#little girl deserves to be TRAMPLED ON and STOMPED ON

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Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Shirabu x f!reader WC: 5.6k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairy tale retelling, incest, dubcon/noncon, drugs (sleeping pill), somnophilia, abusive past relationship, implied rape (not Shirabu), panic attack, victim-blaming, hero-complex with a bit of god-complex, hints of yandere, uhh medical malpractice, Shirabu’s bangs

Summary: The real story of Sleeping Beauty is anything but beautiful. Shirabu will do everything he can to keep you in a safe haven where you can freely dance with your prince once upon a dream.

A/N: This is a part of the whorehouse intoxicated collaboration, rest of the pieces of this toxic journey can be found here! Thank you Ria and Angel for helping beta <3 Love you both so much.

Unofficial bgm: Once Upon a Dream & Once Upon a December 

"You'll never wash me from you," he sneers, pulling you back by a handful of hair. You feel a blanket of pain shoot across your scalp. "You'll never really get away. Time to wake the fuck up."

"G-get away from me!" 

You thrash and kick your legs wildly hoping something will land. The moment you hear a pained grunt and feel his grip loosen, you scramble up to your feet and run. Your shoes grate against wet cement as you take off. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you will your legs forward one after another. The caw of birds seem to act as a beacon leading you through the twists and turns of the terrain.

A left turn here, two blocks straight. Past the corner store and beyond the stoplight. Three blocks. Right turn. Two Blocks. Five steps away. Four...Three..Two...Safety...

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"In the forest, the princess played with a lot of animal friends. She grew up there in the cottage with three fairies looking after her."

Thunder claps and lightning strikes outside.

"It's so loud Kenjirou-nii!" you cry, burying yourself into Shirabu's arms.

"Shh, I'm here," Shirabu coos, rocking you back and forth until your sobs subside. "One day, the princess was singing with the songbirds..."

Shirabu begins to recount the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty to you, slowly easing your mind away from the turbulence outside.

"Do you think you can sleep now?"

You shake your head and jump again when the thunder claps over the roof of the house.

"It's okay, I'm right here. Big brother’s always going to protect you."

"Like the prince protecting the princess?"

"Yes, exactly. You're always my princess, now go to sleep. I'll wake you when the sun's up.”

After a while, you calm down and slowly drift into sleep with your breaths evening out. Shirabu pulls the covers over both of you and enters sleep as well.

The winds continued to howl outside the window...the branches tapping...tapping against the window...tap...tapping…

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Shirabu Kenjirou opens his eyes. He had just fallen asleep while studying for the third time that night. There is no use staying at the library if he is going to treat it as a hotel; he’ll be better off going home first. He yawns and stretches his neck, then packs his bags to return to his apartment. There are few students left in the building at this ungodly hour. Dark clouds loom overhead and the air is filled with the pitter patter of autumn rain hitting cement. Shirabu zips up his coat, opens his umbrella, and walks into the dark.

You would have been so frightened by this sort of weather, whimpering under your blankets, counting sheep with shaky breaths. Just like how you did in that dream of his earlier.

While growing up, Shirabu hadn't cared all that much about anything else considering he spent most of his time with his studies or playing volleyball. Although there was you, his little sister, he figured you had your little bubble anyway. But on a stormy night, you teetered down the hall after finding your parent’s room locked. Afraid and sleepy, you looked for comfort elsewhere and arrived at Shirabu’s room.

Shirabu had been most irritated and decided to shoo you out with strings of curses and profanities, but he couldn’t. The sight of your form huddled right outside his bedroom, with young eyes pleading for him took hold of a bit of humanity in Shirabu’s heart. So, he let you into his room, a safe haven, and eventually a world that was composed of only the two of you against the rest of the world.

Shirabu has known for a long time that you are the most brilliant, precious, and purest thing he’ll ever encounter. Always perfect. Forever unsullied. 

There are many things that Shirabu wants to shield you from. If he can secure one more hour of innocence, one more day, one lifetime, he’ll do so without a moment of hesitation. The real world is unlike the fairy tales that you hear about while growing up. 

The real story of Sleeping Beauty is anything but beautiful. There isn’t a handsome prince the princess meets in a forest. No color changing cake. No kiss of love. In the real story, the princess is put into an endless slumber and has her virginal body taken by some unknown beast of a king, used like a rag for his carnal pleasure. When he leaves, the sleeping girl is then forgotten like trampled daisies under the hooves of horses. And she will wake to find her womb bulged with bastard life as a result of the damnation. The stretches clawing around the navel as permanent reminders that nothing will wash him from her.

The real world is dark. Horrible. Wretched. Dirty. Filled with suffering. That is why he, Shirabu Kenjirou, responds to the call to action and enters a life of service. In his heart he yearns to save and help, even if just a little, by becoming a prince with a white coat. He will not give up trying to salvage pieces of humanity he’ll touch, and in the process, carve out a haven, a little forest with a cottage, for his dearest sister to safely live in.

It has been a while since he last heard from you. Partly his own fault, really. Ever since Shirabu entered university and then medical school, the number of times you two would meet up dwindled. The hours on the phone became texts and soon after, communication vanished into mostly silence.

You are in university now, grown up and stepping into the real world, but that doesn't mean you are no longer his little sister. And because you are the one and only, Shirabu feels that he should try to do a better job as an older brother and check-in with you to see how you are doing. So, Shirabu takes out his phone that’s still on silent after studying.

27 missed calls from Sister 

Shirabu pauses in his tracks and returns the call. Cars zoom by on the streets while he waits for the line to connect. 

He was right, you must have been frightened.

The first call doesn’t connect, so Shirabu immediately tries the second time. You pick up on the third attempt.

"It's me, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up earlier."

"K-Kenjirou-nii..." your voice weakly translates over the speaker. 

Shirabu presses the phone closer to his ear and turns up the volume. "Where are you now," he demands. "At school?"

"...Your place..." Your voice sounds so dangerously faded, like petals beaten to the ground from the rain.

Shirabu bolts. His apartment is just a couple blocks away. Around the corner just up ahead. Shirabu makes a sharp turn and splashes through a puddle. 

"Stay...on the phone with me," he urges, paying no mind to his soaked shoes and socks.

You nod in understanding, as if he’ll hear your action.

"I'm almost there okay, almost."

Shirabu isn’t lying. A few moments later you hear the frantic footsteps coming closer to you. The stomping noises make your skin crawl, but the familiar face of your brother melts those fears away. He appears with his wet bangs stuck to his face and his shoulders heaving up and down. It’s him, your niichan, your prince finally here.

You scramble up and dive into his open arms, in relief that you are safe at last, as you finally allow tears to mix with rain.

"I was so scared. I missed you so much, Kenjirou-niichan," you sob into Shirabu's wet coat. "Where were you, where were you?"

"I'm sorry. I'm here now, I'm sorry," Shirabu apologizes, "Let's go inside first, alright? We’re both drenched.”

----

Under the bright lights of the living room, Shirabu gets a better look at you. You catch his discerning eyes studying you up and down, visually tracing the markers of your demise. That’s when you crack.

“Kenjirou-nii...the real world, the world is a horrible place. I trusted him, you know? I trusted that man.”

Foolish and stupid, Shirabu wants to say. It’ll be easy to simply yell at you.

Shirabu is not someone without a temper. He was quite known for it back in his high-school days. The bruises, the scars that did not heal well. Shirabu reminds himself to keep his composure, especially in front of you. He’s to be a doctor. He’s to be a protector, a savior. And with the training he already has so far, Shirabu knows he’s already as good as any board certified, licensed white-robed saint. He just needs to do what he’s meant to do. Heal. Clean. Purify.

After listening to your brief tale, Shirabu tells you not to worry about anything else tonight other than take a hot shower and get some rest. He gives you a reassuring smile and sends you off to the bathroom with towels and a large t-shirt.

While you wash-up and lose your thoughts piecing together the messy events of the night, Shirabu paces in the living room after he changes his own wet clothes. Nevermind the medical books he still needs to pour over, all Shirabu wants to do right now is track down the culprit and stick a scalpel through his socket. No, that’s just too easy. That bastard deserves something much more horrible, a slow and patient torture, a death within grasp but just out of reach. As if agreeing with Shirabu’s thoughts, your phone on the coffee table lights up. Shirabu picks up the device and watches the notifications pop-up.

Shirabu sees an unknown number call you. He doesn’t pick up, letting the phone ring while he reads the numbers across the screen and commits them to memory. The phone calls stop and an onslaught of texts follow; some coherent and others far from decipherable. There are messages of broken apologies and confessions of persistent love. Requests for you to go back to him. Shirabu scoffs at the language.

Shirabu continues to wait with impassive eyes, but the tight death grip around the device gives away the boiling rage beneath his skin. How dare the man behind that accursed number treat you, his little sister and princess, in such a foul manner. This beast who stole from you. Who is the reason behind the tainting of your now sullied innocence. 

Finally after a few minutes of silence, the screen lights up with a series of curses and condemnation that show the man’s true colors. A morphed beast due to your lack of response. Shirabu scrolls through the list of notifications again with impassive eyes, but the tight death grip around the device gives away the boiling rage beneath his skin. 

"You will pay," Shirabu seethes, taking a knife from the kitchen and ramming the sharp end straight into the device glass. The phone buzzes desperately and goes dark. You have no use for that phone anymore after all of this anyway, and the cursed number is already memorized by Shirabu for his own purposes.

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Shirabu’s room is tidy. The two bookshelves on either side of the table are filled with books, photos, and many other accolades. That’s your older brother alright: perfect, proper, always right. Always right about everything, except one thing. The world you know really isn’t the wonderland he told you about growing up. Not at all. 

You bury your face into Shirabu's pillows and will yourself to sleep. You are safe here in his bed. It’s a haven...safely tucked in a forest. You are in a forest. The trees and the breeze. Songbirds are singing. 

You can dance here, twirl about...safe...free…

The trees melt.

Birds squawk and screech, scampering away…

Ink engulfs you....swallowing you whole

Falling...falling…

"You'll never wash me from you," he sneers. "You'll never really get away. Time to wake the fuck up."

NO! you try to scream. You can’t, the weight on your chest sinks you deeper, only silence is uttered...choked…

Wake up.

Wake up.

"Wake up!"

Your eyes fly open and you see him. Him. A blood curdling shriek finally tears through your throat and you thrash. "Getawaygetawaygetaway! NO!"

"It's me, hey, it's me. You're okay, you're safe." Shirabu’s eyes widen with worry at your outburst, but gives you ample space to breathe and compose yourself.

This familiar voice. It does not belong to him. It’s definitely not him.

"...Kenjirou-nii?" you ask quietly. The shadow is backlit from light coming in through the door and your vision is still fuzzy from the nightmare.

A tender hand closes around yours. "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay now. It was a bad dream, you're safe. You're safe. I'm here."

Cold sweat runs down your temples. Your breath is fast and shallow.

"Follow me, okay. Breathe in..." Shirabu takes a deep breath. You follow his voice and movement as if they are lanterns guiding you through a maze. "And breathe out. Good, you're doing great. Breathe in...and out..."

You feel your mind slowly beginning to clear with each inhale and exhale. Finally, you see Shirabu clearly again. You can smell the scent of his body wash from him. The texture of the blanket rubs against your fingertips. You’re here in Shirabu’s room. Safety. Haven. 

"I'll be right back," Shirabu tells you, before leaving you for a moment and going towards the bathroom. He opens the medicine cabinet, pops out a few white pills from a box.

"Here," he says holding out the small tablets in the middle of his palm. The off-white seems to almost glow in the dark.

"It's zolpidem, a sleeping pill I sometimes take for insomnia. It'll help you for tonight, and then we'll get you something else tomorrow that'll work better."

You look at the pill and then at Shirabu. Shirabu is someone you love and trust with all your heart. His embrace is your anchor and haven when the rest of the world has turned a blind eye. He’s your brother. One and only. There’s no reason not to trust him.

"I won't see him will I?"

"No," Shirabu affirms. The pills don't really manipulate dreams, but if reassuring you can placebo sweet dreams, then what harm really is there? He didn’t pass Ethics with top marks for nothing.

Shirabu gently presses the pill body against your lips and you part them, allowing the small object to slip through. He feeds another and you open your mouth obediently. You look at Shirabu’s eyes which are fixated on the way your lips wrap around his three fingers.  Kenjirou-nii’s lashes are so nice and pretty, you think. 

One gulp of water later, and you feel nothing but a cold sensation traveling down your throat and disappearing into your belly.

"It'll take about half an hour, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep," Shirabu says. He supports your back and gently lowers you back into the comforts of the plush mattress. Shirabu will surely carry the same attentiveness and care when he becomes a full-fledged doctor. You are sure of it. The big brother you grew up with has truly grown up and matured. But no matter how much he changes or how much you mess up, he’ll always be your big brother.

"Can you lie down next to me again, like when we were young?"

An innocent request from a patient-in-need. Shirabu complies and lies down next to you.

"I remember when we were young, I would make you dance with me to live out my princess dreams. You remember?”

Afternoons next to the stereo, crayons scattered on the floor. The smell of something baking in the kitchen. Shrieks and laughter in the living room. Even though Shirabu would be mildly annoyed at first, he found humoring your imagination to be a pleasant and soothing experience. Even he was sometimes whisked away from textbooks into a magical forest that was just you and him. The stress and burdens of everything else all seem so much lighter on his shoulders when you’re simply just there.

"Of course I remember, silly."

You hum softly and continue waiting for the medicine in your bloodstream to make its way through your body.

"Do you...remember the sleeping beauty story you would always tell me?"

"Yea?"

You pause for a moment before quietly asking, "Kenjirou-niichan, why did you lie to me?"

Shirabu does not respond and only glances over at you, eyeing your closed lids. Closed though they may be, the tiny beads of glimmering tears are beginning to emerge from between the lashes and trail down your cheeks.

"There is no prince, Kenjirou-nii...no prince for me, no one...niichan...," you mumble between your breaths. The drug is starting to take its effect, ushering your mind into another dimension far away from hurt and pain. It swallows you like a pit of ink, sinking you deeper and deeper...

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Kenjirou-nii, why did you lie? Earlier, Shirabu felt his breath hitch when you asked that. 

He calls out your name softly, brushing over your cheeks, and listening to your soft breathing for a good while to make sure you are in fact asleep. At long last, maybe this is a good dream.

A lie? No! Not a lie, Shirabu wants to tell you. For you, his dearest sister, who only ever deserves happiness, in the rawest and truest form. You are supposed to have a life of others giving gifts of love, never having to offer anything of your own.

Shirabu feels his blood boil once more at the thought of that man who stole your innocence away. The one who took your body for his own carnal pleasures. The one who dared to steal you from him, Shirabu Kenjirou. If Shirabu's nails are not kept in immaculate condition for his profession, no doubt, his grip would be drawing blood from his palms.

Those marks and scars across your skin. Shirabu traces his finger down your neckline and along your arms...

Your head turns from left to right and you manage to shrug the big collar of the t-shirt off your shoulder. Shirabu can see, under the glow of moonlight from the cleared night sky, a nasty mark. A permanent mark. And before he realizes it, his fingers are already traveling over, tracing along and testing out the patterns and bumps.

Shirabu feels his chest burn beyond the anger and fury. Guilt. Where was he all this time when you were suffering? Why hadn't you just called him then? Anguishing thoughts of his little sister writhing in pain under that beast's grasps tear Shirabu apart. Did you cry? Were you scared? All these years studying for what? For what noble purpose is Shirabu trying to pursue if he can’t even save those closest to him?

Shirabu continues to search for any other marks or discolorations that are splayed across your skin like a map. It is what it is now. But Shirabu still has his calling. He is a man who answers to a life of service and healing: a prince in a white coat. No matter what happens, even if you’re tainted now, you’ll still be his little sister.

Even if your naivety and stupidity got you into the mess in the first place. Of course, why didn’t you listen to your brother’s warnings and stay in a safe haven like a good girl? Stay in your room and study for your future like a good student? Like him? Why did you think running off for fun, enjoying “youth and freedom” like the other degenerates would be a good idea?

Shirabu grits his teeth. Look at you now, damaged and past the point of no return, used. Injured and ill. Still, he needs to get the full story first, and see where else you might possibly be hurt. A complete diagnosis needs to come first. After the messages from the man, Shirabu is all the more certain that there are more clues left, and he needs evidence. He needs to know. The comforter is pulled away and careful hands examine the lines of your palms.

Once upon a time, you grabbed Shirabu’s hand and tried to use the methods of schoolyard palm-reading on him. You even exclaimed, “Kenjirou-niichan, this line means you’ll live a long life! And we can be together forever because my life line is really long too!”

Shirabu smiles at the memory and presses a kiss to the center of your palm. It must have been so painful, how could you have possibly endured? But you did and you survived. You are so brave. 

Probing fingertips trace across your collarbone and push the fabric of the large t-shirt up to reveal your torso. Shirabu blinks, realizing that this is now the body of a fully matured woman. You take a deep breath in your sleep from the cold air running across your exposed breasts. Shirabu can see the nipples perk up from the chill and hesitantly touches the bud with a hint of academic curiosity.

“Mmm, that tickles...” you giggle softly. Your hand pushes Shirabu's off and scratches the same spot he just traced, fondling your own breast briefly before letting go and continuing to sleep. Even grown up now, still the same adorable little sister.

Shirabu lets himself tease your nipples and knead the soft flesh of your breasts, toying around and watching your cute little expressions. Sometimes you’ll respond again and paw the tickling hands away. It’s fun, like playing a little game.

But when he lets his eyes wander down, Shirabu’s eyes narrow. Below the breasts, on either side of the waist, Shirabu sees damning marks of deep purple turning into a disgusting yellow. Like cursed claw marks. Shirabu hesitantly presses on the bruise, watching the color transform under his touch. He stops immediately when you begin to whine in pain. Carefully, Shirabu presses a kiss on these markings too, just like any other little injury you sustained in the past. A kiss so the pain flies away.

Foolish, foolish girl. Naive princess. Why did you let this happen to yourself? In the future, don’t run anymore. Stay here where it’s safe. 

There is just one place left Shirabu did not examine yet, a hidden spot that is supposed to be locked away that someone else discovered. Shirabu looks down at the dark lace panties obstructing his view like gates of a castle. It’s a poor “keep out” message; if anything it entices anyone who sees it to come in. A tempting invitation to see what’s behind.

Shirabu allows his clean fingers to easily slip through and begin a thorough investigation through the soft folds of flesh. His fingertips dip into a pool of wetness. He furrows his brows. When did this happen? 

Why are you wet? His eyes focus on your sleeping face that still has a relaxed smile. What are you dreaming about that makes your body like this? Shirabu drags the fingers covered with your slick to circle your clit. In response your thighs clamp and twitch. So sensitive, still inexperienced, even if you’re sullied. 

Shirabu slides the soaked panties off and pushes your thighs apart so he can continue his examination. That person must have touched this area too, his fingers have been here, and then…plunged his fingers into you like so. Your body trembles as Shirabu’s two fingers probe in, fully examining your inner anatomy. Soft, warm muscles clamp tightly around his digits and try to stop them from entering further. It’s for your good and his knowledge. He pushes deeper into you, dragging alongside the bumps and ridges of your walls.

You whine loudly and arch your back when Shirabu’s fingers find a sweet spot. Your head shifts on the fluffy pillows.

“Did you like that? Did that feel good?” Shirabu asks, probing your hole once more. As if in agreement, your body twitches again and your hips automatically roll against the palm, pressing your sensitive clit into the surface. Your breathy sighs are soft and sweet, unlike any other sound Shirabu has heard from you. It’s like a spell that enchants Shirabu and beckons for him. He shudders as he feels his cock responding to each noise coming out from between your lips.

It’s good, something feels so good. Under the sunlight, you feel warmth pooling throughout your body. There are tingles in the soles of your feet, like grass tickling skin while running around barefoot. Your body feels so light and relaxed. It’s warm and you’re not in this forest alone. The shape of a prince appears. You know he’s a prince because his voice is gentle and his touch feels safe.

If this feels good, it’s only because this is an act of love. If this makes you happy, it’s because it’s love. If it’s love, it’ll fill the empty pools of hurt. And if you’ll be whole again, you’ll heal. Shirabu makes up his mind and caresses your cheeks tenderly, So beautiful. Always beautiful. A sleeping beauty. His hand reaches to the waistband of his pants.

The prince rests his hand on your hips and excitement jolts through your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile back.

Shirabu freezes the moment he feels your arms wave into the air and reach for him. The sneaky fingers run across his skin.

