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geekforhorror · 3 months

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hot in here

description: you're getting ready to meet your friend, but something... or someone, stands in your way.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, hickeys, praise, pet names, fingering, creampie, etc.

It was a normal Friday night and you had nothing else to do besides watch episodes of your favorite holodrama. To your surprise, you had gotten a holocall while doing so. It was your friend, Padme. You guys had been friends ever since you met through Anakin. You pick up without any hesitation and hear her start talking.

"Hey girl! How are you doing?" Padme asks you, sounding happy.

"I'm doing just fine. How's the senate treating you?" you ask her.

"It's going pretty well except for all these new bills being introduced," she says sounding annoyed at the situation.

"I feel you girl. The order is absolutely exhausting with all the new Padawans," you say with a light laugh.

"Aren't you going to ask why I called you?" she asks.

"Fine, why did you call me?" you ask her mockingly.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to come to Rosie's Bar with me," Padme said.

It didn't take you long to come up with answer because if you were being honest, you needed a break from the recent stress.

"Yay! Does 8:00 sound good?" she says to you.

"Yes!" you say, sounding enthusiastic.

"See you there! Love ya!" your best friend says before hanging up.

You looked at the time on the bedside clock and the numbers read 7:15. Shit. You only had about 45 minutes before you were expected there.

Not wasting anymore time, you quickly walk to your closet and open the doors to it. You suddenly felt overwhelmed by the amount of clothes hung in there. There were arrays of clothes for different occasions, along with jewelry, shoes, and accessories, but right now you were focused on finding the best attire for your girls night out.

You finally decide on wearing a short red dress made of satin, with a slit running down the side of the dress. It had always been one of your favorites. To go with the dress, you chose some simple black heels. Once the material is on your figure, you rush over to the bathroom to do your makeup. You decided to do a simple but quite elegant makeup look consisting of pale red eyeshadow to go with the beautiful dress you were wearing and added eyeliner to the final look. Once you had finished your makeup routine, you grab a small black purse containing everything that you may need for tonight.

You once again check the time on the phone and this time it says 7:40. Not wasting any more time, you make your way to the apartment door while fumbling with your keys, trying to prepare to lock the door for obvious reasons. Your boyfriend, Anakin, wouldn't be home until later. You open the front door, but a familiar figure is standing in front of it. The figure had lucious locks and a set of beautiful blue eyes that were now staring at you with curiosity.

"Going somewhere, love?" he asks you, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm just going out to the bar with Padme, that's all," you say.

"In that dress, baby?" he asks.

"What's wrong with this dress?" you ask him with a raised voice.

"Nothing at all. It's just you look so fucking beautiful,” he says in a loving but also knowing tone.

"Thank you, but I’m gonna be late," you say to him, making your way towards the door. He gets ahold of your wrists and holds them firmly with his hands. "You're not going anywhere, love," he says.

"Please," you plead.

"Oh I'll be doing no such thing, darling," he says with a stupid smirk on his face. “I’m gonna ravish you like the goddess you are.”

Before you can say anything more, his hands trail to the back of your dress before ripping the fabric off your body in one swift motion, leaving it in tatters as it rests on the floor. You now have to get used to the rush of cold air that's now running over your partly naked body.

"What a waste of such a beautiful dress… especially since I bought it for you,” he coos into your ear. He pulls your legs around his hips as you guys make your way over to the black couch in the living room. He sets you down on the leather couch and pushes your body a bit back so that there's room for him. He then towers over your body and starts peppering your neck with rough and hot kisses. Before you even get the chance to take off his upper garments, it's as if he reads your mind and does it himself. His tunic was already gone and hits the floor along with yours. He unzips his black pants, now pooling at his ankles, before taking them off completely. You could see the outline of his erected bulge through his briefs and it was huge.

You frowned at him for what he had done to your dress, but you wanted him to fuck you so badly. You could feel the ache starting to form in between your thighs as your desperation for him increased by the second. While still sucking away at your somewhat exposed chest, he makes sure that he has access to every part of your skin. He reaches for the clasp of your lacy bra, which was one of his favorites, and undoes the hook before discarding it to the floor. He does the same thing with your panties with one swift motion of his large hand. Even though he's only sucking at your fully exposed chest, it has such an powerful effect on you.

He slowly takes his swollen lips off of your upper body before moving on. He then aligns himself in your pussy and immediately starts pounding his huge length into you.

"Fuck! An- Anakin!" you let out in pleasure.

"Yes?" he says teasingly, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

He continues taking his hardened cock into your pussy and you can feel everything. His pace doesn't give out at all and you can feel ecstasy washing over your body.

"Harder-" you whimper, sounding so desperate.

"Will you be a good girl and obey me? "he asks with his voice sounding like pure velvet as those words slip off his pink tongue.

"Yes I promise," you say, needing him to stretch out your whole damn body.

"That's what I like to hear, angel"

His hips collide with yours, providing more friction for the both of you. As he goes deeper inside you, you feel your inner walls loosen up to make room for his hard cock. You had boyfriends before him but none of them could make you feel this good.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it like there is no tomorrow. You knew his sucking would leave you with bruises, but you didn't care at all. All you wanted was for him to fill you up and fuck you until you couldn't walk.

He lets out deep grunts before he finally hits the spot where you need him the most.

"You feel so good around me, you know that right?" he says in between raggedy breaths.

"Just keep going, Ani," you demanded of him, sounding desperate as ever. He nods his head ever so slightly and begins thrusting into you again.

You have the need to dig your nails into his shoulder blades and you know he fucking loves it when you squirm underneath his touch. He loved reminding himself that he's the one making you feel this good and it makes him even more turned on at the thought of it. You can tell your climax is approaching with each additional movement he makes while still inside you.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum," you let out.

"Then cum around me. I know you want to," he says.

"I need something more- please."

He knows exactly what you need.

He slowly traces two of his slender, long fingers along your inner thighs before they reach your unclothed pussy. He then inserts them into your cunt, making your breathing more hitched than it already was. As he fingers you more roughly, you can feel your arousal starting to form even more.

You finally reach your orgasm as your arousal splashes around your lower thighs. Anakin groans at the sight of it. He always loved when you came before he did. He came right after you and you can feel his seed spilling into you.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers lovingly.

"I know you do Ani" you say to him with a smirk plastered on your face.

Your mind wandered off for a second and wondered how you would explain to Padme why you never showed up. He noticed your eyelids starting to get heavier and knew you were starting to become more tired by each passing second.

"Come on baby. You should get some rest," he suggests.

Before you could get a single word out of your mouth, you heard your holopad start to ring. Your accept the call. It was Padme.

"Hey, where are you? I'm at the bar."

"I'm sorry Padme. I-," you start to say before you see your boyfriend give you a knowing look. "I'm sick. I came down with a fever just as I was ready to leave the apartment," you lie.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that,” she says.

"Relax, it's not your fault. I should've called you about it sooner before you went all the way out there," you say trying to keep up with your obvious lies.

"I love you and I hope you feel better soon," she says to you.

"Thank you Padme. I really appreciate it,”

"Of course. Now do me a favor and get some rest." she replies.

"Will do!" you say with a little chuckle. The call finally disconnects and look back at Anakin.

"I feel bad lying to her, but I would never pass up our time together."

"I'm glad to hear that, darling," he says with a foolish smile.

You really did feel something for Anakin and it was definitely real. Both of you knew it and he felt the exact same way about you.

"Alright let's get you to bed,” Anakin says to you.

You give him an approving nod and he gets up from his position on the couch and lifts you up by your waist. You walk over to pick your clothing up from the floor and hold his hand as he leads you upstairs. You finally reach your guys’ bedroom and start getting ready for bed.

You pick out a black bralette and your favorite silky black pajama shirt which was a bit oversized but you didn’t mind at all. Anakin, who was on the other side of the bedroom, was changing into his signature grey sweatpants that just hung off of his hips. He rarely wore anything on his defined upper body and you weren’t complaining about it at all.

Once the both of you finished changing, you guys went to the bathroom to brush your guys’ teeth. After finishing your night time routine, you guys laid yourself onto the silky bed sheets covering your guys’ bed.

“Anakin.”

“Yes, my love?” he said, now looking at you with his soft ocean eyes that you adored so much.

“I just wanted to thank you for this evening,” you say with a smile.

“Of course, baby,” he replies.

“I will always be here with you, no matter what,” he continues. His words always seemed to comfort you, no matter how small they were.

“I love you Ani,” you mumble as you place your head on his chest.

He looks over at your face this time just to see your eyes closed and peacefully resting by his side.

He would never get tired of this.

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green-enby · 10 months

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Heyo! Have you watched Koisenu Futari (恋せぬふたり, Two people who can't fall in love) yet? It's a great series, just 8 episodes long! I binged it in one day :) [smiley]

It focuses on two aromantic asexual people living together. This is a little appreciation post, containing some thoughts that it evoked in me as an aroace.

If you don't want spoilers, please don't read!

It's so relatable how Sakuko keeps blaming herself all throughout the show… Insecurity stemming from societal expectations that dictate romance is for everyone, and that people who don't date are somehow "failing" in life; I think this affects allos as well.

When I broke off my romantic relationship, I too felt like it had been my fault, for not having been a good enough partner, for not being able to love them in the same way they loved me.

To finally learn that you are not "defective", that there's other people like you…! I love how the two MCs don't grieve their lack of attraction; Sakuko is perfectly happy discovering she's aroace. She and Takahashi are living their "best life" together.

Sure, many aroaces do wish they were allo, and that needs to be represented too, but this series to me really shined a light over why they want that: it's because amatonormativity is rampant in the world, not because lacking attraction is inherently sad. The main conflicts in the series stem from the clash between allo society and the aroace experience, after all. I think that's neat! It gave me a good dose of aroace joy—while still showing the hurts that come with it, realistically—and I really needed it.

I didn't expect her to come out to her family so soon, but whoa, that was intense. Her mother's negative reaction is what all people who exclude a-spec people from the LGBTQIA+ community should see, to understand that we face the same issues they do.

I haven't come out to my parents as aroace yet, and watching this made me realize how awful it actually feels to be in the closet. I somehow hadn't realized I am. I've always felt safe coming out to them as other things, as bisexual back in the day, and as trans non-binary.

It might be because my confidence disappeared when they reacted badly both times, but this coming out feels almost impossible.

Comparing it to coming out as bi, it's really not that different: if you're bi, you're promiscuous and date too many people; if you're aroace, you're a prude and cold-hearted. If you break away from the status quo, you're wrong either way.

But at least, most people do eventually understand the bi experience, if they understand same-gender attraction, and fuse it with straightness, even though it's a flawed method.

With aros and aces, instead, it's such an alien concept for an allo, which makes it way harder to come out and have to explain to them how to deconstruct allo-amatonormativity. It's exhausting. Thankfully, there's people like Kazu who are actually willing to learn about us. That gives me hope.

I feel like it's super eye-opening to find out the concept of romance didn't even exist in the past. Pretty sure that in Europe, it originated during the Middle Ages from the ideal of chivalry. So it's really just a social construct, and opting out of it shouldn't be so controversial!

It's just a set of pointless, annoying rules like having to kiss eachother, having to say "I love you", and doing it all a set amount of times, otherwise it's not good enough. What if we don't want to? What if it doesn't come natural to us? If it's just a social construct, fuck it, I'm not adhering to that! We do whatever makes us happy!

Even in the series itself, Sakuko too goes through a heartbreak, even if it's not the romantic kind: she valued her friendship and future cohabitation with Chizuru above all else, but Chizuru abandoned her, because of romantic love. It's not true that aroaces have it easy.

Like our MC, we have to deal with fear that we'll come off flirty when we're just being friendly, confusion over concepts that we feel we should understand, shame over the fact that we're different, fear of loneliness, frustration and pain that we'll always come second to our friends' romantic partners, or even trauma from a relationship or sexual encounter that we didn't really want. I could go on and on.

These last scenes really got to me. Especially the second one… I admit that I cried, when she had to turn her down, and it seemed like her aromanticism had ruined their relationship. It hurts that the way I am could seriously harm someone I care about. It hurts that most people work differently and that they can't help it, and that we can't help it either. I don't like being put in that position, to cause someone a heartbreak. I have with my ex, and had to watch them spiral down… It was horrible.

