#ps their fucking fingers when they were holding hands I'm DEAD

[naranjapetrificada]

Me: You will not placate my concerns about the whole Izzy storyline with cute gentlebeard moments, Mr. Jenkins!

Also me: Ed's! Shoulder! Shimmy! 🥹

[beoneofus]

𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩

fandom: slashers/house of 1000 corpses

otis driftwood x afab! reader

length: short..ish

warnings: she/they pronouns, nsfw, heavy degrading, man handling ( consensual? ), throat fucking, hair pulling/tugging, humiliation kink, knife usage, blood mention, gore mention ( if I missed anything, I apologize! )

a/n: I'm posting a second imagine within the last two/three hours because I feel like a dirty bitch. hopefully, you all enjoy. / ps. not proof read, sorry for any errors! /

( unedited, 5.4.22 )

“ I said, getch'er fuckin' ass t'work, girly. ”

a rough, scarred hand held messy locks of hair in a vice grip; digits keeping a tight hold on the tresses that weren't even half of an inch away from the person's scalp. “ don't make me fuckin' repeat my damn self again, unless you want this motherfucking knife shoved so far into your damn eye, that your sockets pocket out from the back of yer' fuckin' skull. ” the albino spat, eyes narrowed dangerously down at the person on their knees, in front of him. they gulped silently, while eyeing the sharpened, slightly rusted blade in his other hand.

y/n had never thought a road trip would go this bad. I mean, no trip out of state is perfect, some shit is always bound to happen; but to end up in a psycho killer's house, on your knees, in front of a man that smelled heavily of copper and surprisingly, cheap cologne, was not on someone's agenda. especially not y/n's.

the fact that she had been eyeing him when he was gutting her friend, who wasn't so much of their friend, in front of her, made matters worse. they weren't at all bothered that the bitch got butchered, nor the sight of the guts that spilled from her open stomach, nor that this psychopath had her fucking blood smeared on him, - from the side of his face, to his arms - like some halloween artist dressing up for a holiday party. It was sickening; stomach wrenching.. but it didn't bother them.

they, actually, were turned on by it.

that's exactly why otis, cut her top to smithereens before shoving her onto the hard wood floor. although the newly made rips in her jeans exposed her knees, and they were now digging into the splintered wood, they couldn't find it in themselves to give a fuck. not at all.

they weren't even scared.. she just wanted to lay the part of the helpless victim because it gave them butterflies.

“ that'a good little bitch.. ” otis muttered, smirking down at the person as they used their blood coated fingers to undo the belt that wrapped around though his belt loops. “ wasn't so hard ta' listen, now was it? — go faster! ” he barked, mood suddenly shifting while lips jutted out dangerously. “ don' make me fuckin' wait, y'little cunt. 'm not somebody that waits the fuck around - sure 's hell ain't gonna' do it for some little whore that decides to take their good ol' fucking time. ”

y/n had to hold off at whimpering out at the snappy tone in the blonde's voice. the way his Red eyes stared her down like she was some type of prey, the harshness his voice held, the fact that he had a knife gliding on the side of her head- fuck, it was all so much. by time she was zipping down the zipper to his jeans, her hands began to tremble in need.

“ look at cha', shaking like some pathetic little puppy dog that jus' got it's ass beat! ” throwing his head back, otis obnoxiously barked out a laugh. he didn't know how wrong he actually was, though. “ god, wish I could save this moment forever! seein' y'look so motherfucking terrified is way too good. ”

his words came to a cut, though, once y/n took his half-hardened length into their grip. his head angled downwards, red orbs snapping to stare down at the person before him; his gaze never wavering, in fact only become more stern, once lips met the tip of his cock.

“ god fuckin' damn it.. shit.. ” he hissed quietly. so quiet, that it was barely audible. having somebody actually please him, without them being dead or pulling any funny shit, is something he hasn't received in a while. just watching y/n place small kisses along his cock's head, before opening her mouth and gliding her tongue along the side, down to the base, sent a shiver down his back.

staring up at him with doe like eyes, that still seemed to hold a ‘ scared ’ look, the person in question continued to teasingly give the pale man small brushes of pleasure. small licks up and down his shaft, kissing the tip, even wrapping their fingers around the base and moving them in a massage-like rhythm.. it was nice. otis, though, got impatient quick; this simply wasn't enough.

