#the first time I heard this I dropped everything and melted into the ground

[baby-grohl]

OH?!

[cranberryjuice-posts]

- forging bonds -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Hephaestus! reader

An - i had a random burst of inspiration and just wrote and it kinda ate

Slamming your hammer down onto the bright red metal you tried to fuel all of your emotions into the forming weapon. You were mad, mad at clarisse, mad at silena, mad at everyone.

It was like there was a dumbass curse placed on Hephaestus kids since this isn’t the first time it’s happened. You liked clarisse a daughter of ares, she not only flirted and spent time with you practically leading you on all while you helped fix her dumb fucking spear just to see her kiss silena a daughter of Aphrodite at the fireworks show.

Throwing the hammer to the ground you breathless looked at what was supposed to be a sword, in reality it was a bent and curved mess. Hot tears filled your eyes, it hurt.. a lot.

Your hands were gripped at your side as you held back tears, tears that you refused to let fall, tears that you refused to waste on a bitch like clarisse. Being so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized when pair of comforting arms wrapped around you; shocked you looked up to see your brother Charlie.

Realizing that he was hurting to you turned to hug him back. There was a comforting silence for a while that neither wanted to break. It stayed that way until you gave in. “I’m sorry about silena” you mumbled sighing upset.

“It’s whatever I doubted a girl like her would of even given me a chance Anyways” he tried to play it off but you could tell he was hurting just as much. “Sorry about clarisse… I knew you really liked her”

You Just shrugged. “It’s like You Said i highly doubt Someone like her would of given me a chance” after a moment you patted Charles back while moving away. Looking down and seeing your mangled mess of metal you gave an annoyed sigh, picking it up and throwing it back into the pot watching as it melted away, secretly wishing your feelings could leave that easily.

“Let’s Just get dinner” You threw the rubber gloves and tossed the apron aside, rolling your shoulders back while walking towards the dining hall.

Leaving the pavilion you rubbed the side of your neck. It wasn’t a wonder clarisse wanted silena, she was beautiful. Everything about her was perfect and if you were in her position you’d want her as well.

Wandering around you found yourself in the forgery once again. A place that you could go to and build everything only for your main source of creator to be gone.

“Figured you’d be here” turning around instantly you saw clarisse walking in, her Hands in her standard camo pants.

Rolling your eyes you shook your head walking away from her. “Get lost— the forgery is closed” You almost demanded.

Clarisse Held her Head slightly low almost like she was embarrassed. “I uh I came for my spear” she managed out.

With you back facing her you tried to just hide the growing tears in your eyes. Of course she came for her weapon.. that’s probably why she even fucked with you in the first place, just to get her damn spear fixed.

Grabbing it off the wall you shoved it into clarisses chest. “There now leave I have to clean up” your voice broke as you weakly pushed her out.

Turning your back to her once again you walked to the mess you had left earlier starting to pick the discarded items up. Setting the gloves into a drawer clarisse spoke up one again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you it’s n—”

“Can You Just Go! I don’t want to see you right now come back when you have a weapon problem” you didn’t want to hear her bullshit or her poor excuse for a sorry. Silence filled the room for only a few seconds before you heard a loud snap.

Instantly turning around you saw clarisse toss her now in half spear in front of her. “What is wrong with you!” You almost screamed quickly dropping down to grab the broken weapon, tears coming up as all your hard work was wasted. “Are You Fuc—“

“You said to talk to you when I need weapon help so my spear is broken can we talk now” clarisse shouted crossing her arms and glaring down at you. Her spear was her everything so her breaking it in half had to of meant something important.

Picking up the two pieces of the stick you nodded walking over to your working station.

Clarisse stood beside you as you got to work. “I didn’t mean to kiss silena” she sighed, at first you wanted to scream at her because you don’t just not mean to kiss someone but instead you just kept quiet. “I know your mad at me but.. fuck I don’t know why I kissed her I just did… I really like you YN.. I swear”

She reached out to touch your hand only for you to pull it away. “Basically you just kissed silena Just because you could but it’s ok because you actually really like me?!” You looked over at her pissed off. “Make up your fucking mind clarisse”

“I have!” She quickly responded. “It’s you I want you, look silenas great but her heart is set on Charles just like mine is on you, I’m not the best with words but I broke my gods damn spear just so you would talk to me!” “Please.. I realize I fucked up and I know I don’t deserve another chance but please”

You’ve never seen clarisse plead for anything. Seeing her beg for you to give her another chance broke your heart some. Closing your eyes you placed your hands on her biceps squeezing her arms gently you creased your shoes stepping up to kiss her. You shouldn’t of forgave her this easily but you knew your heart and you knew you couldn’t deny her.

Clarisses arms found themselves on your waist as she turned her head pushing the kiss to become deeper. Her tight grip and her gentle kiss both shocking you some though you played to her strengths to. Letting your hands lace into clarisses hair she pushed your back into the table.

Breaking the kiss just to catch her breath clarisse muttered between you both. “I think I love you.”

“What?” You breathlessly asked. Clarisse quickly let go of you embarrassed and cleared her throat. “I’ll see you around babe uh bye” she awkwardly left.

Babe?! I love you?! You knew you were done for, this girl has completely won you over. With a flustered sigh you turned around starting to work on her broken spear again. Making a silent vow that if she did actually break your heart again she would never have any weapons fixed again.

[charmandabear]

Ascendn't

Summary

I got mad when the game wouldn't let me hug him after the Cazador fight. So I fixed it. Plus a bit more steaminess in the graveyard scene. (Also, yes, I'm insufferable about this title.)

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Tav Rating: M Word Count: 4.5k Tags/Warnings: post-Cazador fight, Act 3 spoilers, blood kink, biting, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, soft dom Astarion, enthusiastic consent

It's been a good 10 years since I've written fanfiction and probably about 20 since I've published any online. This boy got me down BAD. I made an AO3 account for this fucker. (Which you can find here.)

“I can do this, but I need your help.”

You’ve never heard him plead like this. He’s usually so cool and confident. He doesn’t need anyone if he can help it. But this is different. Standing over Cazador, dagger in hand, fear and desperation in his eyes.

“I’ll be free - truly, completely free. Isn’t that what you want?”

He knows how to make your heart melt and break all at the same time. Gods, yes, of course that’s what you want, more than anything in the world. For him to be free to live the life that he never got to have, the life that Cazador stole away from him. He was so young when he got turned. And if he doesn’t take this chance, then as soon as you manage to get these damned tadpoles out of your head he’ll be relegated to the shadows once again. You can’t do that to him.

But this isn’t it. This won’t give him the freedom he so desperately craves, no, deserves. It’s just another form of chains. You take a shaky breath and prepare yourself for his disapproving glare.

“I know you think this will set you free, but it won’t. This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador.”

Astarion’s face goes slack, the recognition of the cycle of abuse suddenly clear. His eyes on you soften as he murmurs, “You– you’re right. I can be better than him.” He turns a steely gaze back to Cazador.

“But I’m not above enjoying this.”

With a ferocity that you haven’t yet seen in Astarion, he yanks Cazador’s head back and starts viciously stabbing into his neck. Two hundred years of pent up fury and revenge release in a matter of moments. At a certain point, he’s not even stabbing the man, but rather the idea of Cazador and everything he represents.

Eventually he slows and drops Cazador’s limp body to the ground. The dagger falls with a clatter, and Astarion takes a step back. His eyes finally come back into focus and he realizes that it’s over. Really, truly, over. He’s finally free.

His face is awash with an overwhelm of emotions that you can’t identify. He’s panting, first from the physical exertion and then the sobs that wrack his body. He lets out a howling cry filled with pain and suffering and relief and anguish and he falls to his knees, shoulders shaking. Up until this point, you and the rest of your party have been frozen to the spot as you watched Astarion claim his revenge. But something in you breaks free and you rush to his side. Where you need to be. Where you belong.

You grab him tight in your arms and curl into his neck, your own tears mixing with the blood and grime on his bare shoulder. You think with an almost sardonic humor how often your positions have been reversed. Whereas when he leaned into your neck it was often with hunger, or lust, or even just a flirty playfulness, now all you could bring is a shared pain and comfort. You plant a tender kiss just below his ear and he looks at you with tearful eyes, an unidentifiable question present. You wrap your hand around the base of his neck, fingers raking through bloodstained silver curls. Pressing your foreheads together, you sync up your breaths with his, trying to slow them back to an even rhythm. Gods, you love this man so much.

You finally dare to break the silence, whispering, “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” He lets out a weary chuckle and nods. You take one more look into those wet crimson eyes, bloodshot and tired, and smear some of Cazador’s blood left on his cheek in an attempt to wipe away his tears. He takes your hand and kisses your fingertips gently. You suddenly become aware that the other six spawn have been released from their soul-draining chains and are approaching, just as tired and sweaty as the rest of you. The two of you slowly get up to your feet, each helping the other in the process.

“Is… is it over? Is he…?” The woman you vaguely recall meeting in the flophouse in Wyrm’s Crossing, Dalyria, cautiously peers at Cazador’s body. Astarion lets out one final sigh, his breathing finally returning to normal.

“Yes. He’s gone.” He sounds like he can hardly believe it himself. As though saying the words aloud might somehow break a spell and make them untrue.

“What does that mean for us?” Petras, you think, comes up behind Dal. You do remember meeting him, feeling like he was like a knockoff version of Astarion. Trying all the same moves with half of the charm. You feel bad, now, about that judgemental assessment. He looks like such a lost little boy.

“It means you have a choice,” he says with exasperation. Sibling bonds, even when forged in fire, never die. “You can hide here, living in the shadows, like parasites.” His voice is filled with venom. “Or you can be more than what he made us to be. You can choose differently, of course. But the consequences are on your head.”

“What does it mean for them?” Dal asks, and Astarion falters slightly. 

“Ah. Now that is a question…” You can tell he had been trying not to think about the seven thousand vampire spawn locked up in the dungeons. He was trying to get Sebastian out of his mind since their conversation. You don’t blame him, honestly. Astarion may have been forced to do Cazador’s bidding, but that doesn’t make the fallout from that any less reprehensible. Worse even that he was good at it.

Astarion had taken a step away from you to talk to his siblings, and you can see him beginning to spiral. You close the distance again and lay a hand on his shoulder. You can feel him start under your touch.

“Let’s release them,” you offer quietly. “They deserve the same chance you got.” You have no idea who Astarion would be right now if he hadn’t gotten kidnapped by the Illithid. If he hadn’t been on this journey, seen everything he had seen. Met you. Honestly, you don’t know who you’d even be if you hadn’t met him either. The thought alone makes you run cold.

“You’re right,” he breathes barely above a whisper. “The poor wretches in the cells are innocent. They shouldn’t have to suffer just because I-” his voice catches in his throat and you see him shake off a dark thought, “lured them here.” He reaches down to pick up Cazador’s staff - Woe, you think it’s called - with a hand still stained reddish black with the vampire’s blood. He looks at it for a moment, considering it carefully, and everything this staff had ever meant. Then he slams it on the ground, red waves of energy emanating from it, using its power to unlock every single one of the cells in the dungeon. 

“They’ll need someone to lead them. Take the tunnels into the Underdark. Find somewhere… well, not safe, but less perilous.” Petras eyes light up with fear.

“What? No, we can’t-” he begins desperately, but Astarion cuts him off with a hand.

“Just try to keep them out of trouble.” The exasperated tone is back. How often had he needed to manage Petras’ emotions as much as his own? You vaguely wonder if Petras looked to Astarion as a role model. The other six spawn walk off slowly, exhausted but clearly relieved to be starting anew.

You turn to Astarion, who has just finished redonning his armor that Cazador had stripped him of. His gaze is glassy; you’ve seen this look before, sometimes even when you’re in bed together. He might as well be a million miles away. You gently touch his arm to bring him back to you. He jumps slightly, then a wan smile touches his lips, but not his eyes.

“That’s it. He’s gone. After all these years – these centuries – it’s really over.” He shuffles his feet, antsy and tired at the same time. You hesitate a moment, unsure of the best way to respond, but you finally settle on, “I’m proud of you. You did the right thing.” His smile isn’t free of bitterness.

“I’m glad you think so, because I’m not so sure.” His eyes flick up back to you, but that glassy look has returned. “I just feel numb. What I’ve lost, what I’ve gained – it’s all so much. And gods, all those spawn, free in the Underdark. I need some time, I think. Just to let it all sink in.” You reach out to touch his face comfortingly. Your heart sinks as he gently pushes your hand away, but it settles when he doesn’t let go of it.

“Let’s just go. This place reeks of death and I want to feel alive again.” He gives your fingers a small squeeze and then walks off ahead of your party, making his way down the long corridor into Cazador’s dungeon. Well, not Cazador’s anymore. You briefly wonder what’s going to happen to this place.

At the end of the hallway, you see the Gur standing there, too late to be even remotely useful. You struggle to keep a scowl off your face. You hate how they treated Astarion in your last encounter. You could be sympathetic of their pain, of course; they’ve lost so much to Astarion’s actions. But the fact that they offered no sympathy for him back, the fact that they could barely acknowledge that he was a victim himself? Absolutely despicable. 

Ulma stands at the head of the group, and her scowl matches yours. “You killed one vampire, but released seven thousand of his spawn? Have you lost all sense?”

“They were innocents. To kill them would have been an even greater crime.” Astarion couldn’t possibly sound more tired. You don’t blame him, these are the last people he wants to defend himself against right now.

“Some of those innocents are your fucking kids,” you grumble under your breath, hopefully not enough for Ulma to hear, but just enough for Astarion’s benefit. It’s clear that she couldn’t when she retorts, “And our children? What of their fate?”

“Cazador turned everyone we brought him into spawn. I can only assume your children are somewhere in those wretched cells. You’ll find them in the Underdark, although you may not like what you find.” The grief is plain in Ulma’s face, as well as the rest of the Gur. You feel a little more sympathy for them, but still no warmth.

“This is…” Ulma searches for the right word to capture the enormity of the situation, “difficult news.” She probably could’ve done better. “We will need to decide what this means.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Thank you for what you have done – slaying Cazador was a great justice. As for the rest… well, time will tell.” Astarion nods curtly, and you’re relieved to be able to push past them and leave.

You and your party finally trudge back to Elfsong Tavern to rest. The rest of your companions are eager to gossip about the day’s events, everyone having something to say. You shield Astarion from their nosiness and distract them while he bathes in the tub in the corner, washing away more than just the physical dirt. 

Later that evening as everyone else is beginning to tuck into bed, Astarion comes to you, finally ready to talk again. You can smell his signature fragrance, an earthy citrus with an undertone of spice, and it’s positively intoxicating. You’ve grown to really love that smell, and even the slightest whiff makes your head spin. For the first time maybe ever since you met, his eyes look… soft. Almost warm, even.

“I should probably start getting used to the shadows, again,” he muses with a light smile. “Who knows how long I have left in the sun?” Your heart drops. This had been your greatest fear, that he would feel resentful of the fact that you convinced him not to go through with the ritual, thereby committing him to an indefinite lifetime in the darkness. You know how much he’s grown to love the feeling of the sun on his skin. Not to mention how it makes his skin look, soft and kissable.

“Don’t say that,” you plead with him. “We could still find a way to control the tadpole.” He shakes his head, his freshly washed curls bouncing slightly.