Still, I wouldn't change my orientation for the world. I'm confident in my identity, I love being aroace.

In the end, we can all reach our full potential, reach a point where we feel fulfilled and that we're living our best life, find ourselves a family if it's what we want, have our dream job and house. Being aroace doesn't condemn us to a life of unhappiness. That's what this series left me with by the end; it gave me so much hope for my future.

(I'm aware I'm coming off as a bit toxically positive here haha, sorry if I'm striking a bad chord; I'm just in a really good period right now, and riding this wave for as long as I can! Hopefully I can rub it off someone else as well.)

That said, I really loved this j-drama, it was funny and relatable and emotional, I wished it had lasted longer! It seems like the author isn't even aroace herself, so I'm amazed at how good the representation was! So much thought and research has gone into it, and it shows; the result is amazing.

Thanks for reading my scattered thoughts about this! 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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The Wrath of a Family (Platonic Yandere Ellie and Joel x reader.)

A/N: So, this is a request by someone who wished to remain anonyms and I was really interested in the idea. It takes place during ep.8 (so like warning for literally all of that) Also I'll be honest, the torturing scene was just taken from the episode and rewritten to fit the reader. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy.

Everything was so, so, cold.

The air in the basement you resided in was thick. You didn't know if it was because of the sickness radiating around you, or if it was just your imagination.

You open your eyes to see Ellie and Joel laying on the ground next to you. Joel wasn't awake and Ellie barely was, slipping in and out of consciousness. Somewhere along the line, Ellie contracted something which rendered her unable really anything without being in excruciating pain. That, along with Joel being shot, has put a lot of pressure on you to keep them safe. Luckily, Ellie was able to give him... something, that would help him, before she got too sick. But as she slowly became sicker, it became your responsibility to make sure everyone was okay.

You slowly get up off the ground, your body aching due to the awkward position you were previously laying in. You shuffle over to your bag, digging around looking for any food. The best you could find is a few pieces of stale bread. You look over at Ellie and Joel, contemplating just eating the bread yourself as your stomach rumbles. You choose to not succumb to temptation though.

"Ellie. Ellie, wake up." You shake her as softly as you can in order to not bother her or Joel who is laying right next to her. You can feel how hot Ellie is even though her clothes, and you almost withdrawal your hand to keep it from the heat. "You need to eat." You put the bread near her nose, hoping she smells it and wakes up, but to no avail. Her unresponsiveness makes you want to cry. You don't know what to do. You're scared, and you're so hungry.

Wrapping up the bread in some paper, you place it down near Ellie. "Ellie, you need to eat." You whisper. You look at Joel, who is just as unresponsive, except for a few short breaths. "You need to share with Joel." Your eyes move from Joel to his bag which is resting on the wall. You spot the gun next to is and almost like it was calling out to you, you rush over and grab it, swinging it over your shoulder while trying to be as quiet as possible. You crouch down near Joel, watching as his breath rises and fall. You wipe your eyes at tears that threaten to fall. "I'll be back soon, I promise." There was no response from either of them.

Slowly, you rise from your position near Joel to walk to the door. Once in the living room of the old house, you move a nearby dresser to block entry. You take a deep breath before walking outside and towards the forest. You need to be brave.

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Moments like this was when you hated Joel the most for not teaching you anything about guns or how to aim. You've been trying to the last roughly 30 minutes to shoot something, but you've kept just barely missing. At this point, it would just be better going back to Joel and Ellie. Your stomach refused though, growling in intense pain. You haven't eaten in days, choosing to give everything to Joel and Ellie, and it's started to affect you. You've been seeing dots in your vision, constant headaches, and you not as vigilant as you were before. You also know Joel and Ellie are getting worse, and they need to eat something of substances. So, you choose to push past the pain in order to help them.

You continue your routine of aiming and missing until you hear rustling in the distance, louder than anything an animal would make. You stand, to quickly you assume, since you are met with a harsh pain in your head. You groan but try to focus on where the noise was coming from, holding the gun near you for protection. Staying completely as silent as possible, you watch as a pale man, along with others, come stalking towards you. Point the gun near them, you watch as the man in the middle raises his hands, telling his men you not shoot you.

"I apologize for scaring you like that, my child." He said calmly, your stance not faltering. "We mean no harm, just passing through."

"Just passing through the middle of the woods?" You questioned, your grip tightening on the gun.

The man let out a curt laugh, his eyes piercing right through you. He lowers his hands to his sides and motions to the environment around you.

"You've caught me." He smiled, causing your stomach to churn. "I heard gunshots and assumed it was the man who killed one of my friends." His look became harsh, almost accusatory. "You wouldn't happen to know here he is, would you?"

"No." The words came out without hesitation. Your strong façade became weaker and weaker as you watched this man walk closer to you, close enough to put his hand on your shoulder. You were frozen by fear, too afraid to even think about shooting your gun as it slowly falls to your side. He leans down near your ear, his hot breath causing you to cringe, almost letting out a whimper which you have to stifle down.

"Don't lie to me." You could feel his gaze on you, even as you looked straight ahead near the two other men. His gaze was almost soft, which made you feel even more disgusted. "It will hurt more if you do."

In a moment of panic, you move away from the man, raising the gun again. Before you could shoot, he grabs the gun quickly and pull it towards him, jolting you forward enough to allow him to hit you in the stomach. You let go of the gun, clutching your stomach in pain, which grants one of his lackies the opportunity to hit you on the back of the head with the butt of his gun. You yell out, the pain in your head overwhelming as you succumb to darkness.

"Find the man. I'll deal with them."

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Joel was confused. Where was he? Where was his gun? Wait, where are you? He shoots up, hissing at the pain in his side. He lifts his shirt, a bright red scar greeting him. He frowns deeply, letting his shirt fall as he gets up, shuffling around Ellie who is stirring next to him.

"(Y/N)? Where are you! Kid!" He yells, Ellie groaning beneath him. Your bag is here, so where could you be? His breath picks up, prompting him to grab his side as it pulses in pain. "I'm not joking, come out!" He was angry, his voice loud.

"Why are you yelling." Ellie was awake, her skin visibly sticky from sweat.

"Where's your sibling Ellie?" Joel probed, his eyes narrowing at her. She looks at him confused.

"What?" She asked. Joel crouched down and grabbed Ellie by the shoulders, pushing his face closer to hers.

"WHERE IS (Y/N)!" He yelled, disregard for the situation they were in. Ellie's eyes widened, her head shaking.

"I don't... I don't know." She begins to panic, "Shit! They were just here!" She yelled, looking around the room. Joel rushes to the door, pushing it this force when it doesn't open.

"Fuck!" He shouts. Ellie is rushing around the room, getting everything packed up. Her eyes are filled with tears as she clearly doesn't know what to do.

suddenly, a harsh bump stops all movement from both persons. The listen as the sound moves closer and closer their location. Joel puts a finger to his lips, motioning for Ellie to be quiet as he creeps away from the door. His breath is in his throat as he listens to the person move the object blocking the door and slowly enter. Immediately, Ellie shoots him, watching as he falls to the ground. Joel kicks the gun away from him and watches as he bleeds out with zero remorse. Joel takes the gun from Ellie and walks into the main room, where two other men were pointing a gun at him.

Joel wastes no taking the men out, dragging one onto a chair, tying him to it. Joel left the other man alone for now as he looks at Ellie, "Go find them." He directed. Ellie nodded as she hurried out of the house.

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The first thing you noticed when you awoke was your nose was bleeding. You bring your hand to it, watching as your fingers were covered in blood. You try sniff the blood back up, hissing in pain when you do so, gripping your nose. The next thing you notice was that you were in a cage.

The room around you stunk of blood, you didn't know if that was yours or someone else's. You stand up, your head spinning, and attempt to unlock the gate. It didn't budge however, even as you tug and pull. The sound of the door opening causes you to move into the very corner of the room, trying to camouflage yourself into the wall. The same man who attacked you in the woods entered, your eyes widening.

"How are you?" He paced around the cage, you move away from him, much to his displeasure. You remanded silent as he came closer.

"I promise you; everything will be fine if you tell me where your father is."

"You're lying." You don't acknowledge the father comment. The ma grimaces, gripping the bars of the cage.

"You're lying right now." He pointed out, getting no response out of you. "He killed one of my friends."

"He was going to kill me."

"So, he had to kill him?" You don't know how to respond, so you just glare at him. The man sighs and walks back towards the door, he turns to look back at you, watching as you sit down on the ground.

"We will find him." He says, "And once we do, he, along with you and your friend, will die." You didn't respond, just breath quietly.

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The bloodied man grunts as Joels fist meets his face for another time.

"Leave him alone." The man sitting in the back, tied up says. Joel looks at him quickly.

"You're next." He responds, pulling out a knife, scaring the disheveled man in front of him.

"Please. I don't know who you're talking about." Joel stabs him, the man yelling out in pain, but Joel doesn't acknowledge it, just stares at the man behind him. "Marco" the man calls out, Joel gripping his hair, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"He can't help you. You focus right here." Joel growls, shaking the man's head as he moans in pain. "Or I'll pop your fuckin' kneecap off." The man looked down in order to break away from Joel's intense gaze.

"They're alive." He whimpers out.

"Where?" Joel demands. When he doesn't answer, Joel twists the knife in this knee, the squelching sounds reverberating around the room.

"Fuck! Fuck! The town!" He cries out. Joel's rage heightens.

"WHAT TOWN?!" Joel roars, getting closer to the man.

"Silver lake." He replies weakly, Joel pushing him back, his head filling with pain. Joel pulls out a map and looks for the town, "It's not a real town name. It's a resort." Joel looked at him, confused.

"A resort." He remains silent, prompting Joel to rip the knife out from his knee. Joel pushes his head back once again, prying the man's mouth open, shoving the hilt knife that was once in his knee into his bloodied mouth as he groans in protest. Joel brings the map close to him.

"You're gonna point to where we are and where your "resort" is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to." Marco shuffles, attempting to get free as Joel talks. The man whimpers out a small 'okay' the best he can with the knife in his mouth. Joel moves away, watching as he makes a spot on the map with the knife.

He spits the knife out, eying Joel once he is finished. "Thats where we are. I swear." Joel doesn't look at him, just the map. "Go ask him. He'll tell you. I'm not lying." Joel stabs him without a second thought. Marco cries out as he watches his friend die. He thrashes in his bindings, attempting to find some way to break free.

"Why the fuck would you do that, he told you what you wanted!" Marco shouts in anger, watching as Joel picks up a lead pipe and stalks towards him. "You motherfucker. Fuck you." He proclaims. "I ain't telling you shit." Joel shakes his head.

"It's okay. I believe him." The man cries as Joel brings the pipe down onto his head.

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You must've fallen asleep because when you wake up, you smell smoke. Coughing, you squint near the door, noticing bright red flames peak out from underneath. Your heartrate picks up as you begin to violently shake the door.

"Someone, help me." You yell, smoke filling your lungs. "Joel! Ellie! Please, help me." You sob. The metal bars start to become hot, your hands burning as you continue to shake them.

You cries become louder and louder, both from the situation and because your hands were becoming severally burnt.

"Please.... someone." You yell out again, weakly.

"(Y/N)?!" You hear someone yell out.

"I'm in here." You respond. Your breath picks up when Ellie walks into the room, rapidly unlocking the door despite the heat. You ignore the blood that covered her body as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room and that was burning down. The main dining room was a mess, fire consuming it. In the middle, however, was the same man who attacked and kidnapped you, laying in a pile of his own blood, brutally scared. You looked back at Ellie and then the man, putting two and two together. Ellie doesn't acknowledge your gaze, simply too focused with leading you out of the fiery building.

Once outside, you collapsed to the ground, your entire body screaming in pain. Your nose was so bloody that you could barely breath, and the skin on your hands were so burnt the dead skin was pealing over, exposing the other bloody layer of skin. You were too tired to notice Ellie hugging you, sobbing loudly.

"I-I'm sorry." She wept, burying her head into the corner of your neck. You attempt to pat her head, but it hurts your hand too much, so you choose to bury it in the snow. You look around, watching as the snow falls. It's so peaceful, you could fall asleep.

