#smh poor wall

[beachaire]

*SLAMS BACK THROUGH WALL and hands you a paper clip*

*while i would usually scream in horror, the fact you are offering a paper clip makes it all okay*

oh wow thanks :)

erm please stop harming my wall though, it’s been through a lot

[thatonethimbo]

More Ninjango- Ninjago Moments

[gazelessmenagerie]

Mind screaming louder? I don’t believe I can hear your Suffering

[dxckgrxsonx]

Just be Quiet

Pairing - Dick Grayson x (F) Reader

Words - 0.6k

Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Mean!Dick - Forced Quiet Sex - Kinda Public Sex - A little bit of Name Calling (Disgusting, Pathetic, Crybaby) - Crying - Swearing

Notes - Um hi. Let's ignore the fact I was supposed to post this last week. I drank a little too much wine, passed tf out, and then work kicked my whole ass. I simply do not vibe with being employed smh.

MASTERLIST

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“Be quiet.” Dick snaps, his voice bordering on the lethal edge of an order and not a request. Your skin positively bristles when he shoves his hand over your mouth to muffle the desperate, involuntary noises escaping from between your chattering teeth and he growls, thoroughly fed up with your shit. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Your thighs tremble, trapped between Dick’s firm, unyielding body and the wall. He snaps his hips forwards, forcing the full length of him into your weeping cunt with one stroke and your eyes roll straight back into your skull, body shuddering through the stretch.

“Don’t you make a fuckin’ sound.” He demands when you inhale, words vibrating in your throat, chest aching with how much you want to moan and whimper. Forcing your thighs wider with his knee he drags his cock almost all the way out before sinking back into your soaked pussy. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? I tell you not to make a sound and here you are, whining through my fingers like a brat.”

You didn't even notice you were moaning and keening and whimpering loud enough for him to hear–but you are–and it makes Dick ground out your name in a low, dangerous snarl.

It's a warning.

“I can’t fuck–I can’t help it!” You try, nearly in tears from the effort it takes to stay quiet for him. Your words are muffled against his palm and a particularly harsh thrust has you gasping his name, a long, drawn out whine chasing. “S’too good.”

Dick kisses the back of your neck then moves so he can speak directly into your ear.

“Yes you can. You’re just doing this on purpose to piss me off. Why won’t you be fucking quiet?!” Fucking into you at a rougher pace you can’t stop the desperate little noises from slipping through his fingers. “It’s almost like you want people to know I’m fucking you. Is that what it is? You want everyone to know you’re a desperate whore who likes being fucked where anyone could see you? You’re disgusting.”

Your body tries to flinch away from his punishing pace but Dick tuts disapprovingly and presses you even more firmly against the wall with his strong hips; forcing you to take every rough stroke and scathing comment from his smart mouth. He nudges your thighs apart again when you try to close them and your pussy throbs and creams against the base of his cock in desperation.

Dick scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth against your neck and you can feel the smirk pressing at his lips.

“I can feel you squeezin’ at me.” He says, sinking balls deep into your cunt and stopping just to feel you convulse around him. “You like being fucked by your Team Leader, huh? With the way you act, it’s no surprise you like this. What? You think I don’t notice. You’re more pathetic than I thought.”

Moaning into his hand you blink against the onslaught of tears and Dick feels them slide warm over the backs of his knuckles.

Your pussy is aching.

“Oh fuck. Are you crying right now?” He grunts, cock swelling and twitching inside you. “I can’t believe how sensitive you are.”

“Please!” You beg, sniffling and trying to stop yourself from crying. “Dick–plea–stop being so mean to me.”

“No.” He replies, pressing his hand over your mouth even harder so every word is barely audible. “We’re not stopping until you’re dripping with my come. And you better be fucking silent, do you hear me? My poor little crybaby. I want you to be a good girl for once and shut the fuck up because if you think I'm being mean to you now, you're in for a shock if you can't follow simple orders.”

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The post that inspired this is -

[sinnful-darling]

yandere! god hcs

tws: confining, implied stalking and keeping tabs, gore, religious themes, cult themes, blood drinking, death, loss of loved ones, reader tried to kill themself but they dont actually hurt themself, intimidation, forced immortality

— yan! god whose true name has been lost through the millennia he's been alive. he now goes by silthos, god of fantasies, fertility, and love. or at least that’s what the humans said.

— yan! God who is actually the god of infatuation, devotion, and obsession. silthos can’t believe that the humans has twisted it so badly throughout the centuries he’s been alive. it doesn’t matter to him though, so long as he has devoted followers and continues to receive worship, he will remain a powerful god

— yan! god who everyone worshipped, but longed for a connection of his own. he wanted a lover of his own; being by himself for centuries on end was damaging to his mental state, you know?

— yan! god who has never had a lover despite all the goddesses and demigods that throw themselves at him. none of them were worthy of his time or effort, nor were they worthy of bedding him. the lot of them were shallow and conceited anyway, not to mention the fact that he found none of them attractive.

— yan! god who actually inherited his title, or rather took his rightful place. though none of the humans knew, he killed his predecessor and inherited his powers through drinking the old man’s ichor.

— yan! god who decides to take a stroll down in the human realm to cure his boredom, and boy is he glad he did. standing in the midst of a crowded street was little ol’ you. lovely, innocent, jaded you. the only human in his territory that didn’t worship him is right in front of him. how amusing.

— yan! god who approaches you as a tourist, asking you questions about the local customs, feeling pride swell in his chest when he hears that starting tomorrow, the annual week-long festival in his name begins.

— yan! god who asks your opinion on the town’s god, eye twitching as your nose scrunches in distaste.

“i don’t like the old fuck. did some digging because something wasnt sitting right with me, and ended up finding some old scripts stating that silthos was not the god my town thinks he is, and is actually a god of obsession and infatuation. pretty fucked up guy if you ask me.”

— yan! god whose heart nearly beats out of his chest while he eagerly listens to your long winded rant about why no one sane would worship him. something clicks and snaps in his chest, an undeniable attraction to you beginning to form.

— yan! god who gets your number (he stole some poor victim’s phone smh) and asks you if you’d like to get coffee with him under the guise of wanting to hear more about how you found out the true nature of what he rules over. the two of you become rather close within a few days.

— yan! god who you stand up a few weeks later. he immediately goes to your home and finds that you’ve already left. it seems the cat and mouse game has started..

— yan! god who in a blind rage slaughters all of your friends and loved ones. tearing their viscera from their body and making crude shapes with them. on the walls of each home is a lovely note for you.

you can’t run. i know where you are.

— yan! god who finds you cursing his name in an empty parking lot, eyes red and puffy as you curl into yourself and your nails dig into the meat of your arms.

— yan! god who is quick to whisk you away to his domain, your home. he takes your screaming and pleading in stride, and he even puts up with each wound you inflict on him. but the moment you turn the blade on yourself is the moment he loses it.

— eyes glowing a bright pink, yan! god releases a fraction of his aura, causing your movements to come to an abrupt halt, the blade inches from your throat. he’s quick to snatch the blade from your hands and grip your chin.

“if you ever try to harm yourself again, you will not like the outcome. am i understood?”

— yan! god who descends with you to hold a ceremony amongst his people and announce you as both his spouse and mate. the people rejoice and congratulate the two of you, ignoring the pleading looks you send their way. they shower you in gifts and make plans to rebuild the statues and temples to fit the image of your newly announced marriage.

— yan! god who forces you to drink his ichor, reconstructing your genetic composition into a deity befitting your standing. now the two of you can be together forever.

