my wife returned to me."

Tangerine pauses as he waits for the word 'safely' or any indication that this man who claims to be your husband cares for you. None come and his frown deepens. "We don't have anyone with us," he lies easily. "Now, why don't ya fuckin' leave me–"

Another cruel laugh sounds from the phone. "You and your brother are really startin' to piss me off," the man pauses and then asks, "I shouldn't have to introduce myself, should I?"

Lemon and Tangerine's expression hardens when they hear a gunshot and then a muffled scream that's followed by a heavy, dramatic, sigh. "See, I really did like that bloke—good guy, loyal, had a family and shit—" Tangerine's jaw clenches as he realizes how truly fucked this man is. "Now, I don't like you—you don't really wanna find out what I'd do to you, do you?" he threatens. 

"Cut the bullshit," Tangerine snaps, "Who the fuck are ya?"

"Moore, Keiran Moore," the man introduces himself after a moment. Tangerine's skin pales slightly and he's almost too distracted by Lemon's curse-whispering and insistent punches into the air, to fully register what that means. You? Married to Keiran Moore? One of the more dangerous Irish crime lords in central London?

Tangerine has so many questions swarming around him but Kieran's voice interrupts his thoughts. "Tomorrow. 9am. I'll have my men send you the location. Cross me again and I'll make a fruit salad out of you both, you understand me?" he chuckles at his own shitty joke and then the line ends.

Lemon snatches the phone from Tangerine's hand.

"Irish mob?! Really?" he hisses. "I told ya we should'av brought her to the cops! She's fuckin' trouble and it's biting us back in the arse!" 

Tangerine narrows his eyes at his brother and drags a hand in his curls. "You believe him?"

"You don't?!" Lemon counters, sounding exasperated as he hits Tangerine on the back of the head. "Stop thinkin' with yer fuckin' dick and be smart. She's married. To some dangerous fucker!!" he scolds and Tangerine feels like this is karma for all the years he's been the one to scold Lemon for stupid shit. 

Still, he isn't convinced. 

"I didn't see a ring on her finger, Lemon."

"Ya, because the arseholes that kidnapped Kieran Moore's wife probably took her wedding ring, you wanker!!" Lemon throws his hand up in defeat and exhaustion, "I'm not havin' this conversation with you right now. Why don' ya ask her yourself, hm?" 

Tangerine looks down the hallway. "She's probably sleepin' by now," he starts, knowing damn well he needs to talk to you. He needs to understand more because he's so damn confused.

Lemon sends him an annoyed look that he understands immediately and he swallows. Lemon isn't in any clear state of mind to question you without freaking you out—plus Tangerine's specialty is nonchalance. He can handle this easily. 

His walk to the guest bedroom seems longer than usual as he plays every scenario in his head, his hand clenching and unclenching. He knocks on the door, hearing your small voice answer. It's late and he instantly feels like an arse when he opens the door and sees your figure sitting up in bed, reaching over and turning on the lamp on the nightstand as the curtains are drawn shut. You turn and stare at him.

"Hi, darlin'," he whispers calmly, approaching you. You send him a nod of permission before he sits next to you on your bed. You shift and Tangerine can clearly see that your eyes are red and tired from your lack of sleep and from crying. His heart breaks and he swallows down the irritating lump forming in his throat. 

"I have some questions, Y/n, and I'm gonna need ya to be honest with me, you think ya can do that?" he begins, his hand itching to touch your leg and reassure any nerves that may be arising but he holds himself back. He waits for a nod andthen he continues. "Do ya know some bloke named Keiran Moore?"

As soon as the question leaves his lips, he sees the change in your expression. You sink into yourself, hand clutching the sheets as your breathing becomes harsher again.

Tangerine's worry increases and he holds out his hands for you to show you he still doesn't mean you any harm. He understands this is a lot to take in. "Woah, hey, it's okay. Ya know him, don' ya?" 

You nod meekly and alarm bells ring in Tangerine's head.

Her husband my arse—he thinks. 

"I need ya to tell me everything now. I can't help ya if you aren't completely honest with me. I know it's scary but Lemon and I truly mean you no harm. Ya can trust us," Tangerine explains as relief washes over you when he sees you relax and focus on calming your breathing.

"O-okay," you say after a moment, your voice so soft and delicate that Tangerine feels all kinds of emotions stir inside him. He looks at you, his gaze reassuring so you can continue. He needs to know everything and he wants to know it from you. 

"My father, his name is—'' you tell Tangerine your father's name in a whisper and his eyes narrow. Everyone in his line of business knows that name, only he never knew someone so ruthless and supposedly cruel had a daughter. 

"He promised me to Mr. Moore—some business arrangement I'm not sure— and I'm supposed to marry him. It's all a blur. I just– I didn't tell you and your brother because I didn't want you to return me to Mr. Moore. He's a brute and he's mean a-and—I- I tried to run once and he beat me—and once we're married he'll want me to do things. Things I don't want to do with him," you finish your rambles, your voice low.

The words sink in and Tangerine's jaw clenches. He knows what you mean and the thought makes his stomach twist with disgust. He inhales, holding in his fury for your sake since he doesn't want to scare you any more than you already are. 

"What do ya mean ya ran? You were living with him when you were kidnapped?"

You frown now, staring at Tangerine with a sincerely confused expression. "Kidnapped? I wasn't kidnapped. I told you, Daddy sold me to him."

It's Tangerine's turn to frown. 

"What?" he pauses, "So, your fiancé isn't the one who paid us to save you from your kidnappers?"

"Paid you? Kidnappers?"

"That doesn't matter now, darlin', but you're telling me technically we are the ones who kidnapped you from your fiancé?!" 

You chew on your lip, thinking for a moment. "I suppose?" 

Tangerine pinches the bridge of his nose and then he looks up at you, his eyes raking over you. You look terrified and confused and he's also fucking confused. Still, he reaches forward and smoothes his hand down your cheek, hesitating but ultimately smiling as you, consciously or not, lean into the warmth of his hand. 

"Don't ya worry, luv, we'll keep ya away from him and your father. I promise you," he strokes his thumb across your skin in a gentle manner. Tangerine feels like he's been turned inside out. He's never been gentle with anyone—not even with Lemon and he loves Lemon. 

Once you've calmed down and he'd gotten all the information he needed, he shuts the door behind him and walks back into the living room. Lemon looks up at his brother, still looking freaked out by the entire situation. "She's not married," Tangerine huffs and sits next to his brother, rubbing his temples as his eyes shut. "It's fuckin' complicated–"

"So, what are we gonna do now? Ya still wanna keep 'er?"

Tangerine opens his eyes and rolls them as he drums his fingers on his knee for a moment.

"Yeah. I still wanna keep 'er," he looks at Lemon, scoffing at the way he'd said that, and then a dangerous glint in his eye appears, one that Lemon knows all too well, "and the plan is simple, Lem. We're gonna kill those bellends."

* * *

Tangerine's plan is anything but simple, especially because it involves you. Lemon told him this was fucked up and a mistake but he didn't care. His plan was the only way to kill that bastard. 

You were dressed in your clothes from that night with only Tangerine's suit jacket draped over your shoulders as you shiver. The air is still damp and cool from the morning fog.

Tangerine was on edge as he nervously tapped his shoe against the graveled ground, checking his phone occasionally. Kieran Moore had been thirty minutes late to his rendez-vous andTangerine had only hoped he wasn't smart enough to only send him men—because otherwise, his plan is really truly fucked—

"This is so fucked!" Lemon suddenly shouts, blood splatter covering his face as he shoots at the group of men that had finally arrived, sweat trailing down from his hairline. "You fuckin' owe me, you wanker!" he screams at his brother, annoyed by the situation as he turns his head to see Tangerine take on three of Moore's men. It isn't exactly easy, but he's taken on worse than them. 

"Shit! Lem! Where's the bastard?!" Tangerine counters angrily, slamming the bud of his gun into a man's throat. He spins around, seeing bodies and smelling smoke but Kieran is nowhere to be seen anymore. Tangerine's blood runs cold when he sees that you're also missing from behind his car.

Where he'd made you promise you would hide when shit went down!

How could he have lost you?!

Lemon senses his brother's distress and grunts, looking towards the beaten-down and abandoned apartment complex. "He must have taken 'er in there since we blew up his cars. Couldn't have gone far on foot with a screaming bird in his arms— oh you motherfuckers, did he fuckin' send a cavalry?!" Lemon shoots another one of Moore's men. 

Screaming? Had you screamed and he didn't hear you?

Tangerine manages to break into a run, his eyes round and wild as he steadies his breathing so he can focus on finding you. When he enters the apartment building, he rounds the stairs and leaps up them. From a distance and because of an echo, he hears a shrill scream and he picks up his pace, spitting out blood from his mouth from a few hits he'd taken. 

"Shut up, ya stupid bitch!" Keiran's voice booms as he all but drags you up the stairs. The older man has a cigarette hung between his lips, cockily smirking as his hands gripping your arm as you kick and scream.

"Your fuckin' new boyfriends didn't think this through huh? Too busy with my men to realize I gotcha now?! You cheating whore— I'll have to beat some manners into ya again, huh? Huh?!" he snarls and smacks you across the cheek, causing another cry to tear from your throat.

Tangerine can see that your lip is bleeding. You look hurt and betrayed. He feels sick. Without thinking, he raises his gun and with a shaky exhale but a steady hand he pulls the trigger, hitting Kieran Moore through the head and killing him instantly. The man falls down the stairs, causing you to gasp. Your eyes follow him as he falls to Tangerine's feet at the bottom of the stairs. 

Tangerine wastes no time scrambling to where you are, guilt eating at him as he drops to his knees and without thinking, pulls you into his arms. His hold on you is hard and he's afraid he'll crush you so he loosens his hold.

However, you lean up, resting on your knees, as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him closer. You're shaking in his arms and his heart breaks when he hears you sniffle into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, stroking a hand in your hair. "I shouldn't 'ave brought you here. I shouldn't 'ave taken my eyes off him or ya for even a moment! I should'ave known this was too dangerous for ya. I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot."

You hold him tighter, your mind racing and his words reach your ears but you don't comprehend them. "Is he dead? Tell me he's dead, Tangerine. Promise me he's gone," you say, pulling him close as if you want to mold your body against his.

"He's dead. He can't hurt ya anymore," he whispers, kissing your forehead as he holds you. He presses another quick kiss to your hairline and then stands, pulling you up with him. "Now, I want ya to stay right here. I need to help Lem finish off those fuckers and then I'll come for ya. Promise. Stay here and be quiet. This shouldn't take long."

And he's right, it didn't take long because soon you're back at their car, sitting on the hood as Tangerine looks at the handprint on your cheek.

Lemon is hunched over against the car, muttering curses as he bandages his hand. You clench your hand between your knees nervously, your eyes focusing on Tangerine's eyes as his thumb brushes away some of your hair and not the countless dead bodies all around the outside of the apartment complex. 

Lemon grunts, standing up straighter. His gaze suddenly lands on you and when it does, his eyes soften. As pissed as he was with the entire situation, he is happy you're safe. He sends you a weak smile. He walks over and pats your knee reassuringly. "'M glad you're okay, Percy," he teases, the nickname making you smile.

"We should go," Lemon tells his brother, rolling up his sleeves as he looks around. "Don't want some good for nothin' pricks callin' the coppers on us." Tangerine nods and helps you down the hood, still holding a hand on your waist. The hand on your waist tightens when three cars suddenly pull up next to theirs, the tires screeching on the pavement. 

Without hesitation, Tangerine pushes you behind him and keeps an arm around you. "It's okay," he whispers gruffly, "I won't let them hurt you."

You frown, pushing on his arm and you take a step forward as men exit the cars, including one you know very well andyour heart sinks. "Daddy?" you whisper, your eyes widened and you pause, shrinking back behind Tangerine when you remember how much pain your father was responsible for.

Your dad walks out, raising his arms in surrender to show Tangerine and Lemon that he's not a threat to them. A bunch of his men, men you know, start to clean up the bloody mess. Lemon and Tangerine look confused and on guard when another man comes out with a silver case. 

"Steady, gentlemen," your dad says calmly as he looks you over and then tilts his head as an indicator for the man with the case to come forward and open it, revealing a bunch of money. "Your reward, hm? I promised you some money, didn't I?"

Lemon's mouth hangs open and Tangerine stares at the case, his arm still around you as he keeps you shielded behind him. "Pardon me?!" he spits and looks at the money, "what's that for?"

You stare at your father, catching on quicker to his games than the Twins. "You paid them to rescue me," you say, raising your arm and clutching Tangerine's sleeve. It doesn't make sense to you. Your father was the one who'd given you up to Kieran Moore so he could save his business. Why did he hire Lemon and Tangerine to save you then?

"I did," your dad says and he sighs, explaining himself. "You think I wanted you in the hands of that bastard? Kieran Moore has been a thorn in my side for decades. I didn't have a choice in the matter, he was blackmailing me and the entire organization. Our organization. The family organization! So, I did let him take you for a while and I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. But, Y/n/n, I couldn't let him keep you and I knew if anyone could keep you safe without raising suspicions, it was them." He gestures to Tangerine and Lemon. "And they did. Now, they have their money and you can come home now, pumpkin."  

You stare at your father's extended arms and your hand tightens around Tangerine's sleeve. You shake your head, eyes narrowed. "No. I want to stay with them," you say. After all, you're an adult who can make her own decisions. 

Tangerine's heart leaps when he hears you say that and he has to force down a smug smile. You want to stay with him and Lemon. Lemon looks less smug as he crosses his arms and looks around at your father's men cleaning up the mess they'd made of Kieran Moore's men. 

"Sweetness, these gentlemen want their money and if you don't come home with me, I can't pay them. Wouldn't be fair now would it?" Your father sounds stern and also confused by the turn of events. 

"We don' need your money," Tangerine admits quickly, keeping you close to him. "You didn't even show up to claim 'er!"

Your father pinches his nose and squeezes his eyes shut. "It was complicated. I couldn't pick her up then but I wasn't worried. I knew you wouldn't harm her. Listen, I can't just allow you to take my daughter—" 

Lemon interrupts him, "We just dealt with your lil' rivalry problem, huh, mate. Call it even?" he turns to look at you and how hard you're gripping Tangerine's sleeve. Lemon wasn't initially on board with this whole keeping-you-with-them-plan but when his gaze travels to his brother's expression, he chuckles and turns back to your father.

"Ya really think he'd hurt your daughter? Ya had no problem with someone who ya knew was gonna harm her taking 'er but this is too much?" 

"I want to stay," you repeat, your tone much firmer this time. "I'm not leaving with you."

Your father seems stumped for a moment but his shoulder sags and he glances around at his men. Lemon has a point, his problem has been mostly solved now or at least solved enough that he can easily take over from here.

He looks at you and inevitably the way you're still clinging to Tangerine and how he's standing next to you, his stance protective. Your father sighs. It wouldn't do anyone any good if he tried to force you to come home with him now.

So he doesn't and you find yourself back at the Twin's house, sitting on the sink in their bathroom, letting Tangerine press a cotton ball full of some homemade disinfectant to your split lip.

You look up at him. It feels wrong being the one he's caring for when he's very clearly more injured than you are.

"You should take a shower, darlin'," he whispers, bending down and throwing away the blood-stained cotton ball into the trash. He straightens up and rests his hand against your cheek as he runs his thumb around the bruise on your cheek, his thumb barely applying any pressure.

"Can I help clean you up?" you ask. You're starting to become more comfortable around him and it makes his heart flutter.  

Tangerine smiles and chuckles. "Nah. I'm okay. Promise. You should relax in a warm shower. You've been through a lot."

"So have you," you say and press your thumb next to a particularly gruesome-looking wound on his forehead. 

He flinches but gently lowers your wrist and holds your hand in his. "I'm used to this. Ya don't need to worry for me, luv." Tangerine looks at you with such care, that you can't help but mirror his expression. You lean up, bringing your hands up to his cheeks, and without a chance to question your actions, you lightly kiss his lips.

You pull away almost instantly, cringing at the sharp pain in your newly wounded lip from the pressure. Tangerine can taste the saltiness from your lips onto his but that's the least of his worries as his eyes widen and he holds your hips steady on the sink, looking you over as he's speechless from your kiss. "Ow," you mutter and touch your lip, "too soon," you joke with a small smile.

"What was that for?" Tangerine asks breathlessly, his focus still on the fact that you'd kissed him. Actually kissed him. 

You smile. "Just a small thank you. For saving me and for letting me stay with you and your brother—keeping me safe and all." You press your palm on his chest, looking up at him. "There's more where those came from after you let me clean you up," you tease in a tone Tangerine hadn't heard from you previously. You sound lighter, not at all afraid or nervous. He really likes this side of you. his lips curl into a smirk as he reaches over the sink and hands you a fresh cotton ball, his hand curling on top of yours as you clutch it. 

"Careful with me, darlin'," he returns the tease and presses a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

You laugh—that sound he loves so so much and he hopes with everything he has that he can hear that sound until the day he dies. 

He's never ever leaving your side again. 

[suuuupernovaaa]

seze

seze [ˈsɛ.zɛ] n. blue flower

Anonymous Request: Reader confesses her feelings to Ao'nung and he rejects her pretty harshly, and Neteyam comforts her and eventually confesses to her and she realizes her feelings for Neteyam. When it comes time for them to mate before Eywa, Ao’nung regrets rejecting her, but it’s too late.

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He looked me right in the eyes as he said it, with no shame, holding back nothing.

"I could never love someone like you."

He didn't yell it, he didn't even use a particularly harsh tone... he said it as if he was commenting that it looked like it might rain. It was a simple fact, and he seemed surprised that it wasn't something I'd considered.

I knew what he meant by 'someone like me'. Someone of little consequence. Someone with no particular or special skills. Someone on the outskirts of the clan, someone no one had ever really noticed.

Someone unimportant.

Though the words knocked the wind out of me, drained the blood from my face and made me feel light headed, all I could do was nod, turn, and walk slowly away.

It had taken weeks to work up the courage to tell Ao'nung how I felt. He had been so kind to me lately... I thought maybe, he felt the way I felt. Now I realized, that was foolish.

I left the beach for the protection of the treelined, and once I was out of sight, I sank to the ground, and let out a painful, low-pitched wail that I felt through my entire body.

The disappointment was hard, but the embarrassment was almost worse. Of course Ao'nung wouldn't be interested in someone like me; he would take a high-born mate, not a fisherman's daughter.

I cried myself to sleep, slumped against a tree, trying to accept my fate.

--

Neteyam noticed a change in Y/N right away. Though she mostly kept to herself, she was always cheerful and happy. He knew Kiri had a particular interest in Y/N, they had become sort of friends, and so she was around his family sometimes.

Something had happened to Y/N about three days ago, but Neteyam didn't know what. Though she was still around, she didn't speak, or smile, or engage hardly at all.

Neteyam asked Kiri what it was, but Kiri just shrugged and told him Y/N hadn't said anything to her.

He thought that was obtuse of Kiri. Hadn't he noticed the change in her friend? She was quiet before - not absolutely silent.

After another day of this, Neteyam could no longer hold his tongue, and when the opportunity presented itself and he found himself alone on the beach with Y/N, who was braiding a fishing net, he decided he had to speak up.

--

Neteyam sat next to me, lifting the net I was working on into his hands. It was small yet, but would be quite large when I was finished.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked.

I glanced over at him and nodded.

"Actually, I wanted to ask... if you're okay?"

My hands, once busy, settled into my lap, gripping the netting tightly. I was not okay, but I couldn't imagine why Neteyam would care. He had never shown any particular interest in me. In fact, no one had, save his sister, but even she hadn't noticed what was going on with me.

Ao'nung was right - I was not lovable.

A tear slipped from my eye, and I brushed it away, hoping Neteyam hadn't noticed.

"I'm fine," I replied.

Neteyam shook his head. "You are crying."

I turned away from him, pulling my knees to my chest. "It doesn't matter, Neteyam. Don't trouble yourself with me."

His warm, strong hand gripped my shoulder, and without thinking, I leaned over, pressing my cheek to his hand. The contact felt so good, and I tried to remember the last time someone had touched me like this... or at all.

"Tell me."

He pulled gently, and I turned to face him. The look on his face was so genuine, so earnest, and so full of concern. For a second, I wondered if he was teasing me. Maybe Ao'nung had told him what happened already, and Neteyam wanted to make fun of me.

