#is that when you'll finally be willing to feel your deep regret?

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Fic Masterlist

Because Tumblr search features are shit. Fandoms, Fics, and Series are organized in alphabetical order. Each link will send you to the Tumblr version but there will be a link to the AO3 version within that post. If you would rather go straight to AO3, my account is linked in the post pinned on my blog.

Assassin's Creed:

Of Blades and Parchment Series

Tumblr tag: #Of Blades and Parchment

Altmal AU where Malik never became an assassin and instead works as a crippled bookseller. Series is in progress.

DPxDC

Two Crickets (My addition is only 646 words but idk about the ones before it)

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An addition to a prompt by @/ailithnight and writing by @/omnicrafts and @/atiyasnake

The GIW has had Danny for an undeterminable amount of time. The strain is finally more than he can handle and he body hops into a brain dead clone, R13. Danny thinks he is having a nice dream. Kon is worried for the escaped clone he found in the middle of a field.

TW: mentions of tortue

Here's Where You'll Stay (3082 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #Here's Where You'll Stay

"As John stared at the door preparing to get his face mauled, he couldn’t help but incredulously complain that this was not how he wanted his weekend to go. He had plans! He supposes that he would be willing to put them on hold for Phantom’s sake, but he wasn’t agreeable to the incoming face mauling. "

When Phantom comes down with Core Sickness it's up to John Constantine to save the ghost from fading.

Nothing Says "True Love" Like Being Given The Soul of Your Murderer (1510 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #nstllbgtsoym

Dead on Main ship. Addition to a post by @/nelkcats

"Another snarl caused him to lose his staring contest with the Bat. Nightwing was now standing between the two of them and appeared to be trying to placate the crime boss while Red Robin made the bloody stupid decision of trying to sneak up behind him. Red quickly paid the price for his folly, finding himself flat on his back pinned underneath Hood's boot while he honest to God snapped at Nightwing like a rabid dog.

"It's my gift! He gave it to me. Now fuck off before I m̶a̷k̸e̸ ̵y̶o̸u̶."

Yeah. Someone should probably interfere before they pissed him off anymore.

"You should corral your kids before one of em' loses a hand."

"Hngh." Batman leaves to break up the fight with Nightwing's aid. Hood scampers off to one of the corners of the cave, cradling the violet ball in his gloved hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world. It sounded like he was purring. John was suddenly very tired."

Rending Flesh From the Bone (3093 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #RFFTB

Dick wasn't so sure about Jason's "gut feeling", but what are brothers for if not to support each other during paranoia episodes? Now, deep underground in an abandoned subway tunnel, Dick is starting to have regrets as he watches the scene before him.

TW: Gore, Cannibalism, Vomiting, Zalgo Text

Slap a Bow on It (4752 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #Slap a Bow on It

Dead on Main ship, written for Dead on MAYn 2024

 "Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t stupid. He could be a bit oblivious, but he always got there in the end. So when Danny woke up the next morning and realized that last night wasn’t a dream, he had an epiphany. He was being courted by the super hot and apparently undead crime lord who ran the haunt on the other side of the street."

TW: Danny is thirsty as hell, mentions/allusions to nsfw but nothing explicit

sketch of Danny's courting gift

Star Shoes (2772 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #Star Shoes

Dead on Main ship, written for Dead on MAYn 2024

"Things had been going so well for him lately. He should have expected the other shoe to drop. Or the metal pipe in this case."

In which Danny and his totally normal boyfriend who is definitely not Red Hood are abducted by cultists. Danny is super concussed, but he's got the spirit.

The Dead Stay Dead (My addition is only 679 words but idk about the ones before it)

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An addition to writing by @/some-kind-of-creature and @/nerdpoe.

In which the LOA has a rule that those who die are never mentioned again and are erased from their records. Damian doesn't think to mention his late sister. Once he does he creates a portrait to commemorate her, but it turns out his sister is actually his brother now.

The Double-edged Blade of Chance (5309 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #The Double-edged Blade of Chance

Dead on Main ship, written for Dead on MAYn 2024

Not everyone gets to meet their soulmate. It was just a fact of life. There was always a chance, but chance was a double-edged blade. 

Jason quite literally runs into his soulmate at the young age of eight.

“Sorry! I thought you were a ghost!”

"Why would I be a ghost?”

TW: Major Character Death, Child Neglect, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Depression

Unnamed fic (ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic)

Tumblr Tag: #ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic

Addition to a post by @/starwrighter

Fic is currently a work in progress with only a minimal amount released to the public under the Tumblr post. Once it's completely written chapters will be posted and linked independently.

[sports-on-sundays]

boulevard of broken dreams / LN4 / Part 2

Summary: After meeting a savior, there's still a lot of mess to clean up.

Warnings: drunk, partying, stranger touching reader, use of the nickname 'Lan' for Lando because I think it's cute ok?!, hangover

Requested?: Yes. Thank you for the suggestion, @rorabelle15

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who enjoyed part 1! Here's a part 2, if you're interested. And if after that you're interested, I'd be willing to write a part 3, in which things kind of get bad again, but of course with a happy ending. Here's the link to part 1:

Sometimes, the sunshine that appeared, found you, and is helping you pick up all your pieces, leaves.

Sometimes you stumble back to where you were.

And the guilt is worse, because you know your sunshine wouldn't ever want you to go back there again.

Your head is thumping in sync with the beat to the party music. There's a bit of wine dribbled down your collar, but you don't remember how it got there, and frankly, you couldn't care less. All that matters is swaying to the music, letting go of everything, and having the night of your life, that won't feel so fun when you wake up with a hangover and a guilty conscience in the morning.

There's a man with tan skin, messy slicked back brown hair, and striking eyes, and he's got his hands all over you. You feel a twinge of fear deep down, but you're sure to brush that off as quick as you can.

It's all good. We're just having fun.

His hands caress all over your body, and before you know it, his lips are leaving imprints on your neck that you'll definitely regret tomorrow when you're sober again.

But for now, you giggle and let him do what he wants with you.

And once he's finished with you, he leaves you and moves onto someone else.

And you flop on a stool at the counter. You dig into your Coach purse, fish out the final bit of your cash, and demand another drink. After receiving it, you chug it down, then stagger up to head back out on the dance floor.

But you bump into the last person you want to see here, right now.

Not because you don't like him. No. It's the exact opposite.

It's because you love him. And he loves you.

And Lando can't be seeing you here, like this.

Damn it.

You watch as Lando's eyes practically pop out of his head. He grips your arm, and pulls you away from the dance floor, against a wall. He stares at you, his mouth hanging open.

"Heeeyyyy... Lan... Lan..." you hiccup. "Why're you here?"

He shakes his head. There's that look in his eyes. He's disappointed.

In you.

His hand moves up, and brushes some strands of hair away from your face. "I was just going out for a drink with friends... How many have you had, Y/n...?"

You swallow. Everything's warped and weird. "I... I dunno. Why don't you... have a drink? Maybe we could dance together...?"

"Oh, Y/n, no. No, no. Not a chance. I'm bringing you home now."

You bite your lip, protesting, "No... Lando, I don't want to... I don't want to go home..."

But he pulls you to his side, and leads you to the door, through all the people. And there's not much you can do to resist his strong arm in your intoxicated state.

It feels like it's just you and him, and it feels terrible.

"I don't want to leave, Lando," you wail as he opens his car door.

"Well, that's a shame," Lando says through gritted teeth, "because we are going home."

And that's that. He drives you home, gripping the wheel all the way, and when you get home, he leads you to the bathroom. He wets a paper towel and begins wiping the smeared mascara and lipstick from your face. As he does this, you stare at his brown eyes. They look hard, and upset. Your eyebrows furrow, and some not-so-good emotions of concern and guilt flood you.

But then Lando sighs. His hand drags across your cheek, and he mutters, "You can shower tomorrow morning. You need to sleep. Stay here. I'll get you some clothes to sleep in, and then you should go to bed."

"Here?" you ask, looking up at Lando with googly eyes.

"Yes, here," he grunts. "You can sleep in my bed. But I don't feel like sleeping with you; I'll sleep on the couch."

Before you can respond, he walks out of the room to fetch you a change of clothes. When he comes back, he tosses the clothes to you, shuts the bathroom door behind himself, and you change into a light pink t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. They're a little big on you, so you tie the drawstrings tight and stumble out of the bathroom, calling, "Uh, Lan?"

Just like that, he's there. He grabs your wrist gently and brings you to his bedroom. You climb into his bed slowly, and he pulls the blanket up to your chin for you. He smooths it out, before walking across the room to the door. He flicks the light off, so you can only see his silhouette in the doorway as he murmurs with an exhausted sigh, "Good night, Y/n."

You watch as the door begins to shut.

A little fire goes up within you, and you say, "Wait, Lando."

The door stops moving. It slowly creaks open again. You stare at his dark figure, hesitate, and then stumble out, "I... Thank you, Lan. I... I love you. You're my sunshine."

Lando takes a few steps closer, so you can see him a little better. "Did you say I'm your sunshine?" he asks gently.

You nod slowly, looking up at him. You hold your hand out to him. He steps closer, and he takes it in his. Your hand is a little shaky, but Lando's grip is firm.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

He squeezes your hand. "It's okay," he whispers. His thumb runs over the back of your hand. "I forgive you, Y/n. And I love you, too."

You nod.

He gives your hand another squeeze before letting it go, gently. He softly removes some hair on your forehead, before muttering, "Good night, Y/n." He walks to the door, watches you for a few moments, and finally the door slowly creaks closed again, with a soft click.

"Good night, Lan."

In the morning, you lay in Lando's bed for a while, awake, just staring up at the ceiling, tears slowly and silently falling from your eyes.

Finally, though, you slip out of the bed, wipe your cheeks, and pad over to the door, feeling like there's an extreme weight on your skull, causing it to pulse. You slowly pull the door open, peek into the hall, and call, "Lan- Lando?"

There's a few seconds of silence, before you hear his voice call, "Coming!" And soon enough, he's walking into the hallway, and towards you. He's wearing a hoodie, grey sweatpants, and a necklace around his neck.

It's clear he's already showered and gotten ready, which prompts you to ask nervously, "What time is it?"

Lando hesitates, before saying, "10:30 A.M." When he sees the distress in your eyes, he quickly adds, "Hey, but don't worry. You needed that sleep."

"Don't you have plans today? I'm sorry if I'm keeping you from your plans-"

"Shush. No, I don't have any plans. Don't worry. Now, would you like to take a bath?"

You hesitate, but then nod. Lando nods as well and says, "I'll fill up the bathtub for you."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he responds in a level tone. "Go undress in my room. There's a clean towel draped over my chair you can use."

"O- Okay..." you respond, before going to do just that.

In the mirror in his room, you look at yourself. You look at the marks that stranger left on your neck last night. You sigh, dismayed, and feel anger rise up within you as you touch them gently with your fingers, despite knowing it is completely your fault for putting yourself in such situations.

So you wrap yourself in the towel and walk back to the bathroom. It smells like sweet vanilla, and the tub is full and bubbly. You wonder where the scent came from, but don't ask. Lando stands up from the side of the tub and says, quickly leaving, "I'll leave you to it. Call if you need anything."

So you step into the warm water, let yourself sink into it, and relax. The warmth and the scent seems to calm your deepening guilt and slow down your rushing thoughts.

You sigh, contented.

When you finish, you begin draining the tub, before wrapping yourself in the towel again and calling, "Lando?"

"Yeah?" you hear his voice ask back from the other room.

"Uh- What clothes can I wear...?"

"Oh, sh*t," you hear him say to himself, before saying, "Sorry, I forgot! I'll get you a change."

You wait, and soon there's a knock on the door. You open it a crack for him to hand clothes to you through the door, which consist of a loose long sleeve black shirt, fuzzy socks, and comfy sweatpants. When you exit the bathroom and enter the living room, your hair wrapped up in the towel, Lando looks up from his phone and softly smiles, "You look nice and comfy," he comments.

"Thanks," you smile weakly.

He pats the spot next to him, slipping his phone in the pocket of his black hoodie. "Come on. Why don't you sit down next to me?"

You nod and walk over, doing just that. Lando wraps his arm around you. You swallow, feeling a little awkward, and mutter, "That bath- it was really nice and relaxing. Made me feel a lot better."

"Good," he smiles, pleased with this information. There's a few seconds of silence, before he says hesitantly, gently rubbing your shoulder, "Well, what happened? Why did you do it?"

You swallow. "I don't know, Lando... I guess I just... When you're gone at races or back at your home in Monaco... I miss you... a lot..."

His hand freezes on your shoulder. "That's why? Because you missed me?"

"Yeah, well, pretty much. And when you're here, I'm happy. But when you're not, all the stress comes back... I'm sorry, Lando... I'm sorry I'm so clingy... I just... I'm sorry I annoy you... I don't know why you haven't given up on me yet, like everyone else..."

