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nezuswritingdesk · 2 months ago

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meow! (All the LIs with GN! Reader)

Synopsis: Oh no! They’ve turned into kittens! Now what?

Tags: fluff fluffy fluffy cats!, possibly ooc lis, based on the kitty event

Wc: 1.1k

A/n: this was like the first ever ask/request I've ever gotten (im sorry it took so long shu @sylusonychinus aka my dearly beloved husband) I hope you like it!)

Xavier- meow * naps *

Hes a small white kitten with the most expressive eyes and the fluffiest tail, a literal cloud. Hes a British short-hair with either cream or fawn fur.

And what's the first thing this little kitty does?

Naps.

He just naps all the time.

Or eat, that's his second favorite thing to do. Has tried to eat food he can't have

Dont be fooled by his cute face! He is a proficient hunter of mice and bugs.

Has presented you with dead animals and bugs with a calm expression.

Stole clothes

Chirps at the window, chrips at birds, at baked goods, at a random lizard, at his own reflection— Everything.

Will follow you everywhere, marking you with his scent.

Xavier kitty was a good kitty. He kept to himself, napped near the window for most of the day, occasionally changing position to stretch and retreat once more.

Today was different.

Xavier kitty was awake. His bright eyes looked out of the window, his small mouth chattering at a particular brown bird by the window.

“Meow!” He meowed, and glanced back at you with those big eyes that made you bring him home.

“No.” You said firmly, shaking your head. “I'm not letting you out.”

“Meowwww!!” He whined and pawed at the window. You sighed even more, picking him up. He began to look out the window, chirping loudly at the innocent bird outside.

“Maybe next time, Xavier.” You whispered. “You can get the bird later, you did a good job with that mouse a while ago.”

Xavier purred and nuzzled his chest against your neck. He glanced at the window once more, and napped once more in your arms.

Zayne - meow meow

Maine Coon. Hes a maine coon with the most expressive and bright forest green eyes known to mankind, Fluffy coat

A very perceptive cat, would softly bump his head against yours if he senses that you're not doing well

Also naps. As a busy doctor now turned feline, he can now catch up on much needed nap time

Hes an introverted and indoor cat, always hiding away (maybe in his study room)

As much as he is a cute and well behaved cat, he feels miserable because he can't have sweets (cats aren't allowed to have sweets)

Would chirp at Clopidogrel, but the poor squirrel got terrified. Zayne has never forgiven himself.

Has a calming presence towards everyone and everything he approaches. Except the carrots. He still hates them.

Wants cuddles, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. Give him cuddles please.

Has big big Boba eyes

Very hygienic and well-groomed.

Zayne kitty pressed his head gently against yours. You looked at the cat, his bright green eyes seemed to go forever with his calm and peaceful reaction. You tilted your head, wondering what's wrong.

“Meow.” Zayne said, nudging your hand. He left you , jumping down from the counter top and walking his way to the fridge. He raised a paw and patted it.

“Meow.” He repeated.

You opened the refrigerator, seemingly understanding his request. The fridge was primarily empty, say for the few water bottles and half-eaten food.

“I should get new groceries.” You concluded. Zayne meowed again. “You're right,” You knelt down and placed a hand on his soft fur. “I'll get new groceries it is.”

Rafayel - screeches and cries (he hates being a cat)

Kitty Rafayel…he hates it.

He hates being a cat.

He has been whining non-stop about his current state

A very very vocal kitten. He's a very loud siamese.

Has pretty fur and bright eyes too.

Is trying to draw with his paws and making art

Likes to hunt fish and annoy Tomas

As much as he is annoying and dramatic, he warms up to you and can be seen with you

Swims in the water

Praying to the gods that the paint he uses wouldn't poison him.

Kitty Rafayel had the worst day in his 800 years. He had turned into a kitty. He cried? Yowled? At his current state.

He glanced at his blank canvas, looking at it with disbelief and confusion. Now what?

He continued to cry, dipping his paws beneath the paints. The bright and striking colors fill the white floors. He played with the canvas, the colors splashing as he made progress — or whatever you'd call progress from a cat.

“Rafayel?” You called out, peering into the art studio. The small feline stopped and looked up at you. He immediately abandoned what he was doing, dragging paint behind him as he reached you. He nuzzled against your legs, purring loudly.

You smiled, lowering yourself down to pat his head. You sat beside him, glancing at the small pawprints that lined the bottom of the white canvas.

“That looks lovely.” You smiled. Rafayel meowed properly and nuzzled close. Though he was his least favorite creature, your compliments make his feline state tolerable enough.

Sylus - smug rich cat ma-ow

What a smug cat. Doesn't meow , he ma-ows.

has chased Mephisto around countless times

Has terrorized the twins in his feline form (though they do find the boss adorable, If he doesn't hiss at them, which is all the time)

Hes a caracal. He has sharp ears, and piercing eyes, it was like Onychinus had a lion in their midst

it doesn't matter that he was a cat, just like kitty Xavier, he is still as fierce and scary like in his human form

Do not be fooled! He's still a loverboy ? Lover cat? He's just as soft and affectionate with you.

Loves his laser. So much.

His favorite laser glows a bright and striking red that he would pounce on. His little exercise even.

Likes to sing?? Can cats even sing? Maybe he chirps a lot at Mephisto

PURRS SO LOUDLY like a little engine

Kitty sylus was curled up in your chest, purring loudly. You were asleep, trying not to mind the heavy weight of the cat. He continued to purr, wrapped up in a loaf position. He'd stretched occasionally, his claws pressed down against your chest as he made biscuits. “Meow…” Sylus meowed in a deep tone, you hummed incoherently and patted his head. Sylus purred along, leaning his face against the touch of your warm hand. You continued to pat and cuddle with him absentmindedly until he slipped out of your chest and walked away, probably to terrorize Mephisto and the twins once more.

Caleb - in distress because he wanted to be dog instead

He wanted to be a dog. But he here was, turned into a very well-loved housecat , no exact breed but well-loved

Very floofy but not fat. His fur makes him look fat.

Hes not!! He's a very active cat

Loves to run around and play

Please take him out on walks whenever he can

Steals your clothes too, sits on your warm laundry to place his scent all over (like kitty Xavier)

Loves to follow you in the kitchen

Will not eat if you will not eat!

Loves to keep you company

Loves being toll (standing on his hind legs)

Kitty Caleb always kept you company from the moment you wake up to the moment you fell asleep, the sight of his wide eyes and tail wagging in the winds kept his presence known.

And every afternoon, Kitty Caleb loved going on walks. He would meow at the door like a dog, looking back at you with expecting eyes, pleading to go outside.

You sighed and got up from the couch, grabbing his leash and collar. You called him over, placed on his leash and collar, grabbed your keys, and headed out with him, leading the way.

#love and deepspace #nezusdesk #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #lads #zayne love and deepspace #lnds zayne #nezuswriting #caleb #lads caleb #xavier lads #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel lads #love and deepspace rafayel

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tickettride · 11 months ago

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A good dad

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pairing is johnny davis x wife!reader

in which your daughters want to keep the stray puppy they've found outside, and you have to convince Johnny that it's a good idea. it is, right?

word count: 2,2k

warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, allusions to sex, Johnny's such a grumpy dad, sixties relationship clichés?

A/N: : while I’ve convinced myself numerous times that writing one-shots isn't for me, Benny and Johnny have stuck in my mind and never left. why shouldn’t I fantasize about them and share these moments with you?

English isn’t my first language, but I’m having fun and that’s the most important <3

“Oh, your dad’s gonna be pissed,” you sighed, eyeing the girls as they watched you back with cute pouts.

Maybe cute, but not enough to make you fold. That puppy right there, at your feet, wouldn’t be part of the family for long. You remembered broaching the subject once, trying to convince Johnny that having a dog could only be good for the girls. Running low on arguments, his response to you was just a look with a serious ‘What the fuck would we do with that?’. You had never talked about the idea again.

“We told you he was near the trash cans,” Lynn, your eldest, nearly burst into tears at the thought of letting go of the dog. “All by himself.”

The dog nudged your bare legs, tail wagging. You took a step back, knowing it would be harder to leave him at the vet if you only stroked him once. You were too damn kind for these kinds of things, and the girls knew it damn well.

The brown fur went to nuzzle against Joan next, who scratched him with more intensity than necessary. Her smile was huge, and her little giggle of happiness nearly melted you on the spot.

You shut your eyes for a second. Focus.

“Look at his ears!” Joan squealed, comparing her small hand to his head.

“Careful, baby,” you warned her, willing yourself to have some sort of authority back. “Don’t scare him off.”

“I want to keep him!”

“And who would be feeding him when you’re at school?”

Your question raised a moment of silence you had expected. It made you sigh loudly again, leaning your back against the kitchen table.

“That's what I thought. You exhaust me, you two,” you said in a breath, watching the girls hustling back to the living room on a mission to find the little beast a name.

You were fucked. All of you.

Rolling your shoulders back, you spun around and ignored the noises above your head. You were fairly certain a family of mice had taken up residence in the walls, but it didn’t matter. You had greater issues as of now, starting with the dog jumping around the girls.

While their laughter filled the house, you finished pouring boiling water into your cup and dunked a teabag inside, watching the clear water turn a bloody red. What could you even tell Johnny? Maybe you could lie and tell him the girls’ new school project was to take care of a puppy for a few days. Make them more responsible. After all, your neighbor's son had taken care of a guinea pig once.

No, you scoffed at yourself. Your husband was more clever than that. He would see right through you and ask for the truth that you would deliver because you were like that. You hated lying to him, just as much as you hated him lying to you.

Ten minutes later, your eyes were focused on the tea between your hands. You almost jumped out of the armchair when you heard the jingle of keys being thrown into the drawer in the hallway.

The front door closed with a thud and the girls looked up at you, waiting for any instruction.

And here you were, sacrificing yourself again for those two little monsters. Setting your cup down on the coffee table, you tried to appear as serious as possible and pointed a finger at them.

“Don’t move, okay? Don’t move and keep the dog with you both.”

“‘Kay Mommy,” Lynn grinned up at you, stroking the dog’s head resting on her lap.

You gave them a brief nod and cursed at yourself when you stepped across the dolls lying on the carpet, those poor things looking as crazy as you. So you quickly smoothed down your hair and waltzed to the kitchen, where Johnny was removing his leather jacket and boots. Seemed like he had finally heard after all those times you had yelled at him to stop getting the floor dirty with soil and grease.

“Darlin’?”

Johnny snapped his neck to face you with that charismatic smile he was always giving you, hanging his jacket on the coat rack. He was always making your heart flip too.

You crossed the room in no time, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sometimes you just greeted each other with a quick peck, and that was okay too. But you had missed him more than usual today, huddling up to shed warmth.

“Hi,” you whispered, hoping you looked as innocent as you sounded.

His forehead knocked against yours, and you could feel the love rolling off him in waves when he pressed a quick kiss on your mouth. And another. His face went to the crook of your neck, pressing into the sensitive skin as he pulled you as close to his body as possible. So he had missed you too, maybe more.

“We just had dinner,” you muttered, breathing in the scent of smoke clinging to his skin. “Didn’t know when you’d be back.”

“It’s okay,” Johnny’s lips grazed your cheek. “I’m not hungry tonight.”

“You’ll change your mind when you get a taste,” you grinned, pecking his lips and forgetting for a second about the dog taking shelter in your living room. “C’mere.”

Johnny’s steps were heavy behind you, trailing to the kitchen counter. His body nearly collided with your back when you faced him again, lifting a wooden spoonful of tomato sauce to his mouth and thumbing his bottom lip gently.

“How’s that?” you asked, biting down on your lip.

“You know it’s fuckin’ delicious, as usual,” Johnny hummed, giving a smile that made you smile too. "Love it."

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” his hand slithered back down your pants, steering around your backside and fondling you.

A small chuckle escaped your lips, happy to be still feeding your man after six years of marriage. It was almost unimaginable how after all these years of being with him, you still wanted nothing more than to be close like a lovesick teenager.

“Where are the girls?” Johnny asked before he could do anything to you, licking his lips as he stole a glance toward the living room.

That’s when the dog decided to bark. A low, high-pitched bark that made you want to kick him out yourself.

“Shit.”

Johnny stared back at you, no trace of that amused grin anymore. “What’s that?”

But he was already making a beeline for the other room, and you beat him to it to block his way.

“Listen to me first,” you ordered, pointing that finger again at his face and swallowing when he looked down at you that way, the same look he gave in bed sometimes. “Alright? Listen. Joan found a puppy in the garden earlier, and I’ve told the girls we can't keep it.”

“And?”

“And they–well, they were waitin’ for you to come home,” you chickened out, making him huff. “C'mon, what was I supposed to do, hmm?”

Johnny scowled, staring impassively at you and skirting past your figure to have a look at the intruder.

Mumbling another inaudible curse, you dared to look at the scene too. The dog was now curled on Joan’s lap, sleeping softly. They all looked so damn cute. Meant to be, you could say, if your husband didn’t look so unpleased.

“You’re kiddin’ me,” Johnny’s eyes widened at the sight and darted back to yours.

“We asked everyone around if they knew him and they said no,” Lynn explained enthusiastically. “That means we can keep him. He must have lost his parents.”

“They did ask,” you muttered, though only Johnny heard you.

“He's gonna be sad if we abandon him,” Joan was now the one gazing at you both dramatically, giving those sad eyes that usually made her father change his mind.

Johnny stared at the moonlight slanting through the blinds. Ten seconds felt like forever. And eventually, he retreated to the kitchen.

“Take him back where you found him.”

The girls' protests were in vain. Both were already calling for you, sniffling tearfully while the dog snored like a little king on his throne. They begged you to do something, and you knew you had to try. You hated fighting with Johnny, but you hated your daughters’ heartbreak even more.

“Honey,” you started smoothly when you found him by the front door, wide shoulders and thick arms, a cigarette dangling between his lips.

At least he had opened the door to let the smoke out.

“Hmm?”

“We need to talk about this.”

“We don’t,” Johnny sounded casual, as though the matter was already settled.

Angry, it was now your turn to scowl. You were already getting upset at his close-mindedness. Your dad had been like that–talking to your mom like she couldn’t have an opinion. Johnny knew you despised that attitude, and you certainly wouldn’t be the one to let a man get in your way. Even less when it came to the kids.

You stepped closer to him, speaking lowly so the girls wouldn’t eavesdrop. “So you’re the only grown-up making a decision here? Is that it? You’re being selfish and… and clearly blind. You know how happy it makes them.”

Johnny’s eyes met yours, a breath of smoke separating you for a second.

“You want the dog too?” his tone was dry. “Keep it then.”

“Hey, you’re acting like a jackass right now,” you snapped, so close to his face you could feel his breathing over your nose. “It’s a decision we both have to make. I’ve never seen the girls looking so excited by the same thing, Johnny. Taking care of that dog would give them a memorable childhood. Like mine.”

He let out a dry laugh, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Playing with my feelings now, aren’t you?”