That didn't make sense, though. Ao'nung and Neteyam weren't even close to being friends.

So maybe the concern was genuine.

The words spilled out of me then, like vomit, and I couldn't stop them. I told Neteyam about my years-long crush on Ao'nung, how I had pined for him, imagined a life with him, took his kindness to mean something it hadn't meant, and how when I'd told Ao'nung how I'd felt, he made it clear that I was too unimportant for someone like him to ever care about or notice.

I was crying by the end, fat tears rolling down my cheeks and splashing hot onto my lap, but it felt so good to finally tell someone that I didn't care, I couldn't feel embarrassed anymore. I had suffered enough embarrassment to last a lifetime over the past few days; I wanted to be done with that.

When I finished, I furiously wiped the tears from my eyes, and waited for Neteyam's response.

His expression was... angry. His brows furrowed, his mouth pursed, his eyes focused.

"I will kill that moron," he whispered.

I sighed and shook my head. "He doesn't have to love me."

"But he could at least be kind!"

I didn't reply, because I couldn't exactly argue with him.

Neteyam reached out unexpectedly, pulling me to him, wrapping me in a tight hug. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him, scooting closer, our bodies pressed together.

It felt so comforting, so intimate, so nice to be treated like this and cared about, I would've started crying again if I'd had any tears left.

"Neteyam, thank you," I whispered.

He pulled back, looking me in the eyes. "You are important, Y/N. I have watched you. You are kind and thoughtful. You watch Tuk carefully to ensure she doesn't ever get hurt, you treat Kiri with thoughtfulness and protect her when others treat her like she's different, you even tolerate Lo'ak. I have never met anyone so gentle or caring. That someone could hurt you... it makes me want to kill him, Y/N. He had no right to speak to you that way. You are like... you are like a flower, with soft petals. You should be protected, given water and sun, not stomped on."

A flower. This is was nicest thing anyone had ever said to me, and Neteyam was staring into my eyes, so intently. How could someone like him, the son of Taruk Makto, have noticed and felt these things about me?

"Neteyam, I..." I searched my mind for a perfect reply, but could only come up with: "I see you, Neteyam."

"I see you, Y/N."

My lips spread wide in a smile - my first in many days - and Neteyam smiles in return.

--

After that day, Neteyam and I were scarcely ever apart. He became at first, a best friend, my closest confidant, and then naturally, it turned into something more.

There wasn't a moment when I realized it had happened. He just began holding my hand nearly all of the time, guiding me by the small of my back, touching his forehead to mine when we part and finally, one night, he kissed me.

It didn't even shock me. It felt natural, that Neteyam would kiss me. It felt really almost overdue. Neteyam should have been kissing me since the moment we met.

We were completely in step, in sync, together always. Neteyam was meant to be my mate, and I was meant to be his.

He didn't really ask me, formally, to be his mate. He just mentioned once, something about, "when we're mated..." and I agreed.

And the date was set... but we told almost no one, outside of his family and mine. It felt special, secret, just for us.

--

"Kiri says they're very happy," Tsireya told her mother while she chopped fruit. "I think it's nice, that Y/N has found someone. She's always seemed so lonely."

Ronal nodded. "That's good. Good for Y/N. She's a nice girl."

Ao'nung sat across from them, his jaw set in anger. Y/N had done him a kindness by telling no one about his harsh rejection, and he had since realized that.

It wasn't that he didn't like Y/N. He had always thought she was beautiful, and kind, and there was something interesting about her, a quality he hadn't seen in other women in the clan... but no one really knew her, or cared about her. Her parents weren't particularly important to the clan, and neither was she, and Ao'nung thought, as future Ole'eyktan, he should have someone better.

He had come to realize that he had been stupid. Better wasn't more well-known, more talented, more superficial... better was kind, and caring, and someone his mother thought was a 'nice girl'.

"They are to be mated before Ewya," Tsireya said with a blush. "They don't plan to make a ceremony of it, just the two of them."

Ronal smiled. "Beautiful."

Ao'nung sat, simmering in anger at the chance he had lost, thinking of how Neteyam had almost beat him senseless when he found out how Ao'nung had treated Y/N.

He knew now, he deserved it, and he'd missed his chance.

--

When Ao'nung had told me he could never love me, it had seemed like the end of my life. It made me feel stupid, and worthless, and ugly. I hadn't thought I'd ever recover.

Then, Neteyam breathed new life into me. He didn't have to, but he did, and he kept doing it, every single day since then.

We emerged from the water, Neteyam breathless, chest heaving, my mate before Ewya.

He pulled me into his arms once more, pressing a desperate kiss to my lips, holding my face in his hands, then wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you," he whispered over and over between kisses, and I thought I could cry with gratefulness and joy.

"I love you, Ma Neteyam," I replied. I pulled away, just for a moment, to smile at him. "Thank you."

He pushed the wet hair from my face. "My flower," he said with a soft smile, as he so often did.

The sting of rejection was long behind me, replaced by enough joy to last a lifetime.

[loveswrites]

Do you know when you’re going to post your next Poly Volturi? (Absolutely no rush btw take your time and always focus on you and your health first🫶) I was just wondering cause i miss you 🫶

(i don’t have any intention of sounding rude or anything im just wondering and i definitely dont wanna rush you and i ofc want you to take your time and ofc it’s important to focus on yourself first ALWAYS🫶🫶)

Nightmare Poly Volturi x reader

Time it took me: 5 hours

Word count: 2023

To anon: Hello lovely! I'm sorry for the wait it's been like a month since my last post but I've come to give you a little gift! Hope you like it! Thank you so much for your reassurance, You didn't sound rude at all I understand I was gone a LONG time. I'm surprised I even wrote this today my mind was so foggy I haven't really had a good day so I thought I'd put a smile on someone else's!

Love <3

p.s I also tried to find that spongebob meme in a gif but I couldn't find it for some reason lmk if you get it when you read it!

Turning a sharp corner your hip grazed against the cold cobblestone walls of the castle. Causing you to suck in a strong gasp of air. Rubbing your hand against the throbbing pain you felt something wet. Twisting your face up in confusion you couldn't tell what it was. There was a storm and the castle was as dark as it's ever been. The candles Cauis ordered to be lit every set of the sun for you weren't lit like they normally are. If one candle blew out, rather you were there or not he would have someone's head not long after.

"You smell delicious." You heard from no other than the exact one you were thinking about. Caius.

Still a little confused, your eyes widened. Blood. You were bleeding and Cauis was chasing you.

Resuming your slow steps turned into a fast pace run. Well as fast as you could. Your eyes burned with tears as you could hear Caius' steps quicken. Why was he doing this, you thought. Doesn't he love you? 

"Are you frightened little human?" Cauis hissed out with so much venom you could taste it. 

"Please stop-" You were cut off with a scream crawling out of your throat as a strong sound of thunder and lightning struck.

"Your fear reeks a phenomenal scent. I can't wait to taste you." He sneered out letting out a chilling chuckle. 

You couldn't stop the tear that ran down your cheek with his statement. All you could feel was your heart pounding in your chest, So much you thought it would run into overdrive and stop. With the halls darken you ran with what little memory you could collect right now.  Your brain was foggy. Your heart was hurt. And your face was stained with tears of fear. You never thought that you would die like this. The more you ran the more you realized that this was a loop. You had been running around in a circle this whole time and Cauis was still chasing you. 

"Help Me! Jane! Alec! Please don't do this Caius! You're scaring me!" You screamed out looking back for the first time since you started running.

 He was right there. 

Pricing red eyes stared back at you menacingly.

The only sound you could get out of your mouth was a gasp. He grabbed you by your arms in a tight unbreakable grip. So tight you thought your bones would snap. You never did take your vitamins as a kid you thought. Before you could say another word he bared his fangs and snapped down on your neck. You let out a strong scream. It was so loud it echoed and bounced off the walls. You could feel your own blood wetting your skin rolling down your once warm body. As much as you struggled you couldn't move. As much as you screamed you could no longer make sound. All you felt was your life being drained from your body. Mustering all of your strength you screamed the loudest you could with little life you had left. 

"Mio caro!? Wake up è solo un sogno!" A voice sounded.

Snapping your eyes open, you saw him. Screaming once against you pushed off of him blinded to your surroundings. You fell down onto a cold marble floor it hurt but you could care less right now. Anything to get away from him.

"Don't touch me! S-stay away from me! J-Jane! Where are you!?" You screamed out tears already rolling down your face. Still crawling away from Caius you kept your eyes on him the best you could with blurred vision. 

"What-" Cauis started but was cut off by your words.

"Don't talk to me, leave me alone! Jane! W-where's Jane!? Jane! Jane!!" You cried screaming at the top of your lungs. 

Everyone's attention snapped to the door as Jane busted through the door. Her piercing red eyes were filled with anger ready to unleash hell on anyone that dared to hurt what is hers. 

"What happened!" She snapped sharp eyes staring down everyone who was in the room. She saw no threat but that didn't mean there wasn't one.

You were in the throne room as you always were half the time. Everyone knew you loved laying upon the throne with Caius. You were often there with him during most trails. It was convenient because most of the time all of your mates were there also. So hearing your screams come from this room of all places put Jane on guard. 

"We don't know she was just resting as she always is, then woke up screaming." Marcus stated.

"She's very frightened and the first one so called out for was you. Go to her, Slowly.” Aro said making sure to speak softly.

She listened, making sure to take slow and soft steps towards you. When she was finally in front of you she kneeled down to your level as you had backed yourself into a corner. 

“Who scared you?” She asked, trying her best to not sound too demanding but failing miserably. 

You reached out and wrapped your arms around her tightly, crying hard.

“Please don’t let him hurt me.” You whispered into her neck. A whisper so low that she had to try to listen. 

“Who is trying to hurt you?” She whispered back wrapping her arms around you. Doing her best to console you as physical touch is still a hard thing for her.

“C-caius he bit me he was trying to kill me.” You said still shaking as the scene replayed in your head over and over again.

“Well I guess we know who won't be turning her.” Felix snickered, earning a shove from dem.

“Silence!” Cauis ordered, making Felix shut up immediately. His loud tone made you jump and brung more tears to your eyes. Jane continued to comfort you, whispering calming and promising words in your ear.

“Go on, tell me what else happened.” She beckoned.

“I was trying to run away from him b-because he was chasing me. I didn’t know why until I realized that I was bleeding and he wasn’t chasing me to help me. He was chasing me to bring more h-harm to me. I was going in circles and I couldn’t find a way out! There wasn’t a way out but I kept trying and trying but he still got me and- He drained me of everything inside of me.. I can still feel his bite. It hurts, why does it hurt?” You whimpered out sniffling every few words. You held onto Jane tighter in fear she would let you go.

It was silent for a while. No one in the room knew quite what to say. Or what you needed to hear. But the one thing they all knew was that no matter how much Cauis would threaten or yell at you he would lay down his life for you. And if he ever laid a harmful hand on you the rest of you mates would deal with him no matter the consequences. One little human held so much power. 

“It was just a nightmare, you're safe. He would never hurt you. And if he did I’d kill him myself.” Jane said firmly. 

Her words brung comfort to you. Jane never lies. Especially to you.  She always says that she has no time for lying. To which you always say she technically has all her life or death to lie. 

“Jane let me see her.” Cauis said leaving no room for arguing.

“Caius.” Marcus said in a warning tone.

“Do you want to face him? I’ll take you away if not.” Jane whispered in your ear. It took a little while for you to answer but eventually you did sadly. You truly weren't ready to face him but you didn’t want Jane to get in trouble for your newfound fear.

“It’s okay..” You said slowly as if you were trying to convince yourself. 

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“I’m sure.” You said taking a deep breath when Jane parted from you. Though Jane was freezing cold her cold began to feel warm to you. So when she let you go you couldn’t help but feel naked under the eyes of everyone in the room. A shiver ran down your spine when you finally made eye contact with Caius. His red eyes were intimidating but not as threatening as the ones in your nightmares. In fact his eyes looked.. Concerned, confusion and hurt. That one was a kick to the chest. You hated seeing him hurt but you hated seeing you hurt more. 

“Come here.” Caius said watching you as you took very slow steps to you. Realizing your fear was truly real as you'd normally run to him full of joy. But now you shake with each step. You were never even this scared when you first met. 

Once you were standing in front of him he closed the gap between you two holding onto your hands. Your warm soft ones colliding against his cold hard ones.  

“You truly think I’d ever hurt you on purpose if at all? I’m offended by how lowly you think of me amore mio.” He frowned looking down at you. 

“It was- it felt very real.” You whispered looking down but that didn’t last long as he put his hand under your chin and tilted your head back up to face you.

“If you're frightened do not be cowardly in fear I will not accept it. Especially when I am aware of how fearless you are. It was a horrible dream, a nightmare. One that will never come true.” He said watching you with close eyes.

“I-” You were cut off with his next words.

“You should know that I would never hurt you on purpose. But eventually for you to be with us forever you will have to be turned. But it won't be painful for you. We will ensure it. Alec will use his power to make sure of it.” Caius stated as if this would make you feel better.

“You’ve been conspiring about my death behind my back?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows.

“More like preparing. You're not getting any younger.” Felix said from behind you.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“We’d rather have you dead and with us rather than dead and gone bellissima.” Dem voiced softly in hopes you wouldn’t get upset with the rest of them.

“I feel like this is some type of gaslighting or manipulation.” You said, shaking your head.

“Nevermind that, do you feel better?” Alec asked, deterring your thoughts from this topic.

“I kinda do. I’d still like a little space from you though.” You said looking up at Caius. 

“Only a few days after that you're asking for ungiveable things.” He said letting you go but not before kissing you on your forehead making you freeze momentarily.

“Go get some rest.” He dismissed you.

As you walked away after standing there for a while Jane followed you and right when you grabbed the door Caius words made you stop in your tracks.

“ You shouldn’t be scared of me in that sense. You wouldn’t even be filling, you refuse to take your vitamins Carlisle insists you take.” He yelled out so you could hear. 

You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of your mouth knowing how true that statement was. For the next few days Jane followed you everywhere. Always on your heels. Sleeping with you, feeding next to you, If she knew you were having a bad dream she’d wake you up right away and take you out for a walk. All until you felt comfortable to be alone with Cauis she was right there by your side. 

And when you finally felt comfortable enough you saw how bad Cauis was taking it through his paintings. He was afraid you would see him as a monster. He knew he was but he never wanted to be that in your eyes. You spent the next few nights showing him how fearless you were of him. Wink wink.

[aceofwhump]

Can I ask what your favourite whump prompts are. I wanna write something (broadchurhc alec hardy) and I'm at a loss for what to write

Okay first of all if you write any Alec Hardy whump please please please let me know cause I am ALWAYS in need of more Hardy whump fics in my life. There is not enough of it. That sad sack of a man is so whumpy.

Okay here's some prompts I love just in general:

Emotional: panic attacks, nightmares, insecurities, fear, grief, flashbacks, flinching, emotional breakdowns full of sobbing, scar reveals, anxiety, self hatred

Environmental: accidents, natural disasters like earthquakes or storms, hit by a car, collapsed building, falling through ice, heat exhaustion, hypothermia, falls, burns, infected wounds from lack of medical equipment, sickness, being unable to breathe, drowning

Small moments: limping, feeling weak and seeking support breathing through the pain, moving wrong in a way that aggravates the pain, and the sudden seizing of his body, shaking hands, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple because of a headache, taking a moment to close his eyes because he’s light headed/exhausted/has such a bad headache

Sci-fi: space illness, oxygen deprivation, isolation, being locked in the brig, hull of the ship getting damaged, alien attacks

Injuries: broken bones, gunshot wounds, hidden injuries, bruises, beaten, concussions, collapsed lung, slings, casts, crutches, knocked unconscious, blood loss

Torture/Captivity: Being hung by their wrists from the ceiling, drugged, chains, caged, tied to a chain, handcuffed to a pole, interrogated,

Comfort/Caretaking: hugging, “Are you okay?”, “You’re safe now”, “I’ve got you”, hand holding, helping to walk, ice packs, covering someone with a blanket, a cool cloth on their forehead to help with a fever, a fever check,

Magic: magical healing that causes pain, draining of powers, powers that are painful to use, curses

And some that I love that just so happen might be things I'd love to see applied to Alec Hardy:

Anything related to his heart issues. Feeling sick, collapsing at work, having a heart attack in front of people, needing to go to the hospital. What about focusing on his recovery after his pacemaker surgery? I'd love to see the towns reaction to it. See Ellie take care of him.

A previous case comes back to bite him and he gets kidnapped by someone wanting revenge. Could be Sandbrook related and have Lee be the one to kidnap and torture him or some other case he worked on before he came to Broadchurch

Sick fics. Literally never get enough of sick fics. And Alec Hardy is begging to be stricken with an illness and get taken care of.

Accidental injuries are fun. Falling down the stairs, twisting an ankle, concussions, breaking a bone.

[pankowperfection]

Payback

Summary: You piss off JJ and he takes revenge

Warnings: dark!JJ, rough sex, bondage, dubcon, hair pulling, 18+

Kooks vs Pogues, a story as old as the island itself. Lucky for you, you've been blessed with the good life. Growing up on the right side of town, never knowing what it was like to not get exactly what you wanted. Nothing seemed out of your reach, except for him.

Every girl in the Outer Banks wanted JJ Maybank, yourself included. You spent many nights toying with yourself, imagining the sharp lines of his jaw buried between your thighs. You always attempted to flirt with him when you were at the Island Club, wearing the skimpiest outfits possible and savoring the way his eyes couldn't resist focusing on your curves.

He hated you, simply because you were a kook and the fact really pissed you off. No one told you no, and you were willing to do whatever it took to get his attention.

Friday night at the club was going as usual, you and your friends sharing countless drinks while you talked about everything under the sun. The more the alcohol buzzed in your system, the more the damp spot in your panties grew from watching the blonde boy.

Everything he did was effortlessly sexy. How could someone looks so hot carrying a tray of cocktails? Your gaze flicked to him whenever possible, trying to stay under the radar of your judgemental friends. They wouldn't understand your obsession with someone like JJ.

Finally, you decide to make a move. "Excuse me, I'd like to speak to your manager." You watched the blood drain from his face, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he schooled his expression before answering.

"Of course ma'am, let me go get him."

Your friends giggle, thinking you just want to cause him some trouble, unaware of your ulterior motives.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" The manager looks stressed, realizing exactly who you were and knowing the implications of upsetting your family.

"Well, you see, the service has been pretty poor. We have to keep requesting another round, rather than our drinks being refilled before our glasses are empty. And I really don't appreciate how Maybank here has been looking at me all night. I want him gone."

The manager sighs, turning to JJ who was standing just behind him watching the scene unfold. "I'm sorry JJ, but you need to go. Can't have you upsetting my customers."

Before he storms off he fixes you with a hard stare, almost a warning of what is to come.

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As you stumble into your posh apartment, you don't notice the dark presence in the room. You toe off your heels, leaving them by the door and making your way into the kitchen for a glass of water. As you reach for the light switch, a strong hand clamps down over your mouth. Before you get the chance to elbow your attacker, his arm wraps around your body, trapping you against him.

"Hi sweetheart. You really thought you could get away with that, didn't you?"

Your heart hammers hard in your chest, adrenaline mixing with arousal as electricity shoots through your system. The scent of salty air mixed with something that is uniquely him fills the air, your body responding to how he feels pressed so tightly against you.

"I think it's only fair that I get something in return. A little payback." He forces you to turn, slamming you down onto the cool stone of the island. He quickly ties your wrists together behind your back, thick rope making your skin burn as you attempt to free yourself.

"JJ stop." Your protest sounds weak even to you, battling with your mind about how much your body wanted this.

Suddenly his bandana is in your face, roughly pushed between your lips and tied behind your head. "Shhh. The only thing I want to hear out of you is moans and whimpers. Besides, you don't really want me to stop, do you?"

The rough pads of his fingers trail up the inside of your thigh, your clit pulsing as he gets closer to your core. Your back arches, trying to get his hand where you need him most. He chuckles darkly, pulling away at the last second and leaving you panting for more.

You tense at the sound of his zipper, unable to turn around and catch a glimpse of his cock. He gives you no warning at all before burying himself balls deep inside you in one thrust. You scream at the stretch, sound slightly muffled by his makeshift gag. He's bigger than anyone you've ever had, each twitch of his cock making your walls burn.

