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whumpshaped · 10 months

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would you ever write a vampire with catholic beliefs? Who is struggling between his beliefs and his reality? 🍬🧠🍬🧠 I forgot my zip mouth emoji...Idk where it is...

so originally i wanted to write about isabella, but well, she's not a he, nor is she catholic (she's lutheran). so have this sad wet cat

tw vampire whumper/whumpee? i'm not sure what this man is- death, murder, religious themes, religious trauma, religious guilt, suicidal ideation, (self-imposed) starvation, self-blame, memory loss, abandonment, lady whumpee, noncon drugging, dehumanisation (of self)

It was cold when he awoke. The winter breeze bit into his twitchy body and made him curl up for a moment, but it paled in comparison to the ruthless hunger gnawing at his stomach.

His eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar scene, but recognising the terrain wasn't necessary for him to follow the scent of blood. It was all he could focus on, torn clothes and the cold long forgotten as he struggled to his feet and began following the trail.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

He wanted it. He needed it. He had to have it, no matter the cost.

He didn't have the presence of mind to stop and wonder about his heart that was no longer beating, nor the speed with which he was pursuing his prey. He didn't think about the fact that he could see all too well despite it being the middle of the night, he didn't even consider that normal people didn't usually hunt. Not in a town. Not like this.

He pounced on the man without hesitation. He pumped the body full of venom so he would be silent, then drank and drank and drank until–

"Holy shit," someone said quietly. Then, louder this time, "Holy shit. Vampire! There's a fucking vampire–"

He bolted before he could've heard the end of it. He didn't think about the man he left behind. He ran back to where he'd woken up, collapsing to the ground as soon as he got there. He felt exhausted, he felt... dead. More alive now that he'd had something to drink, but...

He lifted a hand and pressed it against his chest. Nothing. Of course, this should've been more than expected, having drained that poor man dry–

Oh dear. He'd likely killed someone.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't remember a thing from before waking up, but the past few minutes had already thrown him for a loop on their own. He was dead, a dead man walking, and he'd just killed someone. And another human had even seen him do it!

He tried to take a couple of deep breaths to ground himself, but the taste of blood in his mouth negated any effort he put in. He was a monster. He was a murderer. He was going to be hunted and killed.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

The scent of blood clung to him like a ghost, and he desperately wished for a warm shower to get it off. Alas, he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a discarded coat on the ground. He should at least look through that to see whether he could piece together who he used to be. He didn't even... remember his own name.

And where was his sire? The bloodthirsty monster who turned him into one of them? Had they not even waited for him to wake up? Had they not cared at all about the life they'd ruined?

Touching the coat brought back memories of his last minutes, the way the vampire had slipped it off his shoulders and threw it on the ground. He remembered being dazed and helpless, baring his neck for the demon to feast on. At the time, it seemed like the most important thing in the world, to be able to feed them.

He looked through the pockets and found an ID for Jude Flanagan, born 1998. The picture was... him? He gingerly touched his own face, as though his fingers could ever work as well as a mirror. Was he really the Jude on the card?

He was. His fingers brushed against the cloth of an eye patch, the same one the man on the photo was wearing. More memories flooded his mind: his mother calling him, his father yelling for him from downstairs, the priest scolding him.

Priest?

He found a Bible in the next pocket, a small one. He dropped it out of fear, afraid it would burn his hands like silver, but nothing happened. The book seemed harmless, apart from the implications it brought along.

He used to be a man of God.

"N-no... No, no, no, no. You were supposed to protect me," he choked out, picking up the Bible again. "How could You let this happen? How– how could a vampire– why would You let a vampire..."

No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

"I killed a man!" Jude cried. "First You deny me Heaven, and now– the temptation was all I had! I couldn't control it! I didn't see a way out!"

He curled up with the book in hand, sobbing like he was the one to be pitied. Like he was the victim and not the murderer, like he was deserving of any kind of sympathy.

"I didn't see a way," he repeated brokenly. "I didn't... I don't... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... Please, forgive me..."

Jude never quite managed to get used to the hunger. Nor the isolation.

The abandoned shack he'd found was good for shelter, but it was not a luxury abode, and the little money he managed to scrape together every other evening while disguising himself as a human beggar was not enough for much. The coat had become his most prized possession along with all the treasures it held: the Bible, the rosary, and the wallet with all the documents.

He bought new things, too. Some soap so he could wash himself well enough in the river, some candles to combat the suffocating darkness. Every little thing was precious, bought with the goodwill of humans who didn't care to look too hard at the creature they were giving their change to.

Jude could've charmed them. He could've tricked someone into inviting him inside, and he could've enthralled them to let him stay. He could've lived a more comfortable life, with a soft bed, a clean bathtub, and a belly always full of the warmest blood.

But he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve to take any of it.

He'd thought about getting a stake and finishing the job his sire had started. He wanted so badly to be put out of his misery, to be greeted with kindness and compassion at the pearly gates before being allowed in — but he didn't deserve that either. His life wasn't his own to take, and nor was his unlife. God would make that decision when He saw fit, and until then, Jude could do nothing but atone.

He took no blood from humans. He lived on the blood of pests and small woodland creatures; roadkill sometimes, when he got lucky. He hated killing anything, but at least it was allowed, or... or he hoped it was.

Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.

God had given the creatures to the humans, not the wretched monsters of the night. He could only hope and pray that his past humanity was something to be taken into consideration.

He was kneeling on the floor with his elbows resting on his borrowed bed, hands clasped together in prayer, when he caught the scent. A human. Was this the night he would finally be purged from the Earth? Or was the human the real owner of his makeshift home?

His stomach rumbled as the scent got stronger and stronger. His mouth was watering despite his best efforts to keep a level head, and he buried his face in the covers, trying to tune it out.

Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

Jude was shaking by the time the human reached the door of his temporary dwelling. He stayed on his knees and listened to the sounds of the lock being picked, preparing himself for the blessing that would be his permanent death.

If only he hadn't been starving. If only the human hadn't smelled so good.

But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.

He lunged like a wild animal as soon as the door was pushed open. His fangs sank into the poor woman's neck easily, and she let out a groan as the venom took hold. Blood, so much blood, fresh, delicious, rich, so much better than the squirrels and rats–

Jude pulled back with a start, eyes wide with terror. No, no, no, not again, not again. He wiped his mouth and even his tongue with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of the proof of his sin. The woman was still alive, letting out soft sounds of satisfaction as she lay there.

Her neck was still bleeding. He ought to close the wounds.

Jude licked his lips, then took a step backwards. No, he wouldn't lick her. Hadn't he done enough damage? He could– he could find something to bandage her with–

In truth, he didn't trust himself. There was no telling whether he'd have the self-control to stop for a second time, were he to get that close to her neck again.

"Don't you want a little more?" she asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. "I'm still bleeding so much... You don't want to waste it, do you?"

There was a mask covering the lower half of her face, and judging from that and the all black attire, she must've been a hunter. This woman could've staked him. God had given him an out, and he'd let himself be blinded by his selfish hunger.

"I'm s-sorry," Jude stammered, quickly rummaging through all his belogings to find at least a band-aid. "I'll, I'll help you– I'll patch you up, I just need a moment–"

"Can't you lick the wounds closed?" She got to her feet and ventured further into the cabin, grabbing onto the back of his shirt to steady herself and making him flinch. "There's so much blood... Is the flavour not to your liking?"

Jude spun around, and found himself trapped between the wall and his victim. She pulled her mask down and gave him a smile, eyes sparkling with unabashed want.

"You don't want this," he choked out. The smell was so strong. She was so close. She was offering, if only because of the venom, but she was offering nonetheless.

"Oh, but I do. I want it so badly."

Jude stopped breathing entirely, closing his eyes for a moment to think. "What's your name?"

"Pia Gravenor, Master."

"D-don't call me that, please."

"I can call you whatever you want, sir, if you just spare me one more bite..." Jude's eyes snapped open when she grabbed his hand and guided it to the wound, pressing his fingers against her skin slick with blood. "The bleeding isn't stopping anyway..."

He swallowed hard, and her smile widened. She was so desperate for just a bit more venom. He could give that to her, and close the wound after. He could take just one more sip. Just one more.

He was leaning in before he could fully process that he was doing it, lapping up the spilled blood trickling down her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and kept him there, murmuring soft reassurances and pleas for him to bite again.

Please, forgive me. I'm so hungry. I've been hungry for so long.

Let me have a full meal, just this once.

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suppose-i-was-worm · 1 year

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Angst Central

**This is what happened in Danny's home universe in the Iceberg Siren story. There is angst, there is minor gore, there is some violence. It is along the lines of a fair amount of DPxDC fanfics as far as the Fenton parents experimenting on Danny. Love y'all, be safe!**

Jasmine Fenton often found herself wondering when Jack and Maddie had become the monsters they claimed ghosts were. Was it before she was born? Or had it happened right in front of her eyes, threatening her precious baby brother from the day he turned fourteen?

Or was the threat there before then? Had they looked at her and her brother like experiments from their birth?

Had the portal accident truly been an accident?

No. She couldn’t let herself think like that- they had been good, once. They had taken her and Danny on picnics, had taught them about the stars.

They had ripped into her baby brother with serrated knives- after the first successful autopsy, that is. Sawing off pieces of skin, digging into his organs.

Brutalizing the sweet boy who just wanted to help. Who only wanted to help.

Jazz hated herself sometimes, for going away to college. Danny had insisted on it.

“You can’t let me hold you back, Jazz. I’m only here for another year, it’ll be fine!”

It was not fine. Dani had called her, having not heard from Danny for a few days. She headed home for the weekend and met the young girl outside of FentonWorks.

They found their brother strapped to a table, bleeding out and crying for his parents to stop.

Jazz saw green. She was too liminal to allow her King brother to suffer. Without thinking, she knocked Jack and Maddie out with the Anti-Creep stick and a careful application of Maddie’s martial arts lessons.

Dani had released her original from his straps while she did so, and then picked him up with as much care as she could.

Jasmine Nightingale shoved the pair into the portal and then destroyed her former parents’ life work.

All of it.

~~~

Samantha Manson watched in sick glee as FentonWorks went up in flames. Maddie and Jack had been dragged outside one by one, still unconscious, by a furious Jazz, and then she’d gone back in.

Sam had thought she was going back in for Danny, that some ghost or burglar had been too much and that Jazz had come home to find it in shambles.

She was wrong.

Jazz had come back outside holding a remote, and, once she was a safe distance away, had pressed the big red button.

The explosion from the basement rocked the town, and Sam had to take a few steps back from the heat.

Only in the light of the flames dancing across Jazz’ vindictive expression did she notice the streaks of greenish blood on Jazz’s cheek and down her blouse.

Sam ran forward and grabbed at the older teen’s arm.

“Danny?”

“Safe.” The response came from a voice void of emotion. “Dani took him to the Realms.”

“When will they be back?”

Jazz snarled and threw down her remote, stomping viciously on it once.

“I destroyed the portal.”

Oh. That meant never. That meant never.

Sam felt herself begin to cry, and Jazz collected her into her arms, and the two of them stood together in the flickering light of the fire, crying for their loss. Crying for Danny.

The Fentons wouldn’t know what hit them- the Manson name would ensure that.

~~~

Tucker Foley was angry. Sam and Jazz had met him in the park after the explosion, both of them with tears still running down their faces, and told him what happened.

Told him that Danny was gone, and it was the Fenton’s fault.

Tucker Foley was more than angry.

Tucker. Motherfucking. Foley. Was downright livid. He knew, and the girls did not, that the GIW had been funding the Fentons in their ghost research. Had given them a grant when they ‘apprehended’ Phantom. Had made everyone look the other way every time Danny had gone to someone for help.

His last text from Danny’s phone was awful.

TooFine: want 2 play doomed 2morrow?

Ghost?: sure. Parents are home Ghost?: they promised nasty burger if I got a good grade on the english test Ghost?: guess who got a 85 Ghost?: maybe they’ll stay out of the lab for once

Tucker Foley stayed up late into the night, furiously working at his desktop.

In the early hours of the morning, he hit one last key.

The GIW’s files vanished, their computers fried themselves, and their bases stopped allowing access.

Tucker wished he’d had the motivation to do something before it cost him his best friend. He knew he would probably regret his inaction for the rest of his life.

Letters Unsent

Jazz- I know you’re probably feeling guilty still. It’s been three years for me- I don’t know how long it’s been for you. The realms have a weird time-dilation.

Don’t feel guilty. It wasn’t your fault, it was mom and dad’s. They chose their path, and you don’t have to keep that on your shoulders anymore. In any case, I think I’m happier now than I’ve ever been?

There’s this guy- (don’t you think it’s funny mom and dad were better about me being gay than me being a ghost?)- his name is Jason, but I call him Red. He’s like me, he died before and came back different.

Well, he’s more like the median between me and Vlad, but that’s not the point.

Jazzy, I love him. I miss you and Sam and Tuck, but I don’t think I could survive without him, and it’s only been a few months since we started dating.

I’m happy here, for the first time in a long time, I’m happy.

Love,

Your Brother

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Sam! Sam, Sammy, Samalamadingdong- I miss you! You would love the city I’m living in. The Gothic vibes are there all the way. Every time I see a gargoyle I think of you.

There’s even a superhero called ‘Batman’- He’s totally a furry. My boyfriend agrees with me.

I wouldn’t think bats are particularly sexy, but hey, I won’t knock someone’s kink.

I- I love you, you know? You and Tuck are my best friends. I spent a lot of time hoping a new portal would open and I’d find my way back to all three of you, at first.

By now I’m glad one hasn’t. CW sent me to this dimension, and, while I haven’t discovered my purpose, I’ve definitely discovered the love of my unlife.

You and Jason would get along, I think.

Don’t let me catch you crying over me, Sam Manson. You’ll make your makeup run.

Love,

Danny

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Heya Tuck! Something tells me you rained hell- that something being CW. I know Jazz and Sam did too, in their own ways, but yours is probably the most useful for the Realms. As a King, I gotta think about that before I think about what effects me.

Being king sucks, want to beat me in single combat?

Would Doomed count as single combat?

My boyfriend has brothers, and they haven’t managed to gain kingship from me yet- I’m so bad at this dimension’s video games it’s not even funny.

It probably has something to do with being a ghost.

Good thing Jason is worse at video games than I am.

I wish I could see you again, at least to say goodbye. It’s a good thing that Desiree doesn’t take wishes from paper, otherwise something would go wrong, I’m sure.

Love you, TF.

DP.

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny phantom #arctic siren au #dead on main #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #canon typical violence #minor gore

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basedkikuenjoyer · 11 months

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Memento Moria

Kiiiii-shi-shi-shi! Happy Halloween! Last time we took the whole month for Victoria Cindry with our #Spooky Sidestory. That was fun, if you don't know Cindry always borrowed from a famous ghost story about a spirit named Okiku. Which means you maybe need to think a little more in hindsight about her being an actress whose story relies on a theme of toxic obligation. We touched on Moria a bit, how he serves as a warning to what lies ahead. But I always wanted to give him his due. He's such a good seed for the yonko; baiting the idea of separating the crew, the zombies as an analogue for infighting, his shadow keeping you from even touching him. How many people did he beat without lifting a finger? This becomes a huge motif by Totland & Wano.

Moria is a great villain, though I'll never fault a younger fan for not quite getting it yet. Other characters share this idea of their dreams dashed by the buzzsaw of the New World, but Moria is the one who really embodies it. He's not just someone who experienced loss, he's defined by it. I mean this in the nicest way possible, you won't truly relate to Moria unless you've had some kind of tangible past success. Laurels to rest on long enough you know how dangerous that can be. I love this "whiteout" panel, how his face looks so bat-like. If you need a refresher on why this pertains to Kiku:

Kiku's introduction already leans on drawing from One Piece's history, subtly baiting key associations. Bat-Man being one of the first Gifters is certainly a choice, and his extremely shallotesque shape reinforces the reference. For those who don't know, Moria's animal motif isn't a gecko. It's a bat, Gecko Moria. Komori=bat. That in Kiku's intro is worth pointing out alone, much moreso when we get an update on Moria paired with a reflection (Catarina) of what we just highlighted out of the star of the first act. Those two are solid thematically, now add the Ringo ripple.

Does it have to mean anything? No, but theoretically if we wanted to have one of the Akazaya involved somehow there's a certain logic to Kiku the Ringo native being the intuitive choice. It's just like the Shanks/Buggy angle. We have someone so oddly worldly in Wano and yet again a known thread is set up it can easily run through her. I might actually want to see a flashback of Kiku & Moria having a chance encounter over Shanks. If only because I can guess how Shanks would go. You think Moria might make a play at recruiting the demonic prodigy of the Akazaya? Say what you will about his necromancy, which I'd imagine Kiku would abhor, I don't see Moria being the type to care about the trans aspect. Being earnestly good about it like Luffy seems reasonable.

Moria though, just as a villain he's grown on me. Or really I've grown, lost groups of people I once felt brought out the best in me. Lazily replaced them with shadows, spun my wheels in a position that sounded like a good enough spot to be in. I get Moria, he's kinda over it but hasn't fully given up. Just taking a lazier, safer approach because he's scared of what lies ahead. Shadows Asgard and taking in 1000 shadows is a big example of growing on me. Makes so much more sense when you see how Kaido/Wano builds off of the concept. Moria has the power to be a top contender, he doesn't have the will to control it. Shadow Asgard, false divinity.

Back then, even the Straw Hats see it right away. Luffy turns to the crew and tells them to take care of the rest cause he's gonna get reckless. I love the parallel of Luffy having to take on a taste of Moria's true power and Zoro well, that time when nothing happened. Kuma's getting plenty of focus now but we'll wait until the flashback ends to do him proper. Keeping that strong and famous crew he could count on over more zombie mooks won the day. That under the threat of daybreak is good shit.

#one piece #gecko moria #spooky sidestory #post-wano musings

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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So....I know I said I wasn't going to work on any new chapter fics until I finished the other 3 I have going but fate decided otherwise.

Here is the first chapter to my new fic featuring Papa Emeritus I!

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can't help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can't let go of the past?

Chapter 1: That Funny Feeling

Also available HERE on AO3!

NSFW due to triggers below the cut

*See trigger warnings in tags*

Three months ago...

She doubled over in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Eyes heavy with the weight of grief, as the inevitable was well on its way to completion. Her hand fell over the small swell of her belly. Pain, now coming in sharp waves. Like an ocean of knives determined to take its pound of flesh.

Her knees hit the floor, hands wrapped around her middle and the sounds of her crying desperately trying to drown out the word and it sympathies. The blood continued dripping along the white bathroom tile. Calling attention to her loss as she heard their voices. Well intentioned words, conjured from unassuming lips, that echoed in her mind.