[katsutora]

— HOMESICK

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; itoshi sae

summary: them picking you up after a trip

note: i’d like to be everyone’s weekly teeth rotting fluff provider but then i remembered i dont have it in me to serve content every week LMFAO i lack prompts besties

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤhas a relatively normal reaction as he sees you approaching him, but is actually trying his best not to freak out. he smiles at you softly as if he didn’t almost explode from all the excitement. once you’re in the car, he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home. can’t stop staring at you too (a huge simp, good for you) because it’s been a while since he last saw you in person and it’s still kind of surreal to him. hmm, what was that? hands on the wheels, eyes on the road? yoichi, seriously, pay attention oh my god. you better promise you’ve tried everything and that this really is the last resort. “kaiser is in the middle of the street.” oh? oh. oh shit. “i'll run him over.” i mean... you gotta do what you gotta do to snap him out of it, right? (no)

⚘ ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤhe’s definitely in a sour mood. seething. most likely scared every single person who passed by him. the fact that he’s rapidly gaining fame doesn’t help at all (prayer circle for that one poor kid who only wanted to ask him for his autograph). he’s leaning against the wall, looking super annoyed. the root of the problem? not the fact that he has to be there of course, more like why the hell haven't you arrived at the gate yet (calm down rin it’s only been like ten minutes lmao). misses you as hell but won’t tell? that rhymes. immediately wraps you in his coat as an excuse to hug you tightly. “t’s not that cold, rin.” refuses to let you go. he’s clinging onto you for dear life as if he’s finally found you after a lifetime. “i know. just a little longer.” his grip only tightens when he notices people looking at you two. gee, they’re just trying to get to the exit gate, stop blocking it smh.

⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO

ㅤㅤit’s almost comical how he suddenly turned into a lighthouse as soon as he spotted you. people are putting on their sunglasses indoors, someone help. mandatory bear hug (but there’s a 50% chance that you’ll both fall to the ground because he can be clumsy like that). “that was so cringe.” “you love it, though.” “i love you.” ugh sappy. if somehow you survived that acrobatic act, he’ll bend his 190cm ass after putting you down so you can kiss the top of his head! if you don’t, well, he's not gonna stand up any time soon because it’s “comfy” and definitely not because getting up is a hassle. gets super chatty all the way home.��“did you know shidou decked rin again today?” “barou planted his face on the ground yesterday, king who?” “i told choki to watch the food in the oven btw.” says it in the most casual manner; you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “mhm. wait WHAT?”

⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU

ㅤㅤa pinball. will not hesitate to break through a crowd, bumping into everyone and everything. should be classified as a hazard to society. no jk. but he did almost tackle a kid when he was running towards you. has his arms wide open and ready to tackle you too embrace you. “you’re back! welcome home!” “i’m home!” “welcome home!” “i’m home!” don’t you have anything else to say besides that lmfao (it really went on for a solid five minutes). falls asleep on your lap in the car since he already spent all his energy on that whole “embodying a golden retriever” thing back there. looks so peaceful and angelic like that. also sleep-talks. “y’re hmm”. you didn’t expect him to remain this quiet but it’s the best nap he’s had in a while so uhh “karaoke night?” karaoke night he said. good luck to your poor neighbors tonight.

⚘ CHIGIRI HYŌMA

ㅤㅤladies and gentlemen, him. a runway model. is he picking someone up or is he going somewhere? with looks like that, no one will ever know. forget the elegant saunter; the moment he saw you, he full on sprinted. the type that brings you flowers and your favorite snacks. seems like someone who knows what he’s doing right? but when you pat his head in response to his warm welcome, he short-circuited because you just stole his line. “i’ve missed you.” immediately softens and melts in your embrace. you think it’s all calm and that until his sister arrives out of nowhere, calling out both of your names and the next thing you know, she’s taking pictures of you as if this is your graduation day. “lookie over here, you two!” you’ve never seen someone speedrunning five stages of grief in record time.

⚘ ITOSHI SAE

ㅤㅤmans turning the airport into a red carpet premiere smh; cameras flashing everywhere, people eager to ask him questions, etc. he’s learning that looking down on his phone isn’t a good enough disguise, and that his bored face isn’t scary enough to fend off his fans. oh finally, he thought as he spotted you amidst the crowd. “over here, sae!” “oh my, it’s itoshi sae!” but he has his gaze fixated on you and only you. don’t worry, of course he’ll notice if you grow uncomfortable with all the attention and will immediately wrap his arm around your figure. !! breaking news: itoshi sae quits the world of football and is now becoming a personal bodyguard. navigates through the crowd while mumbling “fall under my spell.” boy what they’re not shidou (narrator: they did, in fact, fell under his spell). “give me your number!” uhh? “move in with me!” wow it’s not your sae, huh? it’s everyone’s sae.

© 2022 katsutora ; do not repost and/or translate and/or claim my works

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

I knew you'd like the idea >:3

Just imagine the characters having an intervention meeting without the creator and they bring THAT up and the notebook along with it and the entire room just goes to silence and no one know how to bring the fact that close to half of the deaths later on were of their own creator's hands.

You're right though, I def think that Sumeru would actually make the problem worse and potentially cause a relapse in which case another nation takes over and Sumeru is seen as worse or inferior for causing more pain to the creator (like the little hypocrites they are smh)

Imagine there's some pages on the old notebook of just describing how they felt and the reader can see the slow descent to madness as each death happens and it's like forbidden knowledge for them to the point that it actually like becomes risk of being lethal, so they kinda stop looking into it and just try their best to heal their creator and just leave the skeleton in the closet, per say.

I forgot to put my little thing on the last post but here it is again! I have way more ideas for sagau that i will probably never get to write so i'm happy to share them!

🍌anon

🍌 anon I want you to know that I am eating everything up cause MY GOD THE WAVELENGTHS WE'RE HAVING AAAAA

And ohhhhh ohhhhhh forbidden knowledge, your brain rn omg. CHRIST ALMIGHTLY

Some of the notes would actually be forbidden knowledge, especially if we're talking the early ones and if the creator was isekaied before Sumeru's archon quests. Omg- NO ONE CAN READ THE FIRST COUPLE OF EDITIONS, besides for Traveler-

Wait....this just made me realize something. I FORGOT TO EVER THINK ABOUT THE TRAVELER, WHAT ROLE WOULD THEY EVEN HAVE??? OH GOD HOW COULD I OVERLOOK THIS WAIT

Putting a pin in that for later (slamming my head against the wall over this)

But yeah Traveler is probably the one that creator would be closest too, because they have to be the first ones (besides Nahida or Neuvillette) to know the truth. So when the notebooks are found they're the only ones allowed to read it. So they would be at the meeting and conveying what is necessary but also keep the important parts our for the sake of the creator's privacy and to keep the forbidden knowledge from infesting again.

What probably keeps them at an advantage is the language creator uses can only be read by Traveler since Teyvat's language is usually translated for us in game in our own languages.

And also yes Sumeru would be worst, glad we agree. BUT THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE OF THE AKADEMIYA, Azar fucking sucks and would never understand. BUT- if we're talking with Alhaitham being the acting leader then there's a higher chance for them. Especially with the other Sumeru characters being there, and Nahida!! Nahida would be a godsend since she obviously would have the most knowledge, both known and unknown, and also would be able to peer review others ideas based on when she's read the memories of the creator (poor baby got traumatized tho-)

PLUS! Kuni (Wanderer name I use, making sure that's known) being our body guard, ain't no way creator is dying even if it is their wish. Combine that with Cyno also on guard duty and you got a chance of healing way better then whenever Azar (fuck that guy seriously) was in charge.

[sixty-silver-wishes]

fuck it, expressionist film tumblr simulator

😇ProphetMaria Follow

the working class will have justice soon! the mediator will help us with his ability to communicate between the head + hands!

#maria speaks

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💓frederfredersen Follow

Just found out that poor people exist?? Shaking crying throwing up

#I think it’s all my dad’s fault too

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hi 👄 freder 😍 I’m trying to start 😩 a revolution 😳 against the aristocracy 👅 and bring about 💅 their destruction 🎀 haha i’m so 🏵 horny 👴🏻 rn 🤠 death 😈 to the machines 👑

💓frederfredersen Follow

idk if that’s a bot or my gf lol

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🎪Carnage-Carnival Follow

I just want an androgynous goth twink I can keep in a box and show off in sideshows and force to commit murder against his will, but apparently that’s “malpractice” and “immoral” and “a postwar symbolic demonstration of the abuse of authority.” smh I think you all are just problematic and I hope you die <3

😴sleepycesare Follow

??