“I don’t care,” you almost whined, so tired that the discussion wasn’t going anywhere yet. “Do you fear dogs? Is that why you don’t want it?”

“What?” Johnny scoffed. “No. The tiny shit isn’t goin’ to scare me anytime soon.”

“Tiny shit,” Joan sing-sung lowly, making her way toward you both.

Beside her, Lynn was covering her mouth to suppress her giggles. The sisters exhanged a glance, more hopeful than you really were.

“Bad word, Joan,” you warned, glancing down at the dog she was struggling to cradle in her arms.

Deciding any of this wasn’t worth a fight, you let out a sigh and wordlessly turned your back on Johnny, kneeling before your daughters.

“You’ll have to leave him at the doorstep, baby,” you said quietly, brushing a strand of her hair out of her forehead. “We’ll find him a new family tomorrow, okay?”

“Why?” Lynn asked, a sob catching in her throat.

Joan was already tearing up, holding on to the oblivious dog like it would kill her to let go. You had no doubts she would be sad for an entire week, if not more. She was too kind, too.

“We’ll talk about that in the morning,” you nodded at them, waiting for a nod back. When they did, it was truly the saddest thing you had ever seen. It nearly made you cry, too.

That night, it was Johnny’s turn to tuck them in. You heard his voice from across the hallway, telling his girls he loved them. Small voices said I love you back.

You walked from the bathroom to the bed silently, Johnny hot on your heels.

“How long you gonna be mad for?” his raspy voice broke through your inner thoughts, bringing you back to the present.

You slipped beneath the white comforter, a foot bumping into his.

“I don’t know,” you shuffled, turning your back to him and burying your head in the pillow. “How long are you gonna be an ass for?”

You had been expecting a response, but nothing came. Just a slight touch over your stomach to test the waters, slipping under your top when you didn’t tell him to stop.

“He’s downstairs,” Johnny muttered, clearly fighting to keep his eyes open.

“What?”

“The dog,” Johnny moved your hair so he could kiss your neck lazily. “He’s downstairs.”

Out of instinct, you tilted your head, allowing him to devour the side of your throat. It was hard to stay mad at him. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on his warm fingers.

“How long for?”

“A week to start with,” Johnny replied, though you knew the dog was part of the family now. A week would turn into two, and then he would just forget about it. “Longer if he’s not a pain in the ass.”

You tried hard not to smile out of victory, reminding yourself how hard he had been to deal with. And how he was a pain in the ass.

Johnny's hand slipped over your hip when you rolled over to face him, a hand beneath your pillow.

He swallowed, not quite smiling but not frowning either. You knew he was feeling guilty, always wondering if he was doing the right thing. If he was a good man. A good dad. Yet, you couldn't think of any man who would sacrifice himself like he did. Johnny never hesitated to work overtime and make sure you had all you needed, just like he had promised you all those years ago.

Your lips neared his, a bit bashful, just wanting him to know he could be forgiven easily. It was he who made the final leap by pressing his mouth to yours. His large hand filled the dip of the small of your back, remnants of the cigarette he'd smoked on his lips. A shiver trembled down your spine as your hand stroked his cheek gently.

"Don't sideline me," you pulled away, keeping him close to you. "Please. I know what's good and what's wrong for them."

"I know, darlin'," Johnny muttered back. "I wasn't implyin' that you didn't."

You nodded, keeping your eyes on him. “I’m sorry I got upset. I've had a long day."

Johnny’s lips turned into a smile. “And I’m sorry your man’s a jackass.”

You chuckled, eyes boring into his. “Yeah. Yeah, he is. But he’s a good dad.”

He nodded at your words, kissing your temple and holding you as though he would burn down the city for you. Another kiss was pressed on your forehead and all you had to do was drift asleep peacefully, hoping that dog wouldn't betray you.

#johnny davis #the bikeriders fanfiction #benny cross #johnny davis x reader #the bikeriders #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction

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dereks-unrelenting-heart · 3 months ago

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SFTH Chaotic Highlights (OMG Is This A Joke)

Alright, I'm finally starting to make these for the longforms! These are gonna be quite a bit longer than the other two I've made, since these videos are (typically) longer and I have a lot of thoughts about them lol (edit while writing, less than halfway through the video - yeah, I have way more to say than I thought I would)

Before I even get into the video itself, I just love the bold move of having their first Youtube longform be one about nazis, let's people know the kind of humor they'll be getting from these guys lmao

Also shout out to the not insignificant number of people who fully didn't recognize AJ with hair

Luke's executive decision to grab a prop gun and just stand there like 🧍🏼

"If he was only a foot and a half taller, he would be a perfect nazi!" Still one of my favorite Luke short jokes, because if I was him I genuinely wouldn't know how to take that observation-

Not sure why Sam chose the puffy purple jacket for his villain character, but at least we get to call him Ze Blackberry now

I'd like to imagine as Sam was introducing himself, he looked over to Luke like 'oh shit right, he's still just fucking standing there, I should probably include him somehow' and to Sam that ofc meant flirting with him

Which btw is the strangest flirting attempt I've ever seen- "Beautiful little pocket-sized Aryan" and "Sexy little ferret" ?? Guys I've never flirted with anyone but I don't think he's doing it right

"Guten Abend" Luke/Hans isn't good at this flirting thing either, but at least they're both having fun

Two French brothers casually parachuting over Berlin during World War II, nothing weird about that

"Ja- yes- er, oui! I'm trilingual, I'm sorry" Idk if it's the language confusion or the fact he apologized to the nazi, but this was a great line

"The plan is working perfectly, we're making them uncomfortable. Keep it up!" Luke, who has done very little in that regard except respond to Sam: "Okay!!" *just keeps standing there*

"Hard day being a nazi?" Considering you're currently giving him a backrub and are probably about to fuck him, I'd say he's having a pretty good day

Before Luke's BAFTA winning portrayals of grief in The Evil Make-A-Wish Kid and The Grape Depression, we had AJ's sobbing in OMGITAJ

So glad this play was set mainly in France so AJ could show off his French knowledge in the best ways (skipping across the stage and singing)

Sam characteristically entering briefly as an unspecified beast that for simplicity I'm going to call a ram

Genuinely one of my favorite and most underappreciated moments in the video is Katherine assigning Luke's character a feminine name, which he clearly didn't expect, and he just takes a moment to reevaluate life, while staring at the comedically placed banana in his hand. 10/10 fantastic bit

"My husband has been captured" "You know this for sure?" "Well he didn't come home and he's a French spy so" Fair logic that was 100% correct

"I already have a husband" "Well Xavier will have to wait until he's officially dead then" rip Jean-Luc man, at least Sarah seems to genuinely love him and be loyal though, good for them

Tag yourself, I'm AJ fangirling heavy over Xavier as he walks onstage

"I could have mimed it but I did not" has and forever will live in my brain rent free, bro had no reason to do that but took the fucking opportunity

Also Sarah's friend (did she ever get a name?) is simping for Xavier more than Sarah herself, they could've just fucked instead

"I don't know the French word for mice" "C'est une souris, une souris, une souris" French lessons with AJ

I've already made a whole post about my love for pre-reveal Xavier, but jesus, can you blame me? This character is the actual reason I started being attracted to Tom in the first place, why is he so SMOOTH-

Also the fact Luke didn't even flinch when Tom tilted his chair back and just nonchalantly crossed his legs- This whole scene is perfect istg

"I'm just going to take a few pictures-" That's so real of you girl

"I am a man" Gonna start saying this in front of the mirror as affirmations in the morning, same tone and everything

Tom launching himself across the stage before he even has the chance to rebutton his shirt lol

"Look out! It's the nazi-looking guy!" Saying this about the actual nazi is so funny

Not me being genuinely kinda sad about François getting killed

Katherine getting into Sam's carriage with a pumpkin (For some reason??) and Sam pausing not once, but twice, and eventually deciding to proceed as normal and not question it

Jean-Luc: *crying because trauma* Katherine: "Aw.. If you're thirsty you could drink it!" Katherine might've earned her place as my favorite 5th SFTH member they've had

Big Hans showing up with an entirely different vibe from the last time we saw him- Maybe because he's not busy being gay with Ze Blackberry

But really, why is this nazi boy so excited about the french language while he's taking over their country

"Les coqs :D" Sir what is this energy you're putting out, it's confusing me

I like that instead of just saying something like "It's a French horse, why do I care if I kicked it" he's just like "German horses wouldn't give a shit, your horses are just weak"

"Very hairy chickens you have here" A joke they couldn't have made now-

I'd just like to point out that Big Hans didn't get shot from what I could tell, so he could technically still be alive. Idk what to do with that information, I just wanted it out there

Tom pulling his classic sexy-character move: Foot dramatically placed on chair

The cleaner just being like "what a fucking mess, god I hate my job" as if Xavier and Sarah aren't currently having a whole plot-altering revelation in the same room

Oh yeah, and this is also the moment I was very relieved Sarah was a better person than me (/hj) and didn't sleep with Xavier

Also, mostly unrelated, but Katherine's voice specifically as the cleaner reminds me of DHMIS every single time and idk why

"Are you quite finished??" "... Honestly, no"

"But who would do that? Who would do- It was me" He tried to be mysterious but Xavier really wanted credit for what he did

Sam the Ram returns! Very cool that their first video had classics of all kinds: Sam being a chaotic animal, AJ getting to be French, Tom being a sexy German, and Luke being an equally-attractive-but-not-quite-as-played-up woman

"I was tortured by two men gettig with each other next to me" "They're always doing that, the nazis" If SFTH can make nazis gay af, they truly can do anything

Why does Ram-Sam look so offended on behalf of the French after Luke's "It's in my nature" line lmaoo

"Where did you get my dildo!?" Amazing line from Luke, but really what was that thing??

And ofc Xavier dies as he lived.. Shirtless. Sexy evil bastard-

#sfth chaotic highlights #aka: i rewatch the video and say every little thing that comes to my mind #hopefully y'all like that content #sfth #shoot from the hip #sfth luke #sfth tom #sfth sam #sfth aj #oh my god is this a joke

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bright-side20 · 2 months ago

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The Roman Empire I Could Never Tire Of 🦇🌹

He Makes Her Feel Seen and Gives Her the Confidence to Speak Her Mind

Elain cast pleading eyes on Rhys, then Azriel, such mortal fear coating her features, her scent. “We are raised this way. We hear stories of your kind crossing the wall to hurt us [...] “I can imagine,” Azriel said. Cassian flashed him a glare. But Azriel’s attention was on my sister, apolite, bland smile on his face. Her shoulders loosened a bit [...] Elain sat a little higher as she said to Cassian, “And as for Feyre’s hunting during those years, it was not Nesta’s neglect alone that is to blame. We were scared, and had received no training, and everything had been taken, and we failed her. Both of us.”

He Answers Her Curiosity with Poetry

Elain said to Azriel, perhaps the only two civilized ones here, “Can you truly fly?” He set down his fork, blinking. I might have even called him self-conscious. He said, “Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.”

He makes her feel safe

Elain, noticing Azriel’s ease as proof that things weren’t indeed about to go badly, offered one of her own as well.

He helped her through her trauma

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door. Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face. Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?”

He’d die for her without hesitation

“I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

He trusts her with his most precious dagger

Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that blade— Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

He returns the light to her eyes

“I’d feel bad for the mice,” Azriel muttered. Mor and Cassian howled, earning a blush from Azriel and a grateful smile from Elain—and no shortage of scowling from Amren. But something in me eased at that laughter, at the light that returned to Elain’s eyes.

He's Already Her Husband

Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.” One moment, his hand was spearing toward the serving spoon. The next, it was stopped, Azriel’s scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Wait,” Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice [...]

Azriel didn’t let go. “Wait until everyone is seated before eating.”[...] Elain swept in, apron gone and hair rebraided. “Please don’t wait on my account,” she said, taking the seat at the head of the table [...] But Cassian waited until Elain had filled her plate before he took another scoop of anything. As did the others.

He Listens to Her

Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight.

He Doesn't Play When It Comes to Her Safety

“Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said. “Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with soft menace. Nesta met his stare, knowing he was the only one aside from Feyre who could truly understand her hesitation. He’d gone with Feyre into the heart of Hybern’s camp to save Elain—he knew the risk. “We won’t make the same mistake twice.”

She believed him.

He's Obsessed with Her

Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.

She hadn’t bought her mate a present. But she’d gotten Azriel one last year — a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he’d done every night he’d slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.

Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it.

He's Consumed by His Desire to Please Her

He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue —

He's So Desperate to Have Her He Questions the Deity Fae Agreed Hold Their Fates

“What if the Cauldron was wrong?”

He'd Risk Politics for Her

“Lucien, as Beron’s son, has the right to demand it of you.” “I’ll defeat him with little effort.” Pure arrogance laced every word, but it was true.

Conclusion: Azriel loves Elain.

When Feyre said

“Why not make them mates?” I mused“Why Lucien?” [...] What if”—I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—“that is what she needs?"

She was just noticing what we all did, she was seeing Azriel’s actions toward Elain. He doesn’t push her, doesn’t try to change her, but he’s always there for her when she needs him. He created that safe, trusting space which allowed her to open up to him emotionally and fall in love with him. Bonus: he wants to worship her in every sense.

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strawberrysnoopy · 9 months ago

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ACT ONE: The Photoshoot, Part Four of Four.

warnings: tobacco, smoking, alcohol use, briefest mention of using alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of infidelity (as always), ada slander at times (sorry), texting for a while, leon's a bit of a perv, sex, pussy, balls, dick, yeah you get the gist.

(a/n): sike bitch you thought.

FINAL PART OF ACT ONE: THE PHOTOSHOOT.

Your husband was on the dining room floor, groaning in pain, with blood spattered across the kitchen tile from spitting the drips of blood that fell down his throat from his nose. Leon had fucked him up, hard and good. His nose was broken, he had a black eye, his lip was busted open like a button on a shirt, and he had some beginnings of a cauliflower ear. Jesus, Leon gets the damn job done. That must be why he's deployed all the time. "We should..." Leon pauses, wiping some blood from his own unbroken nose with a sniffle. "...take him to the emergency room. I fucked him up pretty good." You nod in agreement, placing your hands on your hips as if you're looking at some new problem that you found in your garden. Like some field mice have been getting into the blackberry bush again. Whatever. You've seen him in worse cases. I mean, there is that time where he tried to kick someone's ass for not playing pool the right way off of three obscenely large tall boy beers. You should've left him then, but now he's on your kitchen floor with his ass beat and his hot ass friend looking down on him. "We should. I think that'll be a good idea. Are you okay? Any impairments?" He shakes his head, loosely gesturing to the black eye that had begun forming, his eyelid peppered in tiny red spots and a smear of a maroon red near the tear duct. The kicker? He wore it so strongly too, like it hadn't bothered him at all, and let's be honest, it hadn't.

