#never really took him camping much in his life and i regret it

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Set up the swag and did the waterproofing for it so im excited for camping except sleeping alone lmao

[star-girl69]

American Teenager

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: you get caught in the crossfire of clarisse’s anger, and have to convince clarisse you love every part of her.

a/n: i took over a year off, cut you bitches some slack…… TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND… SHE’S BAAAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!

for those who do not know, i changed my theme. yes it is me. do you like it 😀

American Teenager - Ethel Cain

warnings: NOT BETA READ!!!, ending sucks yet again but i cant be bothered, y/n gets PUNCHED!!!!!!, creepy men, violence, very sad clarisse, IT IS VERY HARD FOR HER TO TALK ABOUT HER FEELINGS BUT SHE TRIES, swearing, usual demigod stuff, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Clarisse is angry.

She has been angry all of her life, you know that. She was born with a fire in her veins that came straight from her godly father, potent and rolling around inside of her like a storm, a rabid dog biting at a cage, and nurtured over the years by a stern mother.

Clarisse was a recipe for destruction, for pain, for suffering. That’s what most people thought she was. They all thought she was her father’s daughter- full of fire, and she would never be anything else except the mean bully all the campers had grown to somewhat resent.

But she was more than that. She was your girl, she was everything you wanted and had prayed for years for. You knew she was angry, you knew she carried regret in her heart, you knew she ate up anything nice inside of her long ago.

But you didn’t care.

You gave her some of your own softness, your own nicety, drew it out of her with soft touches and sweet words, until she learned to love you and believed that she was the girl you always saw hidden inside.

Clarisse is angry.

You know that, you know the harsh girl you fell in love with, and you know the sweet girl she really is.

So, it’s no surprise to you that Clarisse has spent the entire afternoon glued to your side, glaring at anyone who walks by- but particularly her brother, Caden.

Caden has some sort of inferiority complex coupled with extreme sexism. He couldn’t stand the fact Clarisse was better than him, that she was the camp counselor instead of him. She had received her beloved spear from their father, he had no gifts to show.

Somewhere in his fucked up head he realized he couldn’t force his father to notice him, couldn’t uproot Clarisse from her counselor position, and though the next best thing was to go after you.

It started with glances that lasted too long, then subtle touches during camp activities, then actively flirting with you when Clarisse wasn’t around.

The only reason Caden had been allowed to this for this long was because you didn’t want to tell Clarisse and be responsible for what could very possibly be Caden’s death. You felt dirty, having his hands on you, barely-hidden sexual remarks whispered in your ear, his eyes on you- practically undressing you.

Clarisse would kill him if she knows what he’s done, how it makes you feel. And you really don’t want blood on your hands, so you avoid him as much as possible and attach yourself to Clarisse.

It’s a rare afternoon that you both have free, and it’s snatched with greedy hands and stretched out long like molasses, the two of you move slow and leisurely, try to sink into this time together.

You promised your sister you would help with the arts and crafts class she runs, spewing something about how you’re the best at making friendships bracelets- but really, her usual partner is on a quest and taking care of the rowdy 12 year olds is not an individual task.

So, here you are, sitting at a picnic table and making sample bracelets, feeling the sun on your face and Clarisse’s arms around you. She sits sideways, her front pressed against your side, straddling the bench. She watches the way the sun hits your face, the way your fingers move swiftly as you continue to bead and tie together.

There’s been this pit in your stomach since Caden started his advances- like a new organ had formed inside of you, pure black instead of a usual pink flesh. A physical form of all your guilt and disgust, filled with the dirt like you felt like.

It’s still there, even through the gaps of hot sunlight, the cooling shade of the tree above, but it’s easier to ignore when Clarisse is there. It’s easier to ignore, but it’s still there.

“I don’t understand how you’re so good at those,” Clarisse mumbles. She kisses your shoulder and you dig your feet into the dirt, smiling to yourself.

“I don’t either,” you smile. “What can I say? I’m the queen of friendship bracelets.”

“Ha,” she says, somewhat sarcastically, but you can hear the fond, loving smile in her voice. “How much longer?” she asks.

“Two more. Maybe 10 more minutes?”

“Okay,” she hums, drawing out the word. “Wanna get somethin’ to eat after this?”

“Yeah,” you say, looking away from the bracelets for just a second- to admire her like she gets to admire you.

“Nah, nah, you better finish those bracelets so I can have all your attention on me again.” She presses her face against yours, pushing you to face forward again and focus.

She departs with a kiss to corner of your lips, and you wonder if you really need all six example bracelets, but you know your sister would kill you if you didn’t show up tomorrow with six. You sigh and turn back to your bracelets, listening to the sweet sound of Clarisse laughing.

“Okay,” she says, leaning closer to you after a minute. “I’ll be back in a few, okay? I’m just gonna go change into shorts.”

“Okay,” you smile, and she squeezes your waist as she stands up. The feeling inside of you sinks in even more, the blackness in your stomach, but you focus on the feeling of the sun and her promise that she’ll come back soon.

“First time I’ve seen you alone in weeks.”

Your stomach sinks.

You’re a demigod and you deal with monsters and the whims of gods daily- but there’s something about humans, about demigods that makes you especially scared.

A step below a God, filled with resentment and blessed with superhuman abilities.

You’re not sure you’ve ever felt fear like this.

You glance up at him, quickly gathering all your bracelet supplies, shoving it into the pockets of your jeans without much care.

You force a smile, pretend like nothing’s wrong.

“Sorry,” you say. “I’m just leaving. Nice seeing you, Caden!”

“Why you leavin’ so quick, baby?”

“Meeting Clarisse,” you smile through gritted teeth.

“Well, I just saw my sister walk away so… are you lying to me, Y/N?” he laughs slightly, almost as if the idea of you not being completely observing of his will is unheard of, laughable.

“Yeah, I was just finishing up.” You shove a pile of beads into your pocket, moving for the next one-

His hand covers yours.

“You don’t look done. Sit down, huh?”

You glance around the courtyard, not even bothering to hide your fear like you were taught- at the sight of him, his tall stature, the fact he could easily overpower you- you forget everything you ever learned and turn into a puddle of fear. You’re fucking terrified, and it would be humiliating if it wasn’t just the most basic human tendencies preserving in you.

You can’t be embarrassed about biology, about what your human body was designed to do. At the end of the day, your blood is red- not gold.

“No, no, I really gotta go.” You rip your hand away, mourning the loss of a few beads that didn’t quite escape with you. Instead of dwelling on that, you quickly turn around and head towards the main pavilion, where there are more campers- maybe you can find Matty or Carrie, another one of Clarisse’s siblings who would just get him off your back.

But, he follows. Of course he follows. He’s a man who’s never been told no, and he won’t be refused by you.

“Y/N,” he drawls, voice still teasing.

You clench your fists and walk faster, finally risking a glance over your shoulder- you slam into a familiar warm body you have spent countless nights with, now wearing a pair of jean shorts.

One hand swings around your waist, the other sits over her hip- where her favorite dagger is hidden.

“Y/N?” she asks, not taking her eyes off of Caden, but her voice is soft and full of concern.

“Nothing, Clar. It’s fine, let’s just go, yeah?”

She looks at you for just a second, and you haven’t had time to school your features back into a flat facade, so there’s still fear all over your face.

“What the fuck did you do, Caden?”

“Just tryin’ to spend time with Y/N. That a crime?”

He avoids calling you her girlfriend, even though that’s how most of the Ares cabin has come to know you.

“Yeah,” she says, slightly incredulously. “You hit your head too hard? She’s my fuckin’ girlfriend. I don’t know what you did, but don’t do it again.”

It’s like a sixth sense, the way you feel his eyes rake down your body, lingering on your ass. The blackness inside of you squeezes, and you feel the sudden urge to throw up, squeezing your eyes shut-

Clarisse tugs you behind her.

“Don’t fucking look at her, Caden.”

Her voice is level in barely-masked rage, and it honestly would scare you a little bit- if it wasn’t for the way her hand caressed your hip so softly.

“I’m not hurtin’ anyone. She probably likes it, huh?”

You wonder if he genuinely thinks he’s flirting with you, or just trying to piss Clarisse off.

Her jaw clenches.

“Four weeks laundry duty.”

His smile drops.

“Don’t fucking test me, Caden.”

You’re silently surprised at her strength, so you quickly grab her hand and squeeze, trying to urge her forward. Your stomach feels lighter, hoping that maybe- finally, finally he’ll leave you alone-

“Really, Clarisse?” The edge of desperation in his tone is pathetic. “You’re gonna choose her over your own half-brother. We both know who’d she choose between the two of us though, huh? The stronger one. The better one. She’d choose the son.”

She drops your hand and spins around.

“Clarisse,” you warn. “Clarisse.”

But she seems to be lost in her own world, where everything narrows down to him and the cocky look on his face, memory of his words, and you know any trace of your sweet girl is gone and it’s just the anger.

You quickly push yourself in between them, putting your hands out to Clarisse- you feel sort of stupid, but you’re desperate for her to just turn around, to take you with her, for the two of you to do like she said and get something to eat. You want to eat by the beach with her, you want to feel her in the sun, you wanna let yourself believe that four weeks of laundry duty will deter him.

“Y/N,” she says, warning you, and you know she won’t stop.

“Clarisse, I’m telling you, turn around. He’s not worth it.”

You can hear his smile.

“You won’t be saying that when I finally get my hands on you, baby.”

Fuck.

“Clarisse!” you shout, knowing its coming- she aims around you, pushing you out of the way as she sets a deadly punch on path with his face.

But it doesn’t hit him. It doesn’t hit him, and he gasps in shock before quickly running away, not wanting to deal with the consequences of his actions.

And you can’t blame him, because with your knees on the ground and the sting of Clarisse’s fist on your cheek- you should have just let her fucking kill him.

—-

Clarisse hasn’t looked at you in two weeks.

After you fell to the ground, completely disoriented by her punch, you remember the sound of her screaming and Caden laughing as he ran away. You remember her hands shaking as she helped you up, touching you as little as possible, staring at her now red knuckles.

Although you really didn’t have to, she led you to the healers, and one of the Apollo kids looked at your swelling eye, gave you something for the pain, and said you could leave.

And then, she made sure you got home safe to your cabin and hasn’t looked at you again.

In hindsight, knowing that that was the end of the relationship you used to have, it feels like a bad goodbye for something so good. You can’t even call it a goodbye, because it wasn’t good at all. There should have been something. Something more.

You remember the way Clarisse couldn’t stop staring at her bruised knuckles, you remember the way she couldn’t look you in your eyes, couldn’t touch you- wouldn’t allow herself to touch you.

That night, the relationship you had with Clarisse ended. But, you were still as in love with her as ever, you didn’t blame her for simply trying to protect you- you were the person who stepped in front of her. One second you weren’t there, the next you were. She didn’t have time to pull her punch, she didn’t have time to aim somewhere else- you don’t blame her.

You remember her saying she was sorry as she helped you to the healers. Sorry, over and over again. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, Y/N, sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. You almost asked her to stop saying it, because the word was starting to sound weird. You almost told her it was unnecessary-because it was- but you didn’t get the chance. She made sure you got home safe to your cabin. She said she was sorry again, and then two weeks of torture commenced.

And you’re fucking sick of it. Sick of her acting like a coward, running away instead of owning up to the consequences of her actions- you aren’t mad at her for punching you. You never were.

You’re mad at her for leaving you in the days after, the nights where you couldn’t sleep on your favorite side because of the bruise. The nights where you would yawn and tears would well in your eyes, and it burned as it rolled down the sensitive skin. The nights where you would forget, and you would expect her to crawl into your bed like usual- but you would fall asleep alone and wake up alone.

You’re mad at her for abandoning you, for refusing to talk to you, to figure it out. Because while what you had before is gone, you can still have something new.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” your friend Tyla asks.

“Yeah,” Jackie, your other friend, continues. “Like, she did literally punch you in the fucking face- are we sure that’s not some sort of subconscious thing?”

She shrinks at the harsh glares you and Tyla give her.

“Okay. That was mean,” she says, softly. “Sorry.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking towards the training fields, where you know the entire Ares cabin is practicing hand-to-hand skills.

“I told you,” you huff. “She was trying to protect me from Caden. She loves me, she’s just angry. Angry at herself, but she shouldn’t be.”

“What even happened to Caden?” Tyla asks, noses scrunching at the fact she has to even say his name. “I mean, I saw him walking around with that broken face but-”

“Clarisse!”

You look up to the top of the small hill, the plateau where the sparring rings are marked into the grass by eco-friendly spray paint.

She’s holding one of her siblings down, her knee on his back, her hands holding his arms behind his back.

“Stop! I tap out, I tap out, Clarisse!” The boy screams. She smiles softly before letting him go and standing up.

He lays face down on the ground for a minute, breathing heavily before he finally picks himself up- staring at Clarisse’s offered hand. After a moment, he takes it and lets her tug him up. He nods at her and walks away to his friends, moaning about his arms and his back.

Clarisse shakes out her hands and looks around, but she knows no one wants to spar with her after that, even thought even from here you can see the fire in her veins. The need for a fight, for something to distract her. The need for movement, hard and fast. The need for anger to be the only thing she can feel.

“Me next?”

“Y/N,” Tyla hisses, and Jackie reaches out to grab you but you merely shake her off.

Clarisse’s eyes lock with yours.

It takes you a second to recognize the emotion in her eyes. Her body tenses up, she seems frozen in place like a deer in headlights. She’s scared.

“Clar,” you smile, meeting her in the circle.

She tears her eyes away from you, choosing instead to stare at the grass.

“I’m not fighting you. Go.”

“I’m not asking you to fight me,” you smile. “I’m asking you to spar with me.”

She rolls her eyes.

“I’m not sparring with you.”

It’s so tense, no matter how much you try to make it like before, no matter how much you smile and try to look in her eyes.

“Can I talk with you, then?”

You shuffle closer, and she doesn’t move.

“Y/N,” she sighs. She looks up at you, but you can tell she’s staring right past you, towards the tree line. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Do what?” you snort. “Face your feelings? Let me help you?”

Her face is level, almost bored. She turns her face into a facade, a mask of nothingness. She won’t let you in, not now, and it makes you angry.

You would take anything from her right now.

You want her to hate you. You want her to love you. You want everything and anything.

You would take another punch, as long as you got to feel her skin on yours for a split second.

You dig your foot into the ground and glare at her.

“Clarisse. I’m serious, I want to talk to you.”

Her eyes meet yours for a split second, before she’s moving.

“Too bad. Forget me,” she says over her shoulder.

She fucks up and she runs away.

“Clarisse!” you shout, following her out of the training field, out of view from the eyes that were trying and failing not to look at the two of you. “You can’t leave me here. You can’t just pretend like the last year we’ve been together didn’t happen.”

“It’s better that way,” she sighs, like she’s doing you some big favor by staying away from you, when all she’s doing is hurting you.

“It’s not!” you shout, finally surging forward and grabbing her wrist-

She whips around and tugs her wrist out of your grip.

You don’t think she’s ever once refused your touch.

It burns. It burns in your heart so badly, burns worse than any regret you could ever feel.