"(Y/N)?" You look over to the noise, being greeted with Joel. He's limping, also covered in blood, and your bag is slung over his shoulder. He runs over to you, falling down to embrace you, cradling your head, he brings you in to his chest. Ellie, still attached to your side, moves in closer, refusing to let you go.

You let out a weak sob as Joel begins to cry as well, "You're okay, you're good. I'm here." You continue to cry as he speaks.

"I'm sorry for leaving." You spoke to the both of them. You feel Ellie shake her head. Joel hugs you tighter.

"It's okay. You're safe now." He watches the building in front of him burn, "We'll never leave you alone again."

A/N: Honestly, I think this is my best work yet.

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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sooo excited requests are open again! Jamie gets a day off from training and you spend the whole day together cuddling and snogging and watching films

Done😎 Gonna hit you all with some angst pretty soon, so enjoy this angst-free fic while you can! Thanks for the request!

(p.s. this gif makes me giggle. idk why)

tell me where to put my love

There is absolutely nothing like a Sunday morning, because it means that Jamie has absolutely no training. Saturdays are subject to extra time with Roy, so you and Jamie only get one day a week with absolutely no football. Well, not absolutely no football. Sometimes you let him cajole you into going to the Richmond Green and kicking around one of the ten billion footballs he has in the house.

He says you’ve gotten better since you’ve started, you say that you could take on all of Richmond and win.

He says you’re very funny.

You say so too.

Sundays are great because you get to sleep in, but you probably don’t. You’re both so used to being awake early so despite being up late, you’re both unable to sleep past 7:30, maybe 8 if you’re really tired.

You don’t get out of bed, though.

The first one to wake will lie as still as possible, looking at the rise and fall of the other’s chest. Usually it’s Jamie watching you. You’re a light sleeper, so you begin to stir at the slightest change in atmosphere. He’ll stroke your cheek and you’ll smile and stretch, refusing to open your eyes.

His hands will start to slide down to your arms and to your waist, then dip below your pajama bottoms. You’ll open your eyes at that, because he’ll soon shift so that his head is at your waist, and lift his baby blue eyes to yours in a question.

This Sunday is no different, and you both end up staying in bed until 10. It’s not until you’re lying tangled in the sheets, sweaty and gasping for breath, that a stomach growls (yours, his, what’s the difference) and you each throw on as little clothes as possible and head to the kitchen. Jamie pulls things out for his morning smoothie and you’re toasting frozen waffles. Neither of you are saying much, except for a “hey!” from Jamie when you steal some of his strawberries.

You take your respective breakfasts to the couch and settle under a blanket. It gets cold when you’re only wearing pants.

“What are we gonna watch?” you ask.

Jamie just grins and flips through your streaming services.

“No, babe,” you groan, “not again. Please, I beg of you.”

Jamie pretends he can’t hear you and lands on Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

“Jamie,” you say as he chooses an episode, “why are you so obsessed with reality tv? It’s so unrealistic.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love it,” he replies, lightly knocking his head against yours. You roll your eyes and suppress a smile. You can’t argue with that.

You stay on the couch for three hours until Jamie starts to get bored and starts kissing a line up your neck. You giggle and shift away.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “you hungry?”

“That is not where I thought this was going,” you laugh.

Jamie shrugs, lips still against your throat. “Trying to make up for making you watch fucking American reality television. And I want takeout.”

At that, you turn and capture his lips in yours. He’s not supposed to have takeout right now, not part of his eating plan. He’s trying to butter you up so you won’t talk him out of it. Lucky for him, he’s making a very convincing argument.

An hour later, you’re in the backyard on the patio eating Chinese food. You’re both in more clothes and soaking up the rare bit of sun. Jamie has also produced chips, and you’re not sure why they go so well with Chinese, but they do.

You’re finishing up the last box and chatting about Jamie’s upcoming match when there’s a knock on the door. You both freeze. You’re not expecting anyone, and you exchange an assessing look to see who is most presentable to answer the door.

It turns out to be Jamie, so he pads inside and opens it to find Dani.

“Eyy, muchacho! Nice to have a day off, no? I was feeling a little bit lonely, so I decided to drop by to see if you would like to play some FIFA. And I did not come empty handed!” Dani holds up a bag of Mexican food.

“Can’t,” Jamie says. “Girlfriend’s here.”

Dani’s face droops a little bit and, as if on cue, you appear behind Jamie, all wrapped up in a blanket.

“Hi Dani!” you say. “Heard your voice from the backyard. What’re you doing here?”

He shrugs. “Just lonely, I guess.“

He looks so hilariously forlorn that you laugh and Jamie rolls his eyes.

“Do you want to come in?” you ask. “Ooh, is that Mexican?”

Fifteen minutes later, Dani is explaining hair masks to a fascinated Jamie, as you sip your drinks and eat the food Dani brought. Neither you nor Jamie care to tell him you had just eaten.

He stays for two hours, crushing Jamie at FIFA. After the door shuts behind him, Jamie looks at you and says, “shower?”

You and Jamie stay in for way too long, only coming out when your hands are far too pruny. The bathroom is all steamy, and Jamie’s towel is wrapped low around his hips. You end up back on the bed, laying on top of the sheets in your towels. His arm is around you, thumb rubbing up and down your arm. Your head is tucked in the crook of his neck, and you’re breathing in his clean scent slowly. He’s talking in a low voice, not about anything really, just chattering about football, his mum, and the future. You’re trying to stay awake, you really are, and there’s no reason you should be tired and yet your eyes are growing heavy. It’s not your fault that his voice is so calm and so soothing, and before you know it you’re asleep.

You don’t see this part, but Jamie notices the change in your breathing and starts whispering about other things. How much he loves you, and why he loves you. His real hopes for the future, the ones he’s not sure you’re ready to hear, but thinks one day you will be. He’ll let you sleep as long as possible. These times are rare, and he is going to savor every moment.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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m0thergoose · 2 months

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Episode 6 predictions/what I want to happen lmao

1. I’m almost certain Thorne is going to help Rick and Michonne. I’m not sure how and why, but I think she’ll help them in some way, whether that’s all out helping or just turning a blind eye for them getting away

2. Michonne is going to be in life-threatening danger at some point (but she won’t die because this is The Ones Who LIVE dammit). REASONS I think this (and please dispute this if I’ve got this wrong) - in the first episode, you hear Michonne shouting Rick’s name when the bridge blows up, but you also hear Rick shouting Michonne’s name, and I don’t think we’ve ever seen/heard that in either show? Idk I might need to rewatch it to figure it out, but basically I think there will be a scene with Michonne in grave danger and Rick calling her name

3. Another TWD regular is going to crop up, maybe towards the end of the episode or even post credits? I feel like we’ve not seen the last of Gabriel, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw another character (Aaron? Ezekiel? Carol?)

4. We’re getting Red Machete Rick at some point this ep

5. If we don’t see the Grimes family reunion, we’re still going to see something to do with the kids - maybe a radio crackling with Judith’s voice faintly on it? (I am still holding out hope we get the Grimes reunited but with only one episode left I am SCARED they don’t do it)

6. Somehow Michonne is getting her katana back

7. Cold open for sure. Maybe a flash forward that seems a bit like a Rick dream sequence but by the end of the episode we know it’s real. Or something that makes it look like Rick/Michonne die in the ep, but obviously we find out later in the episode that they’re both fine (anyone who believes either one of them will die in this show is DEAD wrong fight me on it)

8. Not a prediction but I want a boss Beale scene because Terry O’Quinn is the GOAT and seeing as he’s the man in charge here, he’s our Big Bad and we’ve not seen nearly enough of him. So this Echelon briefing better showcase Beale’s motivations, and give Terry O’Quinn some good material to work with

9. Michonne Hawthorne flashback?? 👀

10. More Richonne fluff of course 🫶🫶🫶

#sorry I just have a lot of thoughts lol #michonne #twd #richonne #rick grimes #the walking dead #towl #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #the ones who live #rick and michonne #pearl thorne #towl episode 6 #twd: towl #twd: the ones who live #towl spoilers #twd:towl spoilers #the ones who live spoilers

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jumexju · 8 days

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LAVENDER KISS

Pairing !! : L / Reader

Fic Type !! : Comfort / Fluff / Oneshot

CW !! : Mentions of depression (PDD), severe depressive episodes to the point of it being debilitating, reader is described to have curly hair

Summary !! : L is surprisingly good at taking care of you.

Note !! : This is highly self indulgent.

✦ MASTERLIST

There were times when you weren’t alright. Times in which the nights felt better than days, the isolation of your apartment better than socializing with people & when the cold breeze felt better than the warm rays of sun on your skin. It wasn't that you preferred to feel so.. empty. No one truly wants that for themselves. But nonetheless, it was something you’d dealt with since your adolescence. You couldn't control it.. Or maybe you’d just given up. In a way, it’d become a comfort to you. A sort of warm blanket that was forcibly wrapped around you every few weeks.

You always knew when a specifically bad episode was about to happen.

You started off your day with a cup of coffee. Or, well, you would have if you hadn’t had trouble getting out of bed in the first place. You peeled the blanket off of your skin, exposing yourself to, what you felt, was the biting cold of your apartment. Trudging through your empty, dimly-lit apartment, you tiredly brushed your teeth and made yourself a cup of coffee afterwards. You didn’t even drink half of it before deciding to go back to bed. Maybe if you slept through it, it’d get better.

But you knew better than to lie to yourself.

It was 8 PM when you awoke to the sounds of the door opening. Your brows furrowed as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You hadn’t invited anyone over.. And you were the only one with a key to your apartment besides.. Oh. You got up from your bed and walked to where you heard the sounds of his presence. Leaning on the wall, you smiled a little as you gazed upon his hunched frame. He was still taller than you despite his posture, which he found to be amusing.

“Did you solve the case?” Your soothing voice ricocheted off the walls of your apartment. The soft sounds pleasing to his ears. He wasn’t an emotional man but he could admit that he missed you. Though.. You looked more tired than you usually did. He wondered why that was.

“Yes.. It was particularly easy unfortunately. Did I come at a bad time?” His calm tone brought you a sense of comfort. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him too.

“No, no.. I was just sleeping but,” you chuckled nervously as you yawned, “I’ve basically slept the whole day away, So..” His wide eyes narrowed at your seemingly worn-out figure. Were you not sleeping enough?

“Are you okay?” He was never the type to sugarcoat things.

But then again, neither were you. “No, ..I’m depressed.” You reluctantly admitted it but you knew he wouldn’t judge you. He dealt with it too.. Maybe that’s why you two worked so well together.

You didn’t know how — or when — he’d gotten so close, but you weren’t fighting it. In fact, you desperately wanted his warmth. The feeling of knowing that someone knew what you were going through and validated you was priceless. You appreciated him greatly, you just hoped he knew it too. L wrapped his arms around your neck in a comforting gesture, you inhaled the scent of lavender that he carried as you brought your arms up and hugged him back. Whenever you two hugged, it was never just a hug. It felt like nothing else mattered when he had his arms around you, in the same way, everything melted away whenever he had you in his arms. Though he could never express his feelings clearly, he knew that you would understand. You always did.

“Have you showered yet?” He asked you as he played with your frizzy curls. You hadn’t had the energy to shower in a week.. It was embarrassing and you felt guilty about it. But whenever you thought about showering, all you could do was sigh. It all felt like a huge chore to do. Especially with your curly hair, just thinking about the sectioning, the detangling, the creams, the diffusing.. Lord. You just didn't want to think about it. You didn’t want to lie to him — he would find out the truth anyway — so you shamefully nodded.

“That’s ok. I’ll start a warm bath for you.” L usually didn’t spend his time doing such trivial things, he was the World's Greatest Detective after all! He should be solving cases and serving justice, yet instead he was here. With you. Taking care of you.

You couldn’t be more grateful for him.

“..Thank you.” You meekly said as you looked up at him, his softened dark eyes gazing at you. He didn’t say anything else, just gave you a kiss on your forehead and told you to go get your towel while he started the bath.

The sound of your soft humming matched the quiet jazz that played in the background as you let L detangle your hair for you after he divided it into sections. He was familiar with the routine both because he had seen you do it multiple times and because he did his own research on it. Unsurprisingly, he was great at it. His pale fingers were meticulously gentle as they worked to get the tangles out of your hair.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He carefully asked as he unclipped another section of hair and began detangling it.