"Dance..with me," you slur before falling back into silence.

The alarm washes away when he confirms you are still sound asleep.

"Are you dreaming of your prince?" Shirabu asks while tearing open a condom packet. Medical safety. He should have worn gloves earlier too, if he wasn’t already too entranced. "Dancing? Then I'll dance with you."

Forever. I'll be your prince, my sweet darling.

Shirabu runs the length of his hardened cock along your glistening slit. Rather than take, rather than pillage and steal...Shirabu will give. Replace the gross markers of pain with soft fleeting kisses. Replace the innocence stolen with love given unconditionally. Shirabu will give you all the love you deserve and more.

Shirabu’s fingers weave into your delicate ones, the palms join together, and your fingertips automatically lock with your niichan’s. It’s the starting position for a waltz in the forest, once upon a dream.

The man takes the initiation, the leading step. Shirabu closes the gap, sinking his length into your sweet embrace in a fluid and wet squelch. You respond, digging your nails and tightening your grip on his hands. Your other arm hugs around your partner, your niichan, pulling his body close against yours. Your blank eyes flutter open briefly to look straight at the shadow of Shirabu. Of course, you don’t see anything, you’re actually in a warm forest shyly gazing at your prince. Shirabu almost thinks that he woke you up, but you only let out a quiet moan before your body relaxes again.  

Shirabu groans and rests his cock in your warm and tight embrace. This is the way it should be, how it ought to be done. No one else can lead you in this dance the way he can. The way he will. This is not the self-fulfilling king stealing the princess’s virginal body for his own pleasure. This is the loving prince who loves and gives selflessly. Your big brother knows you the best, knows how you’ll respond, knows how you’ll like it. Shirabu slowly draws himself out and thrusts back in.

The prince presses himself so close to you, and you inhale sharply. During the waltz, you always have to maintain body contact with your partner. You feel his breath on your cheeks, and you’re sure he can feel your hammering heartbeat. The intimacy builds in the tender but secure hold. The steps are quick but the movements are not violent. It’s just enough that the heat stirring in your core spreads throughout your body.

Breaths become more labored and raspy into the act. Shirabu sees your face morph into bliss as he continues his pace and rocks his hips into you. His own brows furrow as Shirabu feels his grip over rationality falling apart with each thrust. Each flutter of your walls against him only invites him to come in deeper, farther. Harder. 

“...K-Kenjirou-nii...,” you softly cry out.

Your honeyed voice is a thick syrup trapping Shirabu, coaxing him. It’s like a melody inviting a weary traveler, a lost prince, in for rest. Your voice, your body, it’s tantalizing.

"Too good," Shirabu groans to himself. Why is it so good? You, his little sister, how? He looks down towards where he sees his cock, covered with your fluids, disappear into you. The thin latex barrier doesn’t stop how close the two of you are, Shirabu feels each clench and spasm around him. “My little sister, I didn’t know…” 

Shirabu can now understand just why that man did all that to you. Why that man wants to keep you by his side. Why he incessantly sends messages and tries to manipulate you back into their world.

It’s the only explanation, really, when you don’t even know how bewitching your body is. How enticing your voice is. Anyone would want to keep it as their own. Your warmth, your sweet, sweet hole. This cunt of yours is itself a safe haven. And Shirabu feels like he’s the one being made whole from you. It’s all because of you.

Each moan from you. Those gentle mewling cries, a witch’s spell, an incantation for addiction. That man is trying to manipulate you? How? When your whole existence manipulates everyone first, drawing them all in with the image of your unsullied purity.

Shirabu feels his impending release around the edge. His pace quickens and his thrusts meet with each of your twisting squirms. Your head tosses side-to-side on the pillow as your sleepy climax washes through.

Spin. Faster and faster in the forested ballroom. Twirl for the finale. You feel a dizzying jolt as the prince dips your body back. It’s a whirlwind of love. In your dream, the sunshine is so warm and growing so much hotter. It feels like you’re floating. So light and free. That prickling tickle in your feet is growing stronger until little fireworks set off across every corner of your body, filling you completely. The forest melts as the colors blend together in a dreamy painting. 

Euphoria, as Shirabu finishes spectacularly, clutching your sleeping body close to him in a messy ending pose. The final winds of the dead storm outside sound like a rumbling applause for this sinful waltz. He can hear his own pants and your shaky breaths mix into a fading duet. Shirabu lets himself bask for a moment, resting, entangled with you.

Everything makes sense now. He completely understands why the bastard king forces himself onto Sleeping Beauty. He completely understands why your allure is much too exquisite to pass on. Shirabu pulls out and carefully removes the condom, collecting the white essence you bewitched out from him into a little package with a tie. Dangerous little princess, that you are.

Even though Shirabu now fully understands the complete story after careful examination, there are still a few lines Shirabu will draw. One, that man has still committed a very grave sin, being the first to sample your purity, stealing that away from Shirabu? Damaging your flesh and skin? Unacceptable, he thinks as he tosses the used condom into the waste bin. A complete low-life who doesn’t know how to cherish. Punishment will be due.

Shirabu returns to the bed where your unconscious body is still sprawled between bunched sheets. His blank eyes study your spread legs and puffy cunt that’s still quivering every now and then. He taps his index finger against your sensitive clit. As if it is a magic button, your body briefly trembles on command. As if you are ready to enchant another unsuspecting traveler into your safe little haven. A little bit of fluid leaks out from your hole, presenting itself seductively. Welcome. 

Shirabu scoffs. And number two, you’ll be better off staying here with himself, your big brother. You’ll be safe here with a prince who knows best how to love you right, and give you the world. This is the way it should be; before you completely lose yourself into degeneracy and invite just about anyone into you. 

Those sleeping pills will be insufficient for the long-run. A different concoction while you are still healing from your terrible trauma will be needed. A cocktail of sorts that will target different needs. Yes. Shirabu files that thought away, putting it towards the top of his to-do list. There’s so many things he has to take care of. Too much pain in this world waiting for him to don white robes and be out there.

“But you’ll always come first on niichan’s list,” Shirabu whispers, slipping your panties back on and pulling the comforters over your body. He’ll never allow you to be sullied again. You’ll stay here in this safe haven, like a little cottage tucked away in the forest. Dream here. Find happiness with the only prince you need.

The first rays of dawn begin to brighten the sky, shooing away the cloak of night. The first songs from the birds announce the arrival of a new day. The morning light filters through the windows of the room, spilling over onto the bed and your quiet, unmoving form.

Time to wake up now, sleeping beauty.

[honeytae]

My heart is yours.

hi bubs! so basically this is just about the reader experiencing some jealousy, and jungkook is pretty confused lol. i’m gonna be honest i don’t know how good i feel about this bc angst just isn’t my thing but i hope you all think it’s okay! this is totally not based on real events enjoy! tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: angst, fluff word count: 3.0k

This was not how you wanted the night to go. 

Tonight had started off well; Jungkook had picked you up to arrive at Jimin’s birthday party together, and you had spent the first few hours dancing with him and his friends. You were having a really good time. Emphasis on were.

The fun had ended almost as soon as Jungkook left the table to get another round of drinks, leaving you to converse with some of Jimin’s friends you hadn’t met yet as he made his way to the bar.

In between conversations, you’d taken a brief glance over to the full bar, recognizing your boyfriend as the last one in line as he ruffled a hand through his hair. Smiling fondly at the sight, you’d turned back to one of Jimin’s friends from school, engaging in a conversation about how he knew the birthday boy. 

But the next time you looked over, your whole body seemed to set aflame in a blinding rage. 

Jungkook was no longer at the back of the line, in fact you had to boost yourself up taller in order to see the back of his head. But what you saw next to him was what really set you off; some pretty girl latched onto his arm as if she belonged there.

The chattering voices and pulsing music all seemed to fade into the background as you watched the woman continually push herself at your boyfriend. Clenching your fists, you caved into your seething anger, standing from your seat and stomping out of the room before you could think twice about it. 

He wanted to let that shit happen? Fine. But you sure as hell weren’t going to stick around and watch.

The rational part of you knew that you were acting ridiculous, much like a child throwing a tantrum with the way you’d just stormed off. But the rational part of you was not in control right now. The rational part of you had disappeared as soon as you saw her put her hands on your boyfriend.

Your heels clicked along the floorboards as you made your way toward the door, harsh breaths escaping your flared nostrils at the vision replaying over and over again in your head. 

You were so distracted that you didn’t even hear the footsteps coming toward you, nearly jumping out of your skin when you suddenly collided with a body. 

“Whoa, where are you going?” Jimin asked after steadying your body with his hands on your shoulders, seemingly walking back from the bathroom before you nearly trampled him on your fast paced trip down the hallway. 

A frown appeared on his face as he studied your reddened cheeks and overall shifted energy from only a few minutes ago, ducking his head as his eyebrows knit together in concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, your mouth gaping for a second as you considered what to say, knowing you could not possibly state the actual reason you had attempted to storm out of the party without being seen as crazy by your friend.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” He lowered his voice, your eyes widening at the sudden excuse before you shook your head no.

You felt horrible lying to Jimin as he looked at you with a sympathetic frown, the back of his hand going to your forehead with a concerned furrow of his brows. But it was the only option you had; that or looking like the jealous maniac you were at the moment.

“I-I was just going to get some air.” You explained weakly, Jimin nodding before looking back at the flashing lights of the dance floor. 

Was that what you were trying to do? Honestly, you didn’t know. The only thing going through your mind while walking out through the hallway was simply getting as far as you could from what was going on at the bar.

“You want me to come with you?” He offered, making you smile slightly before shaking your head again. 

“No, Jimin, I’m fine. This is your party and I want you to go have fun. If I don’t see you again, happy birthday.” You faked a smile, the man nodding before pulling you in for a hug. 

It was then that you heard the quiet thumping of footsteps down the hall, pulling away from your friend’s embrace to find none other than your boyfriend approaching behind Jimin.

“Feel better, alright?” Jimin gently squeezed at your shoulder, you nodding in response before he walked away, leaving you alone with Jungkook in the otherwise empty hallway.

“You’re not feeling well, baby?” His brows knit pulled together, having overheard the last bit of the conversation in his stroll to find you after returning to your empty spot in the booth, drinks finally in hand. 

“Not really. Just need some air.” You sighed, your boyfriend stepping forward with a press of his palm to your spine to lead you outside, no hesitation in his actions as he concentrated on getting you out of the building. 

Despite the goosebumps pricking your arms, the cold air that met your skin when Jungkook shoved the door open felt nice. You didn’t even realize how overheated you’d gotten in your rage, only realizing then how sickly you’d probably looked to Jimin.

Well, at least that excuse would work out for you.

“Fuck, it’s cold.” Jungkook mumbled, interrupting your thoughts as he slipped his jacket off of his shoulders to drape over your own, taking a seat beside you on the sidewalk. 

You thanked him quietly at the polite gesture, sighing out as you placed your elbows on your knees, resting your forehead in your hands. Honestly, at this point, you did have a headache. But it wasn’t from alcohol or the pulsing music in the building behind you. 

It was entirely induced by the way the blood had rushed to your head when you’d seen that girl push herself at your boyfriend, shamelessly giggling at him in a high pitched tone that had you clenching your fists, the crescent moon imprints from your fingernails still dug into your palm.

It really wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t done anything in return. But at the sight, you couldn’t hold back the fiery monster inside of you, the feeling that you just wanted to slap whoever tried to steal this man from you.

You hated yourself for feeling this way, knowing that Jungkook deserved someone who didn’t make a fuss out of these silly little things. The anger had now almost completely faded, manifesting itself in frustration with yourself and your own insecurities.

Now you were just projecting, taking feelings that were in no way his fault out on him.

“What are you doing?” He spoke up, interrupting your thought process as you continued blinking down at the pavement beside your feet.

Jungkook had been sitting next to you this entire time, observing you with wide eyes as you seemed to completely dissociate; something not all too uncommon for you to do when you were upset about something. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly alert when he noticed your lower lip tremble a bit, big doe eyes staring back at you as he tried to figure out what was going on with you. 

“Nothing, Kook. I just want to go home, I think. I’ll get a cab so you can stay-” 

“Baby, if you want to leave, I’m coming with you. C’mon, let’s go home.” Jungkook said as he pushed himself up from the ground, reaching his palm out to you, a bit of relief washing through his body when you let him hold your hand and tug you up from the ground. 

Fuck, you wished he wasn’t so sweet. It made it even harder to be upset with him.

You didn’t let go of his hand once you were standing, Jungkook not taking the initiative of letting go either. The touch provided a bit of comfort to the both of you, his touch grounding your anger and your touch reassuring him that it was maybe not him that you were upset with. Maybe.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” He stopped you again, studying your expression with a slight pout. With a silent nod, you let him lead you down the sidewalk, footsteps in tune with his own as you made your way down the street.

Jungkook kept sneaking glances over at you, lost as he tried his best to navigate the clues your body language was giving him.

Your head was cast downward, eyes never meeting his even as he looked over at you. Your hand held his tightly, most likely subconsciously as you seemed completely in your own head at the moment. 

With a deep breath, he paused to interrupt your trudge along the sidewalk, his sudden stop causing you to pause as well, barely even registering the action as self deprivating thoughts continued to swirl around your head.

“Hey,” he softly called for your attention, your eyes meeting his at the sound, “what’s going on?” 

His question had you diverting your eyes again, instead focusing on a passing car as you bit the side of your cheek in angst. He was going to get it out of you sooner or later; he was persistent, always had been.

“I’m fine.” You responded, not knowing what else to say as the wind blew your hair back from your face. 

You watched as Jungkook’s face morphed from confusion to absolute sadness, his fingers gently soothing over your cheek to confirm what he’d thought he’d seen in the glow from the headlights of the car passing by seconds ago.

“Baby, you’re crying.” 

With a confused hum, you lifted your hand to your face, swiping your wet cheeks and cursing under your breath. You truly hadn’t felt it happen, but you supposed it was no wonder with the growing lump in your throat.

“I think it’s the wind.” You mumbled lamely, Jungkook scoffing before pulling you into a hug, guiding your head to the crook of his neck as you easily complied.

“If you think I’m buying that for a single second,” he sighed, “can you please tell me what’s wrong?” He asked sadly, awaiting an answer as you sniffled into his neck. 

“I don’t wanna say it. I already feel like an asshole.” You responded, feeling more tears prick your eyeballs at the mere thought of bringing up your doubts to him. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to take your own stupid insecurities and blame himself.

“What?” Jungkook asked, confusion lacing his tone as he slightly pulled away from you to glance at your face. 

“That girl fucking pissed me off. And then I stormed out like a child. I ignored you because I didn’t know how to approach the conversation like an adult. I hurt you, so now I’m crying.” You explained, sniffling as Jungkook swiped at your tears with his thumbs, confusion etched into his features at your scattered thoughts. 

“What girl pissed you off?” He cocked his head, making you widen your eyes in disbelief.

“At the party.” You stated obviously.

When his face still didn’t change, you sighed, biting your lip out of nerves before your boyfriend undid the action with his finger.  His eyebrows were still bunched in confusion, fumbling to figure out the cause of your emotions.

“At the bar, Kook. She was all over you.” You specified, the wheels slowly turning in Jungkook’s head as his mouth gaped open.

“Are you kidding?” He asked in disbelief, making you huff before crossing your arms over your chest, turning away from him with a plastered on smile.

“Yep, I guess I’m just a dumbass.” You shrugged, beginning to walk away before Jungkook caught you with an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him.

“No, no, no, stop. That’s not what I meant. I just, I can’t really believe you’re so upset about something like that.” He explained, you remaining silent as you adjusted your gaze down to the top button on his shirt.  

By now, the jealousy had almost fully faded, leaving you feeling ashamed and embarrassed of your previous actions influenced by your momentary rage.

“I can acknowledge that she wasn’t exactly being appropriate,” He spoke slowly, “but I wasn’t engaging with it, was I?” 

You shrugged at that, blinking at a nearby telephone pole as you nervously fiddled with your fingers tucked into Jungkook’s coat pocket.

“What does that mean?” He asked at the action, causing you to sigh as you looked back at him.

“It means I don’t know. You weren’t exactly pushing her off of you.” You explained, causing Jungkook to raise his eyebrows at you in a deadpanned stare.

“No, I didn’t push her off of me. That’s a step too far, don’t you think?” He asked, inhaling deeply in an attempt to ground his building frustrations, grabbing your hand in his and soothing his thumb over the skin of your knuckles.

“You have to trust me, love. I would never do anything to hurt you.” He spoke softly, you nodding in reply as his eyes implored yours to believe him.

“I know that. I do trust you, Kook. I’m sorry.” You sniffled, Jungkook pulling you into his chest again and stroking his fingers through your hair at the back of your head. 

“I’m not upset with you, baby. Just a little confused, is all.” He pulled back slightly to look at your face, tucking some loose strands of your hair behind your ears as his eyes studied your own puffy ones.

“Why did you get so upset?” He asked, making you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion at the obvious answer to his question. 

“Because that girl was all over you an-”

“That’s not what I mean. Why did that girl bother you so much if you know I only want you?” He interrupted you, watching as you sighed knowingly, gulping the fresh lump in your throat down in an attempt to bury your emotions. 

“It’s not you. I trust you.” You assured him, the man nodding at you as he patiently waited for your elaboration. 

“It’s not you that’s the problem. It’s me.” You said shakily, face crumpling into tears once again making Jungkook step toward you to hug you once again. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay.” He soothed you, running his hand up and down your spine comfortingly before you pulled back slightly to look at him. 

“Me crying isn’t a reason to avoid this conversation, Jungkook. I’m being ridiculous and I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears with the pads of your fingers, swiping them away in frustration that you couldn’t express your thoughts and feelings without bawling like a baby.

“I know it’s not, it is a conversation we need to have, I know that. But you’re upset, I’m upset, we’re tired, and it’s fucking cold out here.” He finished with a slight laugh, making you chuckle as well.

“Let’s just go home, change into some comfortable clothes, and then we’ll talk. Calmly. Okay?” He asked, you frowning as you looked back at the building you’d tried to leave in a huff.

“You don’t want to stay? I’m fine with staying.” You assured him, the man chuckling slightly as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I just want to go home with my favorite girl.” He mumbled against the skin, pulling back to raise his eyebrows at your skeptical expression.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded, smiling gently at you when you nodded in agreement, taking his hand in yours once again as you let him lead you to the car. 

“Hop on in, m’lady.” He gestured with a nod, holding the passenger side door open as you slipped past him to sit in the car. 

You expected him to close the door and round the vehicle to get into the drivers side, but you were surprised when he instead leaned over your body, placing his hand on your jaw to press his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

Taken aback at the way his lips hungrily captured yours, your hand instinctively came up to support the back of his head as you allowed his tongue to push its way past your lips. 

The pads of your fingers soothed over the hair on his nape as his soft lips melded with yours, tiny puffs of air escaping from his nostrils and hitting your skin as he continued his dizzying ministrations.

Pulling back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, looking down at you with fluttered eyelids as he stroked his thumb across your cheek.

“My heart is yours. I‘m in love with you. And that will never change.” He reminded you, your eyes glued to his pretty features in awe as you soaked in his words. 

“I know that, Kookie. I do.” You responded quietly, the man nodding in satisfaction before leaning in to peck your lips one last time, pulling back and withdrawing himself from the car.

When he shut the door, you were surrounded in silence once again, but this time your mind wasn’t making it so loud.

It was eased even just the slightest bit at the man’s reassurances, comforted by the way his hand held your own, resting upon your thigh as he started the car.

Your insecurities would not vanish overnight, that was for sure. But with the tender patience Jungkook never failed to provide you with, you had no doubt that it was an issue that could be worked through.

Leaning over to press your lips to Jungkook’s cheek, a smile quirked his lips at the action, turning to you with a shy grin as your eyes traced his features in the dark.

“What was that for?” He asked, smile widening when you shrugged your shoulders.

“I just love you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my crazy bullshit.” You said, Jungkook scoffing in response, lifting your joint hands to kiss at your knuckles.

“I love you. Along with all your crazy bullshit.”

[supremeinlilac]

Count  (NSFW)

Pairing: Pre Apocalype!Wilhemina x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3125

Warnings: Caning, bondage, slight degradation(?), just filth I guess

A/N: This is my first time writing anything nsfw (i wrote it before mirror, mirror), so please let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve it. I’m a whore for constructive criticism :)

Tag list idk?: @extraordinarilycelestrial

Anger bubbled through your body as you trampled through the gate at the front of the house you shared with Mina. The porch lights were on, meaning she was already home, despite having left work about an hour after you to catch up with work in the quiet of her office . Jeff and Mutt had been at you all day, chipping away at your patience as you tried your hardest to ignore their stares and inappropriate comments and complete the report you were currently working on.