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😴sleepycesare Follow

> 🥀yourbestfriendalan asks: “lol when am I gonna die”

at dawn i think

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🔎angrydetective Follow

ASYLUM DIRECTORS/CARNIES/SOMNAMBULISTS DNI

🎪Carnage-Carnival Follow

:)

🔎angrydetective Follow

I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERACT!!! YOU’RE DAYS OF EVIL AND DESTRUCTION ARE OVER!!! I WON’T REST UNTIL I GET TO THE BOTTOM OF YOU’RE DREADFUL DEEDS!!!

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*your

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👑queenjane Follow

>🔎angrydetective asks: “will you marry me”

please stop spamming my inbox

👑queenjane Follow

I’m not going to marry you. why doesn’t anyone ever leave me alone. can I go FIVE MINUTES without some guy breathing down my neck

🎪Carnage-Carnival Follow

no :)

😴sleepycesare Follow

i am in . the your walls

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💼hutternotharker Follow

just met my new client

💼hutternotharker Follow

he said my wifes neck is beautiful :) he’s so nice :)

💼hutternotharker Follow

the mosquitos here suck tho :( I keep getting bites on my neck

💼hutternotharker Follow

lol why does everyone here keep talking about vampires

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“kill them with kindness” WRONG. plague of rats

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🎈hansbeckert Follow

MINORS DNI SERIOUSLY I MEAN IT

🎈hansbeckert Follow

nvm minors interact!!! I have balloons

🎈hansbeckert Follow

NO

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 14

Who is this talking to Ringo? Press? A boy scruff? Someone who wants their project produced by Apple? He tries George too.

Again, I love the "freak-out" as John calls it. They really could've had so much fun together under different circumstances. (Different being neither of them ever dated John) But John's so sweet saying, "Id like it to be part of her new LP. Our new LP."

I wonder what Robert Fraser thought of the beard.

Why are we playing 20 Flight Rock now, Paul? It's just overlayed over a montage to change "scenes", but I wonder what the real context was.

Billy. What a little ray of sunshine honestly.

"So what should we do that's fun? Besides work?" I feel like every day, John has a little adorable quote, and this is today's. Words to live by.

I don't remember if Get Back includes the "Oh Darling" version where John's answering back between lines in conversation with the lyrics. I sincerely hope so. Peter Jackson was probably like "well I can only include so much homosexuality before people have too many questions."

Ringo, you smooth criminal. I love that he just has this trick he learned as a teenager that the Beatles were all impressed by, back when Ringo was the scary gangster with the car and the beard, and he still does it for them like ten years later. It's so endearing.

Another cute John and Yoko moment: "It's just that screaming all the way." "Poor John." "Yes, it's so terrible." She's teasing him and being sweet to him at the same time. Cuties.

George asks Paul where his Rickenbacker is. "Isn't that one much better?" And Paul makes up some shit about the Hoffner being lighter. You nostalgic little bitch. Poor baby.

John's little guilty look at the camera when he's almost just taken something on film. It's cute. He looks like a naughty kid. But it's kind of a cool moment. It shows just how relaxed and natural he is. He's not performing for or worried about the cameras at all. What we're seeing of him today is just him. You know? Idk I think it's nice.

What's with the little pigeon noises in the middle of a recording, guys? They're so weird smh

Poor Glyn. He's just trying to do his job and he has to deal with fucking Leopold and Leob over here. He gives them some instruction. There's a look between the two of them. And then it's all, "Don't interrupt" "Hey son" "Stahhs when" "Hey" "they're recording. We're bloody Stahhs you know." "Look fuckface. Don't comment." "The cheek." The impenetrable wall of Lennon and McCartney, folks.

"Well, we'll have to do it sitting down. Or we get too excited." It's heartbreaking to me how obvious it is that they're still just having the absolute time of their lives together and that, as John put it, "the minutes are crumbling away."

Literally what the hell is with Dennis smacking Paul's ass (as like a 'good job, your band wants to put your song out as the single' I guess) and nobody reacting? Linda would've been like "ope, time to find a new head of Apple films." (Dave Spinoza on RAM, anyone?) He really does look so proud of himself, though. Happy for you, baby.

Oh, right, that's what Robert thinks. Paul looks like his working class fantasy. (DH Lawrence. Victorian Miner.)

And I'm just going to add this, since Peter Jackson REFUSES. Paul: Can't afford to mess around here, you know. Then

[paladin-heart5]

Raven

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary; you're filling in for Hunnigan as Leon is on a mission. He falls into some trouble, and all you can do is wait.

CW: hurt/comfort, lil blood mentioned, Leon always getting into trouble smh, this might just be poor

Word count; 1208

The sound of your laughter was clear in Leon's comm’s. Your joy made his heart skip a beat. He scanned around the area of the supposed abandoned building. With his gun ready and his flashlight out, he stayed on high alert.

“You have the dumbest one-liners.” Your sweet voice rang through as you adjusted yourself in your chair. You kept a close eye on Leon's position, watching out for any spots he could use as shelter if need be.

“Hey, I'll have you know they're quite the catch. Made you laugh, didn't I?” His voice was quieter, but you could definitely tell he wore a smirk. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, you can admit he's charming.

“And yet Hunnigan is never amused.” Your fingers began tapping on the keyboard, pulling up files of his current mission. Today you were filling in for Hunnigan while she took care of some other important business. You didn't mind one bit, you loved working with Leon. Usually you're handling files and such, definitely tech savvy. Somehow Leon noticed you, and you hit it off quick. Getting to do this for him was a pleasure. You're pretty sure he even recommended you to fill in. “You should be able to find the samples upstairs, there hasn't been any sign of life in the building for months, but be careful.” You explained, switching back into a more professional manner. Leon nodded, although he knew you couldn't see.

“Roger that, Raven, Condor one out.” Leon spoke before continuing on his mission. He slowly made his way upstairs. The only sounds that could be heard were creaking and running water from burst pipes. He skimmed his flashlight throughout the area before heading on. There's a sign on the wall, covered in dirt and blood.

Labs down left hall

“Great, let's get this over with.” Leon muttered before heading to the labs. As he entered the white room, the lights flickered, making it more dim. He scanned around, seeing all the equipment scattered around. His eyes landed on a couple of viles, both labeled with the g-virus.

“Condor one to Raven, found the samples. Looks like you were right, though I can't say I doubted it for a second.” He spoke softly, a smile playing on his lips. Your face heated up at the small praise, you couldn't help but smile.

“Great job, Condor one. I'm sending over the evac, it should be landing at the north entrance soon.” You hummed out as you sent out a signal for the evac, along with updating the file. Leon stopped as he heard something crash down the hall.

“Wait a second,” He whispered as he headed towards the door. He raised his gun and flashlight and faced it down the hall, seeing a licker. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“What is it, Condor one?” You blinked, suddenly feeling worry rush over you.

“We got lickers.” Leon responded in a hurry. More lickers poked out and screeched.

“Get outside, now!” You ordered, causing Leon to start heading the other way. The lickers hear his steps and screech once more before chasing him. He quickly rushed around the corner and pushed some tables in the way. The lickers climbed on the wall and began to gain on him. One used its tongue to grab his wrist, making him grunt. His reaction was to shoot at its head, a perfect shot. He kept running, but more seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Shit-”

“Leon, the evac is right outside. Hurry before that building crashes!” You spoke in a rush, hoping he'll make it out in time. The roof was starting to fall apart, a piece crushing a couple lickers. Leon continued on as fast as he could, but the ground beneath him started to give way. He fell through a hole with a yelp. His hand managed to grip the edge, but he wasn't sure if he could pull up.

“Leon? What's happening?” You asked quickly, fidgeting with your blouse.

“Just hanging out.” Leon groaned, doing his best to lift himself up. The roof crumbled more, rubbled started to fall. A bit had caught Leon off guard, causing him to fall. He landed on the ground and shouted out in pain, his leg was stuck. “Y/n, I'm stuck.”

“What? No- I'm sending the team in.” You immediately called for backup to be sent in. Leon coughed through the comms, “not sure if they'll make it in time.”

“Leon Kennedy, you better not talk like that. You've survived way worse.” You state sternly, getting confirmation that they're heading in. Leon raised a hand to his head, feeling a warm liquid, as he looked, he could see blood.