“ th'fuck did I say about messin' around? ” he growled out lowly, tone dangerously calm, once he yanked her head forward by the roots of their hair. a sound actually left her lips that time, but he paid no mind to it; it didn't even cross in his brain that it could've been a moan. “ get t'work, stupid cunt! ” otis actually aggressed, voice finally raising. “ you don't want that pretty little fuckin' head of yer's on a spike, now do ya'? put that fucking mouth ta' work if you wanna' keep breathing! ”

although she wanted to keep being a little brat, they didn't wait around any longer. listening, y/n opened their mouth and slowly slid the head of his cock in. lips wrapping over the pink flesh, they hummed; eyes closing as gentle suckling occurred. while they began to bob their head at a slow pace, their hand worked to guide up and down the man's girth.

y/n could hear otis inhale sharply in approval, but didn't actually pay attention any further. instead, now caught in the task at hand, she focused on swirling her tongue over the sensitive tip. surface pressing to the slit, only to harshly lip upwards and bounce off. that certainly got a rise out of otis, because the grip on her locks tightened.

the albino himself was having a hard time keeping it together. as they continued taking him in, inch by inch and lick by lick, the more great the sensation got. believe it or not, he's never felt so good in his nearly sixty years of living. this person was skilled with their mouth; way better than he had fucking expected.

“ fuckin' shit.. ” he huffed out, head tilting back enough to where he could stare at the ceiling momentarily, before his lids fell closed. the male trusted hips forward, just a bit, to slide his cock further down the victim's throat and keep with their pace.

y/n let their eyes flutter open. peaking up through their lashes, only to watch as the blonde psychotic enjoyed the pleasure she provided. a smirk threatened to break onto their lips, but she contained herself; opting to move her hand away from his dick, and instead focus on cupping his bare balls.

at that, otis' breath hitched in his throat. all he could think of now, was how daring this bitch really fucking was. shit, other people he's captured in the past were willing to do this, but only because he threatened them. they never went this far; never really went out of their way to make him feel good, at all. this little doe, however, didn't seem to mind sucking him off. he wasn't complaining, but it sure was unusual.

putting that thought aside, though, the blonde male looked back down at the person, who now looked quite smug as they stared up at him with dilated pupils. so she was enjoying it.. interesting.

pressing the flat side of the knife to her left cheek, fingers locked into her hair tightly before his hips snapped forward full force. the person's eyes widened, at the sudden pressured down their throat, but otis' could care less. the sickening smirk that pulled onto his face showed that; he was getting off on taking them off guard, just like he did with everyone else.

“ how 'bout I wipe that fucking look off yer' little face - whaddya' say, cheap shot? ” the albino mused, his brows raising in amusement. pulling back out of her mouth, right until the tip grazed over their bottom lip, before ramming forward once more; length speedily hitting their gag reflex and making her choke. by now, a tear had slid down their face.

“ don't look so fuckin' cocky now, ” he snarled, teeth grinding together as he repeated the action. the person's hands had slid to his thighs; gripping them, as leverage. “ - looks like y'enjoy getting that fucking mouth of yours rocked into; right? you love it, you fuckin' whore, don't you? ” another snap of his hips. more tears cascaded down her cheeks. “ bet you'd fuckin' love it if I dumped my damn seed right into the cockpit of your fuckin' stomach. ”

otis continued thrusting his length in and out y/n's cavern, all while sadistically grinning down at them; small cackles slipping through his lips each time she'd tried to pull back. her gag reflex, clearly, was sensitive, which is exactly why otis enjoyed hitting it over and over. the way her throat would tighten around his cock's head sent him into a frenzy, the tears pouring down her face were absolutely beautiful, and the fact that saliva coated his dick and ran down her chin like a waterfall was a glorious site.

he sure could get used to it.

“ fuckin' christ.. ” otis bit out through a clenched jaw, once his thrusts became sloppy and further apart. “ so close to coating that tongue of your in my seed, you messy fucking bitch. look at you - you look like shit!” a devilish smirk pulled at his mouth while another, loud cackle rang out. “ so pretty, though - you look so good on your fucking knees for me, mamas. ”

y/n's eyelids were falling, vision hazy in a lust filled daze. they enjoyed the wreckage they received from the psychopath - it was nice, being used. they were so very soaked because of it. just the stimulation of it all had the person ready to just swallow his cum greedily.

when he grunted out loudly and slipped out from between y/n's lips, she happily followed suite to opening her mouth when he demanded them to. sliding her tongue out, sicking it out nice and inviting; surface flat. a smile, quite crazed, took over their face as otis finally yelled out and came onto their tongue.