“Maybe, but even if I could control it, it’s a dangerous game. I’d spend every day waiting for something to go wrong. For the tadpole to find a new trick, reassert itself, make me a slave again.” His eyes grow lighter, discovering the truth of what he’s saying as he says it. “Maybe never seeing the sun again is just the price of freedom.” You reach out and give his arm a reassuring squeeze, relishing the feel of his cool, toned arm beneath the warm linen. Even after all this time, being this close to him makes you a little lightheaded. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and neck, almost as though it’s aching to be drunk. 

“I’ll be with you either way,” you breathe softly. You can’t help but glance at his lips. “I hope you know that.”

“I think I do.” He sounds genuine, a bit of a rarity for him. Lest anyone believes Astarion to have a sincere bone in his body, he adds, “Assuming we survive, of course. Because a horrible death is always just around the corner with you.” You playfully shove his shoulder for teasing you. He laughs and gently pulls you in by your lower back and you feel the heat rising again. Your breath catches as his eyes rake over your body and face. He lingers on your lips for a moment before darting back up to your eyes.

“There’s… something I’d like to show you, if that’s alright? Something out in the city.” He cocks his head and looks at you with an almost impossible combination of bashfulness and lust. Being this close to him and breathing in his heady scent makes you dizzy. You manage to recover just enough to quip, “If you want to sneak off for a cuddle, you can just ask.” He lets you go and you feel a significant drop in your internal temperature.

“I’ll try to restrain myself if you do,” he says with a cheeky smile. He takes you gently by the hand and leads you out the Elfsong Tavern.

The graveyard is quiet, almost serene. Astarion walks forward towards a tombstone covered in ivy and, with something bordering on reverence, brushes the vines away to reveal the text engraved in the crumbling stone. 

Astarion Ancunin 1229 DR - 1268 DR

He wipes the dirt off his hands and steps back next to you to get a better view of the stone. You stand together in silence for a moment, as if in prayer.

“Nearly two hundred years and I never came back. Not since the night I woke up down there.” His gaze is overtaken by that glassy look, the one you recognize to be him reliving his trauma. “I had to punch a hole in the coffin and claw my way through six feet of dirt. Then when I finally broke the surface, retching up dirt and congealed blood, Cazador was waiting. From that day on I was his.” He sneers at the memory. Then he pauses, considering, “Until today.” 

He comes back to himself with a shake of his head, and his eyes return to this plane. He adds, as much to himself as to you, “Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.”

“And what do you want?” Your mouth is dry as you ask the question. You can hope for the answer, but you wouldn’t dare presume. He might need to figure that out on his own, and if that’s the case, you will respect that. 

He turns to face you, his red eyes full of more warmth than you’ve ever seen. Your heart leaps into your throat as he smiles and says, “You… I want you. 

“You were by my side through all of this. Through bloodlust and pain and misery. You were patient. You cared.” As he’s speaking your heart starts beating loudly, blood pumping through your arteries at an almost vulgar rate. You know he can tell, and he chuckles softly. Cupping his hand below your ear and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, he adds teasingly, “You trusted me when that was an objectively stupid thing to do.” He pulls you even closer and rests his forehead against yours. You could never get tired of this. As much as you love those moments filled with heat and lust, there’s something so tender about these intimate gestures that aren’t about sex. 

“I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don’t want to lose that.” You grasp at the back of his shirt, looking for purchase as you fall so much more deeply for him. Your voice is barely above a whisper as you breathe, “You won’t. Whatever comes next, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.”

You two stand there for what feels like both an eternity and a fraction of a second before he pulls away and looks at the grave again.

“Well. I should probably fix this.” He pulls a dagger from his belt with practiced fingers and kneels beside the stone, carving something into it. You kneel beside him and see that it now reads

Astarion Ancunin 1229 DR - 1268 DR 1492 DR -

His new life. For the first time in two hundred years, he can call it his own. You find yourself at a loss of what to do, or what to add, so you self-consciously pick up a nearby wildflower and gently place it at the base of his gravestone. He glances at you sideways and smirks, “Cute.” You both sit back on your heels to admire his work. He heaves a great sigh, letting go of centuries of tension and fear.

“I’ve been dead in the ground for long enough. It’s time to start living again.” He turns to you and takes your hands. “With everything life has to offer.” His voice has taken on that gravelly tone that sends a shiver up your spine. You don’t want to pressure him, of course, but your desire for his touch is getting harder to ignore. These gentle grazes, lovely though they’ve been, have set your skin aflame.

“Meaning…?”

His eyes glint mischievously and that familiar flirty lilt comes back to his voice. “If a night of passion is on offer, I could be persuaded.” Your body leans toward him instinctively, breath heavy in your chest. The words are out of your mouth before your brain catches up, “Sounds good to me.” He gets close to your face and you can feel his breath on your lips before he pulls away suddenly. He’s teasing you, and you know that he’s relishing in the satisfaction of it.

“You know,” he says with a feigned innocence, as though he doesn’t know the effect he has on you, “I didn’t care for you when we first met.” The sudden shift in tone knocks you back to reality, and you can’t help but laugh. He impishly glances up at you through his lashes.

“But I do now. Being with you is about more than lust or manipulating you into a tactical alliance.” He takes your hand, cheekiness gone, and looks you squarely in the eye with a rare earnestness. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.” You will never tire of hearing those words. He reaches behind your ear and tenderly pulls you closer to him, finally giving your lips the reprieve they’ve been so desperate for. It’s a soft kiss, gentle, yet it still makes you burn up inside. 

He pulls away far too soon, and you gaze back at him with starry eyes. His features is soft and smiley, but in an instant he raises on his knees so he’s towering over you and he takes on that stern expression that makes your temperature rise. He shoves you back onto your elbows before bending down to crawl up your torso hungrily. He kisses you again, this time with more intensity. He pins you down with the weight of his chest and then traps you further by nudging your leg up with his knee, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from you. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. And you most certainly don’t want to.

His body presses against yours and you curl your leg around him, pulling him tighter. An almost imperceptible grunt escapes his lips and you smile through your kiss. You can feel his smile in return and you lace your fingers into his silvery hair. He deepens the kiss, rolling his hips harder against you and your mouth opens involuntarily. He takes advantage of this momentary lapse and makes his way toward your neck, marking the trail with kisses. You seize up and your fingers tighten in his hair, encouraging him silently. But he needs more than that, and you know exactly how he’ll respond.

“Use your words,” he hums between kisses. You squirm beneath him, trying to sound even remotely dignified.

“You can,” you manage to gasp out as you try to suppress the moans that his lips are tearing from your throat. He flicks his tongue right over his usual puncture wounds and then gently trails it up the shell of your ear. You shiver with the intensity of it all.

“I can… what? I can’t know unless you tell me.” How the fuck does his voice stay this even? You can bearly even think straight, let alone string full sentences together. And yet he remains calm, nigh indifferent to the effect he’s having on you. But as cool as he is on the surface, you know how much he wants it. You both love the teasing, each night a challenge to see who can outlast the other. 

“You can bite me,” you breathe and he nips at your ear ever so lightly, causing you to choke out the last few words, “if you want.”

“If I want? But what do you want?” He emphasizes the pronouns in a singsongy tone, and even hearing “I” and “you” in the same sentence does it for you. He’s still grinding against you all while assaulting your neck with filthy kisses. You try to remember what words are.

“I want you,” you gasp, trying to keep your words legible, “to bite me.” You suck in sharply through your teeth as he hitches your leg up a little higher. He grabs both of your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head.

“Are you sure?” his tone is still infuriatingly innocent. He knows how much you want this, and you know what he wants in return. You’re not quite ready to give it to him yet. But gods how you wish he would break first tonight. Odds aren’t looking great as his free hand slips behind your lower back causing you to arch it off the ground slightly.

“Yes,” you groan in agony as his lips continues their heinous walk up and down your neck and collarbone. “Please, Astarion. I want you to.” He nips you again at the same time that he presses his thigh right at the apex between your legs. He tightens his grip on your wrists and whispers sharply in your ear.

“Beg for it.”

That’s it. You’ve lost. You cry out in a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. The words come tumbling out of you, unbidden and unburdened.

“Please, Astarion, bite me. Please please please. Bite me. I want to feel your fangs pierce my skin. I want to know the feeling of my blood inside you. Gods, please, I can’t take it any longer and if you don’t bite me soon I think I might-”

Thank the realms that he cuts you off in that moment, acquiescing to your begging, because you have no idea how you planned to finish that sentence. The sharp moment of pleasure as he sinks in, followed by the loveliness of feeling your blood flow into his mouth. It makes you feel slightly lightheaded, and the high it gives you is better than any you might hope to achieve on Elendren pipeweed. The gentle feeling of his tongue lapping at your neck contrasts beautifully with the sharp tension of him sucking the blood out of you. You can feel him starting to get lost in your neck, his grip on your wrists loosening. You use this moment of vulnerability in Astarion to get him back by arching your back even more to move your hips against his. You hear the sudden intake of breath through his nose and you smile to yourself smugly. He knows what you did and isn’t about to take it lying down, metaphorically speaking. 

Once he’s had his fill he draws away from your neck, lips stained red with your blood. He sits up again, one knee between your legs as he looks down on you. He tsks quietly as he shakes his head, drawling, “So naughty. What am I to do with you?” You prop yourself up on your elbows and return his gaze wickedly, your blood tickling your neck as it drips down toward your shoulder. He swipes at the drop with a long pale finger and lasciviously sucks your blood off his fingertip. Your smug grin is back, knowing how weak he is for you. 

His face drops into that stern expression again, but this time a devilish smile plays on his lips. He puts his hand on your chest gently, then takes a hard turn as he grabs you by the throat. Not enough to be painful, nor enough to constrict your breathing, but just enough for him to have control. He studies your face for a moment, admiring its beauty, before he yanks you upward commanding you to look him in the eye. He leans in for a forceful kiss as he keeps his hand tight beneath your jaw. You start to lose yourself in the kiss, melting into him, and he takes the opportunity to sharply push you away, his pointer lingering on your chin to show that he’s still in control of where you look. He lets you go and leans back confidently, enjoying how you’ve become extremely pliable in his hands.

He stands to loom over you for a second more, then reaches for your hand to pull you up. You’re completely under his power and couldn’t be more than happy to give him whatever he wants. You take his hand and he pulls it behind his back, pressing your chest into his. 

“You’d better be good for me,” he murmurs against your lips, once again denying the kiss you ache for. “We wouldn’t want to punish any bad behavior, now would we?” He caresses your face momentarily and then turns with your hand still in his and pulls you toward… somewhere. Honestly, you couldn’t care where. You love him, and you love this, and you’ll go wherever he leads. 

[l8rs-gat0rs]

Hi, I have an Eva request!

So she was giving reader her first "therapy" session and when asking what her biggest secret she's hiding is, reader is like "the fact i really wish you'd go down on me" 😫🙌🏽

Secret Thoughts

Pairing: Eva x bisexual!reader

ANOOOOOON. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST. I literally can't thank you enough holy shit. I hope you enjoy this :) also shout out to my fellow bisexuals (as well as all the other gays who happen to be attracted to women😌)

Warning(s): smut ofc, this is basically straight porn. y/n use.

Summary: During one of your sessions with Eva, you can't help but spill a secret you didn't think you would. Eva is thrilled to hear it and decides to fulfill your request.