“Go figure. Look, Y/n, just in case. I was thinking about spending my next vacation with you. Thought we could head to the beach, it's about time I take you on a real date.” Leon panted, trying to free his leg. Your heart began to race, clenching your fist.

“That sounds wonderful, Leon. How about you survive and we can make that happen?” You spoke as calmly as you could, you didn't want to make the situation worse for him. He chuckled in response, followed by a groan.

“I'll do my best.”

“Agent Kennedy! We've got rope here, we're coming to get you!” One of the soldiers shouted down to him, dropping a rope down. “This place is on its last leg, let's get this going.” The man spoke as he slid down, he made quick work with getting the rubble off of Leon.

“Thanks.” Leon breathed out, he did his best to stand, but his leg was definitely twisted at the least. The man helped Leon climb the rope before following. The sound of screeches can be heard in the distance. “Let's go now!” The man shouted to his troops. All of them rushed out, helping Leon of course. Right as they reached the helicopter, the building completely collapsed.

“I owe you guys a drink for that. Time to get out of here.” Leon slowly limped to the helicopter. They all hopped on and headed back. As soon as they reached the base, he was rushed to the infirmary.

Your heels clacked as you jogged your way to check on him. You were anxious as hell, this was scarier than you realized. As you reached his room, you opened the door and held your breath. He was laying back with his leg in a splint, and a couple bandages on his head. He looked over at you, a smile shining through. “Hey there sweetheart.” His voice was a bit hoarse, but you loved it. You quickly rushed to his side and held his hand, squeezing it.

“You scared the shit out of me, jerk.” You breathed out. He chuckled and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

“Like you said, I've survived worse. You're not getting rid of me that easily.” He raised his hand to your cheek. You leaned into it and began to relax. He's still here, he's real.

“Just so you know, I love you.” You spoke quietly, he smiled more and pulled you down for a kiss.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, about that vacation.” He hummed as he parted slightly.

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii darling !! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

ohmigosh i swear whenever you respond to my asks, my brain exploded with ideas its crazy and i love u sm for it <33 but anyways this kinda tied down to my recent brainrot b4 this, so since fragile!reader was in a coma for hundreds of years, the first time they probably tried getting out of bed and walking on their own two feet was probably an absolute failure 😭 fragile!raedrr probably looked like a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time. to say it was cute but also embarrassing is an understatement. also THATS SO TRUE! reader would literally beg Zandik and every single clone to go outside to see Snezhnaya, but since their health is so fragile it’s such a huge risk that they can’t take :(( so they’re usually just looking out the window to see if they can even catch a glimpse of Snezhnaya’s city. also adding onto Zandik being more mature and different from the Akademiya, reader probs has so so many questions on what happened while they slept, like what do you mean he has power that can match even the gods?! fragile!raeder would probably be so amazed but also scared that their own lover, THE Zandik, the outcast from Sumeru, turned to become the 2nd Harbinger, and have so much strength. ALSOOOO lifting up his mask and seeing the new scars littered on his face </3 reader would probably be so worried and ask “does it still hurt?” AHHHH it’s past 12 AM but this man has had such a grip on me the whole day. Currently sick rn, hopefully I’ll get better. But ANYWAYS I love you so so much smooches make sure you take breaks and stay healthy in college I know it must be really stressful. Just know I’ll be giving you a bunch of chu chus. <33

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ౨ৎ

HI 🎐 ANON!! <33 I'm so glad I inspired you wabdbedbdw that's so cute ily more ❤️❤️ And RELATABLE 🎐 ANON i can't go a day without thinking of this crazy doctor man smh,, and omg i hope you feel better 😭 i'm responding a bit late but hopefully you feel better by now!! Make sure to rest a lot and don't push yourself okay? Staying up until 12 AM isn't good for you!! 😤🥺 Thank you luckily I've been coping well in college, it's just that is SO!! hot and walking to class has me sweating hard unfortunately 😅 Anyway- MOVING ON TO DOTTORE!!

I didn't even think about that- poor fragile reader would have to relearn SO many basic things. At first you'd be stubborn about accepting help - because well... obviously you feel embarrassed and upset that you need help doing something that should be easy to you, from a man as powerful as Dottore nonetheless - but... eventually you have to. At least baby Zandy holds your hand the whole time to steady you ❤️

YEAAA the clones and Dot probably can guess what you are about to say with EASE when you come up to them with a pleading "🥺" expression. They really do feel bad about rejecting you, especially when your shoulders droop and you let out that little dejected sigh that they've gotten used to hearing... You just want to know about the world outside, to explore just like how you once used to in the Akademiya... to venture into the unknown with your beloved. At least there are some really pretty picture books of Snezhnaya, and they always bring you souvenirs from their expeditions <33

Reader would be literally bouncing off the walls in excitement when they hear all of the stories Zandik has to tell 🥺 They want EVERY piece of the story down to the most minuscule detail. I mean, how could you not want the whole story when he went from this random guy in the Akademiya to a HARBINGER? In the Fatui? Those same people who used to watch y'all in the desert and forest?? 😨 And now you're saying this whole lab and space belongs to you too? Zandik, we have hundreds of years of catching up to do and you're not letting him go until he recounts everything <33

OH MY GOD THE SCARS😭😭 TEARSSS I didn't think about how he'd get the scars after you fell asleep- you would be wondering why he wears that mask nonstop until he finally relents and lets you take it off... :( your heart would just break as you softly kiss the scarred skin and trace it with your fingers. It probably doesn't hurt anymore but it aches when you touch it so tenderly...

[fishhavetoes]

Steve who has a thing for mustaches.

Steve who comes home after a long day at work, and walks into his bathroom hoping to take a nice shower before bed. Steve who almost jumps out of his skin when he sees a certain cute metalhead staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

With his face in his hands Steve groans. “Eddie, what have I told you about breaking into my house?”

The metal head pouts and turns to Steve.

“But Stevie it was important. You wouldn’t want me sad, would you pretty boy?”

And Steve… well Steve can’t really stay mad. Not when the guy he’s been having… non platonic feelings about… is staring at him with that face. That cute face. Often hot face. Sometimes sexy face. Okay, Steve thinks, i need to stop before I get carried away.

Steve realizes he’s been zoned out on Eddie’s lips when he clocks the expectant look on his face. Steve backtracks the conversation in his mind before he gets what Eddie’s waiting for.

“Okay, what’s so important that you had to break into my house at 8 pm for?”

Eddies face turnes slightly embarrassed and nervous, and he rushes out “IKindaWannaGrowAMustacheButIFeelLikeIdLookStupid”

And Steve’s brain stopped working. His cheeks turned pink and his eyes grew wide. All he can think of is Eddie with a mustache. His mind is racing with all the guys who helped him realize his bidentity. Freddie Mercury, Tangerine from Bullet Train, Jack from This Is Us, the list goes on (authors note: no it doesn’t, I’m lazy).

Eddie, somehow, takes this as a bad sign. He starts fidgeting and not making eye-contact. He starts rambling.

“Well I mean, I guess it’s a silly idea, and I don’t have to, I just thought, maybe, maybe you would know? If I looked good? Not that you look at me. Well not that you don’t look at me, I mean - I know you look at me because I look at you. Well I don’t look at you. I mean not like that. I just mean-“

Eddie turns bright red. He has no words left. He has no excuses. Nothing more to say.

Steve, for his part, try’s, he really does, to be normal about it.

“NO! No I think, I think mustaches are great. I love a guy with a mustache. Not that I love you! I mean, I mean I do but like, Yk. I just mean like I’d totally go down on a guy with a mustache Yk? Not that I’d go down on you! I mean I would! But only if you’re okay with it!!!”

They stare at each-other. The low hum of the bathroom light drones on in the background.

Eddie blinks, and let’s out a shaky breathe, and says “I am”

Steve just blinks and tilts his head (golden retriever lookin ass, smh), “you are what?”.

“I’m okay with it”

“Okay with what?”

“Stevie” Eddie looks genuinely pained, “work with me here big boy”

“Ed’s I literally don’t understand what you’re trying to say. What are you okay with?”