“No, you’re good.” You smiled to yourself as you felt him take his time combing through your curls. “You’re actually really good at this y’know.. Thank you.”

He smiled a little, “Your hair smells nice.”

“Yeah? It smells like you.” You played around with the water, your knees pressed up against your chest as he took care of you.

“I have a smell?” He snickered.

You watched as the water from your hands poured back into the body of water in the tub, “Yeah. Lavender.”

“Did you know that lavender soothes anxiety and depression?”

You chuckled, “I didn’t know that,” You turned to look at him, “Is that why you wear it?”

“Mmm.. No, it’s just a benefit.” He planted a kiss on your nose, you scrunched it in reaction to it before turning your back to him again.

“Either way, I like how it smells. It reminds me of you.” L smiled as he heard your words.

“Are you feeling better?”

You nodded lightly, “Now that you’re here, yeah.”

After shampooing and conditioning your hair, he helped you scrub your body to get you all clean. It was the first time he’d ever seen you naked, but it didn’t feel sexual at all. He didn’t make comments on your body or make you feel awkward in any way — in fact he made you feel seen.

And not at all in a bad way.

That was when you realized the difference between a man that respected you and a man that only saw you as an object. He loved you and he’d shown it many times, but he was still respectful of you — even after 2 years. Hell, he still asked if it was alright when he kissed you.

It was one of the things that you loved about him.

He wrapped your towel around you and helped you dry off. “These are the creams you use, right?” He asked as he took out two containers & a bottle of light-weight liquid gel.

“Yeah, this one, too.” You handed him the bottle of mousse and continued to dry yourself off. He took the lid off of the containers and began to work his magic after sectioning your hair off again to make sure that the product was evenly spread throughout your hair. His gentle hands wasted no time in getting themselves sticky with cream as he did your hair for you, maybe acts of service was one of his love languages?

You didn’t know, all you knew was that it was strangely domestic for the two of you to be doing this. But it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was a simple gesture, him helping you shower and do your hair.. It was simple. Maybe.. “..Why are you doing all of this for me?”

“..Does there need to be a reason?” He was rather quick with his response. But you knew that L never did anything without a reason, hardly any of his actions were without one. You decided to tell him so. “You’re telling me there wasn’t a reason..? You just wanted to help?” You sounded surprised. And rightly so.

Because L didn’t do trivial things like this, you noted again. L didn’t just visit his lover just to have to take care of them. L wouldn't go this far for his partner.

But.. “Is that unreasonable?” he asked you. “I empathize with your situation.. And you’re dear to me, I do not want to see you go through it by yourself.” ..Maybe he really did do trivial things like this.. Or maybe they weren’t so trivial to him in the first place.

“..Oh.” you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you combed and scrunched your curls. You never would have believed that he’d do this if he wasn’t behind you doing just that.

“Have you eaten?” He asked as the soft jazz played in the living room of your apartment, he decided to make a calm environment while he helped you bathe and figured it’d please you if you had music as background noise. He truly was a sweetheart, more than you initially gave him credit for.

“Not yet, I spent the whole day sleeping..” As if on cue, your stomach began to grumble. “Do you have anything you’re craving? I can have Watari bring something over.” He offered to you as his skilled hands carded through the last section and scrunched it up.

“I don’t want anything heavy so.. Can we get chocolate cheesecake?” You looked at your hair in the mirror, admiring his skills.

“Yeah of course. Is that it?” He asked.

“Mhm.” you answered with a warm tone to your voice. Him doing all this for you didn’t cure you from your debilitating episode of depression, but it lifted your spirits. He got the hairdryer out of the cabinet you had it in after calling Watari and telling him to bring over some cheesecake. You handed him the diffuser attachment and he snapped it on. “It should be on medium heat,” You told him before sitting back on the lid of the toilet to make it easier for him to dry your hair.

It was nice having him care for you, you had to admit.

After he had finished with your hair. The both of you indulged in that chocolate cheesecake you wanted, he had surprised you with macarons too since he knew how much you liked them. One of the things you two had in common was your sweet tooth, though his was stronger than yours. That’s why you accompanied your cheesecake with a cup of milk instead of a too-sweet coffee like he did.

Now, you laid in bed with him at your side. Your arm loosely splayed across his torso while he laid on his back with his arm under your neck, basically keeping you at his side. “..Thank you for coming today.” You told him softly, the moonlight seeping in through your window. “I really needed it..- no, you.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to come over sooner, ____?” he asked you. His black eyes gazed upon you with only warmth and care in them.

“..I didn’t want to bother you.” You almost whispered it, but it was true. You knew he was busy. And you knew you’d get better soon anyway by yourself so what was the harm? “Did you really want to know?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation. “If you’re hurting, I would like to know. Even though I cannot take the pain away, I could be there for you.” L answered confidently. “You’re not a bother to me. I know that cases keep me busy, but I can always make time for you.”

You swear you could almost tear up at what he was saying to you. He sounded so genuine.. It almost felt as if you would be insulting him to think that he wouldn’t want to know about your mental health. “I’ll try to let you know from now on, then..” You smiled into his white tee.

He planted a kiss on your forehead, his fingers grazing your cheeks. “Go to sleep, you need it.”

#death note #l death note #l #death note l #l lawliet #l/ reader #l x reader #l lawliet x reader #l lawleit x reader #death note x reader #depressed reader #x depressed reader #l x depressed reader #comfort #death note comfort #hurt/comfort #Jume Writes ✒︎

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cafeinthemoon · 5 months

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Ruins - Part XXI + Extra Content

Chapter 22/?

Wordcount 3,3k

Title Part XXI

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19 . 20

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I'm glad I can share this chapter with you bc I couldn't wait to post it anymore! I wanted this moment between them to be special not only bc it is, you know, they honeymoon, but bc what it will mean for both of them in the future: the trust, the intimacy and the respect they have for each other can be sensed in each second, and it's expected to grow stronger. I really wanted to depict what a healthy relationship means when I had the idea for this story, and that's why I'm putting such effort in these things.

Also I wanted to include some humor in it as well, so I hope you enjoy the content by the end of this chapter as well haha

Your face warmed up when the god revealed his identity.

So, the doctor of the gods is Apollo’s son.

You would still need time to conciliate it, since Asclepius looked like a twin of his own father, but despite your surprise, you soon caught up with the good manners and greeted him with the owned respect.

– It is an honor for me to finally meet you as well, Asclepius-sama – you gave him a fainting smile – I apologize for my first reaction, but you really resemble the God of the Su…

Your last word was interrupted by a sudden decrease on your blood pressure, and your head fell back on your pillow. Hades rushed to your side.

– Y/n? – he helped you to sit and adjusted the pillow behind your back – Are you alright?

– I am – you sighed – For a moment, my body felt heavy again and my sight got dark, but it’s coming back again…

When your sight was finally reestablished, you looked at Asclepius and noticed he had a serious expression. He approached your spot and sat on the bed, placing the cane beside him and taking off the bag from his shoulder.

– These episodes of weakness… when exactly did they start?

You made an effort to remember, but even this was painful for you.

– One or two hours after I drank the ambrosia, I guess. But it was easy to handle... at least until I sensed the beginning of a headache. I passed out for the first time in our way here, on the corridor. But this isn’t everything: while I stood here, waiting for you, my Lord, I noticed my senses... increasing – you indicated the opened balcony with a frail hand – I’ve been hearing the nightly animals as if they’re close to this room, but they’re actually miles away, and all these sounds make the headache worst.

Asclepius thought of this for a moment, a hand under his chin. Then, he took out a strange instrument from his bag, something that resembled a portable mirror.

– Please, put your palm over the lens – he asked and you obeyed, putting your hand over the place where the glass would be if it was a mirror – Keep it there for a few seconds.

You sensed a cold upon your skin, as a glowing light appeared and vanished, little by little until everything was dark again. The exam was finished. Asclepius thanked your collaboration and analyzed the instrument. You glanced over the lens and noticed a purplish glow over them, in a shade that resembled the one of your hair now.

– It is just as Zeus-sama said – he started – You are on the growing spectrum. The blessed fluid is slowly assimilating your natural characteristics and expanding them beyond the human limits. However, your body is still mortal, and this is the cause of the uncomfortable symptoms: your immune system still views these changes as signs of sickness and it’s trying to fight it, but as the ambrosia takes over your cells, turning them into divine ones, they will become the majority, and your body will no longer react as if you were sick.

You swallowed. Knowing what was going on with your body was somewhat relieving, but you were still worried about the possibility of the symptoms increasing, and you exposed those preoccupations to him.

– About this, I might have a solution – he replied with a kind smile – Just give me a second.

He turned the instrument off and put it back in the bag and started searching for something else inside it. Finally, he took out a small bottle from it and handled it to Hades, who received it with a frown.

– Don’t tell me that it is what I think it is…

You leaned to your husband, trying to observe the bottle, then turned to the other god.

– What is this?

Asclepius had a curious expression that deepened his resemblance with Apollo: the grin of someone who had the undivided attention of powerful beings.

– Hades-sama may tell you this story later, when you have more disposition to listen to it – he replied – But to summarize, it is the medicine I created to cease a terrible plague that almost ended humanity in the past. I don’t want to brag about it, but its effectiveness was such that some men became immortal, and Hellheim lost potential inhabitants thanks to it.

Hades sighed by your side.

– Those were chaotic times, in fact, but I’m glad everything was solved – he gave the bottle to you.

You turned to the doctor.

– If this was the effect on human beings, how am I going to react to this medicine now that I’m already becoming a goddess?

– It will diminish the discomfort caused by the metamorphosis – he explained – And it will do this without interfering in the process, like other substances would do, which would be too risky. You see, you’re not really sick, y/n-san. You’re just changing. Then, I recommend you to take it only when you feel you’re not going to stand the symptoms for any longer. Small doses are enough to help you.

Asclepius’ last words sounded as comforting the ones of an adult who was trying to console his child about growing up. You didn’t find it offensive, though: being someone who was used to observe how the living beings’ bodies work, maybe it was exactly the way he thought of the situation; you were leaving the childish state of being a mortal and was now entering the adulthood of existence by becoming a divine being. Of course, the process would be scary and even painful at some point, but it was also a wonderful experience.

Suddenly, you remembered something you’ve been wanting to ask to the gods you were more familiar with, but haven’t had the opportunity.

– Ah, about this, there’s something I’d like to know, Asclepius-sama – you observed the bottle in your hands – Is it possible to tell what type of goddess I’m going to be?

He thought of the question for a while.

– According to what Zeus-sama told me, you’re on the growing spectrum. I don’t know how much he told you about this, but your side on the spectrum of transformations usually determines what types of power you might hold. Gods with the same process as you use to have familiarity with wildlife, the cycles of nature and rebirth. Demeter and Chloris, though they were divine since the start, are this type of goddesses. It’s too soon to tell if your powers are going to be similar to theirs, but they will work under the same principles.

You pondered for a moment, then turned to your husband.

– It makes sense when we remember our dreams about the ruins, Hades.

– Indeed – he agreed – A living human visiting the world of the dead really seemed to be a sign back then. Now we need to observe the development of your powers to reach a better understanding of it.

Asclepius, who was hearing the conversation in silence, stood up put his bag back around his shoulder and grabbed his cane.

– Hades-sama, y/n-san, my sincere wish is to see you reach the referred understanding. It will be a great achievement for yourselves and for the world of the gods – he bowed his head – Now, if you excuse me, other matters demand my attention.

Hades stood up right after him.

– Will you stay in Valhalla, then?

– Yes. Usually, I would visit Valhalla every six months to check on the girls’ health, but personal problems prevented me from coming in the last semester – the doctor explained; and, turning to you, – This is why you’re only seeing me for the first time now, y/n-san. Finally, try to take as much rest as possible. This is as important as the medicine I gave you.

You gave him a cordial smile.

– I will do this, Asclepius-sama. Thank you for everything.

The god bowed for the second time.

– It’s good to hear that. And, if you need me, I will be in the chambers besides Hermes’.

– Thank you for answering our call, Asclepius – Hades replied – I will accompany you to the door.