Word count: 1.9k

~~~~~~18+ MINORS DNI~~~~~~

"Ah you came! Come sit down" Eva hugged you before moving to close the doors behind you.

You sat down on the chair that was facing Eva’s and you looked at her, nervous as she sat down.

She wasn't very far away if you were being honest, your leg bounced rapidly as you suppressed the thoughts coming through your head.

She watched you with her piercing blue eyes and a small smirk played at her lips, making you want to shrink into your chair but instead you glanced away, unable to keep eye contact.

"So" you cleared your throat.

"Is this like...therapy?" You asked, glancing back at her.

She let out a small chuckle before answering,

"No, think of this as a bonding experience for the two of us, which should be easy, considering how drawn I feel to you" her slightly hooded eyes seemed to drop down to your lips and you suddenly felt butterflies erupt in your stomach

"Alright, so here's how this is gonna work," Eva started as her eyes shot back up to yours, startling you.

"I'm going to snap, and every time I snap, you're going to say your name. Think of it as a grounding point. And we're going to keep building on that grounding point, so it can be strong. Like you." her eyes dropped to your hands and she brushed her fingertips along them.

you nodded doltishly and she pulled her hand, along with her body, away from yours.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the contact already.

Eva leaned back in her chair and snapped her fingers.

"What's your name?"

"y/n"

"So y/n, let's start with something simple, why are you here with us?" Eva asked with a low voice.

"As embarrassing as it is, you found me crying on the sidewalk after my boyfriend broke up with me and kicked me out," you said sheepishly.

Her smile slightly faded at the mention of your ex-boyfriend.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Why did he break up with you?"

"Well, he said there was 'someone else'." You did air quotes.

Eva's frown deepened before she went back to a neutral expression and snapped her fingers.

"Name"

"Y/n"

"Have you ever been with anyone other than your ex?"

Curiosity glistened in Eva's eyes as she waited for you to respond.

"Mmm, yeah, there was a girl," you started, watching Eva's face for any reactions.

A smile pulled at her lips and you felt your insides melt.

"We dated for a while but it didn't end up working out, even so, our relationship was better than Derrick and me. I'm thinking of going full lesbian after him." You stated truthfully.

Her eyebrows raised at your confession and she unfolded her hands, bringing her chair a bit forward and closer to you so your knees were almost touching.

You suddenly felt very aware, and you sat up as she settled in her chair, watching-

-No,

Analyzing- you.

You felt your breath Hitch as her eyes slowly seemed to be undressing you.

When her eyes met yours once again, you clenched your jaw, trying to keep your mouth from saying anything crazy, but the weird thing was, you felt like telling Eva everything for some reason.

You were jerked from your thoughts when you heard a snap.

"Name."

Eva's voice was now seemingly lower and a bit husky.

Fire burned through your veins as you opened your mouth to answer her prompt.

"Y/n"

Eva leaned in towards you, you felt yourself slightly go forward as well.

"What's your biggest secret?" She looked at you through hooded eyes, darting between both of yours before they settled on your lips.

She licked her own lips before letting her teeth drag against her lower lip.

It felt like she was torturing you.

The smell of her perfume seemed to surround you and occlude all of your senses, causing your thoughts to be surrounded by haze.

You felt hypnotized by her.

"My biggest secret is I want you to go down on me so bad right now" you breathed out.

Your eyes widened at your own words as soon as they left your mouth. Eva smirked.

"Yeah?" She simply asked.

You felt a jolt in your stomach, you couldn't even explain the hold this woman had over you if you tried.

"Yeah" you simply stated.

"Well, why didn't you tell me baby?" She said, chuckling lowly, her eyes dropped down to her hand as she ran it up your thigh slowly.

You stared at her with your mouth hanging open and her eyes met yours once again.

"Answer me."

"I-I don't know" you said, your chest starting to rise and fall quicker as she used her other hand to slip up your shirt.

"Well I'm glad it's not a secret anymore" she leaned in closer and ghosted her lips over yours

"Eva" you whined.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked.

"Yes"

"I've been wanting to hear my name come from your pretty little lips like that since the day I first saw you" she said huskily.

You moaned before smashing your lips into hers.

You felt her hand slip under your bra as she ran her thumb over your hardened nipple.

You moaned into her mouth causing her to chuckle darkly.

"God you're so sexy" you groaned "I want you so bad" and she captured your lips in another heated kiss.

She pulled away from the kiss, taking her hand out from under your shirt before resting her forehead against yours as the two of you panted heavily.

You were surprised as she got up and pushed her chair back. She sat down on her knees, looking up at you.

You could cum at the sight alone.

She spread your legs open and slotted herself in between them, you felt your heart speed up.

She bit her lip and hooked her finger in the waistband of your loose sweatpants.

You lifted your hips up to let her remove them, almost moaning at the sight of how hungry she looked staring at your soaked lace underwear.

"God look at you, so wet for me already that you've ruined your panties" she moaned, licking her lips.

You spread your legs wider, your back slightly arched in the chair as you moaned for her desperately.

"Eva please, I need you" you gasped.

"You're so good for me, keep moaning my name like that" Eva groaned, bending down between your legs.

She pressed her tongue against your clothed center causing pleasure to explode low in your stomach.

Your hand shot into her hair and you grabbed it, pushing her tongue harder against you.

You felt her laugh, which vibrated through your body, causing you to shiver.

She wrapped her mouth around your clit through the thin lace and you moaned loudly as she sucked on it.

"Eva, please holy shit, take them off" you moaned feverishly.

"So impatient angel" she chuckled as she hooked her delicate fingers in the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down when you lifted your hips.

Eva reveled in the sight before her, licking her lips and groaning.

She pulled your hips forward and then held your thighs open as she went back in between your legs to taste you fully this time.

Your jaw dropped open as soon as her tongue made contact and you felt her moan vibrate through your whole body.

She licked your slit up to your clit before pulling back.

You felt your stomach burn with fire as you watched her sit back onto her knees, her hands still on your thighs.

Eva's eyes were closed as she took in the taste of you.

When she opened them her dark blue eyes looked up at you causing you to let out a whine.

"God, you taste so good baby" Eva groaned, licking her lips.

You moaned loudly, bucking your hips towards her.

"Don't worry angel, I haven't had of you enough yet" she smirked before moving in between my thighs again.

You let out a languid moan feeling your walls clench, pumping out more wetness that Eva happily lapped up with a flat tongue against your core.

Your hand made its way into her hair once again as she stuck her tongue inside you.

"Holy fucking shit" you moaned out, chest heaving as Eva ate you out like she was starving.

She moaned into your core as she felt your walls clench.

The room was filled with obscene wet noises harmonizing with both of your moans.

You bucked your hips into her face when her nose brushed against your clit.

As you peeled your eyes away from Eva in between your legs you noticed her hand moving slightly.

"Oh- my God, Eva are you touching yourself?" Her eyes opened as she looked up at you, but didn't stop the rapid movements of her tongue against you.

You saw her hand speed up as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, you're fingering yourself" you gasped out.

Her eyes closed again as she let out a moan against you causing your stomach to tighten as you shuddered.

"Fuck you're so hot" you panted rapidly "I think I'm gonna cum."

She took her mouth away from your soaked center and looked up at you, her lips and nose glistening with your wetness. It was a filthy sight.

"I'm gonna cum too" she moved her hand inside her pants at a now, medium pace.

Before you could say anything, she took her hand out of her pants, her wetness still coating her fingers, she pushed them inside you and separated them, causing you to feel a wonderful stretch.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck" you groaned as Eva watched your core, your walls squeezing her fingers.

She snaked her other hand into her pants once again.

Her eyes met yours and she started pushing her fingers inside you at the same pace as hers.

"Don't cum until I say so" she moaned breathily.

"Yes" you choked out.

She added a third finger inside of you and your chest tightened once again, waves of pleasure taking over your body.

"Eva" you moaned out her name, signaling your release was close.

"Come on baby, hold it in, I'm almost there" she husked out.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you gripped onto the back of the chair, throwing your head back as you moaned loudly.

She was knuckles deep in you, thrusting her fingers faster, and the feeling was sending you to heaven.

"Alright, you can cum for me angel" Eva groaned.

You arched off the seat and your eyes rolled back as your legs shook with the power of your orgasm.

Eva let out a languid moan, reaching her climax at the same time.

She took her fingers out of both of you before watching your cum spill out causing her to let out an almost pornographic moan.

She sat back on her legs as she huffed, catching her breath and waiting for you to come down as well.

"So, how do you feel?" She breathed out as you looked back down at her.

"What do you mean? I feel so good, that was amazing" your eyes widened.

She giggled a little before elaborating.

"No silly, I mean do you feel connected to me now that we've cum together?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Ohhhh!" You nodded,

"Yeah I guess I do"  almost losing your train of thought as you watched her stick the fingers that were just inside you, into her mouth.

She removed them with an audible pop.

"How about we revisit this thought next session?" She smirked up at you.

[jammingjaem]

dream store

13. my broken melodies

PAIRING | lee haechan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

y/n heard footsteps coming up to her, so she closed her eyes and took an internal deep breath before sighing. she opened her eyes, looking away from her phone and looking up to see lee haechan standing there with two cups of coffee from tiffin. the nct member gave her a hopeful smile as he watches her stand up and she met his gaze, her expression a mix of disappointment and frustration.

“do you hate me?” she blurted out, her voice tinged with hurt. “i trusted you with my dilemma. why would you betray me?”

haechan’s smile faltered at her question, his own guilt evident in his expression. “can you get your coffee first?” he tried to lighten the mood, but y/n wasn’t having it. she snatched the cup from his hand and thrust his journal at him.

“i’m giving you five minutes to talk and apologize, lee donghyuck,” she stated firmly.

haechan’s shoulders slumped as he took the journal, his gaze dropping to the ground momentarily before meeting hers again. “i... i was going to tell you in the beginning that i did read your diary,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “but you looked so happy seeing it clean, untouched, and i didn’t want to wipe that smile off your face. and then you asked if we could hang out...”

y/n’s frown deepened at his explanation. “you could’ve told me the truth then and there, haechan,” she said softly. “i would’ve let you read my diary more if you just told me.” she shook her head, struggling to understand his actions. “but you started to write about my diary entries? why?”

haechan took a deep breath, steeling himself to explain. “when you told me about how you don’t have a passion for music anymore and how you’re not happy, i wanted to change that,” he began earnestly. “and i realized that using your experiences could help you get back into songwriting. y/n, you’re an amazing writer and an amazing performer. i just... i don’t know what came over me.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i wanted to surprise you and show you how talented you are from what you’ve written about.”

y/n’s anger began to melt away, replaced by a mix of confusion and gratitude. she hadn’t expected this explanation, nor had she anticipated the depth of haechan's intentions. “i appreciate the sentiment,” she admitted, her tone softer now. “but next time, just talk to me, okay? no secrets. we’re friends, for crying out loud.”

“will you forgive me?” haechan’s voice was filled with desperation as he looked into y/n’s eyes, pleading for absolution.

she sighed, feeling torn between her anger and her understanding of his motives. “i don’t think i can right now," she replied softly. haechan smiled softly at her, “but please, just let nct dream work with you again?” his earnestness tugged at her heartstrings. “i’ll stay away from you, i’ll let the others take over the song— your song.”

“it’s not my song if you’re the one writing it. it’s not fair to you,” y/n mumbled, her gaze fixed on the ground.

haechan chuckled half-heartedly, acknowledging her words. “it’s not fair to you that i used your diary entries,” he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse. they stopped walking in front of a convenience store, the weight of their conversation hanging heavy between them. “i have the melody written down and everything—but things are missing. and i realized that i need you to finish it.” haechan pipes up, looking over to her.

“i can’t finish it if my songwriting brain is broken,” y/n lightly joked, attempting to ease the tension. “with my songwriting and your lyrics and melody... it will be—broken melodies.”

haechan’s eyes lit up with inspiration, and he moved to sit with her at an empty table in front of the store, pulling out his journal. “that’s it,” he murmured, flipping through the pages. “that’ll be the title of our song.”

“my broken melodies joke?” y/n questioned, raising an eyebrow.

he nodded eagerly, a smile spreading across his face. “broken melodies.” the words sounded perfect to him, encapsulating their shared journey of struggles and redemption.

as they sat together, the weight of their misunderstanding began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of collaboration and understanding.

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[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: To build a home. 2888 words.

1986

When the temperature dropped and a near-constant fog hung low over Hawkins, you were glad, being more of a winter witch than summer. You stood on the peak of a hillside and looked over the vast plains surrounding the town. The mist made everything look ghostly and romantic.

The land had been returned to the descendants of the original Native American peoples who once lived there, but with no immediate plans to reoccupy the space, your new coven had been granted permission to make home on the condition you would oversee its protection.

For the moment, you were alone on the hill. Eddie was hiding from solar rays in the trailer, listening to the radio and writing in a journal he had recently started.

There was a lot to do before your sisters arrived and you wanted it all done by then. You wanted everything to be perfect. The first dwelling of a new coven would set the tone for centuries to come. It was time to build.

The advantages of being magically blessed were many, but you’d always thought enchanted seeds had to be right up there in the top ten. You’d had seven seeds soaking in seven jars over the past seven days.

You’d lined them up and filled them to halfway with moon water. In went a seed each, apple slices, and petals. In Ash’s jar went dahlia petals, while Hailey’s had peonies. Purple mums for Meg. Foxglove for Ev. Mel’s had snapdragons and lucky last, Kelsey’s was filled with delphinium.

Now, you’d fished each seed out and planted it where their cabins, cottages, and homes were to be.

“I plant these seeds,

Where homes will grow,

By moonlight

And good intentions.

In this time,

And in this place,

A coven new

Offers protection.”

You laid on the grass in the shade of an old sycamore tree. Closing your eyes, you let yourself melt into the natural world. Bones became tree roots. Blood swapped for mud. Total harmony. Infinite peace.

The air grew cooler and the shade expanded outwards. Darkness enveloped you and your body slowed as if you were in your final resting place. That’s how he found you; not asleep but not awake.

Eddie surveyed your work. The seeds had already sprouted, grew, and bloomed. Magical in their speed. He picked one of the snapdragon flowers and squeezed the base, like you’d shown him. It opened the flower’s mouth, a tiny floral puppet. Eddie smiled to himself.

You felt their heartbeats before you saw Eddie. Sitting up, you watched the deer and her fawn meander in from the forest. She’d looked at you, poised in question. What is he? Is he safe? Given a witch’s blessing, she let her baby approach Eddie.

He too had heard their heartbeats. Eddie had remained where he was, mindful not to scare them. When the fawn appeared at his feet, he slowly opened his hand to the animal and let it eat the snapdragon from his palm.

“You would know if it was poison, right?” he asked in a quiet voice. The fawn looked up at him, long eyelashes and soft whiskers.

Eddie turned to find you standing close behind him. You were getting very good at sneaking up on him.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Making friends?”

Eddie nodded.

“Feeding my flowers to them?”

There was an overwhelming feeling that the moment was beautifully preordained – and really, knowing fate, it probably was.

Eddie turned back to the flowers. “I thought you said they would grow into homes?”

“They will. They just need some time alone with the moon… Shall we?” You held your hand out to Eddie.

…

While you appreciated Walmart’s late night hours, their range of Halloween costumes was less than ideal. You stared at the row of wigs for a while before drifting away in search of decorations. October was a good time to find homewares you’d use all year round.

You were shaking a snow globe filled with little black bats when Eddie appeared in front of you, holding up a vampire costume. “It comes with plastic teeth,” he pointed out. “And a cape,”

You snorted. “Is that your pick? Because generic vampire would be very meta of you.”

He smiled but shook his head. “I don’t think this would put the humans at ease,”

“Probably not. So… something more friendly?”

“Yes. More… normal,” he said in a way that made ‘normal’ sound taboo. Eddie’s gaze wandered from you over to the back corner of the store. He handed you the vampire costume then walked away without further explanation.