"God damn, so fucking tight," he grits out between his teeth. He winds one hand into your hair, pulling hard to make your back arch further while your scalp sears with pain. His thick cock surges impossibly deeper, forcing you up onto your toes as he nudges your cervix.

His free hand grips your bound wrists, withdrawing slowly before slamming back inside. You can't help the loud moan that escapes your lips, the way he feels filling you up driving you wild. He uses you for leverage, setting a brutal pace that makes you see stars.

"That's it cupcake. Not so bitchy when you're drunk on my cock are you?" He lets go of your hair and you collapse onto the marble, band tightening in your stomach as he uses your body for his pleasure.

Broken moans spill from your lips as you teeter on the edge of your high, needing more to get across that line. He stops abruptly, manhandling you onto your back with your legs dangling off the counter. "Wanna see your face when you cum for me, want you to watch my cock destroy you."

The moonlight filtering through the window highlights his sharp features, the sweat dripping from his brow making drool pool underneath your tongue. You wished you could taste him, craving the feeling of his cock on your tongue. He breaks you out of your trance as his hands rake up your thighs, nails biting into your skin and making you bite back a groan.

When he lines up his cock with your entrance, his thumb brushes over your clit. You attempt to plead with him for more, struggling to speak around your gag. This time he pushes in slowly, both of you entranced by how your bodies are joined together.

His thrusts are slow but extremely deep, throwing your legs over each of his shoulders so he can get a better angle. He reaches down and pulls down the bandana before crashing his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth before biting down hard on your bottom lip. You taste the metallic tang of blood before he pulls away with a grin, tinge of red glinting on his lips.

"J please. I need more."

"Whatever you say princess." He wraps his dominant hand around your throat, pressing just enough to make your pleasure double. The speed of his thrusts starts to pick up, his fingers expertly massaging your clit.

"Oh god, please don't stop." Your legs start to shake as your high approaches. JJ releases your throat at the last second, your cries filling the room as you gush over his cock. He fucks you through it, his pace faltering as you feel him pulse inside you before filling you with his cum.

When he withdraws you wince, slight red tint glistening on his cock from his roughness. He grabs a towel to wipe himself off, silently tucking himself away and straightening the rest of his clothes.

You watch as he heads for the door, panic slowly setting in at your vulnerable position. "Aren't you gonna untie me?"

"Nah - you can sort that out yourself. Next time you fuck with me, I'll make sure your punishment is worse. Oh, and you're mine now. Don't touch anyone else, I'll know."

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @drewbooooo @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143

[atlasscrumpit]

Vampire Miguel x Reader

(yandere themes)

It was only supposed to be a quick feed, he was famished.

But, when a drop of your blood hit his tongue he knew he could never go back to anyone else.

He had you pinned against a wall and listened to your sweet cries.

He pulled away a little and looked into your red eyes.

"Shh, shh sweet girl. It's okay, I'm not going to kill you." He whispered as he kissed along your neck softly.

"No more cries my sweet pet." He whispered before he kissed your lips softly.

"I'm scared." You whispered sobbing in fear as he wiped away your tears.

"Shh, puppy. I know you're afraid but you don't need to be. Look at you, so beautiful, your blood is so smooth and sweet... I can't give that up." He whispered as he smiled at you.

He could see you were frozen in terror.

"Come on, my darling. I need to get you home." He replied before he picked you up in his arms.

You went to hurt him but he quickly looked into your eyes.

"Sleep, my dear pet." He whispered as your mind clouded over and you slowly fell unconscious.

--

Miguel smiled while he tucked you into his bed.

"You're so lucky I found you, sweetheart." He whispered as you groaned and opened your eyes, feeling drousy.

"Where am I? Why am I in pain?" You muttered as he smiled gently and ran his hand through your hair.

"Shh, my sweet girl. The pain will go soon, you're safe." He said as you finally saw his face.

You tried to move and run away but your body was far too weak.

Miguel placed his hand on your chest and you felt yourself involuntarily calming down.

"Easy, I don't want you to hurt yourself. Just relax and I'll take care of everything." He said as you began to softly cry.

"What have you done to me? What... Who the hell are you?" You growled, trying to even lift your head, but it was no use.

"Well, I was going to just kill you. But, I tasted your blood and it was like nothing I'd ever had. I couldn't let you go after that." He replied, only making you even more confused.

"My blood?" You questioned as he chuckled softly.

"You're such an sweet innocent girl. I feed off blood, sweetheart and I was going to completely drain you and leave you for dead... But as soon as your sweet blood hit my tongue I knew I would never let you go." He said while he ran his finger over the side of your neck where the wound was.

You began to cry more as he looked at you sadly.

"Oh, love. Please don't cry, the only time I'll ever hurt you is when I need to feed, but other than that I'll be taking good care of you and making sure you're absolutely spoilt." He said as you tried to push him away from you.

"You're sick, get away." You growled weakly as he chuckled.

"Well, darling. Here's the thing. Either you do what I say and behave and all of this could be quite pleasurable... Or you keep fighting me and I make your life here feel like fucking hell." His voice lowered as he stared into your eyes, making you shiver softly.

"I'm just scared." You whispered as he reached up and wiped away your tears.

"I know, my sweet pet. But, I promise you I won't do anything to harm you... Other than biting your neck but that can be quite pleasurable sometimes." He said as you looked up at him.

"A-Are you... Will you rape me?" You asked in a small whisper as he looked at you sadly.

"No, of course not, my sweet girl. Humans are filthy animals... I swear to you, you will never need to worry about that again." He whispered in reply as you nodded a little.

You began to cry again, but Miguel knew you were just overwhelmed.

"Just let it out, love. You're doing so good for me."

--

It had only been four days since Miguel had taken you.

It honestly wasn't as bad as you'd expected, he let you roam around his large apartment and you could have anything you asked for.

He came home late one night looking exhausted.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, I need to talk to you." He called out weakly as you woke up and came out of your room.

"Miguel?" You questioned as he sighed in relief.

He sat on the couch and looked at you.

"I can't wait any longer, sweetheart. If I do I might lose control and hurt you. I just need you to do as I say and you'll be fine, okay?" He said as he patted his lap and kept his eyes on you.

You walked over to him and straddled his waist, he could tell you were nervous.

His placed one hand on your thigh and the other on your cheek.

"You'll be okay, I'm right here and I won't go too far." He said weakly as you nodded.

He brought you closer to him and tangled his hand into your hair and gently tilted your head to the side.

"That's it, relax for me." He whispered as you did your best to relax your body.

He pressed his lips to your neck and revelled in your scent before opening his mouth and sinking his fangs deep into your neck, making you gasp softly.

You gripped onto his shoulders and did your best to relax. But, he was somewhat right, it was starting to feel good.

His grip on your thigh, his hand playing with your hair and the softly sounds of satisfaction he was making all made you feel better about this situation, he made something so scary feel safe.

After a little while he pulled away and hummed in satisfaction.

"Good girl, absolutely perfect." He whispered, not sounding as weak anymore.

But, now you felt weak instead of him.

You rested against his chest, making him chuckle softly.

"Let's get you into bed, my love."

[barrenclan]

for the next music post: bird song by f+tm is a good one for rainhaze killing asphodelpaw (& then, depending on how the rest of the story goes, him subsequently being haunted by his actions)

Ahh, Bird Song is such a classic. You know the visual I can imagine for this; Rainhaze speaking to himself/his conscience/previous self as the "bird", as he wanders to BarrenClan territory. And then in the part of the song where he kills the "bird", it cuts to him having killed Asphodelpaw.

"Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside, And he sang about what I'd become He sang so loud, sang so clear I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with him I promised I wouldn't do it again"

"I opened my mouth to scream and shout Waved my arms and flapped about But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout, The song was coming from my mouth"

Yeah, Rainhaze. Fuck McCafferty though.

"And I know that I'm not a nice guy I hurt people's feelings, I guess I should die But my body says hurt myself, and my heart says to harm myself"

"How did I get like this? So afraid of everything"

Wow, yeah, it really is. Look at these lyrics.

"We're machines that breathe and weep And look really good Trained to kill"

"Send me back in time And I'll bring us back in line Just tell me whose mother I have to kill" <- ermmm. well.

"And I've replaced my heart With metal parts And I'm working out just fine But I can't get it to start"

Lmao? Okay YouTube thanks

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS MENTIONED!! This AU idea is actually along the lines of my original draft of the script; originally Asphodelpaw and Pinepaw wouldn't have a last moment of connection before she was murdered, so he'd be more torn about her death. But yeah, wailing, I love this song. Watch this show.

"No time for goodbyes Didn't get to apologize Pieces of a clock that lies broken"

"If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily"

Another classic! I think I've been suggested this one before, but it fits very well of course. Cormorantpaw specifically I can imagine singing it; goes well with Issue 33.

"All day I've been wondering what is inside of me Who can I blame for it? I say it runs in the family"

"But business is business and business runs in the family We tend to bruise easily, mad in the blood I'm telling you 'cause I just want you to know me"

Wilbur Soot is honestly a pretty good voiceclaim for Rainhaze.

"Under the weight of a broken nose It's not that simple, but he won't seem to notice There must be more to this"

"Would do something, if it wasn't all so effortful 'Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at the fall And when you've reached the top there's nowhere else to go but-"

I hadn't, but I do like it!

"I'm alive and I can see The water is foul and it's hard to breathe There's lead in the water, there's lead in the water There's lead in the water, and you think that I'm fine I'm stained by the water and only the water I'm drained by the water, are you losing your mind? Dead in the water, dead in the water"

No, I haven't heard of this one before! But you're right, it's very fitting! Also, psh, no one has ever animated before you start animating. If you want to, go for it. I'd certainly be interested!

"Oh, in Pine Point, where I was born The roads are all overgrown And no one's lived there for years The town was never the same The mine was closed in '88 And everyone disappeared"

"Oh, in Pine Point It's deteriorating And your memory started fading"

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, Act 3 part 20

Synopsis: the fight has begun

Previous Part

Part 20: the final stand

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I felt a presence more than a soul.

I lunged out of bed as quick as my knife flying across the room. It missed the man by a hair and halted him in his tracks to the crib. The lights and fireplace flashed to light and revealed a man I had never seen before. The blood drained from my face as I watched my vision come true. Only this time, it wasn't Adam.

The man wore black knee-high boots over pure white pants. His black jacket had gold trimming and buttons that matched his black hair and gold wing clip. His jacket cascaded behind him like a peacock's tail.

Alastor was up an instant later, radio screeching and magic running through the cracks in the wall.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dragon and Mr. Radio Demon." The man gave a short bow and I caught sight of gold on his eyelids when he blinked. He wore a smile—a smug one—that sent anger skittering across my skin. I glanced at the girls stirring in their sleep. "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but...it's really not."

I can't sense his soul, I noted to Alastor.

"Who are you?" Alastor moved to stand adjacent to me in order to corner the man. He was dressed in his usual suit, his cane tapping the floor as he stalked to his position.

"The name is Azrael." He paused and sent a pointed look at me. "The archangel."

I recalled a conversation with Lucifer years ago. In one of his depressive moods, he told me about life and the hierarchy of Heaven. Azrael, who stood before me, was the Angel in charge of all Archangels. They were tasked with 'helping' Humans from life to death. Once they were judged, they moved on to the next Human. Essentially, their job was to intervene.

I took a step forward, forcing my eyes on the man and not my children. "I suppose you're here to finish your lackey's job."

"You would be correct." He leaned his hand on the edge of the crib and looked down at the two girls. They were awake now and began to cry. Two kinds of magic were surrounding him like a snare; waiting for him to do something so they could pull his nonexistent soul apart. His eyes met mine. "You've been a thorn in my side for a long time."

This man—this Archangel—was the one who had been watching from the very beginning.

"But you didn't want to get your hands dirty," Alastor spoke first. His body stood relaxed but his arm was stretched as far as he could while still resting on his cane.

Azrael sucked in a breath as he straightened up, turning his head to look at Alastor. "How was your conversation with your master, hm? Did you enjoy that eight year sabbatical?"

Alastor seethed. His antlers grew and his face turned entirely inhuman.

"Why do I matter so much?" I switched the conversation back to me. Alastor had already melded into his beast form and crawled ever closer to the man. His demonic eyes occasionally looked to the crying twins.

"You're not my mess but I have to clean you up anyways." He placed his hands on his hips. "You're an abomination to Creation and today you will be erased."

My magic stretched further to the city but it was still sleeping save for the farmers and early laborers. Something else was at play here. I could feel it. Why hadn't he just killed my girls yet? What was he waiting for?

"I haven't done anything against Heaven. I have tried to do nothing but survive."

He let out a petty laugh. "You're not innocent, sweetheart. What about all those Demons and Humans you killed in the rings? What about those people you killed in the streets? All those Humans?"

"People who have come after me," I corrected. "I have never gone out searching for blood. Everything I have done has been in self defense."

"So killing Blackwater's employees in those factories wasn't murder?"

"Blackwater was a constant threat to me and my safe haven."

"So murder." He glanced down at my girls.

"I am no different than any other Human--" I stepped forward, "that has tried to cross my borders and murder me or my people. Humans are not innocent either. Especially since they've all got a little Demon inside them."

"Don't think you're special." He took a step away from the crib and dropped one a hand to his side, jutting his hip the other way in a casual demeanor. "We've long been trying to rid Earth of the Demon sickness that's plagued it for centuries." My eyes kept glancing down at the girls.

"There hasn't been any evidence of that," Alastor said from his normal form. "Is Heaven too scared to show themselves?"

"Heaven has always been an advocate for free will."

Alastor and I both snorted at his statement.

He casted a disgusted look before continuing, "We meddle only when it's important, leaving the rest to the Humans."

"It's a shame Lucifer isn't here to hear all this," I remarked, arms crossed. Alcine and Alastor's shadow melted together and yanked him backwards. He banished the shadows with a swipe of his hand but we had already moved. Both girls were in my arms and Alastor between us and the Archangel.

Azrael collected himself, tugging and fixing his shirt from where he had been pulled. His smile dropped only for it to return as an evil smirk. "Your reign has come to an end. I suggest you make your peace and...find an open window." In a puff of gold dust, he was gone.

The only sounds came from the crackle of the fire and the crying of the girls. I shifted them in a safer, more comfortable position in my arms. Alastor watched and waited while my magic ran out to the city. Still nothing.

"Take the girls and leave the coast."

My head snapped up to look at Alastor's back. "What? No!"

He turned around, his posture rigid with tension, stress, and an air of command. "They need to be safe and you are—"

"Bound to you. We share the same fate," I was quoting the phrase he had used on me when I first came here. "If you die, I die."

"Something is about to happen and I need you far from it." He grabbed both of my shoulders as if to ground me in his words.

"It will be useless if I'm dead too!" I argued.

"And they're Heaven's primary target!" he yelled. I had never seen him yell like that. My ears fell back and I took a step away, but his claws tightened and brought me closer. "I love you and I love our daughters, but we are one big red target as a group. I need you gone and I need them safe so I can handle this."

"Whatever happened to working as a team?" I jerked forward in his grasp, our noses brushing. "Charlie is the literal princess of Hell. If anyone can defend anything, it's her. You know from the fight with Adam that she doesn't have the experience we do."

"Darling!" He forced his claws off my arms and swung a fist through the still air. He abandoned the staff against the table with a loud thud then stalked back over to me. "I am trying to be kind and give you a choice! Keeping the girls safe is working together. I trust you to handle whatever finds you. I can't guarantee safety with three of the most precious things in my life sitting right on the battlefield." His voice had softened at the end, hand coming up to press his palm to my cheek.

Then the ground shook.

It was so strong that it sent vibrations through my chest. I could practically see the ravine Angelic magic had opened right in the middle of the city. The earth shook again, less so this time, as buildings crumpled to the ground.

I blinked back to Alastor, mouth agape and face pale. Azrael was going after the city. For years we had been corralling Humans and Demons alike into one single place, as if lifting them up to Heaven on a silver platter. The wolves had broken through the fence and were ready to eat the sheep.

"I will be careful this time." Alastor placed a kiss on my forehead then turned for his staff, but I grabbed his sleeve with my fingers.

"This isn't right. We're strong together. We are powerful together. This is my haven, too. Please, Alastor," I bent forward a little and met his eyes in a bow, "allow me to fight alongside you. The girls are safest with the Princess of Hell, the defender of all."

I watched the confliction in his eyes as easily as his mind. He believed me. He believed we could be a strong force. He had always believed that we could rival Heaven one day. But now...now that he had just added to the number of important people in his life, he wasn't so sure he wanted to risk it.

"I can draw him away," I went on. "He wants me too. He'll be far too focused on us to even think of the girls. We'll scare him back to Heaven."

The ground shook again. I could hear the screams as easy as the twins' cries. I needed to be down there. I needed to go. I needed to do what I do best.

Alastor let out an angry growl then pulled his arm away. He snapped his fingers and a disoriented Charlie and Vaggie fell into the room. Vaggie already had her spear in hand and was ready to point it at the one person she detested most. Without another word, Alastor slipped into the shadows.

That was his answer.

"Charlie, listen, I need you two to look after the girls." I ran over to the pair, holding out the most important lives I had ever considered.

"Wha—I uh...what are you gonna do?" She didn't take the girls yet, putting a hand up and looking between me and her girlfriend.

"I'm going to do my job. But I need someone I can trust and who is capable of protecting my daughters." I felt a sting on my arm. Alastor was already fighting Azrael.

"But our city...we need to help and fight and stop whatever—"

"It's an Archangel."

Charlie's expression suddenly dropped, all previous notions of happy and go lucky completely gone.

"It's Azrael."

She blinked at me. "But...my dad...where's my dad?" She shoved her hand in her pocket and pulled out her phone. I danced on the balls of my feet, eyes flickering to the door.

Hurry UP!

"He's not answering. Why isn't he answering!?" Charlie tried to dial again.

"Just take my girls and get to the far end of the beach. Stay hidden in the woods and keep trying for him." I tried to hand off my daughters but she backed up again.

"But I need to—"

"Charlie please," I begged the princess. "You're the only one who can defend them. Let me take care of everyone else."

"But I...they're getting—"

"Slaughtered, I know. This is my field. Please protect my girls and I'll protect your haven. Please, Charlie, trust me." My eyes were the widest and most pleading I had ever shown. She looked between me and the door, then down at the crying, defenseless babies in my arms. She wasn't a monster like I was; she wasn't a killer. My whole life had always been about defending what was mine at any and all costs. This was no different. "Please. Our chances are better if I can fight beside Alastor."

Charlie looked at my girls again. "Alright."

I let out the breath I had been holding. "Thank you, Charlie. Thank you." I placed a kiss on both of their heads then forced my arms to unlock. Vaggie came up to hold one so they each had a free hand. "I will come find my girls."

Throat tight with tears, I teleported them to the area on the beach I felt was far enough away from the battle. I then slipped into the shadows before I could change my mind. I formed outside the house in my Dragon Demon persona, minus the purple jacket I adored. Time to get my hands dirty.

Alastor's magic had created a dome over half the city. Angels flew all over the place, some killing stragglers and others trying to break through the black and green shield. Twelve Archangels hovered in the sky above it, Azrael among them. He had brought a whole fleet.

I dove into the grass as a shadow and slithered into the part of the city Alastor wasn't covering. I made trees sprout from cracks in the stone and vines climb the unstable walls. Roots and vines struck out at the nearest Angels and pulled them far down into the earth. Each citizen that ran in my field of vision fell into a portal and reappeared in Hell near Rosie's store. Surely she would understand.

Angel after Angel was swallowed by the earth and each citizen safely dispatched to one of the safer parts in Hell.

Something hard slammed into my back. My cheek hit the concrete and a hand grabbed a fistful of my hair. His knee dug into the spot between my shoulder blades as he leaned close to my ear. "You will not embarrass me a second time." I recognized John's voice.

A knife scraped my neck as a vine yanked him off. I healed the injury and grappled to my feet, fingers sticky with my own blood. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand then stood in a fighting stance. In the blink of an eye, he lunged. My claws glinted in the light in defense right as I disappeared into a shadow. Alcine broke off to grab his feet while I ran to help Alastor. His shield had fallen.