They had continued even after your polite remark insinuating that you had a lot of work starting to catch up to you, and that they had caught you at the worst possible moment. Mocking and teasing “oooooohs” followed you when you finally slammed your hands firmly onto your desks and asked through gritted teeth that they let you be.

Usually you would relax with Wilhemina over lunch and bitch to her about them and their intolerable attitudes, but today she had been extremely busy as well and kept her office door locked the whole day, much to your disappointment. You found your lunch with a hastily scribbled note that read: when your periods finished, I’ll help relieve that tension you have going on,, J which you scrunched up and tossed in the general direction of the bin, huffing and clenching your jaw to stop yourself from marching over to where the pair of them were sat, mouths set in smug grins watching you from across the room, and slapping one of them across their faces.

To top off all that shit, your car had broken down 10 minutes away from your house on the drive back, which was a 30-minute walk back in the biting wind. Without, unsurprisingly at this point, your coat, which you’d left in the office in your haste to leave. You had no choice but to do just that as your phone decided that today would be the day it would give up on life and refuse to turn on.

Long story short, you’d had just about enough.

You dropped your keys trying to find the right one that would open the front door. You audibly exhaled in a loud impatient groan, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto your bed and lie there until the anger dissipated. Slamming the door closed behind you and throwing your bag down beside the coat rack, you ran your fingers through your hair before stomping up the stairs, ignoring the call Wilhemina gave you from the kitchen.

Flopping down on the bed, you released a long yell that was muffled by the pillows your face was buried in. Still feeling anger after the first yell fell short, you allowed yourself a second scream, hands in your hair now, bunching at the scalp, so unbelievably pissed off that you failed to notice the door click softly closed behind you.

“And just what do you think you are doing?” her voice cut through the silence which now hung in the bedroom, making you jump but remain in the same position, now sulking at your unfortune of the past 8 hours. “Where have you been?” she spoke again, ignoring your lack of response at her first question. Her fingers drummed impatiently on her cane, which was clutched tightly between her two hands; her lips drawn tightly together as she rigidly stood and observed you on the bed.

You decided in that moment that you needed something to take your mind off the day you’d just had, so you clenched your jaw shut and closed your eyes, smirking into the pillow. You knew what you were doing to the older woman stood by the door, but you were in one of your moods, and feeling far to stubborn to give her the satisfaction of your submission.

Wilhemina’s eyes narrowed as she slowly advanced towards the bed, cane tapping threateningly. “Don’t you dare be bratty with me Y/N, don’t think I won’t punish you simply because you’ve had a bad day. Now I’ll give you one more chance to tell me what has got you so annoyed”. You slowly turned around from your position on the bed, a heat settling in your stomach at her tone as you faced her, legs crossed and an innocent smile on your face as you remained silent.

She didn’t even give you time to be surprised, a single yelp escaping your mouth as she lurched forward, gripping your jaw in her hand bruisingly and forcing your head up to look at her. She wore a smirk that made the heat fall straight to your centre, making you overly aware of the throbbing now between your legs. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you pet” her thumb brushed your lower lip and you eagerly took it into your mouth, suckling on it and watching her eyes with your own. Removing it, she wiped it off on your cheek before tutting loudly, “take your clothes off; leave your panties on”.

Your brattiness now long forgotten, you scrambled off the bed in your haste to please the woman before you. The incessant tapping of her cane spurred on your actions, clothes discarded as you stumbled around before standing patiently beside her, arms by your side, the cold of the room prickling your skin as you shivered under her gaze.

She leisurely walked around your fidgeting form, nails dragging across the skin of shoulder behind her before she stopped behind you. You fought the urge to turn to face her, feeling her breath lingering on your shoulder. She deliberately smoothed her flat palms up and down your arms, chuckling at the involuntary reaction your body has at her touch. Leaning forwards and bringing your earlobe between her teeth, she pulled slightly and you couldn’t help the soft moan that left your lips at her action.

As soon as her touch came, it was gone. “Bend over the edge of the bed, hands behind your back.” She commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument on your part, as you did as she requested, sinking to your knees and lowering your torso onto the bed, your bottom up in the air. You felt something smooth and cold slip round your wrists, a ribbon most likely, and restrain your wrists tightly together. Her movements paused, allowing you to test the bonds which failed to give when you tried to escape them.

“Is that okay babygirl?” she checked, stroking your cheek lovingly waiting for your response. When you gave her the go ahead, nodding and letting out a breathy “yes”, she allowed herself to slip back into dominance. Pacing back and forth, she allowed you to suffer in the anticipation for a while, until you whimpered and fidgeted where you lay. “I’m going to give you 10 spanks” she paused, her smirk growing watching you tense, “with my cane. And you’re going to count for me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and slight fear; she’s never used her cane on you before, only ever using it as a threat when you were pushing your luck and being too bratty for her liking. You couldn’t lie, the thought had also aroused you to no end, being punished with the very thing she relied on so heavily; but you knew Mina was never soft with her punishments. “But you’ve never used the ca-” she cut you off quickly, not in the mood for any backchat now she’d made up her mind what you deserved.

“Do I need to gag you baby? Or are you going to be a good girl for me and be quiet?”

Her sweet, mocking tone made you squirm under her gaze, you shook your head against the sheets. You didn’t want to exacerbate your punishment further, not that you ever held your bratty attitude long when in her commanding presence. Mina smiled, she loved that you so quickly fell in line for her, allowing her as much of the control and power she seeked.

“No, we couldn’t have you gagged could we? Then I wouldn’t be able to hear you counting little one. You will count for me won’t you?” you whimpered, eyes finding hers over your shoulder as she closed in. “I always loose count otherwise, and I’d hate to have to start again” she drawled, the corner of her mouth twitching as she raised her chin, eyes not leaving yours.

“I’ll count” you gasped, her hands coolly massaging your shoulders, drawing out the suspense of the impending caning. She knew full well what she was doing, confident that her patience could hold out extensively, all while you would get impossibly worked up and needy.

“Good girl.” Patting your shoulder, she withdrew her hands and returned behind you, out of your line of vision.

She brought the cane down onto the skin where your thigh met the curve of your ass, your body jolting forward unexpectedly, and you gasped at the feeling, which at first felt hot, blood rushing to the site before the twinge of pain kicked in. “One” you spoke confidently, cheeks flushed as you found yourself eager for her to bring the cane down on you again.

She paused, allowing the anticipation to hang heavily in the air as she ran a single finger slowly down your spine, revelling in how your body shivered under her light touch. She waited just long enough for your guard to come down and you to let out a small breath of relief, before swinging her cane back down onto your cheeks, wood biting at the skin as you let out a yelp of surprise.

Your voice was more raspy this time, the number spoken quickly, your arms straining against their confines, aching to soothe the skin that were now hot where she had landed the strikes. After the third hit, you couldn’t help the shame that ebbed at your mind that you were involuntarily enjoying Wilhemina punishing you; almost as much as she was turned on by the power you allowed her to hold over you. The coupled feeling of both pain and pleasure sent sparks of electricity through your body, as if suddenly being lit by a flickering flame.

Four and five came down on your skin in the exact same place as the third, catching the raw line that marred the skin of your butt and eliciting a hiss from your lips. You counted, voice smaller now as you bit your lip to avoid unwarranted sounds from escaping. The sixth hit was the hardest so far, and your hips bucked backwards involuntarily, not going unnoticed by the older woman who’s eyes darkened and a smirk graced her lips. You weren’t expecting your girlfriend to use such force; or the fact that this was turning you on more than you ever thought it would. Your vision was starting to cloud at the sensation, mind hazy as you focused on the deep throb between your legs.

Her nails digging slightly into the tender flesh of your ass was the only reminder you needed, choking out a strangled “six” before returning to biting the sheets beneath your head. All you could concentrate on was the feeling of yourself trickling shamelessly down the inside of your thigh, praying to god that Mina couldn’t see how this was affecting you. “That was your last warning sweetheart” she cooed, cool palms soothing the sore flesh beneath them in slow rubs.

The final four strikes came in quick succession, Mina not even giving you time to compose yourself in between the hits. This meant you subconsciously let out a low moan at the force of her last cane strike, which was considerably harder than the rest, sending your body forward further into the bed.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you” she scoffed, and you could practically hear the smirk that adorned her features. She ran two fingers up the length of your inner thigh, collecting the juices and holding them up to the light. You bit the sheets between your teeth at her actions, suppressing a moan that threatened to bubble from your throat at her mocking tone.

At the lack of a response, Wilhemina quickly brought her open palm sharply down on your thigh, the sting pulling goosebumps up along the length of your bare back, nipples rubbing uncomfortably against the sheets as you squirmed. She fisted the hair at the nape of your neck tightly, pulling so your ear was aligned with her mouth, her hot breath tickling the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“When I ask you a question, I expect a response baby girl” she drawled, voice low and raspy, making you shiver and let out a shaky breath. “You know I don’t like disobedient little girls now do I?”. You shook your head quickly, eyes screwed shut as her voice went straight to your core, making you squirm in her grasp. She tugged again, warningly. “No god- No Ms Venable, I’ll be a good girl I promise” you spluttered out, moan catching in your throat as she relaxed her grip on your hair, bringing her hand round to your throat, squeezing experimentally.

“It’s a bit late for that- don’t you think little one?” her fingers flexed against your throat, feeling the muscles contract as you swallowed deeply at the feeling. “But since you were such a good girl and took your punishment so well for me, I think I could give you what you want”, you nodded desperately, tears in your eyes as a result of the pain and pleasure of the caning. “Please” you squeaked, no longer caring how needy you sounded to the older woman, only wanting her to give you what you wanted so badly.

Her eyes darkened with lust, pressing the slick fingers to your lips as you gladly took them in, circling them with your tongue as you moaned, the taste of your own arousal on her fingers made you physically ache for her touch, you were now too sensitive to do more than fight the urge to rub your thighs together to relieve the pressure that had built up there. She withdrew her fingers teasingly, coaxing you to turn onto your back while she hovered herself over your fidgeting body, arms either side of your head, propping herself up.

Capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her teeth nipping and pulling at your bottom lip harshly, as she allowed her fingernails to slowly rake down your stomach, red scores in their wake. A sigh left your lips as she grazed over your core, body reacting involuntarily with your hips bucking up to meet her hand.

“You’re dripping wet for me.” She drawled, voice low and dripping with arousal as she taunted you. “My little slut getting so worked up while being punished, tsk tsk tsk” she tutted as you groaned at her words, heat flooding to your core.

She trailed two fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal before slipping them into you slowly. Allowing you to adjust to her fingers inside, she kissed along the curve of your jaw, sucking a deep bruise on the underside of it, starting to pull her fingers back out of you and setting herself a quick pace that had you whimpering beneath her.

You bit you lip to quieten the breathy moans you were releasing at her fingers curling inside you with each thrust, and the feeling of Wilhemina’s hot breath on the delicate skin of your neck. “You don’t need to be quiet, little one. I want to hear your sweet little noises.”

You let your head fell back on the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as Wilhemina brought her thumb to circle your clit, adding pressure causing you to jerk up into her and let out a loud moan of pleasure. She quickened her pace inside you, adding another finger and hissing as you clenched around her fingers. “God you’re so tight” she husked in your ear, nipping at the lobe and trailing bites down to the swell of your breast.

You gasped at the feeling of her teeth grazing the hard bud of your nipple, tweaking it between her teeth. You arched your back into her touch. She sucked on your nipple, tongue swirling the bud and pulling back to blow cold air onto the sensitive skin.

She flicked again at your clit, smirking against your other breast at the way your body shivered under her, a little squeak falling from your lips, breathing becoming laboured.

“I’m gunna- oh god- Please, please can I come Mina” you moaned, feeling the familiar wave of an orgasm creeping up on you, tension knotted deep in the pit of your stomach. Her face left the swollen nipple she’d been biting and returned to hover over your face.

“Come for me baby.”

Her fingers continued to stroke against your insides as the orgasm ripped through your body, clenching around the fingers buried inside you, eliciting mewls to drip like liquid from your open lips. The waves kept intensifying as Wilhemina persisted; drawing your orgasm out for as long as she could to prolong the pleasure that rippled through your trembling body.

She let you catch your breath, still trembling beside her after the powerful orgasm she’d given you. Taking the fingers she’d withdrawn from your centre into her mouth, keeping eye contact with you as you let another moan escape your lips at the sight of her tongue circling the digits. Hand coming to curl behind your neck and bringing you towards her for a gentle kiss, allowing you to suck the lingering taste of your arousal off her tongue.

Her nails lightly scratched the skin of your scalp, prompting goosebumps to prickle over your skin despite the sheen of sweat you now wore. “Now baby girl. What are you going to do the next time you have a bad day and get all annoyed?” You whimpered, anytime she used an authoritative voice or questioned you like this making you weak with arousal.

“Answer me.”

“Not be a brat and – oh” you gasped as her hand found your throat, fingers flexing and squeezing in warning. “And tell you why I’m annoyed” you blurted out, cheeks flushed pink at the control the older woman had over your body.

“Good girl.” She patted your jaw twice, smiling, before moving to lie back against the cushions next to you. “Because you know that I can make you forget all about your bad day don’t you honey?” you nodded at her, eyes glazed over in admiration at how she could unravel you with only her words and make you forget whatever was on your mind.

“Now come here and apologise to me properly”

[marvelicious-concessions]

Lucent

Chapter 1 - One fateful day

I was ‘bored’ and started writing a thing... also yes, I like moodboards.

It’s going to start ‘shortly’ before the first Thor movie and progress until after the tv show :)

Pairing Loki x f!reader

Warnings: for this chapter? none? I think?

To say the past few hours had been stressful would be the understatement of the century. Y/N crouched behind a large container, catching her breath, beads of sweat rolling down her temple. Honestly, she had no idea how it all went so horribly wrong. She was on vacation, a long waited, much needed vacation.

One moment she was strolling the streets with her friends, the next she was separated from her group, the city in complete chaos. The swarm of panicking pedestrians had pushed her like a relentless force. What were they even running from? The world had become just a little crazier those last years. You just didn't know anymore if it was a natural disaster, terrorist attack, gamma radiations gone wrong or some billionaire in an armored suit.

She never got an answer, a loud crashing noise ringing through the streets. The people crouched, covering their heads or desperately attempted to get to any semblance of safety. But as Y/N cautiously raised her eyes she saw a massive chunk of the skyscraper before her slowly bending towards them. Pieces of glass were falling, someone screamed to her left, the shrill piercing her eardrum. She was pushed back, the flow of people suddenly changing direction. There was something wet on the back of her shirt, but she didn't dare look, her eyes fixed on the building as she was trying not to be trampled by the masses. The snapping of the metal resistances, the grinding of the materials and shattering of glass could all be heard between the cries.

They were not going to make it. Not her and probably very few lucky bastards of the ones around her, if any. The block of concrete came loose and plummeted, breaking a few more windows on it's way from the floors below before ricocheting. It was a horrible sound, drowned in screams and shouts. But she didn't want to die, not there, not then. Not yet.

She felt it then for the first time, an odd sensation, something that was there, but not entirely. And she grabbed at it without a second thought, holding onto it for dear life. A life line. It filled her entire being, tingling at the tips of her fingers, begging for release. Power. So much power.

It blasted through her hands straight at the rubble mere inches from her and suddenly everything was white.

The entire street had been filled with... feathers. Fluffy and white and falling down like rain, blocking much of everyone's view.

But they were alive. She was alive.

Or at least she felt alive. The aching of her feet where she had been stepped on suggested she was very much still alive.

It took only a few minutes maybe for the white blanket to settle. People, confused but slightly relieved, stated making their way again away from the damaged building, once again pushing her to move with the heard. God, she just wanted the day to end! Maybe just go back home and sleep for the remaining of her free days. But something was off.

Y/N looked around only to notice people were staring at her and keeping distance, a circle slowly forming around her. She stopped and the mass seemed to take another step away from her, pointing at her and whispering between them.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Do you think she did this?"

"I swear, more and more freaks are showing up every damn day!" Ok, that last one was more of an exasperated shout than a whisper.

Was there something wrong with her? She felt fine, just tired. She looked down and she noticed her hands.

They were glowing.

Her hands were freaking GLOWING! A soft golden light that she hadn't noticed before, but it was there and once acknowledged it seemed to be fueled even more. The light sparked and the people let out one collective gasp, backing away once again in unison.

She imagined it would have been funny to watch the hive-like behavior. If she wouldn't have been in the center of it all.

The next few moments had been, confusing to say the least. The mob had separated in two groups, fluctuating between "Let's just get out of here!" and "She has to pay for what she did!", that last statement worrisome.

She had to get rid of the glow! Fast! A few people started approaching her.

"Stay back, please. Just... just-" Her voice cracked.

Just what? Let her be? She didn't do anything? Did she? Why the hell was she glowing then??

A group of men cladded in black pushed through, flashing some kind of badge. What kind of 90s movie did she land in?

"Stand back! Coming through!"

"Go home people! We'll handle things from here."

Handle things? She was not a thing. Not something to be handled, solved. Was she? Her hands, still radiating, would beg to differ.

"Agent Coulson, miss. I will have to ask you to come with us." He was friendly looking, at least compared with the others. But she really didn't want to go anywhere with them.

"I just want to go home." A nap, she just needed a nice long nap, right after a bath to wash away the grime and hopefully the glow.

"That, may not be an option. Not yet at least. We only want to talk with you somewhere more private." The guy to his right moved suddenly and she realized he squared his shoulder, tightening the grip on his holstered gun.

"I didn't do anything wrong." Coulson noticed the panic in her voice and took a step forward to get her attention back on him.

"It's for your best interest, miss. We need to get you out of here." In hindsight, maybe she should have accepted the offer, she almost had. But a nagging little voice to the back of het mind was just screaming at her not to. She was just one girl, confused and alone, and they were a dozen shady men with weapons at the ready. She had to get back to her friends, make sure they were alright. Had to call her parents, before anyone saw the incident on the news and get worried.

"Thanks, but I think I'll be fine. I just-"

Two of the agents pounced on her. They grabbed towards her upper arms, apparently trying to avoid her hands. Who could blame them? But she took the opportunity and bolted, ducking and dodging the men. If her heart was not threatening to beat right out of her chest she'd be impressed with her performance.

The people who stayed to watch had parted before her with startled screams as she pointed one had at them.

For a moment, she pictured the scene: the poor scared pedestrians avoiding her like the plague, the government agents on her trail, guns out and a few warning shots fired. And her, running from them all like some kind of cartoon villain.

Surely she was just dreaming, right? It was all so absurd it couldn't be real. Just like that scientist couldn't turn into a green beast and like a dude flying around in armor just could not happen, ever. She decided she wasn't ready to take that chance. So she ran.

And that's how she ended up on the docks, hiding behind a container that smelled so bad she almost puked while trying to steady her erratic breathing. How could anyone think she was a threat? It only took a potent smell to bring her down.

Her back to the container, she slid down the cool metal, legs shaking and hands still shining. She heard the agent call her out again, the one who spoke to her, and she thought she should just go with them. She probably had already broken some law by running and the last thing she wanted was to become a fugitive! But...

She just couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't stand up, either from exhaustion or fright, couldn't show herself and plead for safety. The tears spilled as she cradled her hands to her chest, forehead resting on her knees. A small sob escaped her as she curled into herself, a futile attempt to make herself smaller. She just wanted to disappear.

What was happening? What was wrong with her? She needed answers, she demanded them! She had been stomped on, pushed and pulled in all directions like a ragdoll and almost crushed to death by a falling building. On top of that her hands were now aglow and men were chasing her. She was tired and sweaty, her clothes felt disgusting on her skin. She deserved a break!

Footsteps, barely audible but definitely there, made her tighten her eyes, more tears rolling down. They were going to lock her up somewhere, maybe experiment on her like some kind of freak. Someone called her so earlier, had they not? More rustling close to her hiding spot. Another sob and she tried to bring her legs closer, be smaller, disappear.

The energy she felt before was still there, somewhere, pulsating around her, touching her skin, but still out of reach. She wanted to be anywhere else! She wanted to go home! She wanted to be safe!

It was an even weirder sensation than before. Something akin to to being on a plane when it takes flight, a motion made without really moving. Or maybe like she had been suddenly thrown out of said plane. The air wrapped around her so fast it was hard to breath for a moment. She opened her eyes and instinctively reached with her hands forward. She landed on her stomach, forearms talking the blunt of the fall. Where the fuck did she land from? Had the agents thrown her around??