You frowned, watching him go. Looking down at the costume in your hands, an idea sprung to mind. The red cape. You returned to the wigs.

A little later, Eddie was waiting for you when you came out of the fitting room with a white dress. You glanced at the jeans and long-sleeved blue polo top he was holding.

“I need a cat,” he told you seriously. “The children in the toy aisle are…”

“You’re afraid of them?”

“No. I’m afraid I’ll eat them. Come. Restrain me if you must,” he announced dramatically, loudly. The Walmart employee at the fitting room door gave you a concerned look as Eddie grabbed your hand and dragged you away.

Both your endeavours were successful; Eddie found the necessary prop in the plush toy bin, and you raided the craft section. With a few other odds and ends in the basket, you were ready to head home, arriving at Forest Hills just before midnight.

Eddie carried the shopping inside, leaving you to unpack and get started on your project while he brewed tea for you. He had been practicing with flavour combinations and brewing times, constantly requesting feedback since he himself could not drink the tea without immediately throwing it back up. The best he could do was let it linger on his tongue and capture the taste in the few seconds before his dead mouth killed it.

“You should sleep soon,” he insisted, albeit softly.

You took the mug of tea he held out and smiled at him. “I will. I just want to organise this stuff,”

“Why are you making it? Could you not cast some sort of illusion spell? Or magically will all the pieces into the shapes you want?”

“I could. But where’s the Halloween spirit in that?”

Eddie nodded and began to go through his costume pieces. “Could you possibly spare a spell for a pair of my boots? They need to be brown, I believe,”

“Didn’t want to just buy some brown boots?”

His frown was bordering on pout. “I’d never wear them again.”

You laughed.  Eddie had been developing his own sense of style. If style was beat-up combat boots and a ratty denim jacket he probably stole from someone in the city. Consistently though, he wore a lot of black.

“I’ll work on it,” you agreed with a nod.

An hour later, when you kept pausing mid-sentence to yawn, Eddie whisked you off to bed, tucking you in and wishing you sweet dreams.

“You going to sleep too?” you asked, meaning ‘do you need the bat spell?’

“No, my love. I’m hungry,”

“Walmart kids wet your appetite?”

He chuckled, always amused when you made dark jokes. He kissed your forehead and watched you fall asleep, then left Hawkins in search of violence.

…

The next day, Eddie waited for the last of the light to leave the porch before he stirred. He’d spent hours curled up in one of the many nests you’d built for him around the trailer. The nest on the porch was as soft as his fur and perfectly positioned so he could sleep in the sun all day.

When night fell, cool and calm, he flew inside and found you in the bath. You said the words with your eyes closed, letting a human-shaped Eddie settle on the tiles.

“You’ve been gone for hours,”

“I was just outside. These may be the last fine days we see this year,”

“My baby sunshine bat,” you cooed with a smile, waking yourself up to look at him.

You had woken that morning to Eddie curled around you, satiated and happy. He asked to be battified, then disappeared outside. You’d spent the day working on your costume.

Eddie rested his chin on the edge of the bath, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body. “I miss you when I’m not near you,” he said suddenly.

“I thought you were just outside,”

“I was. Even then. Even sleeping. It’s too far.”

You held a hand up for him to take. Tangled fingers. A warm pulse against cold skin.

“Maybe we should stitch our bodies together,” you whispered.

Eddie’s lips curled into a devilish grin. “I could just bite down and never let you go,”

“I could cut you up into itty bitty pieces and consume you entirely,”

“You’re starting something you cannot finish,” Eddie warned, his eyes growing dark. He untangled one of your fingers and held it between his teeth.

“I’d let you eat me whole.”

Eddie dropped your hand abruptly, pulled you from the lukewarm bathwater, and had you wrapped around him like a koala before you even registered movement.

“I will reach my hand into my throat and tear down until I find what is left of my unbeating heart. I will serve it to you and you will feast and we will become one.” His voice was earnest and emphatic.

Teeth clenched, you smashed your forehead to his and pulled hard on his hair. Maybe you said what you needed him to do out loud, maybe he read your mind. Either way, you were facedown on a mattress within a second, Eddie’s teeth and tongue scraping and licking up the backs of your legs.

“I…” he started.

“Want…”

Words separated by kisses.

“To…”

By bites.

“Eat…”

Like a recited spell.

“All…”

Well timed magic.

“The…”

He was at your hips.

“Love…”

Pushing beneath you.

“Out of you.”

…

Little witch…

Little witch…

His voice was in your head.

In your dreams.

Then, real.

“Little witch, my love? You wanted to check on your flower houses before the night is through,” Eddie said. He was right. That had been the plan. But the sun had set, he’d taken you to bed, and you’d lost hours with him. When did you fall asleep?

Slowly, you crawled from bed and checked the time. Midnight had only just left you. Heavy, sluggish movements. Weighed down by an unscheduled nap. You flopped back onto the bed.

“Do you need help?” Eddie asked as he came to stand in front of you.

Pouting, you nodded.

You watched him collect fresh clothes, ruminating over what he wanted to see you in. Eddie pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed, hooking underwear on and sliding them up. Still foggy with sleep, you felt like you were still rolling through a dreamscape. Eddie worked slowly. Sensually. With tenderness. It almost brought you to tears.

With your shoes laced up, there was no reason left to delay. You twinkled your fingers at Eddie, asking to be lifted off the bed. He acquiesced, leading you out of the bedroom and through the trailer.

On the car ride to the new coven, with your Moody Midnight mix tape playing loud, you watched Eddie out of the corner of your eye. He wound down the window and glided his hand through the fall wind.

As the flowerbeds came into view, Eddie’s mouth dropped open and an expression of pure delight lit up his face. He was out of the car before you cut the engine.

The seedlings had gone. In their places, beautiful buildings set apart from each other with enough space to grow gardens and vegetable patches, yet close enough to wave through windows.

Kelsey’s cottage was the first on the street, a warm welcome with shutters the shade of delphinium blue. It seemed small, unassuming, but you knew as soon as she moved in, she would charm it so it grew bigger and bigger on the inside, never changing on the outside. Eventually, as the coven embraced new members, Kelsey would take on housemates, her little cabin becoming the heart of the sisterhood.

Across from the cottage were Ash and Hailey’s cute tiny homes, their dahlia and peonies growing strong out front already. Down the way sat Ev’s Victorian style house. It was grand and gothic, and undoubtedly filled with secret nooks and spaces that Ev would hide all sorts of weird things in. Both Meg and Mel had dwellings on the far side of the field. Meg’s thatched roof a bright purple, and Mel’s garden already sprouting with plants she could feed her turtle.

“This is… It feels…” Eddie didn’t know what to say. Truthfully, he couldn’t believe this type of magic was allowed. It seemed too immense, too obvious.

“I know,” you told him. “We don’t always build like this. But I want them to feel at home, you know? I want this all to feel… right.”

Eddie nodded, finally stopping his awestruck pacing, and focussing on you. “They will love it,” he assured you. “I love it… It’s…” Still, not a single adjective would form. He looked over the buildings again. “Wait… There is not… You have not grown a home for yourself?”

“For us,” you corrected.

“For us… Please don’t tell me you intend on dragging that trailer across town?” Eddie joked. Half joked. There was clear apprehension in his tone. A little fear in his eyes.

You laughed. “No. I don’t intend on doing that… It’s just, you know, we haven’t talked about what kind of home we want.”

He couldn’t maintain eye contact, turned back to the houses, watching them as if they were going to continue to grow. They wouldn’t, of course. Not with an audience.

You let Eddie ponder while you walked the perimeter of the field. The land the coven would care for extended far beyond the little neighbourhood you’d grown from petals, but the air was already crackling with magic. Out in the forest over the hill, a family of red foxes were jumping and playing. Bats swooped through the sky and fireflies carved patterns through the dark.

Eddie sat on the doorstep of Ev’s Victorian. He listened to your heartbeat. How, when other living things came close to you, their breathing synced to yours. Leaves twisted in your direction like you were the sun. The center of everything. Definitely his.

You were almost out of his eyeline, crouched down scratching the belly of a fox cub, when you went still. For a moment Eddie thought you’d sensed or seen danger, but quickly you were up and turned to him. “You do want a home, right?”

In an instant, he was in front of you, the breadth of the field nothing to him. “Why would you ask that?”

“Because. Like I said. We’ve never talked about it.”

Eddie’s brows pulled together and his expression so sharp it could have been mistaken as anger, rather than the abject confusion it was. “Everything I have ever said has been about you. Loving you. Getting this far,”

“Yes. Yeah. But logistically… Vampires are nomadic. And all the time taken from you. You don’t want to see how the world has changed?”

The foxes had gone, unnerved by the thing that wasn’t human or witch. The breeze had settled, the trees providing a windbreak. Eddie saw through your line of questioning, tracing it back to the niggle of anxious thought settling in your brain. His face softened, then the beginning of his trademark smirk.

Eddie threw himself onto his knees at your feet, twisting his hands in the layers of your long, black skirt. “I am bound to you. Where you are, is where I am.”

You couldn’t help but grin. His dramatics wouldn’t distract you though. Dropping to your knees you looked at him seriously. He laughed.

“Eddie. You have been trapped in Hawkins for a hundred years. I’m not going to be the next witch to keep you here,”

“You want to know what I desire, in the deep, dark, catacombs of my soul?”

It was rhetorical, but you nodded.

“What do you picture me having done between 1586 and… well, you? 250 years of stillness? No, my love. I have seen the world. I know what is out there. It may have changed, but it will change again and again. I don’t want the world. I want you. I want to know you when you’re happy. I want to see you build this coven. Grow plants. Heal human ailment and cast witch magic…” Eddie tipped his head to the side a little, cocky as ever. “Logistically we should consider blackout blinds and room for books, not international travel.”

You wore that glazed-over look, drunk on the articulation of Eddie’s love. “You want a library?” you asked, voice coming out in a dumb whisper. Eddie nodded. “Me too. Maybe two… One for fiction and one for non-fiction,”

“Maybe three. Fiction. Non-fiction. Then, one for grimoires and other craft books.”

The foxes watched on from burrow doors. They still didn’t know what he was, but as long as he was with you, they’d leave him be.

End Note: Thank you to @jo-harrington for, well, the cannibalism.

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[tinfairies]

Well first of all I hope you are having a good day/night and secondly what do you think of yandere's reaction Aegon* Aemond* Daemon* (separated) let's pretend that his wife (reader) noticed his unhealthy tendencies and decided escape from them to another kingdom and they search for her a year passes and they finally find her and see that she has a baby with white hair and violet eyes (obviously her son) because she ran away when she was pregnant. sorry if this is too long :( but i wanted to make it as understandable as possible :) i love your writing it's fantastic. take care of yourself.

When you first married Aemond, you had just thought he was an overprotective husband. You didn't mind, you thought it was endearing how devoted he was to you.

Soon as the months went by, you noticed your freedoms being taken. You could no longer go to the gardens alone, or the library. It came to the point where you couldn't even see Helaena without permission.

You knew you had to get out.

When Aemond was called for a political meeting in Oldtown, you knew it was your time to strike.

Late at night, after he had been gone for hours, halfway to Oldtown you assumed. You opened the windows to your room. Looking down at the ground below.

You swallowed hard, and began climbing down the trellis. Your feet hit the ground, you were nearly free.

You pulled your hood over your head, and made your way out of the Keep, through King's Landing, and onto a boat bound for Pentos.

Aemond received a letter from a raven the next morning. His wife was nowhere to be found. He immediately made his way back to the Keep.

He practically turned the city on its head looking for her. Thousands of people were questioned, and yet no one had an answer for him.

Soon news of an actress that had just given birth to a strange child floated across the sea.

Aemond was never one for gossip, but when he heard the child had silver hair and violet eyes, he immediately boarded a boat.

Tearing through Pentos he had finally found you. Living in a caravan with carnies, actors and fortune tellers.

He was pissed, but he melted as soon as he saw the baby. Aemond dropped to his knees before you.

"Please my love. Come back to me."

Aegon was a difficult husband, he tried to care but it was hard for him. He was always spending nights in brothels and other women's beds.

He never changed his lifestyle after marriage. But you were expected to be a doting wife.

He had eyes on you at all times, sure you had everything you could ever want. Except a door. He kept you in his chambers at all hours of the day, guards placed in front of the door.

He would take you out when he wanted to flaunt you, but then put you back in your cage when he was done.

You had come up with a plan to gain your freedom. Subtly asking for different herbs throughout the week.

You slowly made a tea that would put someone to sleep. You knocked on the door, and the guard opened it. He looked at you curiously.

"The maid brought two cups of tea but Aegon is not here. Would you want the extra cup?"

The guard kindly accepted. Minutes later you heard the clatter of armor in the hall.

Wrapped in a cloak you stepped into the hallway. You carefully made your way out of the castle, and fled north.

You found a home in Winterfell as a maid. It wasn't as luxurious as the Red Keep. But you could breath.

Nearly a year later, you bore a son. Silver hair and purple eyes, just like his father.

The other servants at Winterfell whispered rumors and they circled their way back to King's Landing.

The queen had gone missing a year before, and now a maid has given birth to a child that resembles a Targaryen.

Aegon sent nearly a whole army to retrieve this maid with the odd child. The lords of Winterfell handed you over easily, not wanting conflict.

You were soon brought to the steps of the Iron Throne, clutching your son to your chest.

"Who are you to keep me from my heir?"

Daemon was always possesive, even before marriage. He was always by your side. You didn't mind, you loved the attention the handsome man gave you.

But now, months into the marriage, it was tiring. You wanted time to yourself, to walk around Dragonstone without Daemon or his guards.

You had always heard of the three feral dragons that lived near the castle. All three were mean, vicious beasts.

But maybe they could be your escape.

One night, you had managed to sneak out of your and Daemon's bed. You pattered quietly through the halls, careful to not be seen.

Making your way to the forest behind the castle. You were on edge, the dragons could be anywhere in this great wood.

Luckily for you, as you traversed through the trees, Sheepstealer spotted you. The great dragon placed itself in front of you threateningly.

It took everything within you to not scream.

The dragon studied you, and moved closer. He sniffed your belly and made a purring sound. The dragon then leaned down, in a submissive way.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you got closer the feral dragon. He grumbles when you touched him, but didn't move.

You slowly climbed on top of his back. The dragon shifted, never having had a rider.

"Take me away from here."

Sheepstealer obeyed, the dragon flew you to Dorne. You manged to find a shack in a small village, trading shelter for work.

You expected the dragon to leave you, but Sheepstealer stayed by your side. The people of the village were absolutely terrified, but the creature never ate anything but sheep. He could stay they supposed.

Daemon searched high and low for you all across Westeros and even into Essos, it did not slip his mind that he had not seen Sheepstealer stalking the woods after your disappearance.

Soon rumors of a lady with a dragon, and a Targaryen son made their way across the Sea of Dorne.

Daemon immediately knew, of course that's how you were able to mount Sheepstealer.

He made his way to Dorne, tracking down from city to village. He soon found you, sitting at the edge of a creek. Sheepstealer was curled around your body as you nursed your son.

The dragon growled as he saw Daemon approach. Your husband immediately knelt before you.

"My love, please come home to me."

[btsficsandsuch]

Just An Old Leather Wallet

You can’t understand why your boyfriend is so upset about loosing his wallet. The reason behind why will melt your heart.

At 2am you were woken up by someone frantically banging on your door. You grabbed your robe and when you finally opened it up you were met with your boyfriend Taehyung. He looked disheveled. His hair was a mess, his shirt that had been neatly tucked in during dinner was now untucked at the hip, and he was sweating and out of breath like he had just ran a marathon. He looked nothing like the calm relaxed Taehyung you had kissed goodnight in this very spot four hours ago.

“Tae what is going on?”, you finally spoke. He stepped inside your apartment, “Did I leave my wallet here? I had it earlier but now I can’t find it.” You shook your head and that’s when the tears started falling down his cheeks, “I’ve looked everywhere Y/N.” You knew how annoying loosing your wallet could be but you didn’t think it was any reason to cry and be this upset about.