The two men left and your husband closed the door behind him. You observed the small bottle in your hands for a while before putting it upon the night stand at the left side of the bed and letting your head fall on the pillows.

***

Hades came back to your chambers after a few minutes, stating that he was going to take a bath himself.

– Are you going to be alright while I’m there? – he asked while caressing your hair.

– I am – you smiled, still lying your head on the pillow – If things get complicated, I’ll be following Asclepius-sama’s instructions.

– Good – he bent down to kiss the top of your head – I’ll be right back.

You never had a clear memory of what happened after he left you, but you were inclined to think you just stood in bed, in the dark, your consciousness slipping out as you listened to the murmur of the shower somewhere near you. You were tired and weak due to the transformation, but you were in peace: you had a medicine to lean on, the man you loved was close and your family was out there having fun.

Everything is in its right place.

It was impossible to measure how long you stood in that quiet, peaceful state, somewhere between asleep and awake, but it changed when your body began to feel cold; this cold appeared first in your feet and spread to your legs, then to the rest of your limbs as you pulled the sheets more and more against yourself, but your efforts to keep the warmth were useless, for the cold didn’t come from the outside, and soon you were taken over by successive shivers. You tried to move to your side, but felt your body heavy, as if your blood pressure got suddenly low again; this time, your head started spinning. You knew your situation were getting more serious, and couldn’t help feeling anxious.

You tried to move back to your previous position, to reach for the medicine on the night stand, but your attempt failed: your body barely obeyed you. Now you were really scared, and before you did anything to avoid it, you were already breathless and crying.

What’s going on? What’s happening to me? Am I going to...

A yellowish light appeared on the wall above your head, illuminating the headboard and the painting over it (you opted to keep the art with the fawn and the nymphs). With one last effort, you moved the sheets away and saw the bathroom’s door opened: Hades’ silhouette was stepping out of it, wrapped in a robe. You couldn’t keep looking, because the headache increased, forcing you to close your eyes.

Apparently, your bad state was evident from far, because soon he rushed to your side.

– What is it, y/n? What’s happening?

You tried to sit on the bed, but your body didn’t obey you. You only managed to change your position with his help.

– I don’t know... – you whispered, covering your forehead with your hand – My head hurts… And I couldn’t even reach for the medicine…

Making you look up to him, he moved your hand away and put his palm over your forehead, then on each side of your neck.

– You got a fever – was his worried answer – And a bad one.

Your heart jumped at those words.

– It explains this cold I’m feeling… It’s so scary… – you sighed and passed your arms around yourself as another shiver spread through your body; you raised your eyes to him, raising a trembling hand to hold the sleeve of his robe – Can you stay with me?

Hades stared at you for a moment, a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. Maybe he was thinking the same as you: that was going to be the first time you were sharing a bed; of course, none of you expected this moment to be like this, but it was there before you, and both of you sensed the importance of it.

Your husband sat by your side and wiped your tears, involving you in his arms and kissing your forehead.

– Of course I can, little one – he then grabbed the medicine and opened the bottle, holding it close to your lips – Take it.

You accepted the remedy and, after a small dose, he put it back on its previous place, then turned around the bed and took off his robe; he left the piece on the back of a chair beside the bed and finally took the place by your side.

– Come here – he passed his arms around your body and placed you between them, your head leaning on his chest, your legs folded between his.

You moaned when a new, stronger shiver spread all over your body.

– I’m so scared...

You felt the warmth of his hand massaging your back and curled yourself more on his lap.

– I know – he whispered – But I’m here with you – and, kissing your hair, – And if things get tough, we have a doctor nearby, okay?

– Okay – your voice faded as you replied; and, with an attempt to laugh, – You know… I’ve been wondering how our first night together would be like… And, among all the possibilities, I’ve never considered something like this… I’m so sorry for ruining it...

– What are you apologizing for, little one? – you felt his fingers fondling your hair – You’re turning into a goddess. The most beautiful one. There’s nothing to be sorry about.

– But I wanted to give you… to give us better moments… It’s our honeymoon, after all…

He strengthened his grip around you and kissed you again.

– Each moment, and each night we will spend together will be better than the other. This is just the first one. You don’t have t lose your head over it.

You spent a moment in silence, gathering strength to reply.

– I see…

In fact, you were anxious about that night for weeks, so when it finally came, it was only natural that you felt frustrated, even disappointed with yourself, to see things happening in an uncomfortable, unplanned way. But another thing you weren’t expecting was to find relief while speaking about your feelings and then being understood by your husband: perhaps you’ve been putting so much expectation in your own part in this that you forgot you weren’t going to take care of it by yourself; yet counting on each other was a golden rule of relationships, even more in romantic ones.

I still have too much to learn.

Fortunately for you, you had a reasonable partner, one who have learned the art of patience for centuries and who would teach you in this sense for the next ages. Ages… when you remembered that this was going to be your lifespan, your heart ached, and more shivers hit your body, but guiding your thoughts away from it would calm them down, and with effort you trained yourself in this sense.

That night was long. You spent all of it in the arms of the King of the Underworld, alternating between moments of dreamless sleep and tired consciousness; this extended as the transformation went on, and the fever diminished as the hours passed. During those painful hours, Hades was always there with you, whether talking or just caressing you; as you got used to his warmth, you noticed the cold ceasing, and as the metamorphosis became more tolerable, your body relaxed more and more in his embrace. Slowly, as the new day approached, you were recovering the sense of control over yourself, and the fear of the future diminished, until it completely disappeared.

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The first hours of the next day were something between dream and reality, for you witnessed – well, you listened to – curious things, but had no ways to decide if they indeed happened or if they were just your imagination.

At some point, you woke up, but didn’t open your eyes. You sensed you were alone in the bed, but it was still warm, and you supposed that Hades might have left moments ago. Though the room was quiet, you had the impression that your husband was in the living room with a visitor – paying close attention, you recognized Poseidon’s composed tone. They had a brief talk when most of what was said was in a foreign, ancient language that, thanks to the lessons given by your husband, you identified as Greek.

Apparently, Poseidon was going to leave Valhalla that day and came to see his brother before the travel. Besides the rapid, murmuring exchange of words in Greek, there was some chuckling, so you had no idea of what was being said (and you'd rather remain oblivious to it).

But then the conversation turned to a language you were able to fully understand.

– You don’t need to worry about that – Hades was saying – She wasn’t in conditions anyway. The changing is being successful, but it has been taking too much from her mortal body. She had a bad fever during night, but it was gone last time I checked.

– Did you call Asclepius to see her? – Poseidon inquired.

– Yes. He gave her a potion for her discomfort, but she wasn’t really medicated – your husband replied – The process of having your biology rewritten, according to him, can take longer or shorter depending on your body’s conditions, and cannot be interrupted or altered by the ingestion of medicine. Besides, as the altered cells become the majority in one’s body, the process becomes easier, and their immune system no longer recognizes the mutation as a problem. I talked to him moments ago to keep him in touch with the situation. He believes that she will be one of us by the end of this day.

– I see – his brother said – If this is the case, then she has suffered less than Heracles, who almost had his body swallowed by fire.

Hades laughed at this.

– Yes, but, please, don’t say this in front of her next time you see us.

– Alright – Poseidon’s voice softened – Send my regards to her when she wakes up.

They exchanged a few words in Greek, then said their farewell in the common language.

– I must go, now. Goodbye, brother.

– Goodbye. Be well.

A door was opened at the distance, a few steps were heard beyond it, then the door was closed, followed by utter silence.

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This is part of what was said between the brothers in ancient Greek, alternated with laughter and inner jokes that are impossible to translate:

– Good morning, elder brother. I came to say farewell. Some things demand my immediate attention in the Seas.

– I see. Truth is that I was expecting to have your company during our breakfast, but I knew that it wouldn’t be possible.

– You and your not-so-subtle way to call me antisocial. Anyways, I would have communicated my intentions sooner, but we haven’t the chance to speak yesterday and I didn’t want to interrupt your moments together. So... I am not interrupting anything now, I hope.

– Absolutely not. But if you’ve showed up earlier, you would’ve found the doors locked.

– I wouldn’t judge you. Not after what we saw at the party. You would be a fool if you didn’t take measures to keep your runaway bride safe.

– Please, don’t say these things about her. With that gaze of yours upon me, I would’ve run if I was a human girl too!

– Watch your mouth, old man! She only ran after she saw you. She was perfectly fine with us.

– Hey!

– Speaking of this, how is she doing?

– A bit tired, but well. Sleeping like a little lamb.

– Hm... You already reached the phase of the ridiculous nicknames, brother?

– Everyone reaches that phase, sooner or later. Just wait.

– Hmpf. I won’t have you cursing my fate, old man.

– It’s not a curse. You’ll thank me later.

Part XXII

#snv x reader #ror x reader #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #record of ragnarok hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok x reader

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sawyerslvt · 2 months

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 1)

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Completed series :) This is the first episode of my 8 part series. I hope you enjoy it, I really enjoyed writing this <3 Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 2,709 Warnings: MDNI, corpse, kidnapping, controlling behavior

You feel like you got hit by a truck. Your brain felt like it was gonna beat out of your head and your vision was all blurry. You’re trying to grasp at any memory of what had you in this state. Once your vision starts getting back to normal, you realize you're in an unfamiliar place. It's not until now that you also realize you're hanging from a hook to the ceiling. You try to move but feel a stinging pain from your wrists. They were numb until you moved them and now you had gained another painful sensation you had to deal with- in addition to your head.

You shut your eyes hard and try to remember… remember the night before. But you can't think of anything. You continue to think until your thoughts get interrupted by what sounds like a heavy sliding door slide open. You start panicking and you debate whether or not to scream for help. You chose to stay still, pretending to be knocked out until you get a glimpse of who it is. It wouldn't be wise to scream, drawing attention to you.

Heavy footsteps head towards you and your heart’s beating faster, your adrenaline wanting to kick in and scream bloody murder, but you hold back. The footsteps get louder until they stop right in front of you. The man grabs your chin to have you face him. You couldn't help but flinch when he first touched you. Your attempts at remaining ‘passed out’ failed as the man definitely felt you jitter. “open your eyes or i'll scoop them out of your head”. he demanded with a low and monotone voice. You carefully open your eyes so as to not upset him further and you look down on this man standing in front of you. He was big, too big and any thoughts of fighting your way out was abolished. He gave you a smirk seeing your terrified expression clearly holding back tears. “Relax darlin’ i'm just messing with ya’... that's not really my style”.

Your head is still killing you but he looked familiar and there was no doubt he was the one responsible for putting you in this god awful place. Your senses are slowly coming back to you and you feel the stench of, what could only be described as, iron, filling your nose. Looking around, you see dead pigs gutted and hung on the wall. You realize you're in a cold room, the chills didn't hit you until that very moment. Until you saw something that made your stomach turn in the worst way imaginable. On the butchering table there was a whole dead body of a human. You could barely make out that it was a woman, she was skinned all over and you immediately looked away, letting a small noise of disgust escape your mouth as you turned the other direction and winced.

The severity of the situation hits you harder than before and you see your life flash before your eyes. You were next. You knew it. He was here. He IS here. “Listen, i don't mean to scare you but you know… there is no polite way of doing this”. He seems amused by the sheer terror on your face after seeing the dead body and realizing you're next. “Please sir, what do you want?” you look down and shut your eyelids, letting a tear fall from your eyes. You know these are your last moments.

Before letting him answer you felt a small surge of energy flowing through you like a last fighting chance to live “i'll do anything, please don't kill me!” He looks at you tilting his head like he was studying you, you know that he’s probably heard it a million times. “I'll do anything”, you repeat it to emphasize how you really meant it. He just stares at you, listening to your defeated cries. You take this moment to study him back and you finally realize where you recognize this man from.

You had gotten all dolled up to go to a bar. You flirted with this man that ended up taking you to his car. Before you knew it you were knocked into the ground. Fading in and out of consciousness, you remember glimpses of him holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, and smoking a cigarette with the other. You remember seeing far stretches of empty land outside the window and every now and then he would look at you and smirk, like he was proud of his catch. “I met you at the bar” you mumble, your head aching from all the thinking you had to do to unfold these revelations. “Correct” he says simply, verifying your vague memories.