"Everything happens for a reason…"

"Some things are just not meant to be."

"God has a plan."

It was over before it began.

Present Day

It had been raining for weeks. The clouds squeezed for every last drop and the shining sun, refusing to come out from hiding. The morning downpour had turned into midday afternoon showers as Primo silently cursed Satanas for his aching joints. The weather changes, making him painfully aware of each passing moment spent in his mortal coil. A reminder that he was still somewhat human, unrelenting and bleak. He was getting older, a man now well into his sunset years and finally able to enjoy the well-earned spoils of his retirement from the Papacy.

It had taken decades for his father to release control. A long overdue ascension that had only come after years of fighting with the Ministry. A power now all but led by Sister Imperator, his father’s former lover. Primo had done his best, serving as Papa for many years before resurrecting the Ghost project.

It was not his choice but regardless he was successful. Ghost taking off in directions that only time would tell. A bright future for the Ministry burning like the fires of Hell that lay beyond Charon’s ride. When the time came however, Primo was more than happy to relinquish control to his brother Secondo. His reign, followed soon after by their other brothers Terzo and then Copia—the last of the Emeritus bloodline.

Primo was, for all intents and purposes, happy. The Ghost project, reaching new heights in Copia’s capable hands. Leaving Primo to spend his time how he truly preferred, among his plants and nature. Occasionally communing with the spiritual realm and preparing his weekly Black Mass as he lived out the rest of his days. His life, having been up to this point full.

Primo grew up wanting for nothing. His beloved mother, the last of the Prime Movers, had assured him a coveted education and apprenticeship with the finest necromancers, seers, and casters the Ministry could offer. He grew up with nobility in name, but his strength of character and his actions proved his right to the respect bestowed upon him. A respect shared by every congregant, sibling of sin, clergyman, and ghoul within the Ministry.

His happiest of days were spent raising his two younger brothers whose mothers had been unable and Nihil, incapable of raising by himself. He had hoped that his time now would be a return to solace and enrichment without the pressures of the Papacy. Something, however, had still felt unfulfilled. A gnawing in his stomach that told him a piece was still missing, one he might not ever obtain.

A thought buried deep inside his mind, hiding beneath the dirt and soil he worked so hard to till. The like seeds he planted tirelessly, for the sake of promised beauty. But for now, the rain still fell. Primo peered out the large parlor window of his quarters, sipping on his favorite herbal tea and watching as the old bus pulled up in front of the Abbey.

“Oh Lucifer, that's today?" he sighed, his thoughts recalling an all but forgotten meeting with the Clergy about receiving a set of fresh would-be siblings—now only capable sinners. Primo stood up from his chair, bone cracking as he went upright and headed out towards the main hall. He adjusted his collar and quickly smeared on his corpse paint before he left. While he would prefer to stay confined to his rooms on a day like today, it was expected of him to greet them.

Along with the other former living Papas, Primo would welcome them to the beginning of their new lives. One outside of God's watchful eye and held in darkness. He arrived downstairs just as they were filing out of the cabin. Terzo and Secondo, already waiting for them on the stairs. The two of them like hungry wolves, eyeing the group for their next bed mate.

“Another flock for which to shepard huh old man.” Terzo mused, a smile on his face as one of the women glanced his way. Ever the charismatic lover, Primo knew he’d make his way through the new recruits as fast as one takes to breath—his lust essential to his being.

“Ah si, but will you allow them to make it to their vows before having them singing praises to Asmodeus from your bed chambers fratellino?” Primo asked, clearing his throat as Terzo rolled his eyes. A typical gesture from the Third Emeritus son to be sure though Primo paid him no mind. While he loved him dearly Primo couldn't help but still see his younger brother as an obstinate child. Forever in pursuit of Lust above all things. Primo wondered how, despite his best efforts, his middle siblings turned out more like Nihil than either would care to admit.

It was times like this he missed Copia, who just happened to be on the first leg of rituals. His first tour as Papa, for which Primo was very proud. It had only been recently that he had learned of the former Cardinal’s parentage and despite their not having grown up together, Primo left just as close with Copia as he did the others. Maybe even more so, since they both shared a distinct distaste for Nihil that was like no other.

As the last of those from the bus had stepped off, the brothers were happy to welcome home Mr. Saltarian. The man in charge of bringing the group to the Abbey and Primo’s dearest old friend. As he approached the first Emeritus son smirked, “Well now…they just allow anyone to recruit new siblings during these times hmm.”

“Well we are surely in times of turmoil my friend and well someone has to do it, it might as well be me.” Saltarian chuckled, raising an eyebrow and throwing his arm around Primo. The two men, sharing a hug before Mr. Saltarian headed inside. Not but a moment later, he returned, this time with Sister Imperator in tow. She was looking especially severe. Her hair pulled back tight and working her favorite charcoal pantsuit and red heels as she walked carefully down the entryway stairs. She began clapping her hands as she reached the drive, trying to gain the crowd's attention before beginning to speak.

“Yes, attention. Welcome, welcome all Seminarians and Novitiate. I am Sister Imperator, the Abbess of this Abbey. Today we will settle you all into your dormitories with the other siblings. You will take the opportunity to rest and unpack. Tomorrow we begin your final training and preparations for full conversion. Now if you will please follow me.” she explained, everyone following her inside.

Primo watched and nodded as the crowd entered the Abbey. The would-be siblings were excited to see the Emeritus sons in person. Most of them, smiling and nodding in reverence as they passed by. It was during this time he caught a glimpse of her—a would-be sister hiding amongst them. Her face was soft, and round. Thick black lashes surrounding eyes of honey brown that matched the golden brown locks from her head. Soft curls that hit just at her waist, seeming to bounce a bit as she walked. The standard crimson and black robes of the tributes, adorned in gold Grucifix embroidery, fitting a bit tight against her ample bosom. A quiet and melancholic demeanor, which may have kept her overlooked from others, calling attention to Primo. Her pale delicate features and withdrawn appearance like a beacon against the smiles and conversations of those around her.

Primo was entranced. There was something about her that made him want to know more. A needy feeling gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. He felt drawn to her, her very soul seeming to be reaching out to him he thought when he was abruptly forced back into reality by a swat to the shoulder.

“Losing focus, fratello?” Secondo laughed, biting his lip as he contemplated his first moves with a number of the new recruits. His intensions worn openly as he practically fucked them with his eyes as they walked in.

“Hardly.” Primo responded as Mr. Saltarian went to stand beside him. “ Salare, who is that woman?” he asked him. Primo’s eyes, never leaving the woman in the crowd. Saltarian tried looking around attempting to see anything that stood out to him.

“You’re gonna have to be more descriptive than that.” he laughed. Primo pressed his lips together in annoyance as the woman that had captured his attention reached the doorway and disappeared inside.

“The one in the back with the longer hair, solemn looking and quiet?” he continued, hoping that would be enough for his friend to figure it out. Saltarian got quiet, nodding to him just before he spoke.

“That's Novitiate Guinevere. Most of the group calls her Gwen not that she really talks to anyone. She’s quiet that one Papa. Why do you ask?” Mr. Saltarian inquired.

“Oh…It is nothing…just a funny feeling.”

Notes:

Seminarian- Preist in training

Novitiate- Nun in training

Salare- Salt

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unknownusernumber13 · 7 months

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Mortal Minds

This story was originally written based off the provided prompt below. I decided to continue that story because I fell in love with the characters, and couldn't stop thinking about how their story could possibly continue. I took the original post, made a few changes, and added to it so it could have a more complete beginning. Enjoy :)

Chapters will be posted in separate parts.

"A family has been trying and failing to kill you, an immortal, for many generations. In fact, it’s been going on for so long you forgot why they started hunting you in the first place."

~Introduction~

Have you ever felt like you had forgotten something important? Like you're missing a key part of yourself, and won't be fully complete until you remember what it is? Well, that's my whole life. I've spent a very long time trying to find my missing piece. And trust me, I've had plenty of time. But that time has been consumed by pain, loss, and a whole pile of unsavory treasures. Stuff like that tends to happen when you're immortal, like me.

Being alive as long as I have, you would think I would have made many mistakes, and you'd be right. In fact, my so called "crimes" can be seen throughout history, although most of them go unnoticed. You might also think I've made enough enemies to last multiple lifetimes. Sorry to disappoint, but I have had only a few small disagreements with people that had little impact on historical events.

For example... I was once banned from this small local pub, somewhere in the middle of someplace that probably goes by a completely different name by now, because I claimed the owner needed a shower. I only made the comment in the first place because he complained about business being slow. I thought paying better attention to his personal hygiene would bring back customers. Not exactly my brightest moment, but I was young.

At least, I think I was young.

But never mind that, not the point. Being literally thrown out the front door, I crashed into a fellow lone traveler and broke the priceless vase he was holding into a million pieces. Turns out he was running from the current form of law enforcement, and was captured because of me. Well, me, and my poor choice of words.

The stolen artifact was lost and, overtime, completely forgotten. It could have been labeled as "priceless" for many reasons, but I suppose it really didn't hold any true value after all.

The same can be said for me, and anything else I managed to accomplish in the past. In the end, I was also forgotten. I'm just another artifact that collects dust in the corner. I don't have any real value.

Basically, forgotten people of no worth don't often have friends. So, how could a ghost of the past have fierce enemies?

And now, I'm simply a corpse. A living proof of dead memories, my figure being the only reminder. Anyone who really bothered remembering me is gone, and I currently live in the shadows of those around me. No one remembers, and no one takes notice.

However, there's one particular group of people that always take notice, and they never forget. Many have died, but their words of hatred live on throughout generations. Their clear disliking of me has been the only certain fact I've always been able to rely on. Sometimes I think of them as being the only people who really know me. If they weren't constantly trying to take my head off, I might think of them as close friends. That, or the world's best stalkers. No matter where I go, or who I become, they're always there.

That leads us to tonight. A night that will prove to have great value.

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a/n: i swear i don't mean to take so long with these chapters. i meant to get this out awhile ago, but finals kept my ass busy so here we are. i am currently working on plotting the rest of this fic and so far it's become one of my favorites to work on. we'll be meeting a certain man named marc soon which i'm so excited about. i hope you enjoy the adventure of these two!

summary: steven's back, things have changed, and you're contemplating the question of your own sanity.

word count: 5.3k+

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

warnings: explicit so minors goodbye, cussing, angst, dealing with assholes on the job, anxiety, talk of panic, contemplation of insanity, crying, kissing, dry humping, ruined moments.

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Digging your teeth into your bottom lip, you did your best not to glance at the clock for the hundredth time that day. Your second to last tour of the day seemed to last longer than the allotted time. Although that might have been because you were anxious to get out of here. You weren’t sure how you’d last yet another tour plus any extra work Peggy wished to dish out on your already overloaded plate.

For two days Steven had been missing. No calls, no texts, nothing to let you know that he was still alive. Other than the cut off phone call from the other day you were at a loss as to where he went or when he’d be back. You hadn’t liked it, but you were left with no other choice but to wait. Which meant feeding Gus one last time and locking the door behind you.

It led to you being right where you were today. Trying not to bite your lips raw as you impatiently counted down the hours until the day ended so you could try and contact Steven again. Thankfully the caller ID on his cell phone let you know where he was calling from. You just had no idea how Steven ended up in the countryside calling from a payphone in a town you’d never even heard of before.

“What does that mean?” someone asked, cutting you off from your thoughts derailing into utter catastrophe again.

In a way you were grateful. You weren’t sure how long you could handle the mental images of Steven sleepwalking somewhere dangerous. How long did it usually take for him to wake up? Would he ever wake up? The latter question was too horrific to even consider, but you couldn’t out-rule that possibility. No matter how much it hurts to think about.

Seeing the image the woman was pointing to—you felt your heart twist violently as you saw the painting of Ra on the Mesektet. Of all the images she could have asked about—why did she have to inquire about that one? Taking in a breath, you kept your emotions level as you responded as eloquently as possible. Your job as a tour guide couldn’t go to shit, because a man had possibly ghosted you…accidentally.

You hoped.

“What you’re looking at is Ra traveling through the Duat.”

One look at the clock told you that only a minute had passed since you last checked the time, and it only alerted your brain that you’d been keeping an eye on it for too long. So what Steven left. So what if the phone call ended abruptly, leaving you hanging—enough to shove you into a state of ongoing panic. You couldn’t allow it to halt your days and bring an end to your own life. Growing attached to someone was one thing, but the emotions you were currently battling felt like another thing altogether.

You weren’t sure you liked it.

Sighing, you slapped a forced smile on your face and turned back to the group of people that were waiting for you to speak. “Now if you follow me to the main part of the exhibit there’s some art pieces that will show the different gods and goddesses of Ancient Egypt.”

You had memorized the script perfectly—to a point where you didn’t necessarily need to focus on the words you were saying. You were merely regurgitating facts over and over again, all said by every tour guide that worked there. So, you allowed yourself a moment to daze off—wondering what Steven would do in your situation; or what anyone else would do. The conclusion was rather obvious. Anyone else would leave it alone—allow him to come back in his own time. You figured that was the better option.

“To your left you will see a statue of Anubis the Egyptian god of the dead,” you said, seeing something dark move out of the corner of your eyes.

Turning swiftly, you ignored the inquiring questions of the group as you watched it vanish around the corner—the figure much larger than you would have expected. A part of you wanted to go after it, follow and see where it took you, but the more sensible part of your brain told you to remain where you were. Sleep deprivation has a way of casting figures in your line of sight. It had happened before—the hallucinations of figures following you, watching you at all times and they always took the shape of mere shadows.

“Are you okay?”

Jumping, you glanced behind you to see a younger kid, his eyes wide with wonder and confusion—a look you recognized in someone else’s eyes. “Yeah—I’m—I’m good,” you stuttered, exhaling the breath you’d been holding. “Shall we continue?”

Stepping forward, you stopped at the next statue—a personal favorite of yours. “Before you is the statue of Bastet. She’s the goddess of—”

“Wait, let me guess…cats?” A man rudely blurted out, laughing at the sight of the female goddess with the head of a cat.

You didn’t have the patience to deal with someone like this, but according to the guidebook you were handed on the first day…you were to never be rude. Especially to those who chose to be a part of a guided tour. It was complete bullshit—just another way for your job to control you—but if you recalled correctly you were still on thin ice around Bitch Peggy. Apparently she didn’t appreciate her employees taking off in the middle of the day.

Clearing your throat, you narrowed your eyes. “Actually yes. Can you tell me anything else about Bastet since you seem so keen on taking over as the tour guide?”

He seemed to shrink beneath your stare, eyes glancing anywhere other than you as he realized what exactly he’d done. It wasn’t the first time you had to deal with someone pretending to know more about the museum than you did. However there was only one person you’d allow to take over the conversation like this, but he was currently out of the city and it looked like—out of your life altogether.

“Bastet was the daughter of Ra the sun god and is known as the goddess of—as our friend pointed out, cats—as well as the home and fertility. She held the power to shape shift when it came time for war, but usually took the form of a lioness. That is until her image became more synonymously known as a house cat.”

Once again the shadows in the corner of your eye caught your attention, dragging you away from the focus of the group. For two days you hadn’t been able to sleep—the stress of what happened to Steven, where he went, and whether or not he was safe kept you awake. Which meant that you were running on the absolute bare minimum of energy you had left in your body.

“Shall we keep going?” you asked softly, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as a chill went down your spine.

Insomnia was scientifically proven to cause hallucinations at times. Yes, that was it. You weren’t going insane, nor were you seeing spirits in the museum you worked at, but rather you just needed to take a nap. Rubbing your eyes, you felt the unsteadiness of your legs as the exhaustion began to hit you harder than ever. Something was wrong with your body—your mind, and instead of sitting to take a break, you kept pushing forward. Intent on finishing up the work day with ease.

Just one more tour after this one and you’d be able to go home. Whether or not you would be successful in sleeping was another issue altogether. Although that would be one you’d have to tackle later.

“I have a question,” Mr. Pompous asked, his lips curving into an irritating smile.

Taking in a deep breath, you reminded yourself that you needed this job—which meant sometimes dealing with assholes like this. “Yes?”

“Aren’t tour guides meant to be—I don’t know—cheerful?”

You could see in his eyes he knew the kind of anger he was bringing forth in you and you nearly gave him the satisfaction of giving into it. How sweet would it be to slap him—show him where he belonged, but even you knew that wasn’t you speaking. It was the exhaustion resorting to the first conclusion it could think of in order to stop him from pressing your buttons. As much as you wished you could do it, you knew slapping him wouldn’t work.

“I apologize if you are unhappy with me as a tour guide. You’re more than welcome to file a complaint against me at the front desk,” you replied—remaining as stoic as humanly possible.

When he realized he wouldn’t be able to get a rise out of you, his smile fell, his taunting words ceasing within seconds. Just the sight of him dropping all his means of attack nearly brought a smile to your face. Yet all you could think about was telling Steven about this. How you managed to stand up against someone who decided you were their punching bag for the day. You already knew what he’d say; could practically picture the smile on his face. The satisfaction melted away from your body, replaced now by the ongoing dread you continued to push away.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the shadow return in your peripheral vision—its lanky figure heading straight towards you.

“Little one.”

Stiffening as a woman’s voice cooed in your ear, you turned—expecting to see someone standing behind you, but were met with nothing but an empty space. A thrill of panic surged through your veins, rooting you to the ground where you stood as you attempted to calm your now racing heart. It seemed that the lack of sleep was finally affecting you in entirely new ways—the exhaustion turning your hallucinations into a figment of reality.

Yet you couldn’t quite place why the voice sounded almost…familiar.

“Through those doors you’ll be able to see the new exhibit dedicated to the mummification of a human being,” you forced the words out, shoving the voice to the back of your mind. It wasn’t something you could face at this time.

A good night of sleep would fix everything. You were sure of it.

You just had to survive one more tour.

“Finally,” you breathed a sigh of relief as your front door shut behind you. After finishing up your final tour, you were then guided to the storage room. It was there you were given the task of inventory—the consequence of your actions, Peggy said on her way out.

If there was ever a time to slap someone…it would have been then.

The mess of your flat greeted you—books piled everywhere the eye could see. But you couldn’t be bothered with it tonight; not when you desperately needed to try and sleep for the sake of your health. The voice from before hadn’t peeked its head out from the crevices of your mind since earlier in the day, the shadow figures having vanished as well too. You whittled it all down to your insomnia causing problems again; the possibility that it was all real never settling right with you.

You were just tired—that was it.

Things never got this bad in the past when you were unable to sleep. You’d stay awake, feel constantly like you were on the verge of passing out, and eventually your body would fall privy to the weariness. Except something shifted the moment you met Steven and no longer were you depending on sleeping pills and different types of teas to help you pass out. Now you were depending on him.