"Hey, stop that," he says firmly, grabbing your hand. "Haven't I already forgiven you? And the only time I get annoyed at you is when you hurt yourself. Because I love you. You're so important to me. I don't want to see you in pain. But I'll never, ever give up on you. It takes patience, Y/n... You just need time to heal, and that's why I'm here to help you with that."

You sigh and nod slowly.

He sighs as well and says, "I wish there was some way to always have you by my side..."

"Lando, I feel so needy..." you confess softly.

But he responds earnestly, "But that's okay. It's okay to need other people. It's been months since we met, and we're becoming better and better friends. To the point where I do love you. But Y/n, this isn't a one-way street."

"What do you mean?" you ask, looking up, meeting his eyes.

"I think sometimes I need you, too. You don't try, but you're like a refuge to me. You get my mind off all my stress, too. I like spending time with you, and you always listen to whatever I need to say."

Your eyes begin to water slightly. "Really?"

"Of course!" he nods earnestly.

You stare, and sniff. You wipe your eyes before leaning in and hugging him. He hugs you back as you say, "Thank you, Lando... That's the nicest thing anybody has said to me in years... You're so special to me."

He grins. "You're even special-er to me!"

You smile softly through your tears and whisper, "You're my sunshine."

He grins even wider, and leans away to wipe your tears. "Do you know, I love that nickname? Well maybe you're my lovely moonlight."

To you and your dark world, sunshine is all you need. You don't understand how sunshine would need moonlight. How does that even work?

But you trust your sunshine. So if he said it, it must be.

Lando gives you a few months, and you're getting better. Things are getting better. And your relationship is getting...

Very close.

One day, you're sitting together, snuggled on the coach, each respectively doing important things on your phones, when Lando suddenly sets down his and says, "I've got a few important things to talk about with you."

Your eyebrows immediately crease together, and a pit threatens to form in your stomach. "Oh no."

But Lando grins. "Jesus, don't look so worried! It's nothing bad."

"You said it like you were about to tell me you're moving across the world and I'm never going to see you again or something!" you half-heartedly complain.

But Lando smiles, amused at this, and ruffles your hair, "Do you worry I would ever do that?"

"I don't know... Maybe..."

He shakes his head. "You worry about too many silly things. No. The first thing I want to talk about with you is your job."

You blink in surprise. "Why my job?"

"Because you hate it, and it one of the things that makes you most miserable, and I hate it when you're even the slightest bit not happy." Your heart warms at this from Lando as he continues, "So, I think you ought to quit your job."

But you snort ruefully. "Oh, yeah, and then what? Go and become a race car driver? You've only taken me karting once."

"No..." he trails off, seeming to know what he wants to say, but unsure of how to say it. Finally he sighs and says, "I make a lot. If you came and lived with me..."

Your eyes pop out of your head. "You mean your smaller place here in the U.K., right?"

He hesitates, before a sheepish smile appears on his face. "No, I mean Monaco."

"How the hell am I going to repay you?!"

"That's the point. Your happiness, and getting to be with me all the time, is the payment. I get you, you get my house and food for free, without having to work."

"You're insane!" you gasp, covering your mouth at how ridiculously dead serious he really is about this.

But he grins. "I know. So, will you do it or not, missy?"

"Oh, Lando, shut up!" you laugh.

"Well?"

You smile falteringly and respond, "I'll think on that."

You stand in Lando's flat. You only had a few things to bring with you, and you're already all unpacked, and feeling a bad, unsure, nervous feeling within you. Lando's hand from behind plants itself on your shoulder, and as soon as you feel this touch from him, you turn and hug him. He seems surprised, but hugs you back. You sigh. "I just don't know about this, Lando."

"Hey, you're still worrying about it? Come on. It will be an adventure, living someplace new. And you don't have to worry about anything. Because you know I'll take care of you..."

"I still feel bad..."

"Don't. This isn't a hard thing for me. I want this. And I can take care of you. I want you to be happy. Find your thing, you know? And I know you will. I know you're not a lazy person- how hard you've worked for so long is proof of that. And I know you've felt trapped for so many years. Now I'm giving you the opportunity to branch out. See and try new things! Make the most of life! It's an adventure, after all. Maybe the opportunity of the dreams you had as a kid are past, but there's still a lot you can do. You're not even twenty-five yet. Come on. Brighten up. Just think of all the dreams you still can fulfill."

It's your first Grand Prix, in Silverstone. Lando has already shown you around, but you've been keeping close by his side the whole time, since the crowds are a little hard for you. But you love them. You love the luxurious, intense, rich atmosphere.

You even got to meet some of the other drivers on the grid.

But now you sit in the McLaren garage, by yourself, since Lando had to go off to do something. You tap your foot, nervous, feeling like you're just about going insane if you have to sit here a second longer, when suddenly you feel a presence in front of you and look up to see Oscar Piastri.

"Hey," he smiles. "So, are you Lando's girlfriend, or...?"

You immediately feel yourself heat up at this, and at first, you hesitate, not knowing the correct answer, before you blurt, "Oh, no, of course not! We're, uh, roommates."

Oscar nods at this, a smile coming on his face. "Oh, alright," is the response with slight doubt, before he adds awkwardly, "Well, enjoy the race..." and walks off.

And you do enjoy the race.

But after the race, it's all kind of a whirlwind. People are everywhere, and it's busy, and everyone is determined to do or go to one thing or place or another, and you're kind of just caught up in it.

So in the end, you're disappointed that you don't get to see Lando standing on the podium.

You sit in the garage, staring down at your feet, kind of in a daze, when suddenly the familiar sunny voice exclaims, "Y/n!"

Your head snaps up, and you stand up. Just seeing Lando's shining, bright grin is enough to melt your sadness away. He steps toward you. You open your mouth to speak, but suddenly-

You can't.

Because your sunshine's warm, soft lips are on yours. And his gentle hands wrap around your waist, hugging it. He pulls your frozen, confused, shocked self closer to himself. He leans down, and you lean up, connected.

Within seconds, he pulls away, looking down at you. Your head and heart are pounding. You're sweating. Lando's eyes are shining as a mutters, "This was the perfect race for you to come to."

"Lando..." you gasp. "What was that?"

"A kiss, darling. Because I love you," He gently touches his nose to yours. "And I think it is about time we take this to the next level."

"Oh- Oh..."

"Are you okay with that?"

You hesitate, but then nod. "Y- Yeah... You're everything I've... ever wanted... But... why me?"

"What do you mean, 'why me?' You're still thinking in those terms?" Suddenly he cups your cheeks in his hands. "I'll tell you why. You think I'm your savior, and you think you need me. You've told me you need me. You just told me I'm everything you've ever wanted. But don't you understand, that this goes both ways? I need you. You're everything I've ever wanted, and that's just you being you."

You stare up at him, awestruck, in wonder.

And he pulls you into a tight, sweet, warm embrace. He rubs your back and whispers in your ear, "Okay, cutie?"

You nod, and feel a real, lovely, warm smile creep up on you. "As long as you never stop being my sunshine."

[amournoir]

𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

pairing(s): niklaus x reader

count: 1.2k

warning(s): angst & fighting if you squint

author’s note: this fic, short as it is, was written for the 15min challenge and i hope it doesn’t disappoint! 🥹

In the heart of the Mikaelson compound, tension hung heavy in the air. Y/N, a fiercely independent soul, had always been willing to go to great lengths to protect her friends. However, Klaus Mikaelson, the enigmatic and brooding vampire, was growing increasingly angry at her recklessness, as it constantly put her life in danger.

One fateful evening, as Y/N returned from yet another daring mission to rescue her friends, she found herself face to face with Klaus, his dark eyes burning with fury. "Y/N," he growled, his voice tinged with both concern and frustration. "I've had enough of your impulsive heroics. You can't keep putting yourself at risk like this!"

Y/N stood her ground, her eyes flashing with determination. "Klaus, they're my friends. I can't just stand by and do nothing when they're in trouble," she retorted.

"And what about you?" Klaus snapped, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You seem to have no regard for your own life!"

"I can take care of myself," Y/N insisted, her voice unwavering. "I don't need you to protect me."

Frustration and fear battled within Klaus as he struggled to find the right words. "You're too damn stubborn for your own good," he muttered, clenching his fists. "I won't let you throw your life away like this."

With a mixture of anger and desperation, Klaus made a drastic decision. He grabbed Y/N's hand, leading her to her room, and with a simple yet powerful twist of his hand, he broke off the door handle.

"You can't keep me locked up like this!" Y/N shouted, pounding on the door. "This won't stop me from doing what I believe is right!"

In the darkness of her room, Y/N refused to be defeated. She knew she had to find a way out, to continue fighting for her friends and her beliefs. Later that night, Y/N managed to break free from her temporary confinement, using her wits and resourcefulness to outsmart Klaus. As she slipped back into the compound later, she could feel Klaus's wrath waiting for her in the shadows.

There he was, nursing a glass of bourbon, his expression both haunted and pained. "You defied me," he stated coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"I won't let you control me, Klaus," Y/N replied, her voice laced with defiance. "I can't just sit back and watch while my friends suffer."

Klaus took a deep breath, struggling to contain his emotions. "You don't understand," he said quietly, his tone tinged with regret. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N's heart softened, and for a moment, anger gave way to vulnerability. "I'm not going to let anything happen to me," she assured him, her eyes searching his for understanding.

"You can't promise that," Klaus whispered, his voice breaking. "You can't predict what dangers lie ahead."

Their argument became a battle of wills and emotions, each trying to protect the other in their own way. The tension hung heavy in the air, until finally, Klaus relented.

"You're right, Y/N," he admitted, his voice laden with guilt. "I can't lock you away like some caged bird. But promise me, promise me that you'll be careful. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N nodded, her heart aching with love and understanding. "I promise," she said, her voice gentle but resolute. "But you have to promise me something too, Klaus."

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for the answer she sought.

"Promise me that you won't try to control me," she implored. "I need to make my own choices, even if they're risky."

Klaus hesitated for a moment, before finally nodding. "I promise," he said, his voice sincere. "I won't try to control you, but I'll always worry about you."

As the night wore on, Y/N and Klaus found solace in each other's presence. Their bond grew stronger, fueled by the understanding that love sometimes meant allowing the ones we care for to be their own heroes, even if it meant facing danger.

In the days that followed, Klaus sought out his older sister, Freya, and asked her to cast a spell to protect the compound and ensure Y/N's safety. Freya obliged, crafting a powerful enchantment that would prevent Y/N from leaving the compound without Klaus's consent.

In the aftermath of Freya's spell, the compound remained sealed, keeping Y/N confined against her will. But the fire in her heart refused to be extinguished, and she knew she had to find a way to break free from the constraints that bound her.

With a flick of her fingers, Y/N typed a desperate message to Marcel, the powerful vampire who had always been a steadfast friend. She poured her heart into the words, begging for his help. Her heart raced as she hit send, praying that he would come to her aid.

Time seemed to crawl as she waited for Marcel's response, every passing second feeling like an eternity. Then, finally, the message notification blinked on her phone. Marcel had replied. A sense of relief washed over Y/N as she read his words, promising that he would find a way to free her from the compound.

Marcel enlisted the help of one of his most skilled witches, and they made their way to the Mikaelson compound under the cover of darkness. As they chanted their incantations, the magical barriers weakened, giving Y/N a small window of opportunity to escape. With her heart pounding in her chest, Y/N seized the moment. She slipped through the weakening spell, moving as quietly as a shadow, determined to evade detection. The sense of freedom was exhilarating, but her elation was short-lived as Freya sensed the spell's disturbance.

Y/N's heart sank as she heard Freya's enraged cry, but she knew she had to keep going. She made her way through the darkened streets of New Orleans, every step taking her farther from the prison she had been confined to. Meanwhile, Klaus and Elijah had become frantic with worry, their search for Y/N leading them to every corner of the town. They knew she would be relentless in her quest for freedom, just as she had been in everything else.

Finally, they reached Marcel's residence, where they found him brooding over the huge window that overlooked the waterfront. Their gazes met, and Klaus instantly sensed the anguish in Marcel's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Klaus demanded, his voice laced with concern.

Marcel's jaw tensed, and he turned away, his fists clenching at his sides. "The witches took her," he admitted, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Klaus's heart sank as he understood the gravity of Marcel's words. The witches had interfered, and they had taken Y/N away from them. Without a second thought, Klaus lunged at Marcel, a torrent of emotions surging through him. They fought fiercely, their anger and frustration fueling their blows. Elijah watched from a distance, his eyes betraying the turmoil he felt within.

But as the battle raged on, they knew that their focus should be on finding Y/N. Their hearts were heavy, knowing that she was now in the hands of those who sought to control her fate.