You reached over to hug the distraught man, “It’s okay Tae. We can call and cancel your credit cards and you never carry that much cash with you. I’m sure everything else could be replaced. It was just an old leather wallet.”He shook his head, “No you don’t understand. I need to find that wallet.” The poor boy was now sitting on your couch with his head in his hands and sobbing. You were very confused as to why this was such a big deal but obviously to him it was so you were going to help. You gently rubbed his shoulders, “It’s gonna be okay Tae. Let me get dressed and we can retrace our steps. We’ll find it.” He nodded and you walked off to get ready.

Once outside the cold air hit you. The temperature had dropped since the last time you were out. The two of you started at the dorm checking both inside and out but no luck. You made your way over to the restaurant where you ate dinner that night. They told you that no one had turned in any wallets but let you check the booth you sat in earlier anyways to make sure. You both moved onto the cafe where you had stopped for dessert but nothing. Taehyung was starting to get upset again, “It’s hopeless Y/N. Someone probably picked it up already.” You rubbed his back trying to comfort him, “It’s okay. Let’s just go home where it’s warm. I’ll buy you a new wallet tomorrow.” He moved your hand off of him, “No you don’t understand, I don’t need a new wallet. I have a drawer full of them at home. I need the wallet I had earlier.”

You still didn’t understand what the big deal was but either way you didn’t like seeing him so upset. You grabbed his hand and started pulling him with you, “Come on. We did go sit at the park for a while after the cafe. Maybe it’s there.” He nodded and walked along with you.

Once at the park the two of you walked hand in hand along the same route you did during your date. You came up to a bench looking out over the lake. The two of you had sat on this bench earlier while watching a few kids throw food for some ducks. The atmosphere wasn’t as happy as it was earlier though. It felt sad. You looked over at Taehyung and he looked absolutely devastated. You didn’t really know how to cheer him up at this point.

You were about to question him as to why this wallet was so important when you heard him sniffle again so you just grabbed his hand and decided to just sit and be there for him instead. You were looking around taking in the scenery of the park when something on the ground next to the bench you were currently sitting on caught your eye.

You released Taehyung’s hand so you could pick it up. You started to smile as you instantly recognized it. There in your hands was the reason you had been walking all over Seoul at 2am in the freezing cold. A brown leather wallet, tattered and worn. You had given the wallet to Taehyung as a gift for your first Christmas together five years ago. You placed the item in your boyfriends hands and watched the smile light up his face.

He started kissing you repeatedly, “Omg Y/N you found it! I can’t believe it. I thought it was lost forever.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, “We’re you really so upset just because I gave you this wallet?” He shyly smiled while rummaging through the wallet, “That’s part of it, but I was mostly upset that I had lost this.” He held up a small piece of paper and gently unfolded it. He handed it over to you and as you read it over your eyes started to form tears. Taehyung rubbed your back and laughed, “Boy we’re just both a couples of messes today aren’t we?” You met his laughter with your own.

“I can’t believe you were so upset over loosing this. I’m shocked you even still have it.”, you said handing the paper back over. Taehyung smiled, “It’s the first letter you ever wrote to me. The one where you confessed that you had feelings for me which then gave me the courage to confess to you and ask you out. I keep it with me at all times and I read it whenever I’m away from you or when I get sad.”

You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Well I’m glad we found it then. Let’s go home and get warmed up.” The two of you began making your back to your apartment hand in hand, but not before making sure the wallet and all it’s precious belongings were safely contained in the top left pocket of your boyfriends winter coat.

[spiriteddreams]

the losing game

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader Warnings: slight angst, hurt/comfort Word Count: ~1k A/N: gojo deserves the world and so many hugs

gojo satoru is used to losing. losing friends, losing family, just losing again and again. this word, he thinks, is such a silly thing. “loss” is too familiar too him, a companion that constantly lingers next to him, snatching away those who are closest to him. he watches as they’re ripped away right in front of his eyes, with outstretched hands and apologies on dying lips. he tries to lunge forward but his feet stay glued to the ground, heart pounding in his chest, throat raw from screaming because he can’t do anything.

he’s become too afraid to open up and to let friends back in. instead he builds up his walls, uses his blindfold as an excuse to turn a blind eye even when he can see all. he’s had years of practice to paint his signature smile on his face, so bright, so misleading, so easy to misunderstand and think that he’s content living oh so carefree. it’s only when he’s alone that he lets that smile drop. he finds himself lingering in the empty hallways of tokyo jujutsu tech, feet dragging against the floors before he sinks into one of three chairs that stares up at a blank chalkboard. his feet find their way to the desk and he tips the chair back slightly, teetering on the edge as he stares at the setting sun.

would things be different? he thinks to himself, would they be different if geto had never left jujutsu tech?

gojo shakes his head and sighs. the chair tips forward, slamming down and he kicks his feet off the table so he can sit in the chair as if he were still a first year student, fresh out of the gojo clan house, cocky and eager to learn about sorcery. his cloth blindfold is clenched in his hands and he wants to tear it in two, throw it away, throw it all away and forget that he’d been born into this world where every sorcerer and curse, quite literally, looked up to him. all because he was born with the blessing and curse of the six eyes.

“thought i might find you here, are you okay?” your voice startles him, his body jolting up straight as if he was just caught falling asleep in class. funnily enough, he’s in the same room he used to spend all his time studying in when he was still a student. you smile at his actions, but don’t laugh, as if you can feel his upset mood simmering off of him. 

gojo tries to grin at him, leaning back as he tilts his head, “couldn’t get enough of me, hm?” you don’t even humour him, walking past the desks so you can lean out the window and stare at the setting sun. the golden light warms your skin and you miss the way gojo stares at you, eyes slow as they trace your figure up and down.

“you don’t have to lie to me, satoru.” he loves the way you say his name. so full of love and adoration, with a hint of teasing deep down, making his chest feel warm. but his favourite part about the way you say his name is that it’s never filled with pity. he’s heard far too many people say his name, gojo satoru, with such pity that it makes him nauseous. but with you, he’s just satoru. he’s just a young sorcerer, thrown into this world with the expectation to save everything weighing down on him heavily.

“yaga’s been looking for you, but i’ve asked kento to distract him for a bit.” you turn to face him fully, offering him a smile. he wants to grin and throw out some teasing words about nanami but they get stuck in his throat. suddenly, all the jokes and excuses that were at the tip of his tongue have melted away, leaving him silent. you move towards him until you’re standing by his chair, taking his face into your hands. your thumbs caress his cheeks softly as you stare down into crystal blue eyes. he wants to tear his eyes away from you, look away as quickly as he can because he can feel the tears that are beginning to gather and burn.

you lean down and press your lips to his forehead, lips lingering as if you don’t want to pull away and against his warm skin you whisper, “it’s okay, i’m here.” he makes a strangled noise, head falling into your uniform as he cries silently. he cries for the loss of all the sorcerer’s who have sacrificed their lives for the jujutsu world. he cries for the childhood that was ripped away from him all too soon. he cries for the burden that’s been piling on his shoulders, not allowing him even a moment to breathe. and he cries for his best friend, geto suguru. 

he isn’t sure how long he stays with you, both of you now standing in the window, staring up at the darkened sky, the stars out on display for the night. no one’s come to disturb you, which means nanami’s kept yaga well distracted, and gojo makes a mental note to send him an outrageous bouquet of flowers as a ‘thank you.’

“you don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.” you hum, arm pressed against his as your head rests against him. “it’s okay to forget about it all for just a moment.” gojo smiles sadly. he knows what you’re trying to say, the comfort that you’ve extended to him. and he’s so thankful for the person you are and the fact that you’ve stuck around with him through all the good and bad. he’s not quite sure he can let it all go, even for a second, but you’re here, at least, with your shoulder for him to rest on, hands to tangle his with, heart to love.

he can’t lose you, gojo thinks, he swears to himself. he can’t lose you too. 

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: we got a tv for our apartment and my friend and i ended up watching jjk 0 again on it

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 5

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to 

Words: 3,266

Yennefer cursed under her breath as she heard Geralt returning faster than she’d expected. He’d gone into the woods while Ciri and Jaskier were packing their things on the horses. She had to do this now if it was going to happen and she knew it. She’d helped Naurel to her feet with the guise of leading her to the horses just before she threw down the vial that caused the portal to flicker open.

“YENNEFER!” Geralt yelled when he saw the air ripple and wave to life. He ran toward it diving just in time to grab Naurel and pull her back causing all of them to topple to the ground. He rolled to his feet as did Yennefer and she tried to bolt toward the portal. It faded just before she reached it.

“Fuck,” she tried to figure out what to do. Had he seen her open the portal? If he hadn’t seen her do it then maybe she could claim surprise. If he had seen her could she make it to Ciri in time to take her instead since Geralt had his hands on Naurel? She only had one more potion to open a portal and she had to make it count. Movement caught her attention and Geralt’s as they both turned to see six Kikimora running toward them from where the portal had been.

“Fuck,” Geralt grabbed an elixir from the holster on his thigh and drank it as he pulled his sword from his back. He stopped one of them from slicing into Naurel by cutting its front legs off then stabbing it through the head. “Stand with Ciri and Jaskier,” he ordered. She ran to them and they all huddled together near the horses.

His sword arced through the air sending black blood flying as he fought against the monsters. They were fast and vicious as they encircled him instinctively knowing if they took out the biggest threat together the humans would be no match for them.

“Geralt!” Ciri gasped as one Kikimora stabbed into his thigh as another sliced across his side while he cut the head off of another with his sword. She hid her face in Naurel’s shoulder.

Naurel saw them spitting venom at the witcher and could see the smoke rising from his skin as it was melting away. Her hand was searching Geralt’s saddlebags while keeping her eyes on the battle trying to find anything that would help. By the time her hand closed around the handle of a dagger Geralt had killed four of the six creatures but he was fading from blood loss and the acid-like venom they had spit on him. “Jaskier, take Ciri,” she said, shoving the girl to the bard. Naurel stepped carefully toward Geralt and the two remaining Kikkimora’s just as the witcher hit his knees. “Hey!” she yelled to get their attention as she sliced across her arm.

“No!” Geralt’s voice was different, more dangerous and demanding with the elixir. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She held up her hand letting the blood flow freely knowing it would drive them crazy. Everything after that happened so quickly it was a blur. Geralt was on his feet right behind them swinging his sword and cutting them to pieces. He cut one’s head from its body and with a huge leap through the air he stabbed the other one from the top of the head through, driving his sword in the ground with a squish.

Geralt saw another portal open to his right and four people running toward them. On instinct, he raised his blade to the first one but stopped short of killing him. “You look like day-old shit,” he rasped before dropping his weapon to the ground and leaning heavily on Naurel while grasping the bleeding gash on her arm.

Eskel was shocked when he saw Geralt was the one at the site of the attack, Their amulets had all alerted them to the presence of monsters nearby, and with Triss at the keep, she offered to portal them so they didn’t have to ride in the snow. He hadn’t expected to see his brother at the other end.

“What the fuck happened here?” Lambert asked as he saw the four humans and the six dead Kikkimoras.

“A portal opened and released the kikimora,” Geralt explained. “Nothing else came through though,” his confusion was clear. “Did you see anything?” he looked at Naurel.

She wasn’t sure what happened. It looked to her that Yennefer used a potion to open a portal but why would she do that? She was a witch, she didn’t need a potion for that. “I..I don’t know. I just saw Yennefer drop a potion and then everything went wavy.

All eyes turned to Yennefer who thought up a lie quickly. “I had made a potion for Naurel and was about to give it to her when the portal opened. I didn’t see anything come through besides the creatures. I’m sorry I wasn’t of more help but I was trying to get her to safety.” Geralt could hear her heart racing but he didn’t question her. She breathed a sigh of relief.

It was decided that Geralt, Naurel, Ciri, Yennefer, and Jaskier would accompany Triss and Eskel to Kaer Morhen through a portal while Lambert and Cohen brought the horses up the path. It ensured that the keeps location remained a secret and also that Geralt and his friend could be treated quicker.

When they stepped out of the portal he put his arms around Ciri and Naurel ushering them into the great hall with Yen and Jaskier following with Eskel. “Look who we found,” Eskel shouted at the other witchers.

“We thought you were dead,” one of them yelled.

“Not yet,” he grinned as they all moved to embrace their brother. Naurel and Ciri smiled as they watched them interact.

“Wolf?”

Geralt turned toward the newest voice. “Vesimer,” he hugged the old witcher then introduced his companions.

“Damn three women and a bard,” one of his brothers smirked. “You must be in hell.” Naurel grinned and shook her head at their banter before allowing Triss to guide her to a seat at one of the tables.

Once greetings were shared and everyone started drinking and telling stories Geralt sent Ciri and Jaskier off in search of rooms and Triss, Vesimer, Geralt, and Naurel all moved to the laboratory. Naurel insisted that Geralt be looked over too after all of the venom and he smiled. “I’m a witcher. I will heal on my own.”

She wasn’t happy about it but she relented and let Triss expose her wounds. Vesimer stepped forward but stopped, “May I?” she nodded her consent, grateful he’d asked before touching her. After much looking and touching, even drawing blood for testing she was on edge but covered in salves and most of her wounds were healed by Triss. She wasn’t hurting nearly as much now.

Knowing that she’d agreed to come here to help Geralt figure out why he was so drawn to her she knew she had to come clean now. She looked at him, “You’re sure they can be trusted?” After all the things that had happened she was terrified of their reaction and them turing her over to the enemy again.

“Yes,” he assured her as he slipped his arm around her for support.

Vesimer looked at them both in question but gave her the time she needed to find her words. “I.. I’m not sure where to start to be honest. I was a slave in Centra all my life, sold when I was three, and just traded around to a few families. There was nothing about my life that seemed important at all. It was really boring, to be honest, until the day I was sent to the market to buy a sweet cake for the master's child’s birthday. You see his mother didn’t like to cook and she feared that he was already too reliant on me so if I made him a birthday cake that it would make him look to me more than her,” she knew she was babbling but couldn’t stop herself.

“I went to the market after lunch and bought a sweet cake and a wooden soldier that my master wanted to give him as a present. As I was walking from one merchant to another there was a group of guardsmen wandering around and one of them made a crude comment to me. I ignored him and finished the shopping but they were waiting for me as I left.” A shiver wracked her body at the memory and Geralt rubbed her back soothingly. “They cornered me and kept trying to touch me making lewd comments about things they wanted to do to me or me to do to them. I tried to walk past again and one of them grabbed my breast. I..I slapped him,” her voice wavered and tears spilled down her face. She looked at Geralt with wide, pleading eyes as she tried to explain her actions like she was going to be punished for them again. “It was stupid I know but I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I felt my hand connect with his cheek.”

His heart broke at the fear that was coming off of her. Geralt hugged her close to him rockinging her gently to try and sooth her. When she was finally able to speak through the sobs she started again. “They knocked me down in the mud and started hitting and kicking me as they ripped at my dress. That’s when I heard someone yell he’d been robbed and he came running over to the guard. They spoke in whispers and suddenly they were going through my basket. I just sat there with my knees pulled to my chest trying to cover myself where they’d ripped my dress while they dumped everything on the ground.” She looked up at Geralt with tear-filled eyes, “I watched him drop the bracelet onto the pile of things. He took it from his pocket and just dropped it. The guard saw him do it but he arrested me anyway.”

He wanted to go kill the guardsmen but he was pretty sure they were likely already dead. “Is that where you were tortured?”

“N..no. The man who accused me of stealing, the one who put the bracelet in my things, He requested I be turned over to him as punishment. Queen Calanthe agreed to his request and I was taken to his carriage and bound to it.”

“Do you know his name?” Vesimer asked.

“No. No one ever said his name in my presents. I don’t know how long he held me captive and tortured me. He would starve me until I was too weak to fight back then he would do all sorts of medical experiments,” she shivered at the memory. “When he got tired of cutting things and breaking my bones he moved to magic.” She looked at Triss, “It was nothing like you do. It felt,” she paused and searched for the proper words. “It felt wrong, like it was fueled by hate but I had never even seen the man. What did I do to make him hate me?” she questioned.