A shuddered sob left your lips, the stress from the past two days nearly incapacitating you entirely. You didn’t give a shit about the tears that fell down your face, because they were justified more than your hallucinations were. For two days you’d been holding everything inside, unwilling to let go of the emotions that waged a war within you, but you couldn’t do it any longer. You couldn’t keep going like nothing was wrong.

“Fuck,” you muttered, gasping a lungful of air—relishing in the way it burned on the way down. “Pull yourself together.”

Falling apart was never something you did and yet there you were, watching as everything unraveled within you—showing the scars you tried so hard to conceal from the rest of the world.

A distant meow pulled you out of your state, drawing your attention to the single door that led to a small balcony. Exhaling, you watched the black cat you’d grown so fond of remind you that you had to take care of her. Cleo meowed again, pawing at the glass—the bell on her collar tinkling as she moved, anxious to get inside. That simple sight was enough to stop the tears. So, you walked towards the door, pulled it open and chuckled as she sprinted in—jumping onto your kitchen table with a disgruntled meow.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” you said with a smile, scratching her head gently. “Would you like anything in particular for dinner?”

She merely purred in response, bumping her head along your hand in order to reach your nails. You supposed that was the simplicity of cats—they didn’t have to stress about the ongoings of life, because they were free. They had nine lives for a reason and oh how you wished you could share the same sentiment.

Cleo’s yellow eyes opened, locking with yours as you continued to scratch underneath her chin how she liked it. Except there was something in her stare that kept you from walking away from her; that kept you trapped where you stood. As if you were cemented to the ground—your body betrayed your mind. Your movements became sluggish, the world around you almost slowing to a maddening degree. What the fuck did you eat to make your mind go this haywire?

“Little one.”

The voice practically purred into your ear, causing every muscle in your body to tighten—fear once again flooding your veins and halting your movements. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t hearing a woman call out to you as you stared at your cat. Once again you attempted to simplify the situation in order to comprehend it in your mind—a habit you’d been doing since you were a child. This was your insomnia. Nothing more than that.

“Cleo?” you asked, your voice strained. It felt like you were fighting against something that willed you to remain quiet, a force that wished to take over your very being without permission.

She meowed, her eyes squinting shut slowly before reopening—the dilation of her pupils turning into slits, sending another chill down your spine.

“What are you—”

A persistent knock on the door ripped you away from her, the air suddenly flooding your lungs as you regained the ability to move. Stumbling over your feet you glanced back at Cleo, watching her leap off the table and wind around your legs—her tail flicking with every step. You needed sleep now more than ever if you truly believed that your cat was trying to communicate with you. Yet still words you continued to tell yourself of this being nothing but the exhaustion that plagued your body didn’t feel right.

How could you have lost your mind this quickly?

Another round of knocks came again, nearly making you jump—the fear still dictating your actions. Cleo seemed to have lost interest in you altogether, favoring the couch now more than anything and you were grateful for that. Any amount of time that could give you some reprieve from the day’s insanity, you would savor. You tried to slow the rate of your heart, the anxiety spiking it higher with every new thought that entered your mind.

What if this was real?

What if you were officially insane?

What if…

Shaking your head, you headed towards the door and yanked it open without bothering to ask who was on the other side. With a shock you realized…you should have asked. Steven stood in front of you, his hair disheveled and eyes wide with panic of his own and for a moment you felt like you were dreaming. He couldn’t possibly be standing here now, but then you felt it. The cold wash of reality streamed down your spine as you concluded all of this was real—the voice, the shadows, Steven…

You weren’t insane, nor were you dreaming. No, you were just finally waking up.

“Steven?” you asked incredulously, your own eyes just as wide as his.

“Hi.”

Two days missing without a word and all he could offer you was…hi? The shock dropped quickly from your system, suddenly replaced with irritation as you took him in. He was fine. No injuries, no horrible actions from what you could see, and yet…something was different. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you saw the way his eyes shifted warily, his whole body shrinking in on itself—as if he was afraid someone was watching him.

“You’re okay.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours. “Yeah, I–I shouldn’t have…oh bollocks I—”

“Shouldn’t have disappeared on me for two days?” You didn’t bother letting him, simply turning away and leaving the door open.

Whether or not he wanted to follow was now entirely up to him.

“I swear I didn’t—” He cut himself off, glancing at your balcony, swallowing thickly. “That wasn’t me.”

“Steven, if you wanted space you should have just told me. Instead of leaving me in your flat and calling me once before hanging up.” Sighing, you opened a can of cat food for Cleo, dumping it in her bowl. “But no…you vanished for two days. I didn’t know where you were or what happened to you. I thought—”

“I didn’t call you,” he said more to himself.

Letting out a shuddered breath, you shoved down the painful twist that went through your chest. Cleo walked your way slowly, eyes narrowing at Steven before a rather loud hiss left her mouth. You nudged her lightly with your foot, guiding her to the bowl on the floor—doing everything you could to ignore the heartache flooding your entire body. You were failing at it…miserably.

Steven paused, his hands falling to his sides when he realized how he’d put his foot in his mouth again. “I’m sorry,” he began, stepping closer before stopping a foot away. “I’m so so sorry.”

“I just need to know you’ll tell me when you want space.”

“I don’t!” he exclaimed. “I don’t want space. I–I wanted to wake up with you that morning and…get breakfast again. I—whatever happened—I swear that wasn’t me.”

You blinked, watching as his panicked state grew the longer you stayed quiet. He was telling you the truth.

Exhaling, you tried to regain some sense in the matter. “What the fuck happened Steven? From the beginning.”

He nodded, sitting on your couch, his head in his hands. You joined him, handing over a glass of water to help calm his nerves. Funny how you’d been in this situation before. Sitting beside one another with the intention of just talking—no other worries on your mind as you relished in each other’s company. Except now things were different. You weren’t even sure Steven would continue to tell you the truth, but you simply had to have faith in him.

You’d done it before…you could do it again.

“I woke up in the countryside and was suddenly being shot at.”

Sitting beside him silently, you listened as he explained everything that had happened to him in explicit detail. The people that shot at him, how he attempted to escape him and even a man who supposedly was able to judge the soul of a human. That you weren’t sure was true, but still you continued to let him speak—intent on hearing all of it. It’s only when he reached the part in his story of a voice speaking to him, calling him a name that wasn’t his—Marc to be exact—did you feel your spine straighten. The memories from earlier, returning with enough vigor to send you into your own panic.

“I don’t know why he kept calling me Marc, but whoever that is he’s not a good person.”

“Steven—”

“They kept saying I was a mercenary. Which is ridiculous, because I’ve never done anything like that before in my life. I don’t even know how to use a kitchen knife properly—let alone use a gun!”

“Steven, wait—”

“What’s even worse is I kept blacking out before I woke up at home. I thought it was a dream, but—oh gosh…” He raised a hand to his mouth, eyes filled with enough panic to have even you reeling. “Those people. They–they’re actually dead.”

He continued to ramble—the utter terror in his voice alone left you wondering if he was actually okay. You wanted to tell him he was safe now. That whatever shit happened was over and you were with him, but he kept going. Piling on the guilt with every new realization he came to. Without thinking, you grasped his cheeks, gently turning his face towards you so he would finally meet your eyes and it seemed to work, because he fell silent. Shock washing over his face.

“Steven,” you said, making sure you actually held his attention. “You’re okay.” He blinked, eyes wide with an emotion you could decipher. “Whatever happened…” you continued. “It wasn’t your fault. Okay?”

Nodding slightly, his lips parted as you dropped your hands from his face. “I–”

“So help me Steven Grant if you say sorry again,” you huffed out in laughter. Whatever happened shook him to his very core, but as his words sunk in you finally realized…none of it mattered. You were just glad he sat there beside you—safe.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, eyes dipping down to glance at your hands.

“No.” You shifted, turning to face him. “Do you want to go?”

He shook his head.

For the first time since he arrived, silence enveloped the two of you. The only sound in the room was Cleo’s collar from the other side of the room as she jumped onto the table to clean herself. You weren’t sure what to say after the load of information he gave you. But more importantly, how do you tell him that you’d been hearing a voice as well? How do you explain that his problem might be yours as well. Rather than stress him out further, you settled for simply watching him.

It wouldn’t give you the answers either of you needed, but it calmed the anxiety that flooded your veins.

Steven’s curls fell into his face as he sipped at the water you gave him. He truly was a lovely person to look at and you wondered why you hadn’t done this before. Took your time to admire him. Brown eyes met yours and a flutter went through your stomach at the realization that he was watching you as well. Neither of you had to say anything to each other. An already well known fact you both shared, but this felt different than all those other times.

The silence held a weight to it.

Whether it felt good or bad…you weren’t sure. Except you knew you didn’t want it to end.

“I missed you. A lot actually. I…couldn’t really sleep without you.” The words slipped free, breaking the ongoing silence. You didn’t mean to say it outloud—your mouth taking over before you could catch it—and so you waited with baited breath. Afraid of what he would say next.

Only this was Steven you were talking about. A man who always seemed to surprise you.

He set the glass down—rather clumsily—on the table, spilling some water as he did it before he leaned towards you. You didn’t expect his hand to cup your cheek, nor did you think he’d go so far as to press his lips to yours. Yet there you were. Kissing Steven as your brain attempts to catch up with what was happening. His lips moved slowly against yours, the slight awkwardness in his movements showing that he didn’t truly know what he was doing. He didn’t have to, because the second he began to pull away due to your lack of response…your brain finally caught on.

Inhaling sharply, you dug your hands into his hair, keeping his lips against yours as you returned the kiss with a heated fervor that had a surprised noise leaving his throat. You’d wanted to kiss him the day you got to know him; the feelings you’d been trying so hard to avoid now creeping their way back into your heart. They were fickle things—emotions—and yet you continued to allow them in.

It must be worth it if he came along with them. Him and his smile, his intelligence, and his sweetness. As sugary as the taste of his lips against yours.

Licking softly against his bottom lip, you waited patiently for him to venture further. Opening his mouth hesitantly and moaning as your tongue slid against his. It was a heady broken sound that sent heat straight down your spine, curling low in your stomach with every noise he made. You wanted to hear more. To know what would make him lose the control he so desperately tried to hang onto.

“Steven,” you gasped, pulling away. Only to have him seeking out your lips—his tongue now delving into your mouth curiously with a newfound confidence.

“Mm,” he mumbled.

“I–” Opening your eyes, you melted at the sight of him.

His eyes opened, lids drooping as a cloud of lust filled his pupil. The flush along his cheeks and swollen lips had every coherent thought falling from your mind. What were you about to tell him? Fuck, was it even important? Rather than try and drag it back into your hazed mind, you chose to reach for him instead. Slotting your lips against his as he swallowed your desperate moan—his hands curling around your waist.

The worry you’d been plagued with seemed to vanish for the briefest of moments as he let you in on how he was feeling. With any other man you’d assume this was simply a way to relieve the stress of the past few days. But this was Steven. The same man who wore his heart on his sleeve and found solace in your comfort—just as you did with him.

He shifted forward right as you shifted back, until you were pressed up against the arm of the couch—his hands digging into the cushion. Spreading your legs you let him rest comfortably in between them, the apparent bulge in his pants only spurred your kisses even further. Moaning softly, you tugged on his hair, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting down gently to elicit a whine from him.

“Oh god–” He gasped, his head dropping back when your lips trailed down his jaw—nipping lightly at the skin of his throat.

What a lovely sight this was. Steven at your mercy—his eyes fluttering shut and hands grasping for purchase on the couch. Smiling against his throat, you sucked a mark into it—a small reminder for later of what happened. Only he seemed to react to just that, a groan tearing from his throat and his hips rolling against yours.

The pressure against your clothed core sent sparks down your skin, a breathy moan of his name falling from your lips like a prayer as he did it again. Meeting his movements, you clutched onto his jacket, dragging his lips back to yours—something warm building in your body. Gasps and moans were shoved into the kiss, his hips thrusting quicker against your own until as you practically wrapped yourself around him. Desperate for the release that was building steadily in your body; turning your veins molten.

“Steven—oh—I think I might—fuck that feels good,” you stuttered, the pressure nearly blinding you as it rose to a crescendo you could practically hear thrumming in the air.

He was biting down on his bottom lip, to the point where you expected blood to appear. So you tugged on his mouth, opening it and watching as his eyes met yours—the glazed over look driving you even further to the release you were grasping for. You half expected him to merely grunt, make sounds, but no…what came out of his mouth was far better than any.

“Oh fuck I didn’t think th–this would happen,” he gasped, his eyes falling shut. “I thought about it.”

“You did?” Nodding, he shifted his hips—the quick thrusts now putting pressure directly on your clit and making your toes curl.

“I–I thought about kissing you and—oh fuck, fuck, fuck—what you would taste like.”

A cry of his name left your lips as you were shoved right to the edge, the blinding pleasure of your climax mere inches away from you. Until…the damn cat decided she had enough of being ignored. A loud clatter echoed in the background, startling you and Steven to a point of nearly shouting. He froze, head shooting up as you twisted rather painfully to get a look at Cleo who has apparently chosen her bowl as her new toy.

The tendrils of your orgasm faded away and you felt like a bucket of ice water had been dunked over the both of you. Steven shifted, his eyes wide and face tinged with red. But not before you managed to drag him in for one more kiss—a long slow paced one that kept the taste of him in your mouth and had him moaning one last time. With a disgruntled look at your cat—who blinked innocently at you—the both of you sat up and fixed your clothes.

“That was—” you began, feeling the heat build under your cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to…”

You smiled. “I liked it.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a sliver of disbelief showing in his eyes.

“I might be strangling my cat later for ruining my first good orgasm in months, but I really liked it.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling slightly as your hand reached for his. “It was good?”

The fact that he was so uncertain about how you felt made your heart flutter even more. This man…held you in his grasp without even knowing it. Leaning forward, you nudge your nose along his, brushing your parted lips together until you hear the shuddered breath he took in. If it wasn’t for Cleo, you’d have him inside of you by now and that thought alone was enough to make a shiver run down your spine.

“Steven, I was ready to ride you on this couch because of it.”

He gulped, the lust clouding his eyes once more and bringing the heat back into your veins. If you weren’t careful, that’s exactly what would happen. You wanted it to happen. Except the meow of your cat ruined the moment again—further cementing your decision to lock her in your bedroom next time. With a sigh, you pulled away and got up on shaky legs.

“Would you like some food?”

Steven didn’t fare any better than you as he stumbled after you into the kitchen. “Yeah sure why not. What did you have in mind?”

“I could make…toast?”

He smiled, reaching for the loaf of bread on the counter. “You’re in luck, love. I make the best toast in all of London.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggled, stepping aside to let him reach the toaster. “Well go on then toast master, show me how it's done.”

Laughter filled the kitchen, the comfortable sensation you had missed now filling your flat. It dawned on you as you watched him move around with ease, that you could get used to this. Him being in your life. You had yet to realize that you were already used to it—far more than you should have been. Watching Steven with a smile, you were oblivious to the white figure that stood out on your balcony, the shadow from earlier curling around its legs as your cat stood beside the door.

Her eyes trained directly on him as he watched the both of you intently.

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nelapanela94 · 3 years

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Levi was unaware of his feelings for you until that day when he found you severely injured during the last expedition.

He dismounted his horse and rushed to your side; the gleam in your eyes slowly fading away. He feared the worst. His chest heaved up and down, and his lower lip trembled as his hand found your face, caressing your cheek tenderly. Tears flooded his eyes, and he felt his heart shattering in million pieces. Levi was used to dealing with incredibly painful losses, but letting you go was inconceivable. If you left, half of his soul would be gone as well.

But for the first time in his life, the stars sided with him when your weak voice called his name. “Levi” you whispered again, and he realized it was not a dream. “Am I dead?”

Levi visited you in the hospital every single day until you woke up, leaving a flower in the vase on the window sill each time. He was not an expert in the language of flowers, so he just picked a pretty one from any front yard on his way to see you.

Your eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light and your surroundings. The last remembrance you had before everything went black was Levi’s face a few inches apart from yours; at that moment you swore you were in heaven.

A groan left your mouth as you sat up on the bed, resting your back against the headboard. Glancing around, the first thing that drew your attention was the vase adorned with flowers of different colors, shapes, and sizes. Your giggle woke Levi, who was taking a nap on the chair near the door. He blinked twice, startled; but the ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he saw you waving at him with your heart-melting smile.

“You’re too far” you said patting the empty space next to you. The raven-haired received the message and took a seat on the bed beside you, leaving a small gap between the two. You pouted like a child; he was still too far, so you moved even closer until you felt your thigh brushing his. “It’s better now” you chuckled. Levi looked away in embarrassment; that warm sensation in his cheeks was new to him.

“Thanks for saving me, again” you sheepishly said holding his hand in yours, and he was doubtless his heart would explode anytime soon.

“You’re so reckless” he hissed. “Next time I won’t go back for you” Lying to his heart was pointless, though. No matter what, he’d fight the world with bare hands only to keep you safe. Nothing and no one would harm you as long as he was by your side.

Your laughter, that sweet sound filled the room taking him out of his thoughts. ”Tch” he turned his head towards you; frown lines drawn between his brows.

“You look so adorable all flustered like that”

“And you think is funny?” He squeezed your hand.

“absolutely” your giggles suddenly came to a halt, and without any warning, you removed the pin of the grenade. “I like you. I really like you, Levi.” you glanced down, squeezing his hand tight. Your words left Levi completely disarmed, unable to dodge the shot.

“I...” he tried, but the words were stuck in his throat.

“You don’t have to say anything” You let go of his hand still avoiding his gaze, but his strong grip around your wrist caught you off guard. He held you with the palm of your hand facing upwards and with his index finger he invisibly wrote “I like you. I really like you, too”

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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if you’re still taking requests for Bucky, can you do one from this quote if it sparks any inspiration: ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’

A/N: please, this is so soft 🥺

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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A heavy sigh escaped soft lips as Bucky laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. There was almost no sound in the room besides the rhythmic ticking of the aging clock on the wall, combined with the sounds wafting in from the open window, and the almost non-existent humming of his vibranium appendage. He reached his hand up to his chest to ground himself by touching the dog tags that had been his for way too many years now. A temporary moment of panic set into his bones when he realized there was nothing there, but revelation quickly dawned on him as he remembered that they were currently with you. The last he’d seen them, you were wearing them, the metallic silver tags safely nestled under the soft fabric of your t-shirt.

When he’d given them to you, a sign of his desire to call you his, among other things, he never actually expected that you’d wear them. The first time he’d spied you wearing them, along a casual outfit consisting of jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers, he’d almost short circuited. There was something about comforting knowing they were safe and sound in your possession now. They were yours now too - just like he was.