Someone was talking above her, but her ears were ringing and she couldn't make out the words. She groaned and tried to stand up, the soft dirt floor smudging her sweaty skin and clothes. Dirt floor? On the docks?

"Are you alright, my lady?" The voice was booming, the accent strange. Y/N's eyes shot up and she stumbled backwards. The man before her looked like he walked right of a sports magazine. But she didn't notice much else about him, the looming golden castle in the background just too eye catching. Where? What?

"Easy there. You seem to have been through a lot." A woman joined, her outfit strange. "Can we help you with anything?"

"Um, where exactly am I?" She tried to get up, but her legs faltered. Before she could fall someone steadied her, hands firm but careful. "Thanks." She met his eyes, such a vivid green. The man gave a small nod in response, nose crinkling as he stepped away from her. Well, she sure didn't need the extra confirmation that she smelled bad, but there it was. She dusted herself, as if that would have helped, but noticed her hands were not glowing anymore. Good, at least that was out of the way.

"You are on the training grounds, my lady." Another man explained and she turned her head to notice three more men.

"Interrupting my victory, may I add." Green eyes chimed in from the side.

"Ha! In your dreams, brother." His laugh was boisterous and almost contagious. Almost. Her eyes scanned the group. They were dressed weird, medieval in a way but way too clean and fancy. Were they reenacting something?

"I believe you were five points behind, Loki." The shorter blonde man patted green eyes - Loki - on the shoulder.

"All part of the plan." He retorted and they laughed, some kind of inside joke maybe? They all seemed nice. At least they didn't want to harm her. Their friendly banter reminded her of her own friends and suddenly she felt very out of place. Lost and alone, she wished she had someone on her side.

"I, umm. I'm very sorry I interrupted your game, but could you please tell me where exactly I am right now?" They deadpanned, a variety of raised eyebrows and wide eyes. Loki had the audacity to scoff, his lips stretching into a smirk.

"On Asgard of course."

"Right, Asgard. Of course..." It was the last thing she could muster the strength to say before the dizziness finally took over and she passed out. The woman caught her this time and she could hear the concern in her voice.

"Thor, I don't think she's-"

[sou-kk]

Karma Duet (SP Void Menreiki) Event Story Transcript - Part 03

Date: August 13. 2021 (Global Server)

Part 01 | Part 02

Somewhere in the old mansion before Dark Seimei met up with his shikigami… A dilapidated staircase reached out from the doors and started to fold and spin. A crack appeared on the staircase and separated the two figures that were fighting. The minute they stopped, one of them pushed the other violently. Unexpectedly, she was grabbed by the sleeves and flung down the staircase. The girl struggled to get up, her thin fingers scrabbled on the wooden staircase. Then she was stomped upon by a foot. The girl in white was hanging down from the staircase.

 GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      See? I’ll always be the last one smiling. No matter how many times over!

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      It feels so good. No matter how much pain I am in, I’m happy so long as I can look down on your face from high above.

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      Hahaha!

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      Urgh, you! When did you get the knife…

GIRL (SEMIMARU):             Hee hee, don’t forget that I’m always watching you…

GIRL (SEMIMARU):             Your sweet happiness will now be placed alongside my liquor of bitterness! Hee hee…

A sharp knife pierced through the ankle of the girl. A pair of hands tainted by blood dropped the knife and grabbed the ankle. The two of them were at stalemate. Then the staircase started to turn again.

GIRL (SEMIMARU):             Looks like luck is on my side this time. Hee hee, die with me!

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      Why? Why do you have both luck and power when it’s clear I deserve our master’s pity?!

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      Let go of me! Let go! Argh!

GIRL (SEMIMARU):             Hee hee…

The cries faded as the two fell from the ever-shifting staircase. It then quieted down. A figure appeared on the spot where the two had been fighting. An abyss devoured everything. After a long wait without hearing a thud, the figure leaned down to touch the blood on the ground, only to find that it was just an illusion.

OOTENGU:                            This is also an illusion.

OOTENGU:                            I’ve been investigating the place ever since I woke up. But I still haven’t figured out the shifting pattern of the house.

OOTENGU:                            Are the illusions rebuilding the past of this place? How many times has it played out?

OOTENGU:                            What a sick hobby.

OOTENGU:                            Having seen the power of the few monsters that attacked me, Yuki Onna should be able to handle them despite her physical condition.

OOTENGU:                            Anyway, I must meet up with them again as soon as possible.

OOTENGU:                            Tsk, the headache, I can feel it again…

OOTENGU:                            This strange sense of anxiety and familiarity…

OOTENGU:                            Low ceilings, narrow corridors, layers of closed doors…

OOTENGU:                            Is the mansion designed to…amplify hidden feelings?

OOTENGU:                            Anyone who lives in this kind of house would be driven mad sooner or later.

OOTENGU:                            I must find them and leave this place as soon as possible.

OOTENGU:                            Wait a minute, we came here voluntarily… But for what purpose? I can’t remember.

OOTENGU:                            This place also affects your memories, not just your mood. What a terrible feeling.

Ootengu passed through layers of paper doors. The chamber continued to stretch on. He couldn’t find the end, let alone the exit.

DARK SEIMEI:                      …

OOTENGU:                            ?!

DARK SEIMEI:                      …

OOTENGU:                            Master, Master Dark Seimei… Wait, that’s…

Ootengu didn’t approach to greet him. He hid behind a paper door and eavesdropped on Dark Seimei who was talking to someone.

OOTENGU:                            (If I’m not mistaken, Master Dark Seimei was talking to…)

OOTENGU:                            (Sure enough. Before we passed out and got separated, he’d been stalking us. He thought we didn’t notice him, but…)

OOTENGU:                            (What’s with that exceptionally strong demon force around him?)

HAKUZOSU:                         Huh? There’s no one else here. I must’ve heard wrong.

DARK SEIMEI:                      Stop dawdling and let’s get going.

HAKUZOSU:                         Okay, okay. I know that you’re a great onmyoji with a clear goal.

OOTENGU:                            …

OOTENGU:                            Master Dark Seimei!

DARK SEIMEI:                      Ootengu? You’re here.

OOTENGU:                            (He is indeed Master Dark Seimei and not the illusion that shared his resemblance. But he was…)

DARK SEIMEI:                      Everything looks weird here. It’s good to meet up again with my companions.

DARK SEIMEI:                      I just met a horde of monsters on my way here. They’ve probably been brought here against their will as well. I’m sure we’ll see more as we go.

OOTENGU:                            Okay, but…

OOTENGU:                            (Master Dark Seimei’s actions look so strange… Urgh, my head. I’ve got that anxious feeling again.)

OOTENGU:                            You were talking about companions. So, where’s Yuki Onna? She’s not here. Have you seen her?

OOTENGU:                            Why didn’t you ask me where she is?

OOTENGU:                            And…who is that?

A boy with fox ears was standing next to Dark Seimei. The joyful smile on his face made Ootengu find it hard to believe that this was the little fox that used to run about in Heian-Kyo.

HAKUZOSU:                         Don’t you recognize me even though we’re companions, Master Ootengu?

OOTENGU:                            What’s that strange demon force on you?

HAKUZOSU:                         This is how I used to look back when I first encountered humans a long time ago. I simply returned to how I started.

OOTENGU:                            …

OOTENGU:                            Master Dark Seimei, why are you calling him your companion?

DARK SEIMEI:                      I don’t have to explain that.

DARK SEIMEI:                     He’s the reason why we’re here. And now that we’ve done what we came here to do, there’s no need to stay here any longer.

DARK SEIMEI:                      Let’s get out of here first.

Ootengu stood there and watched Dark Seimei and Hakuzosu as they turned around and left for the depths of the mansion.

OOTENGU:                            Are you serious?

OOTENGU:                            We’re here to… Umm, why were we here?

OOTENGU:                            (Something’s been affecting my memories. This house? Master Dark Seimei must’ve been affected as well.)

HAKUZOSU:                         Ah, are you alright, Master Ootengu? Do you want to take a break? You can leave the guarding work to me.

OOTENGU:                            Don’t touch me!

HAKUZOSU:                         Oof, that was rude. Are you afraid of something, Master Ootengu?

DARK SEIMEI:                      Ootengu, you’ve been acting strange.

DARK SEIMEI:                      We’ll go check the road ahead while you get some rest.

OOTENGU:                            …

OOTENGU:                            Ha, you’re the one who’s been acting strange, Master Dark Seimei.

OOTENGU:                            You’ve disappointed me greatly. I offered my trust and loyalty to you and chose to travel with you.

OOTENGU:                            Look what you’re doing now.

OOTENGU:                            You betrayed our trust by leaving your companions behind and you betrayed our loyalty by seeking a twisted power. That is not what someone who’s supposed to bring justice to the world should do!

OOTENGU:                            (What’s that all about… What am I talking about?!)

OOTENGU:                            (I can’t control what I’m saying. The force’s affecting my behavior.)

OOTENGU:                            Today, I will enforce justice!

DARK SEIMEI:                      …

OOTENGU:                            (What an old-fashioned cliché… No, it’s not a simple manipulation spell.)

Ootengu was excited by his spontaneous anger. He spread his wings wide and looked down on Dark Seimei and Hakuzosu from above.

OOTENGU:                            (I know this anxiety and anger doesn’t belong to me, but it’s still affecting me. It feels like…it comes from my heart.)

HAKUZOSU:                         Ha, enforce justice? You?

OOTENGU:                            There’s nothing more to say!

Sharp feathers wrapped in a vortex were suddenly aimed at Hakuzosu and surrounded him. After a loud scream, something red was spilt on the ground. A powerful demon force flowed into Ootengu’s body. He felt joy as his power grew. He then turned to Dark Seimei.

OOTENGU:                            Did you see, Master Dark Seimei! That companion of yours was useless!

OOTENGU:                            I should be the one who has the privilege of traveling with you.

OOTENGU:                            Hahaha, with this power, I can now bring true justice to the world!

OOTENGU:                            (What am I talking about?)

DARK SEIMEI:                      There’s no difference between us. We’ve both betrayed others’ trust and loyalty. But I’d rather have someone simpler and easier to manipulate as a companion.

OOTENGU:                            Ha, do you really think like that?

OOTENGU:                            Those who do not recognize me must be eliminated! Even you, Master Dark Seimei!

The vortex converged again and aimed at Dark Seimei. Ootengu savored the surging force in his body.

OOTENGU:                            Haha, hahaha, I shall be the one who controls all the power and gains the world’s recognition!

OOTENGU:                            Ahaha! What? No! Why did it stop…

OOTENGU:                            Hey, enough of the shenanigans!

OOTENGU:                            When are you going to stop this lame play of yours?!

A strong gust of wind dispersed the demon force in the chamber. Ootengu stood in the middle of the chamber alone. Dark Seimei and Hakuzosu were nowhere to be found. There were just two cracked masks on the ground—Semimaru and Fuko no Kami. Bitter jealousy and sweet joy were carved on the masks. The cracks on them made them even eerier.

OOTENGU:                            How dare you disguise yourselves as Master Dark Seimei and insult my companions…

OOTENGU:                            You even tried to control my body and made me speak those vile words. How dare you!

OOTENGU:                            And…

OOTENGU:                            Master Dark Seimei would never see his companions as tools! And he would never abandon his ambitions!

OOTENGU:                            And that Kohaku? You didn’t even get the way he speaks right.

OOTENGU:                            Master Dark Seimei and I were companions who shared a common belief. Jealous because I was replaced by others? Ha.

OOTENGU:                            The jealousy and joy you attempted to distort and amplify didn’t even exist. And they would never affect me, not one feather.

OOTENGU:                            I don’t know where you’re from or why you’re doing this, but…

OOTENGU:                            Trying to divide us with such a lame play?

OOTENGU:                            How presumptuous.

The surrounding demon force dispersed. Ootengu’s scolding echoed in the chamber. The two masks on the ground remained silent, as if they were just two ordinary masks and what had just happened had had nothing to do with them. Ootengu watched them in silence for a while before trampling them to pieces.

OOTENGU:                            Damn it.

OOTENGU:                            Thankfully, they’re not here. If they saw how I was acting…

OOTENGU:                            Humph.

OOTENGU:                            …

OOTENGU:                            …...

OOTENGU:                            I can’t believe my actions were affected by those things. Such a disgrace.

OOTENGU:                            Tsk…

Ootengu quickened his pace, trying to put his embarrassing memories behind him, as if he had never been in that chamber. After leaving the chamber, he heard footsteps coming around the corner. Then he saw someone he knew.

DARK SEIMEI:                      Ootengu. You’re here.

OOTENGU:                            Master Dark Seimei!

DARK SEIMEI:                      I found myself separated from you when I woke up. Have you seen Yuki Onna?

DARK SEIMEI:                      Illusions appear from time to time in this place. These depressing chambers may affect your mind. We must be cautious.

OOTENGU:                            Sure.

DARK SEIMEI:                      Come on, let’s go find Yuki Onna first.

DARK SEIMEI:                      Apart from Yuki Onna, I thought I saw that little sidekick of Seimei’s here before I passed out.

DARK SEIMEI:                      He may also have been brought here. We must also…

Dark Seimei stopped before noticing that Ootengu hadn’t moved. He turned to look at him.

DARK SEIMEI:                      Were you affected by that cracked mask? Did you see any strange illusions?

OOTENGU:                           I’m fine.

OOTENGU:                            Let’s go, Master Dark Seimei.

Ootengu fluttered his wings and walked side by side with Dark Seimei, leaving the cracked Jealousy and Joy masks behind.

???:                                         Another same ending.

???:                                         Why can’t you spare each other?

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      Ha, what right do you have to question us?

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):     You’re the sinful culprit who’s been haunting us!

GIRL (FUKO NO KAMI):      Hahaha, enough of the chit-chat, finish us off already.

GIRL (SEMIMARU):             Hee hee, now that I see you, I don’t think I’ll be jealous of anyone anymore.

GIRL (SEMIMARU):             Because you’re far more unfortunate than us…urgh…

The broken bodies of the two girls remained intertwined, even after they’d fallen to the ground, until they closed their eyes and turned into an orb of light, completely dissolving. Jealousy and joy have always been two sides of the same coin. Joy begets jealousy and jealousy awakens joy.

MENREIKI:                             Now, what’s left…

MENREIKI:                             I wonder if I can find you this time.

MENREIKI:                             It’s time to put an end to this eternal loop of life and death.

[drethanramslay]

Please could I request 19, 46 and 97 with Ethan and f!mc As fluffy as you can make it 🙌 Thank yooou

Thanks for the ask anon!!

And let the writing spree commece 😉 you can find the prompt list here

#19-  God, you are so fucking cute.

#46- “Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…”

#97- “I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

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warning: mention of suicide, and i promise its fluff 

ICE CREAM

Ethan was walking down the hallway, towards the reception, his eyes focused on the chart in his hand. It was the end of the day and he usually didn’t like taking his work home, but he couldn’t stand being in the hospital any moment longer.

He hadn’t been home for 2 days and there is only so much napping you can do on the rusty beds in the on-call room before you craved your own mattress.

He stopped by and signed a couple of release forms. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice someone standing behind him.

“Ethan?” The feminine voice called out.

He turned around and his blood ran cold.

“Oh, my beautiful baby boy!! You have grown so much.” Ethan’s mom threw herself at Ethan and Ethan’s eyes widened, not knowing what to do, or what to say.

There aren’t any guidelines on ‘how to behave when your mom turns up after 25 years’ that you can read up.

He slowly peeled her off of him.

“What do you want, Barbara?” A look of pain passed on her face.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, reinforcing the walls all around his heart, his eyes turning steely.

“I- I missed you.”

Ethan scoffed. He turned towards the counter and resumed his work, hurrying the hell up so that he can get away from the ghost of his past.

“Ethan, please. I’m so sorry, I made a mistake and I’m here to fix-”

That’s it, I tried to be patient but this woman won’t get the fucking hint.

He gently grabbed his mom by the arm and pulled her into the nearest conference room. He didn’t need his personal life to be the gossip of the hospital.

“No. You do not get to say that.”

“But I me-”

Ethan held his hands up, stopping her. “No, you don’t. You can’t call it a mistake now. It’s 25 years too late. I know you are here only for my money. You may have played my dad by luring him into the false security that you are here to 'fix things’ but you can’t fool me.”

“Ethan, I would never-”

“Please. I saw you shoplift from the store near your motel. Don’t lie. You are just a con artist trying to hurt dad all over again.”

“How do yo- oh! It was that girl, wasn’t it? What’s her name… Garcia!” She said as she snapped her fingers.

Ethan stood towering over her staring down at her with the coldest eyes. “You do not deserve to speak her name. You do not deserve to be in the same space as her. You do not deserve to breathe the same air as her because she is everything that you aren’t. She is loyal, caring and supportive. She is a thousand times the woman you will ever be.”

Ethan stepped back and tugged on his jacket. “Now get the hell out of here and don’t show me or my dad your face. Otherwise, I swear to god, I will get a restraining order.”

Turning on his heels he stomped out of the room. He was so blinded by his anger that he almost trampled over Leah.

“Woah there, big man! I’m just a small bean, don’t trample me.” She said as she steadied herself by grasping his strong arms.

“I’m sorry Garcia.” He said as he put his hands on her waist, trying to balance her. Leah blushed and looked up but the moment she saw the torment on his face, the smile dropped and concern schooled her features.

“Ethan.. what happened?”

“I-” tears welled up his eyes and Leah knew that it was a serious situation. She grabbed his hands and pulled him into an on-call room and locked the door. She made him sit on the bed and she sat across him, crossing her legs.

She reached and grasped his hands. “Tell me what happened. It’s just you and me.”,

“My mom is a fucking cockroach that j can’t seem to get rid of. She has already invaded my dad’s life and he fucking let her. I spoke to him the other day about how I hated that, she was back in his life. Am I really that worthless that he won’t listen to his son?”

“And that’s not it, she fucking pretends that she knows me!! Does she know that dad cried to sleep for so many days?! Does she know that I was fucking bullied for 7 years and it was so bad that I was fucking depressed and suicidal?! Does she know that she is the cause of all my problems?!” His voice cracked as he bent his head down, grief overcoming him.

Leah’s heart was breaking for the man in front of her. He didn’t deserve this shit. He deserved the entire fucking universe and if she could, she would lay it at his feet.

“I’m just a fucking curse. I’m worthless and I-” He sniffed.

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…” Leah’s voice cracked. Ethan was one of the strongest people she had ever meant and to see him cry, felt like a stab in the heart.

She straddled his lap and held his face up so that his troubled blues could meet her warm brown eyes.

“Ethan.. you are the strongest person I have ever met. You are selfless and are ready to give it all up for your patients. You are a loving man and you could go to the ends of the world to for your loved ones. You are deserving of EVERY damn good thing in this world. You are a great leader, mentor, son, you name it.”

Ethan blinked and a lone tear fell down his face. He had never seen anyone, not even his own father shower him with such affection.

How did I get so lucky?

Leah wiped the tear off and caressed his defined cheekbones. “I’m not lying. I am so fucking lucky to be in a world where you exist. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am..”

“God, you are so fucking cute,” Ethan said lowly as he grasped her hand, which was resting on his cheeks. He squeezed it in gratitude.

“Yeah, I know. So does that mean you will buy me ice cream?”

“Wait.. isn’t it supposed to be the other way round? You treating me."Ethan asked with one eyebrow lifted.

"Nah, my emotional quota for the day is over.”

They laughed as they stepped out into the night. It was already twelve in the night and they drove all around the city searching for an open store.

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“What’s your favourite colour?” Leah asked him as she dug into her Ben’s and Jerry’s.

“Hazel… Like your eyes.” He said cheekily as he nudged her shoulder

“OOF! Ethan, you are so cute.” She blushed as she dug into her tub.

After a moment of silence, Ethan looked down at his watch “Sunshine, it’s 4 am. I can’t even go to sleep now.”

“But you aren’t sad anymore.” She gave him a soft smile as she leaned on his shoulder.

“That’s true… But still, I like sleeping!”

“I apologise sincerely if my beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

“No, you don’t you little shit.” He rolled his eyes. Leah just gave a coy smile and snuggled into Ethan, a little more.

[flightfoot]

The Angry Steven essay you posted; do you think part of that applies to Adrien?

You mean reblogged?