“ fuck-! ” the male hissed, white fluid shooting from his cock and into the mouth of the awaiting victim. watching as most of his sperm ended up on her tongue, while the ladder of it stripped onto her face. it was no doubt the prettiest sight he's even seen, which left him to lazily grin.

swallowing down his load without hesitation, y/n lifted her hand wipe out the remaining substance. bringing her digits up to her mouth, she hummed while licking them clean; sliding a single finger into his mouth to suck the cum off.

unexpectedly, otis took ahold of their forearm, making her look up at him as they were yanked to their feet.

“ never thought I'd see m'self favoring a little bitch like you.. ” the slasher rasped quietly, sliding a hand around the back of her neck to grip it. yanking her close, his lips hovering over their own, he breathed out harshly; red irises staring into the person's surprised ones. “ might just have ta' keep ye' around if you keep blowin' me like that. ”

slowly, a devious smile crept onto their lips. “ I wouldn't mind that.. ”

otis hummed, looking down to their lips. only to press his forward, in a kiss, a second later. “ good.. ”

[samadiw]

Hogwarts Library - Part 03 😘🔥❤

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True to his word, Draco left Hermione well and truly alone, except a book she had wanted for ages was waiting for her on the table in their shared dorm and on another occasion her favourite flowers greeted her when she entered after a long day of classes.

H : "I know what you're doing, Malfoy."

D : "Haven't the foggiest, Granger."

He closed the book he was reading, walked into his room and closed the door behind him.

Hermione couldn't help but smile, she plucked a long stem rose out of the bunch, inhaled deeply, took it with her and placed it on her bedside cupboard.

The man was getting under her skin, she was shocked that he knew so much about her.

But strangely after that sweet gesture, everything stopped.

Malfoy barely looked at her, he was always deep in conversation with Blaise or Theo but would light up like a bulb when the owls brought their morning post.

Hermione couldn't help but feel resentful.

Despite her overall, fuck him approach, there was a softness in his eyes that melted or rather clawed it's way into her heart.

She thought about him more often than she should.

Cheating sodding bitch, she silently berated herself.

A beautiful owl enters and lands gracefully in front of Draco.

Hermione huffs.

H : "Who the heck keeps sending him letters?"

Ron looks her way and raises a brow in question.

R : "Did you say something, darling?"

Someone was talking to her, oh, it was her boyfriend.

Hermione swallows hard and vigorously shakes her head.

H : "No, nothing, just practising a spell."

She can't help but stare at the Slytherin table, Malfoy pockets the letter after a meaningful glance at it.

2 days to 2 weeks

Professor Slughorn (PS) impatiently yells over the noise.

PS : "Yes, yes, hurry up and take your seats."

PS : "Good, is everyone settled?"

Slughorn frowns at Seamus and shakes his head disapprovingly.

PS : "Thanks to Mr Finnigan's latest dung bomb explosion, we are forced to abandon the classrooms and conduct classes in the library."

Seamus looks around him sheepishly.

Madam Pince : "Hmph.."

PS : "Granger, Malfoy, bring your cauldrons to the front."

Hermione looks up in shock and Ron's ears turn bright red.

She weakly protests.

H : "But sir, I already have a partner."

Slughorn tuts his disapproval.

PS : "Mr Weasley will survive without your assistance for the duration of the class:"

Hermione tries one last time.

Draco is already at the table in front and staring at her smugly.

H : "But..."

PS : "No buts, Miss Granger, I have a rather complex potion for you to brew with Mr Malfoy."

Hermione sighs in defeat, gathers her things and make her way to the front.

She clumsily arranges her things, avoids the ice blondes gaze and mumbles to herself.

H : "Stupid Slughorn."

Draco rolls his eyes and hisses.

D : "Stop your muttering, Granger, I have no wish to paired up with you either."

His smell was fucking with her again, what in the name of heaven was in his bloody cologne?

Hermione reels back from the insult.