“Some people are just evil, girl,” Vesimer told her. “We witchers were made to fight monsters and protect humans but when they created us they didn’t consider that some humans were monsters.”

“It blurred the lines of what we do that’s for sure,” Geralt agreed.

She rested her head on his shoulder. All the emotions were draining her energy. “He cast all sorts of spells, forced potions into me, performed rituals, injections” she shook her head. “I don’t know what he did to me but I felt as if all the warmth from my body was turned to ice. I’ve never been warm since. I’m always weak and tired and it takes all my energy to just walk sometimes.”

Triss put some water in a cup and handed it to Naurel. She accepted it gratefully but her hands were shaking so bad that Geralt had to help her steady it to take a drink. Not realizing how thirsty she’d been till the cool liquid hit her tongue she drank it down quickly then blushed when she realized she’d gulped it down. “Were you always on the move like when Geralt found you,” Triss asked.

“No, I was kept in a dungeon most of the time. I don’t know why they moved me but one night, I guess it was night, I had no way of seeing the sky, they moved me and I was whisked away in some traveling camp. It was on the third day of being kept in the camp that the attack happened.”

“Do you know who attacked?” Vesimer asked.

Naurel hesitated unsure if she should tell them. She felt Geralt lift her chin and turn her head so that he was looking into her eyes. “Please, we need to know. You can trust us.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just,” she sighed. “It’s so unbelievable.”

“More than mutant warriors who fight monsters?” he smiled at her trying to ease her tension.

“He was about to kill me. I guess with everything going on it was too much trouble to keep experimenting on me. Just as he held the blade high to stab me in the chest, howls ripped through their air and he froze. I heard the soldiers screaming and then yipping and barking. The mage fled the tent to see what was happening and I forced myself to roll off the table and crawled out of the tent. I don’t know if I was just trying to see what was happening or hoping he’d come to finish what he’d started but I did not expect what happened next.”

“A wolf pack, three grays, and one huge white wolf had killed all of them except the mage. I saw him open a portal and flee. I lay on the ground unable to run as the white wolf stalked toward me. He stood over me and I was positive he was going to kill me but instead, he laid down and wrapped himself around me. We stayed like that for three days. He kept me warm and tried to feed me by dropping random chunks of the guards on me and when I refused he started to get upset. On the third day, he stood over me and tried to pour a mouth full of blood into my mouth. I curled up so that he missed and he gave a growl that terrified me before he howled loudly. It wasn’t long after that, maybe ten minutes, before you arrived.” She took a shaky breath, it felt better to get it out. Not having to hide her crazy meant that they could lock her away and be done with it.

They were all three staring at her but it was Vesimer who spoke first. “Geralt’s guide is a white wolf.”

“Guide?” she asked.

“When you become a witcher you go through different trials,” Geralt explained. “Some witchers find spirit animals that help guide them on their tests. My animal was a white wolf.”

“It’s a rare thing for a witcher to have a spirit guide, it’s one of a few things that makes Geralt special among us. Geralt was destined for something more and we’ve always known that but we just don’t know what it is. It seems that you are destined to be a part of that too,” Vesimer told her.

“I noticed something when I met you but I didn’t think anything of it until now,” Triss said. “The way the two of you interact is different. He says something and you lower your head and bare your neck to him, other times you look like you want to argue but you can’t.”

Naurel’s face burned red as she tried to hide behind her hair. “He has this rumbling growl that makes me listen even when I don’t want to and this scent that will almost make me enthralled.” There, now her embarrassment was complete.

“I find myself drawn to her, even before I knew her,” Geralt continued. “I can’t stand for her to be out of my sight and I’m so protective of her that sometimes even friends touching her causes a reaction. She smells,” his eyes close, “like safety and home.” He looked at her, his pupils blown wide, “I fight the urge to mark her every second.”

Vesimer and Triss share a look before the sorceress goes to retrieve a book. “Geralt was injected with a mutagen that had wolf DNA in it. He picked up the aspects of the wolf,” Triss said as she handed them the book. “He is an alpha, the strongest in his pack and you my dear seem his mate.”

“What? No,” Naurel shook her head. “He already has a mate. He’s bound to Yennefer, not me. I came here so that one of you could free me from whatever magic binds us and he can be free of me.”

“I’m not bound to Yennefer,” Geralt growled.

“Did you not wish..” she argued but he cut her off.

“I made a fucking wish that our deaths be bound. She was trying to kill herself by becoming host to the Djinn. It's the only reason she agreed to help Jaskier to begin with. She thought he was the one with the wishes. When I came for him she was trying to capture the Djinn in her body, to become the vessel. A Djinn can not kill its master so I used the last wish to bind our deaths.”

“But you… after,” Naurel waved her hands as if to signify what she wasn’t saying.

“I couldn’t fucking sleep!” he roared like that explained everything. “I was tense and frustrated,” he growled.

“You slept with Yennefer too?” Triss asked, petulantly.

“You whore,” Naurel snapped. Triss gasped but then saw the woman was looking at Geralt and not her. “I guess you have a thing for witches!” She stood and started to walk out but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Geralt glared at Vesimer who was not even attempting to hide his laughter before turning back to Naurel. “That was years ago before I even knew who you were! You can’t judge me on my past.”

She really wanted to argue but realized he was right and it made her sort of angry because he was hers. Wait, where had that thought come from? “Fine but what are you going to do about Yennefer? She thinks you are mates.”

“I will talk with her,” he promises as he pulls her close and breathes in her scent.

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Permission

Chapter 16

(Chapter 15; Chapter 17)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Dance With The Devil

The darkness of the night wraps around the both of you, as he carries you deeper into the woods. Step by step. It’s been a while now since he saved you from these beasts, almost feels like an eternity. You heard no sign of threat since, only the sounds of snow and twigs cracking under his weight.

It’s so cold.

The muscles of his shoulder underneath you start to relax, the longer he carries you. You notice, that never ever, his skin felt cold to you. The arm, that presses into the back of your thighs, holding you, the shoulder, that your belly is laying against and his back, that your hands are pressing into. All feel warm. However, you start to shiver, as the dampness of your clothes and the never ending snowfall presses the cold into your back. Every snowflake that blows onto you, feels like a needle and deep, in the back of your head, you wish that he would hold you closer to him.

No. I don’t.

Suddenly the blackness gets illuminated in a soft orange. In front of you, you see his tall shadow move through the snow, reflecting on the grid of the branches and the footprints he leaves behind in the soft white cotton of the snow, walking through the darkness. You feel something hot, burning, near your thigh. The sudden warmth gives you goosebumps and you push your upper body up on his shoulder blades. Turning around as much as you can, you discover, that he manifested a flame in his left hand. Not knowing if it’s supposed to warm you or light the way, you softly sigh and turn back around.

He walks and walks and walks and after a while, you notice that the snowfall slowly stops. Sukuna comes to a halt and in the reflection of the trees in front of you, you see the small flame light up and growing larger. You turn around again and in that moment he throws the flame forward, out of his hand. It lights up the ground in front of him and sets it on fire. The snow and ice is melting and sends a loud hissing sound to your ears.

The space around around the both of you grows dark again, as the flame expires. Sukuna holds you tight, before he drops you roughly on the ground in front of him. The impact stings in your cold, tired feet, while you hear him walking past you. You just stand there, eyes locked down to your feet, looking into the darkness. The sound of wood breaking and twigs crackling reaches your ears and soon a soft whoosh is audible, the ground you illuminates again.

A fireplace?

You can see more now. The ground beneath you is empty, no snow, no plants, just dirt. The fire melted it all away. It reminds you of the sight six years ago and you start to suppress the thought of being devoured by him, that‘s knocking on your mind. Slowly, you concentrate on the warmth the fire gives you, feeling warmer, as the heat of the fireplace reaches your back. Crossing your arms, you start to stroke soothingly over them, still not turning to face the man you once called King. He is silent, although you feel his stare bore into your back. The silence between you grows and grows. Each others pride fighting against each other.

And you can’t bear it.

Say something.

Your heartbeat grows louder and heavier. The familiar sound of his nails tapping impatiently against something reaches your ear and it wrecks your nerves. You sigh in annoyance. This moment of silence feels like an eternity. It’s uncomfortable, too. After everything he did, you can’t let him win this battle. You need to stand your ground.

Let him speak first.

“Your defense sucks.” he grumbles behind you. Your ears jump backwards as he starts to speak. Suddenly the dagger, that he hold in his hand this whole time, lands with a sharp sting in the ground right next to you. The impact making you jump a bit. You turn your head, just to eye him in the corner of your eyes. His muscular figure is illuminated by the fire, his gaze serious.

“Attack!” he orders, as he lowers himself into a defensive position. You eye him up and down and you can’t help to feel like he’s ridiculous. Giving him the cold shoulder, you turn forward again, ignoring him.

Stand your ground.

He chuckles and heavy footsteps start to walk up and arrive directly behind you.

“I know you want to.” he whispers in your ear, grabbing your arms. It’s sending goosebumps all over your body and you hate that he still has this impact on you. Sighing louder, you feel your anger growing again, heart in your throat.

“Do it.” he breathes, his nose and lips grazing the shell of your ear. Your blood starts to boil and you turn around, growling in anger, crouching in the process, pulling the dagger out of the ground and start to attack him. He dodges every of your tries to stab him. You tumble forward, while you aim for his stomach, chest and neck.

“More!” The way he smirks at you, while you’re trying to wound him. It makes you desperate.

Left. Right. Over. Under.

You wail in anger, while he moves so effortlessly, dancing around the sharp tip of the dagger.

“Use those claws, little kitten!” he mocks and hearing his nickname for you almost tears every last nerve you have in you. You attack and attack and attack. Putting so much anger in each blow, that you sincerely hope that you will hurt him, make him bleed. Your fierceness, however, can’t make up for the condition your body is in and you grow tired quickly. In the blink of an eye, Sukuna slips the dagger out of your hand, throwing it back into the dirt right next to you. He grabs you by the neck and yanks you towards him.

“You’re dead.” he hisses, dropping his smirk, as he pulls you closer, hovering over your face. “A dead runaway, wearing the keepsake that reminds her of her King” he continues. Your anger and the way his fingers impede the bloodflow to your brain, just like when he fucked you so good and heavy, makes your body react with arousal between your thighs.

I hate him.

You breathe heavily and angry against him, before he huffs and lets go of you. Knowing, that he can smell you, you hate how he won this fight. Not only physically, but also mentally. He drained you even further, your body now being so tired, another escape attempt isn’t even an option. You hate, how he knows it and you hate how you fell for his little trap.

“You’re still bleeding.” he says, his eyes shooting down to your cunt, before he turns around to sit on a fallen tree trunk. You pause, panting from the exertion you put your body in.

“Why are we here?” you ask, ignoring his comment. Sukuna looks at you serious.

“To remind you of your place.” he grumbles, eyeing you. You huff, feeling your abdomen stir and a cramp approaching.

“My place is not by your side.” you say, not looking at him. “You made sure of that.” you whisper, as you look back into his red orbs.

Cramp.

He squints his eyes and you notice his jaw clenching.

“Fool.” he growls. “You’re mine.”

“You think you own me, just because you fucked me.”

“You begged me to claim you.” he hisses.

You huff at his answer and shake your head. Turning to your right, you crouch down in front of the fire and reach out your hands to warm yourself.

“I wish it was that easy.” you whisper as you stare into the flames. “I wonder if the women housing in your perfect little shrine think the same.”

You hear him smack his lips and his breath becoming more annoyed. Your own hitches as another cramp approaches and you distort your face in agony.

“What a whore of a King.” you whisper.

His fingernails tap and scratch on the wood angrily, tearing your last nerve, making you want to say what’s been lingering on your mind.

“I hate you.” only a breath.

He shoots up from the log he’s sitting on, only to crouch down next to you.

“Oh yeah?” he grabs your chin harshly to turn your face towards him. “You know what I hate?” he hisses at you, making your heart feel like it’s going to stop. “Disrespectful little brat bitches like you. How dare you speaking to your King like that? How dare you running away in the middle of the night? How dare you to look at that insect of a man?”

What?

You look at him in confusion. His grip grows tighter.

“Devoting yourself to me on your knees, begging me to claim you and then looking at this pathetic mortal bastard with those bright little eyes of yours, while sitting up there on the throne right next to your King.” he growls. “You’re pissing me off!”

You huff.

“You are no King to me.” you say in disbelief. Hearing that he thinks of you like that, doubting you like that, fuels your rage. His lip twitches, as he listens to your words.

“What would your new little fucktoy think, if she saw you getting jealous over a glance from me to a stranger, a glance filled with emotions that were reserved for you?” you spit back. “Devoting herself to you, looking at you with her bright little eyes, then seeing you come for me, after I ran away?” you talk faster, louder, as you lean in, pushing against is grip. “Knowing you saved my life from monsters in the dark? Hearing your voice echoing through the woods, as you screamed that I’m yours? All of that for just another subordina-”

“She’d be reminded of her place.” he growls back, interrupting you, as his eyes glow into yours.

Your breath hitches and you muster his face, as you didn’t expect this answer from him.

“So what was my place then, when I saw you treating her like me? Heard you treating her like me?“ your voice resigns. He pauses, his eyes drop to your lips.

“Fool.”

You huff. “I guess, I am.” you whisper, as you yank your head out of his grip, turning your face forward again. Sukuna growls in annoyance, leans back and sits down against the log. The silence between the both of you grows back.

It’s different this time. Less… heavy.

Another cramp in your uterus reminds you of the cotton cloth that’s still in there. Ignoring Sukuna’s presence, you reach down between your thighs and pull the bloody cloth out of your cunt. Somehow, removing it gives you a feeling of relief and you throw it into the flames before you. The smell of burning blood fills the air.

It stinks.

You notice, that your thighs are all bloody, including parts of your kimono. Not having anything left you could stuff into you to prevent you from bleeding, you just leave it.

Can’t do anything about it anyway, you think to yourself, before you lay down on your right side, having Sukuna sitting against the log near your feet. The dirt is so cold in comparison to the hot fire right in front of your face. You feel tired. Breathing steadily, feeling warm and feeling like the both of you got some steam off between each other, you slowly start to relax. Knowing, that he’s watching you, you wonder, if he feels the same. The air around you doesn’t seem to tense anymore at least and as much as you hate this situation, blowing off steam dropped a weight off your heart. You continue to watch the flames dance and your mind starts to wander off.

Sukuna seems different. Emotional. You try to recollect if you ever saw him being like this, while you softly scrap the dirty ground beneath you. His wide eyes when he pinned you down, you almost saw a hint of fear in them. The way his voice must be heard miles away when he finally caught you. The way he’s so jealous, possessive and claiming.

He’s an impatient bastard and an asshole that’s full of himself, that’s what you know for sure. However, considering how he treated you today, how he saved you from these monsters and what he told you, you start to ask yourself if there’s more to him. More to his thoughts about you, his feelings.

Is he even capable of that?

You’re just another subordinate, just another one of his concubines. Well, not anymore. You’re not in the shrine anyway and you don’t know if you’re ever making it back there. There’s still the possibility that he’s going to eat you. However, why would he be so angry with you, if that was his intention? He could’ve devoured you, before carrying you into these woods for what felt to you like an eternity.

His poor back.

You can’t help, but to softly smile at your own thought. A thought that reminds you of the last time you felt truly happy. It was with him.

Or do you smile because you’re now here with him? Alone? Not in the shrine with all the others.

…all the others.

Your smiles fades. Anger still present in your heart, poking at your mind. Just like the flames in front of your face, your heart and mind dance with each other.

Dance around sanity and emotion.

Dance around repelling and forgiving.

Dance around hate and… love.

[ididntseeurbag]

b-side

pairing: lee felix x idol!fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mention of stressed out reader, mentions of coffee