But yeah; I think part of it can apply to Adrien. Especially the bit about Steven being upset and supposedly throwing tantrums. And how those “tantrums” aren’t actually silly; maybe the kid is upset over something that will be fixed soon, or something that’s important to them but isn’t vital in the grand scheme of things, but that his emotions are valid and deserve attention and respect.

That does apply to Adrien. Consider how his father treats him; stomping over his emotions, not giving them any heed. Like in Simon Says, when he completely dismisses Adrien’s protests about the danger and sends him to his room because he’s had too much excitement for the day. Or the Collector, when he completely dismisses Adrien wanting to know more about Gabriel’s past, and just not feeling like Gabriel values him at all.

I think that most people can agree that Gabriel sucks and is awful and completely dismissed Adrien’s feelings and concerns and tramples over him at almost every available opportunity though, just treating him as an annoying child whose feelings and opinions and wants and needs are of no concern.

Actually what concerns me more are the examples held up by the fandom of Adrien - or rather Chat Noir - throwing tantrums. Because yes, he does get upset on occasion, and sometimes he lashes out when he shouldn’t - but that doesn’t mean that his feelings are of no consequence.

Syren’s probably the biggest example of this - I honestly think his feelings there are very much justified. He and Ladybug are supposed to be equal partners, and yet suddenly she has access to information about the Miraculous AND new Miraculous to give out for no apparent reason, and she’s not telling him where and why, and he’s not allowed to know the identities of the new wielders she’s finding either. It would be all too familiar to him, having information withheld from him for reasons that he isn’t being told - his father’s done it to him before. Combine it with her bringing on new wielders, and no wonder he feels like he’s not needed and no one would even REALIZE if he quit, much less care. He’s used to being dismissed and ignored and treated like he doesn’t need or deserve to know or have a say in anything by his father - by Ladybug, not so much. 

This isn’t Ladybug’s fault, of course - it’s not her secret to tell. Blame that one on Master Fu. And she clearly doesn’t like it, since she prodded Fu into talking to Chat after that. But that doesn’t change the fact that Chat was hurt by it.

Glaciator - Ladybug made clear that she probably wasn’t going to show up, yet Chat was still upset when she didn’t show up. Again, NOT her fault - not at all. But hat doesn’t mean Adrien had no reason to be upset. His father had just stood him up when they had an appointment to eat together, he was missing out on an ice cream get-together with his friends, so for Ladybug to also not make it to a dinner he set up for them? That would hurt too. He even acknowledged that she said she might not be able to make it, but - well with how he was JUST stood up by his father, who apparently had “kept him there” for the dinner they didn’t end up having, it would kind of FEEL like the same thing, with Adrien being ready and specially having made time (or in his father’s case, having time made FOR him) for eating and hanging out together, only for her not to show up. It’s not totally fair, but emotions AREN’T fair, and don’t always care about all the nuances. He at least just makes some hurt comments and lays out his feelings, then gets back to business as usual. Takes about sixty seconds in all.

Again, not Ladybug’s fault, but that doesn’t mean that Chat doesn’t have any reason to be upset - just that she didn’t actually do anything wrong.

Or Frozer, when after Chat presents her with a rose and she gently reminds him that she loves someone else. He’s ever hopeful and - well, I’m not sure he realize that presenting the rose counts as more “serious flirting” than what he normally does (seriously Ladybug somehow didn’t realize he was in love with her until Glaciator somehow, what counts as “serious” is kinda up in the air), and rejection still hurts, even if he really shouldn’t have tried to give her a rose in the first place. And yeah he pouts for a minute and is upset with her for rejecting him, going a different direction from her and getting a little distance - but the second she’s in danger he gets her out of the way and they fight the akuma as usual. Again, this takes about sixty seconds. It’s his own fault he was hurt here - but that doesn’t mean his hurt feelings aren’t REAL. And to his credit, while he lets her know how he’s feeling, he gets it out of his system in about a minute. It’s not really fair to Ladybug, but emotions aren’t really FAIR. He’s at least not bottling it up here. 

To be clear, it is NOT Ladybug’s responsibility to take care of Chat’s emotions here, especially when he’s hurt because of situations he himself sets up - but that doesn’t mean his hurt feelings aren’t valid, or that they are totally without reason.

Best comparison I can make here is how Marinette felt in Puppeteer 2 when Adrien started talking about the “girl he loved” in front of Marinette. Marinette became withdrawn and downcast. Marinette doesn’t really tend to lash out when hurt - well when outright angry, sure, but not a more sad kind of hurt. She more curls into herself. And her feeling hurt was valid and made sense! Because hearing him talk about a girl he loves who she doesn’t believe is herself DOES hurt, can even hurt really badly, even though Adrien hasn’t done anything wrong by mentioning such a thing in front of her - she’s just reasserted that she’s not in love with him after all. But that doesn’t change the fact that she IS hurt, even though the situation, with him not knowing that mentioning the “girl he loves” in front of her, will pour salt in her wound, is one partly of her own making, since she hasn’t been able to tell him how she really feels and has even said the opposite on occasion. 

Emotions don’t CARE about whether it’s fair. You still feel how you feel, and that can still affect how you act in negative ways, even fully knowing and admitting that it’s not fair. You just have to try to minimize the collateral damage and work through it as best you can. To both Adrien’s and Marinette’s credit, they both try to work through it as best they can - Adrien tends to work through his hurt very quickly, but with some collateral damage since he tends to get snappy with the people around him in that short span of time, and Marinette tends to be upset for longer, but since she withdraws instead of lashing out, she’s the main casualty.

Look both the protagonists need hugs and to be told their emotions are valid even if it’s not really the FAULT of the person they’re upset with, they still have reason to feel upset, and Adrien needs to be taken away from Gabriel and go to a home with people who actually care about him as a person (preferably Marinette’s, though if Nino’s parents are good they would be a good options) and Marinette needs a hug and a break and to not have the weight of the world on her shoulders with a single slip-up spelling doom.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

A Night to Remember

Fight, Fight, Akuma

Ao3

Chapter 20 – The Battle to Remember

Lila ran her fingers through her loose locks, a smug look crossed her face as she pulled out her compact to relish in her beauty. She touched up her lipstick with the tips of her fingers and snapped the little mirror shut before waving at the driver and stepping out of the car. Just like she had planned, she arrived about 15 minutes early just so she could see how the brat and her friends were faring after seeing the disaster she left behind.  

She could already see it, visions of what the space would look like clouded her brain. The mural would have to be taken down and the wall of mats would be in its place. It would make the room look cold and gross. There would be no candles to light up the area so the gymnasium lights would have to be used. No flowers or balloons to decorate the place would make the gym feel sparse and uninviting. Then to top it all off, there would be no music, no way for the partygoers to dance and have the time of their lives. Marinette would be a laughing stock of the entire school. An incompetent brat who couldn’t decorate a simple space and give the classmates something to remember their last year of lycee before graduating. Marinette would probably be crying in the corner somewhere with that foolish model boyfriend trying to cheer her up. All of her hard work gone in a matter of an afternoon.

It will definitely be a night to remember, the night that Marinette Dupain-Cheng loses making Lila the winner in the end. Nothing could damper this mood. Nothing at all.

She chuckled quietly to herself before composing her features of feigned innocence as she walked through the courtyard. She could hardly wait.

Lila saw students walking hand in hand as they enjoyed some quiet conversations. Some were laughing, others had a soft look of happiness, but none had the look she was hoping to see. Maybe they haven’t seen the room yet? Surely that had to be it.

As she walked within meters of the gymnasium doors, the sound of upbeat music emanated from the space. A bubble of anger started to grow in her belly and a slight growl left her lips. Her plans should have worked. Everything was done when the brat left. How is this happening?  

No.  

Her feet picked up quicker movements as she made her way towards the doors. She didn’t notice the looks of disgust on the students faces as she slammed open the doors, heavy panting from the anger that had now ravaged her being. She was too focused on what she was about to witness to even care.

Soon the room that was once filled with laughter started to die down to quiet murmurs. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. The mural was still there but had been updated into something more edgy. The candles were back in its lanterns and were lit up. The vases were filled with the flowers she destroyed. But in the corner of her eye, she saw something that wasn’t there earlier. She turned around, jaw clenched and hands balled up into fists before the ear-piercing screech filled the space.

If people weren’t looking, they were looking now.

Large photos upon photos lined the walls of what Lila had done earlier. There was no way to deny the photos. One of her smirking as she walked out was staring right at her, mocking her in disgust.

“You no-good fucking brat!” She yelled as she stomped her feet in anger.  

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Marinette had paused from her conversation when she heard Lila’s screech. She was staring intently at the brunette, watching Lila’s eyes flit from one picture to another. There was a moment of realization that she was caught and that her plan had failed miserably. Adrien’s hand moved to her back; a small gesture that helped her feel stronger over the impending storm that was about to hit.

“You no-good fucking brat!” She yelled as she stomped her feet in anger. Each stomp brought her closer and closer, waves of dancers separating as she made her way through. Adrien squeezed Marinette’s hand but then his protective instincts took over and he moved his way in front of her.

“Get away from her!” Lila screamed at Adrien before turning to the raven-haired girl. “You!” She launched herself towards Marinette. Adrien held her back, narrowly missing her erratic movements in her attempt to attack. “You ruined everything!”

A crowd of students surrounded the three teens in awe over the situation. Students that were close the Marinette knew of the hatred Lila had towards her, but watching the situation in action was nothing short of interesting. The adults had made their way through and tried to intervene, but their words fell on deaf ears. Lila knew she wasn’t going to get away with this now that her destruction was posted against the walls, but she would die trying anyways.

Marinette was seething. She maintained her position behind Adrien as she calmly made her case just like she did all those years ago during Stoneheart. “The only one who ruined anything, Lila, is you. I’m only showing everyone what you truly are. A lying, conniving bitch that twists everything to get what you want not caring who you trample over and hurt in the meantime. You believe you deserve the world? Well, guess what? It’s time to wake up and realize that your lies do nothing, not even for you. Just look around you. All you care about is trying to get ahead in the world. But all you’ve done is make enemies.”  

Lila stopped her flailing. Her teeth were still tightly clenched and her eyes were ablaze in rage. Adrien continued to shield Marinette and refused to move from his spot. The last thing he needed was for Lila to take an open moment and attack his girlfriend.

Lila growled instead. “You will never see the last of me, Marinette. Just you wait. One day, everything you love will be gone. You will lose your precious,” she eyed Adrien up and down before turning back to Marinette, “toy, and you will lose all your friends. You’ll never make a name for yourself. You will just be a gold-digger in the face of the press. You are nothing and will be noth-”

Whack!

Lila stopped and slowly lifted her hand to the tingling sensation on her cheek. She looked to her left to see who was bold enough and close enough to have slapped her across the face. “Ro- Rose?” She choked out. She was surprised to see the overly-sweet, bubbly blonde in stilettos be so brash in her movements.

“Listen here, Lila. I’ve stood back and watched you tear down my friends one by one. You even went as far as getting me akumatized! But no more. No more will I let you talk down and threaten my friends! This ends today.” Rose shouted in a high-pitched yell. “None of us will let you harm Marinette if it’s the last thing we do.”

One by one, students from their class walked through the thick crowd and stood on either side of Adrien, making a human barrier to protect Marinette from Lila. Adrien, who had been standing in his defensive stance this entire time, finally stood up straight and grabbed onto Marinette’s hand in assurance.  

Lila backed up slowly, her hands raised in surrender as she eyed the wall of students. The adults started making their way towards her, no doubt to remove her from the premises. In the corner of her eye, she spotted the one thing that she had been waiting for weeks, her only way out in order to destroy those around her. Laughing maniacally, she clenched her fists and waited until the black butterfly merged with the rhinestone pin in her hair.

Students watched in horror as the pink butterfly masked Lila’s face and engulfed her in the purple foam. But she did not stay her size. Continuing in her manic laughter, students started to flee as the adults ushered them out. Adrien and Marinette held their position with determination as they watched her form take shape.

She increased in size until she was close to five meters tall. She looked like a medusa looking goddess with her long, black, fitted dress ripped into eight lengthy tentacles that curled and moved around her. Her anger and emotions controlled the tentacles erratic movements, each step causing them to whip wildly against her grand frame. Her hair pin turned into a pointy crown adorned with the same rhinestone facets. In a way, she looked like Ursula from The Little Mermaid and her demeanor matched her ugly figure.  

“Lila, stop this! Give me your crown and we can settle this the old fashion way.” Marinette shouted.

“I’m not Lila, you disgusting snake. I am Tentecala and I will destroy you all! Ha-ha-ha-ha!” Her tentacles acted like legs, moving her upwards and helped her soar through the air.  

Screams of students echoed throughout the gymnasium, tables overturned in the panic. There were still students making their way through the dance floor, taking any exits that were not clogged in the chaos.

Marinette and Adrien held each other’s hands tighter as they inched their way backwards. “Adrien, we need to watch from the sidelines until we see what she does. Her anger is going to make this battle hard. No puns, got it?”

“Oh, come on, my lady. You know my puns are purrdy awesome mid-battle.” Marinette groaned. “Alright, alright. I got my head in the game, don’t you worry. You tell me where to go and I’ll be-”

Adrien saw a tentacle reach out to grab Marinette, but his instincts kicked in, pushing her out of the way. Tentecala’s limbs narrowly missed Marinette by a hair and the missed capture elicited a murderous growl from deep within the akuma’s chest.  

Marinette had been thrown to her side but instantly rolled to her feet, watching for a moment where she could sneak away and transform. As soon as she found it, she bolted transforming underneath a table one room over.

Ladybug ran back into the gym and watched as Adrien was being squeezed by the akuma, his face scrunched up in pain as he tried to wiggle himself free. Tentecala taunted the model, trying to break down his stamina until there was nothing left. “I told you your girlfriend was nothing. She left you here to fend for yourself. Some girlfriend she is.”

Adrien grunted. “She will always – ugh – be better – ahh – than you.”

Tentecala growled. “You will pay for saying that.” She squeezed him harder in her grasp, his face turning shades of red to purple and finally to blue as she waited for her next move.  

Ladybug froze in shock. She had to figure out what to do and she needed to do it fast. Adrien needed to be saved first and she didn’t want to defeat Tentecala without him. As she tried to formulate her plan, Ladybug witnessed the alarming moment of Adrien’s body going limp in Tentecala’s grasp. The akuma chuckled like it was part of her plan and then threw him across the length of the gym without a care in the world.  

“Adrien!”

[ladyboltontoyou]

Arthur Morgan x Reader: Blown Away. 2

Warning: Cursing, violence, gore, death, panic attacks, angst.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: I didn’t expect to write another chapter but tbh I really like this plot. Hope this is what you two imagined! Cheers!

It was so hard at first. Changing how you ate, how you behaved, how you spoke. It was like learning how to do all those things from scratch. You slipped up constantly, calling everyone sir or ma’am, repeatedly apologizing to the point where some people got annoyed.

Most of them were sympathetic and understood. Sadie immediately took you under her wing, almost treating you like her own daughter. She was by your side almost every minute you were there. Arthur was the exact same, but he took it so far that he found himself sleeping outside your tent every night.

The first night Dutch had called you a burden. You heard him whisper it to Hosea as Sadie helped bandage your arm and clean your busted lip. But over the weeks he changed completely. When you had finally opened up to them it was like their paternal instincts kicked in. It felt nice to be cared for, you hadn’t felt that kindness since you were a child.

***

“Oh, that was awful.” You sighed and set the revolver down on the cart beside you. Arthur had taken you out for target practice, insisting you needed to learn how to defend yourself. “I don’t think I can do this, Arthur, I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t we try something a little easier, then?” Arthur took his shotgun off of his horse and handed it to you. “Now, with this type of gun it’s impossible to miss. As long as they’re not too far off. If someone’s running at you,” He put his hands on top of yours and cocked the gun. The loud noise it made sent a weird giddy chill through you. “They won’t stand a chance. Shoot that tree and see what it looks like.”

You aimed at the tree he pointed at, a large pine a few yards away. Pulling the trigger always made you nervous, only because of the loud noise. You hated loud noises. Your whole life our father had used noise to intimidate you. Slamming doors, stomping around the house, throwing things.

“You alright?” Arthur asked.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” You sighed and lifted the shotgun in the position he guided you into. You kept both eyes open, something he always told you to do. It’s not like you were going to miss the tree though. The blast from the shell would surely spray the tree and then some.

The loud boom that came from the gun temporarily made you deaf and you stumbled back from the kick. Arthur grabbed your arm to help you steady yourself and got ready to shower you in compliments to reassure you.

“Wow, that, that felt amazing!”

Well, not the reaction he expected.

This type of adrenaline was much better than the type you were used to. You wanted more of it. You cocked the gun again and fired in the exact same spot, this time the kickback not affecting you as much.

When you turned to Arthur with that proud smile on your face his heart melted. He’d never seen you look like that. “Look at you, girl!” He laughed with a smile of his own. His praise made you feel even more confident. You were practically beaming. “You wanna try the bolt-action now?”

“I want to try every one of them. Not the handgun, I don’t like that one.” You said and handed him his gun back.

“Yeah, not my favorite either.” He grunted as he swapped out guns, checking to make sure the rifle was loaded and ready. “What do you say after this I teach you how to fish?”

***

“I just feel so awful sometimes.” Your voice was raw as you shook in Arthur’s arms post panic attack. “It’s hard. I grew up listening to the man that was supposed to protect me call me such awful things. For so many years. It’s all I’ve known. And I don’t know what I did. He used to be nice. Then when my mom went missing he just changed.”

Arthur held you close and ran his fingers slowly through your hair. Normally when you had panic attacks it was Sadie who calmed you down but she was out in Valentine buying horse supplies.

“I guess, maybe it was his way of coping. The drinking, maybe he missed her and didn’t know how-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, (Y/N).” Arthur said firmly. “Don’t you try to excuse what he did. There’s nothing in the world that could justify what he did to you.” He ran his thumb over your cheek where the last remaining tint of your bruise remained.

He was right. Maybe it was your mind trying to convince you it wasn’t as bad as it truly was in order to protect you. It would have been nice to think it wasn’t that way, but you wanted to remember. You wanted to remember how evil he was, it would be dangerous to forget.

“You did nothing to deserve it, either.” He continued while your body slowly stopped shaking. “You know that, right?”

You nodded and parted from him to sit up. “Hard to believe it too much though. I mean, I know it’s not my fault. But at the same time, hearing that you’re useless your whole life…” The way Arthur was looking at you made you feel a bit guilty for pouring all this out on him. “I don’t know. I don’t know. It’s just hard to get that image of myself out of my head.”

Arthur nodded as he listened to you. “Well, you won’t be hearing that anymore. I promise that. And if anyone around here so much as teases you, let me know. Sometimes John gives a little too much tough love and it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or not. Sean too.”

“I’ll be okay, I think.”

“Course you will. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

***

Another week passed and you slowly felt your self esteem rise to a healthier level. You could look in a mirror and see the beauty everyone always talked about. You could eat without feeling disgusting afterwards. All thanks to Arthur and a few other people close to you.

“You’ve got no idea how glad I am,” Arthur sat down beside you in the grass. “That you’ve realized how great you actually are.”

You put down the gun you’d been cleaning and turned to him.“You tell me you’re glad I realize my worth, I wish I could say the same to you.” You replied. It was something you’d been thinking about for a while. Arthur was one of the nicest men you’d ever met, almost as kind as Hosea. But the way he talked about himself sometimes upset you.

Arthur furrowed his brows and he moved his lips as if he was searching for something to say. “I don’t… I’m not-”

“Dutch Van Der Linde!”

No. 

Please, god, no.

Your blood ran cold as soon as you heard that voice, and your body froze so suddenly you couldn’t move at all. You had gone into shock.

Arthur stood up and drew his sawed off shotgun from his belt, turning to face the three men riding into camp. He moved to stand in front of you until Sadie could get to you and lead you to safety.

“Come out, Dutch! Where you at? Hosea?” He taunted and pushed his horse further into camp, knocking over some barrels full of produce. Apples spilled everywhere and Mary-Beth let out a shriek as one of the other men almost trampled her.

“(Y/N), come on. Let’s get you down here.” Sadie whispered when she finally reached you, pulling you towards the back way out of camp. “Don’t you worry, Dutch will have this handled in no time. And if he don’t, I will.” Her last sentence sounded like more of a promise than a threat.

“You sure got some nerve, coming up in here!” Arthur yelled as he walked in a straight line to your father.

“Arthur, prettyboy Arthur!” Your father laughed and pulled back on his horse’s reins. “You know why I’m here, give me my daughter or my men will open fire.”