The night echoed with the sounds of their struggle, and the waterfront witnessed the clash of powerful beings, each driven by their love for the girl who had captured their hearts. The darkness of the night seemed to mirror the uncertainty that loomed over them, a reminder that their journey to find Y/N had only just begun.

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[sublieu]

˚₊‧꒰ა✧ ┊ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ┊ ✧໒꒱ ‧₊ ˚

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: Azure, having been revived and stuck in purgatory has a little conversation with Nezha about you

𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜: *none available sadly*

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜: 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.9k words

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝. 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: obsession, major warning for toxic love (you'll understand this later), arguing, descriptions of murder

𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜: @zuzuthesnake @chimemori

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𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝...

Also p.s: the vote I gave previously has a meaning for something different :)

Another ps- Could you please remind me of the name of the creator for the "likes" and "reblogs" border? I want to ensure proper credit. Thank you!

It was cold 一 having been stuck in this bland, deserted hell space called purgatory for days or maybe even years. Since then, he hasn't been the same; He just sits there, his eyes darkening from both loss of sleep and tears.

He's finally alone. And he hates it.

He hates how cold he is, he hates the feeling that no matter how long, or how far he walks, he'll never escape. This was his punishment for him to face alone, and no one could fix it.

At least that's what he believed, is he wrong? He hasn't spoken to anyone for who knows how long, time doesn't exist here, only a slow descent into madness.

His appearance has changed slowly over time, his once light blue fur dulled to grey, his hair turned from orange into a dark greyish color, and his eyes, once bright pink now turned into deep magenta both from crying and from tiredness. He wants to sleep, but he can't, again he doesn't have a body so even if he tried he'll never feel the euphoria of rest that mortals so carelessly waste for minuscule pleasures like gaming.

As Azure stares into the blank space, it's as if he's staring into a void that has swallowed him whole. He can't help but reminisce on old times, like that one time when he and his sworn brothers would sit and mock heaven and the insufferable men who called themselves kings. But now, those memories only bring him sadness and regret. He knows that he would've been a good king to both the people of heaven and earth, but he's already seen the damage he's caused to Earth from his ambush of the king for the throne. The weight of his past mistakes is heavy on his heart, and he can't help but wonder if there's any way to make things right.

Until he remembers you. [Y/n], daughter of the Jade Emperor and youngest princess of the seven daughters of the emperor.

He remembers the first day he was introduced to you, way back before he even knew the Monkie King, Your soft supple skin, your precious tender eyes, unmarked by the many suitors the Jade Emperor would bring as they fell to your feet; None of them made you feel a speck of love and as a result, you would be nicknamed 'The Princess who could not love'

All of this changed after Azure became your royal knight, no matter where you went, Azure was right behind you, watching you, protecting you. It was annoying at first, to have complained to your father on multiple occasions about how much the blue lion breathed down your neck to ensure not a single flea or fly pitched atop your head. But even then he was the only person willing to deal with your rude mouth and harsh words.

After spending some time together, you began to see Azure in a different light. You started to enjoy his company and found yourself looking forward to your moments alone with him. As you got to know him better, you began to see the little things that made him special. You started to make little crafts for him whenever you had free time, and you would sit beside him whenever you ate. Before you knew it, you had fallen for him. It didn't help that your sisters teased you about your crush, but you couldn't help the way you felt. As time went on, you grew even closer to Azure, and other guards began to notice how much you cared for him. You didn't mind, though. You were happy just being near him, and you knew that he felt the same way about you.

Of course, your father heard the news from a couple of your sisters once they giggled to themselves while walking away from the peach garden, having been stopped by their father.

"What is the meaning of this little chattering amongst my daughters?" He chuckles as his daughters run into his arms, "Father, would you believe that our beloved sister [y/n] has a crush on one of your celestial warriors?" Lianhua snickers to herself as her sister Xi Wang Mu gently slapped her sister's shoulder, "[Y/n], the princess who couldn't love has a crush on a celestial warrior who is her bodyguard! Kind of ironic don't you think Father?" The girls giggled to themselves as they ran off to their other four sisters in the palace and left their father in the hall to ponder on this newfound information, he was enraged, to say the least.

"YOU DARE TO ESTABLISH A RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE? ESPECIALLY WITH ONE OF MY CELESTIAL WARRIORS? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE AND WILL NOT BE TOLERATED."

He screamed in your face as you looked down in shame, you looked both sides, none of your sisters dared to look at you out of fear of getting reprimanded by their father; You felt alone, worse with the fact that Azure got found out for attempting to ambush your father and get you to run away with him.

Azure knelt there, not that he wanted to, only because other celestial warriors held him and his comrades to the floor with sharp weapons grazing their necks, Azure spoke up, only to be silenced shortly after.

"You leave her alone she has nothing to do with this!" "SHUT UP BEFORE I GIVE YOU A REASON TO." Nezha silenced him as he held him down with a fire wheel, burning the lion's mane slightly as Azure quieted down; The Emperor went back to scolding his daughter as she dared not to look at him from the fact that she was crying harshly whilst wiping away her tears.

"I GIVE YOU MULTIPLE SUITORS, WHAT IS SO SPECIAL ABOUT THIS LION YOU CALL YOUR LOVER-" "HE UNDERSTANDS ME, FATHER"

The room grew quiet, Nezha, the other celestial warriors, your sisters, and Azure with his comrades shared a look of shock. "HE MAKES ME HAPPY, I KNOW HE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME TO BATTLE ALONE, HE WOULD BE THERE TO PROTECT ME, TO KEEP ME SAFE SO HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHO I CAN AND CANNOT LOVE?" You cried as you held the broken hairpin Azure gave you, the emperor was shocked before yelling once more only to be silenced by your yelling.

"I WON'T STAND FOR THIS-" "THE MEN YOU BRING TO ME HAVE NEVER TRULY CARED FOR ME, BUT HE'S DIFFERENT. HE COMPLETES ME, HE MAKES ME LAUGH, AND STAYS BY MY SIDE WHEN I CRY. HE TREATS ME BETTER THAN ANY OTHER MAN YOU COULD BRING FROM BOTH HEAVEN AND EARTH. SO I DEMAND THAT YOU RESPECT MY CHOICE AND STOP INTERFERING WITH MY RELATIONSHIP-"

You fell to the floor from the slap your father gave you, your mother looked shocked and so were your sisters and Azure as he attempted to fight Nezha off him only to be held down by more celestial guards.

"Don't you EVER speak to me like that when I scold you"

You look up at the man you once called your father, shock and hurt evident on your face before you run out of the courtroom, one of your sisters rushes out to console you as the doors close, and he sits back on his throne as he began settling a suitable punishment for Azure and his comrades.

"I hereby banish thee from heaven, you are not to return and be forever damned to live out the rest of your life on earth" Nezha nods his head as they carried the perpetrators out of his courtroom, his daughters followed behind them, leaving the Jade Emperor and Wangmu alone.

"My king, don't you think you were a bit too harsh on our daughter?" She held his hand as he groans and pinched the bridge of his nose "Niang please, it's already hard to have to face my daughter after this" he looks at the gold and white doors, "But, still, don't you think it's fair you owe her an apology?" She rests her head upon his shoulder as he kissed her hand, looking in the direction she was looking on.

"Azure lion betrayed me and seduced my daughter into thinking he loves her, I only want to protect her." "I know that well my love, but don't you remember when we were younger? Remember how I acted similar to her, I too was once crowned the Princess who could not love" She looked down and smiled at the memory of the Jade Emperor attempting to court her, a soft blush grew on her face as the emperor now softened his gaze at that sugary memory. Now rethinking back, [Y/n] always had her mother's traits the most the only thing that belonged to him was her stubbornness and how she judged people.

"Am I a horrible father?" he looks down at his hand, the one that he struck on his youngest and most beloved daughter before your mother held that hand. "You never were, just misunderstood at most, but I'm not the one to say that. Go to her Yuhuang, please." She steps down off her throne and waits for him to follow, which he does shortly after as they walk down the halls to your favorite spot.

Whilst walking, they found the Garden of Peaches you loved spending your quiet time in, they heard hushed cries and consoling from multiple voices; Your eldest sister held you as you hugged her, turning into an inconsolable mess of muddled makeup and puddle of tears.

"We're so sorry [Y/n]" "We didn't know father would be so angry about this" Lianghua and Xi Wang Mu coddled you as you kept crying in Xi Wang Mu's kimono, even then you couldn't stop crying, it hurts to know that the man you loved so much was bound to be thrown out of heaven from both yours and his stupid decisions.

Wangmu looked at her husband and put a hand on his back, nodding for him to go to you as he entered the garden, your sisters stood up and held their hands before them as you still sat there, refusing to acknowledge your father and king; Your sisters left you both alone as Yuhuang sat close to you.

"Please talk to me [Y/n], you know I hate seeing you so upset" he held your hand only for you to yank it away and move far away from him, he sighed and sat closer to you before holding your hand firmly.

"Let go of me" "[Y/n] I'm trying to talk to you" he pleads for you to look him in the eyes, stopping once you refuse to look at him. "Your highness, I do not wish to speak to you as of now" "Do not refer to me like I am just a King" "Why not? No father of mine would hit me across the face and then throw out the only person that made me happy enough to live in this hellhole called heaven." "[Y/n]"

He said your name sternly, to which you stopped whilst still refusing to look him in his eyes; He gave up trying to get you to look at him and just held your hand. "Is that how you really think of this place?" he asks as you just nod, he looks at the pavement before speaking up "As much as I am against this, I am willing to allow this relationship to prosper." You look at him in shock as he continues, "Once a month I will allow Azure and his accomplices to come to the castle, with the exception that you will continue referring to me as Dad once more" "You really mean it?!" you piped up as he nods, causing you to squeal and kiss your father's forehead as you praised and thanked him, causing him to chuckle as he hugged you, sharing half a peach as you look out into the cloudy abyss.

And he kept his word, starting the next month, he allowed them to roam the castle, but mainly because you missed talking to Azure so much; Hugging him tightly and kissing his nose and he spun you around, a purr left his throat when you pet his ears as you stayed in your room for the rest of the day till it was time for him to leave.

Every chance you got, your love for him grew stronger, and it didn't help that you were given the ability to send letters to one another, some romantic and some rather suggestive but even still, your love did not falter one bit.

But over time, his letters started to slow, and he stopped coming to heaven due to his 'busy' schedule, but even then you still sent him letters professing your undying love to the lion.

Until one day, after months have passed with no letters from him, one did return! But not one you expected.

──────────────────────────────

Dear 'Princess',

Please stop sending letters to my husband. This is his wife, he is now happily married and has kids of his own to take care of alongside the woman (I) he chose to marry.

While he does read your letters, understand that you will never be his #1 priority, because he is married and has his children who he loves and cares for.

Look below to find pictures of him and I alongside our children sharing memories.

From what you can tell, he is very happy and living a life where he doesn't need to waste his breath coming to visit you because you cannot get over him.

So for the sake of my family, leave him alone, go and find a husband I don't know nor do I care, just stop talking to him.

-Signed Bīng shī gōngzhǔ

──────────────────────────────

You read it over and over again, seeing pictures of Azure with the presumed wife and children, tears flooded your face as your heart broke into two; Tearing and burning every picture and gift given to you by Azure, one of your sisters knocked on your door before entering and screamed when she saw your figure.

Your hair was a mess, your eyes were red and your clothes were crinkled and almost torn. You looked like a demon in silk clothing as you kept destroying what you had of Azure, hatred for the blue lion filled your heart as you promised that the day you saw him he would die.

After having found out what his wife sent to you he was beyond enraged, killing his wife and murdering his children before going on a rampage in a nearby village before falling unconscious. Wanting to one day explain his situation to you at some point to put your heart at ease.

*Now back to his present*

He was teleported to a room, one that he didn't remember so clearly, he was back in his original form but cuffed by a binding spell before a door behind him opened, and there sat Nezha with a blank expression before he spoke.

"Do you wish to see [Y/n] again?" he starts as he drinks the water he carries into the room before offering Azure a separate bottle of his own to drink, which he obliges before speaking.

"There's a catch here, isn't it?" "There is, but you will not like it" Nezha continues as another celestial guard summons a circle, there you lay in bed, surrounded by wires and a heart rate monitor as Azure looks at it in shock and guilt, having remembered that he placed you in the scroll.

"If you give up the rest of the Jade Emperor's powers alongside a fraction of yours, we will be able to revive her, but, all memories of what happened before her getting captured in the scroll will still be stuck in her memories. Not only that, we will allow you to live comfortably both in either heaven and earth, under the guise you give at least half of your powers in an attempt to find a new emperor"

This was a good deal, but even then he ponders on this, while it would be nice to be able to finally have a full conversation with you once you woke up, it would be difficult for him to just give up half his soul just to be ruled and controlled under Nezha's command, yet... He loved you, and he was more than willing to do whatever it took for you to forgive him.