You need to kill him! I scolded myself. I couldn't just keep ignoring John. Not when he was so weak and scrambled in the mind. Not when he can seemingly get out of everything. How had he gotten out of the basement?

I manifested beside an Angel and shoved their spear through their stomach. Vivian appeared in a doorway directly across from me, covered head to toe in dirt and gold blood. I opened a portal inside and she shoved child after child through it. My magic spread through the streets like veins in a hand. I caught sight of Alastor's shadows mimicking me; using his tentacles to pull Angels deep into the earth where the pressure, heat, and lack of air brought them an edge closer to death. It would take hours for them to resurface.

Alastor's magic was pulsing through me like my own blood. I could even see my veins glow a faded green when I used it. It became increasingly more difficult to distinguish between our magic. We were borrowing from each other. Were we even separate souls? Was that the essence of a soulmate?

Working together. The one thing they didn't want. I couldn't stop the smile on my face as a vine dragged an Angel down by the neck. Shadows, all shapes and sizes, were scattering along the walls and wrapping around citizens. They manifested them near the portals I could see. Tentacles, from my own doing, were keeping any and all Angels trying to fly through to the refugees.

This is me. I grabbed a child hiding in an alley and practically threw her through the portal. I couldn't see the other side but I still hoped Rosie was doing something to keep them protected. Where was Lucifer?

"Look out!"

Vivian shoved me from behind with such force I had never known her to possess. My hands stopped my cheek from hitting the cracked concrete. I turned over to see John stalking towards us. His hands were in tight fists and an ugly smile splayed across his face.

No more. He has to go.

But he was my father. A man I had misjudged. A man who was cast out of Heaven for loving a Demon woman and having a child with her. A man who suffered the same fate as his family. His alternate personality was hard to deal with, though. If I killed John, I killed Judah.

"Um...I'm...I'm sorry." Vivian turned to face me. All blood drained from my face as she revealed a knife buried hilt-deep in her heart. She fell to her knees, blood dripping out of her lips and splattering on the stone. I slid to her side right as she fell. I covered her chest and sent my magic through to her heart. Her hands were shaking. Mine were shaking. I needed to close everything before pulling the knife out. I would need to do it in increments. One pull of the knife and she would die.

White chains wrapped around my neck and yanked. Vivian fell from my arms as I landed flat on my back. Judah and John blinked back and forth above me. He pulled on the chain and it cut off my air, as well as my magic. He pulled another knife out of his boot, this one shining a bright white. I pushed on the palms of my feet so my horns slammed into his hips. I yanked them free as gravity took him backwards.

I pulled the chains off my neck and closed the portals. My head was hurting and I couldn't focus on so many things. I rolled to my knees and scrambled back to Vivian.

Azrael had her in his arms. Her head was limp over one arm while the other held the knife from her heart. A red spot was growing larger on his white pants.

The world went silent.

I don't remember if I screamed or not.

My body lurched forward as it grew many times its size. My face lengthened into a snout, teeth razor sharp and ready to eat.

Cold, white chains clamped my mouth shut. Weight landed on my horns and dragged my head to the ground. I felt blood on my feet before they were yanked out from under me. I pulled at the chains around my mouth but more of them hooped my wrists and jerked them away. I tried lifting my head but the weight on my horns was pinning the side of my face to the stone.

At the end of each chain was an Archangel. They had been waiting. I walked right into their trap.

Azrael let Vivian's body slide to the ground. Rage filled my chest as quickly as tears. Snarls turned to whines as I fought and cried for my best friend. I tried to pull my limbs inward but they were hauled back so fast and with such force that I was surprised they weren't ripped off. I was losing. I had lost Vilcin. I had lost Vivian. Lost probably more than half my people. Now I would lose my girls.

Azrael stepped so close that I couldn't look up at him. Instead, I was only able to stare at his black boots and blood stained pants. A black cane punched the floor an inch from my eyes.

The weight on my horns shifted so my snout was forcefully lifted off the ground. Fire and smoke surrounded my vision as Azrael's face finally came into view. His staff was a cross with a circle under it.

He said something but the words weren't registering.

Little black wings continued to fly across the sky.

The chains were starting to burn my skin.

I felt Vivian's soul find the spot where I kept Vilcin safe. What would happen to them when I die? Where would they go?

Azrael caught sight of something. A black creature lunged at his face and pushed him out of view. There was a give in the weight on my horns as I turned to watch. More black creatures multiplied and covered the man from head to toe. Standing a few yards down the street was Alastor, hands over his cane like he didn't have a care in the world.

Bright light flashed across my eyes. Azrael stood clean and free of dark magic. He turned to face Alastor, staff hitting the stone like a gunshot. Word by word, I started to understand language again.

"...soulmate is weak without you," Azrael shouted.

"It takes an army of Angels and seven Archangels to take down a halfbreed. How disappointing for you." Alastor lifted his cane and sauntered closer. He was trying to connect with me but the Angelic chains were making it hard to hear him. What was he trying to tell me?

"If this had been left to me to fix from the beginning, we wouldn't have reached this point. Her father would be dead, she wouldn't even exist, you'd be without a soulmate. All the troubles you've faced could've been solved and avoided altogether." Azrael took a few steps forward.

"Ah but then I'd be without a powerful soulmate," Alastor argued, still walking closer. "She would never have learned how to reach me through our connection," he made a pointed look at me, "never would have learned to use my magic. I would never be as powerful without her. And the day will come when we will be untouchable, even by Heaven's hands and the King of Hell himself."

Reach him through the connection. That was the hint. Though I couldn't use magic with the chains on me. The event he was referencing was when Adam had me locked in a bunker while Blackwater's man tried to surgically remove a part of Alastor's brain. He had been on lockdown from Blackwater's technology, nearly unreachable if I hadn't--

That was it. That was his message.

I closed my eyes and touched the burning white magic encasing mine. Magic wasn't endless. It had cracks.

I threaded through my magic in search of the Angelic aspects. I touched my healing, plant-life, and soul magic to the restricting white one. It melded nearly perfectly with it. It had a tint of my color as it spread to the rest of the cage. It felt like my mind was being stretched thin as the purple grew bigger and bigger until the white was no more.

My eyes flew open. The chains were now purple.

I pulled on Alastor's magic and let shadows jump out of the chains, racing to touch the Archangel at the end of it. They dropped the chains to evade the dark magic but the shadows lunged. I grew twice my size, shoulders bumping into broken buildings and sending debris across the street. Azrael disappeared.

I was careful to step over Vivian's body as I searched for my new prey. The Archangels took flight to avoid being flattened by my feet but my tail caught several of them midair. Vines grabbed at their limbs but they sliced the plants like butter.

My eyes caught sight of John. Judah flickered in and out as Azrael cornered him down a street. I followed after, climbing over buildings to the small intersection they had stopped in.

"You are no longer of service to me." Azrael grabbed one end of his staff and slammed the other end into Judah's chest. My father coughed up blood and tried to remove the staff, finding it firmly lodged in the wall behind him.

My claw slammed down on top of Azrael. I felt his hair on my palm but it connected with nothing but concrete. I barely registered the black gnat in my eye before something sharp sliced into it. I reeled back with a snarl. I healed the injury as my claws and mouth tried to find the ugly bird.

The Archangels kept their distance as the tentacles and shadows chased after them. Their magic stung like a wasp but it wasn't killing me. It was similar to the type that Adam used on me, one that was meant to swipe anything out of existence. The same kind that had cracked open the earth in the middle of my city.

Something sharp punctured my mind. My form abruptly shrunk and my face hit the pavement from several feet in the air. My strength was suddenly gone. I barely managed to push myself up to my arms. Ahead of me was Azrael and Alastor. My soulmate was sagging against the wall, hand clutching his chest. He was losing so much blood. It was already pooling around him.

I reached through our connection to heal him but my magic barely grazed his before it was shoved back like whiplash. Azrael held up his hands and closed his eyes. His brows furrowed together in concentration. I didn't understand what was happening until I felt it.

The same feeling.

The same feeling as before.

The same feeling as when Alastor tried to sever our link. Azrael pulled his hands apart in one swift motion.

My scream was cut off as blinding pain shot through my body like electricity. My whole body went stiff as it rode out the pain. Alastor's magic was removed so quickly, so easily, as if nothing had been keeping it anchored to me.

My head hit the pavement as the rest of my body lurched upwards. A choked whimper tore from lips. My heart contracted as his soul left mine. I rolled onto my back as the last traces faded from view. The red sky, as red as Hell's sky, was the only thing I could look at. The colorful string over my heart was no more.

He was gone.

Alastor was gone.

I reached for him through the connection but there was nothing but my own thoughts.

I was alone.

I was cold.

I started to shiver. I curled on my side, hand still clutching my heart, and couldn't stop the tears. I looked at Alastor's lifeless form. He was completely on the ground, clothes and ears soiled in his own blood.

My whimpers turned to sobs then to wails. My throat vibrated painfully with each sob. I could do nothing else but scream for the loss, screw for the unjust, scream for the pain. This wasn't supposed to happen.

My hands shook as they touched the stone. It hurt to swallow. I forced myself onto my knees. I felt unsteady as I crawled towards my ex-soulmate. My tears created a clean line down my dirt-covered face. Everything felt off kilter. Everything felt quiet. Everything felt cold.

My hands touched his blood.

Then my knees.

Then my feet.

Then my stomach as I fell beside him. My black claws smeared blood on his forehead as I touched him. No energy buzzed between us. No feelings. No thoughts. No magic. I felt so small, so weak, and so alone.

"Love," he whispered.

"Al?" I pulled myself closer.

"We may not know who chooses soulmates," Azrael said from behind, towering over me, "but we can break a bond for the betterment of humanity."

"But not Demon-kind." Azrael's head jerked upwards to find Lucifer standing on the roof. His horns and wings were on full display. "That's my jurisdiction." He hopped off the roof and landed a pace from our cluster. He stood shoulder-width apart and cupped his claws over his cane.

"Wasn't your council hearing supposed to last two hours?" Azrael remarked.

"Wasn't Heaven supposed to follow their own rules?" Lucifer tilted his head to the side. "I'm afraid your job here is done."

"I don't think--"

"Heaven and Hell have being playing Creation wrong for too long," Lucifer interrupted him. "It's been agreed. All portals to the surface will be closed in two days. Demons will decide which realm they wish to remain in. In return, Heaven will remove its interferences from the surface." He paused, then summoned a scroll in front of Azrael's face. "Feel free to look over the specifics of the deal." Then snuffed it out of existence before the Archangel really had a chance to read it.

He looked at Lucifer then over his shoulder as if he heard something. The distant hum of a horn was heard only to Angelic ears, calling a retreat on the attack.

"You were always destined to ruin Creation," Azrael said as he turned back to face his ex-brethren, "Lucifer the Devil."

"I am disappointed with how you've handled Creation thus far, Azrael the Archangel of Death."

Azrael let out a short laugh. "My very existence was made to interact with Creation. To ensure a balance remains."

"Well it looks like you're being called to the principal's office for failing your assignment." Lucifer's eyes returned to their normal color but his smile was as wide and smug as I'd ever seen.

"Heaven always wins, don't forget that. See you later, Luci~" Azrael tuned his pitch higher as his wings sprouted and lifted him into the sky.

"See you in a hundred years," Lucifer said softly. He watched them funnel towards the portal. It closed after the last Angel flew in.

"Lucifer," I cried. He ran over and took my blood covered hand in his, ignoring the blood drops that stained his white clothes. "He...we...we're--we're not...our bond its..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as sobs shook my shoulders. Lucifer touched Alastor's arm.

"Don touch me," Alastor mumbled.

"Our bond...it's..."

"I know." Lucifer placed his other hand over mine. "I know. I'm so, so sorry."

My head dropped as I screamed into the earth. He lifted me by the shoulders and dragged me out of Alastor's blood. "N-no, I have to heal him. I have--"

"He's alright. I closed his wounds." Lucifer was surprisingly strong for someone of his size. His arms kept mine pinned to my sides as he held me against his chest. He was radiating warmth but none of it reached me. I couldn't feel anything.

I turned my face into his soft clothes and screamed again. I couldn't stop until I made myself physically sick and stripped my vocal cords. My cries of grief were dissolved into whispers. My limbs had long gone numb from staying in that position for so long.

Alastor coughed up blood and tried to sit up. I climbed out of Lucifer's arms to crawl over to him. His blood soaked my pants even more as I leaned my weight into his back to help him sit up. How did I even have the energy to move?

He leaned his back against the wall and I leaned my cheek on his shoulder. I threaded our fingers, held onto his arm, and curled up as close to him as I could so our legs were touching. No amount of touch brought any magic or connection to the surface. It was gone.

Our bond was gone. Severed. Cut. Dissolved out of existence.

"Dad?" Charlie's voice echoed down the street. I lifted my head to see her and Vaggie running down the street, a bundle of blankets in each arm. Relief lessened the mental and spiritual pain by a smidge.

Alastor's chest heaved with each breath as if he had just run a marathon. His chest stilled as he turned to kiss the side of my head.

"Al," I whispered into his shoulder. His fingers finally had the strength to hold my hand in return. His claws felt cold, not warm.

Charlie ran up and carefully handed one of the girls to me. I shifted to sit up more as the light weight settled in my arms. Vaggie handed the other one to Alastor who made an obvious effort to keep his claws away from the little one's skin.

Lucifer pulled the pair away from us to explain what had happened. Both women's faces dropped.

"I'm sorry, Alastor," I said through more tears.

"Me too," he whispered.

"I feel...cold."

He tried to swallow. "Me too."

He lifted his daughter up and pressed his forehead to her tiny one. Her little hands reached out of the blanket to touch his cheeks. The sight brought more tears but I found I had nothing left to cry. Instead I drew in short, sharp breaths and shaky exhales.

"But we made it." His voice sounded as if he had been yelling for hours. The radio filter was nowhere to be heard. "All four of us."

"You...still want this?"

His beady eyes found mine. "I don't need magic to tell me you're mine."

I jammed my head into his shoulder to let out a weird noise. It was a cry of relief, sadness, and a bunch of other things. I preferred to have tears to cry with instead of whatever hitched breaths and weird noises I was making.

He swallowed and opened his lips to reveal his yellow smile. "Maybe I'll even indulge you and we can have that wedding." My heart skipped a beat. "Would you like that?"

I lifted my head to see if he was being serious. It certainly looked like he was being serious. I coughed up a laugh. "Only if you propose."

He rolled his eyes then looked down at his daughter. "Why don't you wait until I'm physically capable of kneeling?"

I hummed in response. For a moment we sat there leaning against each other, hoping that our bond would magically reconnect if we stayed close enough. I could see the thin little line that connected the twins and wished desperately to see one connecting my heart with Alastor's.

This battle...it hasn't been nearly as difficult as Blackwater's and yet, it had been the most devastating.

"Where were you, Dad?" Charlie demanded. Her voice pulled me out of a doze.

"Talking with Heaven's council." He said it in a way that revealed both embarrassment and venom. So, Heaven tried pulling all its cards this time. They tried to kill my children first with John, then sent their Archangel, then split us, and all the while had Lucifer busy in a council meeting.

"So what now?" Vaggie asked.

"Now comes the hard part," he said, turning slightly so he could lay his eyes on me and my family.

****

Judah coughed up blood as he limped through the woods. His tattered white uniform was not longer white—not even gray. Mud, soot, and blood equally shared the lay of the fabric. His arm was still in sore condition and his newly broken ankle was tiring out his good leg. Had his daughter and soulmate not distracted Azrael, he surely would've died on that street. Instead, he was leaving a trail of spotted blood in his wake.

Judah couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and relief at the failed mission. Would Heaven finally leave him alone? Would they leave his daughter alone? Pride swelled at the thought of his daughter being exactly who she was and fighting Heaven head on.

Runs in the family, he mused to himself.

He collapsed under a tree to rest. His eyes closed as the soft breeze touched his cheeks. It was nearing midday and the trees were providing a cool shade. He let himself drift off into a peaceful slumber.

He dreamed of his wife. He dreamed of their first time meeting. He had been on a task for Archangel Jophiel to gather more information on different languages in the world. All the languages had shifted and melted together since the fall of civilization back in the late 2000s. He wasn't supposed to see anyone but the Demon had caught him sneaking for a book in one of the old libraries.

He had to pretend to be Human and talk his way out of disappearing. And yet, he found himself talking to her for over an hour. He had fallen in love in a matter of seconds and basked in the feeling until he needed to return to Heaven. That was the beginning of it all.

For months they met in secret. He began to let slide the little secrets of Heaven and the never ending battle over Creation. Sometimes, when they were quietly soaking up each other's presence, he tried to will a soulmate bond between them, knowing that Angels were never allowed such a gift.

They had laid together several times, not caring for the consequences, until they were forced to care.

He had fallen down the hierarchy of Angels already so his random disappearance shouldn't have warranted alarm. But it did.

He married his lover and within one week after the ceremony Archangel of justice, Michael, paid him a visit. He tore his wife from his hands and shoved her in a cold cell in a fighting ring, where she gave birth without anyone who loved her by her side. Michael dragged him back to Heaven and attempted to erase his memories. Judah remembered very few things about his time in the clouds. He could only form strong memories of his time in Vox's fighting rings.

If only he had remembered his wife, he may have been able to reach her before she was subject to that violence. By the time his memories came back in little pockets, it was too late. He was several years too late. He expected his daughter to be dead, too.

But she wasn't.

Judah knew he had served a tragic sentence. He could feel it in his bones that his time was up. He had evaded Heaven by some miracle long enough but soon he wouldn't be here to walk Creation. He was as much a mistake and ruin to Creation as Lucifer was; the only exception was that Lucifer fought for Humanity and was prisoned by his own creation.

Judah wished he shared the fate of Lucifer. He could see his brethren was starting to take charge of his realm. He was becoming a King. Meanwhile Judah...Judah would die a broken soul for falling in love with a Demon.

Yet he still felt a swell of pride. His daughter—his daughter—had lived to become the strongest being in Creation and had evaded Heaven in every possible way. Her soulmate was an equally powerful Demon and her own children would likely harbor both of their powers. They would have to fight Heaven one day, too. Heaven never gave up but so did Humanity and Demon-kind.

Judah just wished he could be around to watch it happen.

"Who would've guessed," Azrael's voice jolted him awake, "that a simple Angel could cause a such a ripple in Creation?" He stepped out from behind Judah's tree, staff in hand and clothes spotless.

John flickered to the surface, "You flatter me."

Azrael gave a low, quiet chuckle. "I'm afraid you've lost your purpose, Judah."

"Is that why Micahel isn't here and you are?" John answered instead.

"He may be justice but I am death. It is time to end your tarnished soul." He stepped closer and Judah resurfaced with ease he didn't know was possible.

"Time to see my wife." He leaned his head against the tree and looked up at the soft blue sky and rich green leaves of the trees.

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Author's Note:

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[yoonkiwii]

Pieces of Love

word count: 1079

genre: exes to fwb to ???, breakup, love triangle, slowburn, eventual smut, series

summary: it's going to be a long road to redemption once yoongi breaks your heart for the last time. determined to come back to yourself, you start your journey by finally leaving his sheets. will you have the strength to push through? or will someone special stumble upon you along the way?

pairing: yoongi x oc, yoongi x oc x jungkook

warnings: angst (oops!), implied smut (minors DNI!!!), poor oc is very confused with her emotions, yoongi is possibly a jerk!, lots of conflicted emotions here, cussing, i think that's all?, yoongi is a liar, oh and everything is lowercase intentionally.

a/n: ahhh hello!!!! so, although i am no stranger to writing fics, this is my first on this new lil baby blog. this is my own long awaited return to something i never thought i'd have the courage to come back to. this series means a lot to me, and while i know i'm rather unknown, pls show this project lots of love hehe <3

if you could rewind the tapes of your life to see the exact events that led you directly to this moment unfurling in front of you, you’re not so sure you’d accept it.

the whisper of kisses gliding across your skin used to feel like sparks, tiny fires planting on every plane of your existence. but as the flares settle, all you can feel is the burn.

it’s like this every time you and your ill fated lover meet in your match of flames. dancing breaths mingling, evidence of your downpour flowing out onto his sheets, his inevitable high cascading onto your skin. drowning out the remnants of pain until reality brings you ashore, fervent lights that he reignited put out by your sea of emotional sickness.

even as you pick yourself, clothes and broken emotions off the floor, you still don’t realize that you’re being spoken to.