H : "Oh really? Who's singing a different tune now?"

Draco raises a brow.

D : "What are on about?"

Hermione hesitates but gathers her Gryffindor bravado.

She keeps her voice low.

H : "I thought you liked me."

Draco narrows his eyes.

D : "And you made it clear that you didnt return my affections, am I supposed to wait for you to realize how incredibly thick you are?"

Hermione feels a tightness in her chest and struggles to find the words.

H : "I, umm..."

Draco loses his patience.

D : "Stop stuttering like a fool, show me the list of ingredients."

Hermione bites back a nasty retort.

H : "You are unbelievable."

Draco let's out a sarcastic laugh.

D : "Says the woman who told me to leave her the fuck alone."

Hermione pushes the list of ingredients towards him roughly.

H : "Here, take the bloody paper, I hope you choke on it."

Draco points to the jars and viles that already litter the table and muses.

D : "Make yourself useful while I fetch the ingredients."

Hermione presses her lips together and a wave of emotions wash over her and she fights the urge to not cry.

Oh, fuck no, she would not shed a tear for the incorrigible wanker.

Hermione lights a fire under the cauldron and starts to add the few ingredients they already had.

She cuts the beans with more force than necessary and sneers.

H : "Stupid fucking Slytherin, who the hell does he think he is?

Draco is highly amused by her reaction to his indifference.

D : "Granger, you need to stir anti clockwise, it's right here in the bloody book."

Hermione jumps at the voice and almost cuts herself.

H : "Can you not sneak up on me."

Draco eyes her fingers to make sure shes still in one piece and then scolds.

D : "Can you please concentrate, the faster we finish this, the faster I can send my owl to Victoria."

Hermione's mouth drops open.

Who the fuck was Victoria? Definitely not a girl in their year.

She crosses her arms over her chest.

H : "Victoria?"

Draco looks away dreamy eyed and smitten.

D : "Yeah, a woman I'm seeing, she's an old family friend."

Hermione retorts sarcastically.

H : "How bloody marvellous for you, this is exactly why I wanted nothing to do with you."

D : "And you were right, Victoria is the most intelligent woman I've ever met, she's the one, Granger."

Hermione fumes at the stupid words coming out of Draco's ridiculously luscious mouth.

Fuck no, intelligence was her thing and no bloody bint was going to take that away.

She conveniently forgot that she had never met this Victoria person.

His words hurt, they hurt bad and Hermione couldn't remember when she had come to care about Malfoy.

Hermione turns away and returns to cutting the ingredients.

H : "Well, good for you."

Draco eyes the woman next to him intently.

D : "Thanks, Granger, shit, I forgot one more vile."

Hermione quickly wipes the angry tears before he returns.

Tears? Really? You pathetic fool.

Draco watches from the small crack in the enchanted supplies room and grins, she was definitely coming around.

Playing hard to get had definitely paid off.

He walks back to their shared table confidently and adds the vile to the other complicated ingredients.

Draco starts to skin the crocodile tail.

D : "You okay, Granger?"

Hermione mumbles.

H : "Yes, I'm fine."

Draco softens his tone and decides he's messed with her enough.

D : "Hermione?"

The way her name rolls off his tongue sends shivers down her spine.

She asks in frustration.

H : "What?"

Draco moves closer and leans over her small frame.

His hand slips under the table and grabs hold of her thigh, his fingers dig into the flesh and a gasp escapes her lips.

He whispers almost reverently.

D : "You. Are. All. I. Want."

Hermione looks up at him, her breathing elevates and she bites her lip.

H : "Draco..."

Draco removes his hand off her person and stares ahead, his expression has changed from loving to murderous.

D : "Not here, not now, your boyfriend is glaring a hole in my rather handsome head."

Draco calls out over the noise of other students chatting.

D : "What the fuck are you staring at, Weasley?"

Ron looks as if he's about to explode, his ears are the shade of rip tomatoes.

R : "I'm watching you, Malfoy."

Draco smirks triumphantly.

D : "Then watch closely."

Draco tenderly caresses Hermione's cheek.

Ron flexes and makes his way over.

Hermione steps away, glares at Draco and stands inbetween the tall men.

She places a hand on Ron's chest and the other on Draco's arm and pleads for them to calm down.