"...Fine, but under one condition" "What is it it?" Nezha asks as he takes out a lotus flower themed vase. "If she does not marry me, then I want my freedom, my friends, and my soul back." He looks at the lotus prince, before hearing him sigh and roll his eyes.

"A deal is a deal"

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ;𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 | 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

[ultra-puzzlemaster]

Sixth and final part of my favorite LS/SC moments o/

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Wisely wise words of wisdom

Luke, I hope you're taking notes on this

When you have to tell someone that their joke is not funny

Interesting choice of words

HIM My man ❤❤❤

The first thing Descole does after being revealed is just insulting Jakes. This is why I love this guy.

Okay now Descole, you're feeling frustrated because you spent about a year digging around the entire town, and battling a giant sea creature, and acting as a butler, and scheming and blackmailing and all that, and now thanks to Layton all those time and efforts were for nothing. Anger is a perfectly valid sentiment of course, but let's not do anything rash, okay? Take deep breaths, reflect on your emotions, take a walk in the woods perhaps and--

OH, COME ON!

Hahaha he still believes these two are gonna be reasonable :')

They're talking...

I smell something illegal, but at this point it's not like I care

There's no way the people who made this scene thought Descole was straight. If you believe otherwise you're just lying to yourself.

I'd like to see that

Yes, all the people who called you a witch and said mean things about you were actually just worried! Nobody was worried about Tony though, he's not cute enough

Er... Emmy? Are you really willing to risk Arianna's life for fame? Wait no not for fame, for immediate fame???

...

Well I hope you have a very good reason for not wanting to keep this discovery a secret for a couple months :/

Clark I'm sorry I think I accidentally adopted your son

Don't worry sir, you'll see stranger things

Maggie HOW DARE YOU Arigatōgozaimashita, Otaki-san

Layton is regretting his life choices

This is not gonna end well

WHY ARE CHILDREN DOING EVERYTHING IN THIS TOWN

I'm not crying you're crying 😥

On your left, ladies and gentlemen, an extremely rare photo of Loosha, the last specimen of a now extinct aquatic specie.

And on your right, a photo of something even more rare: an official acknowledgment of Flora's existence! Many believe this specie to be extinct for good, while others still hope it will reappear someday. Only the future will tell!

And that's the end of my playthrough, hope you had a good time! If you wanna see me comment on the other games, let me know o/

First - Previous

[missmarj]

Platonic Gojo x Y/n relationship, Itadori Yuuji x Y/n

angst, MAJOR SPOILERS, mentions of death and grief

Itadori Yuuji is the sunshine personified.

So it only made sense that it is pouring heavily right now. That everyone he had left feels numb and cold, with dark heavy clouds of sorrow looming over your heads.

Gojo always thought people like Yuuji, you come across them just once in this lifetime. And he was right.. Gojo hates it when he turns out right. Because against his better judgement, he always does things that he knows will end up hurting him in the end.

Like getting attached to the kid he swore he'll only use to get to Sukuna.. and encouraging you to dive in head first when you confided that you have fallen in love with your fellow student with the reasoning that, "You'll only regret it more if you did not say anything."

Seeing you now, distraught and in agony with the loss of your soulmate has Gojo's heart searing in familiar pain. He had been in your shoes before. Losing someone you love, losing your best friend.

He stands corrected still.. Love being the greatest curse there is.

Now, here you and Gojo sit in the quietness of the student dorms with nothing but grief and your broken hearts. Aside from the water rushing on the river nearby and the pitter patter of the rain against the ground and small puddles it made, there were your soft sniffles and restrained sobs.

The other students are all confined in their rooms, dealing with their grief in their own ways. But you chose to sit out here in front of the dorm building, tearful gaze trained on the arch, willing Yuuji to come walking through there one last time. And Gojo sat with you hoping the same thing even though he was there when the young man left the world.

Without saying anything, Gojo pulls you to him. Somehow, this gesture makes the agony you feel even more intense. Your walls are crumbling all around you, it was as if his pain and yours became one and all you could do to alleviate it was sob in your teacher's chest.

Gojo was once again grateful to the cloth hiding his eyes because he was able to appear strong for you. He strokes your hair, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead as he keeps you there in his embrace. He lets you cry as hard as you could, curling in on yourself as you muffle your screams against Gojo's strong chest until you just couldn't anymore. Until your throat was hoarse, until your eyes felt dry from all the tears you cried.

For the first time in a while, Gojo was quiet. Mainly because he fears you'll hear the crack in his voice if ever tries to say words of comfort he knows will do nothing to rid you of the pain currently wrecking your insides anyway. Afraid that you'll read through his facade and know that he's just as broken as you are at the moment.

So he just holds you through it, until your cries fade into soft whimpers and deep sighs.

Exhaustion finally hits you and you sag against your mentor's chest. Gojo sees the sleepless nights finally catches up with you and he whispers, "Rest, Y/n. Don't fight it."

So you let your eyes fall close and let the man you entrusted with your life and the boy you love pull you up in his arms to carry you.

Gojo lays you in bed. And without opening your eyes you knew he didn't carry you to your room but to Yuuji's. When the teacher sees your face crumpling as he tucks you in with your boyfriend's blanket that still smells just like him, sees tears coming to line the lashes of your closed eyes, he places a gentle hand against your cheek and asks, "Do you want me to stay?"

Before you could even finish nodding, Gojo was crawling to your side and pulling you to his chest.

"I miss him already." You whimper, bunching your mentor's uniform in your fist. Gojo's lip quivers for a second as his gaze dances around his student's room. Gojo sees everything for the first time. The small trinkets he had given Yuuji overtime by his dresser, photographs of them over the holidays plastered haphazardly on the walls, some wrappers of the mochi he had given Yuuji just recently still on the small table by his window..

Gojo blinks away the tears before they could fully form, quickly recomposing himself for you. He needs you now, he can deal with his grief later.

He pats your arm gently, as if he's putting a babe to sleep. Gojo admits uncharacteristically in a soft voice, saying, "I miss the brat too. More than I could possibly have thought I would." He smirks as he pulls you just enough to make you look up at him. "He's probably smug about this now. That we're all missing him this much."

Gojo lets out a half hearted laugh and you do too, smiling through your tears. "But of course, once he's over that, I'm sure he'll feel extremely bad seeing all of us this upset." Gojo wipes the fresh tear that slides past the bridge of your nose with his forefinger, murmuring, "You especially."

At this, you sigh. Your cloudy gaze falling on your fingers mindlessly still grasping at Gojo's uniform.

"So cry it all out now." He tells you. "Hell, for the next few days or weeks. Until you feel like you've let it all out. Don't hold it all back to appear strong because there is no need for that." He squeezes you arm once and winks. "Because that's my job."

You look up at your teacher and realize he has taken off his blindfold. Gojo's eyes always held such power but at this very moment, all you feel is a sense of security. A wave of comfort washes over you and you sigh for the nth time today.

"Thank you, sensei." You mutter. Letting out a laugh when he pinches your nose playfully.

"Now, get some sleep. You're starting to look like Panda." Gojo teases and grins when you roll your eyes but feels you settle in his arms.

"Don't leave me too, okay?" You whisper as you close your eyes. Somehow, Gojo knew you meant not just now when you fall asleep. Realizing that at this point, you have lost more than anyone could bear in one lifetime.

And this only fortifies his resolve to make the world a better, safer place for the lot of you, his students. And for all the future Yuujis, Nobaras, Nanamis and Getos.. All those he failed to save.

"Never. I'll be here no matter what." Gojo whispers against the top of your head, his hold on you subconsciously tightening. "Sleep well." He wishes you and hopes that by the moment you open your eyes again, you'll feel at least a little better.

"You too, sensei." You whisper, patting his chest sleepily back as if mimicking what he is doing to your arm earlier that Gojo laughs. His quiet laughter fades though and his heart clenches when he hears you say, "You know we'll always be here for you too."

[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Banquet for the Scarlet Flower Dyed in Darkness: Episode 7

Jessica: ...No, it's because I'm a coward. I'm willing to play this role for him, but I…I…

Jessica says in a trembling voice as she walks through the dark, deep forest where even moonlight barely reaches. The lantern she holds is the only light, showing her a few steps ahead and her trembling figure.

Jessica: Strange things have been happening in the forest one after another since that night. Ivan repeatedly reassured me: everything would be fine. I want to dismiss the legends as mere tales, but then…what was that thing I saw in the forest? The color of the flowers turned black. The animals are acting strange too... What will happen to me?...When I think about that, I become scared. I’m afraid to face something I don’t know…

Heathcliff: Jessica...

The sounds of the night forest are the rustling of leaves, the chirping of insects, and the singing of birds. I can feel the presence of life, even though I can't see it. If I were to walk alone in the darkness, perhaps it would be better to hear no sound at all. The sound of a beast's breath, the sound of footsteps on the ground. It is too cruel to make someone listen only to the sounds of approaching threats and then throw them into the darkness.

Akira: (How much terror must Jessica have felt every time strange, unknown things happened? No matter how prepared you are, it's still terrifying to throw yourself into the unknown, even if it's a god that everyone believes in. Even more so if it's something you don’t understand…) I’m at a loss for words. In the midst of this silence, a low voice speaks up.

Oz: You haven't given up on that role yet, have you?

It's Oz. His lantern emits a warm orange glow. His figure looks very stern in the deep, dark forest, but his gaze is not merely cold. His eyes, like burning flames, with a power akin to that of a god who can move nature at will, stare intently at Jessica.

Oz: With unwavering resolve, you've embraced this role, ready to throw your life for it. If you have no regrets, step forward again. You are a wizard. Cast aside your hesitation and follow your true heart.

A strong, unwavering voice. It sounds cold, but it also feels like a light illuminating the dark path, comforting the heart.

Murr: Oz gave a great speech!

Shino: Indeed, so even you can say words of encouragement at times.

Riquet: He is a bit slow, but I like Oz's words. It gives me a sense of strength and support.

Heathcliff: ...Just as Lord Oz said. Jessica, you'll be fine. You've been working so hard all by yourself since the Night of Calamity.

Jessica bites her trembling lip and takes a deep breath. Arthur, who has been watching the conversation between them, has a sparkling look in his eyes as if he is genuinely happy. And then he smiles gently at her.

Arthur: Lady Jessica, I don't think you failed your role. You're still facing the unknown without succumbing to fear, holding your ground. And we're here with you too, so let's go together. To the deepest part of The Demon Lord Forest.

Finally, we reach the innermost part of the forest. Our feet are submerged in a sea of "Oz" flowers, and we are wading through flowers that are taller than our knees. It is like crossing a pitch-black sea.

Akira: It's really a flower field stretching as far as the eye can see. Oz flowers are blooming everywhere I look…

Lennox: Certainly, this sight is quite different from what we saw along the way.

Riquet: And the sweet scent of flowers fills the air It's like I'm wandering in another world...

Finally, Oz raises his hand. And the lights of the lanterns everyone holding go out. The surroundings are swallowed by deep darkness.

Oz: It's time.

A faint morning sunlight peeks through the gaps between the trees. The flower field, as if faintly glowing, rises from the darkness in a crimson and silvery glow.

Arthur: Beautiful... It's so fantastical, like something coming from a storybook.

Shino: It's creepy, but not bad.

Murr:Yup! The light reflects off the flowers and it's all sparkly like the sea!

Heathcliff: Huh...?

While everyone is captivated by the scenery, Heathcliff looks up at something, and a black thing whizzes past. It sways and sways in the morning sunlight, gradually taking shape.

Riquet: A person? No... it resembled a shadow cast by the light.

Black shadows of various shapes pass through the flower field: Birds dart through the trees, rabbits hop past our feet, deer and wild boars roam nearby.

Faust: ...Shadows. Probably from the animals that live in the surrounding forest, or from the villagers.

Murr: I can sense living presences. Seems like only shadows separated from their master's bodies are being called here.

Akira: Only shadows...?

It's a strange and surreal sight. But also beautiful enough to be scarily out of this world. Despite feeling scared, I can’t take my eyes off the shadows that are swaying and moving in the light.

Shino: The shadows are wandering around, but their main bodies are left somewhere? Are the bodies okay though?

Oz: For now. They are temporarily floating after leaving the main bodies. But a shadow is the other half of oneself. If they stay separated, their minds and bodies will soon be in danger.

At that moment, Jessica, who has been watching the scene from the side, takes a step forward.

Akira: Jessica...?

As if invited, she walks towards the center of the flower field with soulless eyes. Her black dress flows in the wind.

Faust: Let's follow Jessica. Oz, may I ask for your help to protect the Sage?

Oz: Yes. Sage, come this way.

Akira: O-okay. Excuse me, but is Jessica okay? She is acting strange somehow...

Faust: It's dangerous to move rashly before we understand the situation. Let's observe the shadows and see how things go.