“___? did you hear what i said?”

ah. you just wanna go home. rinse the feeling of him and your tears down the drain.

“sorry, what was that?” your voice hoarse, proof of the number he did on you.

“you good? i actually have something serious i want to talk about.” his eyes on you, but seeing through rather than at you. you watch as they drag down your body, contemplating. as to what, you’re not so certain that you wanna know.

silence encompasses you, his words settling like a pitch black night sky over you.

“what’s up.” not your best response, but it’s not like he deserves it anyways.

“do you think… i don’t know, should we try this again? you and i?” vulnerability, something you seldom see, is adorning his face. his delivery so quiet you could act like you missed it if you really wanted to. like he really could mean it if you let yourself be delusional enough.

alas, your heart always takes the lead. your head slowly rising until you make that dreaded eye contact, the blood in your veins turning into ice as you blink, over and over again.

your expression must be the personification of a question mark, brows furrowed and cheeks rosy despite the snow storm you feel within. time feels like it’s passing so slowly that you can almost see, feel him in slow motion.

deep breath.

maybe one more.

“i– what do you mean? try what again? do i need to remind you of the last time we— im sorry. but why.” why now? what in his pea male sized brain thinks he can shake your heart like this yet again, is what you’re really wanting to say. the bubbling feelings of rage coming up your throat prevent you from unleashing months worth of hurt.

but the answer is because of you. you allow it. it’s also the reason why you don’t completely snap.

you hear the rustling of sheets as he moves to the edge of the bed, eyes downcast as you try to remember that counting thing your therapist taught you and fuck he’s reaching for your hand.

taking a sharp breath in, he smooths out your rigid fingers in an attempt to soothe you or himself, you’re not sure. but it’s not lost on you that this is the first time he’s touched you outside of when you’ve had sex in the last 8 months.

“you and i both know that we keep coming back for a reason. i love-“

“don’t. don’t you fucking dare.” looks like the anger has reached it’s boiling point, your hand being snatched away as he looks up at you in defeat. haphazardly throwing your clothes on, shame be damned as you quickly make your way to the door with your skirt not even zipped all the way up.

“you can run all you want, but you’ll be right back here again next week and you know it.” his boldness so loud it almost drowns out the self hatred of knowing he’s right. almost.

your hand brushes against the knob until it falls limp at your side. eyes closing, damn you’re too tired of this.

“what do you want, yoongi?” loss coloring your face, he thinks you look pretty when you’re sad.

“you. i want you, ___.”

“you didn’t want me when you were fucking your way through the entire city, you didn’t love me when you lied so much that even you couldn’t tell what the truth was anymore. you dont want me. you just want me to love you. you just want me to want you.” you huff out a laugh that’s meant to come out condescending, but really you just sound hurt. because you are. you are so so so tired.

“if there’s anything you could’ve learned about me in the last three years of whatever the fuck this shitshow has been, it’s that i’m stubborn. i may be wrong more often than not, but you don’t get to decide. you don’t have that control. asshole.” flicking him off for good measure, you burst open the door, not even bothering to give him the satisfaction of the last laugh as you bulldoze your way through his apartment and out the door.

fuck the elevator, you head straight for the stairs.

being in this building feels like purgatory, the memories it holds are too much to bare. not that it hasn’t stopped you in this little cat and mouse game from coming back here.

but you’ve decided. you can’t do this shit anymore. whatever spell yoongi casts on you is about to be broken, your eyes finally opening to the endless void that exists within you whenever you leave his bed. you’ve lost many friends, are losing passion for your job, and even the will to push through the darkness that swallowed you on the day your love died.

the funny thing about control is that you’ve never once had it. it used to scare the living christ out of you, but at the tender age of 27, you feel like for once it’s what you need. to let go. to be free of the shackles you place upon yourself trying to be what everyone else wants you to be.

gone are the days that you bury yourself in your bed because you’re to ashamed to face anything but your four walls. it’s not even about proving anything or anyone wrong at this point, you just want to feel again. you want joy. and you’ll have it. you know you will.

[thecameronchronicles]

Flawless

TW: Smut. Language. Mentions of blood. SoftDomRafe! Angst due to body image. 

SUMMARY: Rafe validates why he loves your figure…

WORD COUNT: 2800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Flawless

It didn't matter the color of the fabric or style of the dress. Nothing seemed right for the aesthetic the Cameron family left at every function. Wheezie was the eccentric youth who wore the carefully curated pastels orchestrated by Rose, who owned a dramatic statement piece all her own. Ward was demure in his perfectly tailored suit and million dollar smile. And Sarah was effortlessly soft yet desirable with her siren stare and ethereal style. But the responsibility it meant to be on Rafe's arm had meant your own physique was set into question against his mouth watering appearance. It was louder than that of your own insecurities even as you'd overheard those envious of your relationship with the attractive Cameron, remarks of your healthy weight contrasting their improbable perfections made possible by unhealthy standards. And it was enough to drain any potential confidence into uncertainty as you bowed your head while sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Bullshit tie-" Rafe groaned at the inability to perfect the Windsor knot expected in the reflection of his father's ensemble. Yet the sight of your state had redirected his focus to your well being. More specifically, becoming enraged to whoever or whatever was responsible for its decline. 

"What is it, baby?"

"It's stupid." You sniffled, shaking your head. The only thing you loathed more than their comments and glances, were how you let them get to you. Even if you were tempted to fall into the fads of disordered ‘diets’ to appease them, the way he found beauty within even your most shallow of confidences had kept you clear from acting on such dark thoughts. 

"The only stupid thing is how stupidly beautiful you are..." He spoke in pure honesty as you scoffed. 

"Can I just meet up with you after?"

"Are you sick?" 

"No..."

"Do you want to be with someone else?" Your eyes narrowed. 

"No-"

"As far as I'm concerned, those are the only two reasons you wouldn't be coming with me. The first I'd stay back and take care of you...and if there was someone else..." He used the bend of his fingers to direct your eyes to him. "I'd miss the entire party to prove that I'm the only one for you. Just like you are for me…"

You couldn't respond to his sweet words. You felt hypocritical to agree but uncertain to answer as you were well aware how quick to anger he was. For that, you only remained silent. 

"So tell me who said something..."

"Nobody."

"So I don't make you feel beautiful then?"

"Rafe..."

"It's my job. To make you come and feel beautiful." Your cheeks flushed to his words. 

"I just don't feel...skinny enough...okay..." You hung your head in shame at the remark. No matter the times he reminded you of the opposite, you couldn't help but question the sour words of your peer antagonists as they circled your mind and withering self-esteem.

"Stand up."

"Rafe..."

"Stand. Up."

He spoke more aggressively as you stood in only your lingerie. His eyes adored the sight for a moment, a greedy glance, as you stood in anticipation. You were expecting him to turn you towards the mirror set to the side of the closet you stood in front of. But instead, you watched him take your dress to his fingers. 

"Apparently I have to make something clear..." The tag of your dress was removed from the fabric. Your eyes widened. 

"I don't give a shit if you're a size zero or fifty."

"Rafe-"

"I'm not done." He moved to your closet, taking any piece of clothing he could and repeating the process with each tag he could. 

"I don't care if you weigh under a certain amount. All I care about is that you're healthy. That you eat. That you’re happy." His eyes darkened. 

"And that you're mine." When finishing the final dress, set in a pile discarded at your feet, he now pulled you before the mirror. 

But even in his dramatic attempt to make a point, you could feel those bitter words add weight to your curves. 

"Look."

"Rafe, please. I just don't feel like-"

"If whoever was stupid enough to make you feel like this can't see how fucking beautiful you are, that's on them. But I'm telling you to look. Look at this...Look at what's all mine..." You turned to face him, forcing the fingers tracing the skin of your stomach to now rest at your back as your eyes met with his. 

"I have stretch marks-"

"And claw marks...from where I love to guide you into me-"

"And I'm heavier than the other girls-" He scoffed at this. "I look in the mirror and I can't help but notice. The way they look and how they'd look better at your side and-" He moved in a quick step to the mirror beside the closet. A sudden first made an abrupt collision to the glass as it shattered. 

"Rafe!" Picking up a piece of glass within a dress he'd then in disregard moments prior, he moved in your direction. But even with the menacing look behind his eyes and the way he'd sauntered to you with the sharp edge of a potential weapon, you trusted he wouldn't harm you. 

"You should only listen to me, not done fucking reflection that's too stupid to know beauty..." He led the edge of the broken piece of mirror to your chest. The delicate fabric keeping your bra connected was teased with the makeshift knife's edge. 

"I don't want you to wear what they do. I don't want you to wear anything." In the time it took to exercise a simple exhale, his secondary hand took hold of that thin material as his dominant hand cut it loose. Your gasp was silenced by his scoff. 

"But even when you have to wear something. You have my full attention. You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurts. I have to keep from touching you every second of the day...sleeping next to you at night...but I know you need to rest for how you're gonna take me later ..as a reward for being patient. But if I say you're beautiful and you say you're not...are you calling me a liar?" He asked, leading the glass beneath your chin. 

"Because I think you're smarter than that." You swallowed hard from excitement as you were well aware he'd only mark your skin if you asked. 

"I just don't feel like I'm...skinny enough..." He cocked his jaw, slowly nodding, and sucking in a breath. And yet, none of those motions were genuine in agreement. Instead, they had been given as a means of validation he would need to prove his point. 

"I don't know who the fuck made you think that. Don't have to worry about those stupid tags or that mirror...so I know it's something else..." He walked you to the direction of the bed. 

"But what I do know...is that by the time I'm done with you...you'll never question it again." He pushed you onto the bed. "If you do..." he chucked his tongue. "You'll have me to deal with." He pulled you to the edge, removing your panties with the sharp edge of the glass before disposing of it completely. 

Disposing of the fabric, his body was suddenly over your own. Hands pressed to the bed on either side of you had sent you deeper into the mattress as you swallowed hard to the dominant man set with such a task behind usually kind eyes. 

"You trust me, yeah?" You nodded. 

"You know I wouldn't lie to you?" Again, you bobbed your head. 

"Then listen...because I'm only going to be able to explain it once before I have to act on it...So listen carefully..." He kisses your lips softly. 

"Perfect. Soft and warm..." He led his mouth to your jaw and then your neck, "I love tasting your heart beat for me right here..." His fingers drifted to the natural part made of your thighs as his hips had fit perfectly there, "and I love feeling it here...But I'm getting ahead of myself..." He returned his hands to your breasts. 

"I could massage and tease these all day...I love watching you squirm when I do..." Your mouth parted to release that light kaon that came expectedly as he twisted your hard nipples from his touch. 

"And sucking on them...feeling you pull my hair because you want more..." He narrated it just prior to it happening as he smirked to his clairvoyant prediction. 

"And when I kiss lower..." But in the attempts to do this, he felt you tense. He groaned to this clench as he knew why. Your eyes flashed to the sight of those girls, even ones like Sarah, that had the flawless flat stomachs you couldn't help but fantasize to own. But the structure of your body made this impossible to obtain. 

"Right here..." He explained with his ringed finger set at rest just below your navel. 

"That's where I come...inside you when I can't take it anymore...and you feel it ..and I love how well you take it..." His words were drilling with too much heat to fathom. You pulled him to your lips. He still had a point to make, but your desperations managed to swallow him whole. He relished in the race made of your fingers rushing through his hair and pulling ever so slightly as his tongue brushed your bottom lip. 

"I can't wait-" He breathed quickly, your nod acting as the consent he needed, before you helped him undress. The lack of a full ensemble meant for swift access to his bare chest that you craved to feel in a collision to your skin. The heat of his body and the power of a desperate heart had transported you to believe every word spoke from his breathless lips. 

"I know you don't need it-" He spit at the feminine fold between your legs as you gasped, "But I love that look on your face when I do that." You pulled him back in to kiss you as he aligned himself with your sex. 

"You were made for me. Me." He groaned, offering a single thrust to which you felt him at optimum depth. 

"Do you feel how fucking hard I am? That isn't because you look like them. It's because you're YOU. Beautiful. You." He moved once, your lips parting to accommodate the stretch you weren't ever white able to adjust to. 

"But still all mine." You nodded slowly, agreement interrupted by a genesis of a slow pace. His toes came to a stabilization to the wood beneath his bed, forcing the mattress to creak to his slow collision made against your hips. 

"Every whimper...every inch....every time you come...everything is mine- " His grip ate into the flesh of your ass as he pulled you even closer to him. Even if his words were vulgar and his hips were capable of taking you at a murderous pace, he moved in a slow glide to bask in every sensation for you both. 

"I love you." He spoke, almost pained. "And if I have to remind you of it every second, you bet your perfectly blistered ass," He offered a teasing strike before taking it back in an amorous hold. "That I will."

Silence filled the space between you as you became invested in the hollow of lust. Worries and obligations quieted in the war of desire and love blossoming between you. As he fisted the sheets in the soft drives made in climbing acceleration, you responded with the perfect moans and labored breathing that only motivated him further. Wrapped completely in one another, limbs a blur to the amorous connectivity made in such motions , he needed to feel you to the deepest and dullest extent. 

You were taken into a kiss, tongues tangled, as your legs set over him in a straddle. He prepared you to take him once again, but kept you raised over him with a grip around your back, as he took hold of the back of your hair and neck. 

"Do you know why I know?" Your eyes narrowed as you were breathless but curious hovered over him. 

"I know you're flawless because I'm so fucking broken that being near you...touching you...being loved by you...is enough to fix it. That's beautiful. Not just your body...or the way you say my name when you're annoyed but still put up with my shit ..not the way you feel when you come or how you make me...But because you make those broken pieces whole again." 

"Rafe-" Tears filled both of your eyes. 

"And you questioning that questions me...us...But so help me, if I have to spend every night reminding you...I will." He almost growled those final words as you were taken down onto him. He flexed immediately inside of you in response to the gasp made against him. 

"Tell me you understand. Tell me " He spoke behind clenched teeth. Those once soft motions were now harsh. The thrusts made deep but the pleasure and compassion still on the forefront. 

"Tell me you're beautiful."

"Rafe-" He took hold of the back of your hair, pulling you to take a sharp inhale of surprise once again. 

"Then tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours!"

"And that makes you perfect. That makes you flawless... THAT makes you mine." He huffed, leading you to that intense rise of ecstasy that sent your back into an arch. Collecting you in his arms as he found his own release in time of your coming tremors, he kissed you to breathe in those moans he'd earned. 

"Now you're going to put on any one of those dresses and let me show you off..." You looked to the floor, a heavy gaze assessing the options quickly. "But it won't matter whatever you choose because I'll tear it shreds when I get you back in here..." 

You cocked your head. 

"And you let me see anyone giving you anything even close to a cross look and that mirror is the mercy I won't show them-" To the mention of this, you pulled him back to you by taking hold of his hand. Licking your lips, you kissed around the wound as your eyes rose to make contact with him. The fingers if hei fist came loose as you took the ringed digit into your mouth. 

"I feel beautiful for you, Rafe. The way you look at me when I'm on my knees for you." His jaw clenched. 

"Let me feel beautiful?" He wanted to fight you and make you rise to your feet again. But the way you spoke such a request in such a whine that made him hard for you once again, he only endured what you offered him. 

"You are always beautiful, baby."

"Then let me be." You smirked, taking him behind your lips as a favor of gratitude. As he had been slow with you, you had returned the ecstasy to him. Tasting yourself had only added to the eroticism before his hand suddenly retracted you from your endeavors. 

"Say it. Say it or you don't get to do this anymore." You took your hand around his shaft. 

"I'm beautiful for you. I'm perfect for you. Now let me make you come for me so I can remember that as you show me off..." You used his own words against him as he scoffed. You took the distraction and weakening grip to take him into your throat again. 

Tears and drool gathering at your chin had been an announcement of a job well done as he grunted and cursed over you. The grip made in your hair had mirrored the one you'd taken into his thighs as he warned you if your skillset being more than enough. 

"I'm gonna come! Baby! Fuck!"

You only nodded, the vibration from your moan of approval sending him over the second edge, strengthened by that overstimulation. 

"Fucking perfect." He answered. 

"Beautiful..." You teased with your thumb collecting his cum from your bottom lip and setting it behind your lips. 

"Flawless." He corrected, kissing you quiet as it has been enough to silent your insecurities for now. And even if they would return again, you would have this to reference from here on out.

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[osamusriceballs]

Birthday surprise

Hinata x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,3 k

Warnings: A bit NSFW

About: You have a nice birthday surprise for your boyfie~

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved human tangerine. I love him so much and I wish him the bestest birthday ever~

"Shoyo, what are you doing there? You need to get ready."

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming. I was just checking my phone. I got a message from y/n."

Hinata freezes.

A state that is almost unnatural for him. It is indeed a message from you - or rather a picture. With you in it. Barely clothed, wearing only white underwear and orange stockings - as bright as his hair. No words added, just you laying there seductively on his bed in lingerie, presenting your body to the camera in a way that makes all his blood rush south.

Holy... he instantly darkens the screen, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if someone looked at his phone. And indeed, he faces an equally stunned Atsumu, whose eyes are still fixated on Hinata's darkened screen. A few seconds pass and neither of them moves. The only sounds right now come from their teammates who have already started their training. Until Hinata's screen gives up and turns fully black.

"Uhm..." Atsumu awkwardly coughs and looks away, a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. "I guess you're going to have a fun birthday night, Shoyo-kun."

It's impossible for Hinata's face to turn even redder at this point. Even his ears are burning, and he laughs awkwardly to mask his inner panic. "What makes you think that?"

Atsumu's face drops, and Hinata internally wishes to sink into the ground for saying something as stupid as that. Why did he focus more on this instead of just changing the topic? "Do you really want me to say it out loud?" A slight grin now forms on Atsumu's face, and Hinata regrets speaking even more. Damn, he regrets ever learning how to speak at all.

"Please don't-"

"Don't sweat it, Shoyo-kun. I'd be happy to have a girl like y/n send pictures like that. Do you think I'll ever find someone who wears hot stuff in my hair color? Maybe I should go back to black. I like that whole black and lacy stuff, but then I'd look like that ugly shithead Samu. Or red. Red's hot too. I don't know if I'd look good in red. What do you mean, Shoyo-kun?"

While Atsumu is busy rambling, Hinata quickly takes his phone and buries it in his bag. He'll take the time to look at the picture during their break. Probably take his phone with him to the restroom to have a proper look. But even the short glimpse he just had is enough to get him riled up and longing for you. Longing to touch you, to feel the soft fabric and your even softer skin under his fingers. He wants to properly thank you for wearing this set just for him and to hear you softly say his name after he kisses you. He knows he won't be able to focus now because of you.

"Shoyo? Are you listening?" The sudden snarl of the blonde in front of him makes him perk up his head, his cheeks still incredibly warm and red.

"Oh, sure, Miya-san. Red is a nice color."

Atsumu blankly stares at him, and Hinata wonders how long he zoned out. He only faintly remembers Atsumu talking about hair colors. "Yer hopeless."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't. And don't ya dare to let my good sets go to waste today. I'll make ya regret it, Shoyo-kun."

Hinata nervously smiles and quickly jogs to the court, ignoring Atsumu right behind him and hoping that he'll forget what he saw. After all, that picture was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone.

_____________

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

The stress in Hinata's voice is evident. You don't know if you have ever heard him so depressed before.

"The picture you sent me," he starts, and the blood drains from your face. Your fingers clutch around the phone in your hand tightly, and you involuntarily press the device harder against your ear.

"Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I'll just delete it. We can pretend it never happened. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You nervously fidget with the hem of the straps, mentally burning the damn lingerie in a bonfire.

"What? No, no! Don't delete that picture. I've been hard ever since I saw it. I love it."

Your cheeks warm at his sudden confession and the way he casually tells you something explicit. He probably doesn't even realize how hot he sounds.

"It's just... when I opened it, Miya-san was right behind me. He saw it too. I'm so sorry. I know that you trust me, and I don't want to break your trust. Can you forgive me? I would never show these kinds of pictures to my friends. Please believe me!"

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what he's telling you.

"Baby? Are you still here? Please say something. I didn't- please-"

"Shoyo, it's fine. It's okay. I still trust you. I should have told you that you need to look at the picture in private. I don't mind." You smile at his concern, at the way he's always trying to make everything right, to be the perfect boyfriend. But that sometimes puts a lot of stress on him.