It was bluff. You knew it was bluff. You looked over your shoulder as Sadie guided you away, and when you saw the man you never thought you’d have to see again your heart fell five stories. Thankfully you were far enough away where he didn’t notice your movement.

“Wait, I want to see. I need to see.” You hissed as Sadie tried to get you to go through the woods.

“What? Are you serious right now?”

“I need to see, Sadie, please.”

She chewed on her lip and sighed before pulling out her two pistols. “Alright, fine, but you crouch behind here and don’t move.”

You crouched with her behind two thick oak trees. You could see Hosea and Dutch had come out and were trying to cool down the situation.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Mr. (Y/L/N).” Dutch said calmly. “Last time we saw her was the night before we left.”

Your father laughed and pulled out his handgun. That caused everyone watching to reach for their own, but the paid guns were quicker. They whipped out their matching rifles and aimed directly at Hosea and Arthur.

“Arthur,” Your breath hitched in your throat and you almost ran out of cover. “Sadie, they-” She shushed you quickly but you couldn’t stop the whine of helplessness that escaped your lips.

“Just let them have her, Dutch.”

Your jaw clenched when you recognized Micah’s voice. He was the only other person in the world you hated. He’d been nothing but unhelpful the whole time you’d been there. A few days after you arrived he introduced himself a little too personally. Nothing too foul, he just flirted with you for a solid three minutes while Arthur had went to get something from Dutch. When you made it clear you weren’t interested he pushed harder for a few days until you snapped. After you humiliated him in front of the whole camp he made it his soul purpose to annoy you.

And there he was, blowing their cover just because he could. Everyone looked visibly frustrated and beside you Sadie could be heard breathing in a way that screamed murder.

“Listen to your friend.”

“I’m only gonna tell you once, you son of a bitch. Get the hell out of here or I’ll kill you here and now.” Arthur said and cocked his shotgun. The other paid gun that was originally aiming at Hosea turned his sights onto Arthur.

That was the window Charles needed. He drew his shotgun out and emptied two shells into the paid guns. He killed one of them and got a good shot on the others shoulder, blowing his arm off. Screams filled the air and the two horses ran off into the woods, dragging the bodies with them.

Your father waved his gun around as he searched for a target in the midst of his confusion. It happened so quick he had no idea what even happened. Arthur and everyone else with a gun emptied their bullets into the man, his body shaking with impact before falling off of his horse when it ran off.

He was dead. He was finally dead. As much as the Van Der Linde gang had helped you heal there was only one thing that could give you complete closure. Knowing your father would never be able to hurt you again.

When the gun smoke cleared you saw Arthur clutching his side, Charles and Hosea helping him sit down on the nearest surface. Which, of course, happened to be the table where the vegetables and fruit were cut.

You ran out from your cover, running as fast as your bare feet would take you. As you neared the middle of camp a few people turned your way.

“(Y/N), wait!” You could hear Susan Grimshaw call out as you ran past her, but she’d have to pin you to the ground if she wanted you to stop.

“Arthur!” You called out as you rounded the table he was laying on. His shirt had been removed and you could see a rather concerning wound in his side. “Oh, oh, oh my god, no, no,”

Arthur pushed through the pain and reached up to take your hand in his to calm you down. “Hey, what’s the matter? I’m gonna be alright.” He grunted over the voices that were getting way too overwhelming. “I’ve had worse than this, it ain’t no big deal.”

You blinked away the tears while Sadie walked up beside you, out of breath from chasing you. “Come on, (Y/N). You don’t need to be seeing this.” Everything was too much. The smell of blood was assaulting your gag reflux. People were talking over each other and John kept asking where the medicine cart was.

“Sadie, please!”

Sadie’s eyes widened and you could hear Arthur chuckle. A few others quieted down and glanced over at you, they’d never heard you yell like that.

Hosea came over with an armful of supplies, liquor, some bandages, herbs and stitching materials. “Alright, this will only take a second. It’s not too bad.” You knew they were all lying to make you feel better.

“You hear that?” Arthur asked and you looked back down to his paling face. “It’s gonna be alright, (Y/N).”

***

It was alright. By some miracle he avoided infection and healed up perfectly. The whole time you’d been scared to death he was going to die on you. You’d grown so attached to Arthur over the past month or two, and if he died right when you were getting better… Thinking about that possibility made your heart hurt.

“I told you it was going to be alright.” Arthur said as Hosea and Charles helped him walk around. The wound was almost fully healed and he had just started to be able to walk again. Since it was such a huge wound it had affected some kind of nerve leading down his leg, making it nearly impossible to walk without pain. If that nerve hadn’t been affected then he would probably be walking on his own.

You smiled nervously as you watched him walk around the outside of camp, trying to resist the urge to jump in and help. Jack was at his heels cheering him on with compliments and singing, even promising to make him a flower necklace just like he made his mother.

“Alright, that’s enough for now.” Hosea said as they neared a bench. Him and Charles helped lower Arthur down into a sitting position. “There you are. You think you’ll be fine there for a while?”

Arthur waved them off, he hated feeling so helpless and dependent. But it was obvious he was extremely grateful for everyone’s help. Before he met you there would probably be a voice in the back of his head taunting him and telling him he didn’t deserve the help he’d been receiving. It was nice to not hear it anymore.

“I’m gonna go pick those flowers now, Arthur!” Jack said as the two men walked off.

“You go do that.” Arthur grunted as he got comfortable on the bench.

When Jack ran off you sat down next to Arthur and smiled at him. He looked at you and couldn’t help but smile back, even though he didn’t know why you were smiling. “What?”

“Nothing.” Your smile grew wider and you had to look away. “I just, I’m really happy.”

“Good.” Arthur wrapped an arm around your shoulder, ignoring the pain from stretching out his abdomen. “You make me happy.”

The sweet talking always made you soft. It felt like roses were constantly blooming in your heart when he would talk like that. You leaned into him and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “You make me happy too, Arthur. Thank you.”

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*YOUR PROMPT COULD BE HERE* :/

Pairing: Lokil Lavellan x Solas

Rating: G for General Audiences

Warnings: None

for @dadrunkwriting and @thevikingwoman

Disclaimer: *Angry elves are the cutest thing to write*

Another disclaimer: tumblr is such a joy today. my original post with the prompt by @thevikingwoman has been lost in the Void somewhere. So fyi: The prompt was: in the face of his/her fury.

Under the cut, because kinda long.

Hell hath no fury

“Freed will be all slaves!”

His ancient parole thunders across the hall as he raises his voice; this is the spark that finally and irrevocably spurs them into action. His last words are swallowed by the answering cries of the elves drawing their weapons and rushing towards their would-be masters, swords raised high, the pain of years and even generations of abuse and cruelty etched into their contorted faces. Their former owners clearly weren’t prepared for battle when they came here. They walked blindly into his trap, confident in their misguided assumption of inherent superiority over his race. They trusted that their vicious words of intimidation and the threat of magic would frighten the elves they consider their property back into place, as it has been for hundreds of years.

But the instant the elves surge forward, bloodlust in their hearts and on their faces, a deafening blast shatters the high wooden gates behind them, the force of it such that Solas has difficulty keeping on his feet. A throng of armed men that don’t belong to the army he has been building pour through the doorway, swarming into the room with a swell of noise, battle cries, and stomping, trampling feet, their glinting blades held high. Solas unconsciously tightens the grip on his staff as he struggles for a moment to grasp who these sudden intruders fight for or who could have sent them here. But then he looks more closely, pacing up and down on the dais raised in the middle of the room, his mind grinding into action, and he recognizes the symbol emblazoned on the chest pieces of their armor; an eye wreathed in holy flame. He has seen it on banners swaying in the wind, carried into many battles when he was still fighting on the same side as them. The Inquisition. Confusion makes his brows knit together. She disbanded the Inquisition years ago. How could they be here? It takes him a moment to catch on, to realize that, no matter how this has happened, it might mean –

The thought hasn’t fully formed in his head yet, but his eyes are already raking across the room, trying to discern a single face amidst the horde. He hears her before his eyes have found her, however. Lokil. She is shouting commands at someone, but he still has not found her from where he is observing the fray ensuing below. He turns to join them, protect his men, find her, but-

He hasn’t taken two steps towards the stairs that lead down into the room when he stops dead in his tracks.

She is there.

“Hello, Solas.” She is slowly ascending the steps, the staff that he helped craft for her held at her side by a glinting prosthetic hand.

He tried to cling to every detail of her face in the vast space of the years since he saw her last. He imprinted every small line, and every freckle in his memory, willingly scratching out parts of himself to make room for her and then had to chastise himself for doing so. Even years spent apart and spent deliberately evading her efforts at tracking him down are not enough to dull the sharp feeling she pushed into him. It is bubbling up painfully, wrenching and broiling into a tight knot in his gut at the unexpected sight of her. Seeing her now without warning that she would be here is like seeing her for the first time all over again.

She has changed so much, and yet, not at all. She has become thin and there are shadows under her eyes. But her gaze is still so inescapable, so compelling, as if she knew every one of his thoughts chasing each other around his head. The gleam in her eyes is triumphant at having finally tracked him down, but Solas still notices that they are tinged with a trace of bitterness; she is trying to press it to the corners, make it unseen. She knew that he would be here and she has had a chance to prepare for this encounter, unwilling to offer her pain to him freely.

He would not deserve it under any circumstance.

So he will not push his pain onto her either; and he straightens himself and hardens his expression, clasps his hands behind his back, adopting a proud, characteristic stance. “Vhenan.” He has to overcome, for both their sakes. One glimpse cannot be enough to weaken his resolve again. She comes to a slow stop a few feet from him, the smallest flicker on her face betraying her heart. Vhenan. The endearment stings. He knows her too well. He does not wish to hurt her. “So. You have found me at last. How did you do it?”

A small half-smile pulls at one corner of her lips. Her lips.“It took me some time, but-”, she admits, “I figured out my mistake.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And what was that?” For one fleeting moment, he can feel himself wanting to slip into his old ways, guiding her, encouraging her.

“I spent three years trying to track you down. To no avail.” Sting. Three years she considers wasted. To her, it is a lot. “For too long I let myself wallow in my pain. The way you left-” Sting. “They way you left, it left me feeling… weak.” She hates admitting it, he knows. “Weaker than I was. I believed it would be almost impossible to calculate your next moves and guess at your intentions. I thought we simply had too little information; you didn’t leave me with much to go on, after all.” Sting. The memory of the shattered remains of their bond he left her with makes her eyebrows knit together softly for a moment. “Especially after disbanding; we lacked the resources of the old Inquisition. But I was wrong to let my grief cloud my judgment. I let go of the idea of -” She falters. “The idea that I could… persuade you into coming back. I figured out… erm… a different way forward. It was enough to track you to this place.”

Solas cannot stop his expression from softening into a small, indulgent smile. “I applaud your determination.” He bows his head in a gesture of respect for her. “I always have. I have ever admired your ability to question your own outlook whenever you felt yourself getting stuck; to question your decisions.” Sting. “An ability all too rare in those who hold positions of immense power, like you do.”

Something defiant and cocky lights up her features. She seems to be chewing on her tongue, clearly holding back a playfully indignant remark at his patronizing tone and at the challenge. This was nothing he ever had to teach her, and he knows it. But Solas delights in the fact that he is still able to gaud her this way, to spark her defiance and her resolution. Talking to her still seems so familiar. He pauses and looks at her more seriously then. “The worst decision you ever made, however-” His hands twitch behind his back. “- I could not talk you out of.”

The corners of her mouth turn down as if there was a bitter taste on her tongue. “How can you say that.”, she demands quietly, the short-lived spark from a moment before fading somewhat. It is no real question; merely an expression of the hurt the thought causes her that he might not put the same unyielding faith in their love anymore. He still does. There is simply no point in indulging that thought. This can never be.

She speaks again, putting deliberate pressure on every slow, measured word. “It was worth it.”, she says earnestly, her conviction unbroken. He can tell that she is struggling to keep her voice from wavering. “All of it. I don’t regret a single day spent by your side.” She takes a steadying breath and raises her chin proudly. “And there is nothing you can do that could ever make me.”  

She has him there. Solas hates himself for allowing it to show - for what good will it do her? - but he is unable to keep his face from contorting a little in the shared pain over the impossibility of this love. He will never understand what he can possibly have done to earn this remarkable woman’s trust. How he would wish to lavish his love on her, bury her in warm words and soothe the tender aches he has inflicted on her - on them both - with still more tender kisses.

He falters.

“My love, I-”

Whoosh. There is a sharp hissing sound and a bolt of heat is rushing straight for his face. Solas gets the barrier up just in time. When the burst of flame hits the shield and bounces off to the sides, he can see her again, her stance no longer still and upright, but getting ready to hit him again, her feet planted firmly on the ground, ready to attack. Before Solas has fully realized what is happening, she has cast two more spells, and suddenly the air around him is crackling with her magic, as she releases blast after blast, turning the elements loose on him. But he does not fight back. Some part of him is still so deeply in the habit of trusting her, though that may be a mistake by now, he begins to realize. With every blast she releases, she steps closer, forcing him to retreat from her onslaught. She whirls her staff above her head and then smashes its blade on the stone floor with a keening sound that makes his teeth hurt, making the ground rumble beneath his feet, a snarl on her face. The force of the spell makes him bend over to balance himself out and prevent his feet from giving in. The barrier flickers, as he can feel the stone balustrade that lines the dais at his back. He cannot help but marvel at the strength of her magic; she has become powerful.

She got him. Clever girl.

He realizes that she lured him into thinking that she was about to give in to her grief once more. She knows him well enough, too, it seems. He never was able to resist whenever she released the full, incomprehensible power of her conviction and her utter trust in him on his nervous heart. A honey trap. She knew that he could not bear to contemplate in earnest what his betrayal must have done to her. And she used it to lower his guard.

“Fight back!”, she yells, her voice ripping through the singed air, just a hint of a laugh in it. Taunting him. “Fight back!”

But all he can do is look at her and gravely shake his head. He puts the barrier up before she releases a new string of attacks, even fiercer than the last one.

Enraged, she seems to understand perfectly why he doesn’t defend himself as she redoubles her efforts and hits him again and again, a barrage of fire and ice assaulting his barrier in an earnest attempt to break it. But she never gets that far.

Out of nowhere, she interrupts her advance and turns her head abruptly to look around the room. The afterglow of her spells still has his ears ringing. But then he hears the roaring, cheering cries of the soldiers and he realizes that the battle in the room down below is over.

He lingers a moment too long. He means to turn his head and look at her again, but before she has fully come into focus, Solas can feel something cold and flat hitting the side of his head hard, sending him reeling sideways. He stumbles and falls backward, his back against the banister behind him. He fights the urge to vomit. When the pain and nausea recede and the vision before his eyes has cleared once more, she is standing over him, a broad, wicked grin on her face.

“You didn’t think that I’d be gotten rid of that easily, did you? You taught me, after all.”, she says jubilantly, her tone giddy. She bends down to where he is sitting slumped on the floor and grabs his chin none too gently, jerking his face up to force him to look directly into her eyes.

Inescapable.

Solas cannot help but chuckle weakly. “Well done. I have to admit, seeing you here, like this-” He smiles sheepishly, more at his own weakness than at her. He knows his eyes are smoldering with admiration for her, but he cannot help himself. “You played to my one weakness.”

She grins, despite herself. “Just like you always did with me. I learned from the best.”

“That was my mistake then.” There it is again. Sting. Her grip on his chin tightens harshly. But he feels a surge of pride in her at her words.

She lifts one eyebrow and speaks, a worthy imitation of his most condescending expression and his most patronizing tone, mockery dripping like honey from her words. “Tsk, tsk, Solas. Letting mere sentiment get in the way of your oh-so-rational, ever-so-cautious assessments. A foolish beginner’s mistake.” She is delighting in every word. And she deserves to.

“I will never lie down and accept the fate you have in store for me.” Sting. ”But until we settle that argument once and for all, there are goals we share.” She nods in the direction of the doors, and he assumes that she means his plans to abolish slavery. “I think I see now that you had to leave. Well-”, she interrupts herself, “No. I don’t understand it, exactly. But I have come to terms with it.” Then she grins, her voice dangerously sweet as she continues, only for him to hear, for him alone to understand her precise meaning. “Still. This is for the way you did it.”

And her backhand smacks the side of his face, hard, not like he has done to her so many times when she was still his, not meaning to hurt but always to heighten her pleasure. This stings. They are even. The smile on her face softens, then. Glee at her victory has rekindled that bright, fiery spark in her eyes again that he has not seen there for a long time. He believed he had managed to snuff out the dim glimmer that was left of it when he turned his back on her the last time they saw each other and stepped through the Eluvian. “Whenever you’re ready, Solas.”, she whispers. “Whenever you’re ready for this to be over, you know where to find me.” She wipes a trickle of blood from his lips with her thumb, still grabbing his chin. “Come home.” And she crosses the small distance between them, as she has done so many times before, and in many different ways, and places the softest kiss on his lips, still smiling. She lingers just a second too long. “And, Solas.”, she whispers, “I did mean what I said. I don’t regret any of it. And I never will.”

One last stroke across the line of his jaw with just the tips of her fingers, and she turns and walks away. Though reluctant to admit it even to himself, Solas cannot help but feel his love for her grow. He tried to tear her apart with his love and his lies. And not only does she still hold on to this love, but she also used it to figure out a way to overcome. What a vicious half-truth she used to slink her way into his head. Just like she said: She learned from the best.

Solas scrambles to his feet, still dazed. He turns to see her leaving the hall through the shattered wooden gates, surrounded by cheering soldiers, but not before throwing one last glowing look over her shoulder back at him.

He will see her again.

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Promise Me: Part 5 (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Hey everyone! I know its taken me a while to get to this update and I’m sorry! But I’ve been pretty good with my writing lately, so the updates will come out a little more often (at least until school starts, which is why I’m rushing to write everything now lol). But yes, I hope you all enjoy :))

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader, Platonic Phillipa Soo x Reader

Word Count: 4468

Warnings: Cursing (like always, Idk how to not curse), some NSFW, underage drinking

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

MASTERLIST

“What?”

“The elevator hasn’t moved.”

“Oh no.” You said, looking around the small space as if you could find the answer on the floor.

“Holy shit, is the elevator stuck?” Anthony shouted. “The elevator can’t be stuck!”

“I don’t know! This has never happened before.” You shouted just as loud.

Anthony walked over to the doors and started trying to pry them open. You started jumping up, trying (unsuccessfully) to reach the hatch at the top.

“Stop jumping. You’re going to make the cords snap!” Anthony said after he gave up with the doors.

“I don’t even weigh 145, and you’re worried that the cords will snap under my weight?”

“Well we already have bad luck being trapped in this elevator. What makes you think we won’t get more bad luck?”

“Anthony Ramos Martinez, I’m pretty sure my small ass isn’t going to break the fucking elevator.”

“You never know!”

“I do know!” You screamed, stomping your foot on the floor, earning a warning glance from Anthony.

Anthony shook his head. “I can’t believe we’re stuck in here.”

“We’ll be okay. We just have to call the authorities.” You said calmly, taking out your phone.

No bars.

“Well, we’re fucked. No bars.” You showed Ant your phone. “Now we have to wait until someone comes.”

“Fuck that.” Anthony said before he started shouting, his voice cracking. “Help! We’re stuck! Help us!”

Suddenly the elevator doors opened.

“What are you screaming about?” Phillipa asked when the doors were completely open.

“Oh my god, Pippa. I’ve never been happier to see you.” Anthony said, trampling Phillipa with a hug.

“Oh okay.” Phillipa laughed before hugging him back.

“The elevator wasn’t stuck. We just didn’t push the button.” You realized.

Anthony pulled back from his hug with your sister.

“We didn’t? I could have sworn we did.”

“No, you started whining about the cold and none of us pushed the button.”

Suddenly you and Anthony just started laughing. Phillipa laughed too, although not as hard as you and Anthony.

When your laughters started dying down (almost 10 minutes later), you both looked up to see tears in each other’s eyes.

“Are you crying?” You asked through your giggles.

“I was scared.” He defended. You shook your head and let out a couple of more giggles before stopping.

“Are you both sane now? Can I go upstairs and sleep?” Phillipa asked.

Anthony nodded his head. “Yeah, sorry Pippa.”

“It’s fine. Thanks for walking Y/N home.” She said, opening her arms out for a goodbye hug from him. He hugged her, gave you a pat on your shoulder and left.

“Did you both seriously think you were trapped in there?” Phillipa asked while stepping into the elevator.

“It didn’t move! What were we supposed to think?”