“Don’t,” she says, like she’s warning you. “I’m- I’m trying to protect you, okay? Just- stop bein’ fuckin’ stubborn.”

You take a dejected step back, even though all you want to do is run into her arms.

“I don’t get it,” she continues, folding her hands behind her back. Her eyes finally land on the faded bruise. “Why don’t you hate me?”

The heartbreak in her voice hurts more than the punch, than the nights without her.

“Because I love you, Clar. I don’t care about what happened, it was an accident- you’re the only one who can’t see that.”

“I hurt you.”

“The only thing that hurts is you being away from me.”

“Nah,” she says, taking a step back. She shakes her head, staring at your eye before finally turning away. “I’m only anger, Y/N. I’ll only hurt you. And I can’t take hurting you again.”

The feeling of staring at her back, the sound of her footsteps crunching in the leaves, hurts so bad it creates another new organ in your body.

This time, it’s like a tumor growing from your heart, encasing it so every beat is a struggle, every breath is ragged. This new organ carries your heartbreak, and it grows bigger by the second.

—-

It’s starting to feel like Clarisse is never going to even look at you again.

Even when you look straight at her from across the pavilion, she doesn’t look back. You stare at her back all day. The memory of her walking away from you replays in your mind every time you close your eyes.

You wonder, when it’s just you in your lonely bed, if Clarisse isn’t angry but rather scared. She’s angry at herself for hurting you, yes, but she’s terrified she’ll do it again. And you know Clarisse rarely feels fear, and you want nothing more but to help her navigate these unknown feelings- but she won’t let you in.

You don’t know how to let her help you, but you give her time. You stare at her when you hope she isn’t looking, you wrap your arms around yourself and pretend it’s her, you dream of her lips and the way she holds you, the way she loves you.

Clarisse took you to the docks for one of your dates. The fourth? The fifth? Somewhere around there, but it was the first time you kissed. Both of you had realized that you liked each other but agreed to take it slow, but you’d never forget the way she looked at you after you put the flower she brought you into your hair. The way she looked at you when you let your feet hang over the edge, kicking the water. The way your thigh pressed against hers, ankles hooked together.

You’ll never forget the way you looked up at her after dipping your fingers into the cool water, the control and self restraint finally leaving her eyes, her body, as her face sunk into a wide smile and she slammed her lips into yours.

The dock is sacred to the two of you, so when you’re missing her, especially during this sunset, this is where you go.

And it’s perfect. It’s so perfect you can almost convince yourself she’s here with you.

Except, if she was here with you, there wouldn’t be this tumor on your heart.

At the sound of his voice, the other organ your emotions have formed twists.

“This wasn’t my plan, y’know.”

“Go away, Caden,” you moan. Is it a crime to want to wallow in your own self pity? It is a crime to want the black organs inside of you to swallow you whole?

“I just wanted to knock Clarisse down a few pegs, and I certainly did that. Paid the price, too, you seen my fuckin’ face?”

It looks as horrible as it always does, you think, but you bite your tongue.

“I wanna be alone, Caden. Please.” You bite the word out like you’re a hyena choking on a laugh.

“But, c’mon.”

He steps closer to you, until you can feel him looming over you, tips of his sneakers pressing into your ass, he’s so close to you. You kick the water, annoyed, but he either doesn’t get the hint or ignores it.

“I’m not that bad, am I? Do me a favor, baby, let me cart you around for a few days and make her miserable.”

You’re about to just get up and leave all together when the sound of someone stepping onto the dock surprises you.

“Get away from her.”

But there’s something unspoken in the air. You’re just “her” now- not “my girlfriend” not “her’s.”

“Why are you always fuckin’ bothering me, Clarisse?”

You turn around. She smiles sarcastically.

“Why are you always fuckin’ bothering Y/N?”

“I’m not botherin’ her though, huh?”

He reaches down to grab at a piece of your hair, running it in between his fingers.

You flinch, but you’re more focused on the way Clarisse’s fists clench, her jaw ticks.

“Caden,” you sigh, batting his hand away.

“Seems like a pretty clear no to me, huh?”

Caden sighs and straightens, letting your hair fall from his fingers.

“What are you going to do about it, Clarisse? You gonna try and punch me- again? Try to hit the right person this time, huh?”

“Go fuck yourself, Caden.” She finally, finally, looks at you. You feel blessed and divine, like she’s a goddess who’s taken the time to merely look at you. “C’mon, Y/N.”

You scramble up to follow her beckoning hand at the same time Caden shifts on his feet.

He knocks into you, and you’re on the edge of the dock, and you scream as you fall in.

The water wasn’t that deep, but it was cold and embarrassing, and you fell at an awkward angle.

You surface, paddling to keep yourself afloat, coughing water out of your mouth and glaring up at him.

“Shit,” he swears, quickly running down the dock before you can shout some curse on his entire bloodline.

“Y/N?!” Clarisse shouts, panic on her face falling immediately at the sight of you afloat. She breathes out, fixing her hair that got all moved around in her frantic sprint down the dock. “You good?”

“Does it look like I’m good?” you deadpan.

She smiles.

“C’mon, come around to the ladder.”

She smiles as she helps you up, wrapping an arm around you even though you’re soaking wet, and you’re so mesmerized at the sight of her smiling, the feeling of her smiling at you that you can’t even comprehend it.

She has her arm wrapped around you.

She’s touching you.

Gods, did you miss this.

“Cold?” she asks, your hips pressed together as you walk down the dock.

“Yeah,” you whisper, feeling how warm she is against you. “I’ll be okay, though.”

“How long has he been… doing that?”

Your eyes meet hers.

“Jackie and Tyla told me- yelled at me, really- after they cornered me the other day. They said you were really fucked up about everything, and I should talk to you and I- I don’t know. I thought staying away was for the best.”

You cringe at the memory from a few nights ago, when you finally broke down and cried like a baby in front of your friends because of how much you missed her.

“And I saw you at the dock, and then fuckin’ Caden got over here before I could,” she laughs, dryly. “Whatever. I’ll walk you back-”

“Will you talk to me, Clar?”

You both stop, beachy sand sticks to your wet shoes, and Clarisse nervously looks away before you prod.

“I’m not mad at you. And I know you’re mad at yourself, and scared-”

She scoffs, but it’s halfhearted.

“But I love you, Clarisse. I love you, and I don’t blame you. Don’t blame yourself, and love me.”

In the sunlight, you can still see the remnants of the bruise. Softly, she reaches out and traces her pointer finger around your eye.

Her touch is so soft, the pad of her finger so rough- that sweet juxtaposition with her has always made your mind fuzzy. She makes all the tension in your body melt away. She makes everything better.

She swallows hard.

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, tears welling in her eyes. “I know I’ve said it so much, but I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to hit you, I swear on my father-”

Her voice chokes up, and you can tell she hates the fact she’s crying, so you draw her into your neck and let her hide away there. Running your hands through her hair, telling her it’s okay each time she apologizes.

“I know who you are,” you say when the tears have stopped, and you’re just relishing being in each other’s arms again. “I know who I fell in love with, and I know who you are. You’re angry and you’re sweet, you’re mean and you’re kind, and I love all of it. Don’t doubt that, please.”

She breathes out before leaving the comfort of your neck, putting her shaky hands on your face.

“I love all of you,” you repeat.

She smiles softly.

“I love all of you.”

She kisses your eye softly, literally almost like a butterfly landing on your eyelid, unable to not whisper one more apology against your skin.

You roll your eyes, smiling to match her.

“And don’t think I’d leave you over one mistake, seriously, La Rue. You insult me.”

She rolls her eyes too, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Oh, forgive me,” she teases.

“You’re already forgiven,” you smile, eyes traveling down to the lips you’ve been dreaming about. “But kiss me to make sure.”

—-

“-and he would just look at me all the time. That was the creepiest part, I think. Like, okay, he would feel up on me sometimes, but whatever. I could avoid him. At meals I would just be minding my business and he would be staring at me. More just annoying, you know? And, yeah. That made me feel horrible, like literally sick. I just felt so dirty, so fucked up- Clar?”

You watch as she stares up at the ceiling, cracking her knuckles.

“Clarisse,” you scold.

You shift from your stomach to your side, head propped up so you can properly look at her. Your bed is full and warm now that she’s here.

“Oh, no, keep goin’, baby.”

“Do not kill him. Do not hurt him. I told you, I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“Nah, I know, sweetheart. I’m just thinking about it, don’t take that away from me, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but a smile crosses its way onto your face. She smiles back, and it just feels so surreal, so different- but exactly like it’s supposed to be. You know Clarisse is angry, but you know she’s sweet too. Clarisse knows you love all of her.

She draws you to lay on her chest, hand in your hair, the other slipping under your shirt to scratch your back.

“I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me,” she whispers. “That’s the worst thing. You were dealing with all this alone- and I had no fucking idea.”

“Yeah. ‘Cause being with you made it better, of course you didn’t notice.”

She kisses your forehead. “You’re too sweet, baby.”

You smile and kiss her chest.

“I’m only not killing him ‘cause you asked, I hope you know that. If it was up to me, he’d be dead.”

“Oh, baby, I know lots of other ways we can channel that emotion.”

You glance up at her and she searches your eyes before promptly throwing you to the side and climbing on top of you.

Yeah, Clarisse is angry. But you love her angry.

—-

clarisse staring at her hands like they’re covered in blood: oh gods… oh gods what have i done. what have i done (again that picture of ivan the terrible holding his d3ad son)

y/n: ouch! ok anyways- girl you did not kill me calm down.

—-

caden trying not to die after clarisse inconveniences him for the sixth time today… hides his favorite sword, permanently sticks him on laundry duty, puts literal “kick me” signs on his back, puts holes in his favorite clothes…

—-

y/n is that one song that goes “FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY I NEED A FREAK TO DRIVE ME CRAZZYYYYY”

…and she’s so real for that.

—-

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from this ask

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[PART 2 OF THIS]

[After R/n’s calamitous phone call attempt to Simon, she ran a good five blocks before she felt safe enough to breath and think of a plan.]

R/n, sitting on a curb: okay...okay, I really regret not going to the gym with Si now....Shit!

{She swallows hard and looks behind her, the people chasing her were probably a two blocks away that only gave her small window of time.}

R/n: Okay, R/n. You managed to get, ah... Some distance from the guys chasing you, that’s the first thing Simon you told to do...Now next would be to find a place to hide, too bad it’s too freaking sunny out to do so!

R/n: And I can’t hide in plain sight since they know what clothes I’m wearing...

{R/n looks around and recognizes what street she’s on, there was goodwill shop across the street from her, she quickly got up and ran inside; knowing the van was probably around the block.]

R/n: Okay...they’re finding me a bit fast for comfort...

(R/n thinks and looks at her purse/mini-backpack...Could there be a tracker in it? she didn’t dwell on it too long, R/n quickly grabbed some pants a large hoodie, a hat and neck gaiter. she quickly ditched her old clothes and bag; taking just her wallet with her. R/n practically threw the money at the confused clerk as she speed walked passed the checkout.]

Clerk: Wait! ma’am, your change!

R/n, not looking back: Keep it! 

(R/n pulls the hood and neck gaiter up and walks out the back. she exits the alley in time to see the van pull up and two men rush into the good will. the y/ht(your height), woman knew they were not gonna be happy when they find R/n was long gone, and with that R/n calmly walked away towards a more populated area and hopefully she can get ahold of a phone so she can get through to Ghost this time!)

(Meanwhile)

[Ghost and the rest of the 1-4-1 arrived to his house, which was completely trashed, Ghost looked around his livingroom frowning under his mask as he found his wedding photo on the floor. it wasn’t some grand fancy event,  just a small court house wedding with your parents/guardian and couple of your friends, Ghost stomach churned at the memory.

Despite him being the one who proposed in the first place, Simon had tried to talk R/n outta of it...He warned her, he warned her that if they went through with it; R/n would be a walking target, she wouldn’t have a normal life anymore and yet... She still said yes.)

Soap, as he looks at the photo over Ghost’s shoulder: Steamin’ Jesus, he wasn’t fookin wit’ me, he really is married!...(to Price.) Did ye know?

Price: I knew he had a wife. That’s about it, Ghost doesn’t really speak about his home life much.

[Then everyone looked around the house it was clear someone was looking for something...and judging how a good number of Ghost and R/n’s valuables were left out on the dining room table, they were probably coming back...or. 

*The stairs creaked* 

They never left...Everyone freezes as a young man in his late teens to early twenties dressed all in black comes walking down the stairs; talking loudly. He probably assumed the 1-4-1 were his buddies coming back for him and their loot.]

Robber, while holding R/n’s jewelry box: Jeez, you guys took yer sweet time how hard is it to catch a woma...*Sees the group of giant armed men staring at him.* ...aaan?

Ghost: Don’t you fucking move...

[the Robber throws the box at them and tries to bolt out the backdoor! He gets clotheslined by Gaz who was camping around the corner. Cut to the kid being tied to a chair as Ghost stands over him menacingly]

Ghost, cracking his knuckles: Now...Let’s get acquainted shall we?~

[slut4thebroken]

Jealousy

Pairing | Bellamy Blake x reader Summary | You plan to make Bellamy jealous to get some attention… not to spoil anything but it works. Warnings | sexual content, 18+, verbal humiliation, knife play, exhibitionism, bondage, possessive behavior, face fucking, edging, Words | 6k Notes | reader pov, they’re dating, it’s season one. Also I do plan on revising this soon. Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

As you sat by the fire eating your food you watched Bellamy across camp. He's been busy building the wall and taking care of everything else all day and has barely even looked at you. He promised he'd find enough time to be with you... but that was two days ago. Normally you wouldn't be so clingy, especially because what he's doing is very important for the camp and everyone in it but to be honest... you're really really horny. The last time Bellamy has spent "intimate" time with you was two weeks ago. 

Deciding to do something about it you got up and walked over to Finn who was standing on the other side of the camp fire closer to Bellamy. 

"Hey, princess." You roll your eyes at that. Everyone keeps calling you princess and you're not really sure why. Some say it's because Bellamy is the "king" but then wouldn't you be the queen? 

"I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? Bellamy calls you that." He said with a small smirk. You looked at him, clearly annoyed and starting to regret your decision to talk to him a little bit. 

"Bellamy is my boyfriend. Obviously he can can call me that-" you looked over at Bellamy again and sighed turning back to Finn, deciding to just be straight forward and say it. 

"Whatever. Look I'm only talking to you to get a reaction from him, so are you in or not?" You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for his answer. His smirk never left his face. 

"Trying to make the king jealous, princess?" You just stared at him waiting for his answer. He chuckled and said "Yeah alright I'm in. What exactly does "in" entail?" 

"I don't know I'll touch your arm and laugh like you said something funny and you can... I don't know tuck my hair behind my ear or something? It shouldn't take much honestly." He agreed, knowing how easily jealous Bellamy could get. 

"You do realize Bellamy will kill me right?" A small smile crossed your face. "Don't worry about that," you laughed lightly, "I'll make sure he spares you." Your tone was teasing but he still seemed a little hesitant. 