A gentle tugging lifted the corners of his mouth into the semblance of a smile. How foreign it still felt sometimes, the gentle feeling of blossoming happiness and knowing he was loved. Loved. What a strange and odd concept that was. He couldn’t remember the last another soul had told him they loved him besides in the most platonic sense. But the first time you’d whispered those words to him, so effortlessly, so easily, I love you, his whole world came to a screeching halt and he was sent into a wild spiral that left him speechless. Bucky hadn’t reciprocated your words then; but it wasn’t long after that he did. It had been a half shout, half declaration as you just grinned at him, pulling him against your lips and only letting him go when you were both breathless and dizzy.

He relaxed at the thought, settling against the pillow as he reminded himself to swim in happy memories, rather than drown in the ghosts of the past.

His phone vibrated against the glass top of the coffee table as it startled him out of his stupor, causing him to almost roll off the couch in surprise. He scrambled to grab the phone, and relaxed when he saw your name on the screen. Straightening himself up, he cleared his throat before answering, “hi sweetheart.”

“Bucky!” your excited voice on the other end of the line made his heart relax as he just imagined you bouncing around your small floral shop, making sure everything was perfect, “it’s about time you answered, old man. I’ve called you like three times! Did I disturb your afternoon nap, Barnes?”

“Hey, watch who you’re calling an old man,” he snorted as he stood up and stretched, surprised by how easily you were able to read him, “I got decades on you, kid, respect your elders.”

“Respect me when I’m right,” you grinned as he laughed lightly. How easily everything seemed to flow between the two of you; he’d never thought he could have anything like this again. Even once he’d left Wakanda and life slowly went back to a semblance of normality after the Blip, he still had a hard time trusting people; perhaps, more than anything else, he didn’t trust himself.

While he knew he was himself again, Bucky, and not the Winter Soldier, he still was never quite convinced that he wouldn’t ever go back. For so long he had been nothing but a killer, it was hard to believe that he could ever be fully himself again. So he’d closed himself off, steeled himself, despite the constant reassurance from the people around him that it was okay to let others in. He couldn’t trust himself - after so long...how could he? How was he just supposed to be able to pick the pieces and just be James again?

But he was learning, over time, slowly, bit by bit, that it was okay to let people in, okay to feel, and be okay and also not be okay. Sure, some days were hard, but the good days were good. And they were getting to become more and more frequent.

“Bucky? Hello?” you called his name from the other line, trying to get him to snap back into attention, “James? James Buchanan Barnes?”

“S-sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle for a moment, “I...yeah.”

“Yeah,” you teased softly, “zoning out again huh, my love? I know how you get. What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

“Nothing much,” he admitted, shrugging to himself despite the fact that you weren’t able to see him, “when are you off?”

“Whenever I want to be,” you reminded him, “I’m the boss now, remember? Why do you ask? Got some grand plans for us?”

“Nah,” he confessed, “just want to come and see you. Is it okay if I stop in? I’d come and bring you some flowers...but that would seem a little...on the nose.”

“Ahh, look at you,” he could practically hear you grinning, “very clever, aren’t you? Come and see me - it’s been slow so I might as well close up when you get here. Maybe we can go for a walk and get dinner?”

“Sounds great,” he agreed softly, “see you soon.”

“See you soon, Bucky.”

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While you waited for Bucky to arrive, a brilliant idea popped into your head. You quickly grabbed a vase and started to gather some of the flowers that reminded you of him. It wasn’t long before you had a variety of them, neatly arranged and topped off with a bow, ready and waiting for him. He walked into your small shop, ready to announce himself but quickly found that he didn’t have to.You were perched up on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you tilted your head to the side and studied him with a small smile. He was dressed casually today, sporting a dark blue henley and a pair of well fitting jeans. His arm, intricate and beautifully designed golden and black vibranium, wasn’t on full display, nor was it completely hidden. Progress; a step in the right direction, albeit small. He’d get there when he’d get there and if that took another five years or fifty, you planned on being there for him.

“Hi James,” you popped off the counter and met him halfway, letting him wrap you up and envelope you in his warm, tight grasp. His arms, his body, was your favorite place to be. You never felt more safe and secure than when you were wrapped up in him, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” he chuckled as you just nodded, pouting lightly as he couldn’t help but kiss you softly, “it’s only been a few hours since we’ve seen each other.”

“I know,” you ran a hand through his dark hair, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t miss you, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed as you took his hand and pulled him over to the counter. Bucky dramatically rolled his eyes as he trailed after you. Your hand looked so small in his hand; delicate skin contrasted against harsh callouses as you gave him a squeeze of reassurance. Whatever hesitation or tension was left in his body seeped, replaced by a feeling of saccharine bliss, “what are you up to?”

“You always think I’m up to something,” standing in front of the flowers, you paused, studying his features before reaching up to tenderly cradle his face in your hands. Bucky, resilient and strong, turned into a puddle of mush and practical whimpers as you traced a delicate fingertip across his features, “perhaps this time you’re right.”

“Tell me then,” he turned his face, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as you used your free hand to reach behind you and push the vase to your side so he could see the ornate display. Blue eyes narrowed, highlighting the wary crease in his brow before they widened, softening all the way through. His hand slinked down to your waist, a light squeeze followed as he shuffled to the side and studied the flowers. Bright yellows and oranges, brilliant crimsons and pinks, and mellow pastels were suddenly under his intense scrutiny as he took in the sight of the blossoms, “w-what are these?”

“And here I was, thinking you were smart,” standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, delicately and slowly at first so you wouldn’t startle him. His frame stiffened for a mere moment before he relaxed, the weight of your head on his back a welcome burden he was happy to bear, “these are called flowers.”

“Very funny,” you could feel the laugh vibrate through his chest as a hand, one colder and more metallic than normal, but still all him, settled on your own. Pressing a line of soft kisses to his shoulders, you listened to the steady beating of his heart, “what’s the occasion?”

“There is none,” you insisted, “I just thought you would enjoy them. Look at the colors and blossoms, they all reminded me of you. So brilliant and warm and bright and lovely - just like you, Bucky.”

A few beats of silence met your ears as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, a million thoughts swirling around his mind. Before you could speak or say anything else, he turned around in your arms so he was facing you. He gestured between you and the flowers for a few moments, finding himself at a loss for words, “me?”

“Yes,” you promised him, “for you. Do you like them?”

“I love them,” he reassured you, an easy warmth settling over you, “back in the day I would have been doing this for you…”

‘You’ve gotten me flowers plenty of times,” you laughed, a sound that had easily become his favorite thing in almost no time, “besides, you deserve some nice things too.”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“That’s a new one,” you teased as he jokingly groaned, “ I jest! I’ve noticed you’ve been a little more quiet and stoic lately...I didn’t even know that was possible for you. What’s been on your mind, my love?”

“There’s this quote that came into mind...I heard it somewhere, but I can’t remember from what or who,” he mused as he rubbed thoughtfully at his chin, “it’s something along the lines of ‘when you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can stand in front of them and show yourself and their response is “you’re safe with me” - that’s intimacy.’ I feel like...I can do that with you - like I can be myself and you’re not judging me, even though you know who I am.”

“Bucky - James - I know who you are,” it was surprising you didn’t melt into a puddle then and there, melting into nothingness at his feet. You leaned in, looking at his eyes for a few moments before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. You broke apart slowly, reluctantly before resting your forehead against his, “I know exactly you who are. And I love you for it - a good man, friend, partner, and so many other things. You are good, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else says or thinks. Fuck them - the people that know you know who you really are.”

“Even after…”

“Even after everything that’s happened,” you promised, “you are safe with me. I’m not going to suddenly turn my back on you and walk away. I love you, Bucky. You have me, now and forever, and I’ve got you, always. That’s not going to change. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you could feel him smiling against your lips as he breathed you in and let you overwhelm his senses, “I know that.”

“Good,” you smiled as you reached for his hand, “let’s go to get dinner. I’m starving.”

“Don’t you need to close up?”

“Nah,” you winked at him, “I closed up as soon as we got off the phone earlier so we would have interruptions. C’mon Buck, I’m going to take you for a night on the town! What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed, “there’s just one more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“This,” he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply as your body melded into his, “I love you too.”

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kurosukii · 4 years

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

summary: your relationship is filled with nothing but teasing touches and pleasured sighs, until you tell him that you want to take it to the next level.

genre: smut, fluff, aged up au, established relationship au

warnings: 18+. virginity loss (it’s a social construct but for the sake of smut...), riding, dirty talk, fingering, face-sitting, size kink, nipple play, chest play(??), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, unprotected sex, finger sucking, pet names (kitten)

word count: 5.8k

author’s note: koo is the loml. that’s it. (this was the hardest for me to write so far since ✨feelings✨ are involved). this is somewhat the nsfw continuation to safety net but it can still be read alone, i just referenced some things™️. (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you so much @kurinoot for editing <33

[5:02 PM]

“if you don’t stop tickling me, i’m going to bite you!”

you squealed as you lightheartedly threatened your boyfriend. you were trying to swat his attacks away from your neck and waist as his lean body hovered over yours, but he was just too big for you to throw him off.

“i dare you to bite me, kitten. i’ll just bite you back!” he exclaimed as he raised his head from your neck, with nimble fingers still pressing on to your sides. he laughed at your dumbfounded expression and went back to blowing raspberries on your neck and tickling the dips in your waist.

you would say that you’re tired of kuroo’s childishness, but you would only be lying to yourself. you loved how he was so carefree every time the two of you were together, and you couldn’t be more grateful that kuroo was such an attentive and doting boyfriend. sure, you had your fair share of doubts and insecurities when the two of you first started dating in high school, but it was never because of him. no, it was all you and your past inhibitions. however, kuroo never fails to squash your negative thoughts to the ground.

when you would observe him, you’d remember how the two of you confessed to each other over chemistry homework and you’d just burst out laughing at how it was such a kuroo way for your feelings to be known to each other.

when he asked what made you so happy, you’d always say you and he’d end up making a face but kiss your lips softly a few moments after. those soft kisses don’t last long because they would turn into heated makeout sessions that would leave you gasping for breath.

a few weeks into dating, kuroo admitted to you that he was planning on confessing by making a nonchalant comment here and there and leave you to nitpick what he said. he claimed that it wasn’t to ‘disrupt’ your strong friendship and ‘startle’ you, but you know him like the back of your hand—he was just as nervous as you were.

now that you’re a year or two into dating, being with him just felt so right, like all the puzzle pieces fell into place and formed the beautiful jigsaw of a relationship that you have with him. at first, you were worried that your dynamic with him would change because you weren’t just best friends anymore; you were now involved with each other romantically.

when you told kuroo about it, he would always encourage you to tell him what you were feeling. he would just flick your forehead and tell you that you have nothing to worry about and he was right.

you wouldn’t change a thing about your relationship with kuroo tetsurou, except for one thing.

you have yet to ‘consummate’ your relationship, and it it may seem crazy to others if they knew how long the two of you have been dating (not that it’s any of their business), but you haven’t reached that part of your relationship yet.

the farthest you two have gone was oral, so you knew that it wasn’t because you didn’t find each other desirable. you used to believe the saying ‘i could eat you for hours’ was sort of an exaggeration but now you can confidently admit your mistake and say that kuroo puts that saying to shame because he has spent hours buried between your legs perfecting his oral ‘techniques’.

more often than not, you would always find yourself begging him to stop eating your pussy because it ached and your clit felt so numb. you’ve always wondered if his jaw and tongue were made of iron steel and he would just laugh at you before diving back in, making you squirt all over his face for the nth time that day.

you’d also return the favor, of course, but you’ve always had a difficult time fitting his entire cock in your mouth because he was not only long, he was also achingly thick. you can’t even wrap your fingers around his shaft and he would always only fit halfway through your mouth, but he didn’t care because after cumming down your throat, he’d immediately lay you on your back and devour your cunt again.

that’s why you were so fucking annoyed because you knew that you wanted to fuck each other, so what was stopping the both of you?

well, it was your stubbornness. you wanted kuroo to initiate the next step but he would always tease you. you’d think that after years of pining for you, he’d jump at the chance to fuck you, but no, he stayed a saint (if you disregard the moments he made you orgasm multiple times).

if there’s one thing you disliked about kuroo now, it was his immense self-control and penchant for teasing you, so after weeks of thinking, you decided to finally raise the white flag and surrender.

although, it wasn’t exactly a defeat because it meant that you were about to finally get your pussy fucked by your boyfriend’s big fat cock for the first time. maybe if–

“what are you thinking about, kitten?” kuroo interrupted your dirty train of thought. his usual bed hair was even messier from playing around with you and his plump lips formed into a pout because you stopped reacting to him a few minutes ago.

fuck. should i tell him? what if he thinks it’s too fast? but we’ve literally covered almost all of the bases– “nothing!” you said in a high-pitched voice, your brain short-circuiting from your ravaging thoughts. kuroo narrowed his hazel eyes at you, clearly aware that you were lying.

“tell me, kitten. i told you that you should never hesitate to tell me what you’re feeling, right?” he raised a dark eyebrow at you. you visibly gulped as your face flushed in embarrassment. never mind the fact that this man has already seen all of you, so acting like a virginal prude seems out of bounds now. well, technically i am still a virgin so–

you were broken out of your stupor when you felt kuroo shift above you. he was hovering over your body, with long legs at either side of your hips as he rose to all fours. his large and warm hands pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned over you until his lips were ghosting over yours. he licked his lips and you knew he did that on purpose so you could feel his tongue slightly swipe against yours.

your heart was beating fast as his clean and fresh scent invaded your senses. he smirked at you, cat eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. he could feel your pounding heartbeat and he hoped to the heavens that you couldn’t feel his own because he was just as excited and giddy about you as you are about him.

even after going through every year and life experience together, his heart and mind would never cease to be mesmerized by you. he knew you were endgame the moment you tripped over your own feet and fell to his chest in shoujo style. your friendship practically started from him teasing you about it, and soon enough you became best friends.

now he can finally call you his and you can call him yours. although in his mind he knew that he would forever be yours, even if you didn’t end up together, but that dejected thought vanished when the both of you crossed that bridge and finally came clean with your feelings for each other. he didn’t want to admit it, but every time he’d answer a chemistry homework, he’d smile like a fool and reminisce that fateful day in high school.

because of that chemistry homework, he could enjoy kissing you freely and shamelessly. he also now has the privilege to taste your pussy with his skilled tongue, and his favorite view in the whole world is probably watching your face twist in pleasure as you pull his hair, rocking your slick cunt on his face as you chase your orgasm. he especially loved it when you would beg him to stop but your hips would still move and your eyes would be pleading for him to go on until your pussy gets numb or until you squirt all over his face.

he wanted to fuck you badly, but he was just so patient and he loved torturing himself and you. he also wanted you to take the initiative, just like how he wanted you to confess first, and it wasn’t because he wanted to be chased (he kind of likes it though) but because you called the shots in the relationship. sure, he’s the one that makes you scream his name in pleasure but that’s because you want him to. he wants to hear it from your pretty lips, and he wants to hear you say that you want him to bury himself deep inside of you.

you two spent minutes looking at each other, studying each other’s features and with hearts beating to one rhythm until kuroo closed his eyes and leaned down to bridge the small gap between your lips.

your eyes fluttered shut, sighing into the warmth of his mouth as his tongue licked your lips. he tasted like strawberries and chocolate which made his kisses ten times sweeter. his fingers from your wrists went to your hands and weaved in between them. you kissed him with fervor until your clothes felt too hot on your heated skin.

he lifted his head, teeth nibbling your lower lip as he slowly pulled away. he stole another quick kiss before he rested his forehead on yours as he breathed deeply and smiled.

“i love kissing you, kitten. now do you want to tell me what’s on your mind?” he questioned you as he nuzzled his nose against yours, breathing in your scent deeply. you inhaled a big breath before bluntly telling him what you were thinking,. and truth be told, there was no other way that kuroo would accept your request because he’s a tease like that.

“i want you to fuck me, tetsurou.”

he froze, stopping himself from rubbing on you like a cat before he stretched his lips into a devilish grin and teased you.

“yeah? do you want me to fuck you right now?” he asked you, his honey eyes becoming sharper as he licked his lips. you nodded at him and he tutted at you, squeezing your fingers.

“use your words, kitten. i want to hear you say it,” he said in his deep and smoky voice.

“yes, tetsu. i want you to fuck me right now!” you whined as you lifted your hips to grind against his tenting pants. kuroo just smirked at you, grinding directly against your core making you moan.

“stop teasing me, tetsu. i need you,” you whimpered as you exposed your neck to him. he straddled your waist as he unlaced your fingers to remove his shirt from his lean body. you were just salivating at the sight before you, his abs flexing while he raised his thick arms.

you couldn’t stop yourself from tracing the lines of his abs with the tips of your fingers as he shuddered at your light touch, with his spine tingling at your soft caresses. he removed your hands and laced his own between them as he kissed you harder this time. you moaned at the onslaught of his mouth as your teeth and tongue clashed.

he pulled away from your lips and he made a path of kisses along your jaw down to the sensitive skin of your neck. you moaned as you rolled your hips when he sucked on the skin, leaving a purple bruise. he kissed it before he went to the other side of your neck to give it the same attention.

once he was satisfied with the marks he left on your neck, he let go of your hands and slowly lifted your shirt off your body with a certain reverence. his eyes sparkled as he traced your soft skin. he’s seen you naked countless times, but he’ll never get used to how beautiful and ethereal you look and he never fails to let you know either.

“you’re so beautiful, kitten. i will never get used to seeing you, my precious jewel,” he said softly, lips tracing every patch of skin that’s exposed to him. your heart soared and your face flushed at his praise. he looked at you like you were a goddess and him, the worshipper.

“no bra, kitten? were you planning this the whole time?” he raised a dark eyebrow, with eyes trained on your hardening nipples. he licked his lips and lowered his head to suck one into his watering mouth. you moaned at the sensation, as your fingers combed through his soft hair. he didn’t neglect the other one, pinching and rolling it between his long fingers. you pushed his head lower to your chest as the both of you rubbed on each other.

he was moaning into your breast, tongue swirling over the hardened peak as he sucked and licked. your panties were pooling with wetness, aroused by kuroo’s wet and hot mouth. you cried loudly when he simultaneously pinched and bit your nipples before lifting his head and staring at the swollen skin.

his hands slowly traveled down to your hips as your breathing increased in pace. he sure does love taking his sweet time, you grumbled in your head. you felt scrutinized by him, and it made you want to cover yourself up, but the way his hands were ghosting over your skin, touching you as if you were a delicate figurine, made you feel so desired underneath him.

he didn’t even seem to mind the growing bulge in his pants, as he was too focused and enamored by your figure. you used to feel uncomfortable at his silence during intimate moments like this, but you’ve come to realize that you always render him speechless every time you lay bare before him, and that made your ego huff in pride.

he removes your shorts and panties as his hands went lower. you lifted your hips to help him and he groaned at how the wet string from your pussy seemed to follow the path of your soon-to-be discarded bottoms.

due to your longing determination to tease him in return you raised your knees until your feet were flat on the bed and spread them until you felt your lower lips separate with a squelching sound. you softly moaned at the growing wetness in your pussy.

kuroo’s plump lips were parted as he let out a low groan while he stared at his favorite meal, tongue sliding out to wet his suddenly dry mouth as he rubbed your outer thighs.