Following Jessica, the wizards also blend into the shadows in their dark robes.

Jessica:……

In the center of the flower field, Jessica's black hair flutters in the wind. Her hand is held by the shadow of a young child. As if guided by the darkness, Jessica takes one step, then two, dancing as she approaches the flower field. In the midst of the faintly glowing reddish-black sea, the wizards flutter their robes, following the shadows that sway like jellyfish. The fabric flutters in the wind, hands and feet moving gracefully like a dance. The beautiful and bewitching movements are befitting of a ritual. As if becoming one with this strange forest, everything blends into the scenery.

Oz: Sage, is there anything wrong with your body?

Akira: Ah... No. Thanks to Oz's magic, I've been fine ever since.

Oz: I see.

Akira: (Oz is moving while avoiding the shadows, but somehow, it looks like he's dancing beautifully. I'm also getting used to this situation somehow because Oz is holding my hand...)

Sometimes the shadows brush against our hands and feet. The touched shadows scatter like mist and then quickly slip away. They beautifully reflect in the morning sunlight. The sight looks so surreal, like a midsummer night’s dream.

Jessica: ……

Suddenly, Jessica raises her hand. Perched on her finger is the shadow of a small bird with a slightly long tail. Jessica gently brings her lips to the shadow, and then…

[Rustling sound]

Heathcliff: W-what was that sound just now...

Shino: Something fell from that tree over there.

Lennox: I'll go take a look.

Murr: I'm going tooooo~!

Lennox and Murr bend their backs, pushing through the flowers and avoiding the shadows. Lennox picks up a small bird and places it on his palm. It has no shadow.

Heathcliff: It's not moving. Is it dead...?

Murr: No, its heart is beating! It's the same as when Chloe cast his temporary death spell!

Lennox: This long tail looks like the shadow of the bird that Jessica kissed?

Heathcliff: No way…then that means…?!

Everyone's eyes turn to Jessica. She is dancing with a female-like shadow that twirls its long skirt. And then, she pulls the hand she is holding close and kisses the back of it.

[Sounds of various animals]

Heathcliff, Shino, Lennox: Ah!

Riquet: The shadows is being sucked into the forest...

Arthur: They’re melting away and disappearing...?

While everyone is staring at the forest, Faust pushes through the swaying shadows and go to Oz's side.

Faust: As I thought...something hidden in that darkness is controlling the ritual.

Oz: Yes. Using the sacrifice as medium, it can absorb the shadows and take in their life forces. The spirits lurking in the darkness are the ones calling them in.

At that moment, a sound of flowers parting is heard from behind.Emerging from the hut, swaying, is the figure of a boy who shouldn't be here.

Heathcliff: Ivan?!

Shino: That guy, he said he'd wait at home...! Did he follow us secretly?

But his footsteps as he walks this way are strange. His eyes are vacant, and he is muttering something.

Ivan: ...Lord Oz's….guidance...

Oz: ...He's been captivated by the spirit.

Mur: Hahaha! From the very beginning, the spirit had no intention of letting Ivan go. Jessica isn't a substitute for the sacrifice. The two of them are just destined to share the same fate of death! The greedy forest wants to take both Ivan and Jessica!

Despite the chaos, Jessica snatches another shadow.

Episode 6 | Episode 8

[conversationsofyou]

a birthdaze snip from Fastlove in honor of another trip around the sun. tis the season 🫶🏻

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Song: Take The A Train by Duke Ellington 

It's a quarter past five o'clock, peak end of day travel. All the nine to fives are itching to get home. Harry and Zayn have been riding the subway for a few minutes. The chaos that is Manhattan rush hour has begun. It's an unspoken way of life for New Yorkers, don't draw attention and mind your business. 

Harry's trying and failing to not suffocate to death from the designer denim he decided to wear straight out of the store. They didn't feel this stiff in the fitting room.

After much deliberation, they agreed on a few different washes. Zayn managed to pull a rabbit out of his hat and convinced Harry to buy a white pair of jeans. Zayn took a photo of him in them and sent it to everyone in the group chat.

Of course their close friend Nicky, who's also a fellow drag queen from Lucky Cheng's, chimed in first and asked where Harry's dick had disappeared to. Harry proceeded to shove the phone down his pants for a quick shot as hard evidence. 

Now, filled with deep regret, Harry shifts and struggles in the orange and beige plastic seat. 

He attempts to be as subtle as possible while grabbing his crotch. "Shit. They're so fucking tight," he whispers.

"That's what he sa—" Harry pinches Zayn's nipple. He doesn't even flinch. 

Harry releases a meditative exhale. "I feel like I can't breathe and my balls will never forgive me."

Zayn shakes his head. "They're brand new designer jeans. Of course it's cramped in there. Why is this an issue? Your jeans normally look painted on."

"Don't mock my pain."

"I told you to wear your old ones out of the store. Designer needs time to meld to your body."

"They're not new shoes. I don't need to break them in." He stretches his legs out to admire his new boots.

"Says the one who owns two pairs of jeans."

He grips onto Zayn's bicep. "Thank you Zayneth, overlord of retail. Do you finally receive your horns with another sacrifice to the fashion gods?"

"You'll be thanking me when someone with a modicum of good taste notices how hot you look in overpriced jeans. Just lay one on me now, you know I'm right." Zayn nudges his sharp cheek in his face.

Harry rolls his eyes. "I don't care if anyone notices," he mumbles through a smile and kisses Zayn's cheek.

The suit beside them clears his throat. Harry glances over as the bloke squirms in his seat, discomfort evident from their harmless embrace. The Wall Street Journal's clasped tightly in his fingers. He flips a page obnoxiously to drive the point home.

Zayn, never one to bite his tongue, snips, "Something wrong, sweetheart?" He angles his head toward the man's face.

"Zayn..."

"No H, I'd like to know what the fuss is." He edges closer. "Oh cupcake, did your Viagra stock plummet?" He clicks his tongue against his teeth in mock sympathy. Harry needs to get them off this train before The Brooklyn is fully unleashed.

"Not now. Look, our transfers next. Get up." 

He grabs Zayn’s hand to spring him into action. The familiar monotone voice announces the next stop over the crackled speaker.

Song: Where Angels Fear To Tread by Disclosure 

Harry collects the copious amount of shopping bags and nudges his tempestuous friend, urging him to move. Wills him to. Zayn stands up to leave and, of course, blows a kiss to the suit.

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bonus snippet/summary up next. tagging the usual suspects and anyone else feeling frisky w some high art to share: @alarrylarrie @becomeawendybird @beelou @crinkle-eyed-boo @femstyles @fallinglikethis @hiccoops @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @lookslikefairytale @twopoppies @toomanydreamers

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Beside you until the very end, chapter 7 (epilogue)

WARNING: get tissues, you'll need them.

Time had gone by, and it was almost the end of the term. While his classmates were talking about going home for the holidays, Philip kept to himself, not wanting to even think about it.

The truth was, he had nowhere to go.

After Eleazar’s death, things had changed. The security he felt had been taken from him, and he felt lost.

He left the common room, wandering without a destination. Before he knew it, he was entering the Hogsmeade graveyard. The graveyard… he hadn’t been there since Eleazar’s funeral. He approached the grave, unsure of what to do, yet, despite not really believing in an afterlife, it made sense to him.

“I remember the first time I saw you; you approached me as I was unloading a cart in the market and asked if I needed help. It was the first time someone showed me true kindness…”

He stopped, feeling choked up and his eyes starting to water. After taking a deep breath, he kept talking. “When you took me in, I felt happy. I knew I wouldn’t have to go back to that life, and I knew I was safe. I am glad you and Miriam took care of me. I miss her, but you’re with her now. Say hi to her for me.” He couldn’t stop the tears from falling now, tear tracks visible on his face. He stood there, sobbing for he didn’t know how long.

“You sacrificed yourself for me and saved my life. I miss you, dad” Dad. Philip had never referred to Eleazar as such, even after being adopted, and deeply regretted it. He regretted not being able to contain the magic in the repository by himself. If he had done it, Eleazar would still be alive, and they would probably be having one last butterbeer before the holidays.

Aesop approached Eleazar’s grave, before recognising Philip standing before it. He stood back, supported by his cane, waiting for the boy to finish paying his respects to his adoptive father.

As Philip was leaving, Aesop approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know I would probably find you here. I’m sorry for your loss, truly. I remember the look on his face when he told me he had finally got all he needed to adopt you. He was a good mentor and a good father. He would be very proud of you.”

Silence fell between them, while Philip tried to process what had been said. Would it be true? Would Eleazar really be proud of him? He had indirectly led him to his death and couldn’t forgive himself for it.

“Listen…” Aesop said in a low, calm tone. “You are still underage and need a legal guardian. What would you say if I took that role? I will probably not be as good as Eleazar was, but I am willing to try.” “I… don’t know what to say. Thank you, sir.” Philip looked at Aesop, who squeezed his shoulder. They stood like this for a while. Philip then left, leaving Aesop to pay his own respects.

“Damn it, Eleazar. I’m taking over from you. If you’re not happy with this plan, we’ll settle this in heaven, or wherever you are.”

Suddenly, he felt a slight breeze, and he could almost hear Eleazar giving him his blessing. “I will maybe not be as good as you were, but I will try my hardest. Philip deserves it.”

Philip went back to one of his vivariums to check on Snowball, the white kneazle he had convinced Eleazar to adopt after Miriam’s death. He sat next to her, feeling her soft fur. Hearing her purring calmed him down, and he knew it would take time, but things would get better.

[siilverwiitch]

Chapter 3: Let's see where this goes.

Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaeya, Kaeya's Father & Diluc

Language: English

Words: 803

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The days passed in a blur of cautious hope and tentative steps. Despite the rocky beginnings and the weight of past mistakes, I felt a glimmer of possibility. Each day, I endeavoured to build a bridge, fragile though it may be, towards Kaeya.

My routine remained the same—observing from a distance, learning more about the city and its people, and understanding the new world Kaeya lived in. I made frequent visits to the Angel’s Share, often sharing a nod or a few words with Diluc. His cautious acceptance of me was a silent testament to his trust in Kaeya's judgment.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Mondstadt, I decided to take a different approach. It was time to be more than just a shadow on the periphery of Kaeya's life. I needed to show him that I was committed to being here, to making amends.

I found him at the training grounds of the Knights of Favonius, engaged in a sparring session with a few of the younger knights. His movements were precise, his demeanor a mix of authority and encouragement. It was clear he was respected and admired by those around him. I watched from a distance, not wanting to interrupt, but hoping to find a moment when we could talk.

As the session ended, Kaeya caught sight of me and, after a brief exchange with his fellow knights, he walked over, wiping sweat from his brow.

"You're persistent, I'll give you that," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I have to be," I replied. "I can't afford to lose this chance."

He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Come on, let's walk."

We strolled through the city, the evening air cool and refreshing. For a while, we walked in silence, the sounds of Mondstadt filling the spaces between us.

"Do you remember much about our home?" Kaeya asked suddenly, his voice soft.

The question caught me off guard. "Some," I admitted. "Fragments, mostly. The feeling of the place, the sounds, the smell of the charred rubble."

Kaeya nodded. "I've tried to remember, but it's hard. It's been so long. I don't even know if I can trust my memories anymore."

"Do you want to remember?" I asked, cautiously.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I think so. But not just the place. I want to understand why. Why you left me? Why you made the choices you did."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "I left because I believed it was the only way to protect you. Our nation was falling apart, and I thought you would be safer here. I was wrong. I see that now. But at the time, I thought I was doing what was best for you. I was doing what I was told was the right thing… it's not an excuse but I was young and scared for the child I had barely gotten the chance to know."

"And now?" he asked, looking at me intently. "What do you want now?"

"I want to know you," I said simply. "I want to be part of your life if you'll let me. I can't change the past, but I can be here now. I regret leaving you that night"

Kaeya looked at me, his expression unreadable. "It's not going to be easy," he said finally. "Trust isn't something you can rebuild overnight."

"I know," I replied. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

He nodded, a small smile on his face. "Alright then. Let's see where this goes."

The following weeks were a dance of tentative steps and cautious conversations. I spent more time volunteering for tasks and doing odd jobs around Mondstadt. I wanted to understand Kaeya's world from the inside out. Each interaction, each shared moment, felt like a brick laid in the foundation of something new and fragile.

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One evening a few weeks later, we sat by the fountain in the main square, the gentle sound of water mingling with the laughter and chatter of the townsfolk. Kaeya turned to me, his expression serious.

"There's one thing I need to know," he said. "Why now? Why come back after all this time?"

I took a deep breath, the weight of his question heavy on my heart. "Because I realized that running away was a mistake. I thought I was protecting you, but I was only protecting myself from the pain of losing you. I've spent years haunted by that decision, and I can't live with that regret anymore. I want to make things right, no matter what it takes."