Gryffindor and Slytherin stare daggers at each other and everyone has stopped what they were doing to watch the scandalous scene that was unravelling before them.

Professor Slughorn's alarmed voice cuts through the tension.

PS : "What in Merlin's name is going on? Back to your seats."

Ron balls his hands into fists and threatens.

"R : This isn't over, Malfoy."

Draco sneers and stares the redhead dead in the eye.

D : "I look forward to it, Weasley."

Hermione looks at them and dreads the walk back to the Gryffindor common room.

Fuck, her life was going to become very complicated.

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Weak- part 2

Jeongin X Hyunjin

Trigger warning: suicide, self harm, major character death.

Plot: Hyunjin is dead and the boys are left to cope but things are only about to get even harder.

That night Jeongin lay alone in the room he shared with Hyunjin. He couldn't get the image out of his head. He wanted him back. How could he just be gone forever? Shakily he slipped out of bed and crawled into Hyunjin's. It still smelt like him. Memories of times where the two lay together watching movies and talking about life and comforting each other flashed through his mind. They could never do that again. He pressed his head into Hyunjin's pillow inhaling his scent as tears soaked the soft material. That's when he heard a rustling noise. Coming from under the pillow. He reached under to see what it was. That's when he was greeted by a piece of paper.

He squinted his blurry eyes trying to focus on the words.

Read incase of death:

If you are reading this that means I'm gone. Please don't be sad. It's for the best. I'm so sick of everything. The worst thing is I don't even know why. I'm living with this heavy feeling in my chest and this voice in my head screaming at me that I'm not good enough. It's been getting louder and louder and now I just want to scream. I feel like I'm drowning in emotions and it's too much to handle. I'm expected to always be perfect, always be on time, stick to strict diets, work and train all the time. I love my job and I love all of you. I am thankful for where I have gotten in my life and I appreciate the love and support that stay have given me throughout the years but maybe this life just wasn't for me. I thought it was until the voice started screaming. I tried to ignore it but I just couldn't. It's hard to explain. Anyway please know that it's not your fault, Chan, Felix, Jisung, Lee Know, Changbin and Seungmin, I love you all so much. We have really had fun over the years haven't we? I'm sorry for putting you through this and I'm so sorry for whoever found me. Jeongin, I love you. It feels good to finally say it. I love you more than I could ever tell you when I was alive. Our countless nights we spent cuddling and just being together meant the world to me. Perhaps they meant more to me tho because as time went on I realised that I love you more than I should. I just want to kiss your cute little face and shower you in love but I know you wouldn't feel the same. I brought you a gift, it's in my bedside table, please keep it with you always and know that I'm by your side. Please don't be sad and if you need me just look to the stars. I'll be watching over.

- Hwang Hyunjin.

The young man began to cry even harder. He was so stupid. He couldn't believe that Hyunjin loved him. Maybe he would still be alive if Jeongin had the courage to confess his feelings as well.

He reached over to Hyunjin's bedside table, sliding the draw open slowly and rummaged through until he came across a box.

He opened the box gasping when he saw what was inside. It was a beautiful ring, gold with a large Dimond that looked like it had the galaxy inside it. Other clear diamonds either side of it.

He slipped it onto his shaky finger and took out a note that was inside.

Out of all the stars in this Galaxy you are the prettiest of them all. You outshine even the moon. Make me the happiest man alive and stay by my side forever. Yang Jeongin, I love you. Please be mine.

- Hwang Hyunjin

Ps: the Dimond I chose is called a salt and pepper Dimond. People say it looks like the galaxy. It's super pretty! But not as pretty as your eyes hehe ❤️

Oh god. He's such a dork. Such a fucking perfect man. So thoughtful and kind. Jeongin hugged the note tightly. If he was still here he could be hugging him instead. He wanted to be lay with him giggling and kissing his stupid perfect little face . How could he ever get over Hwang Hyunjin? That night he fell asleep imagining being wrapped in the elders warm embrace.

When light peaked through the windows reality hit again. Hyunjin was gone, and Jeongin was head over heels for the man and now there was nothing he could do. Then it dawned on him. He should probably let the other members know about the suicide note. He sighed before picking up the piece of paper and making his way to the living room. Walking past the bathroom he froze. There was Chan on his hands and knees, scrubbing away the blood of Hyunjin. His chest felt heavy and he began to shake again.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, I should have shut the door. I- I just figured it should be cleaned up sooner or later and I didn't want to put anyone else through it."