“I’m okay with you going down on me. Going to pound town. Doing the bedroom tango. Bumpin uglies. Adult slip n slide” (this is funny, you’re welcome)

Both of the poor dudes faces are getting redder by the minute.

Steve looks up, sighs, and reaches out, lightning fast to grab Eddie’s shirt and pull him closer. He can feel the older boys breath against his mouth. He likes it, he can feel how much he likes it. And when he surges forward and they end up against the wall pushing into each other, he can feel how much the other boy likes it too.

Eddie ends up growing a mustache.

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This is the mustache. Baby girl tangerine for life.

[beetlebug-bii]

Lucifer’s Nightmares

Content Warnings: swearing, main game spoilers, crackhead writing because I am still in a silly goofy mood

Requests Open!

TLDR: Lucifer has emotions and also has 0 coping skills, but that’s okay because he got those sweet sweet musical jams...oh and like a partner too or something

Lucifer would rather die than admit he has nightmares practically every night

Like fuck dude

He has that deep rooted guilt based trauma.

Nightmares about bad things happening to you, happening to his brothers, nightmares about Lilith, the war, Michael...father...all of these things mixed together and happening in one tornado of horrible events...

Not only that but his dreams are just so

Vivid

Every time he closes his eyes it all just feels

Real

No one would ever guess that sometimes even the calm and prideful Lucifer wakes up gasping for air, tears in the corners of his eyes

So how does he cope?

Well

He came up with the best solution ever

NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!!!! :D

and then you came

and at first you like had your own room

and didnt live in his room

because you know

you had one

BUT THEN FOR SOME REASON YOU WENT NAHHHH

Your room? Yeah thats mine now

and like what was he gonna say??

No??

He would never say that shit

Especially when you are paying rent in kisses

so like you kind of moved in

But like only kind of because you still wanted your room too and like didnt want anyone else to have it

So you actually have like 13 rooms now

thats beside the point you house thief 

(breaking and entering to the next level, you could probably evict the brothers and win smh)

So you started sleeping in his room

and you noticed he MAYBE just didnt sleep like

Ever

so you went oh yeah i can fix this

and started DRAGGING HIM LIKE A FUCKING RODENT

ALL THE WAY TO HIS BED

YOU TUCKED HIM IN LIKE HE WAS BEING RESTRAINED WITH A STRAIGHTJACKET 

which on an unrelated note would honestly probably do that poor man some good, he needs a vacation to grippyville, they all do

I digress

after centuries of having quite possibly the worst sleep schedule known to man, both to avoid having nightmares and to get his piles of work done

Having to actually just

Lay there

at like

11pm

Was merely just so flabbergasting that he spent like two weeks STILL NOT SLEEPING just to comprehend that he was SUPPOSED to be sleeping

You were bashing your head against the wall

Crying, sobbing, throwing up

take that as seriously as you want

regardless after a while he finally started falling asleep with you!

Why? well he loves you

unfortunately for him

(also you may or may not have been on top of him because he lays there like a fucking ROCK)

He loves you so much that he made a whole sleep schedule and went 

“yeah I can deal with this”

Spoiler alert he couldn’t

But it took about a week of sleeping properly to break him.

and you

because you were thrown

ONLY VAGUELY I SWEAR

HE JUST HAPPENED TO SHOOT UP AND YOU WERE ON TOP OF HIM SO YOU WERE KINDA JUST LAUNCHED ONTO THE FLOOR

Were you a bit frazzled

Maybe

Were you about three seconds from crying, throwing up out of spite, and yelling?

...maybe

But that quickly faded 

The demon before you sat with heavy, staggered breaths, his eyes wide and full of tears

part of you was like haha who is this man

but the other part was like oh shit what happened

Because like

YOU HAVE LITERALLY DIED AND THAT MAN HASNT SHED A

S I N G L E 

TEAR

so sitting there on the floor watching him try and regain what little composure he had left was a bit startling to say the least

So being the lovely not feral partner you are (for now), you sat next to him on the bed

You rubbed his back and whispered gently into his ear while leaning on his chest

Lucifer was also a bit flabbergasted 

Like

Lmao stupid human-

Insert internal sobbing here

Its fine

He held you and pretended nothing happened

Though he knew he definitely wouldn’t be falling asleep again any time soon

Of course you couldn’t just let this slide

You knew Lucifer better than you knew yourself

So

You did the only thing you could think of

You released yourself from his arms, and went to turn on one of his cursed records

“dance with me Luci?” 

You whispered

On a normal day he would’ve rolled his eyes at the girlish nickname

But maybe just for today he would let it slide...

and maybe tomorrow too

and maybe the next da-

So he took your hand and twirled you gently

The two of you slowly swaying to the music in the darkness of his room

The twinkling of fireflies outside the window

You couldn’t take away his fears or his worries or the guilt he carried

But you could stand there with him, gently holding his hand and swaying alongside him

A reminder that maybe

Things were beginning to work out

Because if he was there with you

In this moment with you in his arms

In this universe where you loved him and he loved you

A world where you have overcome all odds

Maybe all the heartache was worth it

Maybe every horrible moment and every heart wrenching sadness lead him here

Maybe that was okay...

Because at the end of it all

Was the single greatest happiness in his life

You

And as long as you were beside him

He could handle a few nightmares

“I love you” he whispers in your ear as he spins and twirls you, the moonlight illuminating your face

And for a moment the nightmares were forgotten

Replaced by him imagining a perfect forever alongside his human

[evanslvr]

can u plz make an imagine of kyle spencer where we help bathe him after he kills his mom (not sexual)??? thank uuu

𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 - 𝑲𝒀𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑹

𝒘𝒄:𝟕𝟒𝟕

a/n: you probably don’t even want this request any more..from how long I took..smh…I’m so sorry..😭

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I cautiously washed his back with the white cloth that was lathered with lavender soap, it instantly became coated with blood and dirt from his wounds. It hurt to look at him. I winced at the sight of his body covered in so many wounds, all of which had been caused by Madison

I saw him shudder, he was in pain. “I’m sorry, Kyle.” I mutter. He looked over his shoulder and glanced up at me, then back to the water in the tub. I dip the cloth into the bathtub full of soapy water and dirt and I begin to gently clean his arm. He was completely covered in blood, so I knew it wasn't going to be easy. He was trembling like crazy, he didn't speak but he made a few noises, indicating he was uncomfortable and etc. I worked my way up to his shoulder and his arm, trying to clean him as gently as possible, the wounds on his arms and stomach were quite bad, but I tried to avoid them. I didn't want to hurt him any more than I had to. I don’t know what drive him to kill his mother, whether it was the effects of being brought back to life or he felt threatened by her..either way it was horrible.

I stand up and toss the bloody cloth to the side and reach for a clean white cloth. He still wouldn't look at me, he was too focused on the bathtub water. He had this distant look in his eyes. And a look of confusion and maybe fear. I know this isn't easy for him, I know he has so many things going on in his head. I wish I could help him, but I can't, I don't even know what's going on in his mind. He has to learn how to function normally again, and I have no problem on helping him do so.

I kneel back down to his side, and dip the cloth into the bath again and I start to gently wipe away the blood that was still dripping from his arms and face. I feel his gaze shift to my eyes. He was staring right at me. It was hard for me to hold his gaze for more than a second. I quickly glance down at the wound on his chest and I look up at him again, he seemed to sense that I was no threat to him. I smile and reach for a new cloth that was wrapped around a bar of soap. I began to gently wash his hair.

His gaze shifted from my eyes to the wall of the bathroom, and back again. He was quiet for a while, as if he was thinking or remembering what had just happened, as if it were just a few moments ago. But the room was completely silent, I could hear the dripping of water from the faucet and the light rumble of cars on the other side of the window.

I feel him relax a little as I gently wash his soft curly hair. I rinse it out with clean water and I'm surprised at how soft it is. I place my hand on the back of his head and gently pull it down until his cheek is resting on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed and his expression calm. He let out a quiet sigh as I gently massage his head. He was clearly enjoying the feeling of it. I take this moment to stare at his face. His skin is so soft and pale, the contrast of his skin and the blood that was still dripping off of him was striking.