“i’ve seen your cunt tons of times but it never fails to make me speechless, kitten. your pussy is as pretty as you, fuck,” he groaned as he reached out two slender fingers to slide along your weeping slit. you clenched at the sensation, letting out a low whimper when you saw kuroo lick his fingers and released them with a pop.

you moved to widen your legs more to give him space for his broad shoulders, but before even doing so he stopped you. you were about to question him until he shushed you with a finger to your lips.

“i want to try something new. figured if we’re going to finally fuck tonight, we might as well try a few more firsts, hm?” he teased you, honey eyes glinting with mischief which made your aching body shudder. the last time he said that, you ended up cumming so much that your legs wouldn’t stop shaking for five minutes.

you raised your eyebrow at him in question before he smirked at you. your breath hitched as he leaned down to your ear. “won’t you sit on my face, kitten? ride my tongue until all your juices cover my mouth and chin?” he whispered sensually, hot breath tickling your ear as he kissed it. you moaned softly as your ears burned from the barely-there kiss.

your body is brimming with sexual frustration, blood heating up at his request. for all the times he had his mouth on you, he never really asked to switch things up and you hadn’t either. you can’t deny that your pussy tingled from the idea of him offering to be under you like that.

“what do you say kitten? think you’re up for it?” he asked you again, lips grazing the side of your ear as his smoky voice left shivers in his wake. you moaned out a yes as he kissed you, slowly this time to savor the taste of your lips before he tastes your other set.

he pulled away and gently flipped both of your bodies until he was lying flat on his back with your naked cunt directly on top of his throbbing bulge, with breasts slightly swaying at the movement. you hissed at the heat emanating from there and couldn’t stop yourself from grinding on his clothed cock.

you both moaned at the stimulation, but he stopped your hips before you could cause any more friction. “not yet, kitten. i want to eat your pussy first,” he said as he let go of your hips to place his hands behind his head, the action causing his biceps to flex which made your pussy and mouth water even more. he let out a low laugh, clearly satisfied with your reaction.

“drag your pussy up to my chest, kitten. the only time i want you to lift yourself is when you’re positioned right over my face,” he ordered you, honey eyes turning to gold as he watched your breasts heave up and down, breath quickening.

you moaned at his lewd order, hands bracing on his chest to support your weight before you dragged your wet cunt all over his torso. the position of your arms made your tits bunch together and kuroo swore he started drooling. you started moving up his body and couldn’t stop the whimpers that came out of your mouth.

fuck, i could cum just by grinding on his abs alone, you thought. the way the ridges of his abs were dragging on your clit made you lightheaded. you definitely have to try grinding on his abs until you reach your orgasm sometime soon. “next time, kitten, but not now,” kuroo groaned as he felt your wetness trail over his torso, clearly knowing what you were thinking. he’d indulge you but that wasn’t his main focus as of right now.

you were gasping and whining when you reached the top of his chest, legs weak from the unprecedented stimulation on your clit. his arms were on his sides, ready to guide your thighs on either side of his face. you lifted yourself and hovered over his face, your face flushing from the new position.

you didn’t want to completely sit on his face for fear of him suffocating so you opted to hover instead and held onto the headboard for dear life. kuroo tutted in disapproval but he let it go because either way, he was going to do what he was good at and you’d end up dropping on his face, just like he wanted.

he stared at your dripping pussy while his thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs. his hot breaths were fanning your clenching hole as you shuddered and moaned. you could feel the ache in your thighs starting to build up from being in a squatting position but you were determined not to crush his skull.

“i’ll have you sitting on my face, kitten. hold me to that,” he promised you, voice laced with determination. that was the last thing he said before he kissed your pussy and licked a long and wet stripe from your slit to your pulsing bud.

you cried out and instinctively raised your body from the new feeling but his arms didn’t allow you to. he trapped your body in that position as he sucked your aching clit into his wet mouth. you looked into his eyes as you squeezed the headboard, breasts swaying from your sudden jerks.

“oh my god, tetsu! that’s so good!” you moaned loudly as his tongue drew figure eights around your bud. you could feel your legs starting to shake as his tongue lapped up at your clit. you swore you could feel his mouth stretch out into a smirk at your shattering resolve.

kuroo was taking his time. he wanted to see the exact moment your legs would give out and sit on his face so he could get to work. you were just being your stubborn self and he wanted to see you succumb to the pleasure he was giving you.

“keep licking my clit just like that, oh my god, yes–!” you moaned loudly, voice cracking as kuroo’s talented tongue swirled around your clit again and again. “oh yes, fuck! fuck don’t stop, don’t stop!” you whined, the words jumbling together as your legs were near giving out. you were still fighting it and kuroo decided that he was done letting you have your fun and it was time that he got down to business.

you screamed as kuroo’s mouth left your clit and plunged his tongue right into your sopping cunt, effectively making your legs crash and sit on his face. he groaned in pleasure at feeling you all over him. he ate you out with fervor, his nose rubbing your clit. your hands fell from the headboard and gripped his hair so you could grind on his tongue in your cunt.

“tetsu, fuck that’s so hot. i could feel your tongue so deep in my pussy, yesyesyes,” you threw your head back as you moaned out the last word as you rode his face. the more you rode his mouth, the louder his groans became, the more pleasure shot straight to your clit. you removed your hands from his hair and fisted the pillow on top of his head to give you more balance to ride his face.

kuroo took this opportunity to raise his arms to play with your nipples. your moans increased in volume and pitch as he tweaked and rolled the nipples in his fingers. the wet sounds of his tongue fucking your clit were making your spine tingle and body shake.

you didn’t care that you were fucking his face because your orgasm was so close. he didn’t seem to mind either because his groans increased in volume the more you used his face as a fucktoy. you raised your trembling arms to your sides as you leaned back, blissed-out face facing the ceiling as you rolled your hips around his tongue.

“i’m g-gonna cum, tetsu! fuck yes, fuck yes, i’m gonna cum, right there–!” you screamed as he pinched both of your nipples, hips moving on their own accord as you prolong your climax. you were whimpering and mumbling out nonsense as your hips slowed down, trying to catch your breath from that strong orgasm.

kuroo gently lifted you off his mouth, strings of your cum stretching out from his lips, and raised himself to lean against the headboard. he settled you on his lap over his throbbing cock as he inhaled loudly and deeply, trying to suck in as much air as he could. his swollen lips and chin were drenched in your juices. he licked as much as he could off of his face and wiped the rest with the back of his hand.

“you liked that kitten?” he asked you with a tilt to his head, midnight hair mussed up from your fingers. you scowled at him, knowing damn well you liked what he did if he made you cum that hard, he just wanted the validation.

he laughed at your reaction as he wrapped his long arms around your slightly shaking body and squeezed you. he buried his nose in your neck and nuzzled it. he was humming while planting soft kisses on the skin, teeth nipping it here and there.

how can he act like this when his cock is pulsing underneath me?

you weren’t satiated, not in the least. you wanted his cock in you and you were going to make it happen, never mind the fact that he has a monster cock. you don’t care how it’s going to happen but he’s going to fit.

you raised yourself on your knees and started pulling the string to his pants so you could free his aching cock. kuroo stopped you and you whined at him, rosy lips forming into a pout.

“i want your cock, tetsu, please. i need it to fill my pussy,” you whined at him, eyes begging for him to just put it in you. you squeezed his shoulders as you rubbed yourself on his clothed cock, your slick leaving a wet stain on his crotch. his large cock was straining against his pants, a sign that he too was burning to get inside of you.

he squeezed your hip as he tutted at you. “you need to be thoroughly prepped, kitten. i want you to be dripping everywhere before you take my cock, okay?” he said softly, warm lips meeting yours as his large fingers trailed down to reach your cunt, spreading your folds as he teased your slit with his middle finger.

you moaned into his mouth as he reached your clit, finger drawing slow circles around the aching bud while the rest of his fingers played with the wet strings that were falling out from your previous orgasm.

you moaned even louder when he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, the entrance of them making a squelching sound as your juices coated his fingers. he pumped them in and out while never leaving your lips, both of your moans mixing.

you squealed when he curled them, hitting your g-spot. he did all of that while his other hand played with your clit. your moans were being swallowed by his mouth, his tongue entwined with yours as you felt your spit mix with his.

the kiss was as messy as your pussy down there with your juices drenching his fingers. you felt his arm move faster as he pumped his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt. you pulled away from his mouth to moan into his shoulder and he took this moment to whisper in your ear.

“yeah, you really like this, huh? look how much mess you’re making, kitten. think you can take my cock after this, hm?” he asked you, tongue snaking out to lick your earlobe, his fingers scissoring inside your walls.

“yes, tetsu! i-i can take your cock, oh fuck, that feels so good!” you cried out, teeth slightly biting his shoulder.

“then cum for me,” he growled, fingers curling in that come hither motion as he pinched your clit. you screamed out your orgasm again, tears brimming in your eyes as your body shook from your second climax. kuroo softly kissed your lips as you tried to come down from your high.

he took his fingers out and brought them in between your faces while he stared at them in fascination. your cum was hanging in strings from his fingers as he placed them in his mouth and groaned at the taste. you moaned weakly watching him genuinely enjoy your juices. you watched him maintain eye contact with you while he sucked and lapped at his fingers for a minute before you started tugging on his pants again.

“eager, are we?” he teased you. you narrowed your eyes at him because he was just as eager as you. his hands were fumbling around his waistband, hips lifting so you could pull them down his legs.

your mouth watered as his thick cock bounced against his stomach. pre-cum was leaking from its swollen tip, you watched it roll down along the veins of his shaft, stopping at his balls.

he gripped it with one hand and squeezed it, groaning at the stimulation. he was so fucking long and thick that the stretch was most likely going to be uncomfortable, but you didn’t care, you’ve been so needy for his dick that you don’t care about it impaling you.

you situated yourself until you were hovering over his cockhead, lightly rubbing it against your wet slit, making the both of you moan at the new sensation.

“tell me to stop when it hurts, okay kitten? i want you to be as comfortable as possible,” he said softly, thumb slightly grazing your lips as he looked you in the eye.

“yes, tetsu,” you pecked his lips before you balanced yourself with one hand on his shoulder and gripped his cock with the other and stroked it a few times. he was breathing heavily and his hands were gently squeezing your hips.

you guided his cock at your hole and moaned when his tip entered your clenching walls. you lowered yourself onto his cock, your walls sucking him in, inch by inch.

“breathe, baby. fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice straining at your heat engulfing him. you were going so slowly due to his size and also because you wanted to feel every ridge on his cock around your walls.

“you’re so big, tetsu. i could feel your cock everywhere,” you moaned long and hard, nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders. he squeezed your hips in response, muscles tight with tension as he fought to pull you down on his lap.

you both cried out when you finally sheathed his entire cock in your pussy. the stretch felt uncomfortable but soon gave way to pleasure the more your cunt clenched and unclenched around him.

kuroo groaned at the feeling, his eyes silently begging you to move, or else he’d start jerking his hips and start drilling your pussy. you raised your trembling thighs off his lap, cunt dragging along his shaft until only his tip remained inside of you.

you mewled loudly as you dropped yourself on him, his cock making a squelching sound as he made contact with your wetness. “shit, kitten. you want my cock that much?” he moaned, lifting your hips again as he pulled you back down on his cock before he set up a rhythm. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved your body, moaning in his neck as the slapping of your skin on his ring in your ears.

“f-fuck t-tetsu! oh my god, your cock’s stretching my pussy–yes!” you bit your lip as you moaned from the pleasure. you raised your head to look at his face, his pink lips parted and breaths panting as he took control of your hips. your breasts were swaying with each thrust and you held on to them while kuroo groaned at your bouncing tits.

“i think about you fucking me all the time, tetsu,” you moaned breathily as you bounced up and down his cock, clit grinding against his pelvic bone. you rested your forehead on his shoulder with a loud moan as you felt every vein on his fat cock glide against your tight walls.

he threw his head back and moaned at your admission while he squeezed your hips. “yeah? tell me what you want me to do to your pussy,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up into your clenching hole. you cried, nails digging into his shoulders as his thick cock stretched you even further.

“i want you to wreck my pussy! cum in me so much that my pussy’s dripping in your cum!” you screamed as he thrust up into your cunt, cock hitting the entrance of your cervix.

“yeah? do you know how long i’ve wanted to fuck this pussy, kitten?” he growled as he flipped your bodies, with his thrusts increasing in speed now that he’s on top of you. he laced your fingers together as he delivered a hard thrust that had your pussy creaming even more around him.

“fuck, i can’t believe you’re taking all of me,” he moaned as he watched his cock disappear in your cunt. you moaned as your walls clenched even harder around him.

“your pretty little mouth can’t even fit my whole cock but your pussy is just sucking me in,” he groaned as he kissed you hard, tongue and teeth clashing against each other. his thrusts were so deep and fast that your tits were bouncing everywhere.

“f-faster t-tetsu! don’t stop please!” you begged him, legs wrapping around his waist as you closed the distance between your bodies, your hands squeezing his.

“i’m so close! oh my god yesyesyes i’m gonna cum–!” you screamed as the knot in your lower stomach uncoiled and you gushed all around him.

“your cunt is so good to me, kitten. fuck!” he moaned in your ear as he thrust one final time before his warm cum drenched your pussy. you were still moaning and whimpering when he stopped moving inside of you.

he raised his head and kissed your lips, this time with more passion. you couldn’t even move your lips with how tired you are so it was like kissing a statue, and he told you so.

“try getting fucked by a big fat cock and see if you can still move, dummy!” you breathed out. you laughed in each other’s lips, breaths mingling.

kuroo rolled over and laid down on his back, bringing you with him and laying your head down his heaving chest, where you could hear his racing heart. he smoothed out your sweaty hair and kissed the crown of your head as his thumb lazily stroked your hip. your heart was racing as fast as his while you traced small circles on his pecs. you kissed it softly and looked up at him and found that he was staring at you.

“i love you, kitten,” he said with a soft smile, honey eyes twinkling in the light of the room.

“i love you too, tetsurou,” you smiled back at him and reached up to peck his lips.

you laid your head down again and nuzzled it, eyes closing as your exhaustion finally caught up with you.

“hey, don’t fall asleep yet! i still have to clean you up!” kuroo exclaimed as he patted your cheek to keep you awake.

“ow! why did you pinch my nipple?!” kuroo pouted, whiny complaints falling from his mouth. you just laughed at him as you squeezed his cheeks in your hands.

he huffed and wrapped his arms around you, carrying you off the bed as he headed for the bathroom.

against your better judgement, round two commenced in the shower.

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Believer [Dark!Din Djarin x F!Reader] *SMUT*

Summary: After two months since your last encounter, The Mandalorian returns to confession. (Part two of Sinner)

Rating: 18+ only

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, religion kink, confession box blowjob, sex in a place of worship, unprotected p in v, female receiving oral, fingering, dark!Din, rough sex, hints of degradation, teasing, orgasm denial, arranged marriage mention.

Word Count: 3000>

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It had been two months since your encounter with The Mandalorian, and you hadn’t seen him since. Even after your father returned from Naboo, Din remained absent from attending mass. You were beginning to believe you might never see him again, and yet, you clung onto hope. It was all you had. When your father went to bed, you’d stay in the chapel late, hoping he’d come in again. It was exhausting. Surely The Mandalorian still had sins to confess. Your biggest fear was that he was deliberately trying to avoid you. He had this dark aura to him, and so if his only intention that night was to wreck your innocence, you wouldn’t be surprised. The truth is, you’d let him do it a million times over.

You missed him. You missed his gruff nature and his bluntness, and you missed the sound of his voice, with or without the modulator of his helmet. And ah-- his helmet-- the shiny silver beskar. You missed that too, although your encounter with Din had left you yearning to know more. You wonder what he looked like underneath the helmet. You remember the dark trail of hair that started at his navel and led down to the waistband of his underwear. From that alone, you’d made the judgement that he’s probably brunette. You wondered how well groomed he was, whether or not he opted to be clean shaven or don facial hair. But most importantly, you wondered about his eyes. You believed that the eyes were the most telling feature about a person, and that they could hold a thousand secrets. Could they be blue, or green, or perhaps even the most beautiful shade of honey brown?

It was a Sunday night, just shy off two a.m., and you let out a tired yawn. You were beginning to think he’d never show again, and that you were foolish for waiting up so late. You had visions of the Mandalorian waltzing back into the chapel and rescuing from this lifestyle. You had dreams of him whisking you away and showing you the galaxy. So, on this particular night, when Din returned, you weren’t even sure if he was really him.

You weren’t sure how long he had been standing there for, leaning against the confession box, watching you drift in and out of sleep as you curled up on the front pew. His beskar clad arms were folded across his chest and his head was tilted slightly. He was eerily quiet, and when your eyes finally met his (through his visor, at least), his presence was ghost-like.

“Tired?” The Mandalorian asked, his deep, modulated voice breaking the silence. Although it was less of a question and more of an acknowledgement. He was the first to speak, and of course it was a typical cocky remark. You didn’t even realise how much you’d missed that side to him; the rude and degrading side. That was how you knew it was really him. You’d been a good girl your entire life; your mind was simply not equipped to make this stuff up. “Did you miss me?”

You rubbed your eyes and stood up from your seat on the pew, taking a second to process his presence. Did you miss him? You’d been touching yourself to the memory of his cock every single night since your encounter, and he had the audacity to ask if you missed him? Of course, you’d never willingly admit to that. Especially not to him.

When you didn’t reply, he stalked over to the front pew, his broad shoulders looming over you.

“Went back to visiting brothels,” Din revealed, bringing his gloved hand to your neck and giving it a small squeeze. “But they just don’t do it like you.”

“We aren’t in the confession box, Mando.” you snapped back, and his grip around you tightened as he chuckled. You nervously diverted your gaze from his and he raised his hand so he could grab your chin. He tilted it upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“Well, I’m here to confess.”