"I-it's okay. Channie I found this under Hyunjin's pillow last night. I thought I should let you know. He also left me this." He showed Chan the ring as he handed him the suicide note.

"C-come on, we should read this with the boys."

He shakily stood up and made his way to the living room with Jeongin.

They all sat around as Chan read out loud , his voice breaking as he cried .

"So he liked Jeongin?"

Felix went over to hug the young man.

"This must be even harder for you now... knowing that."

Jisung sympathised with the boy.

"His funeral is tomorrow. This is all happening so fast. I've not even accepted that he's gone yet." Sobbed Jeongin.

"The boys all sat comforting each other until they decided it was best to just take some more time alone to process things.

Jeongin was sat back in Hyunjin's bed reading the note that was written for him over and over again.

He wanted to be with Hyunjin. He couldn't live knowing that they could have been together. Thoughts of how the future could have turned out clouded his brain. They could have been together, stargazing, sharing soft kisses as they giggled holding each other close. That's what could have been.

He needed Hyunjin.

Slowly he made his way back to that same bathroom. Carrying the note with him, reciting the sweet words in his head over and over again. He locked the door behind him. Looking at the floor a lot of the blood had been cleaned up now but there was still some dried up on the floor. He scanned the floor and that's when he saw it. The bloody blades that Hyunjin had used to do it. He sat down leaning against the shower and picking up the cold metal. His brain went wild. He read the note one more time before pressing the sharp edge against his own wrist. He pressed down piercing through his skin, wincing at the pain he dragged down slicing a deep cut into his honey skin. He gasped realising what he had just done. Fuck how could he do this to his members. They were already going through enough with Hyunjin being gone . And now him...

his brain began to cloud over as the crimson liquid oozed out of his wrist and onto the white floor. He read the note again whispering to himself

"I'll see you soon Jinnie. We can be together I promise."

That's when everything went black.

"Innie come out of the bathroom."

No response.

"Innie what's taking you so long?"

No response.

Lee Know took the earring from his ear and began to pick the lock, relieved when he heard it unlock.

He opened the door immediately collapsing when he saw it.

"Oh god, oh god no. I-Innie."

He scrambled over to the boy pressing two fingers against his neck. No pulse.

Screams left his mouth as he begged for the young man to wake up. The rest of the members came running when they heard it. Tears welled up in their eyes. They knew he was gone....

Jisung called an ambulance his voice nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"P-please come quickly. My friend has killed himself."

Again they all watched as the body of someone they all greatly cared about was carried away.

-

Hyunjin's funeral was postponed. It only seemed right to wait until Jeongin's body was prepared for his.

They decided on a joint funeral. Hundreds of people piled into the room where Hyunjin and Jeongin were lay in an open casket. They were placed together. Finally reunited. Sobs filled the room as the service went on and fans showed up from across the country to pay their respects outside. The two boys looked peaceful . Almost like they were sleeping. Chan stood infront of their coffin placing a single red rose on each of their chests.

He wanted to be with them for as long as possible. This was the last time he would ever see their faces and he wanted to remember every little detail. He never wanted to forget the two talented beautiful boys that came into his life and saved him when he almost couldn't save himself. If only he could have done the same.

"Jinnie, Jinnie."

The young man heard a voice. He was floating up, he was amongst fluffy clouds.

That's when he saw it.

"Hyunjin!"

He ran towards the blonde man hugging him tight, tears spilling from his face.

"I can't believe you, idiot."

He slapped his shoulder sobbing into his chest.

"Hey hey Innie. it's okay. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

They both held each other tightly.

"Hey look at me. Why are you here."

The teary boy raised his head to look at the beautiful man.

"I got your note. I love you Hyunjin I can't live without you."

Hyunjin's face fell. He killed himself because of him?

"Hyunjin say something."

The boy pleaded.

He just grabbed Jeongin's face attaching their lips into a passionate desperate kiss. He had wanted to do this for years.

When they pulled away to breathe Jeongin smiled amongst tears.

"We can be together now Innie. Forever. Even if it's not the best circumstances we can be together. I love you so much. I'm so sorry for what I did, I didn't want you to find me like that." Now it was Hyunjin's turn to cry.