Kaeya studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright," he said softly. "Let's see where this goes."

[worksby-d]

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 ℒ𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Pairing: best friend’s dad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend's dad helps you forget about your recent break up.

Warnings: Age gap (reader in her early 20s), unprotected sex (kind of. birth control is mentioned, I guess), oral (f receiving), fingering, slight choking, pet names (babygirl, princess), calling him “daddy,” dominant!Andy but still very soft because he can't help it, dubcon since she’s in a vulnerable state (but she’s the one that initiates it), 18+

Word count: ~2,500

Part Two

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Making his way down the hallway, Andy braces himself to walk by the guest bedroom, willing himself to not pop his head in and come up with an excuse to talk to you more.

As it was, he spent the entire evening kicking himself anytime he caught his gaze lingering on you for too long.

When Jacob told him he was bringing a friend home, letting them stay over for a night on their way to their family for the holidays, he didn't expect you– didn't expect to be rendered speechless, almost nervous, by the young woman he's heard about countless times over the past couple months.

He immediately made up an excuse for stumbling over his words as he greeted you guys. “Sorry,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hand on Jacob’s shoulder. “I'm just always worried I'm going to embarrass my boy in front of his friends.”

His little joke had an adverse effect though. Once he heard the shy giggle you let out, he couldn't think about anything else.

A noise pulls him from his thoughts as he walks by your room, causing him to take a step back so he can listen closer. Realizing it's the sound of you crying, he furrows his brow, contemplating whether to say anything.

He holds his arm up, waiting a second before knocking on the door quietly, “Y/N?” He doesn't hear you say anything though, so he carefully opens it to peek in. “Is everything ok?”

You jump in your spot on the edge of the bed, grabbing a pillow to hold onto as you dry your tears.

“Oh God–” He looks away quickly, realizing you're only wearing a sports bra and shorts. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh a little. “Yeah.” You clear your throat. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?” He slowly looks back toward you, and makes his way over to sit on the other end of the bed, keeping a distance between the two of you.

Shaking your head, you let out another sob and rest your head against the pillow in your arms. Andy just sits there silently, waiting for you to say something.

“My boyfriend just broke up with me last week,” you finally let out when you feel like you can talk again. “I just got a notification that tomorrow’s his birthday. I forgot and– I thought I was getting over it, but,” you shrug and shake your head, letting out a deep breath.

Andy wordlessly moves closer to you, resting a hand on your back to stroke soothing circles. He doesn't know what to say, just lets the silence take over again.

“Think on the bright side,” he eventually starts. “You're headed home for a few weeks. You'll get that time to relax and take your mind off him.”

Simply nodding, you lean against him.

“I'm sure he'll regret it, by the way,” he tries to joke.

You don't believe him though, letting out a sad laugh. “He'll just find someone prettier, and smarter, and–”

“Don't say that,” he gently interrupts you, stilling his hand to get your attention. “You're all those things.”

Sniffling, you lift your head to look at him with pleading eyes, wondering if he means it. “You think so?”

“I mean… Yeah– sorry. Didn't want to say it, uh, say that you're pretty out loud. But you– you definitely are,” he stammers through it. “Sorry.”

He's relieved when he hears a small laugh as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I don't know what to say. I have a son, so… But these things happen. You'll be okay.”

Neither of you make an effort to move, instead you begin unloading on him everything you've been bottling up lately – how pathetic you feel for even being upset over it when he was a shitty guy anyway, always getting mad at you for small things, not being supportive, not reciprocating the affection you showed him.

“He was so immature,” you end your rant with, making Andy laugh a little at that. “Need someone like you instead…” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you lift your head to look at him again, and without thinking, lean to kiss him.

Catching him off guard, he quickly pulls away, regretting it when he sees the horrified look on your face.

“Sorry, oh God. I'm sor–”

“No, no, hey,” he immediately grabs you gently as you try to stand up to leave, and pulls you back down next to him. “It’s okay,” he assures you, leaning back in to kiss you again, mumbling, “I liked it.”

Not breaking the kiss, he pulls the pillow you've been holding onto out of your arms and tosses it back toward the head of the bed. With your hands freed, your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up in an attempt to get it off of him.

Before it goes too far though, he breaks away to get up and make sure the door is locked, pulling his shirt off for you.

He melts at your content smile, joining you back on the bed. “Lay back,” he gestures for you to get comfortable. “May I?”

You nod timidly, feeling his fingers tugging lightly on the waistband of your shorts, allowing him to slip them off of you before he leans back over you, starting with soft kisses that start at your lips and trail down along your neck.

Your quiet moans make him chuckle. “Gonna show you everything you've been missing out on by fooling around immature college boys,” he promises, teasingly nipping at your neck. “Gonna be your daddy tonight.”

You shudder at the switch up of his tone, knowing he means it, as he moves on to kissing across your chest. You're putty in his hands as he helps you sit up enough so he can pull your bra off.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he groans quietly, laying you back down.

Heat rises to your cheeks, hands moving slightly as you go to cover yourself out of habit, but he doesn't give you the chance. His lips are wrapped around your left nipple, tongue flicking against it as his fingers toy with the other.

“Andy,” you gasp when his teeth graze against the hardened bud as he moves to take the other in his mouth. “Holy shit.”

Your writhing against him doesn't faze him, doesn't get him to give in and give you more yet. He continues taking his time, moving next to press soft kisses down the center of your chest, all the way down your stomach.

“Your boyfriend ever take his time with you like this?” Your eyes meet his as you look down, and you bite your lip, shaking your head. “Of course not,” he tsks, making it to the waistband of your panties, but not touching them yet.

“Please,” you whine, a defeated huff escaping your lips watching him litter your thighs with kisses instead, playfully biting at your sensitive skin every so often, making sure to leave marks.

Impatiently, you buck your hips toward him, but he puts an end to that by draping an arm over your waist to keep you in place.

“Nuh, uh, uh,” he laughs, backing away from you continuing to squirm against his hold, and you groan, dropping your head back against the pillows. “Patience, babygirl. Just gonna start by…” His voice trails off, followed by the feeling of the tip of his finger teasing against your pussy over your panties.

“Oh,” you gasp, clenching around nothing as his finger strokes over your clit, thighs trembling slightly against his arms that are keeping your legs spread.

“Oh, that quiver,” he coos, voice mocking as he finally moves so he can help you out of your panties, practically having to peel them off of you. “Fuck, you're so wet.”

“Andy,” you mewl, the anticipation killing you waiting for him to settle back between your legs.

Just as anxious to get a taste of you as you are to feel his mouth on you, he doesn't make you wait any longer. He lightly grazes the tip of his tongue along your slit, barely dipping in between your folds. It’s when he flicks his tongue against your swollen clit that you let out a squeal, prompting him to give you more. Smirking, he finally spreads you with his fingers so he can taste more of you. His tongue teases at your entrance before bringing the attention back to your clit, now wrapping his lips around it.

The noises you're making has him guessing no one's gone down on you like this before. “That boyfriend of yours never did it this well, huh?”

“He never–” You suck in a breath and let it out shakily as he flicks his tongue again. “Did it at all,” you murmur shyly.

“He never went down on you?” He’s utterly shocked, looking up at you, letting out a laugh of disbelief. “Fuck, I'd be eating this pussy every goddamn day.”

He doubles his efforts after that, plunging a finger into you while his tongue continues to work at you. His groans vibrate right through you, bringing you to the edge quickly. “Gonna come already?” He hums, feeling you clench around his finger. “Come on, princess. Come for me.”

With his encouragement, you come undone instantly. Not being able to help it, a loud moan rips from your throat, forcing you to slap your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself as he continues working you through it.

Chest heaving, ears ringing, oversensitive, you barely even notice him pull away from you, kissing back up your body until he's face to face with you.

Slowly opening your eyes, you’re met with his lust-blown ones gazing down at you.

“You sound fucking beautiful, but you have to stay quiet for me,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck below your ear. “Have a feeling I’m gonna have to wrap my hand around this pretty neck of yours to keep you quiet.”

You whimper, digging your nails into his back. Your hips instinctively move up toward his, chasing that feeling of his hard cock pressing against your cunt.

“Oh, you want my cock bad,” he laughs, lifting himself up to look down at you. “I know. You deserve it now, pretty girl.”

Sitting back on his knees, he slips his jeans and briefs off. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, bigger than any guy you've been with. He catches your look and winks at you. “Don't worry, we’ll make it fit,” he teases, gently grabbing your hips to move you where he wants you beneath him.

“Okay,” you nod, not having the chance to dwell on it any longer as he starts dragging the head of his cock through your folds, eliciting whimpers from you each time he taps it against your clit.

Driving his own self crazy with the teasing, he finally lets just the tip press into you. “Shit,” he hisses, his head falling back. “Was going slow just to tease you, but looks like I don't even have a choice, you're so tight.”

He works inch by inch of his cock into you, turning you both into heavy-breathing messes, before pulling back out of you completely and slamming right back into you.

Your gasp and residual sigh of pleasure has him leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours to swallow your moans. “Yeah, you like that?”

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut again.

“Yes…?” He waits for you to correct yourself, stilling his hips when you don't. “Daddy?”

“Yes,” you whine, feeling him thrust into you harshly again. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he pants, beginning to fuck into you with a steady rhythm.

Trying your hardest to stay quiet, you can't contain your moans anymore when his thrusts become faster and harder. He quickly guides your leg that he's holding to wrap around his waist and puts his newly-freed hand around your neck to quiet you.

“You ever had a cock like this?” He growls, and all you can do now as his fingers press carefully against the sides of your neck is shake your head. “I know you haven't. It’s a damn shame, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

His hips move against you relentlessly as he chases his own high. “Need you to come for me again, pretty girl. Can you do that for me, for daddy?”

You can't say no even if you wanted to, your body reacting to his words like they're magic. Your jaw drops open in a silent moan as your second orgasm washes over you, your whole body trembling beneath him.

He doesn't let up, bringing himself dangerously close to his release before asking, “Where do you want it?”

His hand around your throat loosens enough so you can talk, but in your daze you slowly open your eyes to look at him, choking out, “Want what?”

“Uh,” he lets out a breathless laugh. “My–”

“Oh! Oh God,” you cringe, realizing quickly what he meant.

His thrusts falter and become slower for just a moment as you bring your hands up to cover your face. He chuckles, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, pressing a few soft kisses to your skin. “You're adorable.”

Shaking your head, you let out a breath before finally answering him quietly. “In me.”

You pull your hands away from your face, resting them on his shoulders as he lifts himself back up to look down at you. “Are you sure? Because–”

“Yes,” you nod, eyelids flitting again as your sensitive cunt continues to take him. “I'm still on the pill.”

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out, driving into you a few harsh, final times before his hips stutter, stilling against yours, and he lets out a couple deep groans as his release spills inside you.

Gently collapsing on top of you, you both breathe out muffled breaths against each other’s shoulders, still trying to stay as hushed as possible.

As soon as he feels you’ve stopped shuddering beneath him, he reluctantly pushes himself off of you, pulling out so he can roll over next to you.

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, pulling you against him when you whimper at the loss of the fullness you felt.

He holds you against him like that, tucking your head under his chin, rubbing your back until you relax.

“What did we just do?” Your question comes out breathless, piercing the silence, and he tenses up thinking you're already regretting it. You feel it, and hug him tighter to reassure him, burying your face closer against his chest. “And why do I kind of want to do it again?”

Letting out a relieved laugh, he kisses your forehead. “We could definitely arrange that.”

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BTS MASTERLIST

OT7

Crown

Sneak peak

Premise: In a world where vampires, werewolves, Fae folk and magic coincide harmoniously. What are the odds that 7 of these beings would share a single mate. She's not human, but something else entirely. Is she really worth finding out?

Supernatural AU // series

Ft. Straykids

💜♾💜♾💜

Not Gonna Happen

Premise: Fight or Flight. Meet BTS or run away from BTS?

"Uh guys.... she's rolling away." Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to hinder your escape. "I hate all of you." You groan at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up letting out a deep sigh, wishing the ground would open from under you.

drabble

Ft. TXT

💜♾💜♾💜

The Price We Pay

Premise: Shoes echo in the room as they all leave him alone with his thoughts. Goodbyes unheard by the man now drenched in sweat, fists gripped tightly to his desk. This could be a terrible idea, one of his worst, but he had to try.

There was only one person capable of helping him now, to keep his boys safe.

But at what cost?

Mafia au // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

"The Restricted Collection"

Premise: You'll have to enroll to find out.

Warnings: *will update*

Hogwarts au's // Mini-Series

💜♾💜♾💜

Gambler's Ruin

Premise: It was a bet gone wrong. A bet they didn't think they'd loose.

Warnings: Swearing, toxic friendships

college au's // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

RUN

Premise: Running was their thing. But when it became a problem rather than a solution, it was time for you to start running.