As you walked Din back over to the box, you noticed your panties were already slick with arousal. You’d anticipated this moment for months, but of course, you weren’t inclined to give into him that easy. You were excited though, hoping and praying that this would turn into more than just a typical confession session.

“State your name for the records.” you sigh, following procedure as you shuffled down onto your chair.

“Din Djarin.”

The way he spoke his own name was just as beautiful as you had remembered.

“And why are you here today?” you asked.

There was a brief silence before you were met with the Mandalorian’s low, gravelly voice. He’d taken off his helmet.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

His request winded you. Blunt and straight to the point. Honestly? You should’ve seen it coming. The thought of him fucking your mouth sent you in a frenzy, and you found yourself fighting the urge to touch yourself right then and there.

“That’s your confession?” you gulped, your fingers fiddling with the royal blue velveteen curtain that separated you both from seeing one another. You sighed and shook your head. “We can’t…” you trailed off, and you hated the way the words tasted on your tongue. This was everything you had waited for and now you were denying him? “It was wrong of us to do in the first place and I— it’s going to take a lot for me to move past it.”

“Do you still think about it?” Din asked, and his question bore a lot of weight as he reminisced on the night you and him spent together.. Inside the confession box was cold, so much so that a shiver that ran down your spine.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said softly. “I’m… getting married in the Summer.” you revealed, almost shyly. Din felt his freeze over and heart sink into his chest. Married? So fast? When he made no comment, you explained further. You tried to sound enthusiastic and positive, but the words just died as they left your lips. “My father found a minister who preaches on Takodana. He’s a little older than I, and even trained as a monk for several years. I hear Takodana is beautiful. Have you been before?”

Din scoffed incredulously, but you weren’t sure if the noise that came from the back of his throat was answering your question, or if it just signified his response to everything you had just said. He couldn’t believe it. “Just like I told you the last time we met,” he hummed knowingly. “If you marry him, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

This wasn’t the first time he had given you attitude. And it wouldn’t be the last.

“And what do you suggest I do?” you spat back. You weren’t just going to let him stick around if he was only going to make you feel bad for your decisions and what he considered to be poor life choices.

Din laughed, and if there wasn’t a closed curtain between you both, you would have smacked him right then and there. “I suggest you do what I ask without all the backchat,” he growled. “I suggest you get on your knees, open your pretty mouth, and suck my cock.”

You wanted to argue. You so desperately wanted to argue with him until he was begging for you, but you had waited too long for this too. You were desperate to taste him.

“Stand up, take off your pants, you instructed, biting your lip as you heard his zipper go down.

Once he was ready, Din stood with his hands flat against the wooden wall of the confession box, and you peeled back the curtain. You fell to your knees and wrapped your hands around his thick length, already revelling in how hot and heavy it felt. Din’s eyes snapped shut as you pumped his manhood. He’d missed the feeling of your soft hands. You gathered his precum which was leaking from the pink tip and rubbed it along his shaft.

Teasingly, you pressed a delicate kiss to his weeping slit. The Mandalorian couldn’t help but buck his hips at the tender contact. “More.” he huffed, his once flat hands bunching into a fist when you press in another kiss. But this time, your kiss turns into a small kitten lick as you taste him on your tongue. And Maker, he tastes good.

“Stay still sweetheart.” you grumbled, and your voice sent a vibration straight through his core. Sweetheart? He huffed again.

He was fully and achingly hard now. You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking longingly. You removed your hands from his shaft and closed your eyes as you pushed down on him, trying to take his full, thick length in your virgin throat. It took about a minute for you to get fully adjusted, but the second you began to bob your head and suck him off, Din swore he was seeing stars. With every thrust of your mouth, you managed to push deeper and deeper until the curve of his nose was pressed against the soft tufts of brown hair just above his cock.

When you felt him twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close. You reached your hand through the dip in the curtain and began to cradle his balls, massaging them as his moans became louder and more guttural. As much as you wanted him to shoot his salty load down your throat, you knew that this might be the only chance you got to dominate your control over him. So, at the very last second before he could cum, you pulled off his cock with a ‘pop’.

He cursed out loud at the sudden loss of contact, and you wiped the trail of saliva mixed with precum from your lips. You could hear Din fussing from the otherside of the curtain and just as you were about to ask him what was he doing, his hand shot between the material as he passed you a piece of black cloth. Truly, it looked like he’d ripped a piece of his undershirt to craft it. When you took it from him, albeit hesitantly, his voice gave you instruction.

“Put it on,” he ordered. “Blindfold yourself.”

His voice had dropped an octave since you denied him of his orgasm.

Nevertheless, you obliged, wrapping the material around your eyes so you couldn’t see a thing. “Done.”

Din came out from the confession box and opened the door to your side, carefully guiding you out and walking you over to the candlelit altar.

“Lie down.” he told you gruffly.

It was hard to make a judgement in regards to where exactly in the chapel you were, but for some reason, you felt as though you could trust him. He pushed you back down to your knees and you felt the soft carpet beneath you.

Your pussy was dripping wet at this point, desperate for some kind of relief. In one swift motion, Din ripped your robe from you and you felt the material tear. He threw the garments to the floor and immediately latched his mouth to your breast. His tongue swirled around the hardening bud of your nipple and with his free hand, he began to caress and squeeze the breast that wasn’t receiving the attention of his lips. He palmed at the soft flesh and revelled in the way your moans escaped from your lips. He trailed his late hand down your stomach and stopped when he hit the hem of your panties. Din pulled off you and swapped over, this time sucking your other breast, even nibbling this time with his teeth. He lowered his hand and began to rub you through the thin white material of your underwear.

You felt him chuckle darkly against your chest as he felt just how wet you were. It was all for him, and he’d barely even touched you yet. He swirled his index finger over your clit and even through the cotton, the sensation was indescribable. You wanted nothing more than for him to rip off your panties the same way he’d ripped off your robes.

Din drew back from you and held you by your shoulders, slowly pushing you down so you were laying on your back with your legs spread open for him. He began to tug at your waistband and you lifted your ass up so he could pull down your panties.

He tossed them by your robes and parted your legs once more. He admired the way your cunt looked under the glowing amber candlelight, the way your juices sparkled like they were asking to be ravished by him.

“So pretty.” Din praised.

Din couldn’t contain himself any longer. He latched his tongue against your clit and began sucking profusely. That’s when you realised one of the questions you’d been dwelling on for the past two months had been answered. He definitely had facial hair. The roughness of his stubble grazing the softness of your cunt felt phenomenal. Every now and again, he’d pull back and separate your folds with his fingers, focusing his erratic tongue on your exposed sweet spot. He’d lap you up like a starved man, moaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

Just when you thought you wouldn’t be able to take it anymore, Din plunged two fingers deep inside of you without warning. You let out a yelp and arched your back as he tongue fucked you even faster. You grew impossibly wetter and he began to stretch you out, prepping you for his thick cock.

He pushed one orgasm out of you first though, and left you shaking and twitching and struggling to regain your breath as you squirmed around on the floor, completely at his demand. Before you could even come down from your thigh, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust his cock inside of you.

“Oh— oh fuck, I’ve missed this.” he groaned, tossing his head back as pleasure ran through his veins. Tears pricked your eyes, not that Din would’ve known, since you were blindfolded and all. He set a rough and ruthless pace, his hips snapping into yours as he got drunk on the feeling of your perfect walls clamping around him. “‘Missed this.. mi— missed you.”

You chanted his name over and over again like it was the sweetest prayer to ever leave your lips.

“Oh f—fuck Din,” you gasped, your fingernails digging into the muscles of his back. “Feels so good.”

He couldn’t believe how wet and tight you were. You locked your legs around his ass, signalling for him to keep going. Din looked down at you, revelling in the way you were gasping beneath him. In that moment, he wished he could remove the blindfold from you and look into your beautiful eyes as he fucked you senseless. His gaze dropped down to your pretty, soft lips, and he had to fight the urge to kiss you.

Din groaned when he increased his speed and their bodies made the most unadulterated wet sounds as skin slapped skin. Your toes curled as you felt another orgasm bubble up inside the pit of your tummy. Din was close too, in fact-- he’d been holding back this entire time. His breathing became laboured and with one final thrust, The Mandalorian let out a strangled cry, his body seizing up as he came. You felt his manhood throb inside of you, the pulsations pushing you over the edge as you clenched around him, tight like a vice.

Din stayed hovering over you as you both came down from your high, and he waited until his cock softened before pulling out of you and rolling over and laying next to you.

You shuffled into his warm chest and he wrapped his strong arms around you. The silence between you both was comfortable, as it always had been. The dynamic between you both felt so natural, despite both of you heeding very different personalities.

Once again, Din was the first to speak.

“Leave, right now, with me.” He whispered, cradling your naked body as it warmed by the candlelight.

“I can’t.” you replied sadly, blinking away the unshed tears that glazed your sparkling eyes. You wished you could. You wished there was a way around all of this, where you didn’t have to stay and marry the Takodanian preacher, but everything had already been planned. And your father, the grand bishop, would never approve.

“I’ve been on the run my whole life,” Din revealed, shifting his weight slightly. His strong arms tightened around you and his fingers traced comforting circles on your tummy. You nuzzled your head into his chest and relished his scent, knowing that this might well be the last time you see The Mandalorian. “I’ve seen the entire galaxy. Takodana is beautiful. I do think you’ll like it…” Din paused. “But I think you’ll like spending time with me even more.”

At one point, you might have laughed at his arrogance, but in the softness of the moment, you realised, he was right. You didn’t want to leave Din and get married to a complete stranger. You just didn’t want to leave Din.

“What can you offer me?” you asked the Mandalorian after a pause. You wouldn’t ask for much. You had grown up in a very minimalistic household after the grand bishop renounced all his material possessions. The question was more so rhetoric.

Din leaned into you, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

“Freedom.”

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2goth2moth · 3 years

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What Kind of Fun do Vampires Have? (M!Vampire x M!Reader, NSFW)

Pretty sure that “willing blood bag for colony of vampires” is my new dream job. This is probably going to turn into a series, let me know if you’d be interested in me uploading versions with an AFAB reader :)

Word Count: 2436

Includes: Blood, biting, consensual aphrodisiac (kind of), coming untouched, mild d/s overtones

Every second that you spent standing in front of the old building was another second you questioned your decision to come at all. It loomed, dark and imposing in the dusk, looking like the kind of place that would take a great deal of joy in eating up a person like you. You had gone looking for the mysterious building because of a rumour and an address handed to you by your friend, a piece of paper slipped into your hand with a wink and a quip about your “taste in lovers”. As if she had any room to judge…

But the rumours were about an entire vampire colony, and you just couldn’t help but be intrigued. Historically, vampires tended to be solitary creatures and actively hunted for their prey (and some still did), but modern colonies were said to actually keep humans in their fold, like employees.

Or pets, your brain supplied.

A shiver went through you. It was impossible to deny that the thought was appealing. Now that you were here, though, you were starting to second-guess yourself, no matter how much the idea of being kept by a vampire colony set your nerve endings buzzing.

“Looking for something, pretty boy?”

A silky voice sent you nearly jumping out of your skin. You whipped around to find its source, heart thumping in your chest. Behind you, a young man dressed in a dark green shirt leaned against a tree. He pushed off the trunk and started making his way towards you, each movement steeped in easy, confident grace.

“H-hello,” you said shakily.

“Hi,” the young man replied, voice tinged with humour. He stopped a pace away from you and smiled, a charming thing made of slightly crinkling eyes and very nicely shaped lips. “Looking for something?”

“Um...yes? I was told...I heard about a vampire colony. They live here?”

The young man’s eyes widened a touch. “Looking for a colony? You don’t look like the type to hunt monsters.”

“I’m not. I’m here for...a different reason.” Your face heated, almost embarrassed by the implication.

The young man raised a well-groomed eyebrow. “‘A different reason’? And what might that be?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you grumbled.

“You don’t?” he asked. He stepped closer to you, so close that you could see each one of his fine, dark eyelashes. His lips split into a grin. Long fangs, pure white and wickedly sharp, snapped down over his teeth. “How about now?”

Your mouth went dry. “Umm…”

The young man-- the vampire-- chuckled quietly and stepped even closer, now almost chest-to-chest, and ran his pointer finger along the neckline of your sweater. You tried to look anywhere except for those gorgeous fangs in that very nice mouth, focusing instead on the small golden buttons on his shirt. They contrasted nicely with the bottle green fabric, and the first two were undone, exposing the very top of his chest. You absently thought that it was a good place to focus.

“My name is Sana, pretty boy.” His voice snapped you back to attention. “Are you going to stand out here all day, or do you want to come inside?”

“Come-- can I come in?”

He smirked at you. With practiced ease he hooked his finger into your collar and led you into the imposing building. He walked you through the doors, and into a room with a plush couch. He rounded on you, stepping close again. You swore you could feel his chest brushing up against yours through your clothes.

“Now, what’s this ‘different reason’ you’re looking for vampires?” He asked, voice saccharine-sweet and dripping with innocence. “You said you weren’t a hunter, but I can’t possibly think of why you would come looking for a colony.”

It couldn’t be more obvious that he was teasing you, that he wanted to make you spell out why you were there.

You pushed through the embarrassment of having to explain. “I, um...my friend told me about this...your colony. And I know the rumours about how…”

“How we keep human members?”

The way he cut you off in such a matter-of-fact way made you snap your mouth shut.

“Uh, yes?” You stammered, feeling your face heat up. “And I wanted...well, I was wondering if you needed a new...human.”

A little overwhelmed by having to admit it out loud, your eyes dropped away from Sana’s and back to the inches of skin exposed by his open buttons. It was still a very good place to look. A hand, shockingly cold in the already cool room, gently grasped your chin and tilted it up, forcing your eyes to meet his again.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles into your skin. “And you wanted to…’apply for the position’?”

You nodded.

Sana smiled sweetly, and turned your head back and forth with that same tender grip, looking at you with an appraising gaze. He made a quiet noise of approval. “I know that I wouldn’t be opposed to having a pretty little thing like you around the house, and I’d be shocked if anyone else would complain about it.”

A whimper threatened to escape from your mouth at that.

“But I’m the only one here right now. And it’s very rude to take on a human without the whole colony wanting them.”

Your heart dropped. “O-oh. Okay, I can leave then. Sorry to intrude…”

“Hey.” The hold on your chin tightened. “Who said anything about you leaving?” Sana stepped towards you, making you back up until the back of your knees hit the beautiful couch you had noticed earlier. His hands, firm and steady against you, guided you to sit down. He settled down next to you. “I can’t decide that you’re our human all by myself, but there’s no rules about us having a little fun while we wait for everyone to get back.”

He let himself drift closer to you, and you could feel his cold presence raise goosebumps on your skin.

“What kind of ''fun”?” You asked.

“I’m a vampire. What kind do you think?”

Those beautiful fangs flashed across your mind again. “If you want to bite me...I’d like that too.” The awkward wording sent embarrassment through you, and you dropped your gaze again.

Sana laughed, the sound clear and sweet. “I’m glad that you’d like it too.” He shifted even closer, and his voice dipped sharply, suddenly low and sultry. “Because it’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

His cold breath fanned out over your neck. You groaned under your breath, lifting your chin to expose more of the warm skin for the vampire to nose up against. The tip of a tongue flickered over your jugular. The trail of saliva tingled slightly, sending sparks into your fingertips. A thought crossed your mind. “Sana?” A quiet hum into your neck was his only response. “Is your spit an aphrodisiac?”

He pulled back from you, a thumb replacing the tongue rubbing over the side of your throat. “Kind of,” he said. “It numbs down pain and heightens pleasure, but it doesn’t mess with your head. And it doesn’t absorb through skin.” A slow drag of the pad of his thumb sent a shiver rippling down your spine. “Do you still want this?”

There was no question in your mind. “Absolutely.”

A soft kiss was pressed to the column of your throat before those fangs sunk deep into your neck. Even though you had been prepared for it, the sudden pain of it made you gasp. It lanced through you sharply before slowly melting into a gentle warmth. The feeling was comforting as it thrummed through your veins. You couldn’t help but sigh and lean closer to Sana. He worked his fangs a little deeper, and sucked lightly.

“Ahh.”

The moan slipped out of your mouth unbidden. The barely-there suction felt unbelievably good, and you pushed even closer to Sana. He smirked against your skin. His hand-- skin still cold to the touch-- came up to cradle your face, tugging your head backwards to expose even more of your neck. The touch made you moan again, and you could feel your cock start to harden, pleasure coiling deep in your stomach. The grip on your throat loosened and his fangs slid out of you. Something warm and wet-- probably blood, maybe spit-- dripped down before Sana’s tongue darted out to lick it up. The flicker and drag of the tongue against your skin pulled more quiet sounds of pleasure out of you. The hand not occupied with holding your head in place crept down to grasp at your hip. The chill seeped through your clothing, and the pressure made your hips buck involuntarily. A dull throb settled in around the still-bleeding bite.

“Are you okay, darling?” Sana crooned to you.

That sinful tongue ran over the shell of your ear before his mouth lowered to suck lightly on the wound again.

“It just feels so good.” Your chest was starting to heave with heavy breaths. Every touch on your skin felt electric, like a livewire connected to each of your nerves.

“I told you it would.”

The hand that was holding onto your head tightened suddenly and pushed you to the other side. He licked his bloodstained lips before lowering his mouth to the unmarked side of your neck. Lips, warmed to room temperature by your skin, just barely ghosted over you, raising goosebumps in their wake and sending more heat pooling in your gut.

Your moans were breathy and muffled as you bit down hard on your lip, trying to be as quiet as possible. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this."

“Is it too much?” Sana asked, pulling away a little bit. The loss of contact made you whine and arch towards him.

“N-no,” you groaned, “I just don't think I’m going to...last much longer.”

The hand that had been gripping your hip trailed up to slip under the hem of your shirt. His fingers stroked teasing circles into your abdomen, tightening the pleasurable coil in your belly. “I didn’t expect you to.”

You didn’t have time to react before he once again sunk his teeth into your undamaged flesh, lovely mouth finding its place right where your neck met your shoulder. The pain was almost nonexistent, just sharp, deep-seated, irresistible pleasure. Sana’s soft lips suckled on your skin with hellish gentleness, pulling blood from the wound around his fangs. Your hips bucked up again, thrusting into nothing, trying desperately to get some friction against your cock. He unclamped his jaw from your shoulder, fangs slipping free. Warm blood flowed down from the bite, catching briefly at the base of your throat before sliding further down and touching your shirt. A delicate, cool finger hooked into your collar and pulled it down before it could get more stained. His tongue chased the blood back to its source, lapping it up with intoxicating deftness. Each stroke left a trail of chilled spit over your skin, cooling even further in the air of the room. Choked-out noises of ecstasy fell from your lips with every slick drag. You wriggled about, trying to twist far enough to get Sana’s leg between yours, so riled up that you would happily hump yourself to completion on the thigh of a vampire you just met. It was a hopeless pursuit, his hand returning to your hip to keep you pinned to the couch with superhuman strength. His thumb stroked the crease between your hip and thigh as his mouth went back to sucking on your neck.