You near the front door of your house, pulling the noisy keys out of your pocket to unlock the door. Leon was behind you, hands awkwardly stuffed in the pockets of his denim jeans and tapping his feet. He looked out of place to be awkward. Black-eye clad with dried blood in the nooks and crannies of his skin. "Never realized how pretty your house was, sweetheart." There was a sudden flush in your cheeks at the nickname, not used to people calling you such names of endearment besides the photographers or shoot directors in a weak attempt to get you to pose correctly. You thank him quietly, unlocking the door and pushing through. You waltz over to the kitchen in a spent fashion, noticing little droplets of blood on your kitchen tile. You know you should be mad. A satisfied wife would be furious that someone had laid hands on her husband. You? You were giddy. Like someone had finally understood what a cunt your husband could be and did something besides laugh it off. You expected Leon to tell him to fuck off or make some snarky remark in defense of you, but telling you that he'd fuck you? God damn, it made your head spin. Yes, you've been replaying this thought in your head for the past few hours and the little flashes in your mind of Leon defiling your loyalty had your panties all twisted up. And he beat up your husband over some little thing like he had been waiting for his opportunity his entire life.

Capital H Hot.

You go through the rounds of patching him up, making silent conversation to ease that burning in the pit of your stomach. The conversation had been chock full of apologies from Leon, saying how he was sorry on saying he'd fuck you. "I'm sorry." He begins, and you raise your hand up to stop him from saying anything more.

Sorry? Why on god's green earth would Leon be sorry in saying he'd fuck you if your husband wasn't doing the job correctly? If anything, the statement had set your skin ablaze with salacity and your mind buzzing with impure thoughts of him fucking you against their marital beds. "Don't apologize." You spoke, eyes accidentally shown to be half-lidded, hiding it behind the "fact" you're looking down at the splat of blood on his cheek. "If that's what you truly mean, say it. It's not a crime to find someone attractive, the only thing wrong is if you act on it." His mouth is left open for a few beats before making the two parts of his jaw meet again. He couldn't tell if it was an admission that you had been feeling the same turmoil he'd been feeling. Those sleepless nights. Staring at the ceiling next to your spouse while they sleep, desiring what they cannot have in another bed. Your patience was pinching, the thirst through your thighs turning into a ticking time bomb, and to rephrase the previous points, your cunt was in unbearable need to get fucked. "Then I guess I want to fuck you." There was no dancing around it. No I'm attracted to you in a friendly "that's the way it is" type of way. Straight to the point. I want to take off my goddamn clothes and fuck you. I want to be intimate with you in the most perverse ways possible. You should slap him. You shouldn't have tended to his wounds. You shouldn't have let him into the comfort of your home.

But you did. Because you want the same thing as Leon. Sex. Not the cheap sex your spouses have been trying to give you for your entire relationship. Sex.

Your hand strays from his face, sucking in a breath when you wipe up the rest of the dried blood. He hopped off the counter, his finger subtly swiping against you hip to stave off that insatiable beast in him that wants to fuck you.

"Come to my room." You whisper, your chin barely brushing over your shoulder, clad in the bland cardigan you wore to keep yourself warm from the chilling night thus far. And you sound like you're inviting him for sex. And he doesn't want to fucking reject you.

"Is this okay?" You hold up an old college t-shirt to him, bringing the fabric closer to his still clothed chest. The shirt was one of your husband's from long ago. You had honestly thought about tossing out the shirt in a yard sale but never had the time or will to do so. "Should be." He pulls off his shirt in a languid motion, slipping the ratty tee over his head instead. Your eyes catch Leon's trail of hair, well groomed and cut down not too long ago judging based off of the short stubbly hairs on his abdomen. "Rude to stare, silly girl." You mumble out a quiet "sorry" to him while leaving the bedroom, presumably changing into your own pajamas. But before you can get two feet out the door, he's tugging on your wrist. "Stop." His voice is quiet, lustful with that slight demand. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, wondering where he's suddenly getting the gall to tug on your wrist like this when he was just begging for forgiveness so much earlier. Your confusion unwrites itself on your face when he takes off your husband's shirt. He's shirtless again, the long scars and fading bruises and cuts from missions he's taken a few weeks prior visible on his skin. Your eyes don't fail you when they settle on the happy trail you were drooling over moments ago. "Why are you looking at me like that, hm?" He asks, moving closer by a smidge, you wouldn't have noticed if your senses weren't already heightened by the arousal you've been feeling since he first came over for dinner. Damn him, keeping you wound up like a clockwork toy and expecting you to prance over like some whore. "You're married. I'm married." He's getting closer, lips tracing towards your cheekbone and getting closer to your ear. "Honey, has anyone ever told you how wrong that is?" You swallow down so goddamn hard, your esophagus might as well have been torn to shreds. "Leon—" He interrupts you, pulling away from your cheek and letting his eyes flit over your body, tutting his tongue as if he's disappointed you're not naked already. "I'm not finished, sweetheart." "Do you know how torturous it is? Looking at you while you're married and you don't even have a fucking clue as to how bad I want to fuck you against every surface of the home you share with your husband? Even though I cannot have you? You're such a fucking tease, making me want you like some goddamn degenerated pervert." His lips tease the skin near your jaw, breathing in your essence like he was stealing it for himself. "And Ada. Oh, she's no fucking help. Treating me like I'm some whipped dog for her. Even when she's never there. She doesn't know I dream of you every time she's away."

You can't even speak. This was such a far cry from the Leon you knew. This was the same man who always had snarky comments and sarcastic one-liners that made you laugh, who respected you, who talked to you like you had known each other since birth. Then again, yearning is an insane drug and Leon's a loyal addict. "Say something before I go insane, sweetheart." He whispered, nudging your head to the side, allowing access to your pulse, rapidly beating under sweaty skin. You don't say anything. Your hands just weave themselves into his hair, tugging and pulling him closer when he's brough into a passionate kiss. Your hands are about to reach for his belt when his phone buzzes. The first time, it's ignored in the heat of the moment. Maybe just some old friend asking to meet up later this weekend. You're in the middle of pulling the belt off, his hands greedily grabbing at your tits and ass when the phone buzzes again. "Need you." He whispered, biting your cheek like some wild animal. The buzzing of texts eventually turn into a consistent vibration of a phone call. Pulling out his phone, Leon realizes it's something he can't just ignore for some pussy. "We need to stop." You murmur back to him, trying to wean yourself off of kissing him. Stop, stop, stop. Even though you don't want to and the only thing you'd enjoy is having him bust your head in against the headboard while telling you how much he loves your pussy.

But he pulls away, stopping the kneading on your ass and your tits, much to his displeasure. For a minute, you're left panting and with the ever lingering feeling of his strong calloused hands all over your skin. You stare down at the emboldened caller ID. Ada. You rewet your eyes by blinking, eyes going dry by staring wide-eyed at his phone. Is he gonna answer that? You hope not. You want him to finish what he started and especially after all of those admissions of lust to you as well, there's no going back. He sighed, picking up the phone while you walked out of your own bedroom. You feel sick. You're supposed to love your husband but your pussy is fucking throbbing at the way another man's hands explore your body. His best friend, no less. He's supposed to be the strong and outspoken man yet he's on a leash for his wife who treats him like shit. And for the first time, you finally mutter a fuck you to Leon you mean with your full chest.

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readychilledwine · 1 year ago

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Predator Prey

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you are into scratching, biting, grunting, and growling, you may have a Primal Play kink.

Primal play, also known as Predator/prey, is a dynamic between a sub and dom that typically involves the dom hunting down the sub before intercourse. A lot of people mix this with pet/animal play, but they are different. Pet/animal play involves at least one party dehumanizing themselves and taking the role of an animal. Primal play does not involve that.

Primal play finds its roots before we began civilized, and before sex began being seen as a sin as pushed by religion and church. Primal play is a way to revert back to that animalistic instinct of survival by letting us play with our basic needs, aka: breeding, food, and self-protection.

Predator prey is known for being a rougher form of play as well, the sex is a little more demanding, its rough, and it typically can cause the dom to leave a little more satisfied than the sub, especially when following traditional instinct and roles (sorry ladies.) It is an important for this play type to really focus on prediscussed consent and safe word communication.

Primal play also typically involves a struggle between the parties for dominance, something this fic does skip over because while I see Eris enjoying the hunt, I can't see him enjoying his mate struggling below him, even if it is consensual, due to his family history. I apologize. I skipped that aspect, but you all may have noticed the absolute Crackship I have another predator prey set up for. That couples going to go down swinging no matter how I write that dynamic.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - chasing, rough smut no traditional foreplay, p in v, slight hints of dirty talk, biting.

You shouldn't have been in the woods this late. You knew it was dangerous and that the trees themselves were awake and alerting any waiting predators that an unarmed female was walking alone through them.

After hours of dealing with your father in law, you had just wanted a few moments alone and made the choice to walk to the cabin you shared with Eris instead of winnowing.

That had been a mistake. Despite being in a seasonal court, day and night still shifted with the rest of the world, and golden rays of light gave in to star patterned darkness much too fast for comfort. You huddled your hood tighter, ignoring the bite of the autumn chill, and kept walking.

“Well, well, well,” the snap of a branch made you jump, heart beating faster as you froze. “What do we have here? A pretty mouse all by herself?”

You spun quickly, eyes wide as your husband approached with 3 hounds flanking him and growling. “Eris-” he shot you a look, silencing you.

“What you're going to do, little mouse, is run. You are going to turn and run and hope I don't catch you.” He took a step toward you, one you mirrored by stepping back. “Because if I catch you, I fuck you, and that would be mercy compared to what lurks in these woods just begging to get their teeth into you.”

He took another step, a bigger one causing you to stare straight at his chest until you looked up. He kissed you gently, the only gentle thing you knew you would get tonight before sliding one of his hounds training toys into the pocket of your cloak. “Run.”

You knew from the moment you accepted the bond, Eris was a bit of a sadist. But you also knew the first time that curtain dropped and your husband chained you to a wall, spanking you until your legs gave out, that you were a masochist. His mistake was calling you a mouse, though. You knew Eris had no understanding of how intelligent mice were. Mice were natural students, learning and adapting to their environment and tricks.

And you? You had learned.

You ran finding a large tree to abandon the cloak on before winnowing about 15 feet away, taking the training toy with you. You watched as Orion, Astrid, and Nova sat at the tree, looking up at Eris, then back to the cloak. Orion whined loudly, nudging the fabric as Eris growled.

Those hounds would never hurt you. Those hounds were chasing you for fun. And you had spoiled it. You cracked a branch on purpose, smiling and laughing as Nova perked back up, then began running towards where you had taken off from.

“Cheap tricks won't help you, mouse!” The dark laughter in his voice has your core tightening. You ran faster, heading near the direction of the cabin enough that he wouldn't think anything of it.

You were actually aiming for the lake nearby, though. Wanting him to fuck you under the full moon and all of her stars. Wanting to feel him pressing you into the dirt.

Eris caught your right as you reached it, a soft laugh as he did, and he took you rolling into the dirt and grass. Settling on top of you, Eris smirked. “This isn't home, mouse.”

You tossed the toy, listening as the hound Cheerfully began playing. Submission was setting in, creeping through your bones like an old ache. “No, sir.”

His warm hand came, holding your throat. “If you wanted to be fucked like an animal, y/n, you just had to ask.” You moaned at the words, at him seeing through you. He got up, forcing you on to your stomach, and began ripping the dress you were wearing. He placed a hand back on your neck, holding you down and leaning into you, whispering in your ear. “Do animals get prepared, mouse? Remind me.”

“No, sir,” it came out as more of a whimper than a sentence, a moan leaving your throat soon after. Eris wad grinding himself against you, cock straining heavily in his pants.

Eris was inside of you mere moments later, heavy cock stretching you open with a delicious burn. He was growling above you, rutting into you over and over while you wiggled and whimpered below him.

Nights like this, nights where sex was a mesh of teeth, of bruises, of thrusts so deep you could feel every inch of him lighting you on fire, normally meant Eris had a long day, a day where he felt no control, no joy. A day where he felt belittled.

Sex like this wasn't about you, and if you came, it was a reward. Sex like this was about Eris. You knew when he calmed down after this, when he would eventually carry you to the cabin, he'd take his time making love to you there until you were no more than a soaked mess below him, body pliant and spent from countless orgasms.

You whimpered as the thrusts grew harder, pushing you into the grass as your nails dug into the soft earth. Eris's growls were becoming louder, an occasional groan thrown in as he took you wildly with no regard for your body.

You were dripping for him, panting his name between wails of pleasure and soft cries of need. You loved sex like this, loved when he held you down, when he allowed you to make him work for it. To make him hunt you down.

You felt the first twitch of his cock, clenching around him in response and smiled into the ground. “All mine,” he grunted above you. “You are all mine, do you hear me?” His mouth came to your neck, licking and sucking your pulse point.

“Gonna fuck you until you don't even know your own name.” It was a promise, a zap engraving itself on your skin as he held your hand. He chuckled darkly again, your mind melting into those soft kisses contrasting against each sharp movement inside of you.

His breathing was becoming as labored as your own, his groans becoming more and more frenzied and desperate. “Cum inside me, Eris. Mark me as yours,” his grip on your hip became impossibly tight.

One more thrust had your walls tightening around him.

Another had you screaming his name as teeth sunk into your pulse point, bruising and marking that tender flesh.

The last had you babbling, moaning, and whining as you were violently thrown from the edge, squeezing and clenching around him over, over, and over again until he was spilling into you, filling you as he groaned and lapped away the blood he drew.

You both calmed, you still wiggling below him as a few last sloppy rolls of his hips worked to drive you into over stimulation.

Eris peppered soft kisses along your jawline, up to your temple, into your hair. “You okay?”

“Again.” He smiled into you, leaning to kiss you deeply.

“When we get home, after you eat and bathe, I will make all your sick dreams come true, mouse. I promise."

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mint-8 · 1 year ago

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Undertale - Platonic Yandere Toriel

Toriel has had a rough life. It started sweet, at least. Married the love of her life and becoming the ruler of the Underground alongside Asgore, and had her first born, Asriel. Only for a couple years later to have met her second child, the fallen human, Chara. Life in the Underground was good, working alongside her husband to keep monsterkind happy and hopeful. It was tough work, but seeing the smiles of her people made it all worthy for her. And yet, it was all taken away from her claws when Chara fell sick. Asriel, devastated by such an event, absorbed Chara’s soul and left the underground. Only to end up dead from his injuries from the human village, Chara’s village.

Toriel, overtaken by grief, left Asgore the moment he installed the new law for the Underground. For all humans to be killed and their souls to be used as the keys necessary to break the magical barrier and free monsterkind.

Toriel lived a calm yet solitary life in the Ruins. Even though she had the company of fellow monsters who stayed behind with her, plus the fun jokes for the unknown voice from outside the Ruins, she was still consumed by the loneliness and isolation. Eventually you run out of conversation topics with those around you, reading the same books over and over again becomes tiring and even the funny banter between her anonymous friend has become stale.

And yet, one day, a new human fell down Mt. Ebott. And another, and another, and another. Every child that fell was protected and taking care of by her, with all the love and warmth she once gave to Asriel, Chara and her subjects. But despite all her efforts, all of them left. They left the ruins, her home. They left her. Until a new human fell down.