His hair is curly and blonde, it was messy and a little tangled from all the blood and mud, but it wasnt totally horrible. Such a shame that his life was cut so short just because of Madison..i can’t stand her annoying ass. i met kyle once when he was originally alive and well. He seemed cool and different from the rest of his frat brothers..something more could have happened between us but..things happened, of course.

Kyle looks at me, his eyes slowly opening, his face is still calm, but he was still staring at me. He looked deep in thought about something, but he didn't say anything. He just turned back around to face the bathtub.

Poor baby.

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A/n: Bro, I have so many requests…

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔞

deception- /dɪˈsɛpʃn/ -noun; the action of deceiving someone.

Tags/Warnings: Prince!Cursed!Jungkook, Dragonkin!Reader, mentions of poor living conditions (reader is chained up in a basement smh), magic and other fantasy elements, Angst, tragic lovers au?, strangers to lovers question mark???, did I mention angst, fluff?, it's somewhere I promise, open ending- I might write more dunno yet

Story length: 5k

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It's quiet underneath the castle tonight.

No one is probably yet awake- moonlight still brightly shining through the tiny window at the very top corner of your cell, signaling it's still nighttime. There's occasional cats passing by, or mice sneaking in to capture any crumbs you may have left behind of the dry bread they give you to eat- but except this, there's nothing but silence.

It's nothing like the woods you've lived in before, close to the seaside.

There, the waves would've sang you a song to help you sleep, the trees swaying alongside the melody as if to rock you like a mother would her child, side to side, slowly, gently. In here, there's no soft foliage underneath you, no warm pelts that make up your nest. There's nothing but a bit of hay- but not even nearly enough to give you the opportunity to nest at all. It's damp, starting to mold, itching your skin to the point of you rather sleeping on the cold hard floor instead.

Suddenly, there's drops hitting the ground outside.

You turn around to look up at the window properly, before you stand up, shackles clattering loudly as the metal chains drag on the floor. Your hands on the brick wall, you turn up your head to at least try and smell the fresh air the storm seems to bring. And as if mother nature takes pity on you, the wind starts to shift, blowing the cool rain into the cell where you let it patter on your skin and face with a smile.

You don't care that the water runs into your cell now, flowing down the very brick wall you've got your hands placed against. There's no worse for your situation anyways- though one might argue that it could be a lot more evil.

At least they feed you.

Kind of.

For now, you lay down on the bits of hay you've collected to sleep on, sound of the rain helping you fall asleep.

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"Jungkook, take it slow, will you." the King sighs, watching as the young prince eagerly swings his wooden sword against the one of a young soldier and dear friend. And while the prince won't listen, Namjoon looses his attention at the sound of the king approaching, becoming an easy target for the younger prince who groans out in a dramatic manner.

"Father, please stop this." he sighs, putting the sword away before wiping his sweat. "Me laying down and doing nothing won't do much except kill me faster by boredom." he tells his father, who scoffs.

"I don't like the way you talk about this." the old man argues, making his son only roll his eyes.

"And I don't like you treating me as if I'm incapable of knowing my body and limits." he says. "I will rest if I need to." he finishes, turning his back to the king who can only click his tongue, before leaving his son alone.

"Your father is right." Namjoon says. "You know, at least until we figured out how to get the wish, you should take it easy-"

"That's all I'm doing!" Jungkook says, throwing up his arms in defeat. "I've been doing nothing but take it easy." he mumbles more or less to himself, shaking his head. "I'm tired of it." he tells his friend, before he walks out the training grounds, and back into the castle. On his way, he walls past the guarded stairway leading down into the basement cells- and curiosity grips him by the hand at the sight of it.

There's no guards around right now. Typically, the doorway that leads into the basement dungeons stays heavily guarded, not ever giving him proper opportunity to step down there and see what's kept hidden inside for himself. His father constantly lectures him about it, tells him that he will have to deal with prisoners soon enough once he's crowned, but Jungkook doesn't want to wait. He doesn't want to be slapped harshly by the responsibilities from one day to the other- he wants to know while he's still got the time to familiarize himself with everything slowly.

So he walks down carefully, aware that nowadays, his balance is sometimes thrown off randomly- one of many health effects the curse has on him.

No one knows exactly what had happened in the past of his family to curse him as the only son of his father and therefore heir of the throne to be cursed this badly. It's a dragon's curse, powerful and without any empathy for it's victim. It's slowly killing him, black marks and swirling lines underneath his skin pulsing in anger about something he doesn't know. He won't ever lie- he doesn't trust his father whenever the man says that dragons have just cursed him out of pure spite and boredom for inheriting the land they once owned. Jungkook doesn't know dragons too well, but he's read about them. He knows the tales. He doesn't think that creatures as old as them would just become petty centuries after the war had been ended peacefully.

But at this stage, with the illness progressing like it does, it won't be enough time for him to ever find out the truth it seems.

There's not many prisoners down here- most are in the corners of their cells, keeping to themselves without sparing the prince any interest. What grips his own however, is the heavy metal cage at the end of the hall, iron bars decorated with runes he knows are witchcraft used to hold powerful beings- with a lump of clothes inside, along with hay and nothing else.

He walks closer, placing his burning torch into the holder at the wall, before he stands in front of the cold metal bars. It's when you begin to move, slowly turning to look at him, that he realizes who you are.

What you are.

"..you are the dragon?" he wonders mostly to himself, barely raising his voice anything above a whisper. He'd certainly expected anything but this; a young, almost fragile looking thing, with eyes so tired and longing. His father had told him a few weeks ago that he'd acquired a dragon in hopes to have it cure him- but other than that, Jungkook had never been told what that would entail for you, what it would take to make you help him. He squats down in front of the bars to instinctively appear smaller and less threatening- his mind unable to quite believe that you're supposedly one of the rare beasts roaming the skies and filling the kid's nightmares with horror.

That you're the same kind that had cursed him for simply existing.

You don't answer him- though you do sit up to face him, curiosity caught at the sight of him. He definitely looks nicer than you'd thought, and yet, the clear marks on his neck and hand speak clearly to you about his fate. It's not a dragon's curse at all, but who would ever believe you? You'd told the king time and time again that your death would do nothing- but there was no talking him out of his ambitions, you've come to realize.

There was no use in fighting.

Jungkook however is now just confused. You're clearly suffering, in bad physical state, and all you had to do is grant a wish. His father had told him about this- that a dragon could grant a wish to anyone once in their lifetime, which was one reason they were hunted years back. People didn't know that the wish couldn't be forced out of someone- it had to be granted in pure willingness. So why was his father putting you in a cage down here, like a prisoner of war, when this very much wouldn't help his need for a wish at all?

"Why won't you grant the wish? You'll be free afterwards." The prince urges, but you shake your head.

"I can't." you say, almost inaudible. "If I could, I would've done it already." you croak out, voice a bit raspy from lack of use- and recent fight with a guard that had been sent to 'make you understand the urgency of the matter', as the king had told.

"what do you mean?" Jungkook asks, before you're both interrupted by your stomach. "did they not feed you yet? My father said they provided you with food..-" he talks more or less to himself, before a guard steps in.

"Your- highness! The king is looking for you." the Guard says.

"Has she not been fed today?" he wants to know instead, standing up to his full height while the guard seems surprised at the question.

"only every second day. We've been told to make her more easy to handle on days where she doesn't receive her ration, your highness." the older man admits, and Jungkook looks back at you, with a look you can only describe as guilty.

Though you're unsure why.

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You're not sure why he, as a prince of royal heritage, chooses to eat his dinner with you instead, on dirty concrete of all things.

It's stuffy in here, dark and cold, and yet he seems to be fine with it, constantly urging you to eat what he'd brought you. Was this a new plan created to garner your wish? You're unsure of it, last experiences having made you suspicious of any kind gestures given towards you. There's always an ulterior motive, a goal, no smile without calculation.

At least not inside these walls.

"I can't grant your wish." You say because of that, putting the bread down onto the floor- something Jungkook stares at, for a moment, before he looks back at your face thats turned downwards in a submissive manner. He doesn't know why you're not at all the proud being he's read about in books and teachings.

"Why not? Did you already grant one?" He wonders, but you shake your head.