“Please…” you began begging. Your hips were stuttering up into the air and your gut tightened even more.

Sana’s lips disconnected from your throat. He kissed the wound and then the soft skin behind your ear. You were practically drooling at this point, your hips twitching constantly into the air. All of the feelings were getting so overwhelming that you felt the slightest push in any direction would make you completely unravel. The hand that still pulled your head back tightened, fingertips digging into your skin. The one at your hip began stroking the area through your clothes, straying up under your shirt, drawing torturous loops over the side of your stomach. His mouth landed over his bite once more and he sucked hard on your neck. You could feel the moment when that lovely tongue flicked out of his mouth and swirled over your heated skin.

The coil snapped.

You arched violently off of the couch as you climaxed with a broken, sobbing cry. Waves of impossible pleasure washed over you as you came in your pants, completely and utterly untouched. The world went fuzzy around you, warmth and ecstasy still coursing through your veins. All you could feel was the world around you melting into a syrupy haze in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm.

Something icy-cold touched your lips, and a sweet and tangy liquid was poured into your mouth. Orange juice. You noticed a hand cradling your head, and a gentle voice speaking quietly.

“Drink this, darling. You just lost a lot of fluid.”

You opened your eyes slowly, and saw Sana sitting next to you, holding a bottle of juice to your lips. The corners of his mouth were stained red with your blood, and his skin had taken on a warm, flushed appearance that you hadn’t even noticed it was lacking.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He asked with a voice drenched in fondness.

Taking the bottle from him, you took a few more gulps, steadily feeling much less wrung-out, though the wonderful afterglow remained. “Mmmm, it was amazing.”

Soft fingertips smoothed over the bite marks on your neck. “Are you in any pain right now?”

“None. It still feels so good.”

He chuckled, moving forward to kiss your cheek. “It will for a bit longer. They’ll heal fast, probably by tomorrow, but you’ll feel pretty achy and bruised in a few hours. I won’t need to feed for a week at least, but you shouldn’t let anyone else feed from you until the bites are healed.” He absentmindedly rubbed a finger along your earlobe. “That is assuming that you’re still interested in staying to meet the rest of the colony?”

Draining the orange juice, you put the bottle down on the floor and leaned into his touch. “Of course I am.” The statement was simple and to the point, disarming in its honesty.

The smile he gave you was pink at the edges and could have outshone the sun.

#exophilia #terato #monster lover #monster fucker #tw blood #tw aphrodisiacs #enthusiastic consent #monster x human #vampire boyfriend #smut #nsft #minors do not interact #terfs dont fucking touch #bigots dni

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kass-storycorner · 3 years

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I really loved your ghost fic with Xiao. But it left me curious to have a second part in which they finally find the way to communicate. Whenever is just to say goodbye and having reader going to the afterlife or getting stuck there forever in an eternal solitary pseudo-company together is up to you, I just want to see them talk 😭

awww, thank you! I'm so glad you loved it (though I am sorry for the sad feelings haha). And I was really struggling to find a way to end that orginal story in the beginning, which is the reason why it ended that way oops. Well, now here is the follow up for it. Compared to the small bit I wrote for Xiao... I mean not even compared to it, this is the longest fic I've posted on here so far? Ah, well. I just had so much fun with it.

Idea/Prompt: a follow up to Xiaos part in this post

Genre: a bit of Angst and Hurt, more comforting than the first part, but if the ending is a happy one is up to you!

Characters: Xiao (Zhongli as side character, mention of Hu Tao, Verr Goldot, a new character I made up that did not get a name)

Format: Text

Word count: 5593

Content warning: mentions of blood, spoiler-y for the second act of Zhonglis story quest and the same spoilers warnings as for the OG post! this is not proof read, I started writing this at midnight and its 5am now ahha fml

The Ghost of you Part II. - To the end

yes we are keeping the mcr names

“Xiao”, he felt an uneasiness in his body upon hearing his name. Where was he? Looking around, Xiao saw he stood in a field of flowers. When did he come here? He had no recollection of it at all. Confused he furrows is brows, worry filling his heart and then- “Xiao.” There it was again, that voice calling out to him. Speaking his name softly, voice filled with affection. Where did it came from? He walked around the field, no end of it in sight, looking for that voice calling out to him. The longer he searched for it, the more his heart was filled with dread. “Xiao.” This time the voice came from behind him and when he turned around, he saw you, holding your hand out to him and smiling. “(Y/N)”, Xiao looked at you in disbelief. Was it really you standing in front of him? Your laugh pulled him out of his trance. “Xiao, why are you standing there like a pillar? Come, take my hand,” and at that you wiggled it a bit, signalling him that you're waiting for him to take it. “(Y/N),” Xiao repeated, standing still and looking at your hand, then to you. “What are you doing here?”. Again, you laughed as if what he said was the silliest thing you ever heard. “What do you mean by that? Xiao,” you shook your head and then you shoot him a bright, warm smile. “You wanted to come here, remember? Now come, take my hand and dance with me before the music stops.” Dance? Music? At first Xiao did not understand what you meant, but then he heard it. In the distance, the low sounds of a flute, a sweet melody that sounded strange but all too familiar. “Xiao”, he heard you whisper his name, speaking so gently. Slowly, he was still a bit hesitant, he reached out for your hand, taking it in his. A smile came across your face at the touch of your hands. With a swift motion Xiao was pulled into your arms, you both at first staying still in that embrace. “Xiao, lets dance, okay?”. With that you both started to waltz around the field, Xiao not knowing how he knew to dance like this, but somehow, he did. The dread that started to spread in his chest earlier was now gone, replaced by the feeling of love he felt for you. Still, there was something tugging at his mind, telling him something was amiss here. It felt familiar, yes. However, it also seemed to be strange to him at the same time. Though Xiao tried to push the nagging feeling away, wanting only to enjoy this pleasant moment with you. Which is why he at first didn’t notice how the sky darkened above them nor that the music had stopped a while ago. As you both stopped to dance, still holding each other in your arms, he heard you call out to him again. “Xiao”, the sound of your voice was filled with pain and when he looked at you in his arms the light behind your eyes was gone, your face stiff and emotionless. At the sight of your dead eyes, he wanted to part from the embrace, but he couldn’t let you go. Xiao saw the blood, saw the bruises and suddenly he was on his knees again, you are laying in his arms. He wanted to cry, wanted to say your name but he couldn’t. It was as if there was no air to breath so he could speak. And then – “Xiao.” His name. “Xiao.” Again. “Xiao.” Over and over again he heard how his name was spoken, but with every whisper of his name the voice became more distorted, louder. Until he cowered in pain at the sound of it, wanting it to stop, wishing for it to stop. “Xiao”.

With that Xiao woke up, his body covered in cold sweat and his breathing erratic. Another nightmare of you, another nightmare of something he wished the both of you could’ve done but never did – because of his shortcomings. Xiao sat atop of a rock, looking over the forest in which your ghost continued to wander aimlessly around. He had been watching you for a few weeks now, trying to figure out what kept you here and how he could help you. However, Xiao was clueless at what could be the cause of this. It was clear to him now that he couldn’t help you, he needed to find someone who could. Looking down at the forest, seeing your ghost wander around between the trees, he softly whispered. “I will be back soon, I won’t leave you again for long, I promise.” There weren’t many people Xiao could ask for help. Back when you were alive Xiao wasn’t the most social, wanting to keep his distance from humans. After you died this habit of his, avoiding others, only worsened. So, the only person Xiao could think of to ask for help in this matter was the same who saved him from his servitude as a bloodhound. Zhongli spend most of the last hundred years among the people of Liyue, but for a few decades now he lived in a remote house. It was now the door of said house Xiao knocked on, knowing that although he could easily enter the house, Zhongli preferred it for him to knock. “Ah, Xiao, it is nice to see you,” Zhongli greeted the adeptus. As Xiao entered the house and followed the tall man into his kitchen, it was a standard practice of Zhongli to drink a tea with anyone who visited, he couldn’t stop to notice that the notebooks scattered around the house grew in number. “So,” Zhongli began his question, “what brings you here? From your troubled look I can tell you didn’t come for the tea or my company.” With that Xiao didn’t waste any time on more formalities, explaining his predicament to the former Geo-Archon. “Mmmh, I see,” he replied, taking a sip from his cup. “I fear I might not be much of help in this case, although I have some knowledge on the topic of the human afterlife, I can’t think of a solution to this. However, it might be best to go ask Hu Tao on advice, as she is way more… let’s say, perceptive when it comes to the dead.” How bothersome, Xiao thought at the mention of Hu Tao. “Zhongli, Hu Tao is long dead”, was all Xiao could say. It happened more frequently now that Zhongli seemed to forget things, small ones but also important pieces of information and this filled Xiao with unease. He didn’t like it that the erosion of Zhongli already was set in motion, thinking about that one-day Xiao might have to face him in battle should he lose all sense of self and sanity. Neither did Zhongli enjoy slowly losing his memories of the past – although he wrote down as much as possible, it bothered him that he had to even rely on his notebooks. “Ah,” Zhongli replied, setting his cup down on the table and with a troubled look, “I seem to have forgotten something again. Would you please help my memory, when did this happen?” “One thousand years might have already passed,” Xiao saw how much it stirred Zhongli up that he had forgotten the passing of a friend. “She had a good life, right? I’m sorry for asking, but I somehow can’t seem to remember much about her later life.” “Yes,” Xiao answered, thinking about the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. There weren’t many humans he tolerated or even enjoyed being around, but Hu Tao was one Xiao always was fond of. She was also the one at the Parlor that day you died, when Xiao came in with your dead body in his arms, he hoped he might find Zhongli maybe he could do something about it, but… Xiao knew there was nothing anyone could do. Hu Tao understood his pain, without a word she showed him where to put your body and prepared your funeral, without even asking for a single Mora. “Then, “Zhongli pulled Xiao out of his thoughts, “maybe you might find help with the new Director, her family always had some knowledge about that human afterlife that’s even a mystery to me.” With that

Xiao said his goodbye to Zhongli and made his way to Liyue. The city of Liyue changed over the last thousand years a lot, but the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was still one of the constants in the city. Xiao couldn’t remember the last time he visited the city, though it must have been a few hundred years ago for sure. He just never really liked it and since, what the humans called a ‘industrial revolution’, the city was even more crowded and overwhelming for Xiao. “Welcome to the Wangshen Funeral Parlor, how may I help you?”, a young person greeted Xiao as he set foot into the building. At the enthusiastic way the person greeted him as he entered a funeral home, Xiao was sure this was one of Hu Taos descendants. He barley could imagine anyone else be so happy surrounded by death. “Are you the director?”, Xiao asked in his usual stern voice. “The 107th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, yep that’s me!” “I may need your assistance.” “Wonderful, I’m always happy to help- oh well, not happy as I am happy for your loss, my condolences by the way, but in happy as I am happy that I can be of help. So, what do you need help with? We have some wonderful new coffins out of a wonderful wood, really they are also very comfortable, not that comfort is that important for someone who’s dead, but I thought it might be also of interest to say that they are really comfort-“, ah yes, Xiao thought, definitely related to Hu Tao. “I don’t need a coffin”, he interrupted the young director. “Oh, um… what can I help with then?”, they asked and then Xiao explained everything to them. At first, he wasn’t sure of the director would be of help, most humans have long forgotten the existence of the gods and adepti, as most of them died or lived a life among humanity, but sure enough the director did turn out to be well versed with the forgotten knowledge of the world. “So, you say the ghost is just roaming around those woods? Nothing else happens?”, the director asked, sitting in their chair in the back office of the Parlor, and they had their hand on their chin, looking like they were thinking about something “Will you be of help now or why do you keep repeating the same useless questions?”, Xiao became a bit impatient now. He just needed to know if someone was able to help you. Without even answering the question the director stood up from the chair and walked towards a bookshelf, pulling a big and old looking book out and opening it up on the table. “Mmmh, from what you’ve described it seems to be nothing to grave, they don’t seem to have become an evil spirit just yet, moreover it seems like they are just one who got lost, though it is surprising that after such a long time the spirit didn’t just turned into something malicious. Normally for most human ghosts it takes a few hundred years until they go insane and well, you know all too well what then happens with an evil spirt I guess.” Xiao was aware what happened to the evils in the world, because it was mostly him. Though he didn’t like to think about it what it would have meant if you- no, he didn’t even want to finish that thought. “How do I help them?”, he didn’t care about any of the other information, he just wanted to find a way to help you. The director pointed at a passage in the book in front of them and continued. “What we have to do is easy if you think about it, I just need something that belonged to the deceased they held dear, a few materials like Qingxin flowers, around twenty should be enough, and the next part is more tricky if you don’t know the deceased that well, which shouldn’t be a problem here, but we need to, well you need to, speak some words that you know are important to them. A story or something like that, sometimes even the voice of a loved one is enough to help to guide the spirits back. Though I will definitely have to accompany that spirit to the border, just to make sure it won’t happen again, you know getting lost, because I can’t guarantee this method will help a second time.” Xiao was quiet. Something that belonged to them, when the director said

those words, his hand immediately flew up to the necklace with the small pendant he wore. Xiao wasn’t the most adept with words, he rather enjoyed listening to what you had to say to him most of the time. He enjoyed the sound of your voice; it was so much more pleasant than his own. One day, Xiao still remembers it so well, your voice said something he did not expect for you to say. “Xiao, I love you.” It took him by surprise, standing on the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, watching the night sky… he suspected that you liked him that way, he did too. Oh, but how he hoped that you wouldn’t say anything about it, like he planned too. Your openness scared him. The idea of being loved scared him, for what was there to love about him? He didn’t want to be a burden to you, his karmic debt, his burden – he feared it would all just make you hate him one day if he let you see it all. That night, after you said these words, Xiao disappeared without a word from your sight. He wasn’t far away, but he wished back then that he teleported out of his hearing range. The sobs that came from you after his departure broke Xiaos heart. After this he avoided you, which wasn’t too hard because you did the same thing too. But with every day that passed when Xiao didn’t see you, hear your voice, his heart grew heavier. Asking himself if he really did do the right thing. Verr Goldet approached Xiao a few weeks after your confession, inquiring why now you didn’t come to the Inn anymore. Xiao did not answer her question, but Verr was a smart woman and at the look in his eyes she understood. “Don’t give up someone you love, only because you are scared of the love you both feel for each other, Xiao”, was all she said. This was the final push for Xiao to finally get over himself and embrace the feelings he felt for you. He didn’t know anymore where the idea came from, but he decided to gift you a handmade necklace along side his confession. Xiao was scared that it might be too late for telling you that he felt the same. However, he knew he had to do it and he wanted to give you something that showed you how he felt too. So Xiao collected the material all around from Liyue, creating a metal necklace and using a small piece of Cor Lapis, your favourite you told him once, as the pendant. With that he looked for you, finding you sitting in the middle of a flower field. “(Y/N)”, he said, stopping himself from continuing when he saw how you jumped at your own name. “Xiao! You scared me!”, you quickly stood up and turned around to him. Xiao wasn’t the most adept with words, he enjoyed listening to you – but you stayed quiet after facing him and you kept quiet when Xiao came closer. “I-“, he began, but unable to speak the words he so wished you to hear from him. Instead, he took your hand and put the necklace in it. “I- I made you this,” was all he could say, feeling how fast his heart pounced in his chest. The look in your eyes, Xiao saw the love you felt for him in them. “Xiao, I-“, he saw how you viewed the necklace in your hand, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes. Before you were able to finish the sentence or let the tears fall down, Xiao took your face in his hands and kissed you. Yes, he wasn’t the most adept with words, but he learned that he could show you how much he loved you in other ways.

From that day on you wore that necklace every single day, never taking it off since Xiao but it on you after the shared kiss. You joked that it was a physical representation of your love for each other, though Xiao felt like you actually meant it. And somehow it really was. Xiao remembered how that necklace was still around you neck when he took your body to Hu Tao, he remembered that it was covered with your blood. He didn’t even think about taking it off you. It was Hu Tao who gave him that necklace after your burial and since then he hadn’t taken it off. It was the last thing he had of you, the last reminder of your love for each other and every night after your death, when he cowered in pain because of his karmic debt, the cool touch of the stone on his skin helps him to stay sane. Just like the flute he heard even long before he met you.

When Xiao and the director arrived at the forest, they collected the flowers on their way, he could see your ghost again. Walking around, calling for him. His heart breaks every time he had to witness your suffering. “Okay, we have the flowers… do you have something that belonged to them with you, Xiao?”, the director asked, and Xiao shifted his focus from you to them. Slowly he took the necklace off, feeling somehow so vulnerable without it, and gave it to the director. “You know where they start their walk and end it right?”. Yes, Xiao knew that. He had watched over your ghost for the past couple of weeks and noticed that you were walking in circles, without even knowing so it seemed, starting from the place you died and ending up there again. Although your body was buried in another part of Liyue and already long gone, taken back by nature, you stayed here. Where you died. Xiao wished he had come here earlier. Together with the director Xiao made his way to the place where your life ended and your endless suffering in a sort of limbo started, laying down the flowers and the necklace. “And how is that supposed to help them now?”, he asked, not sure how any of this will work. “Like I said, we put down something that belonged to them and was important because they will gravitate to the feelings still connected with that object. The flowers are helping, because they built a bridge between the living realm and what state they are in. Now we just need some words that they have a connection with, in the past it used to be certain prayers because people kept using them a lot, but you know it honestly doesn’t matter what you say, it just needs to be connected to them in some way. Maybe their favourite story or a lullaby, there are many possibilities.” “A lullaby, huh,” this was something Xiao hadn’t thought about in a long time. “Xiao, are you alright?”, he heard your voice from across the dark room. It was the middle of the night, normally he would be out killing monsters, but for tonight you were able to make him sleep with you. When you found out that he never sleeps you were shocked, though he tried to calm you saying that an adeptus didn’t need to sleep. “Maybe you don’t need to,” you told him with a stern look, hands on your hips, “but it will be good for you too, believe me!”. And somehow, after each of you confessed the feelings for the other, you were able to make him sleep next to you some nights. Just for that night his karmic debt plagued Xiao. He sat in front of your window, trying to keep his distance from you, not wanting to disturb your sleep and he didn’t want to worry you. “Xiao?”, you asked again, but instead of an answer Xiao growled in pain. Suddenly you were beside him. “Don’t”, he said through gritted teeth as you tried to touch him. “You’re in pain, let me help you.” He saw your worried painted face, ashamed that you had to see him like this. “It’s fine, I’m used to it. Don’t worry.” “Don’t tell me not to worry when I see the person I love most suffering,” and with that you took his hand. “Please Xiao, let me help you.” Even when he wasn’t in such a weakened state it was hard for Xiao to refuse you and now – all he wished for was your comforting touch. You led Xiao back to bed and when you noticed how he had a fever you quickly prepared a cold and wet towel for him. As you both lied down in bed you took Xiao in your arms. “I don’t know if this will help,” you began after a short amount of silence, “but when I was a child my mother always used to sing this lullaby to help me fall asleep. She even continued singing it when we were older and got sick… it always helps me feel better and at ease, shall I sing it to you?”. Xiao only gave a small nod, not believing it would help when you sang that song for the first time. But it did, you soothed his pain and helped him fall asleep. From that night on you would sing it more often to Xiao, he never asked for it but you somehow always knew when he wished to hear it, especially on the nights when is karmic debt caused him great pain. That lullaby became

another sign of how much you loved each other – the necklace was Xiaos gift, the song yours.