“Please, i'll do anything” you repeat for the third time, it seemed to, at the very least, make him think, buying you more time left on this earth. He finally acknowledges your statement. “Tell me darlin’ what value could you provide for me?” Even though you asked for it, you didn't expect him to entertain your offer seriously. You gather all information available to you and come to the obvious conclusion… “I can help you lure in other victims, and in exchange, you spare my life.” he lets out a chuckle. “What makes you think I need help luring in victims? I did a pretty good job catching you.” He has a point. You thought to yourself for a second… “...but… I can lure in men.” you whisper, not being very confident with your answer.

You weren't sure if it was gonna work. You felt like you were playing chess with the devil. You see him contemplate your offer and you start to see some light at the end of the tunnel. “You make it hard denying you darlin’. I have no doubts you have no issue catching the attention of men. But how do i know you wont run off or call for help” You make a risky play that could very well hit- as it could miss “you’ll just have to keep an eye on me, won't you? you didn't seem to have an issue with that back at the bar” your voice was careful but suggestive. He couldn't keep his eyes off you earlier, licking his lips and undressing you with his eyes. This was a good soft spot to hit in order to get on his good side, your sex appeal never fails. “You got my hands tied sweetheart. Ain't no denyin’”. He cuts open the rope around your ankles, puts a cloth sack over your head and unhooks you from the ceiling. “Checkmate” you proudly muttered to yourself.

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Your captor grabs you firmly by the arm and yanks you up the stairs and into, what you assume, the car from earlier. He pushes you into the car, giving you some time to adjust. “Don't you dare pull some sneaky shit or I won't hesitate to slit your throat” he slams the passenger side door shut, he walks around to the other side and you hear the driver's door open. You feel the car rumble into motion and take off.

With the cloth sack still over your head, you felt trapped. How was this actually gonna pan out? You thought it was best to gain his trust by talking to him. All things considered, he's been nice… he could've killed you but strangely chooses to spare you… you couldn't figure out why. Is this a part of his game? Is he bringing me to another location to finish the job? Your mind is making up all sorts of scenarios trying to make sense of this monster. “It's kind of dark in here” you try to make light of the situation… no pun intended. "Oh? and what do you suggest?” you couldn't see him but you could hear him smiling while asking his question. “We could start by taking off the sack, maybe?” you're still cautious with your words, afraid he’ll snap but you’re growing more confident, as you truly believe he won't kill you, at least not yet. “That way, I get to talk to you face to face” you try moving around in your seat, arching your back to get more comfortable. You let little moans escape your mouth, trying to influence his decision. You hear him let out a defeated sigh.

You feel the sack slide off your head, ruffling up your hair in the process. You get blinded due to the pitch blackness you were in seconds ago. You squint your eyes and look over to the man. You can't believe the man that swept you off your feet with his charm last night, is the same man who has you tied up in his truck, while forcing you to help catch more victims. It felt surreal, how did I even get in this situation? stuff like this only happened in movies or books.

“You’re awfully quiet, I thought you wanted ‘face to face’”. He says playfully while taking glances at you then back at the road. “Well I can hardly see. You made my hair get all messy!”. You keep nodding and bowing your head trying to gesture for him to fix it, since your hands were tied behind your back.

He lets out a quick chuckle and starts flattening your hair with his right hand. He stays looking at the road and avoids eye contact for the most part. You, on the other hand, are looking straight at him, still trying to figure this man out. Why was he doing this? It didn't make sense. You felt like a little kitten being pet by their owner.

When he felt that he was done and that you looked presentable, you expected him to put his hand back on the steering wheel and ignore you for the rest of the ride. Instead, he grabbed your face with the same hand that was brushing your hair. He made sure to squeeze a little, forcing a pouty expression onto your face. “You look beautiful darlin’”. You were shocked by the suddenness of it all but couldn't help but blush at his words. You couldn't talk with him still holding you but you managed to mutter something along the lines of “mmthankmmyu”. It was pretty incoherent but before he let go of your face he continued, “whatever boy you manage to lure, I don't want him touching you alright?”.

Even though this little song and dance is about power and control, you felt butterflies form between your legs, making you shut your thighs to get a hold of them. You've always found it attractive for men to take control, even when it could be seen as toxic. In this case ‘toxic’ wouldn't even begin to cover what this man was. You nod in submission, you thought it would make it a little harder to forbid the victim from touching you, but not impossible.

He lets go of your face and takes a glance down to your lips. You catch him and it was as if he didn't want you to by the way he quickly turned his head back to the road, but you didn't think much of it. “We’re almost there, turn around for me” you weren't sure what it meant but you faced the window, making your back face him. You try your best to peek behind you to see what he's about to do next. He pulls out his knife and you feel the rope that previously held your wrists together, slice open.

You take turns rubbing your wrists on each hand, they’re numb from how tight they were tied together. “Thank you” you muttered to him, looking down to show gratitude. He gives you a quick nod as a non-verbal ‘you're welcome’.

For the first time you drew your attention to the outside of your window. The sun was setting, it was not quite pitch black yet, but in an hour or so it would be. The sky was clear and you thought about how beautiful the stars would look on a cloud free evening such as this. You came to realize, you didn't remember his name.

You turn your attention back to the stranger, “I don't remember your name.” you look at him with a puzzled expression and a raised eyebrow, because surely he had told you back at the bar. “Why do you need my name, I don't know yours”. He was staring you right in the eyes, as if he was hinting towards him wanting to know my name. “My name is Mikaela, your turn.” you feel proud over this small interaction you've managed to gather with this killer. It made him seem almost human again, like when you first met him. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Name’s Johnny”. He gives you a small smirk. "Handsome name for a handsome man”.

You cover your mouth with your left hand holding back a giggle, like a schoolgirl who just told her crush she liked him. His smirk grows bigger and he locks eyes with you. He puts his hand on your left thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze. You hold his eye contact for a couple of seconds until you cover your face with both your hands to hide your hard blushing. This man was good at making the butterflies go crazy. His gaze alone made your stomach twirl and his hands traveling across your body was sure to leave a pool between your legs.

You feel the car slow down and you take a look around. The window no longer greeted you with far stretches of empty desert, but instead there were town roads, buildings, boutiques and lights. “We’re here” he snapped back into the low, husky monotone personality his voice had. And just like that you were pulled back into the reality that is your life. You needed to fight to find another man to take your place in that cold room, you couldn't let Johnny down, or he would deal with you the same way he dealt with that woman on the butchering table.

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Johnny gets out of his car and walks over to your side, opening the door for you. “How polite, thank you sir” you tease him, getting really addicted to his facial expressions whenever you would confidently flirt with him. It was an amused expression, one that encouraged your behavior, and whatever keeps you alive longer, you'll continue doing.

Johnny closes the car door behind you and he pushes you somewhat roughly against the car. This was the first time you were standing this close to him and you took notice of how tall he was compared to you, you truly felt like a little bunny getting preyed on by a lion. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his body bouncing off yours. His scent filled your nose, it was a masculine and but perfectly balanced perfume. A small string of his slick, black hair was falling down over his forehead. His heavy breathing, making it sway back and forth.

He looks down to you, and somehow gets even closer than before, “you remember what i told you in the car?” his right hand was pressing your shoulder into the metal surface behind you and the other was placed on the surface to trap you between his arms. You look up at his narrowed eyes. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the floor right now. You nod while maintaining eye contact “yes Johnny, no touching” you felt like you were in trouble already, yet you haven't even stepped foot in the bar. “good girl, i will keep a close eye on you”. He removes his hand from your shoulder and once again, cups your face. “When we get in this bar, I'll need you to find someone quick. Once you bring him outside, I'll take over, sound good?” He steps back letting the cool air replace his warmth. He gestures with his head to follow behind him, and you do as he suggests.

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#tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #ff #writing #fanfiction #beginner #johnny #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny tcm #smut #female reader #fem reader #johnny smut #johnny slaughter smut

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Continuing on the Fox and other posts. There was this one post somewhere (maybe on reddit?) about someone having a cold and deciding to just pop in a nyquil/dayquil and go to their uni lesson, while drinking a can of redbul or something (please don't do this) and ending up completely blacking out for the rest of the day and just going through the motions while having no idea what's going on.

Fox wakes up one day at 4 am (because he has so much work he has started to wake up an hour early so he can get an early start), his head is pounding, he's tired and achy and sore and cold. He doesn't have the time (or privilege) to stay in bed so he goes and takes the cold medicine he has stashed in his office for days like these. He's still tired after that, and he doesn't have the energy to go get a cup of caf, even if a hot drink sounds good, so he just decides to also pop in a stim (his CMO has banned energy drinks after the mixing episode that gave Fox a resting heart rate of over a hundred) just to get the day started.

Except. Fox sits down on his desk, opens up a datapad, and the next thing he knows is that his lying on a bed in the medbay and there is an absolute chaos around him. He's feeling sore and achy again and he really needs to sneeze, so he tugs a junior medic that was passing by at the sleeve and asks for a tissue.

This just causes more chaos, because now he's awake and that is somehow a huge deal. His CMO comes to him running and asks what drugs Fox has taken. Fox doesn't understand the question. His CMO is losing his mind. He says that it's almost 8 pm and this is the first time Fox has said anything during the whole day and now Fox is losing his mind as well. He was just at his office, ready to start his day, what do you mean it's 8 pm already?

Little by little, Fox gets the story. He had, apparently, been found at the Senate Dome in the late afternoon (Fox has absolutely no memory of this) by a very kind Senator (Fox doesn't even need to ask who it was, he knows and he knows he will be hearing about this later), and that he was absolutely unresponsive, even though he was walking around. The very kind Senator had flagged down the other Commanders (Fox is definitely going to be hearing about this later), who had brought him back to the HQ. Fox had, apparently, looked absolutely high out of his mind under his helmet, and had just been lying in the bed after being pushed down on it while the medics had tried to figure out what the fuck he had got in his system.

Fox is just about to explain that all that was in him was one (1) cold medicine and one (1) stim tablet, when some poor trooper comes running in, gasping for breath, and barely gets out that the Chancellor has been found dead. In his office. Estimated time of death somewhere late afternoon that day.

The medbay falls silent. His CMO turns slowly to look at Fox. Fox stares back. Fox gets a feeling. That feeling that only blackout drunks, or people who have blacked out for estimated fifteen hours recently for others reasons, can get.

His CMO slowly pulls a blanket over Fox, turns to others and says that it's a good thing that the Commander has been here the whole day because he has a cold and couldn't risk the Chancellor's health, since, as you know, the older you get, the frailer your immune system becomes. Everyone nods. Fox kinda wants to argue about it but his CMO glares at him, and, Fox is achy and sore and tired and his head hurts, so he decides that it's maybe for the best if he just goes back to sleep. After all, this is the first time no one is going to tell him to go back to work while sick, because, well. There isn't anyone to do that anymore, is there.

(He's never really sure what happened or if it even was him, but he can't really complain. And no one else does, either, after they find some really interesting things in the Chancellor's office while investigating the crime scene)

#Palpatine is dead because he wouldn't give Fox a sick day and Fox's body decided that it was going to get one #one way or another #star wars #sw #the clone wars #commander fox #coruscant guard #Bail sends Fox a card and some nice tea #I'm also sick so this is really topical lmao

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welcometololaland · 5 months

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2023 writing wrap up (for the mems) (part 1 - i want to do the stats one as well!)

Thanks for the tags @liminalmemories21 @alrightbuckaroo and @reyesstrand 💜 Rules: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones you're most excited about.

1. a long time ago (we used to be friends) (December / Tarlos / E / 166.6k)

Carlos is a former private investigator, and his runaway ex is being accused of murder.

2. Cursed is a State of Mind (September / Firstprince / E / 17.2k)

A commentary on Alex and @dustratcentral's cursed coffee habits. Also, a love story. For my angel @rmd-writes.

3. (Un)Professional Services (September / Tarlos / E / 63.3k)

The Tarlos Professional Services AU co-write with @rmd-writes.

4. Catch and Release (September / Firstprince / T / 4.8k)

Snippet of a Rowing AU. For a title challenge given to me by @tailoredshirt.

5. oh baby, i'm a fool for you (September / Tarlos / E / 3k)

Total crack. TK tries to get Carlos to watch Twilight (and fails). For the vampire enthusiasts @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @rmd-writes.