Phillipa only laughed and put her arm around you.

Since it was late, you and Phillipa decided to just watch a couple episodes of Gilmore Girls, then went to bed.

The next morning, you woke up to a bunch of texts in yours and the boy’s group chat.

Daveed and Oak were making fun of you and Anthony for the night before.

“How in the hell did you guys find out anyway?” you asked in the group chat.

“Pippa told everyone right as she got in.” Anthony explained.

“What a fake.” you said, referring to your sister.

“Y/N you should come visit us at the theater. And bring food b4 you come” Daveed texted.

“Only if you guys pay for it.”

Daveed, Oak and Ant all sent “Deal”, and you stood up to get ready.

You ordered Chinese food for you and the boys.

When you stepped into the theater, you could see everyone’s head turned. They could smell the food, you guessed.

Daveed suddenly came bouncing towards you.

“Thank you for this, you can leave now.” He said, grabbing the food then shooing you away.

You just stared at him until he smiled and put an arm over your shoulder. Because you were much shorter than him, he had to bend pretty far in order to properly wrap his arm around you.

“We’re all in our dressing room.” Daveed said, guiding you to the room.

Once you stepped foot in there, Ant and Oak both cheered.

“The food is here!” Ant shouted.

“Yes she is.” You mumbled than you shook your head. “Wait, no. That’s not what I- No! I swear that came out wrong I- Daveed stop taking a video of me! I didn’t mean to say that!”

Daveed put his phone down and, while still laughing, asked, “What did you mean to say then?”

“I-I- ugh! I don’t know, but shut up and pretend like that didn’t happen.”

“That was hilarious, Y/N.” Oak said, patting you on the shoulder before sitting back down on the floor and grabbing his food from the bag.

You sat next to Ant, who was also sitting on the floor (opposite of Oak), and crossed your legs.

“I- I didn’t mean what I said.” You explained to Ant. His face was red as he nodded his head, telling you that it was okay.

You didn’t see Daveed give Anthony a wink, making him blush even harder (if that were possible).

Whatever conversation the boys were having before you got there continued. You laughed, not giving your own commentary to the topic, but laughing at the ones the boys gave while eating your rice.

“Woah is that a tattoo?” Anthony asked, pointing at your thigh. His fingers gently touched your skin, and you immediately got goosebumps.

“Yeah, I got it before I went to Europe.” You lifted up your shirt, revealing the elephant that was on your inner thigh.

“Why an elephant?” Daveed asked, an egg roll stuffed in his mouth.

“Phill and I loved elephants when we were younger. So I got one so that she would always be with me.” You blushed. “God that’s cheesy.”

The boys laughed. “It’s cute.” Anthony said. “Do you have anymore?”

“Yeah, I have one on my foot, another two on my back, one right here,” You pointed underneath your breast.  “And one on my stomach.”

“Ooooh, let’s see them.” Oak said, shoving a wonton in his mouth.

You put down your own food and lifted up your shirt then angled yourself to reveal the ones on your back. The names Eliza and Natasha were written below your shoulder blade.

“Eliza for Eliza Hamilton, and Natasha for Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet?” Daveed asked.

You nodded your head, then turned back around to show the one on your stomach. It read In the Heights in bold letters.

Daveed gave you a face saying “Really?”

You giggled and shrugged your shoulder. You dropped your shirt so that you could show the one on your ankle. All you had to do was lift down your sock. The tattoo read Libertyville.

“Gotta remember where you came from.” Oak commented. You nodded your head while smiling, then grabbed your food to start eating again.

“What does the other one say?” Anthony asked, eating some noodles.

“It says mine and Phillipa’s name.”

“Nice.” Anthony said.

The boys had another hour before showtime, so you all decided to play a game: Uno.

You and Oak decided to be on the same team, while Daveed and Anthony were on the other.

You stood up to swtich to your team’s side then the game began.

Daveed was getting annoyed with you and Anthony. If he had to watch you two give each other more flirty looks again, he was going to shoot himself. If he had to hear you tw giggle at each other’s mistakes one more time, he was going to shoot you both.

“20 minutes till showtime!” somebody called from outside the room.

“Oh thank God.” Daveed groaned, standing up from his seat on the couch.

“If I had to hear you guys giggle at each other one more time I was gonna kill myself.” Oak added. Daveed was glad he wasn’t the only one annoyed by the two.

“We’ll leave the room, so you guys can do whatever to let this shit out of your system.” Daveed said, walking out of the room, grabbing the remnants of his costume from the seat in the corner.

Oak did the same, and soon you and Anthony were alone in the room.

“We weren’t doing anything right-”

“Yeah, no we weren’t!”

“They’re just being assholes-”

“That’s exactly what they’re doing.” You said, ending the back and forth between you and Anthony. You both sat in silence before Anthony decided to speak.

“Maybe I should finish getting dressed.”

“Yeah. You do that and I’ll leave.”

“No, you can stay. If you want.”

“And watch you get undressed?”

“I only have to change my shirt.” Anthony shrugged.

“As appealing as that is, if Phillipa wonders where I am, she can’t find out I was in here watching you take off your shirt.”

Anthony nodded his head. “You’re right. I don’t want her to kick my ass.”

You laughed and walked out of the room, closing the door as you left.

You stood backstage, keeping whoever wasn’t on stage occupied. By Act 2, Anthony was pretty much the only one you were consistently with. At one point, you guys were too busy laughing for Anthony to notice that it was his time to go on stage.

As you watched Ant die on stage, you started crying. That entire scene never failed to make you shed tears. As the scene ended, Anthony bounced to where you stood, off to the side of the stage.

“Are you crying?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“No,” You wiped your tears from your face. “I’m sweating. It’s hot as fuck back here.”

Anthony laughed and he stood beside you, watching Lin and Phillipa mourn over Anthony in It’s Quiet Uptown.

“I think Phillip is my favorite character to play.”

You turned to look at him. “Why?”

“I don’t know. He’s just so innocent and trustworthy. The way he just assumed Eacker would be respectable and not shoot him. It’s just… Really commendable, you know?”

Your eyes starting tearing again, thinking about how poor Phillip only deserved the world and all he got was shot in his stomach. “I know.” You said, nodding your head.

“Oh jeez, are you crying again?” He laughed.

“No. Like I said, it’s hot.”

“Yeah sure it is.” Anthony said sarcastically.

The both of you watched the show in almost complete silence, only sharing commentary at the most interesting moments.

When the show was over and everyone was out of their costumes and ready to head home, Daveed invited you out with his a couple of his friends, Oak, Ant and Renee among the group.

As you were about to accept, Phillipa butted in. “It’s really late, so we should be heading home.”

“Sorry Phill, my bed time isn’t until, like, midnight. And it’s about 10 now, so...”

Phillipa didn’t respond, just gave you a look from the side of her eye, telling you that you should decline the offer.

“I’ll take a raincheck on this one, Diggs.”

Daveed nodded, said his goodbyes then left.

Once he was gone, you turned to Phillipa. “Why did you do that?”

She looked shocked. “Do what? It’s late, we should go to sleep. Tomorrow’s a busy day.” She hiked up her bag higher on her shoulder and started walking.

“What are we doing tomorrow then?”

“Steven and I are going out tomorrow.”

“Are you seriously inviting me to your date? With your fiance?”

“You like Steven.” Phillipa defended.

“That doesn’t mean I want to go on a date with you guys!”

“You know he wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m not going on a date with you tomorrow Phill.”

“You’re not- ugh, fine. What are gonna do tomorrow then?”

“Stay home, sleep, eat food, sleep.”

“You see that’s not productive.”

“Oh and being a third wheel is?”

“You’re not going to be a thi-”

“You of all people should know that being the third wheel isn’t fun.” You said as a taxi finally stopped to let you and your sister on.

“I- wha- That was once! I was only 15! And I didn’t even know I was being a third wheel!”

“Doesn’t erase the fact that you were one.” You said, raising up your hands in surrender.

“God! Okay fine, you don’t have to come. You win, happy?”

“Very.”

Back home, you and Phillipa got ready for bed and went to sleep. You stayed up a little longer, scrolling through instagram before you finally felt tired enough to fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up pretty early. Phillipa already left, her and Steven obviously wanting their date to last the whole day.

Since it was only 10 in the morning, you decided to just laze around, doing small chores. You collected up your dirty clothes from that week so you could walk to the laundromat across the street. When you grabbed your phone, you noticed a text from Anthony.

“Wanna hang out today?” he asked.

You typed out a yes and asked when and where.

“Anywhere you want you sexy thang ;)”

“Wow” you sent, with a crying laughing emoji behind it

“Ha I know, you're probably drooling rn”

“im really not though but we could meet up at Mulligan’s?” Mulligan’s was a bar that was a couple blocks away from the theater where Phillipa worked.

“Sounds great. See ya in 10?”

“make that 15, I dont have appropriate clothes on”

“Alright, see ya”

You quickly got dressed in jeans and a tank top that you had bought months ago but never got a chance to wear. You only put on mascara then walked outside your apartment building to hail a cab, completely forgetting about you laundry.

I could do it later after we hang out. You thought to yourself.

Only five minutes late, you step into the bar and look around for Anthony. You found him sitting at one of the few tables in the bar and walked to the table to sit across from him.

Anthony smiled wide when he saw you.

“Hey!” He said. He stood up and took out your seat for you. When you were sitting is when he finally sat back down in his own seat.

You smiled at him. “What’s up?”

He shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do today so I called you up.”

“Umm, okay so I see I’m second rate. I’ll just leave then.” You joked.

Anthony shook his head and laughed. “Chill. Anyway, I thought you’d be pretty cool to hang with.”

“‘Pretty cool’.” You mocked. “So I am second rate?”

“Always.”

“Asshole.” You laughed.

The waitress came by and put a cheeseburger down on Anthony’s side. She looked to you, her eyes unfriendly.

“Do you want anything?” She asked in a bored voice. She rolled her eyes when you took a second too long to answer.

“No, I thought I was just gonna sit here and stare at my boyfriend eat.” You answered, earning a baffled look from Ant. He opened and closed his mouth before deciding to keep quiet. You didn’t notice the light tint of pink on his cheeks, or the smile that was spreading across his face. He liked you saying the word boyfriend.

“He’s your boyfriend?” The waitress said. “You managed to snatch him up?”

“Yup. Are you jealous?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. If I wanted to, I could take him from you.”

Anthony snorted. She looked at him before looking back at you.

“Not with those shit stains on your shirt.”

Her eyes darkened with anger. “It’s food.” She walked away, mumbling under her breath.

“Boyfriend?” Anthony said.

You looked up. “She liked you, and when she thought I was moving in on you she got pissed at me. I had to mess with her.”

Anthony laughed. He grabbed the knife beside his plate and cut the burger in half. He handed you one half.

“What if I didn’t want a burger?” You asked, taking a bite out of it.

“You, not eat a burger?” Anthony said. He snorted. “Not likely.”

“Fuck you.” You mumbled with food in your mouth.

“Besides, she’s not coming back over here. Ever again. And I also wanted to go restaurant hopping. I’ve never done it.”

“Oh that’s so fun!” You said. “We did it all the time in London, there are so many restaurants over there. But I can’t.”

“Why?” Anthony said after swallowing whatever food he had in his mouth.

“I have chores to do.”

He shrugged. “I’ll help you with them, what do we have to do?”

“First laundry. Then after that I was gonna go shopping cause none of my clothes really fit me anymore.”

Anthony was nodding his head. “Alright, alright. What else?”

“Umm… I was also gonna check out the NYU campus.“

That made Anthony turn his head. “Why?”

“I kinda want to go back to school. Or at least take some classes so I’m not behind when I decide to go back full time.”

He nodded his head. “Alright, that’ll be fun.”

You both finished your meal quickly and stood up. You started taking out some cash before Anthony stopped you and took out his own cash. He paid for the meal (a guesstimate, since the bitchy waitress never gave you guys your bill), leaving no tip for the waitress and put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door.

“Ant, I can pay for my own meal, you know?”

“It’s cool.” He said, shrugging one shoulder.

“Stop being nice to me, oh my god.”

He smiled and put his arm around your shoulder. You were glad he did, because the air was colder than when you first went out.

“Where to first?”

“My apartment so I can grab my clothes.”

After grabbing your laundry, you and Ant walked to the laundromat. Directly in front of the laundromat was a hotdog stand and Anthony bought one, for you and him.

“This counts as restaurant hopping right?” He asked.

“Yeah, definitely.”

Your laundry didn’t take long, since you didn’t have too much clothing. After dropping off your clothes, Ant led you the opposite direction of where you wanted to go.

“Uhh, Ant? The mall is that way.” You said, pointing behind you.

“There’s a clothing shop a couple blocks from here. You’ll like it.”

The walk was short, as he’d promised, and you soon stood in front of a store called, “European Fashion.”

“Nice.” You said. “Is this just because I went there?”

He nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”

Inside, the store was normal. Nothing special, just regular clothes that you would’ve found at the mall.

You tried on a few outfits. You stepped out to ask Ant his opinion on one of them only to find him gone.

“Anthony?” You called out.

The lady who owned the store stepped from around a rack of jeans. “Your friend stepped out.”

“Oh, okay.” You said. “Thanks.”

You stepped back inside the dressing room and changed back into your own clothes.

You weren’t worried, cause you knew Anthony would never leave you. But you did wonder where he went.

By the time you had all your clothes picked out, Anthony stepped back into the store.

“Your girlfriend was looking for you.” The owner of the shop said again.

“Thanks.” He said, smiling. He came up to you and you noticed he had two small cups in his hands.

“What are those?” You asked, placing your items on the counter. The owner started ringing everything up.

“Italian ice.” He said, handing you one and making a spoon appear from his back pocket.

You thanked him and started eating it. It was almost $100.

“Do you have enough?” Anthony asked, staring at the total like it was gonna form into a human and attack him.

“Yeah.” You said, unsure if you actually did. Miraculously, you had 4 20’s, 3 10’s and 2 5’s in your wallet. You paid the owner and soon you and Anthony were walking back out.

Taking another quick trip to your apartment, you and Anthony then decided to go to another restaurant.

“After this, we’ll go to NYU.” He said.

“Nah, I think we can do that next time. I really just want to eat food right now.”

Anthony gave you a look.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. I like food.”

Anthony rolled his eyes.

“Okay, but next time we’re seriously going to go check out, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mom.” Anthony rolled his eyes again, but let the subject go.

The rest of the afternoon was spent restaurant hopping. Everyone continuously confused you and Ant as boyfriend and girlfriend but neither of you corrected them. With the way you two were acting, it was no wonder anybody thought you were together.

Any time the other would do something, you both would giggle and laugh until people gave you weird looks. Any time you could, you snuggled up close to him and tucked your head underneath his chin.

And the thing that made everyone believe you two were together was something neither of you noticed the other doing. Every time you smiled, Anthony stared at you as if you were sent from heaven above. And every time Anthony would start talking, you would stare at him and only him, a smile playing at your lips.

When you and Ant were at your fourth restaurant, someone walked up to your table. It was an old friend from high school.

“Oh my god! Y/N! How have you been?” he asked.

“Hey, Andrew! I’ve been great, you?”

“Good too, college sucks, you know?”

You laughed. “Can’t relate.”

“Lucky.” He said. “Hey, my frat is having a party tonight at 8. You should come over, bring your boyfriend too.”

“Oh… He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh really?” Andrew said, now giving Anthony a flirty look.

“Sorry, man. Don’t bat for the other team.” Anthony said chuckling and putting his arms up in surrender.

“Ah, I’m just messing with ya. I have a girlfriend anyway. But yeah, you both should come.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Anthony answered. You looked at him. He only shrugged one shoulder.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll go. Where is it at?”

Andrew gave you the address. “Knock twice on the door and that’s how they’ll know not to charge you guys.”

“Alright cool. See ya man.” You said. Andrew hugged you, gave Ant a fist bump then left.

You looked at the time on your phone. It was currently 7:30.

“Well, I guess we could start walking there. By the time we get there the party will have started.”

You nodded your head. For the fifth time that day, Anthony paid for both your meals.

“Ant!”

“I can pay it. Just relax.” He said. Once outside, Anthony took out his phone and typed in the address.

“Its this way.” he said, pointing to the left. The moment you both started walking, Anthony put his arm around you and you responded by snuggling closer to him.

Halfway to the party, you and Ant decided to take a cab the rest of the way. When you finally got there, at 8:27, Anthony paid for the cab. You gave him a dirty look and he just took your hand. You both walked to the door and you knocked twice.

The guy at the front let you both in, free, and you stood by the doorway.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never been to a frat party.” You said.

“It’ll be fine.” Anthony said. He gripped your hand tighter and you walked deeper into the house.

The music was pretty loud and the entire house was dark too. Eventually you and Anthony reached the kitchen, where you saw Andrew talking to a girl.

“Hey, it’s Y/N and her boyfriend!”

Andrew’s girlfriend came up to you and hugged you. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Same to you.” You said. She hugged Anthony next. When she pulled away, she took a good look at Ant.

“You’re right, babe. He is hot.”

“Told you.” Andrew laughed, putting an arm around her. “Beer is in the fridge, and there might be some vodka bottles floating around somewhere. Have fun, and if you guys need anything, let me know.” He gave you a wink before walking away.

You walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer for both you and Anthony.

“Well, this’ll be fun.” He said, opening his beer and taking a sip.

Fun it was.

About two hours later, you were completely wasted. An hour after you, Anthony himself got wasted.

There was, in fact, lots of vodka bottles floating around the frat house, and you and Ant drank your fair share of it.

With now no inhibitions, you and Ant flirted freely.

“Blue looks so fucking amazing on you.” Anthony said, grabbing your hips and pulling your dancing body closer to him.

“Everything looks amazing on you.” You giggled. Another guys walked up to you both, asking you to dance with him.

Anthony gave him a dirty look and said, “If you touch her, I’ll break your fucking hand.”

The guy walked away, finding another girl to dance with almost immediately after.

Even though he couldn’t, Anthony kept trying to bring you closer to him. You were practically humping on his leg, but you were so drunk you didn’t even notice.

A new song started playing, and it was much slower and sensual than the last few songs. The few people on the dance floor who didn’t have a partner left.

You and Anthony stayed dancing, slowing down your rhythms until your grinding matched the song.

Anthony’s mouth trailed slowly up your jaw before his mouth reached your ear.

“It's 2 o'clock... I'm driving home.” Ant sang into your ear. “Texting you... tryna wrap your legs around my face.” His hand started trailing up and down your arm. His other hand moved from your waist, lower and lower until it was grabbing your ass, pulling you down more onto his leg, until the only thing that you were grinding on was his leg.

“But have no fear… Cuz' what we did… Scratches on my back… That good love.” Anthony continued to rasp into your ear. He bit your ear, making you inhale quickly at the sharp pain. Anthony’s lips started moving lower, kissing your neck then kissing whatever other skin he could find.

“You tweet but you ain't calling… And now I'm feeling horny… I got no patience.” He said, before moving his face up. Your noses were touching, your breaths mingling. Anthony’s lips moved closer to yours, until they were barely touching.

“I got no patience.” Anthony sang once more before his lips covered yours.

[dearmadalice]

@nekkyousagi @tacotits @dai-rokuten-maou @norageonlypancakes @tsuncarrot Some Date Clan Shenanigans for your enjoyment. It might seem sorta familiar because it was a drabble I started but I finally got around to finishing it. Someone. Please help Kojuro.

“Date Masamune, you bastard! Put up your dukes if you want to live!” Oushu had been peaceful for some time between their campaigns. Katakura Kojuro was thankful for the quiet and he had miraculously managed to catch up on all of the physical work demanded in the fields. He had come to retire for the day from the hot sun and was greeted with the horrific screeching of an angry horse and his rider. Kojuro yanked the cloth from his head and grimaced as the gates burst open and nearly off their hinges. Masamune had been in the yard practicing. Hearing his name he had turned, jumping back to avoid getting trampled by the white stallion. In a flurry of crimson the rider dismounted and threw himself towards Masamune, the young lord throwing away his sword to meet fist with fist. “Shigezane! How many times have I told you not to barge in here like-“ Kojuro sighed and went to fetch the horse, who had wandered away and started chewing at some of their decorative plants. Trying to scold Shigezane now was like talking to a wall – best to let him wear himself out before scolding him. Then Kojuro scowled more, helping the small child from the back of the stallion. “What was he thinking?”