You glanced at Bellamy one more time. He was facing your direction but talking to someone and not looking at you. Sighing you put your hand on Finn's arm and gave him one last questioning look and he nodded. 

You let out a loud laugh, trying to make it sound like the one that's only reserved for Bellamy, and trying to make it loud enough that he'd notice but not too loud that it'd be suspicious. You slowly trailed your hand down his arm as your laugh died off and brought your hand back to your side when you reached his hand. 

Finn was smiling, clearly entertained by your theatrics. He brought his hand up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He went in for the kill and leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear and whispered "He's watching. I know what'll make him snap, but if I die for this I'm coming back to life to kill you too." You let out a small laugh again and he brought his hand up to your waist then slid it to the small of your back. 

You bit your lip trying to contain your laugh because Finn was definetly in for it now. He pulled his face away from your ear but kept it close to your face. You heard someone clear their throat from behind you and you immediately took a step back and turned around. 

As expected, Bellamy's angry eyes met your's when you faced him. You put on your sweetest smile as if you hadn't just been fake flirting with Finn and let out a breathy, "Hi." 

He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced behind you at Finn. 

"Are you okay?" You kept up the sweet act hoping it'd make him go easier on your punishment later. His jaw clenched and he looked between you and Finn once more before grabbing your arm and dragging you away. 

You put up a little bit of a fight, but your excitement was only growing. "Ow. Hey! Bellamy, I was busy talking to Finn."

He stopped and turned to you and his expression made you take a step back- you were really in for it now. 

"I'm sure you were very busy talking to Finn."

"Yeah, I was." You tried taking your arm out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder. He turned around again and went straight to his tent, opening the flap and pushing you inside. 

"Ow fucking watch it!" 

He closed the flap and rushed toward you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, princess." His voice was quiet but full of jealousy and anger. He took a step back and looked you up and down, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes landed back on yours, "Take off your clothes." 

You stood there deciding how to play this. Submit willingly and he'd probably reward you... but also he probably wouldn't because of tonight's events. Or make things harder for him. Realizing both options would probably have similar outcomes you choose the fun one. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and just stared at him. He squared his shoulders and raised his chin making him look more intimidating and took a step toward you. 

"Take of your clothes." His voice laced with venom, kind of scaring you but you held your ground and just kept looking up at him. 

"Are you sure this is how you want to play this, princess?" 

You didn't move. 

He sighed and clenched his jaw, "Fine."

He took another step toward you and began taking off your jacket, but not without a fight from you. Unsurprisingly, he succeeded and tossed it to the floor. 

He took out a knife from his side pocket in his pants and your eyes widened. You moved to step back but he grabbed your hair and tilted your head back and said, "You might want to stay still for this." He smirked as you stayed frozen, your breathing labored, then lowered the knife to your shirt and cut it down the middle, "Hey!"

You didn't get to finish because he raised the knife to your throat, his eyes telling you, ordering you, to shut up. And you did. He dropped the knife and then took off your shirt, ripping off part of the bottom and bringing it up to your mouth. 

"I told you to watch your mouth." He said while starting to gag you. You pushed him back still not ready to completely submit yet and he grabbed your wrists, "Do I need to get the handcuffs too?" 

You stared at him and clenched your jaw, eyes wandering to some of stuff that came with the guard uniform he came down in. He smirked at you again and set down the piece of cloth.

"Fine." 

He walked over to the pile and grabbed the cuffs. He forced you around, now facing his makeshift bed, and he took off your bra before you even realized what was happening. 

"Hey-" you started turning around but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your top half into the bed, forcing your hands behind you. Once they were cuffed he lifted you and turned you around and picked up the piece of cloth. 

"Open." 

Not surprising either of you, you didn't.

He sighed again and grabbed your jaw forcing your mouth open before inserting the gag and tying it behind your head. He stepped back and looked you up and down with a smirk, clearly impressed with his work. You rolled your eyes.  

You heard the noise before you felt the sting on your cheek and let out a short groan turning back to him, a little suprised. 

"You need to fix your attitude right now unless you want more punishment than you're already getting." 

Now might be a good time to finally submit... but you weren't done having fun yet. So you rolled your eyes again. He brought a hand up to your throat and used the other to slap you again. He studied you for a moment longer before reaching up and pulling the gag out of your mouth. 

"You know what? I know a better way to fill your mouth." He shoved you down to your knees, your face falling forward into his legs from you lack of arm mobility and balance. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back making you whine quietly. 

His hands moved to his belt, taking it off and setting it on the bed. You had a feeling that was going to be used later... He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down just past his balls before taking his cock in his hand and stroking it. 

"You want it?" Smirking more than before if that were even possible. And...yes. You did want it. But you weren't going to tell him that. You sat back on your heels and looked up at him with a bored expression. 

Clearly growing annoying at your behavior he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. When your mouth opened to let out a pained groan he stuck his cock in, suprising you and making you choke a bit. 

"Gagging already? I thought I trained you better than that, slut." You breathed out of your nose and relaxed your throat. With your hands behind your back and his hands in your hair you had no choice but to take as much or as little as he decided to give you. 

After another minute of slowly dragging your mouth over his cock he pulled your head back, "Say "thank you" princess." Your breathing was heavy when you locked your eyes on his, a smirk of your own growing on your face. 

"Thank you, princess." You mocked him and he slapped you harder than the last two times. You groaned and kept your face to the side before he yanked your head back in place and started fucking your mouth again. 

"You don't even deserve my cock." His breathing was getting heavy, "You went through all of that effort with Finn just to throw it away with your attitude." 

Finn. All of that felt like ages ago. 

"You know, if you wanted my cock so bad, all you had to do was ask, not whore around with the entire camp." A particularly rough thrust made you gag again and tears were welling up in your eyes. 

"Maybe you can't help it," his voice was sickeningly sweet, "maybe you're just a fucking cockslut that will take it from anyone who offers." He pulled you off his cock and you slowly shook your head 'no'. 

"No?" 

You raised your eyes to look at him, already starting to submit to him. He pulled your hair up until you're standing and pushed you forward into a kiss. The kiss was messy from all of the spit in your mouth from having your throat fucked but it was perfect. You went to move your hands into his hair but felt the pull of the cuffs on your wrists. 

You pulled back, both of you panting a bit. "Please," you whispered, "I want to touch you. Bell, please." He brought his hand up to the side of your head and you leaned into his touch. 

After another few moments he shook his head. "If you want to be rewarded you need to be good and prove that you deserve it." You immediately nodded your head and he let out a breathy laugh. 

"I can- I'll be good- I am good. Please, Bell." 

"You need to prove it, princess. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy after everything you've done tonight." Hot shame filled your body and reddened your cheeks. You looked at the ground, "I- I'm sorry." you whispered. 

"Please, I'm sorry I-" you broke off into a sob and he shushed you, bringing you into another kiss. 

"It's okay, princess. You'll have your chance to prove it. Sit on the bed." His voice was soft and it made you melt and instantly obey him. 

"Good girl." 

A shaky breath left your mouth. He tucked his dick back in his pants and kneeled in front of you. He grabbed the knife from the floor and put it next to you on the bed with his belt then took off your shoes and socks. He reached up and unbuttoned your pants, grabbing your hips to pull you up onto your feet before sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You stepped out of them and he stood up with you and brought you in to another kiss. 

His hands were everywhere- your back, waist, ass, chest, neck, face. It was heaven. You moaned into the kiss and the hand on your waist squeezed hard until you whimpered. He pulled back and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck, taking his time and leaving as many marks as possible. You moaned his name and longed to touch him, but knew you didn't deserve it yet. 

He pulled back and took a step back as well. His eyes went from yours, to your neck, then down and back up your body. He took off his shirt and you inhaled sharply. He then bent down to take off his shoes and socks and noticed your legs squeezed together. He brought his hands up to your thighs and separated them. 

"Did I say you could feel pleasure yet?" 

You honestly thought he was joking for a second because squeezing your thighs together barely did anything, but he stared at you waiting for your answer. 

"N-no." You disappointed him again. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly. 

He stood and dragged his hands up your body to your waist, "It's okay, princess. Just don't let it happen again."

"I won't." You were quick to answer. He kissed you again but only briefly this time. His fingers tucked into the waist band of his pants and underwear and your mouth started watering.

"I'll ask you one more time. You want it?" He repeated his earlier question and you didn't hesitate to answer this time. 

"Yes. Please. Please Bellamy." Nodding your head. He grabbed your throat to stop the movement and studied your face, "God you're desperate." The degrading words mixed with the adoration in his tone made you almost squeeze your legs together again. He caught the action and looked back up to you with a small smile, "Good girl." 

Your heart fluttered.

He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. Your breathing accelerated as you looked at his body- he's so beautiful.  

"You're so beautiful." 

You froze. Both of you equally suprised by the words that just left your mouth. But he smiled and kissed you hard. 

"Trust me, princess, you're the beautiful one in this relationship." You laughed lightly and shook your head. 

He walked away from you leaving you confused for a second before he returned with the keys and turned you around to take the hand cuffs off.

"Can I please touch you, Bell?" You asked, quietly, wanting to still be good for him. 

"Of course, princess." 

Your hands immediately went to his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Somehow each one was always better than the last. With his hands on your waist, he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him on top of you, starting to get impatient and he chuckled. 

You continued kissing until he pulled away leaving both of you breathless. He stared at you a minute longer then sat up and reached behind himself and grabbed the knife. 

At your sharp inhale he looked back at you. 

"Relax, princess." He twirled the knife around in his hand, examining it, and met your eyes again with a smirk. 

He pressed the flat end of the blade against your nipple and you let out a whine at the cold sensation. He took the blade away then brought his mouth down and licked over it teasingly. You arched your back at the abrupt change in temperature and he pulled his head back to meet your eyes. 

"I'd stay still if I were you."

He trailed the tip of the blade down from your collar bone to your breast, pressing the flat end on your nipple like he had done with the other one. 

"Bell..." Your voice was airy and your breathing labored. He leaned back over your head and lightly trailed the blade down your jawline, then used it to pull your bottom lip down before letting it go. 

"Scared, princess?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, trying to stay as still as possible. You swallowed loudly and just looked up at him unable to form any actual words. 

The cold metal pressed against your throat and your eyes widened even more as you gasped. 

"Answer me." His voice was dark and made you tremble even more than you already were. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

He gave you a small smile, "Good." He studied your face a little before asking, "Color?"

It took you a second to remember what that was supposed to mean because you honestly didn't have any thoughts in your head other than Bellamy Bellamy Bellamy. 

"Green." You nodded. He smiled again and nodded back. 

"I have an idea." He looked at you with mischief and lust in his eyes. He set the knife down next to your head and took the piece of cloth that was still tied around your neck and brought it up to your eyes, blinding you. 

He gave you a short kiss before whispering against your lips, "Is this okay?" You nodded. When he didn't move you realized he was probably waiting for an answer, "Yes." 

"Good girl." 

He kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth easily winning dominance over your own. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving as many marks as he could. He made his way down your chest and sucked your nipple into his mouth before gently biting it. He used his hand to pinch the other one and you let out a low moan, putting your fingers in his hair. He switched and continued torturing your nipples for a little bit longer before trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands were warm as they dragged down your sides. 

With your hands still in his hair you gently pushed his head down, silently asking him to finally give you what you need. His head raised and you felt icy cold on your neck making you freeze. 

"Dont be greedy."

"I'm sorry." 

The pressure was gone from your neck and you let out a heavy breath, relaxing. 

You felt his warm breath over your heat and you unconsciously raised your hips. His hands grabbed you and forced you back down but you were still squirming. You felt cold on the inside of your thigh and immediately froze again. 

He trailed the knife up to your hip before lightly pressing the side into the skin. You whimpered but didn't move. 

"Stay still. If you don't the consequences are your fault not mine." 

You let out a very heavy breath and tightened your fingers in his hair. He lowered his face down to your cunt and pressed a slow kiss against your clit. He licked his tongue from bottom to top and you begged your body to not betray you. 

You whined his name and he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you tighten your grip in his hair even more and let out a loud moan. 

He continued licking and sucking and biting and your moans only grew louder and louder. 

Your hips thrusted up into the knife and you let out a small scream at the feeling of your skin tearing. He pulled his head and the knife away from you and you felt warm and wet on your hip as he licked the blood clean. You moaned the loudest you had all night and he shushed you. 

"Do you want the whole camp to know how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You whined loudly and felt his hand around your throat then a breath at your ear. 

"You do want that don't you, princess? Want the whole camp to hear how good you're being for me?" You continued whining and squirming your hips trying to get friction. 

"You know... I was going to save you the embarrassment of using the belt, but now I'm not so sure." Your hands moved to his back dragging your nails down hard. 

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Having everyone hear your moans when I spank you. Maybe someone would even come in, concerned about all of the screaming. Maybe Finn would come in. See you with your ass up in the air begging me to hit you... begging me to fuck you." 

At this point you were basically sobbing from desperation. Needing him to touch you or do literally anything. 

"Maybe then you'll finally realize that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Sobbing harder than before you nodded your head quickly. 

"O- only you, Bell."

"'Only me" what?" 

"Only you can make me feel like this! Only you can make me feel good- Bellamy, please!"

"'Please" what, Princess? Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me," you sobbed, "Please, Bell I need your cock!" 

You felt him shift and then his weight was gone. You were only confused for a second before you felt hands on your hips turning you on your stomach then raising your ass up. 

"B-bell..." You weren't sure you were actually ready for the entire camp to hear Bellamy spank you, but you trusted him. 

He shushed you and you felt his cock at your entrance. You forced a breath out and shifted your hips back, trying to get him inside already. 

You felt him slowly enter you and then his weight was over your body, mouth by your ear. He moaned your name and you squeezed your eyes shut under the blindfold and opened your mouth in a silent moan. 

He leaned back up and brought his hands to your upper back and pushed down, then pulled out before slamming himself back in. 

He continued slow but hard thrusts until you were crying his name and begging for more. 

"Bell- fuck... Bellamy, please-" you gasped after a particularly hard thrust. 

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"Please. Faster- please I need-" you cut yourself off with a sob but he seemed to understand. He took your wrists from beside your head and brought them behind your back, pushing your face and chest fully into the bed. 

He gripped your wrists tighter and began fucking you faster. You put your face into his makeshift pillow to muffle your screams, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was obvious and anyone near the tent would definitely know what was happening. 

He held both of your wrists in one hand and slapped your ass, making you cry out and arch your back even more. He reached forward to grab your hair and pulled your hair back, "Who owns you?" His voice was full of lust and jealousy and anger. 

"You, Bellamy!" You cried, beginning to near your orgasm. 

"Tell me!"

"You own me, Bellamy! I'm yours!" His thrusts slowed and you whined out a 'no' while trying to move your hips against him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back then took off the blind fold. 

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, your orgasm getting farther and farther away. "Please! Please I need to come- Bellamy!" 

"You come when and if I allow it. You only feel pleasure if I allow it." He lowered his voice and picked up the knife again, putting it to your throat, "You only feel pain... if I allow it." He trailed the blade down your cheek and your mouth opened in a gasp. He slowly put the knife in your mouth and you stuck out your tongue underneath it. 