6. Fifty First Dates (September / Firstprince / E / 26.4k)

Alex challenges Henry to go on fifty first dates and then wishes he was one of them. Also, oodies. For my baby girl @celeritas2997.

7. living at the centre of a wound still fresh (June / Tarlos / E / 43k)

The Tarlos honeymoon, reimagined.

8. all is near and can't be touched (May / Tarlos / T / 3.8k)

Season 4 Episode 16 coda.

9. Cause of Action (WIP / April / Hangster / T / 7.7k)

ARGH don't look here I need to finish it.

10. (Fl)oral Arrangements (March / Tarlos / E / 5.2k)

Tarlos smut made into a season 4 episode 8 coda.

11. Like Gravity (February / Hangster / E / 6.5k)

Flirting at a bar that turns into something else, with a twist.

12. Warm Whispers (February / Tarlos / E / 4.3k)

Gratuitous wedding night spec.

13. Hearbreak High (January / Tarlos / T / 6.8k)

Kidfic part 3 with a teenager experiencing heartache.

14. Love in Slow Motion (January / Tarlos / E / 32.7k)

Tennis AU prompt fills. Super soft.

15. Target Audience (January / Tarlos / E / 8.2k)

Carlos Reyes vs. TikTok. This fic is a damn comedy.

I'll leave an open tag for anyone who would like to share, please tag me if you decide to participate. I'll also yeet this into the rwrb fandom by tagging @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @dumbpeachjuice @happiness-of-the-pursuit @everwitch-magiks and @indomitable-love just in case you haven't done it <3 and also @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-tk and @carlos-in-glasses just because.

#2023 writing wrap up #rwrb #tarlos #tarlos fics #rwrb fics #hangster #hangster fics #911 lone star #firstprince #red white and royal blue #top gun maverick #tgm

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Hazbin Hotel thoughts...

The Morning Star Family

Spoilers!

Despite what we see at the ending of episode 8. I still want to belive that the Lilith who Lucifer fell in love with, who is Charlie's actual mother, and the one who made her song fill Hell with dreams and hope, isn't the Lilith we see sitting by the beach.

I still believe in the theory of Eve at some point taking Lilith's place. For all we know Eve and Lilith could look almost identical, and Lute only called her "Lilith" to hint that Eve now had to go down and convince Lucifer and Charlie that she is Lilith and to not continue the Hazbin Hotel.

I mean seriously! I just can't accept this women in these pictures is a cold hearted evil bitch who would leave Lucifer and Charlie for a place in heaven! 😭💕

The way Charlie describes her mother in the first episode, I simply can't believe that Lilith would leave a place which, in Charlie's own words, "... meant a lot to her." (Lilith).

I want, and hope that the Morningstar can be a family again like in the picture. I do believe that the real Lilith did leave Lucifer because he had become someone she didn't recognize anymore. He wasn't the man she fell in love with anymore. He had lost his will to dream, and well... Got depression...

BUT! Charlie changed that! She made her father open his eyes and allowed him to dream again! She did that! And I want to believe that Charlie will bring her parents together again! 🥺❤️

I also don't think that Lucifer ever had anything romantic or sexual with Eve. I think he just wanted to mess with Adam, and hinted at the apple he gave Eve. Which of course let to free will. Which perhabs made Eve leave Adam??? I mean Adam has sex with whoever right? He said that himself in the first episode. So it would make sense that Eve left him perhabs? But that Eve and Adam still share hate for Lucifer and Lilith. And maybe Adam and Eve work together? Who's to say...

That leads me to my fear... What if at some point... Lucifer is going to die... Either to save Charlie or perhabs the real Lilith. I think it's pretty clear that as it is right now. Charlie is no way near as strong as Lucifer... Supposedly Lucifer is the second strongest, only next to God? And perhabs Jesus? If they're part of the show at all?

Of course Lucifer couldn't take on all of the elder angels. So he was cast to hell with Lilith.

But Lucifer is my favorite character!!! I mean come on! He's adorable! And I think I have a weak spot for goofy characters that actually is the strongest and most powerful in the room hahha ❤️

But it's a typical move in stories, for the protagonist to reach their full potential, their mentor have to die or at least be weakened... I'm just so afraid ahhhhh!!! Please don't kill him off Vivzie!!! 🥺

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!!!

You can't hurt a face like that!!!

Me "PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS!!!"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel lilith morningstar #protect him at all costs

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CANON CHENFORD PROJECT

Hi, friends! The time has come and we are once again entering hiatus mode. HOWEVER, this time, there’s no more wondering if and when these two idiots in love will finally admit their feelings for each other. WE DID IT! We’re officially living in the era of canon chenford! IT’S TIME FOR CELEBRATION! Content creation tends to die down at this time, so I wanted to share a project for gif makers (or anyone in any capacity) to work on until these two return. This is, obviously, just for fun, so there are no rules or time constraints. Change/alter/remove whatever you’d like - there’s no wrong way to do it!

In addition to the usual #chenfordedit, we can also use #canon chenford project to find everyone’s work. :)

Prompts:

[15] single shots - whichever shots you find aesthetically pleasing

[12] easily missed details

[10] all-time favorite scenes (ranked)

[10] favorite chenford episodes (ranked)

[8] rarely giffed moments

[6] favorite lucy episodes

[6] favorite tim episodes

[5] seasons (ranked)

[4] cold opens

[4] songs you associate with chenford

[3] musical moments

[3] favorite chenford inclusive trios - chenford + another character

[2] locations

[2] colors

[1] au gif set - canon-divergent, actual alternate universe, anything goes!

[1] favorite lucy scene

[1] favorite tim scene

+ create your own (optional) bonus prompts

#the rookie #therookieedit #chenford #chenfordedit #tucy #lucy x tim #tim bradford #lucy chen #canon chenford project

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Dangerous Love - Part Nineteen (Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader)

Summary: Avery Routledge is John B's cousin, and she has just moved to the OBX - just in time for a treasure hunt. But with John B keeping secrets in order to protect her, he pushes her into the arms of the Kook King. She becomes tangled with none other than Rafe Cameron, but will she realise how damaged he is before it is too late, or will he ruin her before she can get away?

Warnings: death, smut, dub-con, non-con, toxic behaviour, abuse, kidnapping

Ships: Rafe Cameron x OC, minor!JJ x OC

We left off last time with Rafe and Avery in a bad place, and Rafe having just received a call from Ward that John B was injured. I've tried to match up as much of the timeline with the show as I can, but things may be slightly different then they were in Episode 8. Anyway, enjoy...

I just want to add a TW for you all: there are mentions of domestic violence. If you are not comfortable reading about it then please do not proceed with this chapter. All of my other warnings still stand.

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Rafe rode like the wind was carrying him. Carrying us. We drove in silence from the large beach house to the Cameron Mansion, only the whirring of his bike keeping us company. His house was in sight before we knew it, and I hopped off of Rafe's bike the second he skidded to a stop.

John B was hurt. He had been hurt on a fishing trip with Ward Cameron. Hadn't Uncle John gone missing at sea on a fishing trip? I thanked whatever god that was listening that even if John B was hurt, at least he was back on land.

I ran to the front door, but before I could open the door, Ward Cameron was there opening it for me. His sleeve was rolled up and wrapped around it was a large bandage.

"Avery Routledge. You came," he said, looking down at me with satisfaction in his eyes.

"Of course I did. Where's John B?"

"Have you not heard from him at all?"

I crinkled my brows in confusion - if my cousin had been hurt on the fishing trip with Ward, surely he would know that John B hadn't contacted me?

"No of course not-"

"She's been with me most of the morning," Rafe interjected, and I felt his hand on my lower back. I chanced a glance at him but he wasn't looking at me. Only at his father. They shared a wordless exchange, and something flipped in my stomach. I stepped away from both of them, removing Rafe's touch from me.

"What's going on here? Where is John B?"

"Sweetheart-" Rafe started but I snapped my gaze up to him.

"Don't call me that, Rafe," I snapped. "Mr Cameron, where is my cousin? Rafe said that he was hurt. What happened?"

"He's not here currently. Come inside and I will explain," Ward said and turned, entering his house. I stared after him, at his calm demeanour and instantly knew that something was wrong.

"Rafe, you said he was here," I hissed, staring at the ground. I heard Rafe approach me, rather than saw him, and was not surprised as his hand came up to tilt my head to meet his gaze.

"I didn't. I told you that my Dad said you should come over. Not that John B was here."

His tone was cold and honestly frightening. I glanced around him and saw that Ward was still just inside the entryway, watching us.

"You knew what your words sounded like. You implied that he was here," I said, tugging away from him. "Where is John B?"

"Come inside and my Dad will explain everything to you."

"I'd rather stay out here, if you don't mind."

"And I'd rather that you weren't still sleeping with JJ, but it looks like we're both not going to get what we want."

I paled. The venom in his words was clear, especially as he said JJ's name. I took another step back, but Rafe was already there, grabbing my wrist in his tight grip, and tugging me towards him.

"Rafe-"

"I told you to come inside. Let's go, Avery."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" I yelled. "Let me go and tell me where my cousin is."

"Fine. He might be with your friends, and as usual, causing trouble. News flash, Avery, but John B is not a good guy. He attacked my Dad and then ran off. The police are after him and he is now a criminal. Now," he lowered his tone, as he reached up to wrap a loose curl of mine around his finger. "You are going to do as you are told and get inside the house."

"No I am not. I am going to find my cousin and get the hell away from you, you bastard!"

It all happened so quickly. One second, my hair was wrapped around his fingers, and the next, his hand had struck my cheek. I was momentarily blinded by the sudden pain and cried out as I stumbled away from him. He didn't let me fall, instead leaning down to throw me over his shoulder. My head smacked his back, but recovering myself, I screamed and pounded my fists against him.

Rafe had hit me, and now he was forcing me into his house against my will. Screaming his name, he only placed me back on my feet once we were inside the house and Ward had locked the door behind us. Rafe leaned in close, his breath hitting my ear.

"That was for fucking JJ Maybank."

I moved away towards the staircase, my cheek hot and sore from the force of Rafe's hand. He had hit me. And Ward was standing idly by, doing nothing about it. Fear coursed through my veins as I touched my cheek tenderly, staring down the two Cameron men.

"Where is John B?" I whispered into the silence.

Ward leaned against the front door, now locked, and placed his hands into his pockets. "You cousin currently has the police after him. He attacked me on our fishing trip and seems to think that I had a hand in the death of his father."

"Uncle John." My whisper went unnoticed.

Rafe was still staring at me, fists clenched at his sides.

"I am worried that he will hurt those around him so I asked for Rafe to bring you here. To protect you."

"No - no, that's not it at all. John B would never have attacked you without good reason."

Ward gestured at his arm. "Well he did, Miss Routledge. He attacked me and he was out of his mind as he did so.

I thought of John B. He was many things: stubborn, infuriatingly so sometimes, and could be harsh with his words when he was upset or worried, but he was not unstable or violent. He wouldn't hurt anyone without a reason. He just wouldn't. Which meant...

"You killed my Uncle John," I spat.

Ward barely flinched at my words, and only shrugged. "It's what John B believes. But like I said, he was unstable as he did so-"

I interrupted him, storming up to Ward Cameron with a look of hatred on my face. "John B has never suspected any foul play in the death of his father - if he believes that you had anything to do with it then it is for good reason. You killed my Uncle, Ward. Admit it."

"Fine, Avery. I was there when your Uncle died but I would love to see either of you Routledge's try to prove it. I have the police on my side, and they are out looking for your cousin. John B doesn't stand a chance."

I saw red, my hand reaching up and smacking Ward around the face just as Rafe had done to me. Before I knew what was happening, there was an arm around my waist pulling me away. I was tugged backwards, the grip constricting my breath. "You bastard! You are setting him up!" I screamed.

"Be that as it may, I think you'll find I could get away with murder if I wanted to." Ward's calm appearance was infuriating. On the other hand, I could feel Rafe's heavy breaths against my back. He was far from calm.

"The lot of you are monsters!" I cried, tears falling down my cheeks. Where was John B? Where were any of my friends? I prayed that he was safe. "Let me go, Rafe!"