"You know that I love you, right? That won't change a thing. And I'm pretty sure that Miya-san will never mention it, especially not in front of me. Deep down, he's actually very considerate and nice, even though he doesn't often show that side."

The exhale of relief on the other side makes you smile a little, and you're glad that he feels better now.

"I love you too, y/n. Thank you. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me."

"Hey, it's your birthday after all. I can't be mad at my birthday boy. And, um... I've got some more pictures if you want to see them? I even made a short video of me... um... doing things." You feverishly blush at the end of your words, now clutching the sheets underneath your hand while you wait for his answer.

Hinata's tone is more dark and serious when he answers, and damn, it's always so hot to hear him talk like this. "What kind of things? I think I need to know before you send something. You have to be very specific."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a slight shiver runs down your body. "I... touched myself. I thought about how you'd do it and touched my breasts, and then rubbed my... clit." You're proud of how steady these words come from you, and he releases a deep breath before he answers.

"Oh? What a good girl you are for me. How about you send me those pictures and videos, and I'll send you some in return? Show you what you do to me. And when I'm home, I want you to show me everything you did again. I need to see if you're properly touching yourself for me when I'm not there. Understand, baby?"

You only manage to nod breathlessly, a soft hum escaping your lips at his words, and the tingling feeling between your legs starts to make your mind dizzy.

"Shoyo, when will you come home? I need you." You can basically hear how he runs his hand through his wild orange hair in frustration because he can't be with you right now.

"Just two more hours. Can you manage, baby? Can you prep yourself for me? And when I come home, I'll get my present, nice and wet for me?"

You nod your head and quickly gasp a "yes-" already anticipating the moment he will come home.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl on my birthday. I have to go, but make sure to send me those pictures, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Shoyo. I love you."

"I love you more." You quickly select the pictures in your camera roll and press send, only to receive an immediate response consisting of three pictures showing the rock-hard bulge underneath his tight boxers while he has his shirt between his teeth to expose his chest. A quick message follows that almost makes you drop the phone.

"Can't wait to see you, baby."

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Warnings: Vomiting, amnesia, mentions of other symptoms including headaches/brain fog/passing out, mentions of blood, speculated poisoning, trauma response

A/N: Yeah so... this is none of the WIPs I've been working on for months, actually, but I just Needed to get something done this weekend, so. Here we are. I have Ideas for a part 2 for this and if you read closely you might be able to pick up on some intentional loose ends but also I'd feel irresponsible adding to my WIP list at this point. We'll see. Anyway, this is for @monthofsick day 21: Sleepy Sickie

It’s the dead of night, amidst a humid summer heat, when Cyno shows up at Tighnari’s doorstep, feverish and ill. He’s trembling all over, downtrodden, and exhausted. His hair is sweat damp, his face marred by tear tracks, just barely visible in the lamplight.

Tighnari guides him inside. He has Cyno sit, and then wordlessly checks that his body is in one piece. For the most part, yes, it is, but he makes quick work bandaging a dozen or so surface level wounds. By the time he’s done, the matra has dozed off, slumped back against the chair with his head lolling on his chest. Tighnari wants him to rest, but worries about his fever and gently wakes him to gather more information.

“Hey,” Tighnari says quietly. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Tighnari?”

“Mhm.”

There’s a flash of panic across his face, and Cyno’s muscles tighten. Responding immediately, Tighnari places a firm hand on his chest, and while Cyno stops struggling to stand, the tension doesn’t fade, his eyes searching Tighnari’s face. Tighnari feels his brow furrow when Cyno asks, “Where are we?”

“We’re at home,” he states. His voice is masked with a carefully curated calm. He can feel Cyno’s heart rushing far too quickly under his hand. “We’re safe.”

Cyno looks completely lost, but after checking and double checking his surroundings - as if he doesn’t believe his eyes - slowly relaxes. He still looks off-kilter.

Tighnari’s unease heightens. “You don’t remember why you came here?”

The matra’s face scrunches up, confused and distressed. “I don’t even remember coming here,” he mumbles. He hardly sounds like himself, voice even lower than usual, words slightly slurred. A shiver runs through him.

“It’s alright,” Tighnari reassures. “Let’s not worry about that. If I give you a list of possible symptoms, can you let me know which ones you’re experiencing, or if I'm missing any?”

Cyno agrees with a nod, and proceeds to respond to the rest of Tighnari’s questioning in a similar fashion. Headache, muscle pain, stomach ache, nausea, hot flashes, shivering, weakness, lightheadedness, fatigue, brain fog… Tighnari clocks the silent but affirmative responses to each item on the list with a growing sense of dread.

“You don’t remember if you ate anything suspicious recently, do you?”

“Don’t know.” It’s clear he’s running out of energy. When his head dips forward, Tighnari cups Cyno’s cheek in his hand. “Wanna sleep, Nari.”

Again, Tighnari wants to let him sleep, but Cyno’s needs take priority. “Not yet. Stay awake for me, love - can you do that?” 

Cyno sniffles sadly, but his eyes remain open, if glazed. They’re certainly bloodshot.

Tighnari cleans him up. He hopes to help ground him. Sometimes Cyno needs time to settle in a given location, and things like a warm bath can help.

It doesn’t seem to make much of a difference this time, but at least he’s no longer covered in mud and blood and… well, the sweat reappears quickly enough. Cyno all but falls into the bed, sending his partner a look of utter betrayal when Tighnari guides him to sit rather than lying down right away. He smiles in apology and squeezes Cyno’s hand. “Just a bit longer, hm? You’re doing so well.”

When Tighnari offers him water, though, any color left in Cyno’s face drains in an instant, and the next, he’s pitching forward with a retch.

“Oh–” Tighnari quickly steps back, sets the glass on a table, and helps Cyno over the edge of the bed. Nothing comes up, and it’s just strands of saliva dripping to the ground, but he heaves again and again. There’s a strangled noise, like he’s trying to speak. Tighnari tries to quiet him.

“Shhh, Cyno. Settle. It’s okay.”

“I— hurrrrgh!” His body is relentless, abdomen clenching in a cruel attempt to expel something that simply isn’t there. He groans.

“I can’t,” Cyno grates out. It hurts him to do, and he’s thrown into a violent coughing fit that devolves into more heaving and more pain. He’s shaking horribly.

“It’s okay,” Tighnari repeats. He'd do just about anything to make this stop, and yet, the only thing to do is wait it out. “Oh, Cyno… just breathe.”

When he finally regains control of himself, Cyno is gutted in a way that he can’t put words to. Instead, he takes a deep breath, and releases a single sob. Tears stream down his face - and he doesn’t understand why. Tighnari is alarmed, checking him again for injury, asking about whether he’s hurt himself internally. He shakes his head and pushes Tighnari's hands away, because there's nothing they can do to fix this.

“Need to sleep,” he moans, and it’s desperate. His stomach is going to start revolting again if he stays awake much longer, or maybe he’ll simply pass out. And he craves sleep. So, so badly. After a moment, Tighnari nods.

“That's alright, love. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

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HUNTED [2/2]

Pairing: Astarion x Named Tav (Winnie)

Plot: Astarion and Winnie find themselves up against a new enemy as they continue on their way to the githyanki creche. Feelings become more complicated, and lives are threatened.

Content/Warnings: Sexual content MDNI, dissociation, physical violence, nightmares about torture, Winnie and Astarion are bad at feelings, feral Astarion, death.

Part [1/2]

Winnie looked over Astarion's shoulder as her eyes met with a pair of demonic glowing red eyes. They were just about all she could see clearly in the shadows. Though there was this unfamiliar scent which wavered through her nostrils. A slight hint of vanilla. Astarion looked back, a bit in shock from the sudden interruption as his eyes took in the tiefling. His skin was a light pasty blue and he had long silky black hair which went below his shoulders. He was dressed in black leathers and had a couple piercings on his face. His tail was swatting quickly behind him, almost agitated.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” The tiefling hissed out, crossbow aimed at the vampire spawn’s head. 

“You know it's rather rude to interrupt a man during love making.”Astarion huffed, slowly pulling his weeping cock out of Winnie as he glared over at the tiefling man, adjusting his pants swiftly.

“Love making? That what you call draining innocent people dry?” The tiefling scoffed.

“You’ve got it all wrong! He wasn't going to hurt me!” Winnie exclaimed as she adjusted her dress.

“Don't be a fool. Hurting others is all these creatures know.” 

“Well, aren't you so very knowledgeable? I bet you just know everything about vampires don't you?” Astarion spoke sarcastically with a hint of venom. 

“I know enough to kill each one that crosses my path.” He said, preparing to fire at the vampire. “But unfortunately, this time I must make an exception. Now come quietly and I won't put a bolt in your skull.”

“And just exactly where would you be taking me?” Astarion raised an eyebrow. 

“To pay for your crimes.” The tiefling glared back at him darkly. “Someone wants to make sure you face justice and I've been hired to bring you in.”

“Okay that's enough. You aren't taking my friend anywhere, now put the crossbow down before you piss me off.” Winnie snarled, voice becoming more animal-like.

“I urge you to reconsider your friendship. This creature will only stab you in the back.” The dark-haired male kept his weapon pointed at Astarion, not daring to lower it. 

“Back. Off.” Winnie gave another warning.

“I'd hoped you'd see reason.” The tiefling frowned before suddenly turning his crossbow at Winnie and firing. 

“Winnie!” Astarion quickly moved and pushed the druid out of the way as the bolt suddenly hit him right in the shoulder.  Winnie’s eyes widened as she smelled Astarion’s blood. Her head whipped around to the tiefling as she growled out.

“You fucking cunt!” The druid dropped to the ground, body changing and growing as she wildshaped into her direwolf form. Her lips lifted up, showing off her sharp teeth as she lunged at the hunter, snarling loudly. The tiefling let out a cry as the direwolf bit into his shoulder, “gods damned pig!” He shouted as he began to punch her face. Winnie froze for a moment, his words echoing through her ears before suddenly she was knocked to the ground.

Astarion hissed as he grabbed a health potion from his pack before tearing out the bolt and drinking it. His wound healed up within moments while Winnie was still in a struggle with the tiefling hunter. He slammed his foot down on her head causing her to let out a pained high-pitch whine. 

“Ignis!” The pale elf quickly chucked a firebolt at the tiefling, the flames burning through his jacket and pack, causing the contents to spill out. Winnie then took the opportunity to bite into the tiefling’s leg, growling and tugging at his pants. Astarion took out a dagger from his pack before making a stab towards the hunter’s head.  The tiefling suddenly mouthed an incantation and before they knew it he was ten feet away, his shoulder and leg bleeding as he panted.  Winnie let out a loud howl to alert the others nearby.

“Gods damn it all.” The dark-haired male cursed before turning tail, making a run for it through the forest as the direwolf began chasing him down. Her claws kicked up dirt as she sprinted after him, quickly curving and zipping around trees.

At this point Winnie was ready to tear him to shreds, interrupting her and Astarion, threatening him and calling him a creature then injuring him. She'd had about enough of this guy. Eventually the tiefling had found himself between a wolfish druid and a cliff. Winnie charged forward, increasing her speed as she suddenly slammed into him, sending him flying off the edge.  

The druid stopped, panting as dim sun rays began to grace the surrounding area. It seemed dawn was right around the corner.

Winnie then proceeded to turn back to her human form, her dress was now torn on the side, exposing her up to her hip practically.

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Winnie hurried back, passing the forest area where they'd been attacked as she noticed the tiefling hunter’s ruined pack lying on the ground.

“There you are. Where's the tiefling?” Astarion piped up as his eyes darted to Winnie.

“Dead. I pushed him off a cliff.” The chubby druid replied as she stretched her arms over her head. Her light pink eyes looked over towards the tiefling’s belongings with curiosity. 

“Thank goodness. The last thing I need is more monster hunters on my tail.” Astarion let out a sigh. The druid sniffed the charred backpack, picking up the faint hint of pomegranate and some kind of flower; she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She picked up the remnants of the pack, looking through the burn supplies. Holy water, garlic, a selunite pendant and an assortment of letters. The tiefling had come well prepared to hunt a vampire. Among the items were pieces of singed paper. They appeared to be letters, all titled to someone named Aetris. But what bothered Winnie was she couldn't find out who sent him and why. 

“What? What's with that look on your face?” Astarion asked.

“Nothing….We should probably get back to the others….Oh wait how's your shoulder?” Winnie asked as her eyes quickly darted to the vampire’s body. 

“I’ve taken care of it. No need to worry.” Astarion replied, “Now let's go.”

The two of them headed back to camp. About halfway there they were approached by a worried Wyll and Karlach who they immediately informed of the situation. As they arrived back at camp the others were packing everything up and preparing to leave. Winnie yawned, tired from the previous events and the fact that she had gotten any sleep the night before. 

“Why were you two sneaking off in the middle of the night anyway?” Shadowheart asked as Winnie gathered her things.

“I needed some herbs and he was hunting.” Winnie said plainly as she noticed a somewhat smug smirk appear on the vampire’s face momentarily.

“Well at least the two of you were able to fend off the attacker. Although are you sure he's dead?” Gale asked. 

“I shoved him off a cliff myself.” Winnie stated, stuffing everything into her pack before putting it on and preparing to leave. “There's no way he could have survived that fall.” 

“Be as it may, finding the creché still remains our priority. We cannot waste time searching for a corpse.” Lae’zel said firmly. “We must press on, immediately.” 

“Lae'zel is right. The tadpoles won't wait for us to dawdle about.”  

With everyone in agreement the party set off, traversing up the mountain side. Winnie kept her eyes and ears alert for any signs of danger, but as time went on she began to feel drowsy. Her lack of sleep was beginning to weigh on her, her eyes were beginning to hurt with strain but she endured it.  

Astarion seemed to be getting tenser the further they went. Winnie could see it in the way his eyes kept darting back and forth. Despite being assured that the hunter was dead, he still seemed very much on edge.  He likely believed Cazador was behind this. Cazador Szarr, a man Winnie had never met, yet she yearned to dismember him. The man who made Astarion what he is today.

Winnie thought back to the morning after her first night with Astarion. The horror she felt as she saw the scars on his back. Scars she later found out were carved by Astarion’s sire. She'd had to take a moment to compose herself and avoid gasping. The druid knew what it'd been like to be marked in such a way. The very discovery of his scars had brought back bad memories. Winnie avoided speaking to him about it until eventually she found him desperately tracing the scars, trying to find out what they meant.  She took note of how they were similar to the slave markings on Karlach and immediately came to the conclusion that it was written in infernal. However, whatever it said was a mystery to the both of them. Nevertheless, Winnie vowed to help Astarion find out. 

“Bloody hells!” Winnie then suddenly found herself yanked back before she was able to walk off a cliff.  “Are you blind or are you trying to get yourself killed?” Astarion hissed, looking down at Winnie, though his eyes softened when he noticed how dark the circles under her eyes had gotten. 

“Oh…Sorry I guess I'm just tired…” Winnie yawned slightly. The brunette-haired woman rubbed her eyes once again. Slowly they began to close.

“You definitely need some rest Winnie. Perhaps you could change into a cat and I could carry you for a while?” Gale suggested.  

“If that's the case I'll carry her. She'd be far more comfortable in my arms anyway.” Astarion gave Gale a smug look. 

“No one is carrying me. I'm just going to be more careful.” Winnie rolled her eyes. 

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“Are you going to squeal for me, piglet? Squeal just like the rest of your pitiful circle?” A scalpel dragged across the fat of her belly. She gritted her teeth, eyes streaming tears, but she refused to scream.  She knew that was what he wanted. Her captor looked down at her with malicious red eyes. The young girl tried to focus on something else but the lifeless faces of those she once thought of as family were all staring back at her. Although most of their eyes had been carved out of their skulls. She flailed in her bonds, arms and legs spread apart as the blades danced upon her skin. Her flesh was the canvas while he was the artist. 

“Holding it all in won't change the fact that you were too weak to save them piggy. Just an ugly little swine that can't do anything right, but don't worry I can make you better…”  A red glow surrounded his fingertips. The druid's pink eyes widened in horror as his hand moved closer towards her chest.

“WAKE UP!” Astarion shook Winnie awake, staring over her with slight worry in his eyes. The druid jolted up in a cold sweat, heart pounding in her chest. Astarion let out a sigh, “finally I thought you'd be sniveling for hours.” 

The brunette haired woman was shaking, panting, everything that she'd dreamt felt so real. Her hands felt over her scars through her ragged green tunic. Pink orbs scanned the area. Astarion sat in front of her. The two of them were still inside the abandoned monastery’s cellar. The others were asleep in the room next door.  

“Bad dream, darling?” Astarion hummed, laying his head in his hand. 

“Yeah…” Winnie breathed out, a bead of sweat slowly sliding down her brown. “Something like that…”

“Considering you were a sobbing mess a few moments ago it must have been very bad…” 

“I don't want to talk about it.” Winnie said flatly before laying down and facing away from him. 

“I wasn't about to ask. I'm not that interested in your sob story, love. I'm more concerned with you waking the others up with your wailing.” 

“How sweet of you.” Winnie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She tried to return to sleep, but every time the druid closed her eyes she saw him staring back at her, laughing. Winnie bit her lip, sniffling quietly as the tears forced themselves out. It hadn't been this bad in a while. Not since she'd been kidnapped by the mind flayers. She had thought she'd done pretty well but gods the nightmares were getting worse. 

Winnie was eventually pulled out of her thoughts by a large wedge of cheese wrapped in a piece of cloth dropping beside her.  

“Eat.” He said simply. “You'll feel better.”

Winnie looked down at the food before grabbing hold of it and taking a bite. It only took a few moments before she'd completely devoured the wedge. 

“I…I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that.” Astarion looked off to the side as he choked out his apology. Seeing Winnie in that state. It reminded too much of himself. Of the nights he'd wake up terrified of what Cazador would do next. He didn't think much of the scars that decorated her body when they'd first laid together, assuming they were just battle scars the feisty druid received from various scuffles.

“It’s fine…” Winnie replied before looking down with a tired look.  “And thank you…That did help a little…”  She turned towards Astarion who scooted closer. Winnie looked him over, pink eyes lingering on his shoulder. “How’s your shoulder, Star?” 

“Your concern is adorable, but unnecessary. I'm quite difficult to kill and-” Before Astarion could finish Winnie pulled her shirt down, exposing her neck and shoulder. 

“You can feed on me…If you'd like…” Winnie murmured.

“Are you certain?” Astarion gulped, 

eyes immediately locking onto the pulsing vein on her neck. 

“Yes. I…I want to make sure you're fully healed. I know the tadpole keeps you from regenerating…” Winnie looked off to the side, cheeks turning pink.

“Thank you.” Astarion purred before moving behind Winnie. He pulled her into his lap which caused her to stiffen and move away. The pale elf blinked in confusion. “Is something wrong?” 

“I…I don't want to crush you….” The druid said with a look of embarrassment. “I'm too big to sit in your lap.” 

“Don't be ridiculous darling. Now come here.” Astarion patted his lap.  Winnie hesitantly scooted closer and allowed Astarion to pull her into his lap. “See, perfectly comfortable.” 

 She shivered, feeling his breath on her neck as he moved her hair to the side. One hand snaked around her waist. Winnie closed her eyes, trying her best to relax, though it was hard with the fact that he was about to sink his teeth into her flesh any moment.  Cool lips pressed against her neck, softly caressing the tender flesh. Her breath hitched and her heart sped up. Her hand slowly made its way to his, entertaining their fingers. 

“Hells…” Winnie gritted her teeth as she felt him bite down, sharp fangs puncturing her skin. 

“Mmmm….” Astarion moaned, sucking against her flesh as he held her against his body. Winnie never exactly knew how to describe the feeling of him feeding on her. It was often erotic. A bit frightening at times, but also intimate. A part of her even felt it was a way they bonded.  Eventually he pulled back and licked up any excess blood from the wound. 

 

“Star….” Winnie turned her head to look at him, feeling the burn sting of his bite lingering. His lips were stained red with her blood. She couldn't help but move in to close the gap between them, and taste her own blood. Astarion hummed against her mouth before tugging her bottom lips between his teeth and sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hand rubbed over her stomach before toying with the waistband of her pants, slipping his hand inside and teasing her clit. He slid his index finger back and forth over the sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure through her lower regions. “Ahh…” She whimpers, pulling back and looking him in the eyes. There was this dazed look to him. As if he was off in his own world, looking through her and not at her.