"Do you understand?" His voice was still quiet but full of dominance. 

You nodded. 

"Good." He took the knife away and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before sliding his cock back into you with a groan. 

"Your body is mine. Your orgasms... are mine. Why is that, princess?" 

"Because I belong to you. I'm yours." You said without hesitation.

He started fucking you again, just as rough as before, and your hands went to his hair. Your legs were starting to burn in this position but fuck it felt so good. He put the knife down and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. 

He put two fingers in your mouth, intentionally making you gag, "This mouth... is mine." He whispered. 

He took his fingers out and moved his hand to grope at your breast, "These tits are mine." He squeezed your nipple and pulled it hard, the pain making you feel so good. 

He moved his hand down to your clit and you gasped, then let out a loud moan, "This cunt... is mine." You nodded and moved your hands to his back, dragging your nails across him. 

He continued rubbing your clit and fucking you and you were dangerously close to your orgasm. Or... Bellamy's orgasm. 

"Bell-" you choked out, overwhelmed by pleasure. 

"Bellamy please!" his hand tightened around your throat and you let out another loud moan. 

"Bellamy, can I- please let me come..." Your voice was softer as you finally accepted that Bellamy is the one who owns you, takes care of you... and whatever he decides, you'll take it graciously. 

He continued staring at you then removed his hand from your clit. You tried not to scream as you felt your orgasm slipping away once again. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue easily invading your mouth. He continued kissing and fucking you for a bit until he finally lifted his face to look at you. His thrusts slowed but were just as rough. 

You took a deep breath and let your desperation subside, Bellamy would take care of you. He knows exactly what you need. 

"What do you want, princess?" His voice was quiet but rough. 

"Can I..." You turned away feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your chin and turned your face back to his. 

"What?" His voice was so sweet and you almost forgot that he asked you something. The hand from your chin moved to the side of your head and you instinctively leaned into it. 

"I want to..." you cleared your throat, unsure why the words were so hard to get out after everything that's happened tonight. 

"Can- can I please make you come? I... I want to swallow it... please..." 

He almost looked suprised- probably expecting you to ask to come again- but he gave you a tiny smile, "What my princess wants, my princess gets." 

His princess. 

With new butterflies in your stomach he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, already missing the feeling of being full. He kissed you again shortly before motioning for you to switch places with him. 

He laid on the bed while you kneeled between his legs, silently waiting for his permission. He nodded and you eagerly dove toward his cock, taking in more than half and almost choking yourself in the process. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him. 

His hands moved to your hair and lightly pulled you off of him, "Slow down, princess." 

You cleared your throat, already feeling sore, and apologized. He moved you back down and you slowly took him into your mouth but this time you went down farther, until your lips were almost at the base. You came back up and pulled off, sucking in a breath of air, then immediately went back down. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him meeting his eyes and he moaned your name. 

"Fuck, princess. Come on... all the way down." He encouraged you as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were at the base. He held you there and you willed yourself not to gag and took a deep breath through your nose. 

Your hands had a death grip on his thighs, but moved one up to play with his balls. 

"Fuck..." He pulled your head up then immediately back down and came, groaning your name. You gagged as your mouth was filled, but he held you down until he was done. You swallowed then immediately coughed and tried to catch your breath. 

He opened his eyes and looked at you, then motioned you forward. You straddled his hips and he pulled your head down into a kiss. This one was sweet. Not rough, but slow and full of love. You raked your fingers through his hair and sighed in content. 

He pulled back then moved his hands to your hips, pulling you forward. You were confused as he kept pulling you but let out a gasp when you realized his intentions. 

He smirked up at you when your knees were on either side of his head and pulled you down onto his face, immediately sticking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair. He stuck his tongue inside you a couple times before moving back to your clit; biting, sucking, and licking. Your hips were grinding against his face and if you weren't so close to coming you might've been embarrassed about it. 

"Bellamy..." You whispered, warning him off your impending orgasm. He pulled his head back and lifted your hips a bit to talk, both of you panting. 

"You can come, princess. Whenever you're ready." 

You let out a huge breath in relief, "Thank you." You basically sobbed out. 

"Th- thank you, Bell." You let out a long moan as he buried his face in your cunt again. His mouth was working vigorously on your clit and you knew you could come any second now. 

With your hands tight in his hair, you moved your pussy against his face, trying to increase the friction. He moaned against you and that sent you over the edge. You were probably suffocating him but all you could focus on was how fucking good this felt. 

"Thank you! Thank you," You sobbed, "thank you..." 

"Bellamy..." You whined, crying harder than before. He lowered his head and lifted your hips off of him, moving you to lay beside him. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair as your crying slowed. 

After a while of silence, only filled by both of your breathing, you spoke. "I... I'm sorry about Finn..." You kept your face buried in his chest but he grabbed you chin and raised it until your eyes met his. He looked between your eyes then at the rest of your face and let out a breath. 

"I know, princess." He had a small smile so that was a good thing right? 

"I just... I just missed you a lot but you've been so busy running the entire camp and... and I don't know. At the time making you jealous seemed like a good idea, but I guess I can't really think straight when I'm horny." You both quietly laughed at that. 

"Also I promised Finn that you wouldn't kill him." He rolled his eyes and laughed again. 

"We'll see." His eyes trailed down your neck and chest and a smirk was forming on his face. 

"...What?" You asked, very suspicious. 

"If the camp didn't know you are mine before... they definitely will now." He started laughing and you raised a hand to your neck, unamused. 

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair, princess?" He was still smiling even though you were frowning at this. 

"If everyone knows that I'm yours then they should know that you're mine too." You glanced at his neck then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow then laid down on his back. 

"Alright then. Go ahead." You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow feeling like this was a trick, and he laughed at that. "What? They should know that I belong to the most beautiful woman in camp." 

"On the planet actually." He corrected. Now you laughed at this. 

"You're just trying to get in my pants again." 

You never wanted this moment to end. 

"Maybe." His smile was as wide as yours. "Keep up the "most beautiful woman on the planet" crap and you'll get there." Your laughter died down but you were both still smiling like idiots. 

He cleared his throat and leaned a little back from you. "Get it over with then."

"'Get it over with'? Excuse me?" He was holding back a laugh and you dove into his neck biting the skin making him hiss. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and licking as you went, trying to leave as many marks as he did. 

You were half on top of him and his hands settled on your back then moved down to grip your waist.

His mouth was right next to your ear as he whispered, "If you don't stop soon, I will be getting into your pants again tonight." You chuckled and pulled back, staring at him until he leaned up to kiss you, soft and slow. You smiled into the kiss and he slowly started smiling as well. 

You leaned back, laying next to him in his arms and fell asleep to him stroking your hair. 

When you woke, Bellamy wasn't there. You vaguely wondered what time it was but were way to tired to care. Before you could fall back asleep though, you were woken by someone coming in the tent. You squinted your eyes open and saw Bellamy. 

He kneeled by the bed and offered you a cup, "I figured you'd want some water." He blushed at the implication. You took it and chugged the entire thing, already feeling the soreness slowly go away.   

"Thanks." You rasped. God your throat was going to be sore for at least a day or two. 

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Don't be." You smiled at him hoping he understood to not feel bad about it. That you liked the constant reminder of your time with him- the ache in your cunt was a pretty good reminder as well. 

"What time is it?" 

"Almost 11. Perks of being the princess, I gave you the morning off." He teased, smiling at you. You laughed and shook your head. "I take it I'm on afternoon and night duty then?" You weren't a guard because Bellamy wouldn't let you anywhere near the woods with out him so you did what you could around camp. Helping Clarke with medical stuff, building the wall, cooking food. Whatever needed done. 

You started getting dressed and putting your shoes on. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't let the people think I have favorites can I?" When you were dressed you slowly stepped toward him and put your palms on his abs sliding them up to hang around his shoulders. 

"Not even if I can bribe my way out of it?" Your face was inches from his and he put his hands on your hips, holding you tight. 

"What did you have in mind?" 

You brought your lips to his neck and kissed up to his ear while trailing a hand down his chest and stomach resting on the top of his pants. You gently bit his ear lobe then whispered, "I can think of a few things." 

His hand moved to your neck and he pushed your head back to look at him. You bit your lip and tried to give him the best faux innocent look possible. 

You moved your hand to the button on his pants but didn't try to undo it yet. 

"Well? My king..." You smirked at him, on the verge of laughing, and his grip around your throat tightened. He stared at you another minute before his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. He let go of your throat and stepped out of reach from you. 

"No. I'll see you back here tonight." You laughed as he adjusted his pants before leaving the tent. 

You made sure you had everything you needed before leaving the tent. You walked over to the food and grabbed some fruit. Someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Finn. He was smiling but as soon as he saw your appearance he burst out laughing. You crossed your arms, unamused. 

"I take it it worked then?" He smirked, trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Is it that bad?" You raised and hand to your neck subconsciously. When he didn't answer and just kept looking at you like that you sighed, shaking your head. 

"I told him not to kill you but I'm starting to change my mind." You gave him a sarcastic smile and he raised his hands in defense. 

Your attention was caught by Bellamy walking up to you. He put an arm around your waist but was looking at Finn. 

"Everything okay?"

"Yep!" You answered even though he was still staring at Finn, hard expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw and Finn excused himself. 

"You don't have to be so mean to the poor kid." He looked at you and his expression softened but he rolled his eyes. Sighing and trying to let it go he removed his arm from your waist and moved in front of you. 

"Octavia said she could use some extra help with the meat."  

"Alright." You smiled and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and yanked you toward him, your bodies now pressed together. He slid his arm across your lower back and his other hand went to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. It was far too passionate for being in the middle of camp but it was perfect.

[pumpkinbxtch]

good morning, a request please apollo/lestrange x reader how percy and poseidon react, if apollo asks the reader to marry him (apollo found his definitive soulmate in the reader)

.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ “beach proposal”

— apollo/lester x fem!daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: Apollo don't needs any other proof to know that you are the definitive love of his life. Hard thing to say like a god. Now he will ask for your hand but not before announcing himself to your father and your brother, Percy Jackson.

warnings: none, i think. yep, still using swear words.

A/N: goood morning (it's late at night) first things first, thank you for share me your cute desires, second, yes i will and here you have. enjoy, please. forgive me if it's not worthy of you.

- From the other side of the milky way, María 🩵

His immortal heart was beating so fast that he thought he could die (reallu, he definitely already knew how it felt)

He kept his eyes fixed on the sun from Long Island Sound. The golden hour illuminated the water and the sweet aroma of strawberries invaded his lungs; the strawberries from camp half-blood. He had never felt this anxious and at peace at the same time.

He had been through so much, he had waited so much, he had wished for so much, but, above all, he loved you so much…

Now he could see everything even more clearly.

The breeze rustled his brown and golden hair.

He closed his eyes, said a blessing and gave thanks. He gave thanks for his journey as a mortal, he gave thanks because he did not allow himself to forget the beauty of being human and because love blessed him when he saw you.

That is, when he actually saw you.

Being a god, you can be everywhere at the same time, but you lose your sense of appreciation for everything that exists. When you're human, uhm no.

From that day on, life afterward was eleven times more colorful, beautiful and full of meaning because you also saw him. I mean, yes. Apollo is a god, who wouldn't see that? But at that moment it was Lester. If before he had no regrets, now even less.

“You'll end up forgetting her, she's just another mortal” They said. “Gods, now she's really in trouble,” the campers said the first few days.

“Another whim? Make sure she doesn't end up so bad this time,” Zeus, his father, reprimanded him.

The small waves broke gently on the shore, and he walked so close to it that his feet were slightly sunk in the wet sand.

—Hey, Apollo!

The named turned slowly, and his heartbeat accelerated even more.

Percy Jackson.

The young man stumbled forward in the sand. He took off his converse, threw them away with a curse, and ran towards him.

—Why did you call me to come here?

His legs began to shake.

— Percy, I…

— Wait — the black-haired raised his hand — And my sister?

He looked at Percy, his brow furrowed and sea-colored eyes examining him from head to toe as if he were searching for clues of some crime in his clothes. Apollo couldn't help but smile.

—In the camp, greeting everyone. She hasn't been here in a while.

The boy noded. The sand splattered from his ankles was washed away by a small wave.

—Neither do I, — said the son of Poseidon, with a certain nostalgia in his voice.

Poseidon…

—But, —Percy searched the god's eyes. Always insightful — We're all in New Rome now. Why bring her first and then call only me?

Apollo reached out and took Percy's hand. All in a slow and careful way. He thought that any rude move and Percy would have an outburst for how close he was treating him. But, to his surprise, it was not like that.

The green eyes admired him with slight confusion, and they walked together into the waters.

To Apollo, every step felt solemn and warm. His heart could feel a spark of joy, but his stomach was clenching with uncertainty.

When the water reached both of their thighs, cut the steps off. The god raised his hand without letting go of Percy, and he felt a kind of current run through his spine.

Percy had never been so quiet since… Well, ever. But apparently the discretion with which he was handling himself helped him keep the attention of the demigod.

Then, a whirlpool emerged from the waters, and Percy's eyes widened.

— Father?

The sea god stabbed his trident into the sand, reaffirming his position in the water. Apollo let go of the young man's hand and made a small bow, something that did not inspire good news in Poseidon.

He looked at his son and then at the sun god.

— Have you called me?

Percy pointed at Apollo.

— He called US.

Apollo's insides seemed to tangle with each other, almost making him vomit. Apollo gently pushed Percy so that he stood next to his father and looked at them nervously.

Poseidon pressed down on the trident and cleared his throat.

— my daughter, Apollo?

—She's in the camp! —Percy rushed to say, earning a silent scolding from his father.

Apollo bowed briefly in respect. Poseidon narrowed his eyes.

— That's true.

— and why isn't she here?

Percy looked at his father and imitated his action of searching Apollo carefully, again. as if he had committed something unforgivable.

The god paused and extended his hand towards both of them, a small golden light shining together at dusk. When the light died out, he revealed a small chest lying in his palm.

Percy looked at him in confusion, completely unnoticed, but Poseidon gritted his teeth.

— I have found in her, what I have longed for since my existence.

Percy gasped, and his mood made a small whirlwind rise around him.

— No! —he shouted.

Apollo calmed his breathing, trying to stay calm.

— I had never met someone like her.

— No! Lie! —Percy pointed at him with eyes full of anger, or that was fear?— It's one thing for you to be lovebirds, but—

—Son of mine…

— is MY sister!— Percy's chest expanded in such a way that Apollo feared for his ribs, he took a step and knelt, bowing his head.

Poseidon would have imagined that such a show of respect would be directed towards him, but no, it was towards Percy.

how could it not be? Apollo knew that the gods were ignoring their responsibilities as parents. He knew that the most important person for you was the one who had taken care of your back in all those adventures, just as you took care of his, it was him, was your brother.

—She was by my side in my time as a human. She has shown me what love is.— Apollo looked up pleadingly.

—And now you just want to take her away, why?

— I won't take her anywhere, I want to take her as my wife.