Now there he stood, in this forest that once was just a plain field, the flowers and necklace to his feet singing that lullaby. Xiao never sang it when you were alive, he never sang at all. No matter how much you begged him to sing for you, this was something he always refused to do. Thinking about how beautiful your voice sounded, he never wanted to soil this song with his voice.

It felt like you screamed for Xiao for hours and hours on end, but your voice doesn’t hurt. Where were you? What had happened? In your head you repeated and repeated the last things you could remember again and again. You were walking in the fields, wanting to collect some crystal flies for a commission. Then you remembered that you were attacked, who or what attacked you slipped your mind. However, the fight was tedious and hard… and then you called for Xiao. That’s it. That’s all you could remember. But where was he? Where was Xiao? Didn’t he say he would always come when you called out for him? Why didn’t he come now? You feared that he was still angry with you, though you didn’t know anymore why he even should be angry with you in the first place. The two of you had a fight yes, but… was that it? You spend so much time apart, did he just decide you weren’t worth his time anymore? Did he maybe stop loving you? Those thoughts filled you with dread and you wanted to cry, cry at the thought of Xiao not loving you anymore, but somehow you couldn’t. So you kept calling for him, over and over again. “Xiao,” you screamed. “XIAO!” And then you heard something, at first you weren’t sure what it was, but there was a noise. You stopped calling out for him, trying to focus on where the sound came from, following the direction. It got louder and – was that Xiao singing? The closer you came towards the sound, towards Xiaos voice singing that lullaby… your mothers’ lullaby, the lullaby that became yours and Xiaos. Which he always refused to sing, no matter how much you pleaded. The closer you came you started to remember the things that happened more clearly. How you didn’t want to call for Xiao at first that day, how something hit you in your stomach and how you felt the blood gusher out of you. Yes, you remember how you couldn’t stand anymore and all that was on your mind was Xiao, you wanted to see him again. Just once. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were, how stupid it was for you to fight and how stupid it was to wait this long to call for him. You wanted to say this to him, all of it. But all you remember you said was his name. “Xiao.”

He stopped singing, his head flying up seeing your ghost stand right in front of him. His name. You just said his name. “Xiao,” you said it again, this time he heard you say it clearly and you looked right at him, not through. “(Y/N)”, it came more out as whisper. This is what he wanted. He wanted you to see him, to get out of that limbo, but why does it still hurt as much? “Ah, seems like it worked, great!”, the director interrupted the moment, looking at Xiao and the ghost of you. “I ummm- I’m gonna leave the two of you alone for a while, so you can talk things out, say your goodbyes, yadayadayada.” With that the director walked away and it was just you and Xiao.

“I-“, Xiao began, but somehow his voice failed him. What was there to say? What should he say? “Xiao,” he heard the hesitance in your voice. “Xiao, I am dead, right?”. He couldn’t stand looking at you, his eyes avoiding yours as he gave his short answer. “Yes.” “I see,” you replied quietly. You slowly started to remember the nights you stood on the field, waiting for him to come. “Why,” you weren’t sure if you wanted an answer to your question, “why didn’t you come? After, you know… I- I waited for you. I called you. Why-?”. “I felt guilty. It was my fault, if I just hadn’t tried to push you away again, then you wouldn’t have died, I’m so sorry,” his voice was so quiet, but you could hear how he tried to hold back the tears. “Xiao,” at hearing his name again he looked back at you, you now seeing the tears that pooled at the corner of his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you… and I should have called for you earlier. But Xiao,” you saw how the tears started to fall down his face, “it wasn’t your fault.” He couldn’t hold it in any longer, Xiao fell to his knees, hands in his face and crying. “Please,” he sobbed. “Please, forgive me. I should have protected you that day, I should have come here earlier and see what was happening… please, forgive me.” You walked towards Xiao, reaching out your hand, wanting to touch him. Wanting to take him in your arms, but you couldn’t. It broke your heart. “Xiao, please, please look at me,” he did, his eyes red and filled with his tears. “There is nothing to ask for forgiveness for, you did nothing wrong Xiao. It’s alright. I’m sorry for leaving so soon, for running away that day we had this stupid fight. I don’t even know what it was about…”. “I don’t know either”, Xiao admitted and somehow you had to laugh a bit at that. None of you ever remembered why you fought even in the first place, all of this nearly felt so normal. But it wasn’t. Xiao wiped away the tears from his eyes and stood up again, this time to be able to face you. You looked just like he remembered, except for the see-through part but… your smile hasn’t changed. Even if this was a sad one. “Xiao, how much time has passed since I died?” That question surprised him. “Around…”, he was hesitant to tell you the truth. Should he really tell you? “Xiao,” and you looked at him and he knew that he couldn’t hide the truth. “A thousand years perhaps.” Thousand years, you thought. For thousand years he walked around with this guilt, for thousand years he kept that necklace that still was on the ground… for thousand years he lived his life, still mourning you it seemed. “Did you get over me?”. Again, another question he didn’t expect. Why were you asking him this? Did he get over you? “No, every single day since you died you were on my mind, I couldn’t forget you and I do not wish to. I can never get over you.” This wasn’t the answer you hoped for. “Xiao, I’ve been dead for thousand years. Even if I hadn’t died that day, I would have died on another one. Thousand years compared to what, sixty? Maybe seventy years if I had lived a full life is nothing. Humans are weak after all, aren’t we?”. You didn’t mean to stir him up with your last comment, it was more intended as a joke, alas a sad one, but somehow you struck a nerve within him. “No, they are not. I always said that, but I was wrong (Y/N). I don’t understand how you human can live your life, knowing that you will die, that those you love will inevitably die. How you can idly sit next to people you care about forgetting important things, things about themselves, struggle to remember who they are, seeing them die… and you move forward. I watched over you humans for such a long time, protecting you and I still- I don’t understand how. How can they love again? Where does the strength come from to keep moving forward?”, Xiao’s voice was full of pain, you heard it clear as day, seeing how tears rolled down his face again. You felt that there were even other things weighing heavy on him, not only you, but you knew that you couldn’t comfort him. That this was

something he needed to figure out himself. “Xiao, you will learn. You will understand it one day, it just takes time.” Your voice heavy with sadness and oh, how you wished you could take him in your arms, wipe his tears away and kiss him.

Before Xiao could reply anything in return the director disturbed the two of you again. “So, are you ready now?”, looking directly at you. “No, but I stayed here for far too long now, didn’t I?”, a sad smile coming across your face. You really didn’t want to leave, but you knew you couldn’t stay any longer. It was time. “I will come with you as far as I can,” Xiao had wiped his tears away and stood now right next to you. If you still had a body your shoulders would touch.

Xiao and the director accompanied you to the border of life and death in silence. Before you crossed it you looked at Xiao. He looked so sad, as if he was to lose you a second time. “I wish,” you heard him say, “that you could stay just a bit longer. I know it’s selfish, but I just wished you could have stayed by my side forever. But you can’t stay, and you shouldn’t.” “Xiao, I feel the same. I wish I could have spent eternity with you, but I can’t and it okay. I just want to ask you for one thing, one last promise before I go, okay?”. Xiao looked at you with a heavy heart. “Yes.” “Promise me you will try to find happiness for yourself again, okay? Promise me you will love again, please. Don’t stay alone.” Silently Xiao looked at you to then finally say “I promise.” “Thank you Xiao,” Archons, you wished you could take his hand. “Now then,” you said looking in the directions you had to go. “Time to go.” “(Y/N)”, you heard Xiao say before you left. “I love you.” “I love you too, Xiao.” As Xiao and the director left the border, he stayed quiet, the atmosphere being quite sombre. “Maybe,” the director pulled Xiao out of his thoughts, “there is nothing behind the border and they stopped existing completely. But maybe their soul will now find a way back to you, just in another way? Who knows,” and with that the director left. Xiao didn’t know if he believed that you would find a way back to him, but as it started to rain and as it fell down on his skin, Xiao felt now lighter as if a heavy burden was taken off of him. With that he started to move forward again.

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Walk Cut Short - Arthur x Reader

Summary: The tension hung thick and heavy as you walked down the deserted main street of Rhodes. “This don’t feel right,” said Arthur. That would be an understatement, you thought as you looked around the town that usually bustled with people, currently looking like a ghost town. Suddenly, a gunshot rang, sending everyone in action, and you on the ground. Was this it for you?

Words: 2,152

Tags/Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Fluff, Established Relationship

A/N: Based on this request; Oooooo could I get a scenario or headcannons for Arthur Morgan x FemS/O. Where during the gunfight in Rhodes, instead of Sean getting hit Arthur's s/o does take the hit instead. (I can't handle angst so a happy ending please 🥺) Click this link to read it on AO3.

You could feel it in the wind. Could feel the tension, thick and heavy, as it hung in the air. You felt the curious glances of people from the windows of the stores, quickly averted as soon as they saw you looking. The main road was empty, a contrast to how busy and loud it usually was, with people driving by on horses or wagons, kids selling newspapers and women chatting at every corner. It looked like a ghost town, and something told you there was more to it than met the eye.

You gulped down as you kept walking, following Bill, Sean and Micah who seemed to not notice the glances the five of you were getting as you walked. You held your rifle close to your chest as you turned to look at Arthur. He returned the look, and you could see that he was thinking the same thing.

As Micah talked, you walked closer to Arthur,

“Arthur,” you said, making him turn his head towards you and slow his pace, “I have a bad feeling.” He could see fear in your eyes as you spoke. Saw how tightly you held the rifle in your hands. The sight made him angry at himself for putting you in this situation in the first place. He knew you could defend yourself, knew it better than anyone, having seen you in action countless of times. Still, if he could do so, he preferred to keep you safe.

“-that Catherine Braithwait-“ Bill was saying, but Arthur interrupted him, saying “Hey, hold up” making all of you stop. It was dead quiet as you stood, not even the birds singing.

“This don’t feel right,” Arthur said, vocalizing what you’ve been thinking for the past few minutes.

“Now it don’t feel right?” Sean said, turning around to look at Arthur, “I could’a told you that-“ but he didn’t get to finish his sentence, as a loud sound of a gunshot pierced through, making everybody look each and every way to see where the shot came from, only Arthur noticing that you fell to the ground.

He screamed your name, scooping you in his arms and laying you down behind a couple of crates, away from the gunfight that Micah, Sean and Bill started to engage in right away.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice shaking as he looked all over you, his eyes stopping on your abdomen where the clothes already soaked the blood.

The pain was like nothing you ever felt, and you felt both energized and drained as your body went into overdrive. He put pressure on where the blood was coming from, making you moan in pain, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, instantly stopping. He could hear Micah and Bill call his name, screaming, “Need a little help here, Arthur!” but he didn’t listen. They could all die for all he cared. All his attention was on you, on your quickly paling face and your abdomen.

“Morgan, over here,” you heard Bill’s voice scream, sounding a few feet away.

“Arthur,” you wailed his name, holding onto his shirt. “Don’t leave me.” Your voice was broken and hoarse as you spoke. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded, either from the immense pain you were feeling or from the blood loss.

Arthur gave you a broken, sorrowful smile as he said, “Never, sweetheart,” and kissed your forehead.

You knew from the beginning, as soon as you shot your first bullet, that you would die from one one day. It’s a fact that you came to live with and knew would happen sooner than later. You just didn’t expect for it to happen today.

Arthur sat next to you against the crate, peeking his head every now and then to shoot a few Grays that were getting too close.

You held onto your rifle the entire time, but as seconds passed by, even that proved hard, and soon enough the weapon fell from your hands. The sound of the rifle falling to the ground alerted Arthur, and he turned around to look at you. Your eyelids were dropping, and you were barely holding yourself upright. He called your name, but it sounded miles away as you tried hard to keep your eyes open. The last thing you remembered seeing was Arthur’s eyes, full of tears as he spoke your name, again and again and again.

You could hear a voice, faint, sounding like it was coming from miles away, speaking. “-second I saw you, I knew I was done for. Couldn’t have ever imagined in my wildest dreams that you’d feel the same way-“ the voice spoke in the darkness. Your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton and you couldn’t open them. Soon enough, the voice disappeared and you once again fell into the abyss.

You couldn’t tell where you were, or if you were at all. You were in constant darkness and silence, and whenever you heard someone or something speak, it was for a few seconds before it disappeared. For all you knew, you’ve died, and this was the afterlife.

Arthur sat on a chair next to where you laid on the cot. As soon as the Grays were dealt with, he brought you back to camp so he and the rest of the gang could help you. The details were fuzzy to him; everything blended together as he laid your body on the cot. His hands, which were all covered in your blood, shook as he tried to figure out what to do next. As soon as Susan came up with a bucket of water and all the necessary items for the procedure, she told Arthur to go on a walk. He remembered fighting her, telling that he had to stay, but in the end, she managed to convince him and he went out while Susan, the girls and Reverend worked to keep you in this world.

For the next few days, he barely ate, barely slept and didn’t do anything but sit on the chair next to your cot, waiting. People would come up to him and try to strike a conversation, inviting him to have dinner with the rest of them. Sometimes he would politely decline, but most of the time he simply wouldn’t say anything, his mind too exhausted to even form words.

At night, when everybody was asleep, or even during the day, when there weren’t many people around, he would talk to you. It would be the only time he would smile as he brought to life certain events the two of you shared. He would remember the time the two of you met, how from the second your eye met he was under your spell. He remembered how the whole world ceased to exist when you kissed him for the first time, your lips like rose petals, soft and inviting. The memories of the time the two of you shared flooded his mind like a tsunami, and he couldn’t stop them.

As he sat there, watching your vulnerable, unconscious form, he made a promise to himself and anyone above watching, that if you pulled through, if you came back to him, he would do everything in his power to get you out of this mess, the gang and Dutch be damned.

You winced in pain as you cracked upon your eyes. The sun was too bright for your unaccustomed eyes, and closed them just as fast as you opened them. You were disoriented, and you couldn’t tell when or where you were. You tried to get up, to move your legs, but your whole body felt like it was made of lead and you failed to move even a muscle. Everything ached as you laid still, trying to gather your thoughts and strength for yet another shot at movement. You tried to focus on your breathing, the only non-painful action, and listened to the sounds around you. It was quiet, with nothing but the sounds of birds and leaves around. You could fairly hear what sounded like the chatter of people, but it was too far away to understand. With enough strength, you opened your eyes once again, this time slower. As you did so, you saw that you were in camp, your camp; in the distance you could see the main campfire, deserted but still lit. You could see Pearson working by his wagon, chopping meat. You turned to look to your side and saw Arthur, his head slumped down, asleep on a chair.

You tried to say his name, but when you opened your mouth, no sound came. You tried a few more times till you finally managed to say, in a hoarse, small voice, “Arthur.”

Your voice was like a gunshot, loud and clear in an otherwise quiet air. He raised his head instantly, his eyes falling on you. You looked small and fragile as you laid there, but you were awake, your eyes open and looking at him. He quickly left the chair to sit next to your cot. He eyed you all over, looking for any signs of discomfort, till his eyes finally landed on your face. For a moment, he thought that maybe the lack of sleep had gotten the better of him and he was hallucinating. He reached out with his hand, running it down your hair and to your cheek. You were real. Solid and warm under his palm. He spoke your name, his voice shaking as he did so.

“How you feelin’?” he said.

You coughed a few times as you tried to clear your throat before saying. “Tired. Everything hurts. What happened?”

Arthur took a deep breath as he brought up what had happened on that seemingly quiet, serene walk down the main street of Rhodes. As he spoke, you started to piece together the events. You remembered walking with Arthur, Micah, Bill and Sean. Remembered the hostile glances from the people who stood at the porches, remembered how deserted the town looked. You remembered the excruciating pain you felt as you heard the gunshot ring, sending everybody into action and you, on the ground. It all came back too quickly and too strongly, and for a moment you felt like you were going through the entire encounter once again.

With Arthur’s help, you spent the next few weeks getting back on your feet, literally and figuratively. The first time you tried to get up from the cot, you almost fell straight to the ground, but thanks to Arthur, who stood next to you, you didn’t. As he always was, he was with you through your rehabilitation. From helping you to get up from the cot, to feeding you and helping you change, he was with you almost every waking hour. Whenever Dutch or others tried to come up to him and tell him about a possible new job, he wouldn’t think twice before declining, turning his attention back to you. You could see the way Dutch and others would glance disapprovingly at him, but Arthur couldn’t care less, he was completely devoted to helping you.

After a few weeks, you finally felt like yourself again. The pain in your muscles was gone and your abdomen didn’t bother you as much as it did in the beginning. The only thing to remind you of the event was a scar that now graced your abdomen.

You sat at the shore of Clemens point facing the water and letting the wind play with your hair. You thought about the future, and how you were supposed to move on from something like that. The wound might’ve healed, but the scar it left was deeper than it looked.

Without turning away from the view, you said, “What do we do now?” to Arthur who sat next to you.

“We keep going. Together.”

He placed his large hand over your small one, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You turned away from the lake to look at him. He looked worn down; there were bags under his eyes, and his beard had grown out. Since you awakened, he’s spent almost all his waking hours tending to you, completely disregarding himself. You covered his hand with yours and leaned closer to Arthur, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘Together’. His words echoed in your head as your eyes fixated on the glittering water. Behind you, you could hear the buoyant voice of Dutch, delivering a speech to the shaken up camp members.

“We will get through this,” his voice sounded through the camp. “Together, we will. Stay with me, people.”

You heard his words, felt them linger in the air, carried through the camp by the wind, but not reaching neither you nor Arthur. You didn’t know what the feature held for either of you. All that mattered was that you were going to face it together.

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