‘This doesn't feel right….’

Winnie bit her lip and gently removed his hand from her drawers. The pale elf suddenly blinked before looking at her confused.

“Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Astarion asked, his voice almost cracking. 

“No…I….. It's just…” Winnie fumbled under her words. “Now doesn't feel like the right time…” She looked down and scooted off his lap. The dark haired druid took a deep breath before forcing a fake smile. “I think I need to get some water…But you should get some rest, I'll be back in a bit.” With that she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and suddenly stumbled outside.  

‘I feel like such a horrible person. I've been using him to make myself feel better when clearly something's not right…’

Winnie leaned against the wall as she stood outside the monastery, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground. Her heart felt heavy as thoughts began to rush through her mind.  

‘I have to end things with him. We're so close to our cure anyway…. Tomorrow it'll be over and then we'll all go our separate ways…’

Winnie attempted to console herself with thoughts of returning home, but the more she pondered, the more she began to realize that being able to cure themselves tomorrow seemed too good to be true. Infected people were still heading to Moonrise Towers. Even if they were cured tomorrow she doubted this would be the end  of it.

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“Come on Winnie you said you'd do it!” Karlach exclaimed with a grin. Winnie eyed the roasted meat on a stick with an unsure look.

“I dunno Karls….It feels kinda fucked up. A kobold is a thinking creature.”  

“Well they attacked us first.” Shadowheart chimed in. “It's not like we hunted them or anything.” 

“Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!” Karlach cheered, pumping her fist up and down.

Winnie looked down at the meat before hesitantly taking a bite. A salty savory flavor graced her tastebuds as he teeth pierced through the tender meat. “Huh..Tastes like chicken..” She exclaimed before eating the rest of it.

“Gods I didn't think you'd actually do it!” Shadowheart grimaced.  Karlach busted out laughing at Shadowheart’s expression.

“It's actually not that bad.” Winnie hummed.

“Enough games! We need to get moving. The creché is within our reach!” Lae'zel announced as she appeared from around the corner. 

“Right, just let me get my things I suppose.” Winnie returned to where she placed her bedroll the night before and grabbed hold of her pack. The druid paused as she noticed something folded up on top of her blanket. 

It was the green dress she'd found days earlier, except now the tear she'd sustained from her fight with Aetris had been mended. It looked as if it was brand new. Winnie looked down at it with a puzzled expression before packing it into her bag along with her bedroll. She then swung her pack over her shoulder and exited the room, leaving the monastery cellar with the others. Her light pink eyes lingered over Astarion who was brushing his hair out. He looked very refreshed this morning. No doubt invigorated by Winnie’s blood. Winnie frowned as she remembered the events of last night.  She wasn't sure what to say to him. Ending this fling would probably be the best for both of them, but for some reason it made her chest feel tight.  

‘I have to do this.’

Winnie took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.

“Tskva! Enough chatter! Onward.” Lae'zel barked, stopping Winnie from speaking to Astarion. Winnie nodded before following after the others as they made their way deeper into the monastery. The voice of Winnie’s dream guardian began to make himself known within her thoughts, warning her about seeking out the Githyanki.  

‘I can handle them. I'm not a weak pup. If they attack I'll simply tear right through them.’

The druid replied to him, confident of her abilities.  Her eyes scanned the area as they stepped down a flight of stone steps and off into a corridor where Gith soldiers were standing guard. A gith female suddenly drew her blade and aimed it right in Winnie’s direction.

“Erm…Hi….” Winnie squeaked out and gave her a wave. 

“State your purpose, istik. Quickly!” 

“Stand down, Gish. Is it not Vlaakith’s command to welcome her faithful?” Lae'zel spoke up. 

“I expected no visitors, faithful or otherwise. Why have you come?” The githyanki stared at Winnie with an intense gaze.  

“Mindflayers infected us and my companion said someone here could cure us.” Winnie said simply. 

“You are infected? A ghaik thrall is something to be eradicated, not reasoned with!” 

“The faithful may be purified. That is Vlaakith's protocol.” Lae'zel replied sternly.

Winnie stood there awkwardly as the two gith glared each other down. 

“Chk very well, let the ghustil carry out your fate, but step carefully. Creché Y'llek watches you.” 

Winnie rolled her eyes at the githyanki. She'd never even heard of the githyanki before Lae'zel, but she hoped not every single one of them she came across was as vicious as these two. Surely there had to be a nice one or two? 

The group ventured carefully through the creché, suspicious eyes followed them every step. 

“You know I'm actually not crazy about wandering around a creché full of killer githyanki warriors. Especially with our little friends still tagging along.” Astarion whispered, gesturing to his head. 

Winnie felt an all too familiar squirm within her head. The tadpole was reminding her of its presence almost as if it was taunting her. Winnie growled slightly and rubbed her eyes.

“Just out of curiosity, dear. Are you doing alright? You left rather quickly last night and it got so very lonely without you in my arms.” Astarion practically cooed out the last part. 

“I’d rather focus on today's task if it's all the same to you.” Winnie attempted to shut him down. 

“You’re not getting bored of me are you?” Astarion frowned. If Winnie didn't know any better she would have believed that was a look of genuine sadness.

“No I…. I'm not! Astarion, being with you is amazing…but last night…Last night just didn't feel right.” Winnie explained as they entered a large room with a pool spread across it. Winnie stepped forward before suddenly being yanked back by Astarion. 

“Careful, there are traps all over this place.” Astarion exclaimed, pulling Winnie against his chest to keep her from tumbling into the pool below.

“What is this place?” The short druid asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“This is a hatchery. Where all the githyanki eggs are kept. Although the lack of eggs is peculiar.” Lae'zel exclaimed. 

“I don't see any eggs so far.” Winnie glanced around the pool. She sniffed the air, there was definitely something down there, but what? The brunette noticed one of the githyanki guards standing closer to the pool. 

“So ah….nice hatchery you got here….” Winnie began. “But I kinda expected there to be you know…eggs…”

“We don't share the creché’s business with outsiders. Be on your way istik.” The guard hissed, looking down at the stocky human with a glare. 

“Ah come on! You can tell me! I'm not gonna be here very long anyway. Besides, if I tried anything, surely a strong capable warrior like yourself could handle it!” Winnie said with a sweet smile.

 

[Charisma Persuasion Successful]

“All of creché Y'llek’s eggs have hatched, save for one. Ordinarily we'd destroy it after waiting so long, but the varsh insists on giving it more time.” 

“Is there something wrong with the egg?” 

“Could be. Usually if it hasn't hatched by now it's likely too weak to survive.”

The druid hummed to herself, pink eyes scanning the area before she wildshaped into a hummingbird and flew over the traps. As Winnie circled  over she noticed a lone githyanki looking over an egg that sat just at the edge of the pool.

Winnie dropped down beside the gith before returning to her normal human form. 

“Huh? They're letting istiks into the hatchery now?” 

“Hi! Names Winnie! I heard you’re having a bit of an egg problem?”

“The egg will hatch. It just needs more time.” 

“I thought you were supposed to destroy it if it didn't hatch soon enough? Sort of a culling the weak thing?” Winnie tilted her head curiously. 

“Just because it hasn't hatched yet doesn't mean it is weak. There could be greatness within that shell…” 

Winnie looked down, eyes glancing over the strange green egg.  For a moment an image of her childhood friend carrying a bird’s egg came to mind. Her gnomish companion had found the egg all alone after the mother had been killed, feathers and blood decorating the nest. The other apprentices had told her she should have just left the egg where she found it. That it wouldn't survive without its mother, but she kept it anyway and cared for the hatchling until it was old enough to fly on its own. 

“Come on, it's time to come out.” The varsh muttered under his breath. Winnie looked away from the egg before speaking up once more.

“You seem to care a great deal about this egg?” Winnie spoke up, taking note of the varsh’s hesitance to answer. “Is there any particular reason for this sentiment?”

[Charisma Persuasion Successful]

“Not every late hatchling is weak. I….was the last of my clutch to hatch. They wouldn't have killed me had my sa’varsh not given me a chance. This one deserves the same…. Although they might not have much time left.” His face darkened as he said the last part.

“What do you mean?” 

“The kith’rak will be back soon and if she sees the egg still hasn't hatched…Well then it will be over.” He explained. Winnie bit her lip in thought. It probably was a terrible idea, but leaving the egg to die just didn't feel right. She could always find a couple who couldn't have children and let them take the egg. Surely there had to be someone in Baldur's Gate or on the road there that would adopt it. 

“I can take the egg.” The Druid's words made the varsh have to do a double take.  

“You want to take the egg? And just What would you do with it?”

“I'd find someone who could care for the child. Someone better suited to childcare and if all else fails I suppose I'd raise it as my own.” 

“I suppose its nature will prevail even if it is raised amongst….lesser creatures. Very well, take these they will aid you in retrieving the egg.” He explained before handing Winnie a pair of boots.

Winnie looked at the boots before pulling them on and climbing over towards the egg. She gazed down at it, watching as she could see a shadow move within. Carefully she took it in her hands, marveling at the idea of holding new life in her hands before gently tucking it into her pack. Eventually she returned safely to her friends.

“There you are! We were worried about you, soldier! Where'd you go?” Karlach asked.

“Something ah…. caught my eye.” Winnie murmured before suddenly Lae'zel grabbed her pack and took out the egg. 

“You stole from the hatchery!?” She hissed.

“I didn't steal it. They gave it to me. The egg wasn't going to hatch soon enough so I asked to take it instead of letting them destroy it.” Winnie explained. Lae'zel relaxed as Winnie explained herself. The druid still had difficulty reading through the young gith’s stone faced expression.

“Great, now we can make an exceptional omelet.” Astarion chimed in with a shit eating grin. 

“No!” Winnie barked and held the egg close to her protectively.

“Touch that egg and I will drive my blade through your skull!” 

“Just a jest! Let's not act like animals.” Astarion put his hands up and took a step back. Winnie tucked the egg back into her pack safely.  

“You're not actually thinking about keeping that thing are you?” Astarion crossed his arms.

“I’ll hang on to it long enough to find someone more suited to care for it.” Winnie explained. 

“Alright but just so you know I'm not helping you if the little shit decides to hatch before you can get rid of it.” The fanged elf huffed out, scrunching his face up in disgust.

“That's fine. I wasn't going to ask you anyway. You'd be a horrible father.” Winnie said, rolling her eyes as she, Lae'zel and the others began to exit the hatchery.

“Excuse me!?” Astarion gasped dramatically, “I could be just as good a parent as any fool you  drag off the streets!” 

Winnie ignored him and began to head off with Lae'zel and the others. They left the hatchery and finally made their way to the infirmary, passing some rather rude gith children. Astarion pouted as he began to walk closer behind Winnie. 

The party entered the infirmary where a Gith woman in a lab coat appeared to be looking over a Mind Flayer parasite in a large test tube, murmuring to herself.  

“Ah…. Excuse me?” Winnie spoke up.

“Hm? I was not expecting visitors. Why have you come?”

“We seek the zaith'isk! Vlaakith's protocol demands-” Lae’zel began before the woman cut her off.

“I was not speaking to you.” 

“I heard you had a lot of experience with mind Flayer tadpoles. About how to extract them?” Winnie spoke in a softer tone than her companion.

“Curious. Do you mean to tell me you have someone infected amongst you?” She raised an eyebrow looking at the druid with an inquisitive gaze.  As the Gith sized her up, Winnie could feel that damn worm moving behind her eye. 

“Yes and with none of the usual systems.” Winnie said.

“Fascinating. You're infected yet fully conscious and aware of your infection. It appears either your tadpole is special or you are.” 

“Can you remove it?” The druid looked at her with round anxious eyes.

“I can. Approach the zaith’isk and take a seat. You will have your cure.” The woman gestured over to the strange alien device that looked more like a monster that would devour their brains than a cure for the infection.

“Finally. Clear the way istik, I shall be going first.” Lae'zel barked as she moved in front of the druid.

“I'm going first. It could be dangerous Lae'zel.” Winnie told her.

“You think I'm some weakling!? I have waited for you long enough. I will not be denied my purification any longer!” Lae'zel growled, glaring at the druid with an intense glare. 

“I am going first. Do not argue with me.”  Winnie said calmly and quietly looking back at the Gith with a glare just as intense.

Intimidation Successful

“Very well. You have proven your worth time and time again. You have nerves of steel, go ahead.” Lae'zel nodded, giving Winnie the okay.

Oak Father's balls, I thought I was about to piss myself…

Winnie let out a sigh of relief before making her way towards the zaith’isk, handing her pack to Shadowheart so nothing would happen to her egg before she took a long look at what they hoped would be the end to all their mind flayer problems.

She glanced back at Astarion as she began to have second thoughts. 

“After you my dear. I'm right behind you.” He said in a very fake sounding chipper tone. Winnie could clearly hear the nervousness and uncertainty in his voice.  She took a deep breath and sat down.

DON'T DO IT! 

Her guardian’s rang out in her head, but she ignored him. She was so close to being free from the worm that she couldn't second guess herself.

Winnie stayed in place as the stranger bug-like device sandwiched her head between its mandible appendages. A bright blue glow surrounded her as her ears were filled with a deep wet chittering.  

Then she could feel it. Moving, turning and twisting through her mind. The parasite squeaked and thrashed within her mind. It was hunting the little beast and gods did it hurt. 

“FUCK IT HURTS…” Winnie growled out, feeling as if her skull was slowly being cracked open.

“You can endure it!” Lae'zel shouted. Her voice sounded almost encouraging. Astarion began to bite down on his lip, red eyes looking over the human female in concern as the other murmured with worry for their leader’s safety. 

“AHHHHHH….” The pain only continued to tear through the druid’s head as the Zaith'isk searched for its prey. Winnie tried to get up, but her body was completely immobile. She couldn't help but scream out in agony, begging to be freed.

“She can't take it. Turn it off!” Astarion demanded. 

“Once begun the transformation must be complete.” The ghustil told him, her eyes not showing the slightest ounce of concern, only a hint of madness. Tears began to form in the corners of Winnie’s eyes as she let out a pained whimper, vision beginning to blur as the voices speaking became harder and harder to pinpoint.

“It's killing her!” Astarion hissed, glaring at Lae’zel with worry. The githyanki frowned. She could feel the agony Winnie was for going.

I will not let this happen to you! 

The voice of Winnie’s guardian rang out in her head and within moments there was an explosion.

The pain was gone, but so was the Zaith'isk. Bits of debris hit the walls as Winnie fell to the ground, tumbling over. Her head was still throbbing from the pain she went through.

“The Zaith'isk!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?” The ghustil screeched as Shadowheart quickly moved to examine the dazed druid. Astarion quickly moved behind Shadowheart and peeked out at Winnie, red eyes scanning her. Winnie had to take a moment to regain her composure. Her head was still spinning from the encounter.

“Wake up!” Astarion suddenly shook her.

“That is not helping Astarion.” Shadowheart rolled her eyes. Winnie blinked before getting up and rubbing her head. A familiar squirm tingled within the druid’s head. Even after all that, the tadpole still prevailed. 

“I have one willing supply of blood, forgive me for not wanting it to go to waste!” Astarion sassed before looking Winnie’s body over, his eyes were full of concern despite his words. 

“My life’s work is ruined! And yet you still live…and so does your tadpole.” The ghustil’s voice was shaking with rage and a slight hint of something unhinged. 

“The tadpole's gone. Dead as doornail. Seems this whole thing wasn't for nothing.” Winnie quickly spoke up, letting out a fake sigh of relief. 

“You're absolutely certain?” The disturbed githyanki looked back at the human with a maniac look in her eyes. 

“Absolutely, my mind has never felt clearer.” Winnie nodded with a smile, keeping direct eye contact with her until eventually the ghustil backed off. 

“Very well then. Your problem is solved. Leave me.” She replied in a bitter tone.

Winnie quickly moved to leave with the others. Astarion walked by her side 

 

“The Zaith'isk nearly killed you!” Lae'zel growled out. “I felt your torment. Someone must have tampered with it! Quickly we must report this to the kith’rak.” Lae'zel barked out before storming off. The rest of the group took a momentary pause. Winnie was still rubbing her head a little from the pain before she began to follow after the gith. 

“That was a complete disaster. You are alright, aren't you?” Astarion placed a hand on the small of Winnie’s back. 

“Yeah…I'll survive.” Winnie mumbled, feeling a bit tense at the vampire’s touch. The druid's feelings were still very conflicted after last night. 

“Good. Because I am not going to start following Lae'zel into whatever disaster she has planned next for us…” Astarion then cleared his throat a bit. “And I suppose your company would be sorely missed….” Astarion looked off with a cough. Winnie looked off in the other direction, her face turned a bit pink and her heart was pounding. Fuck…..She didn't know how to respond to that? Is that friendly? Romantic? Seductive!? 

She had to quickly change the subject! Her eyes quickly scanned over as she spotted a big portrait of a very regal and commanding looking githyanki.

“Hmm, would you look at that? She looks like a bit of an entitled prick to me.” Winnie stated, her pink eyes scanning the painting. Her quip elicited a giggle from the vampire. 

“Oh very true. And such poor taste in wardrobe. You’d think someone of her status would dress better than that, tut tut.” Astarion looked over the painting as the two engaged in a bit of catty banter. Winnie looked down and quickly noticed a paintbrush and can before immediately snatching up the brush. 

“Here this outta fix the old gal up!” Winnie remarked, painting a pair of horns on top of the gith’s head as she snickered. 

“Not bad…But it could be better.” Astarion purred out before taking another brush and adding some touch ups to Winnie’s masterpiece. As the two proceeded to ‘fix’ the portrait by adding a handlebar mustache and goatee Astarion’s cold knuckles lightly brushed against Winnie’s. Their eyes soon met as their mischief came to a halt. 

“Something caught your eye, darling?” The elven vampire’s words were soft, gentle even. 

“Maybeee” Winnie said in a teasing tone. The two of them chuckled, leaning towards the other as the paint brushes were discarded. At this moment Winnie’s plan to end things had been abandoned entirely. Despite trying her best to avoid it she realized she wanted him more than anything. She wanted to give him whatever he wanted, to be whatever he wanted her to be. Even if it cost her everything.

Unfortunately their private moment was cut short with a shout.

“WHO'S OVER THERE!?” The voice of a githyanki guard caused the two to pull away from one another before quickly fleeing the scene, leaving the guard to freak out upon seeing the vandalized portrait of none other than their beloved lich queen.

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Upon attempting to alert the creché of a possible traitor things went horrible. Their group was sent to a githyanki inquisitor who'd apparently been searching for a little item that Winnie and Shadowheart happened to have in their possession. The artifact that had somehow been protecting them from turning into monstrous illithids, but now they had stood in front of a god queen who had demanded they hand it over.

Obviously Winnie rejected her demands ( she was rather rude and entitled after all.) and instead went inside the artifact to maybe free the person inside. She found herself standing before a silver haired tiefling male. Despite both Vlaakith and Lae'zel ordering her to kill the dream figure she conversed with him and learned that the lich queen had been lying to her people, that if the illithid empire ever were to return she wouldn't be able to defeat them. Winnie didn't care too much for otherworldly politics and was more concerned with keeping herself and the people she'd grown to care for alive. Deep in her gut she knew that trusting Lae'zel’s queen would be a grave mistake.

After speaking with her dream guardian the druid returned from the artifact known as the Astral Prism to receive a harsh scolding from a very conflicted Lae'zel.  Lae'zel needed time to think after the revelations that had just happened, but before they even had a moment of peace Vlaakith's forces were upon them. 

Winnie quickly led the others into a separate passage leading deeper into the monastery. The surrounding area began to get darker and darker, dulling Winnie’s line of vision. 

“You cannot run forever, hshar’lak!” One of the githyanki soldiers shouted as they charged after them.  Winnie turned back as they ran, using her druidic magic to summon thorny vines that bursted from the walls and tangled together, forming a sharp spiky barrier to keep the gith at bay.  The tunnels they traversed through were dark and cool. A slight breeze was coming from further inside.

“I can feel some air coming from somewhere. That has to be a way out…” Winnie murmured as she stepped carefully.  The druid's pink orbs glanced over as she noticed several different dark passage ways. There was however something off about one. A familiar scent of vanilla hit her nostrils but before she had time to process something reached out of the dark and grabbed her, pulling her into one of the tunnels. A blade immediately pressing against her throat.