"What did they tell you about the wish, prince?" You ask him, and he cringes a bit at the title, before he adjusts his pose, leaning back a bit on his hands.

His sleeves are rolled up, showing the extend of the damage his curse has been taking the past few weeks. No one knows if anything he does makes it worse or eases it. It's simply moody it seems, sometimes not spreading for days before it takes over him in waves, making him curl into himself in pain. There's nothing that helps the symptoms, every day a gamble, but Jungkook had been living with this ever since he was born. So to him, it was almost normal.

"That you can only grant a wish once, and that you have to do it willingly." He explains. "You cannot wish for the dead to be revived or to gain eternal life. Thats.. what's been written in the books." The prince says. You sigh.

"The wish isn't a thing." You reveal, making his blood run cold. "It never was. It's a legend, but it doesn't exist." You say, shivering a bit from the cold floor underneath you, small gravel digging into your naked thighs. The dress you wear isn't exactly made for a long stay at an underground prison.

"What- but.." He furrows his brows. "That would mean all of the wars, they've been-"

"For nothing." You say, eyes focused on his. "Without any reason." You tell him. "And your curse? My kind does not possess magic. We cannot curse or heal. Our blood doesn't cure disease, and our horns do not make the blind see again." Your voice wavers, becomes frantic in your emotions bubbling over as your eyes fill with tears. "Our scales don't offer eternal youth. Our liver doesn't make a man stronger than an army. Our eggs only contain our children, never the wealth you all believe it does." You tell him, drops of silver running from your eyes. "You've been killing my kind for centuries, making up stories to justify your murder just to feel better about yourself." You get up, standing in front of the wide eyed prince, his skin pale as he watches you. "Your curse has been given by the blood your father spilled for nothing more than the need for power. And I'm deeply sorry that an innocent man such as you who's never fought a war once in his life has to suffer the consequences." Jungkook gets up as well now, slower, but still with a look of pure shock on his face as he watches you talk. "But if mother earth has decided that you're the price to pay, then there's nothing anyone can do about it." You finish, before walking to the very corner, in the darkest place of your cell, leaving the young prince by himself to stare at nothing in particular.

He doesn't want to believe it.

But why would you lie?

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"And this is all you could find?" Jungkook wonders, looking at his friend and partner in crime, who looks around anxously before he answers.

"I didn't have much more time, but yes. This was all he had laying around that I thought would be of interest for you." Taehyung tells him, before he looks a bit more gentle. "Jungkook.. no matter what's in these pages, I want you to know-" He urges, putting his hands on the shoulders of his friend. "-you'll always stay the Jungkook I know today." The young man promises. "I consider you my brother, even if we're not from the same womb."

"I know." Jungkook nods. "And I look at you the same, friend." He offers, before he looks around. "Now go, before they behead you for your actions. We'll meet again, I promise." He says, well aware that if Taeyhung was to ever be found again, it could end in his execution for the act of stealing property of the king. Even if it was on Jungkook's word, it still was a crime he's committed. So the least the prince could do is to give him a fresh start far away from the kingdom- wherever the horse pulling the carriage might take the young worker's son.

Back in his own chambers, he reads with the help of a candle, entire world-view turned upside down as he reads about all of the things his father had done to try and lift the curse the man is well aware of from his son. He never speaks of murder like you'd said- but it's still evident from his writing that he's been using parts of dragons and even sirens to order witches for spells and rituals that might help his prince to gain back his health.

All for nothing, as he now knows.

But there's something else that stands out to him- letters written in ink and careful writing, but in a language he himself doesn't know. It's clear that his father must've had a connection to someone of non-human descent- every letter feeling warm to the touch, as if given to him with magic instead of conventional doves used by his kingdom.

Jungkook doesn't know what exactly he hopes for- but he can't think of anything else.

"I need your help." He says, quietly, making you turn around in the dim orange glow of his lantern. You can see that the curse has been spreading again, reaching the very tip of his earlobe on one side, silver jewelry hanging from his ear standing in great contrast to the deep black marks. He doesn't have much time left before the curse will take his senses, leaving him with no option but to hide in the castle and live with assistance.

You pity him. He's just a victim in this play, after all.

"What do you need me for?" You ask, unsure, when he holds three folded letters between the bars towards you.

"I was wondering if you might be able to read this- or at least tell me what language has been used." The prince asks, more calm now- but you can feel a fire burning inside his chest, an anger that feels more like betrayal than pure aggression over his situation, and you can only assume that he's learned of the past actions of his father and king. So you nod, standing up a little weak today, something Jungkook notices quite quickly- but for now, he can't do much to help.

You open the letter, gaze running over the words- one writing better than the other you notice, proving to you that while one was simply reciting what they've learned, using their memory of recently imprinted words and writings, the other person was native, well aware and confident in writing. The only thing interesting to you being however, that you can read it. "It's dragon's tongue." You softly say to the son of the king still standing close, holding his source of light close enough for you to comfortably read. "Prince Ju-"

"Just Jungkook. I'm in no way entitled to formality considering what my family has done to your kind." Jungkook offers weakly, and you nod.

"..Jungkook then." You nod, before looking at the letter again. "These are.. love letters."

"What?" He asks, confused. "Why would my father keep love letters of dragonkin?"

"Because he's the one who's sent one of them." You reveal to the prince, who's eyes widen. "It's.. I don't know why this one was kept- it seems like it has never been sent. But the name she writes to is your father's." You explain.

"Is- what.. what does it say?" He asks, voice quiet and unsure. "I- I don't need every word, just.."

"I.. Am unsure how to properly explain this. But this line right here?" You say, moving your finger over a line of text written delicately. "It reads as 'Please do raise mine as your own, as I cannot keep him in a place war has torn.'." You tell him. "Jungkook.. she's talking about you."

"She can't be." He says, shaking his head, before starting to pace around, dark marks of his curse pulsating angrily. "It doesn't say my name now, does it? It's not me."

"It does." You say. "In the letter.. that's not been sent." You offer, not looking at the prince in distress.

Jungkook shakes his head however, biting his lip bloody, before he runs an angry hand through his hair, taking the letters from you and being unaware of the paper cutting your hand a little as he leaves in pure confusion.

His entire life until now has been nothing but a lie.

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"You didn't just lie to me, but your whole Kingdom." Jungkook accuses, slapping books in front of his father onto his desk, ink from the man's pen splattering over the documents as the tip of the feather is bent and broken- equally as violent as the trust of his son. "You know exactly why this has been happening to me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The man he once knew as his father says, eyes hard as he stares at his son. "Do not talk with a tongue like this."

"The tongue of a dragon?" He grits out, laughing without any humor as he breathes heavily. The king's eyes widen, body loosing any tension as he realizes what his son had placed onto the desk.

It's diaries. Notebooks. All of himself. Letters, kept in between the pages, sent between him and the women he used to love.

"It's-" He starts, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"I do not have to listen to a man who does not share the same blood as me." Jungkook barks. "Who's my father? Did you murder him too for his parts, or just for pure sport?" He demands to know, and in the second the prince slams his hands onto the desk of the king, he's back again twenty-five years.

The king remembers Jungkook's father- he'd had the exact same fire in his eyes when he'd confronted him about the fate of his son. As a half blood, with partial identity of the dragons but also the kingdom of men, the king had used this to his own advantage, spite over the relationship his secret lover had held with the man in front of him fueling dark thoughts and desires. Jungkook's father had been protective as a father should always be- not ever letting his son be harmed, not even when just still growing in the safety of the womb. So he had to.

"I had to." The king offers. "He would not understand the situation, and tried to keep you away from me." He tries to explain.

"As he should have." Jungkook barks back. "He was my father- what right did you think you had to take me from him? From my mother as well?!"

"Your mother and I weren't supposed to ever become what we did." The king tries to justify. "She couldn't leave your father, but neither did she want to stay."

"So you decided to kill the only person between you and her- how noble of you." The prince- or former prince- chuckles darkly. "So I was just a biproduct? Simple collateral damage?"

"No. You have the blood of men running in your veins. You're not a dragonkin." The king tells him. "I have raised you-"

"Even though you had. No. Right." Jungkook grits out.