The little girl, Shigezane’s three year old daughter Kotori, smiled at him and wrapped her arms affectionately around Kojuro’s neck. Then her bright, yellowy eyes twisted to where her good-for-nothing father and his cousin where going at each other. “Papa! Papa I’m cheering for you!” Date Shigezane hollered loudly, his fist connecting with Masamune’s left cheek. Then he started laughing. “It’s been a long time, Bon! Have you turned into a slouch while I was gone? Huh, huh? Is this all the one-eyed dragon has to offer?” Masamune kicked out Shigezane’s knee. “The hell? You show up at my door without being invited and start talking trash?” Shigezane grunted and went for Masamune’s stomach. Masamune twisted, Shigezane’s blow just skimming over his side. “You’re an ingrate you know!” “Ingrate?!” Shigezane’s once firm and determined voice rose and cracked. “You know I’m not an ingrate!” “You sure act like one! I’m going to disown your sorry ass!” Masamune had rallied quickly, pressing his unarmed attacks. He aimed heavily for Shigezane’s face, the wild man ducking and weaving to avoid the blows while being unable to counter. “You show up just to drink my booze and eat my food; when are you gonna start payin’ rent?” Masamune laughed. Shigezane cracked a smile back, managing to catch Masamune’s right arm against his side. Shigezane had the upper hand now, still keeping hold of the One-Eyed Dragon’s arm to punch him squarely in the chin. Masamune spit blood, snarling as his teeth had snapped together on the tip of his tongue. “Isn’t my service payment enough? You’re ungrateful! I’m always your vanguard! Your spear! What happened to Date clan loyalty!?” He let out a mock sniffle, his guard dropping for the sake of dramatics. In that moment Masamune took back his arm, grabbed a fistful of Shigezane’s hair, and returned the punch to the chin. Kotori clapped her hands together. She cheered brightly, raising her arms to wave them wildly. “Papa! Go, go papa! You can win!” Kojuro was beside himself. He was certainly proud that Shigezane admitted his mistakes and had taken eagerly to fatherhood, but Kotori was a young girl and it was unsightly for her to be cheering on violence with such zeal. Though, such a thing was expected of the Date. He only wished that Kotori had better influences to cling to than just Shigezane. “Let’s go inside,” he said gently. “I will get you something sweet to eat, how does that sound?” He was hoping that maybe she would be more interested in food that the shenanigans in the courtyard, but she started pouting at him and her large, golden eyes starting watering. The older she got, the more clear it became in her expressions that Shigezane was certainly her sire. “B-but. But Papa!” she insisted. “Papa says Kotori is his lucky charm; he’ll lose if I go!” Kojuro sighed and gently smoothed her hair. Since when had he been so easily swayed by children? Shigezane grabbed the back of Masamune’s hair and the pair were twisting their heads and hissing in pain. They were both on the brink of scalping each other. Really, Kojuro should have stepped in and stopped them but he felt as though they both deserved the aches and bruises that would come in the wake of their stupidity. He wouldn’t be the one nursing their wounds. “D-dammit! Stop pullin’ so hard!” Masamune grabbed Shigezane’s ear and started pulling, hoping that putting a little extra pressure on his face would cause him to release him. “Stop complainin’! You cry more than a baby!” Shigezane hissed and winced and his mouth opened in alarm and agony. He started leaning towards Masamune, the one-eyed dragon’s pulling and yanking starting to shift Shigezane’s balance. “All is fair in love and war!” “You’re shit at both!” “You’re not so good yourself! Bon!” Finally, Shigezane yanked Masamune’s head back, wrenched his ponytail free from Masamune’s hands, and put the young Lord into a headlock. Masamune’s face rapidly turned red, and then purple as he choked and hiss, trying to stomp on Shigezane’s toes and crush them. Shigezane started to grin, letting out a relieved and pained huff. “See? Still can’t even beat me in a fight!” Masamune struggled for a few more seconds, his face turning such a horrible shade Kojuro was on his feet to break it up before someone got killed. Masamune had enough sense to start smacking Shigezane’s arm. “I give up, I give up!” Shigezane triumphantly released his cousin, but Masamune smacked him on the side of the head. No one had ever accused Masamune of being a gracious loser. “What sort of example are you setting?” Kojuro snapped. He was still irritated that the pair had started fighting to begin with, and Masamune continuing to fight when he’d already given up was in poor taste. Kojuro crossed his arms, and the two young men bowed their heads. Kotori ran up from behind him, launching herself into Shigezane. He scooped her up, kissing her face with his bruised lips. “Did you see Kotori? Isn’t your Papa strong?” “You shouldn’t be proud of that,” Kojuro remarked. “If we’d been using swords, I wouldda kicked your ass-“ “My lord, please! There is a child here.” Kotori started to squirm, holding her arms out for Masamune. Shigezane pouted and relented, slowly handing his daughter to his cousin. Masamune smirked, pressing his forefinger against Kotori’s little pink nose. “Did you see your Uncle Bon? I’m pretty strong, huh? Way cooler than your Papa, huh? And more handsome?” Masamune turned on his heel and started back towards the estate, now that their games had wrapped up really neatly.  Kotori thought briefly, before answering. “Papa is really cool too! But Uncle Bon is more fun!” “Good answer kiddo!” Masamune started to laugh, Shigezane letting out a loud pitiful whine before he dragged himself off after them. “C’mon. Kotori, Papa is fun! Tell Papa he’s fun!” Kojuro sighed, rubbing his temples with both his hands. It would be a miracle if Kotori grew up one day to be a fine Lady one day. Something told him, she would be nearly as eccentric as the pair of them.  Just once, he wished they could have a normal welcome. He was too old for this shit.

[artheclown]

More notes about lines at shows and the pit at shows (this is all regarding specifically shows like TOP that are in huge venues and have hardcore fans that love the pit. Not all of this applies to every show):

-Dont fucking cut anyone. Don’t do it, ever. Ever! Ever!! I don’t care how mean they are. I don’t care if you couldn’t get in line because of school and think you deserve barrier. Do! Not! Cut! Anyone! Ever!

-if you think you deserve to be in front of someone in the line(think they cut you, or whatever) talk to them civilly! Be honest, talk to them about the time you got there, have evidence if possible. Be kind and reasonable. At the same time, pick your battles.

-if the person that’s been behind you all day gets cut, let them (the person who got cut) join you (in front of the person who cut them)! This is how I met my best friend to this day

-if you think someone cut you/is trying to cut you, talk to them civilly: I suggest starting with a “Are you here for x show? Me too! The end of the line is actually that way-“ don’t come out guns blazing!

-sometimes there are VIP tickets sold, meaning that even if you’re first in GA line, there could be as many as 300 people (at a show like top) in front of you- it sucks, I know. But it’s the way things work. If someone paid money for VIP and you didn’t, they’re could be in front of you. They have that choice. Period.

-if people are gonna join you in line, let the people behind you know. It’s kinda shitty to let people join you right before doors, I suggest making sure your friends are there before noon- This should be adjusted based on waiting time, so if people start lining up days before, your friend should show up early the day of the show. If people start lining up at noon, doors are at six, then your friend should be there by four, etc. it’s all about being reasonable and communicating with the people around you. (“Hey! Just to let you know, I have three friends who will be joining me in line- Just an FYI” you don’t need to apologize necessarily! You’re allowed to be doing what you’re doing, just let them know kindly)

-share! Offer a sip of water, offer some chapstick- “I’m running down to McDonalds, do you want me to grab you anything?” Hopefully this will result in them doing the same!

-at the same time, remember to be safe: be wary of accepting open food, getting in people’s car, etc. I understand this contradicts the last one a little but it’s a matter of being reasonable and safe.

-OP isn’t fucking kidding about hydrating. It’s soooo important!! Drink water water water! I live in AZ, so reminder to all my fellow desert ppl: waaaater! Water! They won’t let you take it inside, in most cases. So drink a lot before hand

-because of this, it’s super important that you pee before going in. Once you’re in the venue, you’ll have to hold your place in pit all night. Once you’re in, you’re in. You’re stuck, you’re not going anywhere. (Specifically for shows like top- shows at smaller venues with less intense fans, you can get away with running to the bathroom and returning to your spot if you have a friend to hold your place in the pit) PEE BEFORE HAND!! Pee before going in the venue if you don’t wanna loose your place!! PEE BEFORE HAND!

IN THE ACTUAL PIT:

-WEAR. CLOSED. TOE. SHOES!!!!! Second or third time I saw top in the pit, a girl wore sandals and her toes were bleeding by the end. You will get stepped on and stomped on and trampled, make sure you wear good shoes!

-the people around you may be your saving grace half way through the show. If you fall, they should pick you up, if you drop something they should help you get it back, etc etc. be kind to them so they don’t feel disinclined to help you later! At the same time, if someone falls, if someone drops something- HELP THEM! Maybe they said something weird you didn’t like between sets, it doesn’t matter. In the pit, we’re all stripped and human. Help help help each other.

-OP talked about leaving the pit if it gets too intense, this is super important! No shame in stepping back! They (OP) talk about turning around and heading back, but sometimes that can be difficult. It might be easier to tell the people IN FRONT OF YOU that you want to get out! Security at barrier will lift you out- Don’t go thinking you’re too heavy, they WILL lift you out, as long as you help them a little. Only do this if you’re five or less people away from barricade. Just start shouting and waving between songs “I want out!” Make it clear that you’re not shoving to be in front at that point, you’re shoving to get out.

-when I saw top last, some people brought toothpicks to stab people in front of them. Need I say, this is a dick move. A real piece of shit thing to do. Obviously, don’t do this or anything like it. Don’t pull hair, poke eyes, throw punches, etc. pushing is natural, use your space to your advantage, bob and weave strategically, etc etc. don’t hurt anyone. DONT BE A PIECE OF SHIT.

-if you like taking photos and such: go for it! BUT Do not!! Rest your fucking arm on the person in front of you! Don’t do it! I get that everyone is touching everyone but to have your FUCKING elbow in my back, on my shoulder, it’s awful. Just be aware of where your limbs are and make sure you’re not being to obnoxious- if you’re not sure, say something. Either “sorry my hand is there, I can’t move it” or maybe “is that okay there?”

-obviously be prepared to be touched. If you don’t like lots of people really close, if you’re worried about germs (other people’s spit, breath, sweat, etc) all fucking over you, maybe the pit isn’t the best fit!

-speaking of germs, OP is right! So many germs! Sharing water! All that stuff! Basically every show I go to I end up sharing water, it’s totally normal. I’ve also gotten sick from it. It’s a gamble every time. I don’t necessarily agree that it’s dire that you partake in sharing water- as long as you hydrate all day that day- but you might want to! Keep that in mind going in

-similarly, if security gives you water (in my experience, they mostly give our little tiny cups but some very kind paces give out water bottles) take a drink and pass it along! SHARE!!

-have a good time.

Sorry about any typos and such, I’m on mobile!!

If any of this doesn’t make sense/you need more explanation message me or send an ask!

Hi there! I was just wondering, do you have any tips for people that have never camped out/been in the pit for a show before?

for sure!! 

if you’re camping overnight and sleeping on the sidewalk, have a car in the vicinity. this is like… not really negotiable (for me anyway). being able to keep things in your car, go back to your car to brush your teeth and charge your phone and sit on something soft, being able to throw all your tent and shit in your car before doors, is really important

if you’re camping overnight, have a tent. you think you do not need one. you do. for so many reasons, you do. 

when you get there, scope out the nearest bathroom (ask the people in front of you in line) and the nearest outlet. both will be your Friends. 

BRING YOUR OWN ROLL OF TOILET PAPER. You think this is a joke. The Starbucks in Nationwide ran out of toilet paper after like 5 minutes and we all used napkins for the rest of the time. 

Decide beforehand whether or not you’re above changing your tampon in a tent. Starbucks feels farther away at 2 am. 

I just realized that the nearest bathroom is Always a Starbucks

Bring hand sanitizer. For obvious reasons. 

I cannot stress how important it is to hydrate and eat on the day of the show. I promise you that feeling a little nauseous and/or having to pee when you’re in the pit is a significantly better feeling than passing out and being dragged out from barricade. I know from experience. Just drink the water. You won’t pee yourself. Drink all day. 

Make friends with people in the line. Doesn’t have to be the people right around you. Not just because it makes it more fun - they’ll have your back, and it’s fun to feel like you know the people nearby you in the pit. People I’d known for only 30 hours protected the fuck out of me when I passed out like we’d been friends for years. 

Bring portable phone chargers

Pack up your tent and belongings an hour before doors at the LATEST, and just be cold if you have to. Sometimes they let you in super early and if you aren’t there you’ll lose your spot. 

I don’t take a purse into the pit. Put your ID and debit card in your pocket, attach your car key ring to your belt loop or bra loop, and put your portable charger and phone in your boobs if you don’t have a pocket. I always keep it in my boobs in the pit. 

Go hard for the openers but not too hard or you’ll expend all your energy before the boys come on. 

If you don’t like the view you have at first - fear not, it is absolutely not going to stay that way

If you have the perfect view at first - unless you have barricade, it’s not going to stay that way. 

There is no way to stop people from pushing/crowding when the boys come on. The pit is spread out at first and gets significantly more compact when they come onstage. It’s normal. Stand your ground and don’t let people get in front of you from behind/beside you. You’ll be fine

Having said that, if you really aren’t fine, tell the person next to you to get security. Don’t, like, die. 

Collect confetti at the end but also let the crew do their job. 

If you’re pretty close to the front and there’s a big clump at center, stand to the left of the clump if you want to hold Josh for trees and to the right of the clump if you want to hold Tyler for trees

If folks are passing around a big cup of water or communal water bottles in the pit, get over your germophobia. You need that shit. It could literally make or break your show. I’m also possibly a little too fearless about germs so maybe don’t listen to me. But that’s my opinion. 

If you aren’t having fun or don’t feel safe in the deep pit, move back! It’s not the end of the world! Hang out at B stage! Catch a glimpse of Jenna! Get close to the FOH tower for Car Radio! Join a dance circle at the back of the pit during Lane Boy! You don’t HAVE to be close to the front to enjoy the show. You really don’t. 

Have fuckity fun. You’ve waited for this for a long time. 

<3

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“Your eyes; so bright. Gonna carve 'em out!„

—Ferra to Jacqui Briggs in Mortal Kombat X

Ferra & Torr are fighters who made their debut in Mortal Kombat X. The two work together in combat, serving Kotal Kahn and his empire.

Appearance

Ferra is a small warrior with clawed gauntlets on both of her hands. She sits atop the large brute, Torr, who wears a frayed piece of cloth tied to his face bound by ropes, a single hole in the cloth exposing one of his red eyes. Both wear spiked armor, including shoulder and leg plates, while Ferra wears various leather straps bound around her body and Torr uses ropes to hold his armor and clothes in place. Ferra wears some type of ankle pads on her feet while Torr wears sandals.

Combat Characteristics

Powers & Abilities

Torr's sheer size gives him superhuman strength and durability, easily allowing him to overpower his opponents, while Ferra's smaller frame gives her nimble speed and her bladed gauntlets give her a deadly cut. The duo work well together with Ferra ordering Torr and Torr even using Ferra in conjunction with his charging attacks, adding extra damage. Ferra can also hurt Torr with her claws to enrage him, giving his attacks a stronger edge.

However sometimes, the pair doesn't work together with Torr doing the fighting, while Ferra cheers on in the sideline, out of harm's way. This doesn't mean that Torr is any less dangerous though, as he is somewhat enhanced with more brutish moves in place of Ferra, allowing Torr to become more aggresive in combat with the addition of moves that he wouldn't be able to do with Ferra.

Signature moves

Bowl Girl: Torr tosses Ferra across the ground, knocking the opponent off their feet. (MKX)

Ferra Toss: Torr throws Ferra at a high angle and she spins and slashes their enemy across the face. (MKX)

Tuck 'n' Charge: Torr smacks his opponent with Ferra, then tucks her under his arm and charges into them. (MKX)

Deep Stab: Torr grabs the opponent, allowing Ferra to stab them in the abdomen with her claw before tossing them aside. (MKX - Ruthless Variation)

Pain And Gain: Ferra stabs Torr with her claws, depleting a small amount of his health in exchange for a temporary damage buff. This buff can be stacked up to three times. Torr is also armored while Ferra is stabbing him. (MKX - Ruthless Variation)

Little Kutter: Torr grabs the opponent and turns them around while Ferra jumps down in front of them and proceeds to stab them in the abdomen with her claws before Torr tosses them in the air and Ferra follows up with an uppercut. (MKX - Vicious Variation)

Boss Toss: Torr tosses Ferra at their opponent and she stabs their chest several times before kicking off of them and back onto Torr's back. (MKX - Vicious Variation)

Torr Charge: Torr charges into his opponent. (MKX - Lackey Variation)

Back Breaker: Torr grabs his opponent and bear hugs them. (MKX - Lackey Variation)

Boulder Roll: Torr curls into a ball and rolls into his opponent's legs, knocking them over. (MKX - Lackey Variation)

Torr Up: Torr uppercuts his opponent into the air. (MKX - Lackey Variation)

X-Ray Move - Bone Crusher: Torr bounces the opponent with a hammerfist and then slams their head into the ground, crushing their skull. He then raises them in front of him and uppercuts them in the stomach, shattering their ribs and launching them upwards. Torr then ducks as Ferra runs up his back and hurls herself at the opponent, stabbing her claws into their eyes. (MKX)

The enhanced version is called Tuck 'n' Trample and does more damage.

The enhanced version is called Grab 'n' Stab and has Ferra stab them several more times. The enhanced version also allows Torr to throw the opponent in the other direction.

The enhanced version is called Gut Ripper and does more damage.

The enhanced version is called Charge 'n' Smash and does more damage.

The enhanced version is called Colossal Crush, and Torr slams the opponent into the ground before tossing them across the arena.

The enhanced version is called Double Boulder Roll and adds a second roll.

The enhanced version is called Torr Smash and adds an overhead smash that bounces the opponent.

Other Moves

Throw (Ruthless/Vicious Variation): Torr grabs his opponent and then ducks, allowing Ferra to tackle into them with her claws, knocking them over as she backflips off them and back onto Torr. (MKX)

Throw (Lackey Variation): Torr hammers the opponent into the ground with his massive fist, taunting them with a roar. Torr will also use this throw if Ferra is not on his back. (MKX)

Fatalities

Better Than One: Torr lifts the opponent by their arms. Ferra stands on his shoulder and impales the opponent's forehead with her claws. She then flips over him/her, and slides down their body, slowly and painfully cutting them in half, and Torr tosses their bisected body on the ground. (MKX)

Play Time: Torr hurls Ferra into the opponent's stomach, leaving a gaping hole. Ferra sticks out her arms sideways, and Torr blunders forward to grab her and violently pulls her out, cutting the victim horizontally in half. The victim's torso falls backwards off the legs, which fall on top of it. (MKX)

Other Finishers

Brutality #1 - Trample: Torr barrels into the opponent, smashing them to pieces. (MKX)

Brutality #2 - Play Thing: Torr tosses his opponent skyward. The screaming victim falls headfirst into the ground, crushing their head. (MKX)

Brutality #3 - Stabby Stab: Torr grabs the opponent while Ferra repeatedly stabs them in the neck. The final stab pulls the opponent's head off while Torr tosses their corpse aside. (MKX - Ruthless Variation)

Brutality #4 - Twisted: Torr holds his opponent while Ferra jumps down and guts them. Torr then tosses the opponent upwards, and Ferra leaps up and bisects them. (MKX - Vicious Variation)

Brutality #5 - Steam Roller: Torr hits the opponent with a Double Boulder Roll, comically flattening them. (MKX - Lackey Variation)

Brutality #6 - Step On Down: Torr stomps on his opponent, tripping them up. He then repeats the process, crushing their head like a melon beneath his giant foot. (MKX - Lackey Variation)

Quotes

Mortal Kombat X

"Ha-vi-ta-ma! O-tay-ga! Let's play, Torr!"

"You here make trouble, skinny? Trouble make you!"

"They quiet. Sneaky."

"Squeeze, squeeze, Torr!"

"Stop and smash Torr!"'

"Trickery! Deceit!"

"We see you."

Trivia

In reference to Ferra and Torr, Ermac's will occasionally say "We are many, you are but two." in-game. This is a variation of Ermac's iconic quote from Mortal Kombat, as well as Mortal Kombat X.

Ferra and Torr are the second pair of characters to take up one roster slot. The first being Noob and Smoke.

Ferra and Torr are one of only three characters to have different throws depending on the variation. The other two are Johnny Cage and Jason Voorhees.

In addition, when fighting Ferra/Torr, Erron Black may say "You two deserve each other."