Warnings: hurt/no comfort

drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

Gone Once Again

Premise: Too many mistakes. Each one a new regret. The only hope for you to not be seen.

Warnings: hurt/no comfort

drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

GIF by ksjknj

Kim Namjoon

To Breathe Again

Premise: It was never supposed to be him. You'd never let it be him, you'd be damned if you lost him. So you'll do anything to get him back...anything.

body swapping au // Series

💜♾💜♾💜

GIF by jinfesta

Kim Seokjin

Truth or Lies

Premise: It was up to him to decide. You knew this wasn't something to push. “Are we telling the truth or are we lying?”, patiently you waited.

drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

GIF by yoonggi

Min Yoongi

Headphones

Premise: Just a figure in Yoongi's studio, that is until someone finally asked about you.

drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

Endlessly Yours,

Premise: If only lilies weren't so lethal.

Hanahaki au // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

GIF by hope-film

Jung Hoseok

How Far

Premise: No matter how far or how much time has past memories still follow you.

drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

Love Revocation

Premise: Only your brothers would be willing to step in and try to change your future. But history isn't easy to overcome, even if it is all but forgotten.

Historical au // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

Park Jimin

Must Be

Premise: *COMING SOON*

Adopted siblings au // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

GIF by sugaa

Kim Taehyung

Lucid

Sneak peak

Premise: What if this lucid dream isn't his? What if he isn't the only one brought here? What if she's the one deciding? Either way she never speaks a word.

Lucid Dream au // series

💜♾💜♾💜

In Too Deep

Premise: He's your brother's best friend, that's why you let things slide, but he's gone too far. He's crossed too many lines and now he had to accept that his regular excuses weren't good enough. One hell of a wake-up call to realize just how deep he was in.

Warnings: Swearing, crude language, alcohol, and mentions smut

Brother's Best Friend au // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

GIF by jjks

Jeon Jungkook

Treasure

Premise: He wants to be your treasure.

Warnings: Swearing and smut(in part 2).

Hybrid au // drabble

💜♾💜♾💜

Tell Me Again

Premise: You always knew what your relationship was. You always knew he was still in love with his ex. Now she's back, but you won't let him avoid his feelings.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual relationship and nudity Word Count: 1.4K

Friends with benifits // drabble

Discovery Masterlist

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i'm here for the angst so if it's alright, how would the ros deal with having to breakup with the mc (for whatever reason you want) ? tear my heart to pieces author </3

ah yes, this seems like a good one to answer as I'm in a relevant state of mind

Let's see, I'm going to make this as painful as I can...

oh but I'm not feeling super creative so just pretend that all of the breakup reasons are great lol

Constantine

So this is what it's like to love someone more than you love yourself, he thinks. He's been in the training arena all day, ripping the dummies to shreds. Because he has to leave you.

All this time - he waited, wished, yearned for the love of another. For your love, it seems.

But Castelon is in trouble - and duty calls. Calls for him to take up a dangerous mission that he knows he won't return from. He must go to Arandale. For the kingdom. For the people. For you.

You've had days of conversations - back and forth. You don't want him to go. But he's the right person for this. The only one who could lead this small mission to success.

Constantine's knuckles turn white as he swings the sword. Finally, the rage inside him bubbles up and he throws the weapon across the room. "Fuck!" Then he frowns and rubs his hand over his face. "Fuck," he mutters.

He steels his resolve before his heart wills him to stop and he marches off to find you. You're standing at a window, looking out over the kingdom. He pauses, leaning against the stone wall for a moment to watch you with a soft gaze that's filled with longing.

Then he takes a deep breath and calms his face. You turn at his footsteps, a frown on your lips.

I want to kiss that frown away, he thinks. But he has to be strong. For you. This is all for you - even if you don't understand that.

You raise an eyebrow but wait for him to speak.

He clasps his hands around his back and straightens his spine, looking into your eyes. You don't like what you see.

Gone is the kind-hearted, funny man you've come to love.

He clears his throat. "I'm going and - and we both know that I won't be coming home."

Your throat runs dry as you clench your fists at your sides. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

He shakes his head. "You'll be an incredible ruler," he says. "But I won't be by your side to see it."

Instinctively, you take a step forward, reaching out for the one who always comforts you. But he takes a step back and then another. And he doesn't stop. "Goodbye, MC," he whispers before spinning on his heel and disappearing out of sight.

Margaret

Yesterday, Margaret overheard Vivian talking to you about not letting feelings distract from your role as the future monarch of Castelon.

And she hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. She laid awake all night, unsure. Or rather, exactly sure but unwilling. You must put your people first, she thinks, otherwise, this has all been for nothing.

She glances down into her tea, it's as dark as the thoughts roaming her mind. And I'm in the way.

Her fingers grip the mug, as if for life. Perhaps, for strength. She knows what must be done.

And yet, she cannot find it in herself to regret loving you or being loved by you.

For it has been a pure, clean love. It was not quick, but slow. She fell a little more each day. Until her heart could not love you more.

She finishes her tea and leaves the room to find you. It's not difficult - you're with your brother. When James sees Margaret behind you, he gives her a smile before patting your shoulder and leaving. You turn and meet her brown eyes.

Margaret's face is impassive. You're a cunning woman, a natural liar, you've got this, she tells herself.

But she's never lied to you. Not once.

"Everything alright?" you ask.

"No, darling, it's not," she replies, voice calmer than her rapid heart.

You move closer, putting a hand on her shoulder, your eyes full of concern. But she gently brushes it off and glances away from you - far away into the deepest reaches of her mind. "This isn't working," she says.

"Wh-what? What's not working?"

Margaret's brown eyes bore into yours. "Us. This was a mistake."

She almost falters at your crumpled face, at the hurt in your eyes. Almost.

But she doesn't. Instead, she turns to leave and whispers, "I'm sorry we wasted each other's time."

F

Someone knows. Someone knows that F broke Castelon law. And they're ready to report F if they don't break up with you and leave the country. And they've threatened your life.

It's been a rough night. F could tell you but you'd want to tell your mother and James. Then they'd become accomplices. It would ruin your family if the country knew that you and your family let someone you love get away with a crime.

F puts their face in their hands. They can never love another. It's not possible when their heart was made for yours, for you. To be loved by you. And how manginificent its been to be yours again.

But your safety comes first. So, F cries. And paces. And writes. And is in a loop for hours. Until morning rolls around. And they stand out on the balcony watching the Moon fall away for the day. If only my feelings for you could fall away so easily, F thinks.

F washes their face and spends a few minutes preparing to break your heart. They know that you'll never forgive them after this. You'll never love them again. But they'll have to live without your love - because they can't allow anyone to hurt you or your family.

F finds you in the garden. Fitting it should end here, after all this time, they muse. You smile at their approach, but it slips off of your face when they don't return it. Your stomach turns as you fear what's to come.

F stop in front of you, glancing around the garden, before their green eyes finally land on your face. "I shouldn't have come back. This was never going to work."

You stare at them in shock for a moment before anger flashes across your face. "You said you'd never leave again. Was any of it real? Was your love real?"

F flinches and takes a deep breath. "I do - I did love you. But I can't stay here. We can't keep pretending this will work."

Tears fall from your eyes and F looks away. Please don't cry, my love...

"I hate you," you tell them. They stumble back, before turning away and leaving, never looking back. I hate me, too.

Felix

"He doesn't love MC. He's just using them for their status."

That's what the noble said. And they're not the only one. For months, he's heard others talking about your relationship.

No one understands how much he loves you. You've helped him find a purpose in life. He wants nothing more than to give you every piece of happiness in the world.

But he isn't good enough for you. He knows that. As does everyone else. Felix throws his bottle of wine at the wall. How long until MC realizes they can do better?

No - best to cut this off before it gets too deep. Felix won't admit that it already is for him. He won't admit that he can't see a future without your love and warmth. A future without that smile that you only give to him. Or the laugh you make in the morning when he finds some silly new way to wake you up.

He shakes the thoughts away and rushes out to find you.

And it takes a while, but eventually he does. Your face lights up when you see him, but you take in his disheveled appearance and a frown apepars. "What's going on, Felix?"

The concern in your voice makes his heart melt. He wants nothing more than to tell you it's all fine and place a kiss on your forehead.

But instead he forces a laugh. "I was just thinking."

"About?" you ask, confused by his behavior.

"That I'm not a man meant to be tied down."

You recoil at his words and give him an increduclous look before you shake your head. "That's not a funny joke, Felix."

He's seconds from getting on his knees and professing how much of an idiot he is while asking you to ignore his stupid words. But all the shit he's heard over the last few months supersedes those thoughts.

He rolls his eyes, hoping you'll believe his act. "I'm a hot item and you just can't keep up with my needs," he replies with a smirk. No, he thinks, it's me who isn't enough for you.

"Felix..." NO - not that look, no, no, no!

The look on your face is breaking his heart. "I have to go," he says hastily before leaving you there, stunned.

[pandaluc]

Love and Envy, all because of you.

When you like somebody else rather them

Characters included: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Jean

Warnings: not proof-read, very slight mentions of wine and fighting

g!n reader

Diluc

Diluc falling in love is something rarer than winning the lottery. So when this man falls in love, he falls really hard. Stutters, awkwardness, stares, and try-hardness. He does these all as long as you are in his sight.

However, he took such a long time to confess because fear had took over him. He feared to lose you as well, just as the way he lost his father. And well, to his surprise, he regretted not confessing earlier.

He decided to go work in Angel's Share and creek. The door swings open with Kaeya's arm around your waist, and you staring lovingly at Kaeya's eyes. Diluc's mood definitely got worse. And the fact that yoh are with his brother? He knows he has no right to get upset, but he can't ignore this burning flame in his heart the moment he saw the both of you.

He tries to maintain his composure, but deep in him was a mix of lots of emotions. He is annoyed, upset, sad, and disappointed all at the same time. And well it's not too good of a reason, but he might start treating Kaeya more harshly than before.

He is envious. In all people in Teyvat, why his brother? He can't help but stare at the both of you, thinking on the many decisions he went wrong. Thinking those opportunities he should've confessed but didn't. And the more he stares, the more his madness gets replace by sadness.

He lost again one of the few people he always treasured in his life. Though he knows that he should be happy because you are laughing joyfully in Kaeya's arms, but he can't help but imagine him being the source of your smiles.

Ever since, he will start to avoid you and will throw out his anger in paperwork and hilichurls. He distracts himself a lot, and makes sure he is very busy so that you will get off of his head and heart.

If he has to talk to you, he will make sure to have a stern face with a cold voice. He will do everything simply to push you away from him. And sometimes, he would say offensive words he didn't mean just to push you away. He does realize how much you'll get hurt when you and his friendship dies, but deep down in him he knows that this is for the good.

Kaeya

Ah yes, Kaeya, a very charming person and surely, lots in Mondstadt thinks so too. He is also a flirt and quite social, a reason why you both are friends for a very long time now.

And in his thinking, maybe it won't be such a bad idea to perhaps upgrade your relation to one another. It took him long enough to realize that he had grew feelings towards you.

He would worry a lot when you get hurt. He would make sure that nobody makes you feel uncomfortable. He started to be careful of his duties as the Cavalry Captain just so that he could see you once again. Heck, he even tried his very best to sound genuine instead of flirty when he compliments you. He was even prepared to quit drinking if that's what you find in a man. Sadly, all of his goodness, to you, was just friendliness.

After lots and lots of thinking if he actually have feelings for you, he finally decided to confess. Not until you came running up to him, continuously talking about this man you know that you fell so in love with. "May I know who is this man you fell in love with?". He took his chances but sadly, the name you said was not his. Disappointment filled Kaeya's heart, but at the same time, he found it funny. Funny, that he spent so much time making sure of his feelings that he didn't even get the chance to confess. Funny, how his confidence suddenly broke down when he knew that you had feelings for someone else.

He wanted to tell you that maybe he was the one for you. But, you looked so happy talking about this man you fell in love with. And kaeya is a smart man. He knew at that very moment that he didn't stand a chance. And that he will never be with you.

Even so, he agreed helping you to convey your feelings to the man you love. If it's only friendship you and he could have, then he will take it rather than being acquaintances. He'd remind you here and there to not get your hopes so high for this man, but everytime he does so, you force to him that you are sure of your decisions.

Because of you, he had gathered so much pain in his chest. Much pain that only wine could temporary wash off. During the evening, he'd tell you that he will be doing captain duties when in reality, he goes to his home drinking all the wine he could trying to forget about the pain you had caused him.

In times where you talk to him, he'd still seem normal and as if nothing is hurting him. But deep down, he just wishes to wrap his arms around you and be the man that will love you until the end of life.

Childe

You and Childe had been very close. He was comfortable with you. He wasn't afraid to show you his downsides, and the times where he cannot do anything but pour tears out. He did not want to hurt you as well. As much as he found fighting fun, he did not want to fight with you, ever.