- Yandere Toriel whose original intention was to protect you and teach you the ways of the Underground, just like any other human child that has fallen before. Yet, you seemed a bit different.

- You, who was so patient and sweet to Toriel. You would always listen to everything she said and would share her interests in reading, cooking, snails and jokes! Accompanying her in these activities and eating her special pie recipe!

- You, who brought a new light to the fellow monsters in the Ruins, running around and playing games with the Froggits, having conversations with the rocks, comforting and making the Whimsums smile, bantering with the Looxs, having picnics with the Vegetoids, hanging out with the Migosp (and giving their personal space when they needed), waiting for the Mice to exit their home, listening to music and spending time with Napstablook, conversing with the Dummy (although they stay silent) and with the spiders from the Bake Sale (plus buying some sweets from them, as well)!

- Yandere Toriel who realizes that she can’t let you go. You are the reason why the ruins are so lively! She, alongside the other monsters, haven’t felt this happy in so long! Thus, one night, when you are resting in your bedroom, Toriel and the other residents of the Ruins have a chat and reach a conclusion. All the other monsters agree with her, she must destroy the entrance so you’ll stay forever.

- Yandere Toriel who convinces you to stay the entire day outside of Home and hang out with the other monsters! All of them have tons of things to do today, won’t you play with them? Ruins’s monsters who insist on you staying outside Home, and not to worry about whatever Toriel is occupied with!

- Sweet, adorable you that doesn’t realize what’s happening until a huge explosion is heard deeper within the Ruins, near Home! Silly human child who runs towards Home to make sure Toriel is safe and sound, and that no other monsters got hurt in the process! Little you who finds Toriel deep in the basement, with the once pristine door that lead to the outside, completely destroyed with rocks covering the entrance.

- Yandere Toriel who finally looks at you after giving you her back. She is smiling, a grin so wide it makes you shiver. She gets close to you, and even though you have the instinct to back away, you let her hug you tightly. After a few moments of silence, she finally whispers “Now we will be together forever, my child. Mommy and the others will look after you, no need to be afraid”

- Yandere Toriel who will host a party at Home where everyone is invited, to commemorate such a happy occasion! Their human will stay with them forever, they’ll bring them happiness for years to come!

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deusluxuria · 16 days ago

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favorite jjba women, parts 1-7 (and a lil bit of 8), but with hella criticisms lol

erina: she's erina. i worried about the way she was written for a while (and then the male characters are like "oooo she's such a pure soul, the perfect woman cuz she doesn't complain oooo"), but when she's older in part 2, it's clear she's not a fukn pushover

lisa lisa: certified badass, knows what she's worth

holly: again, i mostly don't like how she's written, similar problems as erina. but when she talks back to joseph i'm like "damn she was in there all along"

enya: i feel like people sleep on what a stone cold badass she was, just because she was an old woman. stand was fucking cool and menacing as hell. i was disappointed by the OVA version of her. i don't mind the "enya as a young woman" thing but they literally just did that to turn her into eye candy. closeups of her tits on screen probably take up more time than those of her face.

mariah: writing problems again. i would've loved to see what they would've done differently with her character in the OVA, though they didn't seem great with how they depicted women either. she had so much potential tbh

tomoko: "oh? you'll go anywhere i want? then you can go straight to hell"

yukako: "it's the light's fault for turning red!!" TELL 'EM

shinobu: i thought she was so interesting and headstrong at first but then it had to turn into a cutesy love interest thing. you're better without either of those loser husbands, ma'am, dump his ass

reimi: her design is adorable, and also very refreshing compared to usual "vengeful ghost" characters. she kind of gives this image that just because someone needs justice in order to rest doesn't make them evil or venomous or whatever. tfw your ideology is rooted in compassion

trish: could've been reduced to nothing but a "damsel in distress" but she was demanding, wouldn't settle for not knowing what was going on, refused to just sit there as told when she knew she could take action. as for my problems... sigh... if i get into it, i'm just gonna end up punching a wall tbh

jolyne: LET'S GOOOOOO

guess: i mean she sucks as a person but this ain't about that lol

hermes: cool design, wish she'd been more fleshed out as a character though (but my memory sucketh, i need to rewatch)

miraschon, woman who takes your liver: i mean she takes your liver

hot pants: could snap a man in half (if she didn't already, i forgor)

kei/kyo nijimura: one day i'll get her damn name right. her stand is fucking cool but i have complaints (i mean i have complaints about all of these characters, except maybe jolyne, but it's 95F degrees out, i'm a Chronic Misogyny Experiencer, and i feel like most of my issues are honestly a given dhsjfjdjfj). if she's supposed to be jotaro as a different gender, or even just inspired by jotaro, then commit. where's the biting sass, the bitter sarcasm, the turning lions into mice with just mere words, the obvious tenderness swelling underneath. those are some huge things that made part 3 jotaro so beloved as a character, and it feels like such a waste. i mean if i could draw i'd honestly just redo every single scene she's in myself.

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alfafilly · 4 months ago

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Dyo concept art! It's so wild to me I only made him barely over a month ago, it feels like it's been ages! What went through my silly lil brain while making him is under the cut! It's long and rambly, though lol

History first: Darkrai have been in my top fav pokemon for uhhh I guess since The Rise of Darkrai, really?? I have a particularly fond memory of watching the movie broken up into a dozen 480p quality 9-minute parts on YouTube back in 2007. I watched it with my friend in either AIM or Yahoo Messenger! All I remember is us crushing over Darkrai being a lil deviantART emo boy looool I have joked on and off over the decade+ since that Darkrai was my "husband".

I've collected Darkrai TCG cards and have only a couple pieces of misc merch, so I've mostly only been a casual long-term fan. However, my partner got me that Astral Radiance Darkrai trainer box for Christmas and it made me fondly reminisce on the movie. Ended up watching it soon after and HELLO NEW HYPERFIXATION!

When designing Dyo my only prompts were "cunty Darkrai" and "This is my Husband". As I thought more into it, I specifically wanted him to have a couple features design-wise:

Leggies

A neck lol

Big hands for crushing me with

Scars (because my type is injured old men I guess)

He took on more animal qualities in his features as I doodled him. That wasn't really intentional, I'm just a one trick pony I suppose. I did not plan for him to have paws or a beak, for example. He was just born that way.

I wanted his body to be more humanoid, which is why he doesn't have the big carapace-chest-thing Darkrai have. I love that on Darkrai but I did not love that on Dyo specifically. Why? It's in the way for top tier cuddling! I don't wanna cuddle a carapace, okay?! I'm a carapace-cuddling HATER! There I said it!! To kinda make up for it, he just has a more stylized basic-bitch man chest and I made his neck collar have more pronounced spikes. I thought about making all the spikes big, but then his face would be covered in certain angles.

I've seen different versions of Darkrai with mouths and found it kinda funny we all give them goopy jack-o-latern styled shapes. Why do we DO that?? I ended up changing his bottom jaw to be like a graboid because I had an epiphany while at work and couldn't let the thought go. God, what a freak!

Misc:

His hand scars line up with the chest ones (as if he covered his face during impact) but it wasn't until I made the final ref that I realized I drew the scars incorrectly in all the concept art OOPS

I wanted him to have a mini-skirt initially, but I draw it different lengths now. Since Darkrai legs aren't real legs but some kinda appendages they stick out, I head-canon the skirt is made up of some weird matter he can shapeshift and the longer he makes his legs the shorter his skirt becomes LMAO

Nikki Minaj Booty?? I dunno. Don't look under there. That's private!

Darkrai hands are kinda funky in a lot of official art (especially in the TCG) so in addition to his thumbs being secret when idle, he also gestures his "thumb" as an index finger. They're just silly!

Originally his personality was a lil more moody which is why he looks like he has Resting Bitch Face.

He wasn't originally meant to be shiny. I honestly don't know why I made him shiny? I probably just thought the color scheme fit his personality more. Though I did end up making his eyes stay blue because I really liked the look of blue scars/fleshmeat and didn't like him having green eyes. It just looked weird to me? So I made the choice to just make his pupil green instead.

Last but not least... I named him Dyo after Dio Brando from Jojo because it just clicked and felt?? Right?? I didn't wanna name him that at first, though, because my partner and I breed mice and one of them is named Dio and it felt awkward having an OC named after a pet mouse loooool But I just couldn't stop thinking about how perfect it was! So I settled with keeping the name, but giving it a dumb spelling to match my Lugia OC Cady (pronounced Katie), to which he is Frenemies with.

Since designing him, several of his features keep getting more pronounced, namely his skirt, paws, and not-tail. What's he gonna look like by the end of this year?? Who knows!!!

I'm really, exceptionally happy with his character design. He's got really fun shape language and has been just super duper fun to draw!Honestly, he came out better than my plans for him! I feel like he still reads as a Darkrai but feels very "me".

Thanks for reading~

#Dyo #Darkrai #Darkrai oc #pokemon #pokemon oc #Filly's OCs #Filly's Art #concept art #doodle #doodles

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ruh--roh-raggy · 2 years ago

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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Part 3

Hello hello! Welcome to part 3 of Home Sweet Home! Today we get a very special flashback into Reader and William's past. This one is tooth rottingly sweet so I hope you're prepared hehe. As always thank all of you so much for reading, if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: Reader gets grabbed by the wrist by the guy who she was supposed to go on a date with, some swearing, other than that just the fluffiest of fluff

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word count: 2,673

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

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“I'm going to go grab some more things from the other room!” William exclaims over the pounding music. He had said he thought of a way to make unpacking more fun, but you never expected this. William had this old stereo system that since you had gotten together lived in a corner in his garage. You would always fuss over it, trying to get him to take it out. “The mice have probably chewed a bunch of the wires in it, it would be more of a hassle to fix than it’s worth.” He'd explain. “I'll probably just buy a new one if we ever decide we need it, bunny.” So, when he pushed a large blanket covered object into your room you were definitely a little confused. You shot him a curious look when he revealed that it was the sound system you had been begging him to pull out for ages. “She's good as new, ready for my pretty girl to listen to music whenever she wants!” He says proudly, patting the top. The system worked like a dream, even though it was a bit outdated. You flipped through records before finally deciding on what you wanted to listen to, your husband chuckling as the music blared and you began to dance around the room. The little distracting from your mundane activity helped you work a little faster, and before you knew it your bedroom was mostly finished. William re entered the room with the final few boxes that needed to be put away, setting them in the corner as he watched you twirled around the floor. He loved how his heart still raced whenever he looked at you, the steady thrumming in his chest bringing a smile to his face. He strides forward with the same shaky confidence he had when you first had gotten together. You paused as you noticed him approach, looking at him with those same bright eyes that always managed to make his breath catch in his throat. He gives you a slight bow, the soft static of the record trying to fill in the silence between songs. He holds out his hand to you, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you smile.

“Would you like to dance bunny?” The pure adoration that dripped from his voice threatened to make you tear up, and for just a moment a slightly younger version of you had flashed before his eyes. You had looked so pretty the first time he had asked you to dance with him, but he couldn't argue that the sight before him was even more beautiful. Your hair a complete mess from working all day, your baggy cleaning clothes seemed to hang perfectly off of your frame. He never stopped loving a single thing about you. But, your first dance together would always hold a special place in both your hearts.

“He’s taking me out dancing.” You squeal along with your co-worker, talking about the date you had planned later.

“Dancing, huh?” You jump slightly as a voice suddenly chimes in behind you. You noticed your coworker straighten up as her eyes landed on the man behind you. You turned to find Mr. Afton, a smirk on his lips, you could feel the anger swimming in his eyes. “Didn’t know guys your age still did that sort of thing.” As soon as it was there it was gone, his eyes softening as his smirk turned into his usual charming, lopsided smile. You felt your heartbeat quicken at the sight of it.

“Well, I told him I always wanted someone to take me dancing.” You admit bashfully, feeling a bit silly for admitting such a childish, romantic fantasy.

“A beautiful young woman like yourself deserves someone who takes them out.” He responds as his gaze flickers over your face. “Although, I wouldn’t get your hopes up, he might not be the right man for the job.” He adds with a slight tilt of his head, his eyes flash away from you before he clears his throat. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go, uh… elsewhere.” He nods politely before hurrying off. You exchange a look with your coworker.

“What in the Faz-Fuck was that all about?” You both break out into a fit of giggles at the “workplace appropriate” swear word before you just shrugged.

You stood outside of Freddy’s, you and your date agreeing to meet there because you didn’t want to give him your address. You watched car after car pass by but none of them ever turned into the lot. You checked your watch, it was about an hour after the time he was supposed to pick you up. You wrapped your jacket tighter around you, your teeth beginning to chatter as you waited in the night. You jumped as the door next to you suddenly pushed open. William stepped outside with his keys in hand, a tight black sweatshirt over his work shirt accentuated his broad shoulders. He glanced over at you, briefly turning back to the lock before his brow furrowed in confusion and his eyes snapped back to you. “You’re still here?” He straightens up, taking a few steps closer to you. Your eyes slowly trailed upwards in order to meet his as he walked forward. “I saw your car pull in an hour ago, is everything alright?”

“He was supposed to meet me here. I,uh, I think he might’ve stood me up.” Your throat grew tight as shame washed over your body. You couldn’t have felt more pathetic if you tried. A young eager girl with hearts in her eyes as she excitedly talked about her date all day just to get stood up.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Your skin buzzed where his hand rested on your shoulder. “If he stood you up he’s a Faz-Fucking idiot.” He manages to get a small laugh out of you, making him smile softly. Before you had a chance to respond, a beat up car that’s front bumper was held on by duct tape came screeching to a halt in front of the restaurant. Your date's head pops out of the window.

“Get in.” He commands before disappearing back inside the car. You noticed William bite at the inside of his cheek.

“Bit rude to not open the door for her, isn't it, chief?” William calls in an antagonizing tone. You could tell how he tensed up before his hand fell away from your shoulder that he intended to teach this guy a lesson. The driver's side door flew open as your date climbed out.

“You got a problem, old man?” William cocks an eyebrow at his insult.

“I may be old you little punk,” he spits, “but I know that’s absolutely no way to treat a woman.” His voice was dangerously calm, not a single waiver of emotion in his tone.

“Oh be fucking forreal,” he rolls his eyes, “you’re just pissed that you can’t flirt with someone half your age, pervert.” He barged forward, grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you in the direction of his car. Your eyes dart to William, the only thing that would make you feel safe in your moment of fear. You caught the sight of a snarl forming on his face.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” William growls, rushing up on him. He immediately dropped your wrist, stumbling backwards and falling straight onto his ass. William steps in front of you, half blocking your body with his towering form. “You were an hour late to pick her up, you’ve been acting like a jackass since you pulled up, and on top of that you’re grabbing her like she’s some piece of meat.” His voice boomed across the empty lot. His fists shook by his side, his shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths as he filled with rage. William points at the guy's car. “You better get the fuck off of this property, and if I ever see you around here again or see you anywhere near her, I will personally introduce that moronic face of yours to the fucking concrete. Do I make myself clear?” He scrambled for his car, peeling out of the lot before his door was even fully closed. The moment his car was out of sight his attention immediately shifted to you, ready to swoop in and save the day when you needed him most. “Are you okay? How’s your wrist?”