"There is no going back for you now." The man in front of him says calmly. "There is nowhere for you to go but here."

"You do not have the power over me a father might have." The former prince says, calmly backing away from the table, before he rips the gold ornament of his family's crest from around his neck- throwing it onto the table with a cold stare. "In fact, you never did. You just made me believe that. And I will not play by your rules any longer." He says. "Nothing binds me to you, or this kingdom."

"So where will you go?" The king demands to know.

"Somewhere this curse can take me away from this earth in piece and quiet." Jungkook says quietly. "Someplace I can die with the knowledge that I'm not living in a sick dream created by a man blinded by lust."

"I assume you will take the dragonkin as well." His former father figure says. "She sure has twisted your mind. Almost amusing of you to say I was blinded by lust when you're doing just the same."

"I am not." Jungkook says, walking towards the door. "I am not taking her with me."

"So you'll just set her free? She has nowhere to go either." The man behind the desk barks. "Her land is nothing but ashes."

Opening the door, Jungkook doesn't turn around as he speaks. "She still deserves freedom." he says, quietly. "She deserves to live."

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Someone gently shakes your shoulder, carefully waking you from your nap on the cold floor in the cell. One look up, and you see the prince again- his face tired, but holding a comforting smile. "Here." He offers, helping you sit up. "It's cold outside. I think this will fit you." He explains.

You take the coat and tilt your head in confusion. "What for?"

"You'll have to travel with me for a bit, just until we're out the border. But after that, you're free to go wherever." He tells you.

"I'm-… just like that?" You wonder, and he nods. "What about you?"

"I don't know yet." He shrugs. "But I can't stay here anymore. Not after.. I just can't stay near him any longer." He sighs, standing up. "Come. I've packed everything already, the only thing missing is you." He charmingly states, holding the cell door open.

You walk out, shackles being undone by a prison guard, before you're free to walk outside, sun blinding you for a good moment before Jungkook helps you onto the carriage where a large horse already in front of it, ready to pull. "Is it winter?" You wonder, as Jungkook climbs up on the other side of the front, nodding towards a guard close by you assume is his friend- before he pulls the reigns, steering the horse towards the main gate of the castle grounds.

"Not quite. But soon." He tells you, calm quietness falling over the both of you, your eyes taking in all the pretty forest and scenery you've not been able to look at for months now. You can't imagine the emotions running through the former prince now- his entire identity a complete lie. Nothing he ever thought he knew was true, his trust in the kingdom entirely broken down to nothing but dust.

"Are you doing this to redeem yourself?" You wonder out loud, not shy or worried he might change his mind and throw you back into the undergrounds of the castle. He's chosen to let you out- and you know the wilds better than he does. You'll survive on your own. Not easily, but you'll manage.

"No." He shakes his head. "There's nothing I could ever do that would make the crimes on your kind disappear, or able to be forgiven." The former prince sighs, puffs of air escaping his lips since his breath is warmer than the cold air outside. "I can comfort myself in hiding behind not knowing what really happened up until now. That's all I have."

"It's enough." You shrug. "You're not the man that led the war. You're-.. a victim just as much as I am, down the line." You tell him, pulling your legs up to snuggle into the way too big coat he got you. It's warm fabric, pelt keeping your body heat safe from the worsening winds picking up the further you go out the forests surrounding the kingdom.

"I guess." He mumbles. "I'm still just a bastard though, with nowhere to go." He more or less says to himself, while you watch him.

Again, you can't imagine what he must go through. At least you can say that you've experienced proper upbringing, a childhood, parents and the feelings of family and belonging. But for him, everything he'd thought was real turned out to be nothing but lies, and it hurts you to imagine that. He's never done wrong from what you can tell. Just like you said; he's a victim, not a criminal. His hands aren't drenched in blood.

If anything, he's the only one who's shown you empathy, who's tried to right the wrongs done by people around him even though he doesn't have to. And with that, you watch him a little more closely as you reach the kingdom's borders.

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"Are you warm enough?" He asks you in the back of the cart, making you move around and peek through the coverings of the cart that shield the insides from the cold nighttime air- and you nod. "Good."

"Will you rest soon as well?" You wonder, and he just shrugs, not offering a verbal reply while keeping his gaze on the road ahead. There's nothing in front of you it seems, faint lights of small towns nearby illuminating the far away places you pass by- but other than that, you're alone. "You can't keep going forever. I will feel useless."

"Don't worry, I won't think of you that way." He laughs, glad your attitude has slowly softened and relaxed around him. You're warming up to him, and he can't say he doesn't like it- after all, a companion is what he'd need most in his situation. But he won't ask you to stay, the question itself feeling almost criminal in his mind already, speaking it out loud would surely not be wise.

You huff in playful annoyance, disappearing inside the carriage before you reappear wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting next to him. "Why are you out now as well?" He chuckles, amused by your antics.

"To offer company. Do you not want it?" You ask, looking up at him with your slightly reflective eyes. You spot the same slight shine in his own eyes, reminding you that you're both not the same, but similar at the same time. He might not be a full-blooded dragon, but there's still a heart of one beating in his chest. You blame that exact fact for making you feel so attached to him already- feeling as if you don't want to leave him any longer. He's comfortable, he's nice, and caring, and gentle, and everything one might look for in a mate.

"Oh, I enjoy your company very much, don't you worry." He laughs again, though he yawns. "It might help keep me awake."

"Please rest." You ask of him, and he stutters a bit in his motion, before sighing in defeat.

"Just because I do not want to cause an accident and hurt you." He shakes his head, steering the horse into a space he deems hidden enough to set up camp for the night.

He probably isn't aware of the impact of his words.

You watch as he binds the horse to a nearby tree, his hand almost completely consumed by the black curse at this point as he pets the gentle creature for a goodnight. He climbs back into the carriage where you wait for him, already hiding underneath the blankets he'd brought along for both you and him alike, his gaze only resting on you for a second, not longer. "I can sleep outside as well. I understand if you don't trust me."

"I would've pushed you off the cart already if I wanted to." You answer him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Considering my condition, you very much could've." He says, burying himself under the blankets as well next to you.

You look at the back of his head in front of you. "You'll be cured." You whisper out, and he shrugs again.

"Even if I won't, it's alright." He says. "I understand that it's not a curse, but simply.. I don't know."

"You don't deserve it, and I won't accept you saying that you do." You stubbornly reply. "We'll find a solution."

"It's alright." He just says, before he feels your finger drawing shapes on his back. "What are you doing?" He wonders, but you don't answer for a moment, before finishing what you're apparently writing.

"I've written my promise onto you." You quietly tell him.

"Promise?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"My promise to stay with you till the end." You say, turning around so your back faces his. "No matter how soon that might be."

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[sassybluee]

I had a fun thought thanks to my minibang fic. Essentially, my fic takes inspiration from a part in Back from the Brink, so while I'm just running with my own ideas after taking the basic concept, I've been occasionally dipping into the drama's worldbuilding to flesh out some aspects of CLJ that weren't really fleshed out. Cultivation is one aspect that CLJ sort of glosses over, and in my fic where Dongfang Qingcang has amnesia, he has to learn from the ground up.

So anyway, I started thinking about the part in BFTB where Tianyao helps Yanhui by entering her mind's eye and sees there's a big wall in it that's preventing her from developing her cultivation. Then, I started thinking about in the canon CLJ timeline, what if Dongfang Qingcang had done the same for Xiao Lanhua?

He might offer to help her with her poor cultivation because it would be more beneficial to him if she could protect herself better (the lies he tells himself, smh). He doesn't think her damaged immortal root should be impeding her this much, so he looks inside her mind's eye. He finds a big blockade that's preventing her cultivation from getting better, which turns out to be the spell her parents placed on her so she wouldn't remember being Xiyun.

So TLDR, with Dongfang Qingcang's help, Xiao Lanhua is able to remove the block from her mind's eye completely, and suddenly remembers who she is much sooner in the timeline. And then we have a Dongfang Qingcang pre-fully revived emotions who is literally the devil on her shoulder when she doesn't know what to do with this newfound information.

There's lots of angst potential, but I think it could be really funny too.