— TAKE HER-

— Percy — Poseidon's voice vibrated through the waters, Apollo, still kneeling, gave him a passive but firm look.

The sun god rose and stood in front of the two men.

— Poseidon, Percy…

The youngest clenched his fists and a few small tears appeared in his eyes.

—Actually, she has the last word. I just wanted you guys to be… present.

Both Percy, Poseidon and even Apollo knew that very well. Especially Apollo, what would he do if you said no? He'd probably cry for eons (literally) yet he couldn't stop craving the approval of your brother and your…father.

Then Percy's eyes traveled to his back and he opened his mouth slightly. He felt the greatest chills a god could feel, then he turned.

Your silhouette looming over the coast, bright and full of life. Your eyes lit up when you saw those three gathered together.

Before addressing you, Apollo gave them a look. The three approached the shore, they gave Apollo enough space. They would see you from there, where the water surrounded their ankles.

— my dear… — Apollo said sweetly, trotting towards you and taking your hands.

You were confused. Your father, Percy, why didn't you travel together if he came too? Your eyes looked at your sweet Apollo. His current form was the mix of “old” Apollo with Lester.

As soon as he reached your side, you took his hand.

— What's going on? Are you already in trouble? —You asked with a raised eyebrow and a sideways smile.

Apollo smiled and kissed your knuckles without taking his eyes off you.

—Or I'll be.

You laughed, that melodious laugh. He definitely didn't want to be without you.

— you'll be? because...? — You were confused, your hand still hooked on Apollo's. You looked at your father who smiled calmly and then at Percy, who was staring at you; He only made that expression when he was terrified of something.

You turned your gaze to Apollo, now a little more worried.

— Love?

— My beloved — Apollo whispered, just for you. Without letting go, he got down on one knee and the velvet chest from before appeared. You held your breath.

The waters stirred.

— There is no poem, song, melody, or haiku that can describe the feelings you make me feel. You are what I always wanted, dreamed and desired. — Apollo opened the small box, revealing a ring; Instead of a precious stone, a small pearl was placed on the ring with two laurel leaves made of gold surrounding it. A clear representation of both. — Today I ask you to let me be your husband because it is me who is given the honor of being the owner of your affection. I promise to take care of it and treasure it.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you knelt down to your boyfriend's height.

— I would like to — The mass of water shook the banks with more force.

A few meters away, Percy, your brother, remained standing, no matter how much the water tried to knock him down. A smile formed on his lips and the first tear ran down his cheek.

Poseidon took his son's shoulder, and they walked towards you.

You looked at your father, who smiled gently at you and then gave Apollo a stern look.

— At sea.

— On Olympus —  Apollo said immediately, determined to win. You raised your eyebrow. Were they fighting over the wedding location?

— The sea

— Olympus

— In the ocean

— Delphi

— Enough! — You snorted and looked disapprovingly at both gods.

Your brother was still silent, certainly not usual. You let go of Apollo and took both of Percy's hands.

Your gaze was shining, that made him feel bad for wanting to shake you and wanting to change your mind.

— You know he's not who he once was, Percy— you whispered.

— I know…

— You even said you liked him, brother

— Shhh — the black-haired covered his sister's mouth — if he listens, won't get over it in years

— I heard —  Apollo said between giggles.

Percy pursed his lips.

—Listen, if you do anything to her, I WILL KILL YOU, APOLLO!

—Percy! —His sister shouted.

— I'm going to kill you, I won't forgive you, I KNOW A TITAN-

Poseidon opened his eyes, his sister grabbed him by the neck.

—PERCY! — they both shouted.

Apollo smiled and hugged him.

Poseidon couldn't take it anymore and he was already gone. He promised to have a talk with Apollo.

Percy remained thoughtful, the sun god still hanging around his neck.

—Does that mean you will be Will's stepmother? —He laughed out loud — can't wait to tell Nico.

You and Apollo looked at each other, silently reaching a mutual agreement.

— I think we keep this information for a while.

Percy furrowed his eyebrows and put a hand on his hip. —With those SPIES FROM THERE, I don't think so.

Laughter was heard in the bushes, and around five campers ran when they were discovered.

— Children of Aphrodite. — Percy said, sure of himself —  tomorrow, when we get to Camp Jupiter, all they will know.

You shook your head in amusement.

— Oh, brother. What will become of you when comes the day and tell you that I am expecting a child?

Apollo choked on his own saliva and Percy on his bile. At least you had the last laugh.

[lila-lou]

✨Broken✨

Summary: Dean made a huge mistake and had to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt, -but some fluff in between

Word Count: 1882

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“Goodbye, Dean Winchester”, you giggled as you briskly turned towards your front door. Dean gave you the biggest Smile you had ever see on anyone's face. He shook his head in amusement, his eyes shining. “You’re something else (y/n)”, he chuckled and continued grinning while opening the door of his car. “Oh, you fucking bet!”, You winked at him before parting ways. At least for tonight.

Just a Date. One single date. A single evening. Without sex, without kissing. It only took four hours for you to fall head over heels in love with him. Four hours of your laughter, your sparkling eyes and your sassy jokes were all it took for Dean to fall head over heels in love with you.

3 missed calls.

6 missed calls and 2 messages.

13 missed calls and 8 messages.

"Just leave me alone!", you cursed, throwing your phone in the corner of your dingy motel room as tears steadily streamed down your cheeks. You sat on the floor with your face in your arms and your legs bent, leaning your back against the creaky bed. You never imagined that you would be sitting here like a heap of misery, crying your eyes out. Not because of your fiancée. Not because of Dean.

The two of you had been together for 6 years, engaged for a year and were actually planning on getting married in two months. You had come to terms with his lifestyle, his living situation and all the dangers, the monsters and all that shit that came with his way of life. You sacrificed everything normal for this man… and for what?

Dean was the love of your life and until three days ago you thought he felt the same way, but you were obviously wrong.

8 missed calls.

12 missed calls and 8 messages.

16 missed calls and 18 messages.

You immediately regretted it when you looked at your phone after a way too long shower. Not just because of all the messages and missed calls, but also because of your wallpaper. It showed the happiest moment of your life. A photo Sam had taken shortly after Dean put an engagement ring on your finger. You camped in the mountains of Montana. Dean had waited for the most beautiful sunset of all and proposed to you in front of a beautiful, large lake. As the two of you lay hugged in front of the campfire in the twilight, Sam took advantage of your inattention to take this great snapshot.

“It suits you”, Dean stroked your slim fingers. “It´s beautiful”, you whispered, barely audible, your voice trembling slightly. Your back was pressed against his chest and you were sitting between his legs. With sparkling eyes, you turned to him and looked him in the eyes. “I love you”, you whispered. “I love you”, he replied, just as lovestruck as you. You were so sweet and cheesy that even Sam felt sick at the sight of you two.

As said, the most beautiful and happiest moment of your life.

Wearing only a towel, you sat down on the bed and looked at your hand with the ring. Was it all just lies? Was he that good at hiding his true self?

You had already forgiven him for so much and overlooked so much. Even when he almost killed you as a demon, you didn't stop loving him.

But it was different now.

“Dean… you really up for this? I don’t know if this is such a good idea“, you mumbled as you got out of the shower together 10 days ago. "If not now, when? (y/n), I love you. I couldn't imagine a future with any other woman and I'm sure we would be great parents. Please Sweetheart, give it a shot. Or better yet, let me get to take a shot”, he wiggled his Eyebrows, before taking your hands in his.

“Please, Baby”.

You looked at him doubtfully and there was silence for a few minutes before you took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s try for a little Dean then”, you sighed, still a little hesitant. It was the second biggest smile you'd ever had to see on Dean's lips. His arms wrapped around your body, almost crushing you as he spun you through the air once before carrying you to your bedroom.

You looked at the clock and started getting dressed. It was time to leave the motel and move on. You didn't know where to go yet. You didn't know how long either. What you knew was that you needed space.

Distance from everything and everyone.

You still hoped that Dean had been possessed, hexed or cursed in some way, but based on his and Sam's texts, that was obviously not the case. Drunk, yes. However, nothing more.

You've been gone for four weeks now. Four weeks in which you didn't let anyone hear from you, in which you were constantly on the move so no one could find you and four weeks in which Dean slowly but surely became sick from worry.

"Dean!", Sam knocked on his older brother's door. Dean hasn't come out of his room in three days except to pee. He didn't eat anything, he didn't talk, he just vegetated.

“Come on, buddy. You have to eat something! Starving won't bring her back either”. After fifteen minutes, Sam left the plate in front of Dean's door with a sigh and went back into the kitchen to eat his burger.

Two more days passed before Sam took advantage of his brother's pee break to push him against the bathroom wall with his forearm on his throat. "What the hell is wrong with you! Dean, I know (y/n) meant a lot to you, but look at you!", Sam snapped at his brother. Sam was actually the quieter of the two, but he couldn't see how much Dean was letting himself go. He had probably already lost at least 15 pounds, stopped shaving and was basically just a wreck.

With a firm tug, Dean released himself from Sams grip and looked at him angrily.

“You don´t know shit! I lost her, Sammy! I fucking broke her heart and lost the best thing that ever happened to me. You didn't see her eyes. Shit, how could I be so stupid", Dean's voice grew louder and he found himself angrily punching a hole in the wooden bathroom door. “Fucking shit”, he rubbed his face hard as his knuckles bled. Sam sighed before pulling his brother into a tight hug. Of course, Dean fought back at first, but he was just too weak and too sad, so he allowed it, while a few tears ran down his cheeks.

It took another two days before Sam finally got Dean to shower. A week until he was eating somewhat normally again. Two weeks until he came out of his room again. Three until he went hunting again for the first time. But even after a total of 9 weeks, no smile found its way onto his face.

Just like with you.

Nevertheless, you had to overcome yourself, gather all your courage and push open the heavy iron door of the bunker.

You did your best to go downstairs quietly, but Sam, who was about to go jogging, spotted you immediately.

“(y/n)!”

Even though it was tearing you up inside to be here again, you gave Sam a small smile.

“Hey”, you murmur, letting him hug you tightly once you reach the bottom. You couldn't stop your eyes from glazing over. “I missed you, little one”. Sam kissed your head before letting you out of his embrace and studying you. You looked absolutely exhausted and tired.

It took him a few seconds to find his voice again. “He´s in the garage”, Sam said quietly, looking at you with pity. “I’m... just here to get my things”, you cleared your throat and started to walk towards your shared room, but Sam gently held your arm. “I know he made big mistakes (y/n). And I definitely don't want to protect him. You have every right to leave him, but please tell him you're okay. Please let him say goodbye to you”. Sam’s voice was gentle and soothing, but even his compassionate words, for both Dean and you, didn’t change your broken heart. “I… I can’t, Sam”, you slowly pulled your arm away from him.

“(y/n)... please. It breaks him... Please... He's my brother”.

With tears in your eyes, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around your body. "I'm sorry Sammy. I wish you nothing but the best”, you somehow tried to smile before going into your old room.

When you got there, you were briefly surprised to find no chaos. The room has never been as tidy as it is now, but your heart has never hurt as much as it does now when you look at your bed.

With tears streaming down your cheeks and quiet, barely audible sobs escaping your throat, you grabbed the few things you had from the room.

Carrying a large, fully-packed bag, you looked at the picture of yourself on Dean's nightstand, you swallowed hard and walked out the door, your back first as you pulled the door shut. You wiped away your tears with your free hand as you felt something hard against your back.

“(y/n)”.

His voice gave goosebumps all over your body. It was so deep, rough, scratchy. Emotionally charged. Full of regret and sadness. And yet you heard a glimmer of hope. Maybe you wanted to hear that too. Who knows.

You both stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds until Dean tried to turn you around with his hand on your waist, but you immediately slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t you dare touch me ever again!”, you hissed loudly. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes again. Dean didn’t flinch at your reaction. He wasn't surprised and couldn't blame you. His eyes also slowly filled with tears when he saw the bag over your shoulder.

Dean wanted to take you in his arms, hold you close to him and never let you go. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, show you what a big mistake he had made, prove to you that something like that would never happen again. He would do anything to make up for what he did to you. You were his everything. The love of his life. He wanted to build a future with you. He wanted to have a baby with you. A family. You were his world.

But when he saw the bitterness through all your tears, he knew he had lost. The curtain closed. That's it. The end. He had destroyed everything.

“I love you (y/n)”, he whispered, barely audible.

“You never did”, you replied with a dry throat, taking his hand and placing your engagement ring in it.

"Goodbye Dean Winchester".

———————————

A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 Again, I'm thinking about writing a second or even third part. I guess I just can't stick with one-shots ._.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

« Anywhere with you is home || Astarion ||

A/n: part 2 of the angst fic cause god knows I can’t keep things for sad for very long. I also apologize for how short this might be.

The ending of this song really helped.

Perhaps he deserved this, that thought swirling in his mind as he sat at your grave. Tears long dried, voice raw, he felt nothing, he felt empty.

This was his punishment for every thing he had done, he had lost the only person that had ever cared for him, all for power.

He could still feel your warm hand on his cheek, the last words you whispered to him before you slipped away.

“I love you too…I never got to properly tell you. Did I?”

He wasn’t sure how long he sat here and he wished that this stupid tadpole would leave his mind so he could just burn up in the sun, then at least he would feel something.

Slipping away from your grave, he numbly made his way back to the camp. His mind swirling with thoughts, thoughts of you, thoughts of what the others might say.

Astarion took a step forward, he knees buckled under him as he feel to the ground. He felt trapped, like he was stuck in a cell, his hand clutching his blade tightly.

He's waiting to die as he sits all alone,He's a man in a cell who regrets what he's done.

Squeezing his eyes tightly, the blade slipped from his finger, a cry uttering from the depths of his soul.

"Oh, forgive me, I want her to come home”

He then heard it, heard that familiar voice, one he knew so well.

Then he heard a voice somewhere deep inside.

Crawling though a few feet of dirt, you were happy that weren’t buried much deeper. Throwing up the dirt, the blood your head whipped around until your eyes landing on Astarion. His back turned to you, his body shaky.

Biting your lip you lowered your eyes taking a step forward, your body still feeling stiff. “I know…I know you’ve murdered and I know you’ve lied.”

And it said, "I know you've murdered, and I know you've lied.”

Taking another step forward, you reached out placing your hand on his shoulder. “And I’ve watched you suffer for so long.”

And I have watched you suffer all of your life.

Another step, then knelt down resting your head on his shoulder as your arms wove around his waist giving him a small squeeze. “And now that you’ll listen, I’ll tell you that I will love you for you.”

Astarion tensed, his breath haltered.This couldn’t be real, you couldn’t be here, you were dead.

Placing your lips against his cheek, your new fangs grazing across the nape of his neck. “Not for what you have done or what you will become,I will love you for you, I will give you the love,The love that you never knew.”

Turning his body, tears in his eyes he then slowly brought a shaky hand to your cheek. “You’re alive..you-.”

He took in sight of your form, you were covered in dirt, blood and grime but you still looked beautiful

“You don’t have to apologize Astarion. I know what that power did. I know that it kill’s your soul…So please do not apologize.”