“William, I’m so sorry.” Your voice shook as you fought back the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“Oh, rabbit,” he coos at you, taking your hands in his, “you don’t have anything to apologize for. That guy was a jackass.” He places a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “He doesn’t deserve someone like you.” He brushes some stray hair from your cheek, his soft smile making your heart flutter. His thumb rubs languidly over your knuckles, “come inside for a bit, you’re frozen.” He opens up the door for you, motioning for you to head in before him. “Unlike that scumbag I plan on holding the door.” He winks at you, causing you to flush slightly. You reluctantly let your hand slip from his as you stepped inside, his calloused fingers warm against your much smaller, more delicate ones. He took your coat, hanging it up on the side of a booth you slid into. “I’m going to go make some coffee, even if you don’t drink it just hold it. Your hands are like ice.” You nod, watching as he disappears into the kitchen. You trace along the cracks in the old linoleum table, mentally berating yourself over how stupid you were. “Here you go, sweetheart.” You can’t help but smile when you’re met with the sight of his lopsided grin.

“Thank you.” You respond softly. He studies you, trying to gauge what you need from him at the moment. “I’m really embarrassed.” You admit with a dry chuckle. “Here I am getting myself all worked up for this date…” your voice cracks as the need to cry wells up in your throat. You try your best to clear it, not wanting to appear as weak as you felt in front of him. “It was stupid anyways.” You shrug, trying your best to force a smile despite the fact you felt a tear slowly rolling down your cheek.

“Honey, it’s not stupid for you to want someone to treat you the way you deserve.” He reaches out, cupping your cheek and wiping at the wet trail. He stood, holding out his hand to you, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. “If it’s alright with you I’d like to give you that dance you were looking forward to.” You reached out for him, your fingers shaking with anticipation. He guided you gently from the booth, a stark contrast from how roughly you were grabbed before. He motioned for you to wait a moment, heading next to the stage to kick a jukebox to life. Instead of the usual stage show songs you were used to he had flipped to something a bit slower, more romantic. He spins you around before his arm slides around your waist, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he gazes down at you.

“Is this a bad time to admit I’ve never really danced before?” You ask with a nervous giggle. William breathes out a laugh, shaking his head.

“I’ll go slow, just let my body lead yours.” You flush as you feel the heat radiating off of his strong chest as he pulls you in closer. It felt effortless as he moved you across the floor, your steps quickly being able to fall into time with his. Before you knew it he was waltzing you around the open space. He spun you around a few times before expertly pulling you back into his embrace. Your heart raced, you could feel it all the way in the tips of your fingers. His striking silver eyes remained locked on yours as he moved you in a way he knew that little douchebag never would have been able to pull off, it made him well up with a sense of pride. Before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life, and she was captivated by him and him alone. The smile that spread across your face as he dipped you low with the conclusion of the song was enough to have a shiver run up his spine. “For someone who’s never danced before you did amazing.” He winks.

“I think it’s because I had such a good partner.” You mumble shyly, heat rising in your cheeks as you feel his thumb run across your waist. His eyes flash down to your lips, swallowing thickly before letting his gaze slowly trace up to meet yours again. “William, I, um…” you trail off as anxiety creeps forward in your mind. He was just being nice to you, that’s all this was.

“What is it, rabbit?” His voice comes out low and gravelly, words dripping with need like honey off of his tongue.

“That was really nice.” Your eyes dropped to the floor as you tried to push the thought of how badly you wanted to feel his lips on yours. “This is definitely better than the night I would've been having with that asshole.”

“I know I keep saying this but he doesn't deserve someone like you.” He brushes some hair from your face before holding both of your hands in his. “He wouldn't notice how your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about or how adorable you look when you're flustered. He doesn’t know what your favorite color is or your favorite pizza toppings or your favorite movie.” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized that he was listing off things he had proven he knew about you in the past. “You are beautiful and so unbelievably kind and if I wasn’t such a damn coward I would’ve done this sooner.” His hand drops yours, moving to cup your face as he presses into you. A broken whimper escapes your lips as your hands fist into the soft material of his sweatshirt. The hand that still rested on your hip slid around your waist as he pressed you flush against him, lifting you up onto the tips of your toes to make it easier to kiss you. You gasped as he pulled back from you, both of you staring at one another wide eyed and breathless.

“Can I take you out on a date sometime?” The question fell from his mouth hurriedly, as if he was afraid if he didn’t ask it then he would never be able to say it.

“Yes.” Your answer was immediate, giving him a firm nod. Your face felt hot and damp, the remnant of the tears you hadn’t realized you let flow freely stained your cheeks. William breathes out a relieved and almost triumphant chuckle before he pulls you back into him, your mind getting lost in the taste of the bitter coffee and his own undeniable sweetness as it dances across your tongue.

William smiles at the sight before him, he would never get tired of the way his beautiful wife looked at him so lovingly. Your hand slipped into his, allowing him to spin you around the floor, your laughter blending melodically with the music. He pulls you into his arms, mimicking the steps he first taught you all those years ago. You had become a lot better over time, William loved to dance with you rather frequently. Your once clumsy movements now seemed as natural to you as walking. You laughed loudly as he dropped you into a low dip, your vision fully getting flipped upside down. You caught the sight of a red pick up truck pulling up your driveway. William pulls you upright. “Looks like we got some company.” He says with a wink.

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loveneversleepss · 1 year ago

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Royalty Part 2

Pairing: Prince Felix x female reader, switched POVs, set after 2 years.

Warnings: smut duh with a plot ofc, unprotected sex(wrap before you tap), nicknames, cursing, death? Mental health issues, heartbreak lol, violence ig.

A/n: heheh ik you’ve waited for this so enjoy! Ps Daniel deserves sm better😭

W.C: 7000 words

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“Felix?” My attention was brought back by Chan, he snapped his fingers which made me jump. “Are you okay?” Am I okay? I’ve been asking myself that for a long time.

I nodded my head and gave a reassurance smile, which was completely fake. He was talking to me about some duties I needed to attend to. I had to step up, as the widowed-crown prince, who was a better fit than a 7-year-old. I had to get over everything so fast, my bride who died on our wedding day, I was forced to forget about it. But I couldn’t, I simply could not. Because I would only love her and only her. “Are you even paying attention?” I dropped my hand against the desk which was holding up my head. “We need to find you another bride.” I became outraged, “what are you talking about?” He sighs and sits in front of me, “it’s been two years. We need a crown princess.” I stood up from my chair, “how could you ask something like this?”

“You are the most wanted husband in the land, you have ladies lining up for you.” This brings me back to before, when I was invited to the imperial palace for the first time, and saw her. “I don’t want another lady.” He groaned in annoyance which caused me to turn angrily, he spoke before thinking, “why can’t you just forget her?” I charged towards him, lifting my fist to him and gripping his shirt, but I caught myself. I let him go and sighed, “why do you think? She was murdered on our wedding day, I couldn’t save her. To this day I don’t know who murdered her.”

Her father refused to investigate her death, her assassin. He believed it wouldn’t let her soul rest, which he ordered no one to look into it or they would be killed. I looked at the jade ring on my finger, our wedding rings, I buried the other one with her. “I just want her back.” We were interrupted by a guard stepping inside, “his majesty would like a word alone.” I motioned for Chan to leave and the King stepped inside. “Your majesty,” I bowed and he bowed back, “Felix.” I sat down, but he insisted on not sitting with me. “It’s time we find you a bride.” I slumped defeated, unbelievable. The king had recently remarried after y/ns mother couldn’t handle the pain of her death. She killed herself. He chose to remarry only a month ago.

“It’s just hard, after everything.” He reached for my hand but I reluctantly moved. “I understand, but I did it. Which means you can too.” I held my breath as he was turning to leave, “just think about it.” Then he slithered away. I sat there for a while, thinking about everything that happened. I decided it was time I should go take a bath. I walked into my room and told my servants I wanted a bath. They left to prepare and would alert me when it was ready. Chan came running inside. “You won’t believe what I just heard.” I crossed my arms and stared, awaiting the information.

“I overheard a conversation the king had with his new bride.” He gets up and walks over to the station full of sweets and drinks. “She had a twin sister. She lived in the village, poor as mice. She was taken care of by undercover palace guards.” I frown my forehead and lean against the table in my room. It was y/ns, her room. I watched him pour a cup of tea for me, he set it down on the table in front of me, “I don’t drink tea.. Have you investigated this?” He sighs heavily, “there’s no record of her. Anywhere.” I stepped back, stunned, “how could there be no information on her?” He shrugged his shoulders, and sat down on the chair. “Maybe he didn’t want anyone to find out about her.” But why?

“I want you to investigate y/n’s past.” He raises an eyebrow, “I will be killed.” I shut my eyes and looked at him with annoyance, “not her death. Her birth. There must be a reason why her sister was sent away.” He nodded his head and bowed then disappeared. I was called away.

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“It’s crazy.” I sat in disbelief on my bed, our bed. Chan ran into the room with grief news. “But it’s true. She was born from a different mother and that’s where the sister is.” I shook my head and my hands wiped my face, Chan’s eyebrows carefully moved to his emotions “but then why would the queen kill herself after?” He smacked his lips, “she raised y/n as her own. She couldn’t have children, or so she thought until she gave birth to Daniel. But the king bedded another woman secretly to have an heir.” I laid back into my bed and looked at the ceiling. “He sent away her sister to the mother to keep the affair quiet,” I concluded. Chan patted my chest and laid down with me. It was silent for a few moments until I sat up suddenly. “We have to find her.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “There’s no way we could pull that off.” I licked my lips and chewed on the inside of my cheek. There is a way. “The king wants me to find a bride, I could say I’m searching for one.” But of course where would I even take her? I can’t take her here. It would have to be back at my home, my mansion. “Send word to my mother that I will be returning for a few days.” Chan exclaimed softly as his bright smile beamed and he patted my back, “we’re finally going home.”

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“Welcome back, Felix.” My mother held out her arms to me which I felt obligated to fall into. She rubbed my back softly and hummed, “it’s so good to see you.” I broke away and she cupped my cheeks, “how are you, lix?” I sighed and hung my head low, “I wish I could say better.” She paused and tried to lead me inside. “I have to do an errand before I enter, would you mind having the servants prepare my room?” It was an excuse not to talk about things, because I knew she would ask. She smiled and sent me off with a wave. I walked the streets alone, without Chan. I always loved walking down the market, watching couples and families enjoy themselves. I always wanted to do this with y/n.

I get a harsh shove into my right shoulder, a man apologizes without looking back. I rubbed my shoulder when I noticed a fabric dragging on the ground, from a woman covering her face. My fingertips brushed against it as it passed by me. It’s royal silk, a beautiful pink. How would a commoner have this? I watched the figure walk away silently, ducking her head down so as not to be noticed. I get curious and begin to follow behind her.

I easily got stopped and bumped into the crowd. I see her turn into a side street. Which I walked into at a distance. I’m standing in the middle, where she’s nowhere to be found. I turn to leave, and there she is. Standing in front of me with a dagger up to my face. “Y/n?” Her eyes squint and she looks me up and down, scanning me. “Who are you and why are you following me?”

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He doesn’t speak for a few moments. He’s speechless as his mouth is gaping a little open. “Well?” I stick the dagger closer to his neck. He clears his throat, “you look like someone I knew.” I scoffed and tilted my head, “y/n?” His eyes widen, I hear a shuffle behind me but I keep my eyes on him. He moves swiftly and fast, he grabs the dagger from his throat and swings it behind me. A man groans from behind me and he pulls me behind him. “We have to get out of here,” I cling onto his shoulder, “now.” I have no time to react as we start running in the opposite direction. He leads back into the crowd of the market.

He grabs my headpiece and wraps it around his shirt. “It’ll be better if we hide in plain sight.” I frown as I stare at him. “More like exposing myself,” my face is completely open and more of a target now. He unwraps his own waist piece and pulls it over my head, it’s soft but not silky. “The pink gives you away, royal silk is obvious.” I pause and stop in my tracks. “How’d you know it was royal silk?” He brings up my wrist as my jade bracelet dangles down my arm. “Just like this bracelet which is only for royals.” He drags me alongside him as the crowd starts to settle down. “I’ll walk you home, lead the way.”

“How do you know I have royal clothing?” He sighs as he pulls us out of the main streets. “I’m a royal too. Crown Prince Felix.” I remain blank. “Which is why I know the design of this.” He points to my jade bracelet, the engraving of it. “My wife, she had the same so I should be asking you. How do you have this?” I don’t say anything as I take a step back. “Hello, Yuna. Nice to meet my sister-in-law.”

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She sighs heavily and crosses her arms in disgust. “So you know who I am.” I analyze her clothing more closely. The beading on her dress was made with no flaws but now hanging off from the misuse. Her pinks and beiges collide perfectly with each other but blue strapped to her head make her look common. I lean against the wall on my shoulder, “it was obvious, you’re twins.” She rolls her eyes and looks away, I guide her chin to turn towards me gently. “You’re almost the same person,” I scan her face for any scars or moles that could depict that she’s different from y/n. But nothing. Her eyes engrave into mine, her lips the same shade of pink, eyes the same shape as hers. But she’s not her.

She snaps her chin out of my reach. “But we’re not,” she picks up her dress and begins to walk past me. I follow her as she leads the way. A man pops out in front of me and yells, “boo!” Chan pulls off his hood. Yuna jumps back a bit. “God, what’s wrong with you?” He laughs uproariously and I groan and shake my head in my hands. I hear her giggle a bit and he turns his attention to her. “Whoa, you found her?” Yuna raises an eyebrow and looks at me for confirmation, “you were looking for me?” I sigh heavily and nod, “wasn’t it obvious? I knew who you were.” She blanks her face out and walks away, while Chan and I exchange a look and follow.

A pair of children are playing in front of us and are throwing a ball. I see her body release from tension as she watches them as we approach. “I know my sister died,” it’s silent between us. She stops in her tracks and slowly spins to me. “But why does that have anything to do with me?” I bite the inside of my cheek, “it doesn’t. But I just wanted to know if it was true, that she had a twin sister.” She flexes her fists into a ball, “I heard you’re looking for a bride,” there’s anger in her voice. I walk past her with Chan by my side and she closely keeps up. After a couple moments, I mention, “I have no intention of marrying another woman, no one will ever replace her.”

I hear her footsteps stop in place. “Everyone's replaceable,” Chan and I turn, standing frozen, staring at her. Something about her eyes is so familiar, like I've looked into them before. Like they’re sad, on the verge of tears, like y/ns. It must be a twin thing. “I mean you shouldn’t live your life in the past, she wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.” The ball accidentally launches our way and the children run to us. They bump into her and I stop them. “Return the bracelet,” the children look at each other. She looks at me weirdly, “now.” The kids bow their heads and hand me the bracelet that they stole from Yuna. They immediately apologize and get on their knees. “It’s okay, stealing isn’t the answer.” I hand them a bag with coins from Chan, which they gladly accept.