“Hello again pig.” Hot breath hit the tip of her ear as a slightly familiar husky deep voice greeted her. It was the tiefling hunter. Aetris.

“I killed you.” Winnie growled slightly before being dragged off into the shadows. Back with the others, Karlach was the first to immediately notice her disappearance.

“Fangs, where's Winnie?” She asked, turning towards Astarion with a look of unease.

“How should I know!? I'm not her keeper.” The vampire snapped before his eyes scanned around for their leader. “I….. I'm not sure….”  The pale elf breathed in, trying to pinpoint the familiar smell of lavender and cherry blossoms that seemed to follow Winnie wherever she went. Her scent was nearby but it was joined by another. Astarion quickly cut off from the ground and darted into the tunnel where Winnie had been dragged off, Karlach trailing after him.

Winnie growled, a wolf-like snarl leaving her lips as her eyes burned into the side of Aetris’s face. Somehow the bastard had managed to survive the fall. 

“Next time you push someone off a cliff you might wanna make sure he doesn't have a potion of feather-fall in his back pocket.” Aetris spat, keeping Winnie in a headlock with a blade to her throat.  His tail reached into what appeared to be a new pack and took out a scroll of elemental familiar. As he spoke the incantation to activate the scroll as a huge rock elemental formed a few feet away eliciting a monstrous roar.

Winnie needed to think quickly. It was obvious he wanted to use her as bait to lure in Astarion. 

“Winnie!” Karlach charged out of the shadows with an ax barred in hand. An arrow shot behind her, flying over her horn and heading straight for the blue skinned tieflings face.

Aetris jerked out of the way, the blade separating from Winnie’s neck just long enough for her to pull out of his grasp and roll off onto the ground. Astarion appeared out of the shadows beside Karlach, his bow notched and ready.

“Darling, I thought you said you threw the bastard off a cliff!” Astarion complained.

“I DID!”  Winnie shouted before turning and shooting an ice knife right at Aetris who back flipped out of the way. “Fucker refuses to die.” 

Aetris's lips curled upwards into a smirk as he pulled a hand crossbow from his pack. 

“There's my prey.” 

Astarion bared his fangs. There was something unsettling lurking within the tiefling's demonic red eyes. 

“You've made a big mistake. No one fucks with my people understand!?” Karlach growled out, about to charge when the rock elemental blocked her path, headbutting into her. She regained her composure before slamming her battle axe into the rock monster’s face. 

“I don't consider corpses to be people I'm afraid.” The male tiefling scoffed before he chucked a bottle of liquid fire between Karlach and the rock elemental. 

Once he deemed Karlach too occupied to be a threat, Aetris took the opportunity to fire a shot at Astarion. The elf quickly moved to get out of the way, only to have the back of his doublet be snagged by the bolt, pinning him to the nearby wall.

“Flageo!” Winnie shouted as she summoned a thorn covered vine and lassoed it around the hunter’s leg pulling it back and trying to trip him up. Aetris was quick however and immediately grabbed his discarded dagger with his tail and sliced through the vine. Winnie drew her scimitars and charged at him, slicing a deep cut into his side before receiving a punch in the face. Aetris took the time he had to drop his crossbow and grab another blade from his pack to join the one he'd snatched up with his tail. He lunged at Winnie with his blades, forcing her to cross her own and block his next attack. The two of them traded blows back and forth, over and over, until Winnie took a swipe at the side of his face. 

“Fuck! He cursed, the pain from the attack allowed the druid to knock his blade from his hands, disarming him.

As the brunette haired woman prepared to make another strike Aetris cast shatter right into Winnie’s face. An intense thunderous noise suddenly filled her ears and launched her flying into a wall. 

Aetris then picked up his discarded crossbow before aiming it at the currently stunned human woman. 

“The only thing worse than vampires is the idiots who are dumb enough to think it's fine to fuck em.” He spat, beginning to circle around the dazed female. Blood dripped down from her forehead as she glanced up at him, baring her teeth and snarling like a beast. 

“You're willing to risk your life over some twisted disgusting fantasy.” The tiefling aimed his crossbow at her head. “It’s fucking pathetic.”

Aetris prepared to fire another bolt, his crossbow pointed right between Winnie’s eyes. Just as he was about to release the shot there was a stabbing pain in his neck. Astarion appeared behind him, his teeth tearing through the tiefling’s flesh and getting a mouthful of his delicious blood.  

It was sweet with a hint of something spicy. 

Aetris's eyes widened in shock as his blood was drained from his body. He tried to fight back, but every minute Astarion drank from him he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker. His arms were gripped tightly and his crossbow knocked from his grasp as the vampire kept draining more and more. Winnie glanced over at Astarion as her vision began to clear. His eyes were practically glowing with this feral hunger. There was a loud crunch of Karlach breaking through the rock elemental’s body as Aetris was dropped to the ground. The tiefling's eyes were blank as he laid there lifeless. Astarion panted slightly, shaking with an unhinged expression as blood dripped down his chin. Winnie stood up slowly, her body was still throbbing in pain from the impact. 

“Astarion.” She spoke up, calmly and carefully. The vampire blinked and looked back at her. 

“Gods, are you alright?” Astarion moved over to her side. 

“I will be…” She replied before looking back over towards the dead tiefling. “At least we're finished with this asshat for good.” Winnie looked over at Aetris before picking up a pebble and throwing it at him. Testing to make sure he was really dead this time. 

“He was surprisingly…delicious…” Astarion said with a breathy sigh. The flavor of the tiefling hunter’s blood still enamored his taste buds. The pale elf collected the stray blood off his face before sucking it off his fingers.

“Though I will admit, he was quite the slippery bastard. Not many people can survive being pushed off a cliff. I'm actually a bit impressed. And worried. If Cazador sent this wretch after me, who knows what he'll send next!?” The vampire began to look nervous. 

Winnie frowned at him before grabbing her scimitars and stabbing through the tiefling's back for good measure. 

“Then we'll kill them. Every last one until Cazador is the only one left. We’ll make him the cherry on top of the pile of corpses.” Winnie looked back at Astarion. He had a skeptical look at first before he grinned slightly. 

“That’s nothing more than wishful thinking I'm afraid, but I do admire your enthusiasm. Very cute.” Astarion bopped Winnie on the nose, making her pout. 

“Hey! Are you two gonna keep playing with the dickhead’s corpse or can we go meet up with the others? They're probably wondering what happened.” Karlach shouted as she stood over by the tunnel's entrance. 

“Right. We should keep moving.” Winnie nodded. The druid and the vampire were quick to follow after their friend.  Winnie glanced over at Astarion as they walked together. The three of them in silence.

“Thank you for saving me, Astarion.” Winnie spoke up, softly.

“Just a thank you? I think I deserve a reward for my heroic act, don't you?” Astarion said in a playful tone.  Winnie rolled her eyes before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him softly. Astarion smiled a bit and wrapped his arms around her. The two of them parted shortly after, Astarion keeping an arm around Winnie who looked away blushing darkly as her heart sped up.

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“Gods dammit. I knew I shouldn't have tried to ask those frog people for directions!” A little high pitch raspy voice croaked out. A small blue kobold wearing a large backpack stepped out of a tunnel. His beady red eyes scanned his surroundings. The area was empty aside the trail of blood leading over to the corpse of a tiefling. “Hells….I know that bugger.” The little blue reptile quickly ran over towards the body. Puncture wounds were clear as day in his neck.

“Mr. Aetris…..How in the hells did you end up here?” The kobold looked over the wounds on his chest before he took out a glowing yellow scroll from his pack. “Hopefully I'm not too late…”

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This took way too long to get out! Sorry for not being very active on Tumblr. Life and writers block have really been kicking my ass! I really hope I can get back into the groove of writing and get content out sooner! Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

~Druid

Taglist: @paganwitchisis @vixstarria @kerwin290710 @anukulee @gobbodoggo

[yanderes-galore]

(romantic) yandere death/wolf from puss in boots? perhaps hes forcing (with his sickels ‘n all) reader to sit quietly and ‘cuddle’ him? ofc it wouldnt actually be sweet enough to consider it cuddling since reader is sitting uncomfortably while death is threatening with sickels, but oh well?

Well! I just saw Puss In Boots: The Last Wish and I can finally do the requests for it! I'd love to give you a short with this plot :) Was originally put in as a concept but I felt this format was better.

Edit: Honestly you could find a second meaning in this fic the more I read it for editing.

Deadly Embrace

Yandere! Death Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Forced cuddling, Sadism mention, Manipulation, Blood mention, Implied Darling is meant to die and Death is hesitant, Not entirely an intense yandere it just became really sad angst at the end-

Death finds everyone eventually. Every one tries and fails to escape death. It is a force that no one can escape from.

Well, less a force, and more of a wolf.

Death always finds his target. He punishes the arrogant and takes the souls of those who have to die. He hunts with sadistic desire... a force of nature meant for one job only.

But Death has found a new source of pleasure other than his job.

Blades slam beside your quivering head. You thought you had more time than this! Unfortunately, Death still follows your path....

"Poor dear, end of the line for you isn't it?"

The red eyes of the wolf stare down into your soul. Your body presses against the wall of your home. You're nothing but prey, unable to escape your fate.

"Been following you for awhile. You know how it goes, death trails after you until it's your time. You must be so scared...!"

The wolf laughs at your misery, the sound like a rattle against your ears.

"I'll have you know it's not just your life that I want, dear."

Your face shifts to confusion, the wolf slipping one of his blades away to cup your face with a clawed hand. You flinch away, the wolf doesn't seem to mind. In fact he enjoys your fear.

"I thought my time was up? That you'd simply take my soul like all the others?"

"But it doesn't have to end just like that! We can have a bit of fun before your time. One parting gift before you lose your grip on life."

"A gift? Like flowers for my grave?"

You spat out the answer, face grim. You think you've angered him when his eyes glimmer, claws moving to your sides before pulling you away.

"How humorous. No, I prefer something a bit more... physical. You surely want something more comforting, don't you?"

Claws dig into your flesh which leads to blood seeping from the wound. His nose twitches at the smell of your liquid life draining. He grins before tugging you along, sitting on one of your living room chairs.

"What?"

"To be honest, I don't quite want to see you gone yet. Let's prolong this a bit more, shall we? I simply wish to offer you an embrace. From yours truly."

"Why would I do such a thing-?"

You're pulled into the lap of death incarnate with a curved blade to your neck. The wolf's gaze is cold and no longer teasing. Did you hit a nerve?

"I could always end your life now if you wanted. I was just trying to make you more comfortable before you eventually die."

His reasoning made little sense to you. Why would you accepting Death's embrace calm you? It did nothing of the sort.

Not having a choice you lean into the deadly embrace of the wolf. The wolf stares at you as if he was deciding your fate. Slowly... an arm wraps around your waist while a curved blade circles your neck like threat.

One wrong move and you would really be in a deadly embrace.

The situation was strange and foreign. Death did not feel cold. You felt warmth... a strange comfort for a disturbing situation. You did not bother to struggle.

The wolf himself could not believe his own hesitance. Your life was meant to be taken by his claws and yet... he's not ready. Death himself holds a life he must snuff out in his arms... only to cuddle you.

His maw rests on his head while he tries to push all other thoughts out of his mind. He tries to enjoy the moment. A moment that shouldn't have ever happened... but he likes you.

He feels weak around you. His tail, who's moved for nothing but hunts, sways when you're in sight. You have grown on him...

He's liked the life sitting in his arms ever since he began his hunt.

He could have a little fun with you and harvest your fear like many before you... yet for now Death decides he only wishes to hold you while you come to accept your fate.

[kissorkill16]

I'll Keep You: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Mr. Peterson doesn't think Nicky should be let go.

Nicky woke up on a makeshift bed, and the first thing he noticed was the large room and chalk drawn windows.

Of course, he started panicking.

He remembered being chased by Mr. Peterson down a long, wooden hallway and the dead end of a locked door with three different padlocks. He didn't even know he needed keys to open those doors.

That's all he remembered before everything went dark.

He saw a shadow coming from a corner of the room, and he looked to see Mr. Peterson's hulking figure. The man looked absolutely terrifying, but maybe that was just because of the lack of light in the room.

Mr. Peterson smiled menacingly at Nicky, making him shrink back into the wall.

"Hello, neighbor.", said Mr. Peterson. "I guess you've finally decided to join me.", he paused for a moment, "I was afraid I'd hit you so hard you'd never wake up."

The man moved closer to Nicky, and Nicky curled in on himself even more. Mr. Peterson let out a soft, rumbling laugh. It wasn't like his usual booming, earthquaking laugh that makes your eardrums pop. This one was just...soft, almost condescending.

"I finally have you...", he almost growled, "After months of you coming into my house uninvited, stealing my things, intruding in on my private activities, grabbing anything you could find to prove to anyone and everyone that I was a loose cannon,...I finally have you in my clutches."

"Oh God...", thought Nicky, "What's he going to do to me?"

He tried calming down. Maybe he wasn't going to do anything, maybe he'll just call his parents and send him on his way. Nicky wanted to believe that. Maybe Mr. Peterson isn't so off his rocker after all. He let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm trapped.", he said, his voice a little more high pitched than he'd like it to be. "Look, I apologize for the abrupt visit, but I really needed to see Aaron. I'm sure he's been missing me."

"Oh, he definitely has, Nicky."

Nicky nodded, "Yeah, I thought so. But I can see he's not home right now, so I guess you can just unlock the door and I'll be on my way."

Mr. Peterson sighed and slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Nicholas. I'm afraid I can't do that."

All of the blood flowing through Nicky's body seemed to stop in its tracks. Did Mr. Peterson seriously say he wasn't going to let Nicky go?

"W-What?", said the boy.

Mr. Peterson bent over and looked at Nicky with darkened, green eyes. "Nicholas, don't you know that it's rude to break into another person's house? Hm?", he said, "Of course, everyone kept telling you to just leave me alone and just give up, but it seems as though you didn't listen."

"Mr. Peterson, please, I -"

The man didn't listen, he just raised his hand up and Nicky stopped talking. "Now now, dear. You're here now and we both know that I can't just let you walk away. Otherwise you won't learn your lesson."

Nicky slowly stood up, shaking his head at lightning speed. "No! Please let me go!"

"Naughty children like you need a proper punishment so you learn your lesson, and I know exactly how I can ensure you that you won't be such a bad child again.", said the man, a creepy smile starting to spread on his face. "Aaron has been feeling a bit lonely for quite some time now, and I thought he could use a friend. And since you're here, I thought you'd be the perfect candidate."

Without thinking, Nicky kicked Mr. Peterson in the stomach and started running towards the door. He was about to turn the knob, but he felt the blood drain from his body and the hairs on his arms stand.

The door was locked.

He started hyperventilating, then he felt Mr. Peterson pull him backwards into his chest and clasp a hand over his mouth, muffling his screams.

Nicky scratched at Mr. Peterson's arm, but the man wouldn't budge. Then he felt a sharp needle go through his neck, and he slowly started falling asleep.

"Shhhh....", he heard Mr. Peterson whisper as he rubbed his head to tire him out more. "Go to sleep."

That was the last thing Nicky heard before everything went dark.

[depends-on-the-sellsword]

hi! i was wondering if you could do an imagine for sandor clegane? idk where it would take place but let’s pretend he and reader or y/n have a secret relationship going on. he sees them get uncomfortable or straight up leave and goes to comfort them? IDK HAHA i tried not to make it too detailed

i didn’t see if you had any specific characters you wrote for, i’m sorry if i missed it!

comfort enough | sandor clegane

"I'd kill for you."

"I know."

your lover calms your temper, and you have a moment together. takes place pre-canon.

this takes a ton of inspiration from one of the absolute best sandor fics out there, Pretty Words For A Drunk Poet (which also has a sequel!) by my friend @poisonsage808 ! You don't have to know it to read this, but I highly reccomend checking it out. Its a literal masterpiece ok. sorry this is a bit shorter than usual! i really struggled with it lol

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It churned through your body like nothing else could. From the center of your chest cavity, through your aching shoulders and to the very tips of your fingers. It was in your ribs, in your lungs, in your beating heart. It was living, breathing. The urge to destroy, to writhe, to kill. Your hound was right; they were all killers here. Why should you be any different?

Your feet hit the ground again and again, hot skin on cool tile, the usual elegance in your movements nowhere to be found. A fox, your lover always called you, a beautiful and clever animal. But while the hot blood poured through your veins, the fox that was sly and graceful had burned, and only the wild animal remained.

All the same, you couldn't very well sink your teeth into Meryn Trant and rip him to shreds, no matter how much your body screamed to. So you danced. It was all you could do. You danced for no one but yourself, for the first time in a long time, alone in your studio. It was not practice. It was not choreography for yourself or for the princess. It was a release, and nothing else.

You allowed yourself to be sloppy, imprecise. You were not beautiful now, and you didn't want to be. For once, the long dancing ribbons lay discarded in the corner. They only would've gotten in the way right now. You let your feet pound freely on the ground, your head snap whatever way it wanted, your arms lash out in any direction.

It was a long time before you stopped, and only then because your lungs started to burn.

"What's got you all worked up?"

Startled by the noise, you whipped around to face it, then relaxed. Sandor. Out of his armor, sitting against the wall. His mouth twitched upwards. "Just me, little fox."

You sighed. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough."

With another sigh, you padded over and sat down next to him. A strong arm engulfed your shoulders, and you let him pull you to his side with a gentle force. It helped. Just a little, but it helped.

"What happened?"

"Trant."

Sandor's grip tightened, and you rested your head against him. The worn cotton of his shirt and his scent familiar. His warm hand grazed your chin, tilting your head just enough for him to look you in the eyes. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, just a slap. Didn't leave a mark."

Sandor nodded, letting go of your chin, though he still frowned. "One day, I'm gonna shove my sword through that cunt."

"Not if I do it first," you snorted.

Sandor matched your laugh. "You don't even own a sword, little fox."

"Then I'll steal one," you said with playful finality, pressing yourself yet further into his side. Your rage slowly drained with his touch, as if he'd drawn it from your body and put contentment, however temporary, in its place.

Through the open wall of your studio, the setting sun painted you and your lover in rays of gold. You stayed like that for a time-- comfortable silence, warmth from Sandor's body, the feeling of security that was so rare for you both these days. A brief oasis.

Sandor's thumb drew circles on your arm. He sighed. "Really, though. Tell me what happened." His tone was casual in that somber kind of way, but as usual, he was terrible at fully masking the concern underneath. So reserved, he was, yet so very open all the same.

You told him, although more for his sake than yours. "I wasn't looking where I was..." you started, then backpedaled. There was no need to be respectful about Meryn fucking Trant around Sandor. "No, actually, Trant wasn't looking where he was going, and he ran into me, and since he's an absolute piece of shit--"

"Let me guess, blamed it on you?"

"Yes! He blamed it on me!" You waved your arms, "and it was clearly his fault. I'm certain he knew that he'd done it, too. He just likes slapping people around."

"Aye, that he does," Sandor agreed. He was silent for a few moments, as if trying to find the right words. You gave him time. You'd always give him time. Words didn't come to him like they did to you, but you held onto everything he said all the more for it. Your lover turned to look you in the eyes.

"If I could, I'd give that shit right back to 'im for hurting you, little fox. I'd kill 'im for it."

How tired he looked in that moment. The glowing sunset couldn't hide the drooping in his eyes, the lines of his furrowed brow. It all struck you with an urge to hold him, despite his size. To offer him the comfort he so readily offered you. Your hand found his face. His cheek was rough with stubble underneath your fingers, but you didn't mind, even when it pressed against your palm as he leaned into your touch. "I know," You whispered. "I know you would."

You left the 'I'd kill for you, too,'  unspoken, but you knew he understood as he pulled you back to his chest, where you belonged. After all, where else could you fit so perfectly? Not even in the sands of your home was there a place so comfortable as the pocket of his arm. 

Sandor was the reason you suffered this city, and he was the reason you survived it. He offered you care, and let you care for him in return, even as the world turned an uphill battle for the both of you.

Drawing idle circles on your lover's back, you let your worries go for now. You couldn't fix the world for each other. But you could sit together a while, and watch the sun leave the sky, and that could be comfort enough.

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