Shaking his head, he pulled you in for a tight hug as he pressed his lips to the side of your head. “I love you, I love you.”

Feeling his tear’s on your neck, he clung to you desperately. He will miss the warmth of your skin but as along as you’ll be by his side, as long as you’re here then he will be happy.

Smiling, you let your fingers run down his back gently to sooth him. You didn’t care you would end up, because anywhere with Astarion was home.

Love you for you

Not for what you have done or what you will become

I will love you for you

I will give you the love

The love that you never knew

[bonefall]

So I decided to read through Bramblestar's leader ceremony from the original Ultimate Guide today- and I had a thought: have you chosen what cats give him his lives in Better Bones already? Granted, I'm sure you'll gut some of the canon placements for not knowing him in life (Lionheart) or being alive by the time he becomes leader (Goldenflower, Ferncloud, Mousefur) but Bluestar imparting clear judgement is a fun virtue considering his actions are anything but. Plus, Jayfeather could always gripe about it when he argues with Bramblestar. 'Wow Bramblestar, you sure displayed clear judgement when you asked me to let Sunrise BLEED OUT IN CAMP!'

I hadn't picked yet actually! I also haven't read his leader ceremony in aaaages. I never really liked it, felt full of TPB fanservice and didn't really say a lot about Bramblestar as a leader.

(But tbf that is probably because the writers have no idea what they're doing with him. He's generically noble and they have a double standard against female characters, so they just use his man pain to make the girls in his life feel wretched without examining WHY having defiant women in his life bruises his ego so easily)

But anyway, I don't have a FINALIZED thing yet, but here's a rough draft. It's a total overhaul. A big difference in BB and Canon is that Bramblestar is leader BEFORE the reveal, and long before the Battle of the True Eclipse. So all of these picks have to be from Po3 and before.

(BB context: Firestar was killed offscreen during the Fire Scene in an assassination, Ashfur took advantage of the situation to attack the Three. It was an arson set by Whiskernose and carried out by Thornclaw, Breezepelt, and possibly Harespring. Ashfur is still on the run, suspected of killing Firestar to hurt Squilf because he failed to hurt her kits)

(also if you want FULL full context go look at BB!Hollyleaf's character summary)

Gorseclaw -- Righteousness. His progenitor ancestor who set history into motion by betraying his siblings during Ripplestar's Rot, and whose curse continues down through the generations. He tells him he's proud. He SEES how much he's struggled. He's had to make hard choices that everyone else thought would be easy, and he understands. But he's done the right thing... and he tells him to keep doing it. Bramble briefly feels hot with shame-- did he really have so many ancestors in the Dark Forest that he had to hear from someone so ancient? Tigerstar, Pinestar, Oakstar... this life unsettles him and sets the tone for the rest of the ceremony

Snowcarve (Snowkit) -- Opportunity. The last time Brambleclaw saw his little uncle, he was carried off by a hawk after shoving one of them out of the way. He stands as a proud, starry adult before him: the age he would have been. He "speaks" through unfamiliar glyphs that form beside his head, and Brambleclaw knows somehow that this is the writing that he had been working on before his death. Snowcarve commands that he watch for that which he would have missed, to listen to those who are different and have new ideas, for opportunity is silent and tender. If your mind and heart are closed to what could have been, you will miss your chance and never know what you could have had. Brambleclaw tries to bring up that he's sorry he didn't save him-- Snowcarve taps his ear and shakes his head, giving him a stern glare. The words say, "you did not need forgiveness. It was my choice and I have never regretted it." In fact, he can wave his tail and welcome the next life;

Yellowfang -- Judgement. She asks him, "Would you ever blame a kitten for what someone else did?" Bramble is confused, "Of course not?" "Then stop blaming yourself for what others have done for you. I ran back into that fire to save my herbs and leeches. I put myself there, and Firestar knew that. Stop confusing blame for experience, guilt is not wisdom, pain is not good judgement."

Feathertail -- Kindness. A little bit of understanding goes a long way. When you get wrapped up in your anger, or your fear, slow down and consider the feelings and intentions of others. You'll find that most people are good. (He accepts the life but stops himself from arguing with her-- ok, sure, but what about everyone who isn't? He has a bit of a thought spiral wondering if the wise cat he'd travelled with had changed or if she was ever wise at all)

(Idk which elder is dying in Po3 yet, if it's Frostfur or Mousefur, but one of them gives a life) -- Confidence. There was a time where their own judgement lapsed, and they pinned their anger on him. They apologize for it, and tell him that this life is for living in spite of that. The strength to mind that you can't control what other people think of you, and the firmness to commit to what he believes is right.

Brackenfur -- Negotiation. To remember that every action sends a message, to understand that you must remain calm and make the right concessions to accomplish greater things. Don't let emotions like anger, offense, and spite cause you to ruin something you may have worked hard to build. (Brambleclaw is by the halfway point totally missing the point that these cats are trying to teach him nuance and mindfulness, and mostly feels betrayed and confused. He knows most of these things... and did the elder not just tell him to have confidence in himself in spite of people who hate him?)

Speckletail -- Courage. When everyone runs away, you run TOWARDS. People will rely on you now, and StarClan will give you the power to protect them. No storm, no beast, and no tyrant will find its way through you. When he takes the life he feels the rage and FEAR she did when she ran towards the bulldozer, the pride in her power as she attacked the human, and learns that Thornclaw was wrong when he told them she looked satisfied on the way down. After kicking him out she was terrified, but overwhelmed by relief and LOVE that her grandson was safe. It makes him collapse, and as he gets back up he's in tears, asking "i thought this was a life for courage, you were afraid!!" And Speckletail puffs her chest up proudly, "Courage is being terrified and doing it anyway."

Swiftpaw -- Acceptance. He has no warrior name. He has no adult form. When Brambleclaw asks him for his title, he simply says, "I give you this life to know when to accept what you cannot change, and the wisdom to see what you can't control." Brambleclaw can't help himself, this ceremony has been a horrible experience, "what a terrible life!" Swiftpaw dips his head solemnly, "yet without it, what a terrible death." But Swiftpaw also reminds him, this is not a part of his life that he cannot change. He can move on with only eight lives, and he will understand. But Brambleclaw says no, "I have a clan to protect. This is one of the things I can't control." He is surprised by how soothing the life is when he gets it though. He doesn't feel any of Swiftpaw's pain as he died. It's not about that. It's the quiet embrace of the void, the shouting as the patrol finds him and Brightpaw, falling away into silence, accepting that he is dying, and that it's okay to let go.

Firestar -- Trust. It HAS to come at the end.

Firestar opens up by asking Brambleclaw what's wrong, seeing how exhausted he is. He responds, his voice trembling, "I hoped it would be reassuring, but I feel more lost and powerless than ever. How can I be responsible for so many people? How will I protect them all? I will be blamed for everything that goes wrong and never know if I made the right choice!" Firestar goes hm, genuinely and sympthetically, "Those are very heavy and legitimate doubts for a new leader to have. I felt the same things when I was in your paws. He waves his tail, "So, I will give you the value that it took me many years to learn, something you were not given and so feel you cannot give. With this life I give you TRUST. You will face many trials in the near future, Brambleclaw. Your truth will crumble. Secrets will be revealed, friends will turn out to be foes, those you think are enemies may be allies, but you must not lose the ability to find the good in all of them. Remember that trust is a choice and an honor. Apply it wisely, but bestow it generously."

Bitterly, but with what dignity he can have in this situation, Bramblestar murmurs sadly, "So there will be betrayal, but I must still trust? I had hoped that you, of all ancestors, would not speak in riddles"

Though the world is blurring and the spirits of StarClan are fading away, he catches something pained and complex in Firestar's expression. Like he has so much to say, doesn't have the exact words to express it, and he's running out of time to find them.

"There were no riddles," he shouts already sounding far away, "Listen to what we have told you and you will find the way!"

(Basically he's shouting "WE WERE VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD ACTUALLY!!!")

We wouldn't get to see this happen in Cruel Season though, since it would be offscreen and not important to the plot of that book. I'd rather get it into Bramblestar's Thorns, which is about Alderheart, Sparkpelt, and the ways that they've been impacted by him as a toxic father.

The ceremony is written to highlight his major flaws. Especially the way that he's bursting with doubt, pain, and immediately tends to make things about himself without realizing. Bramblestar is a very unhappy person, and he often extends that misery to other people.

he's a tragedy to me, man. All these people turning out to tell him that love and faith exists for him and he can't even see it.

Anyway, bonus, some other thoughts for possible lives; (still possible some of these guys get swapped out)

Lionheart, his uncle, who died before he was born. He'd give a good life for wisdom but I think these others are a lot stronger.

Birchface, one of his Tigerkin ancestors in StarClan. Decided against him in favor of Gorseclaw; I think Gorse's both more interesting AND his distance is a good point of doubt for Bramble. They had to go back 4 generations to find a direct ancestor who isn't damned to hell. Birch would have just waffled about admitting mistakes anyway, still too fearful to admit that he is responsible for getting Frecklewish and Oakstar damned.

Bluestar, a leader who contributed to the death of his brother and mistrusted him when he was young... but honestly I feel she is kinda irrelevant. He didn't know her well.

Elderberry, one of his apprenticehood friends and the twin of Ferncloud/older sister of Ashfur. It could be cool for her to give a life of mercy and ask him to be rational about Ashfur's crimes (starclan won't say outright that Ashfur didn't do it because they're not entirely sure he was uninvolved until after his death in a few chapters, Dark Forest influence hiding the assassins), but it's actually a lot more important that StarClan is trying to warn him about the LEADER he will be and fatal flaws he will display for arcs and arcs, not waste a life on teasing the plot of a single book.

Cinderpelt, his cousin who died tragically. There's no reincarnation thing so she could be here to give a life, but I think the current list is a lot stronger.

Lynxkit, his oldest sister. Strongly considered her for acceptance but I think Swiftpaw's WAAAY stronger and I don't need both of them.

[fallenclan]

are you up for doing more of those lore tidbits... I would love to see some for beach polycule, lightningtail, moo, rustbee, bristleheart, sagespeckle, patchback, broccoli, and ravenshade!!!!!

-🦝

sure! i love doing the lore tidbits tbh, i think i should do them more often

-Sandsnap sometimes misses Cricketclan, but he doesn't regret his decision to leave. He was found there as a kit and taken in, but throughout his kithood and apprenticeship he never really felt at home. He had friends, but nobody he was especially close with, so when he started his new life in Fallenclan he was almost always very chipper, just because he was so glad to feel like he fit in. Some of the other apprentices would rib on him for making them look bad next to him.

-Juniperfoot and Myrtleclaw first met when Myrtleclaw joined the clan with his injured tail. Juniper also had an injured tail at the time, so they were both in the medicine den together. They weren't allowed to go out training or hunting until the wounds had closed, so they spent a few days talking to mostly just each other, realizing how much they had in common and how well they got along. Juniper spent a lot of their conversations talking about Sandsnap (Sandpaw, at the time) so Myrtle was very excited to meet him. The three became a trio almost immediately.

-Lightningtail is very close with her kids, but was closest to Lionsong. She had nightmares for months after he died. It took her a long time to come out of her shell again, but when she did, she became fast friends with Mothspots and Crowflame, and remains so to this day.

-Moo is a shameless flirt, but he does it entirely as a joke. As soon as someone takes it seriously or starts flirting back, he gets flustered. The cat that does it the most is Skyfrost.

-Rustbee has had dreams from Starclan since he was a kit. Mostly warnings--Starclan knew that the Archclan camp was going to burn down, and that he would die if he stayed. He mostly ignored them until the last minute, which ended up saving his life. He doesn't have the dreams very often any more, and when he does, he usually dismisses them as his imagination.

-Bristleheart has a lot of ambition, but not for himself--instead, he has it for his daughters, Quailcall and Nightgleam. He loves them both dearly, but often urges Nightgleam to try for the position of deputy, which she isn't interested in but pretends to be for her father's sake.

-Sagespeckle doesn't believe in Starclan. The only other cats he's told are Bristleheart (who doesn't care either way) and Antbite, who promised not to say anything, since he knows word would get to the other clans and Sagespeckle could lose his position as medicine cat.

-Patchback was kicked out of Antlerclan for attacking a clanmate.

-Broccoli, having grown up with twolegs, can speak dog. During the battle when the hounds flooded the camp, he was out on patrol. He can't help but wonder if there was something he could have done.

-Ravenshade is extremely protective of his mother and littermate, especially since Gyoza died. There are very few lengths he wouldn't go to in order to keep them safe and happy, but sometimes he's blinded by this loyalty, and will do things they don't want him to for (what he perceives is) their own good.

[foster-the-world]

I love

I love when I get to hang out with any of my kids one on one. We need to make concentrated efforts to do it more often. I'm home with baby boy all week while my husband took the girls to Cali to see his parents/sister.

Baby boy is so much fun alone (as I've said a million times). We went to the Children's Museum and the MOMA kids art lab. Kids art lab was underwhelming but he enjoyed himself. Did a quick walk through of the art. He wasn't too impressed.

We had an indoor monkey bar system set up yesterday. It took the guys a lot longer then they planned. Last night I was regretting the choice. Felt a little too risky. I think I know how we can make it safer. Its supposed to be a part of his sensory diet. We used some funds we got when the DOE reimbursed for some OT costs.

Rebel was sick Thursday night. Thankfully fine all day Friday. Flew out very early on Saturday. His parents picked them up with masks and dropped them off at a hotel. They were supposed to go right to the cousins house and were scheduled to stay with his parents. I guess his parents were worried about the stomach bug. Which is understandable but I thought it was rude not too let my husband know beforehand. He got up at 4am to take two kids on a six hour flight by himself. He would have warned the girls they were expected to go isolate in a hotel room. Of course, my husband is a Saint and just went along with it. If my parents didn't see my girls for three months there is zero chance they would give up even one hour with them - sick or not. And they weren't even sick anymore. She never had a fever. Threw up 36 hours before. Anyway not my rodeo.

Baby boys ezcema is not good. His poor little cheeks. I guess its just the cold weather.

My own scalp is so, so, so itchy. Before the last month I've never in my life had this problem. No dandruff just itchy/burning. Its not a super bad pain level but its nonstop. It keeps me awake at night. I'm assuming its related to the low iron and the hair loss. Not sure what to do. Trying shampoos right now. Probably need to do some kind of eating changes but not sure exactly what and also don't want to. My skin is also itchy but that's less persistent. The skin is also something I'm used to when the weather gets cold like this.

DOE is giving new options for baby boy since they can't find providers. I'm on the fence. It involves a different school. Its not far away, is an inclusive classroom (8 special ed kids, 8 gen ed), would include all providers (OT, PT and speech) , and would include free summer camp which also includes all providers. These are all big benefits. Its a fancy private school - which is not our vibe. I guess they reserve some DOE spots. I don't really want my poorly behaved (but o so sweet) black boy to be a scholarship kid (in essence) in a school full of rich white kids. In their defense I think by private school standards it is more diverse then most. I don't want my kids to grow up with kids who think spending $60K a year for school is normal. I think it just gives a view of the world I don't want them to have. But that's more of a concern for older grades. Not an issue for 4yo's. He can go back to our little public school for K. We need to figure out a place for providers and this maybe our best option. The free summer camp is a big draw. I need somewhere that can handle kids like him. One that is paid for and includes his services would be a huge win. They do swimming lessons and teach Spanish. He's actually picking up some Spanish vocabulary (numbers, colors, animals) so a place where that can grow would be great. DOE is setting up a tour after winter break. I'm sure its a very nice facility. Let's see how it goes. I won't hold my breathe until a solution is actually implemented.