in which y/n, the leader and producer of her group at jyp, makes a b-side and shows it to a very special person.

a/n: i made this a while ago, so my writing style might have changed a bit, but felix is one of my ults so i needed to post this!

y/n had just finished producing and writing her last, but most important, b-side track of her solo mini album and was just sitting in her studio, trying to calm herself after being in constant stress. while she turned around in her chair, she was thinking of ways and ideas to promote the album and make it as original and authentic as possible.

she had thought of everything from the music video for the title track to the album cover, except just one thing: what was she going to do with her most precious b-side? after much pondering and with nothing planned, she decided to let it go for the time being and go get an iced latte (it may or may not have been almost one am but who cares).

she was walking down the halls of the company building with the objective of going to the jyp cafe when she heard music coming from the pratice room where stray kids usually were. she was curious about who of the eight of them was still there dancing, so she opened the door and took a peek, only to be surprised about the fact that it was felix, since minho was the one that stayed most days.

she quietly watched him dance to the slow and soft melody coming from the speakers, remembering the tune from the day that changbin had showed the track to both him and y/n a few weeks before. the more y/n watched him dance, the more she fell for him, and each time she was more aware of it, the smile on her face giving it away to even the most oblivious people.

felix finished dancing and dropped down on the floor, completely exhausted. y/n quickly snapped out of her trance and walked inside towards him, grabbing the water bottle that was next to the entrance on the way. she softly tapped him on the shoulder to let him know she was there and handed him the water bottle, softly smiling at him when he looked up at her with his beautiful brown eyes.

“thanks,” he muttered with the little strength he had left, but still managing to smile fondly at her.

“woah, be careful there bubs,” y/n started once felix started chugging the water, slowly lowering the bottle so he didn’t drink too much at once. “we don’t want to have a silly accident here,” felix giggled at her comment, and y/n swore she could’ve melted right then and there had she not been leaning her body on the wall.

after a few seconds, the australian boy got up to play the song and start dancing once again to perfect the choreography that one of the group’s choreographers had tasked him with learning. y/n knew he was too tired to continue, so she got to the speaker first and stopped him before he could press replay. felix looked at her with a pout, and even though y/n found it hard to resist it, she stood her ground. “no,” she told him. “you’re gonna rest even if you like it or not.”

“oh, come on,” he wined, but she didn’t budge. “please?” he tried to persuade her again, but to no avail, so he sighed and walked away to get the hoodie he had discarded on the sofa hours ago. “what do you suggest we do, then?” he asked while turning off the lights and closing the door of the practice room, y/n trailing right behind him. as he was turning around, an idea popped into y/n's head, one worth trying to make it work.

“i’m glad you ask that, lixie, because just now i finished a track and it want to show it to you,” she tried to make it look like she was just searching for validation, when she had a bigger plan in mind. felix, of course, bought her half thruth and flashed her one of his warm smiles.

“sure,” he paused to yawn. “but can we get coffee first?” y/n immediately agreed to that and they both went to the cafe.

lattes in hand, the pair went to the girl’s studio, felix sitting on the sofa and y/n on her chair so she could have it easier to search and play the song. as it boomed from the speakers, she anxiously looked at her crush and close friend, since she was actually kind of seeking for approval, especially from him. it was one of the songs that she was proudest of, mostly because it was different than the ones she made for her group and even from the other ones in the album, but she thought it was the best b-side she had ever made and she feared that someone wouldn’t like it. thankfully, felix wasn’t one of the people who hated it, and the way his eyes shined during and after the song made it clear.

silence came back again, and he slowly looked at y/n with nothing but adoration on his face. he knew y/n was really good at making songs, but that one outshined all the others she had made. “wow,” he managed to utter. “it’s so good y/n, oh my god,” he chuckled. “this could perfectly be your title track, you know that right?”

y/n giggled, then nodded. “i was debating on wether it should be this or the current one, but the other one has more range for the music video, choreo and such,” at her words, felix hummed, understanding her point of view. “still, i want to ask you something regarding this song,” y/n told him, and he looked at her, waiting for her to make whatever question. “i was wondering if you wanted to make a choreography for this song, so they could then film you in a set and turn it into some kind of music video?”

felix’s eyes met hers. “you trust me that much that you want me to be in one of your music videos?”

y/n shook her head in affirmation. “well, you would technically be the only one in the video,” she hesitated, but then continued with a whisper. “and it would only make sense if it were you.”

the australian was confused. “what do you mean by that? why only me?”

y/n looked at him and wondered if she should tell him, but ended up deciding that he had the right to know. “well...the song is kind of about you, as a thank you for everything you’ve done for me and helped me with after all this time.”

to say felix was shocked was an understatement, but he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that y/n, the girl he had fallen head over heels for, had made a song about him, and that it was probably her best composition yet. his eyes glistened, tears threatening to fall from happiness, but he didn’t let them fall and instead took y/n's hand and pulled her to him so he could properly hug her. “thank you,” he whispered, smiling from ear to ear. “i will put my everything into this choreography.”

y/n smiled and nuzzled her face into the crook of felix’s neck. “i know you will, lixie, i know you will.”

masterlist

[garbbitch]

Controversially young GF

Obvi reader is 18+

not promoting pedophilic behavior folks

for your imagination its at least 5+ years of an age gap.

also, y'all loved the smut i dropped but didn't like the fluff, whats that about?

also y'all can interact with my shit, I like when people do that, comment and reblog it or smnth. I dont bite

unless u want me to.

ok im done. enjoy!

you and julien met at a book store.

"shit, sorry!" you said worried you kicked her or something as you were walking by her. you dropped a book on the ground that she picked up. "it's alright," she said nonchalantly as she stood up. Her eyes moved over you, she smirked a little. you started to walk away. "wait a minute," she said still moving her eyes over you. "i'm julien." she held out her hand for a handshake. "i'm y/n.” you said apprehensively shaking her hand. you notice her little smirk and feel your self blush lightly. julien chuckled. “i think this belongs to you.” she said handing you a book that fell out of your hands when you bumped into her. “myth of sisyphus?” “a friend suggested it to me, i’ve never heard of it before.” you said as you took the book, “thank you.” “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around here before, are you from around here?” she said nonchalantly leaning on the bookshelf getting a good look at you. “yeah, i’m in school here at the university of (INSERT ANY SCHOOL IDK USE YOUR IMAGINATION)” you say back noticing her tattoos all along her arms. “you like it there?” she asked stepping a little closer to you, not close enough to touch but close enough. “it’s cool, lots of cool classes and people there.” you say back noticing the deliberate closeness. y’all talked for a while and eventually she asked to take you out. you obviously said yes.

She spoils you a little:

nothing too crazy, but for instance for your first date she took you to a really expensive restaurant and didn’t even ask to split the bill even after you offered.

“you look great.” she said when she picked you up from your place for your date. you couldn’t help but blush. “you look really good too jb.” you said to her trying to hide how flustered you were from a simple compliment. as you walked into the restuarant together she put her hand arouund your waist "is this ok?" she whispered in your ear tracing shapes into your hip. "this is great" you said back as you walked in together.

on the date you guys talked about everything and nothing feeling super connected by the end of it.

she took you back to your place, only dropping you off. she walked you to your door. "this was a lot of fun," you said as you and julien reached your door. "i had a great time with you." she said looking down on your lips. you blushed noticing her gaze on your lips.

she didn't kiss you, she wanted to but she also didn't want to make you uncomfortable

after your next date she kissed you

you melted into her touch and she loved the way you leaned into her

you thought about inviting her back to your place but you didn't want to seem too ~needy~ [stupid covid brain lacking words]

you guys went on a couple more dates and the subject of high school came up

"so when did you graduate?" she asked you as you sat in a bar together. [i hope my math is right, dont @ me if its not.] "well i'm still in college but i finished high school in 2020." you said casually to her as you sipped a mocktail. her eyes widdened. "2018?" she asked back to you. [pls tell me this makes the gf 23] "yeah, why?" you asked her, noticing how worried she looked. "You're five years younger than me?" she asked suddenly super worried that she has been dating someone who is too young for her. "i guess so... you're 28?" you asked her, not bothered by the age difference. "yeah." she said quietly. "does the age thing bother you?" you asked her noticing the sudden discomfort. "well no, i just worry about power dynamics. i don't want to accidentally take advantage of you in some way." she said to you as she toyed with the watch on her wrist nervously. [i realized that jb is always wearing a watch n idk it's hot] you touched her hand. "you won't. it's okay. i trust you." you said quietly to her. she closed her eyes like she was thinking about something. "i wouldn't do it on purpose but i just... power dynamics come up all the time and it's almost never on purpose." she said looking at you. "i know, we just need to be open to conversation." you said still holding her hand.

at the end of the date after you guys had a long talk about boundaries you both felt more comfortable

she drove you home and she kissed you outside your door again

you moaned softly into the kiss and she pulled away

"baby-" she started to say and you moved your hands to her hips, "we shouldn't. i want to but..." she said. you groaned softly. "why the but?" you asked with a dramatic pout on your face. "cuz baby, i don't wanna rush things with you." she said softly as she moved her hands to where yours were on her hips. "can we just hang out?" you asked just wanting to spend more time with her. she only looked at you for a moment. "just hanging out?" she questioned half serious the other playful. "yeah." you said quietly. julien nodded and you happily searched for your keys in your bag and invited her in. she looked around your small apartment and smiled. she noticed the smell of your perfume. "wanna watch a movie?" you asked her motioning to a projector you have set up near your day bed.

she resisted the urge to make a joke about you inviting her to bed as you opened up the day bed

she happily watched a couple of movies with you until you fell asleep leaning on her shoulder

she reluctantly woke you up

"baby, wake up." she said softly as she stroked your head trying to wake you up gently. "hmm? what?" you said sleepily as you wiped some drool off your cheek realizing you drooled on her shoulder. "sorry." you said softly as you attempted to wipe it off her shirt sleeve. "it's ok, i'll let you sleep. i'm gonna head out." she said holding your hands gently. "do you need to go?" you asked quietly. "not nenecessarily." she said back, she pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "can yoy stay?" you asked her not wanting the night to end. "do you have class tomorrow?" she asked you. she didn't want to mess with your school responsibilities. "nope." you told the truth, you just wanted her to stay. "i can stay." she said quietly.

she got comfortable in your bed as you quickly took a shower before getting in bed yourself.

you offered her some clothes to change into and she said it was ok.

you cuddled into her side as you fell asleep.

she stroked your hair as you fell asleep

after some time of going steady she does finally ~stay the night~

im gonna post that another time. be patient with me.

she eventually invites you to move in with her, she makes sure that you have a study room that you could use when you have exams coming up

when you moved in all the members of muna and boygenius helped you move all your stuff cuz you couldn't do it alone and you didn't wanna hire movers

pheobe and katie couldnt hold back from the jokes about the age gap

eventually they all joined in

a few weeks later julien was invited to a red carpet for an event

the paparazzi on the carpet kept asking who you were

lucy and pheobe said something more and more outrageous to everyone who asked

"eye candy" "our body guard" "the new 4th member of boygenius" "our girlfriend" "our psychiatrist" "we're tutoring her"

[dmwrites]

“‘Doesn’t want diamonds’- what on earth do you give someone who doesn’t want diamonds!” Pearl asked to her donkey and horse, who just blinked at her wholly unhelpfully. She opened and closed a few chests as if something magical would appear in one of them. “The one time I have diamonds coming out of my ears, and all of a sudden Tango decides he’s going to rebel against the economy!” The horse and the donkey watched her dolefully as she dashed from one side of her starter house to the other. “You know what, it’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll just bring a little of everything and he can choose, if he wants to be so particular about it.”

Tango was already behind his house when Pearl crash landed on the ground in front of him.

“Pearly pop! Hey girl!” The air vent that made up Tango’s mouth creaked into a big smile.

“Sorry I’m late.” Pearl said, smiling back at the robot guy.

“No, no, it’s all good. I was just chopping some logs into sticks for an afternoon refuel.” Tango smiled, popping open his chest and tossing a few sticks inside. The fire inside him crackled merrily and he closed his chest again. “So, Pearly, I’ve heard that you are starting on your big girl base, and need some serious resources.”

“Indeed I do.” Pearl nodded.

“And to get said serious resources, you need one of these babies.” Tango pulled out a beacon and held it tantalizing in front of Pearl.

“Yes I do, and i need it bad.” Pearl teasingly swiped at it.

“Hmm… so, looks like I’ve got what you need. What are you willing to pay for it?” Tango smiled and pulled the beacon back to his chest.

“Well, okay.” Pearl dug around in her inventory. “I have a bunch of redstone blocks! You love redstone blocks!” She threw a few up in the air.

“I do… but I have like an infinite supply of redstone.” Tango tossed the red blocks back to her.

“Diamonds?” Pearl asked hopefully.

“I’m not doing the diamond thing this season.” Tango shook his head. “I have a better idea. I’ll give you a few beacons, and the supplies to build the pyramids to go with them, but you have to sing me a song every time you collect a new resource with them.”

“Me? Sing you a song?” Pearl laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“You want the beacon, don’t you?” Tango grinned even wider, so the flames inside of him could almost be seen through his mouth vent. “Five seconds to decide, or the beacon gets melted in the fire!”

Pearl sighed. “A song? Fine. Okay.” And so she sang a very frantic little tune about gathering terracotta, even with a jerky little dance.

When she was finished, Tango clapped in delight, smoke coming out of his head. “Fantastic!” He crowed, tossing Pearl the beacons and blocks. “I’m literally so excited for the next one!”

A few days later found Pearl sitting with Impulse on top of her mountain, watching the sunset. Well, the sun was setting, yes, but they were more watching Gem have a mental breakdown about making an entire tower out of the wrong type of stone.

“Like, I’ll go help her tear it down, but I’m gonna wait until she stops shooting things first.” Impulse said, watching the tiny elven girl slaughter some sheep.

“Yeah, same.” Pearl muttered, consulting a list in her hand. “Oh dang, I have to gather gravel and sand next for the megabase. Gonna have to think of two more songs.”

“Songs?” Impulse asked, wincing as he watched Gem dive bomb a chicken and set it on fire.

“Yeah, Tango’s been lending me some beacons. But he doesn’t take diamonds as payment. Instead he makes me sing a song about each kind of material I gather using them.” Pearl said.

“Oh yeah, he’s done that to a few people.” Impulse mused. “That’s what no diamonds does to a guy. Accepting songs as payment! I thought Joe would be the first to do that, honestly.”

Pearl plucked at Impulse’s beard, smoothing out one of the tiny braids. “Well, either way, I gotta do some singing. Do you know any words that rhyme with concrete?”

Over the next few weeks, Pearl dropped by often to sing songs about her material gathering. Tango always clapped, no matter how pathetic the rhymes and tunes were. It was kind of fun, honestly, to think up lyrics.

“Hey Tango?” Pearl asked, out of breath from her most recent performance about coarse dirt. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, anything.” Tango replied happily. “As long as you hand me my dinner.”

Pearl handed him a stack of logs and watched him toss them into his chest and the flames jump through his body. “Why the songs? What’s in it for you to hear me sing some stupid tune?”

Tango gave Pearl a long look, closing up his chest. “Pearly, can you keep a secret?” He sounded unusually shy.

“Yeah?”

“Okay.” Tango took a deep breath. The coals in his stomach all lit up bright from the air whooshing in. He touched the control panel on his arm, typed in a command, and then Pearl heard her own voice. It was coming from a speaker wired into the side of Tango’s head, one she’d never noticed before. It was the song about coarse dirt she’d just sang. Tango pressed the screen, and suddenly it was Cub, humming. Another press, and it was Scar singing Fly Me To The Moon. And then it was Impulse’s voice. Then Pearl again, this time singing about stone.

“Tango… what is all this?” Pearl asked quietly.