That is when he realized that he had fallen in love with you. He denied it to himself a number of times but he just can't stop thinking of you. "Are they safe?" "Do they need anything?" "What if they feel alone?" "What if I lose them?". The moment he realized, he wanted to confess. He wanted to be yours. But he feared that him being part of the fatui will be a hindrance to your relationship and may affect your well-being. After all, he rarely gets time to stay and spend time with you.

But the moment he felt the feeling of envy, that is when he thought to himself that he will indeed confess and not give you up. While he was in Liyue's woods, he saw you walking with this man he does not know. He saw your hand holding someone else's. He saw your eyes full of love while staring at someone else's eyes. That exact moment, he decided to meet you as soon as possible and confess his feelings.

He was aware that it might make things awkward and that it might break the both of your friendship. But he wanted to at least do what he can, and take his chances. Some would say he was desperate, but to him, he was simply hopeful. He was hoping and wishing that you will be his.

And so he tried. But he couldn't. He felt scared. He knew he did not stand a chance. So instead, he tried to convey his feelings through actions, not through words. And he hoped to all of the archons and celestial gods that you will realize how much he yearns for your love.

Though in relationships, he doesn't get possessive and jealous easily.. Even if the both of you are just friends, he quite had become just a bit possessive and protective of you. How could you blame him after all? He really wanted you to be his, and for you to know it. He was willing to give anything and everything to you. He would even quit the fatui, despite his loyalty to the Tsaritsa, if that was the reason why you cannot love him back. Sometimes, he'd use his words to hint his feelings for you. "Is that man really all that? Don't you think that I may be better after all?" "Don't keep your hopes high though, he may leave you one day". However, you all took these phrases simply as a friendly way. Or even in a platonic way. After all, there was still a glimpse of a non-seriousness in his tone.

He had thoughts of using his fatui harbinger title to scare the man loving you off. But remembering your smile when you talk about this man, he'd rather set you free to make you happy than to see you all his with sadness in your face.

It cannot be avoided. You and his friendship was slowly but very slightly falling apart. He started to bottle up emotions and hide them from you. You started to spend more time to with your man, and less with him. And it saddened and angered him. But after much thinking, maybe it was good after all. Now that he spends less time with you, maybe his feelings will drift away. Just maybe.

Jean

The acting grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. Always so busy with work, and sometimes pressured to help others that she would try to do more than what she could. It was a very stressful life for her, barely getting a chance to rest and take a breath. But you went to her life. She admired and appreciated you oh so much. You would remind her to always eat and sleep. You would do your very best to help her in her duties, even if she insists that it is alright not to do so. You cared for her so much that she cannot help but get feelings for you.

It was when you made her realize that she should live a life the way she actually wants to. It was when you convinced her that she is not alone when it comes to protecting Mondstadt. It was when you were always and always there for her, she realized how strong her feelings gotten. But Jean is quite the shy and quiet type. No matter how much she trusts you, she could never get herself to express her romantic love for you.

And alas, the day she never though would come happened. You had told her that you indeed have a relationship with someone else. And at that day, she felt very devastated. She knew beforehand that she never stood a chance. She knew how much opportunities of confessing she had missed. She thought she was prepared for the day to come where you are with someone else. But she thought wrong. She was listening carefully to your words. Your words of excitement and joy towards that someone you love. Of course, she pretended to be so happy for you. But if you listen closely, you could hear a hint of sadness in the tone of her voice.

The moment you left her and locked the door of her office, she looked back at her paper works and started to drown in her thoughts. So many "what ifs" and "whys" in her head that she cannot hold her tears back no matter how much she tried. She knew it was pathetic to cry over one person that has a relationship with somebody else. But for some reason, she felt the same pain she feels whenever someone in the knights die.

She wouldn't necessarily avoid you. But the moment she sees you, she suddenly gets tense out of nowhere and tends to avoid you without even her noticing. If you called her out for it and ask if anything is wrong, she will simply make her exhaustion as an excuse. You thought that it was because of paper work and duties, so you tried to help. But those nights where she slept very late was because of her uncontrollable thinking and crying caused by you and you only. She would also make herself busy and interact with other people more. She would basically do anything to keep you out of her mind.

But of course, she is still there for you whenever you need something. She is always willing to lend a hand, even if it is for a future date of you and your partner. If you feel negative emotions, she will be there to listen and try to help if you wish. She may be disappointed that you chose someone else than her, she knows how to make sure that her emotions will not cause any harm to you and to your significant other.

Author's Note

I've been receiving lots of support lately in my posts and in my ask box and for that, I am very thankful <33. I know I don't post so often so my apologies for that. But nevertheless, I want to tell y'all that I appreciate each one of you so much! You make my day brighter. Ily, and don't forget to take care of yourself! Eat, hydrate, sleep, stay safe!

[vdlest]

You left something

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x ExAvenger!Reader

Summary:

It has been a year since you left the life of being an Avenger. But after a year, someone showed up in your house, telling you that you left something when you left your old life. What could it be?

Warning:

Swearing

Mention of sex/one night stand

Fluff

Bucky being soft (it's a warning, right?)

One of the best years of your life was being an avenger. You were one of the greatest assets of the team, that's why when you left the team, they had a big loss. It wasn't really your intention to leave the life you had, but when Steve disappeared, Tony and Nat died, you were deeply devastated. You and the rest of Avengers like Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Clint, Bruce, Thor, the Guardians, and Spider-man continued what the original six started. However, one heated argument between you and Bucky made you leave the team — after a mission in Norway, you comforted Bucky when you saw him alone in the roof of the compound, you told him that he shouldn't let sadness take over him and his life, but Bucky didn't liked it. He exploded and told you that instead of Steve, Nat, and Tony, it should have been you who died and disappeared.

The very next day after your argument with Bucky, you left the compound and you just left them a letter, telling them how sorry you were for leaving them. You told them that you are not worthy anymore to be part of them, so you made a sacrifice, leaving the old life you had.

Upon leaving the Avengers, you moved to a small city in California. You started your own farm there and live in a peaceful life, but sometimes you miss being on the team, especially when you see them on the news.

But you had to make a sacrifice. After all, you think you're not worthy enough, not like what Tony, Steve, and Nat has always been telling you.

They're gone, and so is your faith in yourself.

•••

You're in the middle of painting your front porch when you heard someone walking towards you. Your back is facing the front yard of your house, so you don't know if someone's coming or not, but because of your super hearing, you heard that someone is walking behind you.

You got up from painting the base of your porch and turned around to see who was walking towards you.

It's the most unexpected guest you ever had in your entire life — it's the man who made you decide to leave your old life, James Buchanan Barnes.

You avoided his gaze and continue whatever you are doing.

"Y/n," you heard him called you, but you just continue with what you're doing.

"What are you doing here, Barnes?" you asked him without looking at him.

"It took us so long before we could finally trace your actions for the past year. Did you really think we wouldn't find you?" he asked you.

You knew it was Wanda who always wanted to find you. She's your friend. It was you, Nat, and Wanda who had always been friends, but after Nat died and after Wanda disappeared, you lost the only friends you had. Eight months ago, you found out from the news that Wanda came back, more powerful and more capable of helping other people. You knew she wouldn't stop until she found you.

But why is Bucky Barnes who came after you and not Wanda?

"Ever since you left, all of us did everything what we could do to find you, but hell, you are good in hiding. Even Dr. Strange and Wanda cannot find you," Bucky continued talking as he walk closer to you.

You chuckled sarcastically, "Can't you just go straight to the point? Why are you really here?" you put down your paintbrush and faced him, "What do you need from me?"

He took one last step closer to you, "I need you to come back to the team."

The moment you heard him said that, you laughed and walked towards your tool shed. He followed you and you could see how confuse he is when he heard you laugh at him.

"What is so funny?" he asked you.

"You are funny, Barnes," you stopped from opening the door of your tool shed and faced him, "You were the one who wanted me to be out of the team, right? You told me that instead of Nat, Steve, and Tony, it should've been just me who died and disappeared. You remember that?" you asked him, fighting the emotion that is stsrting to build inside you.

He did not answer you and you see guilt in his eyes. But it's already too late for him to feel that way — he already caused you so much pain.

"Why don't you just go back to where you came from and leave me alone? You wanted this right? You wanted me to be gone? So here I am, I've been gone for a year. What else do you need from me?" you asked him.

You resumed in opening the door of your tool shed but before you could finally opened it, you heard him spoke again.

"When you left the team, you left something in there," he said.

You have no idea what he was talking about. When you left the compound, you made sure you got all your things and other belongings. So you have no idea what something you left when you left the compound.

"Me."

You rapidly turned around to face him once again.

"What the hell are you saying?" you asked him unbelievably.

"You left me feeling guilty for what I did and say to you. You left me and I wasn't able to ask for forgiveness for what I did. You left me hanging. And most importantly, you left me wanting you," he said continuously. You did not noticed that in every word he says, he is walking closer to you, and in ever step he does, you move back, but you stopped moving the moment you felt the door of the tool shed behind you, "The night you and I had an argument, I was having a rough time. I didn't know how I could live a life without my best friend, Steve. I wasn't ready to move on, but you kept on telling me to move on."

Your eyes remained on his gaze. You didn't even had the guts to move away or push him away. It seems like you were hypnotized by the way he looks at you and how he caged you between his body and the tool shed's door.

"I didn't mean any word I said that night to you. I don't want you to die or be gone as well. I want you to stay with me until the end."

When you heard him say those words to you, you came back to your senses. You pushed him away and walked away from him. It's not a surprise that he followed you.

"Y/n, I am telling the truth," he said while following you. "I thought I was just feeling guilty the whole time you were gone. Everybody is blaming me for your disappearance, and I thought I was just guilty about the fact that it was really my fault why you left. But no, it's not just about the guilt. It's about the longing I felt when you left."

"Longing?!" you growled as you stop from walking. You turned around and faced him, "You long for the person you wished to die and just disappear?" you scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "Do you have any idea how painful it is for me to hear those words coming from you? You, of all people, Bucky! You, of all people, said those words to me and made me feel like I'm just a nobody in your life! You made me feel I'm just a fucking whore you fucked once, and that was it! You made me believe that there's something special growing between us, but I was God damn wrong!"

Before you left the compound and the Avengers life, you and Bucky shared a beautiful moment together. You were with him when he visited Yori and apologized for the death of his son. After that, he asked you if you could stay with him for a while and he'll cook dinner for both of you. And so he did, soon after your dinner, you found yourself giving in and kissing him back. You thought it was the start of something beautiful and something deep with him, but after a week, he exploded to you and told you harsh things you never thought you could hear from him.

"I thought we're onto something good, Bucky. But it was just all a fucking thought," you wiped your tears away as soon as you felt them on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way, y/n," he walked towards you and cupped your face. You wanted to avoid his touch but your body did not oblige to your will, "I was just lost at that time. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I was ready to give my all to you and just lose you. I thought by pushing you away, it would be less complicated for both of us. I can't afford to lose another person in my life. But I still did lose you."

Your tears continue to run down your cheeks as you listen to his words, his explanation.

You told yourself a million times, the next time you'll see him, you'll break his face, his bones. But you couldn't, especially seeing him now this close.

"Everyday, I hated myself for hurting you and letting you leave just like that. Everyday, I am regretting the words I pierced through you. And everyday, I am killing myself for wasting the beautiful start we had," he uses his thumb to wiped your tears away, "I tried my best to find you, to take you back, to apologize, and to have you again by my side, because without you, I am nothing, y/n. And I am not saying these words just because I've made a mistake to you. I am saying these words because I want to have you back in my life."

You looked down, making him remove his hands on your face, "I...I don't know if...if I could trust you again, Bucky."

You were too scared to trust him again, especially with your heart.

"You're asking me to give you my full trust again, Bucky. And it's a big thing to ask from someone who got scared of trusting people again," you said while looking down.

He uses his hand to hold your chin and make you look up to meet his gaze again, "I am willing to do anything to earn your trust again. I am not forcing you to do it right away, but I will earn your trust in every possible way I can," he seems like he was vowing or promising. "But I did not come all the way here just for your trust, y/n."

Your brows furrowed with what he said.

"I also came here to be worthy of your love."

Before you could say anything, he grabbed one of your hands and placed it against his chest, where his heart is.

"Because when you left, you left this one as well," he said referring to his heart.

You imagined countless times that you want Bucky to suffer and feel the pain you felt when you left everything behind because of him. But after a year of hiding your love for him with anger, you finally realized that it wasn't anger at all, it has always been love. Your heart has always been with him. You thought, why make him suffer when you can make him earn what he lost from the times that you've been away from each other — your trust & your love for him.

You hated him because he hurt you, but after hearing his explanation, it all made sense to you.

You are still in love with Bucky Barnes.

-v.dl