[creepypastasomethingsomething]

Hi I was wondering if it's all right can I please ask for a yandere Bloody Painter with a quiet and gentle darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues and because it's cute

Can it be where the darling is more scared of him abandoning them then the fact he's kidnapped them and where the darling asks him why he loves them / kidnap them

I'm sorry if this is too much or this sounds weird

You don't take this and have a nice day or night

I hope you also have a nice day or night :)

Also, this fashion is really cute

I hope this is good enough

Yandere Bloody Painter X Quiet and Gentle Reader

TW: Mentions of murder and blood

You were a quiet and gentle person and kind to those around you

That's something Helen, The Bloody Painter, liked about you

You weren't loud or obnoxious, and you weren't mean or bullied others

He also thought you fashion sense was interesting and cute

You caught Helen's eye after he saw you help a lost kid back to his parents when he wandered a bit too far out in the forest, and stumbled into your camping sight

After that, he began to watch you and the way you lived

He decided to wait until you were walking home one night and cloriform you when he was sure nobody was around, and take you back to his home

He stalked you wherever you went, took pictures of you, which he would later paint on a large canvas, and he would usually follow you home without your knowledge

He even made it in your home a few times to watch you sleep, but stopped when he accidentally triggered an alarm when leaving

When he wasn't stalking you, he painted pictures of you and hung them around his house, just so he could admire your beauty

You, on the other hand, didn't seem to know you were being stalked

When Helen triggered an alarm in your home, you only thought someone was breaking into it to steal items or to kill you

You didn't have any idea it was your stalker

Whenever someone was rude or bullied you, like a coworker or a mean neighbor, they always seemed to go missing

That caused the police to come and investigate you, but it was proven that you didn't do anything criminal

Though that didn't stop people from being suspicious, but people left you alone

No one knew that Helen was the cause of all this, and he felt a bit bad that you had to do with his actions

But he did enjoy torturing and killing those who hurt you, and use their blood in his art

After about a year, Helen decided enough was enough and began to form a plan on how to get you to be his

After you woke startled and scared in his basement, Helen tried to comfort you with a bone crushing hug, a kiss to the forehead, and offerd you a glass of cool water

To his surprise, after a few minutes, you didn't seem to mind, but you were a little confused, and shocked, on seeing all the paintings of yourself

Helen explained to you that he loved you with all his heart, and he didn't want you to leave him, and that if you ever tried to escape he would do something he would regret

That's why you were in his basement

You took the news pretty well, considering you were kidnapped by your stalker with a tons of, admittedly impressive, pictures of you

For a few weeks you were pretty distant to Helen, and didn't like being in the basement all the time

So to try and make you more comfortable, Helen would buy you items, such as clothing, accessories and jewelry, that fit the kind of fashion you wore

After a couple of weeks, finally realizing that you would probably never leave, you began to open up to him more, which led to him bringing you up to his room out of the basement, and even told you parts of you past after a couple of months

You told him you were abandoned by different people in your life, like a family member, a significant other. and a "good friend", lus making you being to start to have abandonment issues

To cope with this, you began to wear Jirai Kai fashion, and usually pushed others out of you life if they got too close

You also told him you weren't that scared of him anymore, and didn't seem to care that he kidnapped you

You were more afraid of him abandoning you than anything

With a hug, Helen assured you that he would never do such a thing, and that he loves you more than anything

Then, unexpectedly, you asked him a question you've wanted to ask him of a while

"Why do you love me?"

At first. Helen was speechless, then he snapped out of it

He told you that heloved you for various reasons. For your personality and how gentle you were, and your beauty and how much of a good of a model you were

After many, many, many more compliments about your personality and looks, (and some instances of Helen saying he took care of those "dirty bullies") you seemed convinced that he wouldn't leave you

And Helen was intending to keep it that way

[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (20)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, the usual Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: i have produced another chapter by some miracle.

‘Treacherous’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"This is where you’ve been living?" Druig asked, a hint of suspiciousness in his voice, as you approached your apartment building. 

"This is where I’ve lived most of my life," you replied. "Why? You don’t like it?" You weren’t sure why you asked, why you were looking for some kind of approval from him. He’d made it clear this wasn’t permanent. 

He glanced around at your surroundings, from the other buildings lining the streets to the people walking around you two. "It’s safe, yes?"

You also took a second to survey the area—something you hadn’t really done before. You just grew up around here, it was all you really knew. Questions or concerns of safety were few and far in-between. You just…lived. But you knew it was natural for Druig to consider such a thing if his secluded paradise and rough attitude was any telltale sign of his worries about everything. 

"Besides the alien attacks and the world almost ending, yeah, I think the city is safe," you answered, trying to keep your tone light.

Druig sighed. "That’s not what I meant."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Are you just looking for a reason for us to leave? You promised at least one night here. You might love it."

"One night," he said, pointedly. "That was the…compromise."

"I’m well aware that what we did was called compromising," you laughed, "but that seems to be a big new word for you."

Druig frowned. "I compromised all the time when we lived in the village."

"I’d argue not as willingly." You smirked and bridged a bit of space between you two. His face was hard to read, which wasn’t surprising, but you could sense his worries almost clear as day. The push and pull of soulmate bonds never failed to catch you by surprise. 

"Well, as I said at the diner," Druig muttered, "I have a fresh perspective on time."

"Then we shouldn’t waste it out here, should we?" 

Druig let out a defeated sigh. "It’s your parents I am meeting, yes?"

You nodded. "My ex was around not too long ago if you’d prefer to meet him."

Druig visibly flinched at your words and although you were just teasing him, you regretted it instantly. The joke seriously did not land and it was evident by the sudden moodiness. 

"Druig, I’m—,"

"He was here? In your apartment?"

"Yes," you replied, "he was in my kitchen. We talked for a bit. He was just a loose end to tie up, do you understand?"

"He was only in your kitchen?"

"Of course," you answered him immediately, trying to keep your cool. 

"Did your parents like him?" 

Your frustration was boiling as you considered the interrogation Druig was putting you through. If you hadn’t detected his hurt you might’ve thought he was just stalling. Either way, you didn’t want to stand out on the street all night discussing the past you had tossed away. 

You avoided his question as you unlocked the door to the apartment lobby and marched your way inside, heading straight for the elevators. 

"Hang on—,"

"Yes," you snapped. "Yes, my parents liked my ex-boyfriend. They practically adored him. I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t know what you want to hear, but they liked him very much, okay?"

You fought to catch your breath as you stared back at your soulmate. The bubble in you had accidentally popped but at least you got it out here and not in front of your parents. They had little say in the matter but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want their approval. There was no doubt in your mind they mourned what you had lost and were gravely skeptical of your future standing beside you but this was reality now. This was all that had been building up ever since you found your way into that Amazonian village. 

"Thank you for being honest," Druig muttered. You didn’t respond as the elevator arrived and you entered, wasting no time aggressively pressing the button to your apartment floor. 

The tedious ride in the elevator was silent. You and Druig stood a respectable amount of space apart. Not only had you felt bad for snapping, but you didn’t exactly want to face your family holding the hand of your soulmate. The situation was already delicate enough. Despite it being your idea, your nerves didn’t exactly vanish. 

The dinging of the elevator signaling your arrival felt like a final nail in the coffin.

After exiting the lift but before approaching the dreaded apartment door, Druig stopped. You turned to him, confused. 

"When I first asked you about your family you said they were good people. Do you still believe that?"

Your shoulders sagged in some sort of defeat. "Of course, but our situation is difficult for everyone. They just want what’s best for me. Like any parent would."

"Are they soulmates?" He asked. You shook your head. 

"No one else in my family was born with a soulmate mark."

Druig hmm’d and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes.

"Besides," you continued, "even if they were, I can guarantee they still wouldn’t understand. There will never, ever be anything in the world that mimics our journey."

"Lucky us," he said in a cool, indifferent tone. Was the shimmering newness finally fading for him? You gave a sympathetic smile before turning back to the apartment. 

The apartment was quiet when you entered it. Druig kept fairly close to you and you almost wanted to laugh at how familiar his nervousness felt. It was like the roles in the village has been reversed. 

"Shoes off please," you said and motioned toward the shoe rack by the door. You kicked off yours and waited. Druig gave you a questionable look as if to gauge if you were serious or not but you didn’t budge. 

"Sweetie?" Your mother called from further into the apartment. That made Druig tense up even more. You had seriously misjudged how difficult this might be for either of you but no turning back now. Sink or swim.

"Yeah, mom, it’s me," you called back as you slowly made your way into the apartment, "Sorry, took longer than expected but there’s someone I want you to meet." You rounded the corner and found your mother in the living room on her computer typing away. You didn’t see your father but you weren’t exactly pressed about that. One parent was easier to handle than two, especially at a time like this.

"Someone to meet?" She looked up from her computer. "Who…" The fading of her words told you the exact moment Druig had stepped into the room.

"This, um, this is—,"

"It’s him, yes?" Your mother asked like she had been eager for the words to roll off her tongue. "That man. Your… Your soulmate." 

You looked over at Druig who wore a stern but unreadable expression. He stood with his arms behind his back like he was waiting for something. You hadn’t expected him to be warm in the slightest but this was almost annoying. You sighed and nodded. "You wanted to meet him, right? Well, Druig meet my mother. Mother, this is my soulmate."

A silence that was not surprising but also certainly wasn’t welcomed fell over the living room. Both parties judged each other and, likewise, you judged both parties for not just proceeding with the faux politeness typically required in such situations. 

You counted every second until your mother finally broke and said, "It’s nice to finally meet you."

Druig had little reaction. "You as well."

You cleared your throat as you waded through the overly thick tension you certainly hadn’t prepped for. "He’s staying the night."

Your mother’s eyes widened. "So that’s it? You just waltz in here with him and declare he’s spending the night. Do you even know where he vanished off to?"

You were growing more and more irritated as the second passed. You knew Druig could sense it because a ghostly touch skimmed your back.

"We had a fine conversation not too long ago," you replied in the most leveled tone you could manage. "Where’s dad?"

"He had to run to his office." Your mother sighed. "I fear he’s not going to love this, honey."

You shook your head. "I can’t do anything about that but what I can ask is that you two just try to be happy for me, just this once. Your only daughter, the only child you have who was cursed or maybe blessed with a soulmate tattoo, found her match. She found the person who is going to love her, care for her, hold her, be there for her. Can’t we think about that for one second? I get it, I spent so much time being caught up in the technicalities of it all I forgot what this relationship means. But we can’t afford to do that anymore, okay? It’s not perfect and yes, we have a lot to work out, but I can’t fix it all right now. I can’t give you the answers to everything."

You felt mighty high on your soapbox but you also frankly didn’t care if you looked all preachy or high and mighty. To say you were at the end of your rope would be an understatement. And you had been there a long time. Druig’s touch got firmer. 

"I… Alright. Fair enough." Your mother cleared her throat. "Will you two be joining us for dinner?"

You glanced at Druig who wasn’t looking at you and instead had become very fascinated with some knick-knacks your mother had on display on an end table. 

"Sure, sounds good," you replied and grabbed your soulmate’s hand, not saying another word as you led him back to your bedroom, a fine place to stay cooped up for the time being.

The second you crossed the threshold, you saw Druig become quite fascinated with your room. He dropped your hand as he wandered around looking at your poster, photos, memorabilia, and much more. He took in your furniture as well—for as little as there was of it. 

It was like he was trying to memorize every detail. You shut your door gently and watched your soulmate intertwine with your world. This must’ve been what it was like for him seeing you in the village—or at least very close to the feeling. It was a weird mixture of pride and curiousness. You wanted to know what he was thinking exactly, what his feelings were, but you couldn’t sense much from him. You did, however, have an odd sense of feeling territorial. 

"It’s nice," Druig eventually said. "Small, but nice."

You smirked. "Well, we can’t all own villages."

"I guess not," he replied but his voice wavered like he wasn’t fully here. "Did you mean all that? That big monologue you gave to your mother about us?"

You sighed as you crossed your room and took a seat on the edge of your bed. Druig stayed standing, directly in front of your gaze.

"I’m sure you already know the answer to that," you said.

Druig let out a light laugh and stepped just a few feet closer to you. "You know I’m never sure about anything when it comes to you and your complex feelings. I fear I’ll never be." You suddenly wished he would just close the distance between you two. But you weren’t sure where those thoughts were coming from. 

"Of course I meant it," you muttered in reply. "Neither of us have ever been perfect in this relationship but I’ve rarely felt any malice in your actions. You can be a bit questionable in your approaches to things but you’ve shown me I’m important. You’ve treated me unlike anyone has ever treated me before. You’ve bent and sacrificed and I… I want to give you at least a piece of myself in that way before it’s over. And let’s be real, it will be over someday, but I’ve spent so much time fighting it just because you didn’t fit the mold I had created in my head. I probably let the forums poison me but if there’s one thing it’s taught me, it’s that we are uniquely spectacular."

It took all your strength to not look away from him as you spoke. You accomplished it, but holding his intense gaze felt like a whole new challenge as you waited for a response. 

But you eventually got one — and not in the way you had anticipated. No, Druig didn’t deal in words this time. Instead, in what felt like one grand motion, his lips were on yours and you were pinned to your childhood bed. 

You couldn’t believe you two were here, completely with one another, in your world, in your space. The room you had spent hours thinking about your soulmate in now held your soulmate. It gave you a space for you two to be, fully engaged. Within and all around. 

Magic felt like such a dull word compared to what you felt but you grasped onto the winds of it all and let him take you where he wanted. 

[solidaritytek]

"Pull me closer..." for Ranchers of the Bandit Tango variety? 🥺👉👈

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Jimmy knew that leaving Tumble Town was the right plan. After everything that happened, he couldn’t stay there any longer. The burning pain in his wing was a constant reminder of that. That didn’t make it any easier, though.

He’d spent so many years of his life living in the town, helping the townsfolk any way he could, dedicating his entire life to protecting the town… It meant more to him than words could ever convey. But the town itself had betrayed him in a way he could never forgive.

His wing aches as he moves, shoving what little he actually cares about into a bag. There’s very little in this house that matters to him, and even less in the town. His heart aches, he knows he’ll miss Tumble Town, but he doesn’t regret his choice.

Tango’s offer to leave had hung in the air between them for days. Jimmy had been so tempted to accept, to turn his back on the town he loved. But it took them turning on him for him to realize that he’d dedicated himself to people who didn’t give a damn about him. Accepting had been easy after that.

There was no doubt left in his mind that he didn’t belong here. He wasn’t sure where he belonged, but as long as he was with Tango, he didn’t really care.