Jeongin just pressed his lips against his reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. They had each other now and they could spend forever together. Watching over their members and making memories together. They held hands as they walked into the light.

This was only the beginning.

[shadowdianne]

I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AM SO FUCKING EXCITED. YOU DID IT!!! SDIKFGDSAFKJSA LOOK AT THEM BEING SO PRETTY AND STUPID. I LOVE Valanthe by tw, sexy gay vampire is so done (like me bb, i got you) and i really really whant to know more about mini Cassandra and Argia...but but but what about my other idea? do you like it? will you pretty please write it for lil old me? I know i'm your fave, don't listen to the other one, he aint sht _ Love, T

Hello there T. You see, there’s something that you should know about me; I hoard stories and ideas like a dragon Xd Peeps here can back me up on this. I liked your idea, a LOT, but for that one to happen I still need to smooth a few things before getting to it canon-wise with what is happening and will happen on the story. I’ll do it tho, no fret, but, for now, I was talking to M the other day with some details regarding Freya that made me go: uhm, maybe I can write something out of this. And since last time I wrote for H I thought… why not. Let’s keep the chaos going :P

So, I truly hope you like this. Which is not what you asked but, oh well, I’m a troll Xd

Ah, I’m working under the impression that M sent you or at least talked about both her ring and how did it feel for Freya to feel them all die. If she hasn’t, let me know and I’ll share that one with you.

PS: Love ya, don’t hesitate on coming to scream at me. You really make my day.

PS2: Dan, I’m so sorry Xd

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She couldn’t quite place what had woken her up, mid-nightmare and a dull pain at her side, just where one of the galaxies she has made it her own, painted over her body, emitted a soft glow that bled through her fingers as she checked on it. She only could remember her own voice as she had gasped and stumbled while she freed herself from the sheets that covered her body, memories of the distant sound of cawing crows shadowing her thoughts as she had glanced at her side, recognizing not only the room but the person that rested next to her, naked form covered, fingers splayed millimeters away from where her hand had been up until a second ago.

Her thoughts had been sluggish, her breathing erratic, but she had managed to pull the strength to move to the window, just below the lover’s seat that spread from it. Muscles sore from spams she didn’t quite remember having, she grabbed one of the smaller cushions the seat had and covered enough of herself as she looked beyond the titillating lights of the city below.

It had been some time, she had thought as she grazed her side once more, flinching as if expecting for blood to pour even if the skin was as flawless as the skin of an adventurer could be since she last had a nightmare so real it had almost felt as if true. She had had them, of course, every other night after the first time, when she had considered them all dead, gloom, and twisted sorrow clouding her every step. As years passed, the nightmares and visions hadn’t become softer, but she had known when they would come if they did happen to attack her while awake.

Unless it came from combat. Unless it came from memories she couldn’t quite bottle and throw away.

She was not egocentric enough to believe herself above such nightmares now and yet, as she kept on looking at the mountains, the snow that could be glimpsed in lighter grays than the rest of the rocks that guarded the valley that led up to Whitestone, she pushed the very tip of her tongue against the velum, trying to get her heartbeat to slow down once again as snores kept on creeping from her companion.

Cassie had tended to have deep sleep when she had been younger only to transform into a lighter type of one later on in life. Now, however, as they kept on trying and trading as softly as possible into something neither of them could have ever expected to happen, that ability to wake up with the mere change of air pressure, was gone and Freya knew how much the human actually needed to rest. If it weren’t for those moments, those in where the brunette got to relax, the half-elf doubted Cassie would ever keep her sanity for much longer. Plenty of things to decide, plenty more to get right for not only herself but the town itself and what laid beyond.

She had always hated, and looked with contempt, the chains her title had meant back home, and she could feel the restlessness on Cassie’s own brow. They both needed the other, balance the everyday decisions so they didn’t feel as threatening as one direct blow against one’s lungs would mean back in battle. And, sadly, they both knew what that actually felt like. And, there was the fact that they worked well together, the companionship, the inner and outer moments in where Freya eyed Cassie and knew herself safe.