"We're not letting you go, Avery," Rafe said loudly from behind me. "John B will try to kill my Dad if he gets the chance."

"But with you here?" Ward continued, and everything clicked into place for me.

"He won't try anything," I muttered weakly. "That's why I'm here, isn't it? Insurance so that John B leaves you alone."

Ward nodded, and I lost it. I clawed at Rafe's arm, screamed profanities at him as he dragged me backwards away from his father. We were heading towards the stairs and Rafe started to pull me up them. I fought him with everything in me, tried to make it impossible for him to take me anywhere, but he was too strong for me. He pulled me away from his father, away from the smug expression on his face.

And then we were in a familiar hallway and I knew where Rafe was taking me. To his bedroom.

He shoved me inside harshly to the middle of the room, so forcefully that I fell to my knees. Everything in me felt exhausted and tired, the tears on my cheeks were still coursing a steady stream.

Rafe turned and locked the door, and I looked around the room. There was one window, and I heaved myself to my feet and ran to it. It didn't budge as I tried to yank it up, and there was no key to open it. Through it, I could see a tiled flat roof that presumably shadowed the decking that surrounded the side of the house.

Rafe chuckled from the other side of the room and I spun to stare at him.

"Despite my father's words, I am looking to protect you here, Avery. I want you to be safe."

"I won't be safe whilst I'm with you and your delusional father."

He moved quickly, shoving my shoulders so that my head smacked the glass window. "Don't you dare insult my father. He is a good man and will keep you safe here, from your crazy cousin."

"John B would never hurt me," I hurled at him, conviction behind my words. "He is my family."

"And your family have never hurt you before?"

I trembled at his words, my arms hugging each other as he glared at me with a satisfied quirk to his lips. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Rafe's hands pried mine down, away from my body, lacing his fingers through mine. I needed to save my fight for a chance to escape, so I let him. His touch was meant to be soothing, and I cursed the part of me deep down that still found it to be so. Despite everything today, Rafe had still been the one to be there for me every minute of my time at the OBX. He had been the one to kiss my bruises.

"I do know what I'm talking about. I told you that my father investigates everyone new to this island. He makes everyone's business, his business. But I personally asked him to enquire about you, Avery. I wanted to know more, wanted to know who you were running from and who had you so scared. I wanted to know why you moved here so suddenly. So I let our private investigator do some digging."

"No-"

"Yes," he retaliated. "I did it because I love you."

I knew the answer, but I still had to ask the question. "And what did you find out?"

"Police records. Everything you reported to them each time you tried to run away. Those corrupt cops may not have done anything for you, but they still wrote everything down. All of the times you reported that your mother had hit you, that her boyfriend had tried to make advances on you. I've seen everything that you told them. And then I dug into the hospital records. Every time that you were admitted due to 'a fall down the stairs' or 'accidently walking into things.' I knew it was bullshit, but it did make me wonder why no one had ever looked into it further. And you know what I found?"

I did know what he had found. Of course I knew. I had lived in the hell for years. "My mum's boyfriend is the chief of police."

"He told everyone that you were lying, that you were mentally unstable, that you injured yourself. And even after all our time together, I waited for something to change in you, to see if perhaps mental health did play a part in those reports. But it never did. You weren't lying."

I pulled a hand away from his and placed it over my mouth as I released a sob. He went on ruthlessly.

"And then I saw your stomach."

It took everything within me not to break down, even if it was in Rafe's arms. Everything that he was saying was true. And finally, someone knew it. John B knew that my mother could be cruel. JJ knew that she hit me. But no one knew everything. Until now. I crumbled.

Rafe looked down at me and finally he seemed to soften up. His love for me could apparently temper his anger, no matter how potent. The sympathy in his eyes was bursting to the brim, and his mouth was softly frowning. He released my other hand and bought it up to the back of my neck, pulling me in for a hug. I buried my face against his chest, tears instantly soaking the fabric of his shirt.

"I fought them off - both of them, but they never stopped. My mother doesn't like disobedience, but Tony seemed to think that I was playing some sort of game with him. If I didn't do as he said, or dressed in something that let any of my skin show, he thought that I was trying to lead him on. But I never was!"

His stroked my hair as I cried, finally letting years of pain poor out of me. It was a stupid decision to unload all of this to Rafe, but he already knew most of it.

"I know you weren't, sweetheart. I know."

I felt him lean down and pick me up, his hands under my knees as he then walked us to his bed. Sitting down, he let me continue to cry as I sat on his lap.

"What was the last straw? Why did you leave?" Rafe asked slowly. I gulped. I had never mentioned this to anyone, had tried to forget it had ever even happened. But now that Rafe was asking, I found that I wanted to say it, to let the small animal of pain and memory inside of me out.

"Tony snuck into my bedroom. It had been a hot day and I'd been sitting around our pool in my swimsuit thinking he wouldn't be home. But he showed up earlier than I thought. He kept telling me that I was dressing that way for him, that I wanted him to notice. So he was going to do something about. He groped me, touching me where he shouldn't have touched me. I fought him and my mum came in but when I told her what he had been doing, she didn't believe me. She called me a liar, and said I was asking for it. I told them that I was going to the police and I was going to make them believe me-"

Rafe's grip around me tightened at my words and I could feel his heart picking up in his chest.

"And they didn't believe you?"

"I never made it there. Tony and my mother beat me, kicking my stomach and throwing glasses at me. They left me in my bedroom for days, until finally Tony came back and told me that he was going to have to do something about me and my nasty lies. He implied that he was going to get rid of me. So I ran. That night I gathered all of my things together and left."

He said nothing as I finally calmed down my sobbing, finally stopped the tears from coming and finally looked up at him. His eyes were empty of everything but his grip was still tight. I did not know how to interpret it.

The sun was setting outside of his window, taking the last of the sun with it. I was conscious of everything, that I needed to find my cousin, that I needed to contact my friends. But I let him hold me anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Avery. I really am. But this only proves to me how badly you need my protection."

I was startled and the fear was back again. Rafe wasn't letting me go. He was only holding on tighter.

"Rafe, please-"

"If your own mother could do that to you, then who knows what John B could do."

A fresh burst of adrenaline pumped through me again, and I started to struggle against him. "You can't do this, Rafe! I trust you, I let you take care of me but this is too much! Let me go and find John B. I'll talk to him, find out why he is saying these things about your Dad."

It was a lie. I would find John B and take him far away from Ward. And Rafe knew it too.

"I can't do that, sweetheart. I can't let you go. Ever."

And he twisted us so that I fell off of him onto the fresh silk of his sheets. He stared down at me, at my broken form and tear-stained cheeks, and I stared back. "You can't," I whispered.

"You'll find that I can. I have my father backing me. He knows about the police reports and hospital visits. He will call your mother if you try to run."

"And you would let him?"

"I wouldn't want him to. But I can't lose you. Not to the Pogues."

"I won't run."

"I know that you're lying."

"I'm not-"

"You are and I don't appreciate it, Avery. You are going to stay here, the police are going to find John B, and everything will be fine."

I sat up, my legs hanging over the end of the bed. My skirt had ridden up and I noticed Rafe noticing. "Nothing will be fine! You can't hold me captive here! You're as bad as my mother! You're as bad as her boyfriend!"

If storm clouds could cover someone's expression, that was exactly what happened with Rafe. He leaned down, his nose nearly touching mine.

"Don't you dare say that - I am nothing like either of them! They only wanted to hurt you and use you! I love you and want to protect you from everything!"

"You hurt me!" I screamed.

"I did it for your own good! JJ doesn't want you like I do, he never will. Sleeping with him was a mistake and you won't do it again. You won't go near him again!"

"I will do what I want! You don't own me, Rafe!"

His voice became deadly quiet. "You love me, Avery. I don't need to own all of you, but I own your heart. And that is more than enough for me." He paused, pushing himself away from me. "You will stay here, you will do as you're told, and you will be safe. There is no room for disagreement here. You clearly don't know what is best for you."

"My friends are best for me," I screeched, standing up. He towered over me, but he was too calm for my liking.

"Think what you want. You'll learn, Avery. That I promise you."

Before I could stop him, he shoved me so that I flew backwards onto the bed. Before I could stand up again, he was at the door, looking back at me with a terrifying satisfaction. "You'll learn."

And then he was gone, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him.

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I pounded at the door after he had gone but I knew what to expect. The door was locked hard, as was his window. I tried punching the window but all that I succeeded in was bruising my knuckles. Whatever the window was made of, it was too thick for me.

Hours later, I was stood dejectedly staring into the mirror hanging on the indigo wall. My cheek was red and still swollen, and there was a small cut on my cheekbone, presumably from where Rafe's ring had clipped my skin. I hadn't even felt it before, but now everything was sinking in. Along my jaw was finger sized bruises.

So much had happened in the past six hours that I felt exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to wake up in my bed, all of this being a terrible nightmare, but that was not what was going to happen.

I needed to escape but nothing I tried could work. I had even thrown items at the window, but to no avail. I had screamed myself hoarse, praying that Rafe would come back but he didn't. I was alone. Moving to sit on the bed, I felt the day's events catching up on me. I wanted to lay on Rafe's pillow, to give in to sleep, eager for even a brief moment of forgetting.

But just as I did so, I heard a small tapping. I ignored it, not used to the sounds of the unfamiliar house, but the tapping continued, now louder. Sitting up, I looked over to the window.

Muffling a scream, I stared. There on the flat roof was Kiara. Her face was alert and paler than usual, and she was looking at me with worry.

"Avery," she breathed but I could barely hear her voice through the glass.

"I can't get out, Kie" I said, trying to keep my voice low to not alert Rafe or Ward. "The door and window are locked."

And then I saw it in her hand. A small hammer. But would she be able to break the glass?

My question was answered as a fierce rage took over her face and she swung. It cracked the glass but it didn't shatter. I paused, listening for noise downstairs, but heard nothing. Kiara swung again, and the cracks spawned a spider web on the glass.

A final swing had the glass breaking inwards. I punched at the shattered glass pieces, expanding them to make the gap big enough for my body to squeeze through. Ignoring the blood that was now on my hands as I shoved the glass away, I crawled through. The glass cut my bare arms but I ignored it. I could swear that I could hear footsteps approaching.

Kiara tugged me the rest of the way through and I barely had time to hug her before we were off. We scaled the roof, and I winced every time my cut hands rubbed against the tiles. Kiara led me down the roof to where it was low enough for us to jump.

We did. And then we ran. My feet stung from the impact of the jump, but I didn't care. We ran to the walls surrounding the house, and I gave Kiara a leg up. She heaved herself up and over, and I heard male voices on the other side. Then there were hands reaching back and I clung to them. My bare knees scraped the walls but once again, I ignored the pain. Then there was a voice.

I looked over my shoulder to see Rafe staring at me through the broken window. He looked furious and he was screaming my name. Then he was gone. Assuming he was coming downstairs to get me, I sped up my movements. I was moving so quickly, suddenly dizzy from fear, that it took two pairs of hands to get me over and to the ground safely. Looking up, I could have cried. Kiara was with JJ and Pope.

But there was no time for pleasantries. JJ hauled me to my feet and into his arms, before tugging me along after the others. We didn't have to go far. We were soon in their boat, racing away from the Cameron House and from Figure Eight. The others were moving about frantically, watching out for both Rafe and Ward, or the police, but I sat on the small seat, numb to it all.

Rafe had tried to force me to sleep with him. He had hit me and then held me captive. But I had revealed to him my deepest darkest shame. There were no words to say.

I knew that my friends were whispering about me, casting me worried glances, but I couldn't hear it. There was only the rushing of the waves in my ears. It was dark so they couldn't see the injuries on my face.

And then someone placed a jacket around my shoulders. I looked up. JJ. Of course it was JJ.

"Avi," he whispered. He knelt down in front of me, his hands taking mine and turning them over, the cuts still bleeding. He pulled out the emergency first aid kit and started to clean me up and I watched him, but felt nothing as he did so. When he was done, he reached up to my face. "Avery, my lovely girl." He was whispering still and I could see the pity in his eyes. He hadn't called me his lovely girl in years. "I'm so sorry that this happened."

I said nothing, ignoring all of their soft words as we raced back to The Cut, as the others continued to whisper.

I felt nothing.

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