They run off and I turn to Yuna, who is standing astonished. “You might want this back,” I walk to her silently, holding out her jade bracelet. She clings onto it tightly and pulls it onto her wrist. “You’ve helped me twice today,” my mind flashes back to y/n. Her voice in sync with my memory, “If you did have an intention of marrying, you would be a good husband.” The resemblance is too much. My eyes flash to her wrist, a mole in the exact spot. Her eyes drive into mine, she looks away, as if she realizes she said something she shouldn’t have. “It scares me how alike they are,” I whisper to Chan. She clears her throat harshly, “before I was interrupted… I was showing you to my place.” I nod my head as she sways past us, she takes a sharp turn which causes us to skip ahead.

“Don’t mind the mess,” she holds down a handle and the door creaks awfully open. She nods her head to enter, Chan begins to walk but she pushes him back by his chest. “Not you… him only.” Chan widens his eyes and scoffs at her, his head twists to me. I raise my head and shoo him away. “Just take a walk, get snacks or something.” He rolls his eyes and storms away. “I don’t really trust him,” she mumbled to herself as she walked inside. But it was clear to me. Why? What made her feel that way?

She led me to a room, one with a table on the floor and silk bedding. I presume it’s her room. The appearance of the outside is destroyed, but inside reveals a marvelous haven. There’s a shelf of books, books no ordinary girl would have. I reach out to grab one. “So my sister really did a number on you.” My hands freeze in motion and flutter to my side. “What do you mean by that?” She suddenly begins to cower, placing the pot on the table. “You’re the crown prince, by marriage right?” I sigh heavily and look at the seat in front of her. “I’m not really supposed to talk about it. It’s sort of illegal.”

I sit in front of her as she pours the liquid into a cup beside me. “What could I do? People don’t even know I exist.” She munches on the cookie next to her. “Technically I’m not the crown prince.” Her brows furrow as she sips on her drink, “you know of her death, correct?” She chokes on her drink. She pats her chest and gasps, she stutters, “yes I know she’s.. gone. But not how it happened.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, dreading to relive the moments and explain what happened.

“She died before I could marry her, the morning of to be exact. She was murdered and I wasn’t allowed to investigate.” Her eyes drop into sorrow, deep with understanding and remorse for me. “You came to look for me, was it because you wanted to know more about her?” I shook my head, “no. I just wanted to see if the rumors are true, some part of me wishes it was her. But you’re not your sister, and I won’t imply you are anymore.” It’s silent between us. She reaches for her drink and stares at me, “you’re not drinking your tea?” I had forgotten all about it. “No, I don’t drink tea anymore.” The painful reminder of y/n, how she tried to make the world go away by it. Yuna bites her bottom lip as if tempted to say a secret.

I decided to try to get more information about her. “Have you ever met her?” Her eyes dart up to mine, eyes wide and she licks her lips to bide time. To utter simple words, “no.” I narrowed my eyes, “You never wondered to meet her? Not a single drop of curiosity?” I simply don’t believe it when she shakes her head no. I sit back a bit and smile unconvincingly. I sigh heavily, “I wish I could be more to Daniel.” When I brought up his name, I saw a slight twinkle in her, a glimpse of pain. It was something no one would easily notice, but it’s my job to recognize things. “Your little brother in fact, he was so destroyed by everything. The queen mother died of a broken heart by the death of y/n. I couldn’t comfort him, I was grieving myself.” My eyes begin to water without me being able to control it.

Her hand reaches over the table and clings onto my arm. “I’m so sorry,” her thumb rubs against me softly. “I had no idea how much it affected everyone.” My hand rests on hers, “you didn’t know. It’s alright.” I blink back my tears and wipe my face. She suddenly gets up from in front of me and comes by my side. She crouches to my level. She grabs the cloth that I used to conceal her and brushes it across my tear streams. “I don’t want you to hurt, I want to take your pain away.” Her words hit me so deep, so close to my heart. I wish she were y/n, so I could hold her close and kiss her. To have her in my arms again and never let her go.

His eyes slowly travel and wander into mine. “You can’t, only she can.” He slowly takes the cloth from my hands and into his lap. “You said I was like her, let me help you.” I cup my hands around his face, “treat me like I was her. Pretend I am her and let me handle the pain.” He furrows his brows confused and shakes his head, “why? You’re doing this because you pity me?” I frown and try my best to explain, “no, because you saved me and I want to repay you.” I lean in and admire him, his sun-kissed freckles and hazel eyes. Looking so deep into mine. “Just let go,” I feel his breath against my lips and inch my way slowly. Our lips don’t connect as he puts them against my neck and he groans, he pulls me away by my arms and just stares. Completely shocked and completely entranced.

He doesn’t wait to connect his lips again. He sighs as if he’s finally letting himself relax. He’s groping at my clothes and leading me into his lap. So hungry for comfort and love. He claws at my buttons and tries his best to softly undo them. It’s taking too long and my body is beginning to feel on fire. I could care less if he’s imagining my sister instead of me, I just want him. I break away from him and undo them myself, I try to lead him back but he pulls away. “Should we be doing this?” He’s out a breath already and salvaging his strength. I stand up and drag the dress down my shoulders, achingly slow. “I want this.” He shakes his head and his hands pull my dress back up. “I can’t do this,” he looks faint and white. He can’t shake that he knows that he’s been the only one to touch me. So, he couldn’t leave me impure and unwed. Even if it’s a secret.

~~~

My head is spinning and I can’t look at her straight. Her face drops immediately and she turns away to readjust her dress. “I didn’t come here for this, I came to take you. And now that I’ve touched you, I have to take responsibility for you.” She seems to wipe her face, and breathes harshly. “Take me where?” I let silence overcome us until she realizes. And turns towards me angrily, “you want to take me to the palace? You’re out of your mind!” I try to reason with her and explain but she shushes me. Her hand rolls off her hair in disbelief, “explain to me why I should even bother to go. My own sister died in that place, she was murdered! And no one is allowed to investigate or even question what happened!” Her hands bang against the shelf, and she lays her head against it. “I will not go there just to be killed for existing. Just for my presence.”

I walk to her cautiously, my hand hovers over her skin. The skin I was touching so recklessly earlier. I lightly took her arm to face me, “you don’t have to go. But I want to make sure you’re taken care of, and since I’ve seen you in that way… I have to keep my duty and respect, and marry you.” She smiled lightly at the words. Her eyes stare at the contact, she shrugs her shoulders and looks up. “You have to ensure I won’t get hurt, that nothing will happen to me, if I say yes.” I nod my head and show her a sympathetic smile. “I want to take you to my home first.” Her eyebrow raises and her eyes crease, “to your home?”

~~~

We arrive with Chan leading us. Her head is concealed and so am I. We walk inside and Chan looks around to see if the halls are clear. He instructs us to go and I grab a hold of her hand, rushing her into my room. “Make sure no one comes inside,” I whisper to Chan and order him to stand outside of the door. I turn and watch her wander around my room. She lets her hood slip down, “this is where you live, hm? Didn’t take it that you were a pampered little lord before royalty.” I smile awkwardly as she walks around the room, her hips sway as her dress follows her movements. Y/n always was graceful, her motions would flutter my heart and she was truly beautiful. She had such a way with her movements, a performer.

I grabbed the box from the table beside my bed, containing the matching wedding ring to mine. She noticed me standing awkwardly and walked to me. I made no action or effort to explain as I slipped the ring on her fingers. “It’s beautiful,” she admired the crystals. Blue and white diamonds. It fit perfectly as it slid on like butter. Looking just as it was on y/n. I walked away to face a nightmare awaiting me.

“Felix?” I snapped to the balcony, where Daniel is standing with tears and distraught. He begins to sob and runs to Yuna. “You’re alive!” He jumps into her legs, screaming with joy but she pushes him away. Pushes him so harshly that he falls to the ground. He falls with a thump and looks up at her, “y/n?” The scene hurts my heartstrings, and I can’t move, can’t explain. He scans her from head to toe. “It’s me- Daniel. Don’t you remember?” Her head hangs low and she tries to help him up. He crawls away from her, shaking his head. My legs finally move and I get him up from the floor. “Why are you doing this?” His eyes begin to tear up again and his bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know you-“ her voice breaks as she backs away. Her hand clings to her chest as she breathes hard. “How could you say that? I’m your brother, your little brother!”

He stomps his foot down and reaches out his hand, holding a book. “You would read this to me, every night you would read to me.” Her bottom lip is trapped between her lips. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me-“ Tears begin to flow down his cheeks. But she stands just staring at him, nothing behind her eyes. He drops the book at her feet, “I wish you didn’t come back, I wish you stayed dead.” I stared at Daniel as he said those words, it seemed to shatter something inside Yuna. She falls backwards onto the bed and Daniel runs out of the room. Chan runs inside and I yell to run after him.

~~~

Yuna wouldn’t speak to me after that. She didn’t eat for the rest of the day and Chan drew her a bath to soothe her. But when he tried to encourage her, she sent him away. She just sat on my bed, staring into oblivion. “Yuna, I’m going to take you to the bath.” She didn’t look at me as I picked her up into my arms. I walked her to the bath and tried to tell her to get in. “Please,” I begged and she finally looked at me. I turned away as she undressed and went in. The bath was built into the floor and was filled with aromas and petals. I turned once she was inside and scrubbed her back. She wouldn’t move and I tried my best to help her.

I put her to bed but she dressed herself. I made sure she would. She turned away from me in the bed. “Yuna, tell me what’s wrong.” A tear slid down her cheek and she broke out into sobs. She cradled the blanket into her chest. I rubbed her shoulder which caused her sleeve to fall down. I noticed a burn on her lower neck which was not there before. Then I noticed she stopped moving. “Yuna?” I shook her but she didn’t move. I rolled her to face me and she wasn’t responding. I yelled out to Chan to get help. No, no. This can’t happen again. I carried her in my arms and ran out with no regard for who would see her. Servants followed behind me and I couldn’t shake off their faces, their fear. I ran to the doctor’s quarters and placed her on the bed.

I ordered him to help her and he immediately ran to work. “Poison,” he muttered and my skin wanted to scream. It burned and ached and my heart began to lose its beats. I forgot how to breathe and the walls began to close in. My vision began to get dark as I clutched her hand. “Felix,” the doctor tried to call my attention. I blocked him out of my mind and focused only on her. The marking on her neck worsened and then a shine hit my eye. I pulled her sleeve to reveal a needle sticking from the hem, dripping was her blood mixed with a green substance and I knew it was placed on purpose. Chan ran in behind me and yanked me out of the way. He led me out of the room and in the hall. “Where were you?!” I roared at Chan and he stood speechless. “Where were you when this happened?” He rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, that’s when I noticed it. A marking the same as Yuna’s.

My eyes narrowed at him and I faced the wall to hide my realization. “I don’t really trust him,” Yuna’s voice rings my head. It finally clicked for me, all of this. Y/n’s death, her assassination, the poisoned needle in Yuna’s clothes. Chan had just as much authority as me to enter and escape secretly. Just as much power to kill. But why? Why would he do this? I punched the wall and yelled. My father, it’s the only reason. He may be dead but his business will live on. He wanted to train me as an assassin. He wanted to gain control of me. What better way to do that by manipulating and controlling my closest advisor? Chan, what a traitor. You killed y/n. Didn’t you? And I won’t let you get away with it.

The doctor comes out and immediately brings me back to the situation. “We’re going to need an antidote immediately. She’ll die without it.” We don’t have the resources here to look for one or create one. I have to get her out of here. “Quickly get a carriage ready to the palace,” I ordered and everyone scrambled to hurry. I stayed by her side the whole way and she was struggling to breathe and clenched her hand against mine. I tried to calm her and tell her she’ll be okay. Her neck had begun to turn green and swell. I recognize this. Of course, it’s my father’s poison. I’ve never seen it but I’ve heard of its effects. As soon as we arrived, I recited the antidote to the royal doctor and he immediately injected the serum into her.

Her chest began to rise and fall normally. The swelling went down and the green disappeared. I sighed in relief and ordered everyone to leave the room. I sat alone next to her, holding her hand and crying. Her eyes opened with a flick and she mumbled a light, “Felix?” I gasped in delight and shushed her. I gripped her hand and kissed it. “You’re okay, thank god.” I whimpered with my head down. Shaking my head back and forth. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died.” My voice is breaking and sounding pathetic, but I could care less. “I wouldn’t leave you again.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Again? “I wouldn’t dare die on you again. I just got you back.” Got me back? “Sleep, get some rest.” That’s all I told her and tried to push away the mumbles.

She pulled me back in. “Don’t you see me, lix?” Her hand brushes on my cheek, pulls me and whispers, “it’s me, lixie.” My tears continue to flow down my cheeks while I stare at her. “You’re not in the right mind-” she cut me off. “I love you.” My heart drops and I shudder away from her touch. This is too much, all I can think of is y/n. “Stop.” I tremble onto my feet and she falls asleep. My head cannot handle this. I don’t know what to think and just leave. Is it true? Is all of it true?

~~~

I wake up with my head pounding and the room is dark. So very dark. My vision clears up and I realize I’m back in Felix’s room. I turn to see Felix in the corner. Huddled up in a ball on a seat. He notices I’m awake and sits up quickly. He clears his throat as I sit up too. “God, what happened?” He hands me a cup of water and I swallow it whole. “You were poisoned.” My mouth gapes open and my mind flashes to last night. “You were out for a couple days.” I begin to feel my blood rush to my head as I want to scream out. My palm rushes to my head to try to ease my headache. I’m trying to remember the lost time when he blurts out unbelievable words. “I won’t marry you.” My eyes dart towards his direction. “What are you talking about? You won’t marry me?”

He stands up angrily and crosses his arms. “I won’t marry you. I’m sending you back.” My eyes water and I try to blink them back. “But why? Is it because of the poisoning? Did I do something wrong?” He doesn’t face me now and his arms drop to his side. “No,” he says simply as if he doesn’t owe me an explanation. “Is it because of my sister?” He turns in fury to me. “You almost died!” My chest rises up and down heavily. I get up from the bed. “But I’m not! You can’t blame me and punish me for something that I had no control over!” His fists tightened, “and no one should blame me for not knowing who killed y/n!” I take a step back, “what?” I say in disbelief and almost breathless.

“I won’t let you die in vain, not like she did. I can’t let this happen.” I scoffed, “she didn’t die in vain. I know that because she wanted to be happy and she was. And you have to trust that the person who killed her will eventually be revealed.” His expression changes heavily, as if something had clicked in his mind. He takes small steps closer to me. “You claimed you didn’t know her, and as you said she wanted to be happy, as if you did meet her.” My expression goes blank. “I do know her killer will be revealed,” he sets his hands on my shoulders and leans into my ear, “because..” His words are a husky whisper in my ear. “You know who killed your sister. Because it was you at the beginning, y/n.”

~~~

I caught her, so perfect in a lie. She steps back while shaking her head, fear in her eyes. “You switched places with her.” Her hand clasped over her mouth, concealing a cry of realization. She is starting to hyperventilate, and she clings to her chest. “Please- let me explain.” I give her no chance, and approach her, “you let me think you died! Do you know the pain I went through?!” She sobs loudly now and closes her eyes. I shake my head and my hands clench into a fist. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Her words are broken and full of heartbreak. She tries to calm herself down and explain, but I turn away.

“I switched places with her because I wanted her to experience being a princess and to be truly loved at least once… I wasn’t expecting her to die that day.” I snapped my head, “She said she loved me, as she lay dying in my hands.” I was screaming internally. Why? Why would she play with me like that? “She chose not to break her cover… for me.” She got on her knees in front of me, “please believe me. I had to keep playing like her, I couldn’t live in that place anymore.” I begin to tremble as I drop down too, “you couldn’t be with me? Be happy with me?! I would’ve treasured you and cared for you!” She breaks down even more and reaches for me. I reject her touch, “if you would’ve given me the chance. I would’ve made you happy.”

“Please, Felix. I’m still me!” A stray tear falls down my cheek and I struggle to swallow. “Felix, look at me!” She latches onto me and forces my head to her. “It’s me! Your y/n, your wife!” She rubs my cheek as she tries to soothe me, but it doesn’t. My heart feels as if it’s breaking. “You broke my heart, broke everyone’s heart. Daniel is suffering as much as me. And you think I can just forget that?” I bite my lip and hesitantly pry off her hands from me. “I can’t,” I walked away from her and out the door. I stood outside the door, holding it close and listening to her cries and pleas. It’s for the best.

I knocked on the door the next morning with maids following behind me. Y/n… She was sitting on the bed waiting. “Pack up her stuff and get her ready to travel.” She gasps in disbelief and stands up. “Leave us!” She says with such intensity the maids jump back. I nod at them to leave and they do. “Asshole!” I furrow my brows in confusion. She throws a pillow at me. Then a blanket. Then her shoes. All while yelling incoherent insults. Then she pushes me onto the bed while slapping and kicking me. Getting all her anger out. “How dare you try to send me away! I’m your wife. I love you and I want to be with you! I will not let you reject me!” I start to laugh, a real laugh. She stops in her tracks with a pillow above her head. She begins to giggle and smile when she notices I find her amusing.

“You’re hilarious,” she frowns and crosses her arms. “I’m supposed to be intimidating.” I sigh and she backs down and sits next to me on the bed. “Are you really gonna send me away?” She blinks at me with such hope in her eyes. “Give me a reason why I shouldn't.” She raises her shoulders at me in disbelief, “did you not hear my whole speech right now?” I smile and sit up. “What do I get out of this?” She throws the pillow at my head and tackles me. “A loving wife who listens to you!” I laugh again and watch her. She rests herself in my lap and it makes me anxious. She notices and gets self conscious too. “Are you not okay with this?” I look to the side, avoiding her gaze. I know I can’t say no to her, and she knows it too.

“Look at me,” she pulls my chin to her. “It’s me, lixie. Just as before.” Her hair is messy from all her playfulness. Her clothing is a beautiful shade of pink and hanging off her shoulders, her beautiful skin. So soft and smells of roses. Her beauty is unmatched and looks even more in this setting. Just us together. “You want to know what you get out of this?” I make eye contact with her and already know what she’s going to do. She begins to untie her dress and lets it slip off. I close my eyes and shutter when I feel her clothing slip down my legs and onto the floor.

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He can’t avoid this. You won’t let him. You place his hands on your breasts and he gasps. “My god-” He whispers to himself and he can’t resist as his eyes open. He practically devours you with his gaze. “This is what married people do,” you begin to rock your hips against his covered length. He bites his bottom lip and whimpers. “The best part…” you begin to moan which causes him to get more comfortable. He lets out a sigh of relief, “making love.” He sits up and attaches his lips to your chest. Slowly traveling across your skin with wet kisses and getting to your breasts. You let out a moan of pleasure so loud, you feel almost embarrassed. Almost. But not enough to stop your hunger.

You yank his hair up so you can press your lips to him. He moans in your mouth and the feeling is incredible. Finally, After so long. You moan into his mouth and his hips push up into you, needing more. He grabs your hips and pushes you under. He begins to strip off his clothes with no regard. You take the opportunity to get more comfortable and drag yourself onto the pillows and under the sheets. “Come here,” he whispers and leaps next to you. You giggle and attach your lips again. He slowly thrusts inside you which causes you both to moan out loud. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles softly against your lips. “God, you feel so good.” He can’t help but snap up into you.

You moan breathlessly as he begins to take a rhythm. He stares into your eyes, so lustful and lovingly. He leans next to your ear, “my little princess huh?” His hand sneaks to your breast, pinches your nipple gently. “Thinking you could just get away with it?” He pinches it mercifully which causes you to whimper, “imma show you all that you missed.” His hand lets go off your nipple and gains a new target. His thumb circles your clit which causes you to let out a scream like moan. He starts to speed up his movements when you get more loud. You feel as if you could cry as your moans turn into whimpers. “Is my wife too fucked out, hm? Can’t take it?” Your body begins to twitch as you grip his arm. “Fuck, Lix. Just make me finish!” He laughs satisfactorily in your ear and licks it teasingly.

He covers your mouth as you get louder. “I love your noises but we don’t want anyone to interfere.” You roll your eyes as you feel the build up slowly being released. Your body snaps and it all let go, making you tremble and let out a final moan. He pulls out and watches the liquid fall out of you. He smirks at his masterpiece and pulls away but you grip his length. He winces and stares at you. You rub up and down his length, “I want you to finish inside me.” You place it at your entrance and he chokes down a smile. “Just can’t help yourself huh? Want my babies too?” He re enters and you whimper at the overstimulation. “I do, Lixie. I want your babies.”

He practically finishes at your words. It was so sudden, you laughed shocked. He moaned in your ear which made the butterflies in your tummy appear. “That easy huh?” You teased him and he laughed as he flopped on his side. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight. “I’m never gonna let you go again.” You smiled and drew hearts on his chest, “and I’m never gonna leave.” He clears his throat, “this might be a bad time but..” You look up at him. “I know who killed your sister.” I sit up confused. “Don’t worry, I took care of it already.” I blink at him blankly. “Why do you think Chan hasn’t been around?”

~~~

A/n: Thanks so much for the kind comments and waiting so long for this storyyy. But this isn’t the end. What if I told you they met again in another life? Well that story is for another day so.. Stay Tuned for “Mama’s boy!”

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Chapter 4

Yardwork and yearning.

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No rain and a day off. Those two things had not coincided for Celeste since she moved in a few months back. While most people would enjoy that thought, Celeste couldn’t help but glare out her kitchen window at the sunlight. Her yard needed tending to; the bushes were overgrown, the grass far too long, and the flowerbeds were just weeds. It would be the responsible thing to take care of all those items while the weather permitted it but she certainly did not want to. Yardwork had never been her thing, the most she ever did was an herb garden on the small patio of their flat. When they came to visit the cottage, her husband’s parents had always taken care of it, or he did. She had never been asked and had never volunteered.

But now, the cottage was her place and her sole responsibility.

“Ugh damn it,” she muttered as she checked her phone to see if there was a chance of rain, anything for an excuse to avoid the work. If it was going to rain in a few hours, there was no point in digging out all the gardening tools just to put them back again. But as she scrolled, she found there wasn’t a chance of rain all day; it was supposed to be a wonderful spring day.

Resigning herself to doing chores, Celeste finished her coffee and headed upstairs to get changed. If she had been smart, she would have looked into hiring someone to do the yard work for her, but it was too late in the season. The few landscaping companies around would be fully booked out, and she couldn’t afford to call the bigger companies. There was also the option to call her father-in-law, former father-in-law, to help her, and he would do it without question. But she wasn’t ready to face that. To face his quiet pain and for him to realize she perhaps wasn’t coping as well as she had let on the last time they all spoke.

“Oh, are you going to help?” Celeste asked Samson as he trotted out the backdoor after her. “Of course not,” she muttered as he broke off and made a beeline for an old stone wall to lay out in the sun.

The door on the garage squealed terribly as she grabbed the handle in the middle and heaved it up. She hadn’t been inside the garage since she moved in. The smell of gasoline, oil, must, and stale air hit her in the face as she lifted the door above her head and held her hand there to make sure it stayed. As the sun hit the space inside, Celeste watched the dust dance for a second before looking around for what she would need.

The garage was a mess. There were boxes lined up all along the back walls with handwritten notes on them labeling what was inside of them. Holiday décor, old pictures, books, a few with old labels crossed out and new ones added, and plenty of blank boxes. A worn-out billiards table was crammed up against the side wall, the felt bald in places and chewed up by mice in others. The dart board on the wall above it still had a lone dart barely hanging onto it, and Celeste glanced at the chalkboard for the score. Her husband had won the last round ever played on it, however many years ago that was now.

“Shears,” she told herself to break her mind out of the thought spiral. The one that wondered how many things she had done for the last time without realizing it. How many things did her husband think he would get to do again, not knowing it was the final time? “Shears and trowel,” she reiterated to herself as she stepped deeper into the garage, turning her back to the dartboard.

After a bit of digging, Celeste produced a wheelbarrow and piled in random tools she thought she would need for the work. She wasn’t going for best garden on the street, but she needed to get the growth under control at least and maybe put a flower or two in the beds. She wasn’t doing it for the nagging neighbor but instead, her mother-in-law, who tended to the gardens like they were her children. Her husband used to help her pick flowers and heave the heavier items to build up the walls. She didn’t want all that work to go to waste.

It seemed Celeste wasn’t the only person who had the idea to get started on spring yard cleanup. She could hear a lawnmower start up in the distance, and there was a strimmer going across the street. As she pushed the wheelbarrow up to the road, Celeste glanced over at her new neighbors. There seemed to be a rotation of different cars, motorcycles, and now a truck every time she looked over. She hadn’t learned much else about them aside from John’s name. It seemed there were four of them living there. The great mystery at the café solved as to where the two burly men on the motorcycles had moved to. Celeste hadn’t bothered joining in on the speculations and questions that still cropped up a few days later about them. She didn’t want people gossiping about her; she wasn’t going to feed the horde with the information she had figured out.

Dragging her trash bins from the bush’s clutches, Celeste rolled them to the middle of her driveway before standing and staring at the massive overgrowth. She had no idea how to trim it properly to give it a shape, or if there was such thing as too much trimming and would kill it. Grabbing the long shears from the wheelbarrow, she slowly walked over to it, looking all around it before deciding to start from the back. If she messed up the back, only she would see it. The first snip took out a large chunk and she grabbed it and threw it behind her before she went back at it again.

Before long, she had trimmed the bush back so much the pile of brush behind her was taller than the plant itself. She had definitely cut off too much trying to even it out. As she glanced between the two items, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, contemplating the next step. What was she supposed to do with the brush? She couldn’t just throw it in the trash, could she? Turning on her heel to see if there was some sort of indicator of what other people were doing, she spotted one of the neighbors at the newly arrived truck.

They had started on the demolition of the back deck the day before, working through the light drizzle into the night, which agitated her peace and quiet. It seemed they had already bought the new supplies to build it back up, and the man was lifting the lumber out of the truck bed. He paused in his work when he caught her looking at him and gave her a friendly wave, which she returned before quickly adverting her eyes to her own mess. She really should have thought this through. Was there a landfill to take this to? And how exactly was she getting it there, in her car? With all the potential bugs in there?

“Later,” Celeste decided to herself as she slid her gaze to the rest of the work that needed to be done.

Slowly but surely, she worked her way around the house. She pulled overgrown vines off the stone walls, chopped down overgrown plants, pulled weeds out of the flower beds, and had even fixed a few blocks of the retaining wall of the garden by her back patio. All the while, Samson lounged without bothering to even his head until Celeste stopped for lunch.

“I don’t think you deserve this. You were no help at all,” she stated as she handed him a small bite of ham as she sat at the kitchen table. He was sitting at her feet, pawing at her leg for his bite and meowing every time she didn’t give him a piece. She had run out of bread a few days ago; peanut butter and jelly had been dinner most nights, so the ham was just rolled up right out of the deli bag. “I have to mow next,” Celeste muttered to herself as she stared out the kitchen window at the garage. She had no idea how it worked, if there was gas in it, or if it worked at all anymore. The hunk of rusted metal was at least ten years old and gave her husband issues every year.

“No, you stay inside this time; I don’t need you run over by the mower,” Celeste said as she scooped Samson up and set him back in the kitchen chair. He moved to run after her, and she darted out the door quickly, snapping it behind her. She knew he was going to make a mess of something out of spite; probably shred the roll of paper towels or knock things off the living room table.

The mower proved to be a vexing thing.

She couldn’t get it to start, no matter how hard she pulled the cord. It would act like it wanted to start but splutter to a halt. She had checked the oil and gas, all seemed well there. Had googled the mower itself to find instructions on it and what to do if it wouldn’t start and tried the suggestions. Nothing worked. She had even resorted to trying to tilt it back and look underneath it, but the ominous swish of the gasoline in the tank made her stop. She didn’t even want to mow, but now it was a matter of principle and the fact the grass was up past her ankles.

“I’m about to throw you in the lake,” Celeste hissed at the mower as she fiddled with the choke and grabbed the pull chord again. “I’ll buy a newer, nicer one,” she huffed and yanked the chord hard and fast. Nothing. “That’s electric,” she finished pointedly as she tried again. The blades didn’t even whir on that last one, and Celeste let out a frustrated grunt. She let go of the handle and stomped off, pushing her hair out of her face as she closed her eyes, willing herself not to lose her temper.

“It may need a fuse,” came an amused sounding voice. “Be a bit easier to do than throwing it in the lake.”

Celeste jumped and whirled around to see who was speaking to her, stumbling a step. It was one of the men from the cafe. He was dressed in cargo work pants and a T-shirt, both of which were dirty, sweaty, and covered in sawdust from working on the deck. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed Celeste then the mower behind her, which was still sitting very unhelpfully in the middle of the garage.

“I already have one nosey neighbor,” Celeste answered as she wiped her sweaty hands on her shorts. ”And I don’t need another one.”

“Not nosey. Bit hard not to hear you out here fighting with that for the last thirty minutes,” the man answered with a smirk. “I can take a look at it for you,” he offered, gesturing to the hunk of metal, “or you can keep giving it empty threats. I wouldn’t want to take away your afternoon plans.”

Celeste glared at him for a moment before making a quick decision, stepping to the side and nodding toward the mower. She wasn’t one to accept help usually, fiercely independent to a fault because she never liked feeling like she owed someone something. But if it was a fuse, he could probably have it fixed quickly. Then he could go back to what he was doing, and she could finish her chores. Faster to just let him look at it and go away than to argue with him.

Stepping back, she watched him bend down and begin looking over the mower. He casually flipped the blue ball cap he had on backward so he could see better before he began prying on a small box with his fingers. The clips were old and seemed to be rusted, but he managed to get one side loose before going to the other one.

“Do you have any tools?” He asked as he rocked back on his heels and looked up at Celeste, where she had leaned against the billiards table.

“I, ah,” Celeste started as she pushed up from her spot to look around. There were plenty of tools all over the back worktable, but she had no idea what was actually there. “What do you need?”

“A flathead,” the man answered as he watched her sidestep him and head around a small shelving unit toward the back of the garage. “Or anything I can wedge under this lip, it’s stuck on there pretty good.”

Celeste paused in front of the work table and stared around at all the items on the peg wall behind it. Some she recognized, and others she had no idea what they did. A quick glance at them, she didn’t see a screwdriver, so she started pulling open drawers. The metal squealed loudly as she pulled, the sound grating on her nerves as she opened all of them. She mussed around, knocking broken pencils, tape measures, scraps of sandpaper, and old rope out of the way, but couldn’t find a flathead.

“Ah,” she paused, realizing she didn’t know his name to address him. “I can’t find any,” she stopped short as she rounded the corner again. He had found something in her few minutes of digging around and had wedged the box lid off with it. Celeste could feel the blood drain from her face at the sight, and her eyes instantly snapped up to make sure he hadn’t moved or ruined anything else.

“This worked,” the man answered as he wiggled the lone dart that had been in the dart board between his fingers. “Fuses are intact, but one of them was loose,” he explained as he tapped it back into its little slots with the tip of the dart before looking up. “You all right?”

“Fine,” Celeste answered quickly. She knew she couldn’t be sure that the dart had been one her husband had thrown but if it was, this man had just ruined it. The few things she had left of his that hadn’t been touched. The first days after his death, people had touched so many things. Moved his crumpled up couch blanket so they could sit, shifted his papers on his desk looking for documents, dug around in his closet for what to dress him in for the funeral. She inhaled sharply at that last thought to keep herself from losing it. She crossed the space between her and this man and snatched the dart away from him perhaps a bit too harshly.

“Thanks for looking at the fuses; I can take it from here.” She needed him to leave. Now. Before she screamed at him to get out. Just like she had done to all the people who had been in her flat trying to help her but were just touching everything. Touching and wiping away all the last things her husband had touched.

“You don’t look fine,” the man said as he straightened and glanced at the dart in her hand. “Look like you’ve seen a ghost…and I know Simon is busy keeping Kyle from trying to help.” He grinned a bit at the confusion that flitted Celeste’s face before starting to explain. “I’m Johnny; Simon was with me at the café the other day and...”

“I don’t,” Celeste stopped herself before she snapped out the word ‘care’. She didn’t mean for it to come across as cold or cruel, but she didn’t think she could hold it together for another second. “I appreciate all your help, but I do have it from here,” Celeste answered as she set the dart down gently on the billiard table. “I know you’re busy with your own project.”

“You sure you don’t need…” he started but at the look she gave him, Johnny stopped. He could see the panicked expression under the false, forced niceties. She was holding herself together, hands gripping hard into fists at her side that shook a bit, eyes darting around the room to keep in tears. What the hell had he done? His eyes snapped over to the dartboard before sliding over to the chalkboard next to it. There were two scribbled names there, and the final amount written in the winner’s column was right where he had taken the dart out of the board. He knew instantly. “Right, well, if you need any other help, just let us know. We’ll be outside.” Shit. He should have just sat on his heels and waited or gone to grab one of their own tools.

Celeste couldn’t muster up a goodbye as she watched him walk out, righting his cap on his head as he went. She stood still in her spot for as long as possible, trying to give him plenty of time to get out of earshot before she went back to the dart on the table.

She picked it up and ran the cool metal through her fingers, letting her thumb brush over the flight that had the Manchester United symbol on it. Her husband’s team. She knew it was his, knew he had thrown it. With shaking hands, she leaned over the table to pop the dart back to the place it had been before, glancing at the chalkboard for confirmation before leaning back again. It wasn’t him who had put it there; she knew that, but it felt slightly better that it was back in its place.

Celeste stared at the dartboard for a while, trying to recall the last time they had played a game out in the garage. It had been a few summers ago now. It was a warm night full of competitive taunts and casual wagers placed on games. There had been a large group of them drinking and playing well into the morning. When Celeste was pleasantly tipsy and tired, she had ventured down to the water for some quiet. It wasn’t long before her husband joined her in the other chair down on the dock, his chair.

“Fuck,” Celeste groaned as she pushed off the table that she had been gripping hard and turned back to the mower.

She snapped the cover back over the fuse box, and after a few more tugs on the rope, the ancient thing started up. The lawn was more work than she anticipated. While it was sunny, the grass was still wet, and having let it grow for so long, it kept jamming the blades. She had to stop and start multiple times, resorting to digging out chunks of grass with a stick and throwing them all over the yard as she went. She’d need to rake them up later. Maybe. She was too tired to bother with it and frankly no longer cared.

With an angry shove, Celeste put the mower away and yanked down the garage door before turning around to see the pile of brush still left to deal with. She had forgotten about it with all her work. And, of course, it was completely blocking her car, which she would need in the morning to get to work.

A break. She needed a quick break to sit down and breathe for a moment, get some water and reset her mind then she’d get back to it.

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“Think she remembers she’s got to clean that up?” Kyle asked as he found John looking out the window above the now partial wrap-around porch. They still had to lay out the flooring and put in the railings, along with all the extra new touches, but it was a start.

Kyle had been relegated to glorified water boy, DJ, and the occasional tool fetcher. He hadn’t been allowed to help in any other manner. When Simon had caught him at the table saw and was about to cut a piece, he quickly unplugged it and glared at Kyle, who gave him a frustrated growl and stomped off.

“If she doesn’t, she’s going to have a rough morning,” John answered as he turned to look at Kyle. He was covered in sawdust despite not having touched a single piece of wood. That he was aware of anyway. Reaching out a hand, he brushed some off his shirt, fingers tracing up to knock away more that had caked on his hairline in the sweat that had since dried.

“Johnny stole my hat,” Kyle answered as his eyes flicked up to John’s hand before John quickly dropped it. “Said he needed to look a little presentable when he went over there.”

“Didn’t help much based on what he said,” John replied with a small smirk.

“He’s a bit like a kicked puppy, though. He’ll go back for more and charm her with his pitiful looks,” Kyle answered with a small laugh, stepping closer to John to peer at the mess of a yard Celeste had left behind.

“Tell me why you aren’t the one trying to get in her good graces then,” John asked as he glanced over, watching Kyle assess the area with keen eyes.

“I will,” Kyle answered, purposely not looking over at John, who he knew was watching him. “I’ll let Johnny make a fool of himself and figure out more about her. Then I sweep in, looking like the perfect savoir. It’s worked like that for years now. I’ve got it down to a science.” He grinned, twisting to look at John now, the other man’s face unreadable.

“Think she’s alright?” Kyle asked into the quiet as he leaned against the window sill, eyes narrowed on the dark windows across the way. There wasn’t a single light on. She had gone inside hours ago and hadn’t emerged again.

“Probably exhausted herself in her stubbornness,” John answered a bit stiffly.

He opened his mouth to say something else when Johnny’s voice called down the stairs that the shower was free. Simon had been the unfortunate one to figure out that the second shower had a rusted-out hot water pipe. He had been rinsing off when it finally exploded in the wall and plunged his shower into an ice bath. They still hadn’t had a chance to fix that one yet.

“Go on,” John offered with a head nod at the stairs. “I’ll grab the mess, then clean up.”

“I can give you a hand,” Kyle offered. He had felt the atmosphere and mood change the moment he had joked about sweeping in to gain Celeste’s attention. He had been a jest, sort of, but John didn’t seem keen on it.

“I’ve got it; you’ve done too much as it is with that arm already. I caught you massaging it earlier,” he replied as he stepped toward the front door.

It was Kyle’s turn to open his mouth and then shut it again. It was rich of John to call someone stubborn when he behaved like this. With a shake of his head, Kyle headed up the stairs to shower, eyes darting down the hall as Johnny and Simon’s bedroom door snicked shut.

The sun was low in the sky, the pinks and oranges fading to dark blue. John only had a few minutes before it was solidly dark. He slipped his work gloves on and began grabbing at the branches in the driveway. It was relatively quick work, and he tossed the last few smaller branches into the truck bed before pushing the wheelbarrow to the garage. If his instincts were correct, Celeste was going to be grateful but mad as hell when she realized what he had done. He was also fairly certain his movements and truck pulling up had caught her attention. The curtains in the upstairs window had twitched twice, and it wasn’t the cat. The little orange tabby was watching him curiously from the downstairs window.

Kyle had showered quickly, well as quickly as he could, with his aching arm and the still not fully healed other wounds. The stitches had come out about a week ago because he couldn’t take the itching and pulling of his skin any longer. The doctors warned him against it since they weren’t fully ready yet, but it was either that or he accidentally popped them in his sleep scratching.

He skipped his clothes, not wanting to fight with them, and instead collapsed into his bed in just a towel and listened to the house around him. He was waiting for John to return, thinking perhaps they could figure out dinner since Johnny and Simon were solidly locked in their room for the evening.

When Kyle woke up a bit later, full night had fallen, and there was not a moon in sight. He shifted on the bed to get his bearings, hand reaching for his phone to get the time. Almost two in the morning. He must have been exhausted even after barely doing anything all day. But when he pushed to sit up, the sting of pain that jolted up his side told him he had definitely done too much that day.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he traced his fingers over the small lumps of his new scars to make sure none of them had popped loose. The shrapnel hit he had taken had shredded his arm to pieces and tore through his vest, peppering him all along the ribs and chest. That was after he had taken a shot to the shoulder trying to get civilians out of the way before the bomb exploded.

He shifted some more, his hand digging into his nightstand for the pain medication he tried to avoid when he heard it. It was soft and muffled, but there was no hiding in this cottage. He wasn’t sure which of them it was, but the stuttering gasp followed by a groan told Kyle enough. Pain medication or no, he wasn’t getting back to sleep now.

Kyle didn’t begrudge Simon and Johnny their time together. He was happy for them. Glad they had finally figured their shit out, but hearing them only made him realize more of his loneliness. It made the jealousy bubble up in his chest at the fact they had one another, and he was lying here alone in the dark, pining for someone who wouldn’t admit the truth to themselves.

Cursing his pain, he fumbled for a pair of pants and a shirt, not caring that they were his dirty work clothes from the day. He didn’t bother with doing either of them up, the denim hanging on his hips and flannel shirt laying open as he shuffled to the door. He dry swallowed his pain meds before closing his bedroom door as quietly as possible behind him. He’d go out for a smoke and wait it out for a bit before trying to venture inside again.

When he reached the hallway, the sounds were a bit louder, and he could see the soft light in Johnny and Simon’s bedroom leaking out from under the door. Instinctively, his eyes flitted to John’s bedroom door, and he found it slightly ajar but dark inside. He wondered if he was hearing this too. If he was lying in the dark listening, too polite to get up and snap the door shut. Or dead to the world, asleep and not aware.

As he hit the stairs, Kyle flinched when one step squeaked loud enough it may as well have been an alarm. The moaning silenced for a second, and Kyle held his spot, not wanting them to know he was out there. Not that it truly mattered. None of their sex lives were secret from one another, but there was a difference between willingly being invited and loitering. This was definitely a private moment.

Kyle continued to remain in his spot, flexing his fingers to stop the irritating tingling in them, when a soft hiss and low murmurs met his ears. He was in the clear. He was careful down the rest of the steps, and when he made it to the kitchen, he grabbed his discarded pack of smokes. Perhaps he’d smoke a few to be sure they were done and satiated before he went back to bed.

Hand on the backdoor, fingers moving to unflick the lock, Kyle found it already undone. That wasn’t like any of them. While all four of them could easily outdo and take out an unknowing intruder, they wouldn’t just leave the door unlocked. Hairs standing up just a bit, instantly on alert, he sidestepped to get a better look out the glass when he saw the flare of a lit cigar under the still mostly dead porchlight.

“Couldn’t sleep?” John asked when Kyle opened the door. His eyes instantly darted to his half dressed form, taking in the undone button and zipper of his jeans and the open front of his shirt. He could see the cuts that littered the right side of his chest and ribs and the starburst scar by his shoulder where the bullet went in. Went in and then was dug out by John’s fingers as Kyle screamed, fighting against Simon’s hold before passing out from the pain.

“I was, woke up,” Kyle answered as he flicked his lighter and carefully stepped across the support boards to get over where John was. He took a seat within reach of him and bit back his groan as he used his good arm to brace himself to sit. “You been out here all night? It’s a bit cold for camping.”

“Most of it,” John answered. He was still in his work clothes, and Kyle eyed him as he lifted his tumbler to his lips and took a sip of whiskey. “Went up to shower and, well, I’m sure I know exactly what woke you up.”

“No, just my shit arm,” Kyle answered as he leaned his head back against the wood siding. “But I knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep after that. S’fine though, sort of what this place is for, right? Privacy to be together and get away from the rest of the bullshit?” He tried not to let the bitterness of the words leak out or laugh at them since John had said those words, and yet there he was. Less than an arm’s length away and still hiding from him.

Sounds of nature filled in the space between them as John didn’t reply to Kyle. He never did when it edged on anything close to this topic. It was fine really. John didn’t need to try to explain himself because Kyle knew none of his words would matter. He still burned for him, and any attempts John would make to let him down easily or explain his thoughts would hurt more. He’d rather sit in denial rather than let John hammer another nail into the wall he was putting up between them; hope was better than nothing.

“I’m going to head for a shower; if they aren’t done by now, they need to take a break at least,” John said, trying to make light of the situation as the silence continued to stretch uncomfortably between them. “Probably safe for you to go in, too; we can both make a bit of noise.”

“I’ll wait out here for a bit,” Kyle answered as he tilted his head back to look up at John as he rose. He was frozen, but he didn’t want to go in yet. He didn’t want to risk hearing what he wanted, needed, again. And he didn’t want to give into the temptation of knocking on that bedroom door and being invited in with a knowing look from Johnny.

“Take this then,” John said quietly as he shucked off his own jacket and draped it across Kyle’s chest. “Don’t stay out here too long.” And with one last lingering look, as if he were warring with himself, John disappeared inside. He had left behind his still half-full glass of whiskey, seemingly as a silent offer, though he had taken the bottle inside with him.

Kyle downed it in one gulp, hissing through his teeth at the burn as it settled in his stomach and proceeded to warm him from the inside out. After a few more moments, giving John enough time to get out of earshot, Kyle finally let out an anguished sigh as he curled his face into the collar of the jacket. It smelled of John, of his sweat and soap, the heavy cherry scent of the cigar he had just smoked, and a vague whiff of his cologne he rarely donned.

His eyes stung as he lit another cigarette to try and distract his thoughts. He told himself it was the lack of sleep, the pain in his arm, or the mix of medication and alcohol that had stirred up all these emotions. But deep down he knew the truth: he was mourning. Mourning what he needed to let go of, even though it was so close he could touch it; touch it but never truly have it. That realization hurt more than any of his physical injuries, and Kyle gasped into the silence as he fought to keep himself together.

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