Freya sighed once more while rising her free hand and glanced at the ring that was fastened around her middle finger through the contraption the silver chain usually at her neck -now hot to the touch- managed to create. The sigils written around the band of the ring itself glowed faintly as she eyed them, the magic within the metal soft and quiet in the middle of the night. Unscrewing the chain that hugged her wrist, she saw each link of the metal dissolve and reform while, in a practiced movement, she let the ring fall from her finger as she opened it, the different bands that hugged the main one opening and creating the astrolabe she had gotten to love.

The ring fell a few inches, still secured by the now reformed chain on her wrist, the metal sizzling as she moved it until it hit the moonlight that, as pale as silver, tinted the edges of the window’s glass. Pain still irradiating from her body, she focused on the rings of metal as she forced her breathing to even out with each spin the now dangling ring created, the sound of Cassie’s breathing another one she focused herself on while she tried to keep her mind trained on every other aspect that wasn’t the wound that should have been hers to bear.

It was difficult, she thought, hair falling around her face, devoid of her usual braids, its tips tickling her naked shoulders, to relinquish to the usual self-deprecating point of view in where she blamed herself for the death of those who now rested a few stories below, under the castle’s gallows. She had come to enjoy, to love, the moments she now had, she had created, beyond the loss and fear those very moments had once built on her heart, but there were still points of quiet darkness that made her swallow as she felt a spike on her heart, a tremor she tried to calm down as the ring spun quicker and quicker with each passing second.

She could have been better, she should…

The pain on her side started to become stronger once more, her breathing labored, cold kissing her skin as heat began to radiate from her neck, choking her in the meantime. She couldn’t quite speak now, anxious anger clouding her mind. She heard her name being called, however, at the very back of her brain in an almost sleep-like tone that turned more urgent as she was called once again. Cassie’s scent, familiar now in a way that made her focus on its very sweetness, enveloped her while the brunette came into her vision field, face masked by shadows as the woman approached her, hands up, fingers circling the point in where her veins met with her wrist.

They had talked about this, about the nightmares, about the anger and loss and defeat. Cassie’s own screams similar in form whenever those hit. Yet there was always the point of exposure that made Freya want to react against it as she had done with Jericho and Ireena so many times before. Cassie, however, white and brown locks mixing in patterns Freya’s frozen eyes focused on as her breathing grew ragged,  didn’t step down and, silently, she nodded at her with the cobwebs of sleep disappearing from her eyes the longer they kept at being half-seated at the lover’s seat, the ring between them, spinning, spinning, halting.

“The tree is glowing so strong that even I can see it.” Cassie’s voice was almost conversational as if she was expecting Freya to comment on it, and the half-elf emitted a soft laugh that didn’t quite reach beyond the back of her throat. The human’s lips, however, curved and she moved her fingers up, closer now to Freya’s inner part of the elbow, as she pressed in and out of her skin. Subconsciously, Freya started to match her breathing to the movement, remembering when she had pulled a similar trick back when she had been Argia, as Cassie protested of how she felt seasick on the little boat the half-elf had managed to get for them all. Mind still cloudy, she focused on the words, on how Cassie began to describe the vein-like patterns of the tree as the mountain breeze rattled the window’s glass, as the rugged feel of the cushion on her upper thighs grounded her. What had it been what she had told Cassie then? Something about pressure points.

Time lost its meaning until she looked up, muscles easing up with each passing second, and Cassie tilted her head in answer. She wasn’t able to see in the dark as she did but enough time had passed for the human to be able to zero on her, no rush on her pupils as she nodded and waited, strong grip around her while the ring began to spin once more.

She could see how Cassie glanced up quickly at it, at the metal, the sigils, the magic, but she remained in the same position as Freya unclenched her muscles, wishing for the chain to shorten once more as, carefully and rotating within Cassie’s hold, she turned her hand, palm up, so the ring could now rest between the soft, plush meat of her fingers. Feeling Cassie’s fingers moving down once again, writing words on her skin, Freya closed her eyes and willed for not the crow but the stale taste of dead to backtrack enough for her to blink back to what stood in front of her.

She couldn’t quite place if her body moved but Cassie smiled at her the second she opened her eyes once more, voice quieter now, a barely-there whisper as she moved forward and placed her other hand at the base of her neck, three fingers pressing against her skin, trading through the hair as a kiss was deposited on her forehead.

“Hi.”

There was still a long way to go but Freya felt her body relax, moonlight gentle as she craned her neck enough to peck her way into Cassie’s cheek.

“Hey.”