He hears the door open and turns to see Tango standing there, a small smile on his face.

“Ready?” He asks. 

Jimmy nods, buckling his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. His wing protests at the movement and he lets out a pained hiss. Tango frowns and walks over, carefully taking the bag from him.

“Don’t push yourself, Jim. I can handle this.”

“I can still do things for myself.”

“I know,” Tango says, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “But I want to help.”

Jimmy sighs, nodding. “Alright. Thank you.”

Tango nods and gently pats his cheek before leaving the room. Jimmy can hear him walk down the stairs and takes one last look around his room before following.

Tango’s got both their horses untied and ready to go once he reaches the stable. He hands Arrow’s reins over with a soft but determined smile. 

“You can still change your mind, you know,” Tango says, but there’s hope in his eyes that Jimmy could never crush.

He shakes his head as he launches himself onto Arrow’s back. “Not a chance. There’s nothing here for me.”

Tango nods as he climbs onto the back of his own horse and they set out. 

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The sun sets on the horizon as they leave Tumble Town behind. They’d considered waiting for dawn, but Jimmy had been too antsy. He didn’t want to stay any longer than was necessary. If that meant leaving just before dusk, Tango was fine with that. They’d travel until it got too dark to see and then make camp.

They ride in comfortable silence; the only sounds being those of the horses and the occasionally pained noises from Jimmy when his wings get jostled too much.

Tango wants nothing more than to help Jimmy, but he’s done all he can by cleaning and bandaging his wing. All he can do now is ensure that Jimmy is able to sleep comfortably once they settle for the night.

A yawn from his left has him letting out a small snicker.

“Perhaps we should stop for the night,” Tango says, looking over at Jimmy. He receives a nod.

“Probably a good idea. I’d rather not pass out and fall off Arrow.”

Tango rolls his eyes. “What, can't ride in your sleep?”

Jimmy huffs. “Of course not.” He pulls on the reins and Arrow slows to a stop.

Tango stops beside him and hops off his horse. He grabs Arrow’s reins as well and leads them slightly off the path. He releases their reins once he feels they’re far enough and turns to help Jimmy down.

Jimmy rolls his eyes but takes Tango’s offered hand. His face scrunches in pain at the movement and Tango almost whines. He hates seeing Jimmy in pain and wishes that he’d stepped in sooner. If only he’d trusted his instincts, Jimmy wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He should have tried harder, he should have stayed close, he should have-

“I can hear you thinking,” Jimmy says, gently tapping him on the nose. “Stop worrying about what happened. It’s not your fault.”

This time, Tango actually whines. “I could have stopped them, Jim. I should have.”

“I don’t blame you for what happened, so stop blaming yourself.”

Tango sighs and nods. Jimmy presses a kiss to his lips and turns to untie his bedroll from Arrow’s saddle. Tango takes that as a sign to do the same with his own, spreading it out next to Jimmy’s.

The mesa is cold at night, and he wishes they could make a fire. But they’ll have to make do for the night. One night won’t kill them, but if they spend too long without a fire, they’ll surely freeze to death.

Tango smiles as he watches Jimmy carefully lay down on the bedrolls. He’s laying on the side of his uninjured wing, ensuring he won’t accidentally put pressure on it while he sleeps. He’s looking up at Tango eagerly and, with a roll of his eyes, he joins him. He stays mostly on his own bedroll and he can see Jimmy pouting.

“What?” He asks, a teasing smile on his face as he reaches out to stroke Jimmy’s cheek.

“Pull me closer…”

Huffing a laugh, Tango shifts his arm down to wrap around Jimmy’s waist and gently pulls him closer. Jimmy smiles and wraps his own arm around Tango’s waist, hand resting on his hip. He nuzzles against Tango’s face and kisses the tip of his nose.

“Thank you,” Jimmy says, tucking his head under Tango’s chin.

“Any time, love,” Tango whispers, running his fingers through Jimmy’s hair. “Any time.”

[janzoo]

Outshone by What We Polish

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Honoroit Banlardois & Emmanellain de Fortemps Characters: Honoroit Banlardois, Emmanellain de Fortemps Additional Tags: Oneshot, Ficlet, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Patch 3.0: Heavensward Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV), Angst, Low Self-Esteem, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, funny ending, Not Beta Read Summary:

Prompt: Weal

Several glasses of brandy wear away Emmanellain's bravado enough for him to compare himself to Honoroit. But Honoroit, however, won't hear of it. Takes place at Camp Dragonhead.

                Emmanellain held a glass of brandy. He stared into it, a thumb brushing over the rim. His cheeks were pink and hot from the prior three. The bottle was Haurchefant’s, from his private quarters at Camp Dragonhead. But with him dead and gone, well, it wouldn’t do to waste good drink, would it?

                “Are you all right, my lord?” Honoroit asked quietly.

                Several seconds ticked by before Emmanellain responded. “I hear your book will be getting a second printing.”

                “Aye, Lord Emmanellain.”

                A smile twitched at the corner of Emmanellain’s lips for a moment. “That is good. You should be proud. Fury knows I am.” He took a sip.

                “Thank you, my lord.”

                He looked to Honoroit. “I really am. You’ve shone more brightly every day since I took you under my wing. You’ve outshone me for years. I know it. I am good for very little; I know that too.”

                Honoroit’s brows furrowed. “That is not true, my lord…”

                Emmanellain shook his head. His vision swirled for a moment afterwards. “I’ll not argue. I but want you to know that when you take wing yourself…and I become naught but a footnote in your life story, I shall always be proud of you, and I shall never regret taking you in. Not once.”

                “Lord Emmanellain, I’ll not deny your flaws. But you underestimate what you did for me.” Honoroit put a hand on Emmanellain’s shoulder. “Before you, I could not so much as write my own name, or understand numbers beyond a hundred or so. But as you said, I am shining now, and it is only because you took the time to polish me. I will speak of you honestly, for weal or woe, but always with esteem. I have this life because of you. I would never let anyone write you out of my story – you are where it truly begins.”

                Emmanellain’s eyes welled with tears. He pulled Honoroit into an embrace.

                “Thank you.”

                “You are most welcome, Lord Emmanellain.”

                “And…I am sorry.”

                “For what, my lord?”

                “I believe I spilled my drink on you.”

[honeythispodcast]

hi! i just listened to your affect theory episode and it reminded me so much of this beautiful review i read of my mcr show, and i wanted to share it! it so totally understood my experience of the show, as one of the 'fervently-devoted fans' up front, and it was really touching to have that understood from the perspective of an 'outsider'. this is the link to the full article in rolling stone australia, by conor lochrie (https://au.rollingstone.com/music/music-live-reviews/my-chemical-romance-auckland-concert-review-45753/) but here is the section that i loved: '[For] all of their rock opera magnificence and exquisite conceptual brilliance, what, I think, really makes My Chemical Romance a generational band is the sense of intrinsic and invaluable community. At Tāmaki Makaurau’s Outerfields on Saturday night, that was there for all to see: a mass of worshippers arrived passionately but patiently, mostly gathered, unsurprisingly, in black garments, waiting to offer adoration to four people who meant the world to them.

And “waiting” was what they’d really had to do, with Saturday’s concert taking place after several years of COVID-induced delays. Many fans went so far as to camp outside the venue 24 hours before the concert in order to secure the best view. It’s a narrative that again lends itself to some semblance of “spirituality”, for many of the people I spoke to had approached the Outerfields site from the breadth and depth of Aotearoa. One girl, who later disappeared into the huddled masses near the front of the stage, described arriving on a flight from Christchurch that very morning alongside several dozen other MCR acolytes, all already wearing their concert clothing despite the youthfulness of the day. 

Huge screens beside the stage urged the crowd to treat everyone beside them with kindness, but it was a superfluous message, because this was thousands of people united by a shared purpose. Again, one is loath to use the word “spiritual”, but on Saturday night, as soon as Gerard Way took to the stage, he occupied the role of leader, healer, idol, whatever form each person in the crowd needed him to take.

He performed both within and outwith himself, silent at intervals, a shrieking mess during songs, a wholly unblushing artist committed to everything he was doing. On such a massive stage, in front of such an expectant crowd, Way’s way didn’t feel ingratiating; instead, this was a man seized by his music, overwhelmed by his mission. ...

I stood in the middle of the crowd as it all unfolded, behind what I thought were the truly fervently-devoted fans (a lesson from my late Catholic grandmother: always sit in the back at church if you know the people in front need it more than you) and ahead of those probably there for just a good time. Where I stood, looking at people of all ages on the verge of tears, singing lyrics like their life depended on it, I felt pangs of regret, visions of teenage years that could have been so much different if pretension and cultural constriction hadn’t forcibly collided. 

But mostly – I promise – I felt happier for those around me who had waited so long for this moment, and who would never forget this Saturday night. Because, really, it could be an inordinate amount of time until My Chemical Romance perform in Aotearoa again, even if the band themselves will still exist in the minds of those at Outerfields for a while longer: “How wrong we were to think / That immortality meant never dying”.'

I (EJ) remember reading this article when it came out. It kicked my ass then and it kicks my ass now. Absolutely gorgeous incredible music journalism that really honors the fanbase.

We talk more about this at 1:04:06 in the new episode!

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hi it's me ^^

- Can I get a rlly angsty fic/headcanons for Kelvin

- So reader and Kelvin have like an romantic love for eachother but they never actually tell each other (although they're both aware of it)

- It's like an unsaid romance thing

- When the helicopter comes Kelvin doesn't want to go bc he feels like there's more good to do/more mysteries to solve

- Reader was originally gonna leave on the helicopter but Kelvin convinces them to stay with them

- And originally it goes pretty great, since they have more knowledge on the place

- But it goes wrong and reader gets mortally wounded (like some mutation wounded them in the lab)

- And Kelvin's regretting ever bringing them along and wishing they just went back instead

- Since Kelvin's hearing is still barely there he can't really hear anything but they can read lips well

- And as reader is slumped on a wall or something with Kelvin kneeling to try stop the bleeding they just caress his face and say 'I love you'

- Then they die 😭 (this is so sad lmaoooo)

Hi 👋,

omg what a dark request...😱😱😱 I already felt anxious by reading this and imagining Kelvin's darkest and saddest day in my mind 😅

I was not sure if I should keep the ending this dark but as I still liked the challenge to go against all the happiness I wanna give to Kelvin in my stories, I tried my best to come as close as possible to your request and I hope you like it 😊

Last demon

Words: 1106

Warnings: this might break a few hearts, it most certainly broke mine while writing it 😭

BEWARE! Spoilers of the game's ending ahead

Summary:

Reader and Kelvin head to the cube when the tragedy unfolds....

A heartbreaking sob escaped Kelvin as he dragged your unconscious blood-soaked body through the cave underneath the last bunker. How could he let this happen? How did it come to this? It was all his fault and he doubted if he'd ever be able to live with what he had done. All he wanted was to keep this newly found life with the woman he loved most. You and him survived over a months on this cursed island, killing all sorts of cannibals and mutants, up to the point that your camp was barely attacked anymore and you roamed more or less carefree through the woods on your supply hunts. He knew he had lost his place in the world he came from. After loosing his ability to hear he lost his chance to remain a soldier and what else could he even do besides being the one and only thing he was trained to do? How was he supposed to fight on the battlefield without even hearing the enemy? So, back then, when his hand grabbed your shoulder and he shook his head while you had already set a foot into the helicopter, you gave in and granted him his wish. You took a step back, faintly smiling at Timothy and thanking him for the proposition, explaining that you'd remain with Kelvin on the island, watching the helicopter taking off and disappearing on the horizon. It was a dangerous and rash decision but your heart had taken over, choosing that life with Kelvin instead of the sweet memory of that normal life in the old world. You both had grown too fond of each other as time passed and even though you never specifically spoke of it, after all the gentle kisses and reassuring loving touches, he would consider you to be his girlfriend rather than just a fellow survivor. You became his life, his everything and yet he had failed you. He had failed the life he requested from you and now the only true love he ever knew would die in his arms.

Approaching the end of another eight cycles, the two of you headed towards the bunker on the beach before the countdown hit zero, because, as much as you loved your life in isolation from society with each other, you also loved remaining human. None of you was wearing much armor anymore, a luxury you granted yourselves after killing every mutant you came across and them crossing your paths less and less, shrouding you into a deceitful sense of security. As you entered the last part of the cave, you turned around to Kelvin, a smile spread wide of your lips, giggling gleefully, a hand reaching out to him to pull him into a kiss when, in the blink of an eye a demon emerged from the shadows and sank its teeth in the soft flesh at the side of your waist. The excruciating pain left you gasping for a moment, your mouth hanging open in shock. For a second, Kelvin's blood froze in his veins, paralising him, unable to fully process the scene unfolding in front of him. Your body slumped to the ground, the once bright smile now washed away and replaced by a look of despair. Kelvin screamed from the top of his lungs, the agonising sound of it echoing through the cave as he launched forward and slammed his machete into the demon's head before rushing back to your side. His mind refused to acknowledge the dire consequences of the moment, he kept you from entering that helicopter, catching up on him now. You drew ragged breaths, groaning in pain while Kelvin's shaking hands pressed on the wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. A thousand sorry left his trembling lips as he kept the pressure up, the tears flowing down his cheeks, dripping on your pale skin melting into your own streams of tears. The light that shone at the end of the caved felt like a million miles away and helplessness engulfed his mind and body, leaving him to feel like a tiny ant struggling against a merciless storm, cradling you in the dark pit that had become his world and doom. He racked his brain for a solution, desperate to save your life, his gaze falling back to the shimmering light. The golden room! He took off his hoodie, placing it on your wound, wrapping the arms of it around tightly and securing it with a knot. A pained moan was the last sound that left you before you lost consciousness, your body hanging lifelessly in Kevin's arms. He dragged both you down the cave with heavy steps, his eyes fixed on the golden shimmering light of the cube. If he could bring you in before it sealed itself and avoided mutation, he might be able to help you afterwards. As he reached the room, a golden wall slowly started sinking down and he pushed your body inside before he rolled in, barely making it in time before the wall hit the ground.

A throbbing pain seeped through his head and dimensional energy started pulling alternate versions from him before converging back into one. After a moment, the wall in front of him opens up into a portal. He gazed yet again at the outlines of the dark futuristic city, illuminated by lightening striking at the tall skyscrapers while a huge pale glowing moon hanging menacingly in the night sky. His eyes remained on the dark city, a glimmering thought of the faintest most desperate hope forming at the back of his mind. There was no possibility to determine if he'd be able to help you, if you'd survive this without any medical aid on this island as well as there would be no way of knowing if the both of you would survive entering another world. He had to make a choice and he had to choose fast as he felt the energy from the portal fading again. Kelvin was torn, the last time he took a decision it laid to the very darkness that threatened to consume both of you now. Hesitation clawed at him for a few more moments, but the desperation in his heart and his love's cold body in his arms made him resolute. He took a deep breath, grabbed you tight, and fell through the portal into the new world before it disappeared again, leaving nothing but the a puddle of blood in the now empty room made of dirty golden walls, the corpse of the last demon lying in the dust a few feet away.

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