Tango pressed a button and the singing stopped. “It’s a bit of a secret of mine. I love all of you guys, and I love your voices. So I’ve been recording the hermits singing, so when I’m feeling lonely or sad, I can just have all of the hermits with me to raise my spirits. I hope you don’t mind…” Tango scratched his head awkwardly.

Pearl chuckled. “Aww, Tango, that’s sweet. I mean, you definitely need to start getting permission to record, but the sentiment is sweet. The ethics are just a little questionable, is all.”

Tango chuckled. “Fair enough. But… do you want to hear Impulse trying to sing WAP while absolutely plastered?”

“… yes.”

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Shadow of Stars: Cameron

CW: Creepy whumper, unhealthy relationship dynamics, food mentions, vaguely implied past dubcon, age gap relationship (not underage), Cameron’s mind is its own little warning

Cameron scurries down an alley, gasping for breath. The baker’s shouts echo down the street behind him, full of curses and threats about what he’ll do when he catches Cameron. The same curses he has heard over and over again without really fearing them. The baker is all bluster and no action anyway. 

He waits till the shouting fades from earshot, then unwraps his stolen rolls. They’re still warm, glistening with melted butter. Cameron sinks to the ground and rests against the cold stone wall as he takes a bite of the first food he’s had in three days. The bread melts in his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. His stomach growls loudly and demands more. But he knows better. Another small bite, then another, letting his body adjust to having food again. 

It takes him an hour to eat the roll. Then Cameron wraps up the extras and tucks them away in the large pockets of his jacket. They will be dinner later on. If he is lucky, he can charm a few scraps of meat to add to it. 

He wanders the city, begging for a few coins, trying his best to swipe some food, ignoring the other people working their trade. A young girl tries to swipe from his pockets and Cameron winks at her when her hand comes away empty.

“Good try, darling, but next time, make sure your mark actually has what you want.”

She glares at him before vanishing into the crowds. He ignores the other pickpockets working their way through the crowd in favor of finding somewhere to stay. Possibly in another noble’s stable. Maybe someone’s house, if he flirts well enough. It doesn’t matter. As long as there is a roof over his head for the evening.

Mud splashes across his shoes, cold water soaking through the threadbare fabric. Cameron curses after the carriage without second thought. 

“Watch where you’re driving, Shadow-bitten fool!”

The carriage slows to a halt. Cameron swallows hard, stomach dropping to his feet. This was a stupid idea. Why do you keep opening your mouth like that? Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

A man steps out of the carriage. Tall, with a perfectly tailored suit and a cane, one of those stupid tall hats on his head. A noble, judging by the carriage and the quality of clothing. Cameron pulls himself to his full height. It doesn’t matter that his clothing is worn and secondhand, with rags literally holding his shoes together. All that matters is justice. He was just walking down the road, minding his own business, and this asshole ruined everything. 

“What did you just call me?” The man’s voice is deep and measured, each word spoken with perfect clarity. Suddenly Cameron’s sodden shoes are the least of his worries. 

Cameron swallows hard and shrugs. “I told you to watch where you’re going. Like a decent person.”

The man’s gaze slowly rakes up and down him. A shudder runs down Cameron’s spine and he fights the urge to wrap his jacket tightly around him. He juts out his chin and meets the man’s gaze. His eyes are grey? Blue? Yellow? He can’t tell, but the man’s hand grips the top of his cane tighter and all decent and polite thoughts flee Cameron’s mind.

Please hit me. 

“Um, excuse me?” Cameron says, realizing the man said something and he wasn’t paying attention and could he be hurt for that?

“You really don’t pay attention well, do you?” The man steps close to him. Cameron’s mouth goes dry and his gaze drops again to the man’s hands. They’re big enough to close around his throat. “I was asking for you to give me a reason to listen to you, given all I hear is the squeaking of a sewer rat.”

Cameron ignores the heat creeping up his neck and down his spine. He instead hunches his shoulders and shrugs. “No reason. I apologize for my mistake. I should never have yelled.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.”

“I apologize. I’ll be on my way.”

The man’s hand lands heavily on his shoulder and Cameron sucks in a deep breath. All the blood rushes from his brain straight to between his legs. Darkness he’s such a mess. A few days without human contact and he’s ready to kneel for the first man who touches him. But the man’s hand is heavy as he holds him so easily in place and Cameron swallows hard. 

Please make me scream. Please hit me. Please, please, please, I just want you to hurt me. 

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” The words are kind, laced with sympathy. Cameron realizes how gravelly the man’s voice is. He would sound even better over a rush of blood with his hand clamped around Cameron’s throat. “A young thing like you shouldn’t be wandering the streets. Winter is soon.”

“I have somewhere to stay,” Cameron mutters. Stupid! Why did you even suggest that! Go home with this man! You know he’ll be a good time. 

The man hums and his hand goes from Cameron’s shoulder to his chin. He freezes, hardly daring to breathe. Is this real? Is this really happening to him? All the kids talk about it, when they’re huddled in back alleys and around small fires; being found by a rich stranger and taken in, cared for, loved. Of course, this man also may just want a one night stand with someone, but Cameron is good at reading people and the man across from him wants more than one fun night.

“Of course you do,” the man laughs. Oh please keep talking to me. “That’s why your clothing looks like it does.”

“I bought this coat,” Cameron snaps back. 

The man hums again. “Of course. But do you have somewhere to stay for the winter?”

“Are you offering somewhere?”

The man laughs. “My house.”

Cameron smiles at him through his lashes. “And what is the payment?”

The man’s gaze slowly looks Cameron up and down. “I think that is something we can discuss later.”

“Are you in the habit of inviting random people off the streets into your home out of the goodness of your heart?”

“No, you’re a special case.”

Cameron starts to tip his head to the side, but the man’s grip tightens on his chin, holding his head in place. Heat rushes to his cheeks and he meets the man’s gaze. His eyes are grey, nearly the same color as the streaks of grey in his dark hair. Cameron swallows hard and smiles the best he can. 

“Thank you . . . sir.”

Sir. The word tastes wonderful on his tongue. Cameron wants to say it over and over for the rest of his life. And the way the man smiles when he says it just adds to the desire. So when the man offers him his arm, Cameron eagerly accepts it and follows him into the carriage.

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @pigeonwhumps @whumpinggrounds (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 4: the sun

TW: this Chapter contains purposefully induced PTSD flashbacks, self harm and smoking if any of these topics make you uncomfortable I recommend you scroll to below the red line, past this line is after the potentially uncomfortable situation ends.

Ftm trans Bright eyes (he/him pronouns)

Bright smoked as he sat on the roof of the solaire mansion.

Not so long ago he renounced smoking and demoted himself to vapeing but he made the compelling argument of 'its not like vampires can get lung cancer' besides, when he exhaled smoke protruded out of the bite holes in his neck and to him that was a compelling enough reason.

As he exhaled, the memories he'd made over the last few hours played in his head.

He did have a lot of fun with Vincent. It did feel good to hang out with another vampire that wasn't Sam, Fred or just some guy he met at a bar because his friends sucked.

So....why was he here?

He looked towards the horizon as he took a drag of the cigarette, in the direction of Wonder World.

The sun was creeping almost menacingly over the horizon but Bright had some time to kill before the sun came out of hiding.

He had a good day. He had found someone to talk to besides Tanker that truly understood him.

So why. Was. He. Here?

He asked himself again, eyes still attached to the horror movie set of a place he was made in.

Finally he closed his eyes, allowing the smoke to coil around him.

He remembered everything....he remembered everything as if it happened only yesterday.

The way the excitement melted away into dread and horror as the skull of Quinn's last victim rolled into view.

The way Fred ran, the way Bright lingered on a little longer than him.

Fred may have begun running before him but Bright was faster and it wasn't long before he overtook him.

Somewhere along the way Fred had fallen behind.

It was a good thing Fred told him to keep going because he probably would have kept running anyway and Fred would probably hate him even more than he already dose if that had been the case.

At least that's what Bright told himself.

Bright's heart rate began to increase so he instinctually took another drag.

He kept. On. Running.

Eventually the sound of his best friend's voice got quiet, whether or not it was due to distance or the fact that he was dead wouldn't be known until later on.

Because of this, Bright allowed himself to slow down. How many worst mistakes of your life can you make in one night?

Until eventually he heard a sound that could only be described as "woosh" and he was knocked to the ground along with his breath.

A low groan came from him before the ability to breathe was put into question.

Then HE appeared.

At first he was just a silhouette then his features became visible as he grabbed Bright's wrists and dropped his knees onto his stomach and chest.

He could still hear his voice...

"You should have listened to your friend little mouse~ didn't anybody tell you not to stay out late

On Halloween?~"

Bright scratched at his neck as if to swat him away, but he wasn't there.....all he did was reopen the wound.

The cigarette fell from his lips and onto the roof where he held his knees in his hands.

Nothing he did NOW would change what happened THEN so the memory played on.

He continued scratching at the bite mark as the situation played out in his head, desperately trying to get through the memory of the second most painful experience of his life.

Whether it was the blood loss or the sophistication, eventually everything just....stopped.

The pain....stopped.

Exept there was no breath left in him to let out a sigh of relief.

For what seemed like forever but upon looking back what was probably only a couple minutes, Bright just layed there, body numb from the feeling of nothing.

It felt....nice

Like he never had to feel any kind of pain ever again, physical or otherwise.

But then like a defibrillator to the neck, he was jolted back to semi consciousness.

He wouldn't describe himself as awake but he could see what was happening to him, his best friend, the one guy he least expected to hurt him in any way, in the same position as his killer,

Sucking at the bite mark left by him.

Bright felt himself wince as what was left of his bloody insides were slurped up into Fred.

When Fred's mouth left Bright's neck, Bright assumed it was over so he let himself go numb, which only made it sting more when Fred ripped his own neck wound and lowered himself so it flowed like a fountain into Bright's mouth.

At first he began spluttering and choking but then he gave up on struggling and allowed himself to drown.

He couldn't speak at the time, he knew that, but in his mind he heard himself screaming at Fred to stop and that he didn't understand what he was doing

But he knew he wanted him to stop.

But he did not waver till there was no more blood to give and when he drained himself dry he collapsed next to him.

They were both looking to the sky when they died together.

Bright's eyes jolted open as he began screaming in anger, agony and regret

The sun had finally made its way past the threshold of the horizon and the only thing protecting him from its burn was the shadow that the solaire mansion cast, so amongst the screaming that went unheard, he pulled back his sleeve and removed his glove that did its best to hide the battle scares from him and the sun's past encounters, and he shoved his arm into the light.

His screaming became more of a hiss as he felt his skin burn and sizzle

_________________________________________

He didn't know when he planned to stop

But luckily somone wasn't going to let him make that choice.

He felt himself being pulled backwards then he was swiftly turned around to face the figure that pulled him, however he wasn't able to see their face as his face was being held close to the chest of his saviour.

He could feel arms cover his body as if to shield him, he could hear a hiss come from the body that held him, almost to threaten the light that burned him.

Eventually the figure loosened their grip, allowing Bright to look up at them

It was William.

He didn't look angry, he just looked....protective...?

Like the sun had attempted to take somthing important from him.

After a moment of this, he no short of scooped Bright up and made a motion that could only be described as "wooshed" him down from the roof, sticking to the shadows.

Bright blinked and then he found himself in William's office again, still huddled in his arms.

William placed him onto the chair he sat in last time and looked him in the eyes.

"Were going to talk about what you were just doing, but before any of that I need to heal you, it will hurt more than it did last time, is that OK?"

Through tears that Bright couldn't prevent from falling, he nodded.

Before he began his work, William removed his belt and gave it to Bright

"You'll be needing this" Bright knew what to do.

He placed the flattened rope of leather into his mouth and felt his teeth press into it.

"Alright" William said to no one in particular.

The burn wound was very visible and within healing range but Bright was a very....skittish person so William wanted to be as careful as possible.

He slowly intertwined his fingers with Bright's and brought his arm up to him. He let go of Bright's hand and took his arm into both his hands to place it in front of him.

He looked at Bright one last time then began to work.

It was just like last time exept the feeling was throughout his whole arm, Bright tried his best to be still for him but he couldn't stop himself from kicking and squirming, he continued to bite into the belt he held in his mouth, tears now streaming down his face.

After healing his arm he moved onto his bite wound that now had a claw mark that was bound to scar.

After a good few minutes of that, William let go as fast as he could.

"There it's done"

Bright spat the belt out his mouth and a spluttering noise came from him as the tears continued.

After Bright had fully composed himself, he looked up at William who had a look of sympathy on his face, but not pity

Never pity.

"H-how did you know I was - that I would?-"

"Fred had told Sam that he could feel you feeling.....bad and that he worried you were going to 'do something stupid' Sam informed me of this and when I heard a scream come from the roof and given where the sun is currently, let's just say I put two and two together"

Looks like his literal cry for help didn't fall on deaf ears this time.

William looked Bright dead in the eyes, the look of sympathy still plastered on his face.

"I wouldn't describe what you just did as stupid, I'd describe it as....understandable but equally unfortunate"

Bright looked down

"Bright, I am older than you could ever imagine, I can recognise a cry for help when I see one"

At that, he picked the belt up from the floor and began to re applie it to his waist.

He then sat on the edge of his desk

"Talk"

This wasn't a command as much as it was an invitation but Bright still felt like he didn't want to know what would happen if he didn't do what he told him.

"W-well i-i" he took a moment to compose himself and breathed in

"I spent the day with Vincent"

"Oh?"

"Y-yeah, I had a lot of fun....it was nice"

"I'm glad"

"But i-i.....I don't deserve it....there is SO much I don't deserve...so i-i guess this was kinda like a...l-like a-"

"A punishment"

Bright looked up at him

"Y-yeah...I know it's stupid of me I just-"

"No it isn't. It's completely understandable, I mean since the very beginning of your vampire life everyone you have ever had to interact with has blamed you for what happened and since you agree with them, I can see why you wouldn't deem yourself worthy of happiness"

Bright was stunned, he knew he was old but he didn't exactly expect him to hit the nail on the head with this one.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Are you a man of faith Bright?"

Bright looked confused at the sudden seemingly off topic question.

"Why?"

"A few centuries ago there was a vampire I knew who was very religious and he believed himself to be worthy of hell, but since that was never going to be, he made sure his immortality, or what he called purgatory, would be filled with nothing but misery because he believed himself to be worthy of nothing but just that, misery."

William then got up and went rooting in one of his draws.

Giving Bright a minute to marinate on what he had been told.

William eventually pulled out a small piece of paper and then went over to Bright

"Here I want you to have this, but I want you to know that this dose not contribute to your decision, you may take this regardless of your decision"

Bright took the paper from him.

When he un-crumpled it he saw that it was a phone number and a name he couldn't pronounce but that didn't tell him much.

"What is this?"

"It's the phone number to the best therapist in the area, I'll pay for it however like I previously stated, I will do so regardless of whether or not you agree to be my progeny"

Bright's eyes became wide, he had wanted a therapist that actually knew what they were doing since before he died.

"Thank you"

He said breathlessly

"It's no trouble, I'll let you know when I inform him of the payment situation, now, it's time for you to sleep, I assume you've been having trouble with the sleeping situation so I recommend you start going to sleep at this time for now on"

"O-ok"

Bright had slept here many times before so he had no trouble finding his guest room but before he left, he thanked William one more time.

William nodded and smiled.

When Bright left William picked up his phone.

.........

"I trust you made it here safely then?~"

.........

"Good I'm glad to hear that, you're earlier than we agreed, miss your old home that much hmm?~"

..........

"Alright, Alright I won't jest, I suppose I just wanted to lighten the mood given the circumstances of your return"

..........

"Alright, oh! And there's somone I think you should meet, I think the two of you would get along very well~"

Taggs: @darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate