#no chains won't hold me down ( musings )
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Can i request Derek taking his anger out on fem!reader after the "he took you home" ending? You can make it as nasty as you want 👀
a/n: sure! i luv that sleazy, bleach-blonde bastard. hope you like it! :3
PLAYING WITH FIRE
{ derek goffard x f! reader }
word count: 2.4k
warnings/tags: NON-CON, painal, fire torture, burning, stomping, mutilation (?), degradation, name-calling, humiliation.
As you blink away the haze of sleep, the painful wound in your back throbs dully amidst newer aches. With a shuddering breath, you try to push yourself upright, only to be met with the uncomfortable resistance of chains binding your wrists. The cold, varnished floorboards press into your bare skin, making you acutely aware of your nakedness.
"Hello!? Where am I?" your voice cracks, echoing slightly in the vast, lavishly furnished room.
The door swings open as you struggle to make sense of your opulent, yet foreboding surroundings. Derek steps into the room, his presence immediately filling the space with a palpable tension. He's meticulously groomed and dressed in an expensive, tailored suit; a stark contrast to the dishevelled, agonising figure you remember from the desert.
“Ah, finally awake, are we?” His smooth voice cuts through the silence, his smirk widening as he hungrily scans over your body. It's then you realize this is the man who revelled in your torment under the brutal desert sun— the same man you had desperately stabbed, yet had been too terrified to finish off.
You try to speak, but your voice is strangled by the rising panic, words lost in the jumble of your frightened thoughts. Instinctively, you slide back as he approaches, the cold metal chains clinking as your throbbing back slams against the wall.
“You remember me, don't you?” His voice is smooth, almost casual, but you can hear the malice underlying each word. “You stabbed me.” He emphasizes the word, his eyes gleaming with a sinister delight.
“I-I'm sorry,” the words tumble out as a weak whimper.
“Oh, I know you’re sorry.” Derek’s tone is mockingly sympathetic as he crouches in front of you, his face inches from yours. “But an apology won’t quite cut it, will it? No,” he shakes his head slowly, his words sending a shiver of dread through your spine.
You press back against the wall, trying to disappear into its cold embrace. The chill from the varnished wood floors beneath you seeps deeper into your bones, mirroring the cold dread that fills you as he leans closer. His presence suffocates, looming over you, chained and vulnerable.
Without a word, he reaches for your ankles, pulling sharply to straighten your body along the cold floor. The chains at your wrists tighten as your arms twist and pull at your shoulders. The metal is cold and unforgiving against your bruised skin as your joints are stretched to their limits.
"You know... I've thought long and hard about what I wanted to do to you once I got you here." Derek says, towering over you. He reaches around in his suit pockets and then produces a small bottle filled with a clear liquid and a sleek silver lighter. "Here, we won't run out of time," he adds, his eyes gleaming as he holds up the items for your inspection.
"If you don't die too soon, at least." With a chilling smirk, he swiftly slams his foot down hard on your stomach, the polished dress shoe pressing cruelly into your flesh.
You gasp, air whooshing out of your lungs, pain splintering through your body like shattered glass. Your eyes water, a silent scream etching itself into the frozen air as you struggle futilely against the icy hold of the chains. The weight of his shoe pins you helplessly as he unscrews the bottle's cap.
"Wh—" Your breath catches in your throat as the acrid scent of alcohol permeates the air. He grinds his foot deeper into your soft stomach, eliciting a pained grunt from your lips.
"Let's see how long you last," he muses, his words slithering through the air and sending waves of panic crashing over you.
With a chilling calmness, he begins drizzling the alcohol over your breasts; trailing a cold, wet path across the marred skin. Some drops seep into your fresh wounds, making your muscles tense involuntarily.
"No, please— Wait!" you plead, your voice cracking as each breath is laced with the sharp tang of isopropyl alcohol.
As Derek lowers the lighter to your chest, his eyes alight with a perverse pleasure. With a flick of his thumb, a small flame dances to life and the liquid ignites a blazing inferno upon your writhing body. For a fleeting moment, there's a bizarre sensation of warmth that tickles your skin, almost deceivingly gentle. But this warmth rapidly morphs into a deep, searing pain.
Within seconds, the ticklish sensation escalates into an unbearable burning. Your skin reacts violently to the intense heat, the pain magnifying as the fire consumes the alcohol-soaked area. The room fills with the acrid smell of burning as you scream, raw and guttural.
The sound of his laughter mingles with your cries as the flames dance hungrily across your tender breasts. You instinctively try to recoil, but the chains and the weight of his foot, hold you mercilessly in place.
"Awww... I could listen to you squeal like that all day," Derek taunts, his voice dripping with amusement as he watches the flames. "But I want this to last."
Abruptly, he shifts his stance, lifting his foot from your stomach and bringing it down sharply onto the flames on your chest. The polished shoe crushes the fire against your skin, smothering the flames with a series of swift, brutal stomps. The heat retreats as quickly as it had erupted, leaving behind a suffocating smoke, the grotesque smell of charred skin, and the lingering scent of alcohol.
Derek observes the aftermath with a twisted satisfaction, his shoe leaving a grim imprint on your abused flesh. Leaning down, he grips your face harshly, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to meet his gaze. "You look good when you're crying," he murmurs, a malicious smirk twisting his lips.
Before you can respond, he presses his foot down on the side of your face, turning your head sharply to the side. His other hand uncaps the bottle once more, and he begins dousing the other side of your face and neck with alcohol.
Muffled cries escape your lips, distorted and desperate, as Derek's shoe presses firmly against your cheek, pinning you to the hard floor. You struggle to breathe, each gasp a laborious effort as panic claws at your throat. Your sounds of distress are smothered under his force, reduced to whimpering that barely breaks the tense air of the room.
Leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear, Derek taunts, "What was that, bitch? Did you say something?" He pauses, feigning a moment of thoughtful consideration before his voice hardens. "Ah, you want me to burn your pretty little face, is that it?" With a cruel smirk, he straightens slightly, the pressure momentarily easing from your face before he shifts his stance.
"You really shouldn’t ask for things you don’t want," he murmurs darkly as he once again produces the sleek silver lighter. His fingers play over the metal, teasing the flame to life with a swift flick.
Holding your gaze with his, he lowers the flame deliberately towards the alcohol-soaked side of your face. The fire catches instantly and the heat sears your skin as it ignites. The initial warmth is swiftly overwhelmed by a sharp, engulfing pain that races across your flesh. As the flames lick upwards, the tips of your hair catch fire, adding a horrifying, crackling sizzle to the dreadful orchestra of your shrieking. Your cries intensify; a visceral reaction to the unbearable sensation of your skin and hair burning.
With deliberate cruelty, Derek shifts again, his shoe coming down hard on the burning side of your face. The sudden pressure extinguishes the flames and the harsh grind of his sole against your charred cheek sends a new wave of pain through your body. As he steps back, the smell of burnt hair and skin lingers nauseatingly in the air.
The room falls silent for a moment, save for your heavy, ragged breathing and the occasional clink of chains. Derek eyes the damage with a perverse sense of accomplishment. "Look at you now. Not so pretty anymore, are you?" he sneers.
He suddenly grabs your ankles and pushes them uncomfortably over your body so your toes touch the floor behind your head. The harsh and sudden movement forces you into a vulnerable and painfully distorted position. "Mmm, but your cute noises got me all excited," He purrs, fumbling with the zipper of his dress pants. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he peers down at you from between your thighs, his cock freed from the confines of his boxers.
"Now, beg for it," Derek demands, his voice low and commanding. "Beg for me to fuck you."
You swallow hard, your throat tight with fear and revulsion. You bite back a cry, clenching your eyes shut.
His hands, now gripping the backs of your thighs, push your knees even further towards your chest. The movement is so forceful that a sharp yelp escapes you despite your resolve.
"I said beg, slut" he repeats, his brows furrowing. "You were quick to beg for my cock out there in the desert; let's hear that desperation again, right here."
You turn your eyes away from his gaze, a small act of defiance against his demands. However, the cruel delight in his eyes intensifies as he reaches beside him, retrieving the sleek silver lighter once again. His fingers play over the metal deliberately as he watches your eyes widen with renewed fear. The small flame springs to life with a click, its glow reflecting ominously in his turquoise eyes.
"Or," he murmurs, the flame now hovering dangerously close to the sensitive skin between your legs. "I could burn you where it'll hurt most."
Panic claws at your chest, your heart hammering wildly as the heat from the flame prickles your inner thigh. The threat is clear and imminent, pushing you to the brink.
"Please, Derek," your voice trembles, the horror of the situation squeezing the air from your lungs. "Please fuck me... I'll do anything. Just don't burn me again... please."
The words tumble out of your mouth, broken and raw, the shame of hearing your own voice reduced to such desperation echoing within you. Derek's smirk widens in response, a twisted satisfaction lighting up his eyes.
The flame suddenly licks across the tender skin of your vulva, causing you to scream in pain. "Oops," he says nonchalantly, watching as the small burn mark forms.
"No, please, stop it!" you cry out shakily, tears welling in your eyes. "Please... anything but this,"
"Hah! I like really that pathetic look on your face," he sneers, the flame flickering dangerously close one last time before he snuffs it out.
With a cruel smirk, he deliberately spits on your clenched hole, the warm liquid landing with a sickening splatter. You recoil in disgust, waves of shame and humiliation crashing over you. "I knew you'd be begging for me to fuck you," Derek chuckles, leaning close as his hot breath brushes against your burned face.
He positions himself at your entrance, the smirk never leaving his face. he taunts, pushing forward without any gentleness. The discomfort is immediate, intensifying the mix of pain and humiliation already consuming you.
He curses under his breath as he slides into you, the ring of muscles gripping tight around him. His fingers squeeze into your hips, anchoring him as he moves with ruthless intent.
"That's it, cry," he whispers harshly in your ear, each word punctuated by another forceful movement. His laughter is low and dissonant, mixing with the sound of your choked sobs. He thrusts harder, his body pressing down on yours with a cruel weight.
"I love hearing you like this," Derek hisses, his breath hot against your neck. The pain from the burns and his brutal handling makes each moment excruciating. Your vision blurs with tears, the room spinning as you struggle to find any semblance of control over the situation.
Suddenly, Derek stops, pulling back slightly to look down at you with a twisted grin. "You know, I think you enjoy this. All this pain, the humiliation. It's what you deserve, isn't it?" His words cut deeper than any physical wound, his voice dripping with cruelty.
You gasp for breath, trying to form words, to deny his accusations, but the pain overwhelms you, stealing your voice.
Without warning, his hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are cold, devoid of any humanity as he scrutinizes your tear-streaked face. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a low growl. "I want to see your pain."
You stare back at him, your eyes wide with fear. Derek’s face inches is from yours as he resumes his movements; slow and deliberate now, watching your reactions with sick satisfaction.
The room fades around you, your senses dulled by the overwhelming pain and fear. You feel disconnected, as if watching the horror unfold from outside your own body. Derek's voice, his harsh breaths, and the cold chains become distant sounds, muffled by the roaring in your ears.
As he continues, his grip on you tightens, his body pressing down with oppressive weight. "You’re mine, my property," he whispers, each word a venomous promise. "No one can hear you here. No one will save you."
You struggle to focus on anything but the pain, the burning sensation that seems to consume every inch of your being. Your thoughts spiral out of control and your body feels like it's being torn apart. Derek leans forward, bracing himself on one arm as he thrusts deeper, harder.
Finally, his movements grow erratic, his breaths coming faster as he nears his release. His lips nearly touch your ear as he delivers a final, chilling message. "Remember this pain," he murmurs. "It’s only the beginning."
With those words, Derek finishes inside, his body shuddering above you. You feel his warmth fill you as he slowly pulls out, sliding free with a wet, sucking sound.
He stands, fixing his clothing with quick, efficient movements, never looking back at you. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone in the suffocating silence of the room.
You lie there, aching and broken, the tears drying on your cheeks. The chains rattle faintly as you shift, the cold metal a harsh reminder of your captivity. In the silence, your mind whispers a vow, a flicker of defiance in the darkness: somehow, you will survive this. You must.
#can u tell that 'you played with fireworks' was my favourite ending :3c#new kink unlocked#waa sorry this took FOREVER#derek goffard#tpof derek#derek goffard x reader#tpof derek x reader#tw noncon#tw fire
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"Kill him."
Jay balked at the order and took a step back, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his ankle as it pulled against the ball and chain. He glanced at the man in front of him, then to the djinn who spoke from next to him, "What?"
Nadakhan smirked before grabbing Jay's hair and pulling his head back to look at the man kneeling in front of them. "Kill him."
Paling, Jay shook his head, crying out from the tightened grip in his hair. "No! He's just a civilian!"
The man shook in front of them. He was a normal man, with a suit and tie as if he was about to go to work. Minor scrapes lined his face likely from the tussle or from being dragged aboard, but otherwise he really just looked like a normal guy. His eyes were blown wide in fear and his hands rattled against their chains as his pupils flickered between the lightning ninja and the djinn.
"Did I say it was a request?" Nadakhan mused, shoving Jay forward so that he'd trip over the chain on his ankle. He waited until the boy looked back at him before pulling out his sword, smiling wickedly as Jay's eyes widened at the screams from his friends that ensued. "Do it or I do the same to your friends as I did to you."
Jay's breath hitched, his eyes focused on the sword. "B-but what did he do? There has to be a reason you want me to ki-"
"You forget, my little canary," Nadakhan whispered, dissapearing and reappearing next to Jay's ear, "that we are pirates. We kill who we want to kill. And now you--" he flicked at the eyepatch crusted with dried blood on Jay's face, making the latter shiver, "--are a pirate too."
"I am not a pirate!" Jay snapped, wrenching away from the djinn and backing away, dragging his chain with him. He threw his hands protectively in front of the shaking man, who seemed to calm slightly at the action. "I am a ninja! I was trained to protect!"
Nadakhan watched him, smiling, before shaking his head and tutting. "Oh, Jay." He turned to Flintlocke behind him. "Prepare two more sets of chains. We are about to have two more guests, the fire and ice ones."
The ship was silent as Flintlocke hesitated, glancing at Jay then back at his captain, before sighing and giving the signal. Two pirates rushed downstairs to prepare what the captain had ordered.
"No!" Jay screamed, throwing himself forward and landing in the arms of the djinn. He fought against the grip, grabbing for the blade that held his brothers, his heart wrenching every time he heard their screams. Tears stained his face as he desperately struggled against the four arms around him. "You can't!"
"I can." Nadakhan mused, grabbing Jay by his throat and throwing him back to the ground with a shout. "But you can help them." He tossed a knife down with him.
Freezing, Jay stared down at it, curling away from it at first before slowly turning to look at the man.
His more relaxed stance hadn't changed, and he gave a small smile to the ninja. "Don't worry kiddo, I know you won't kill me."
Jay's breath hitched and his eyes turned back to the knife at his feet, then at the sword in the djinn's hands. He slowly stood up, grimacing at the creaks in his bones, and straightened, kicking the knife away. The man let out a sigh of relief and Nadakhan raised an eyebrow in amusement.
But Jay wasn't done. He turned to the djinn, holding his hands out. "Break the chains. Let me use my power."
Nadakhan paused, before bursting into deep laughter, throwing his head back in absolute glee. "I see! How noble of you!" He grinned and snapped his fingers, the chains on Jay's wrists and ankle instantly breaking in two.
Jay sighed in relief as he felt his electricity coursing through his veins again and couldn't help but let out a few sparks, the current running across his skin. The sky darkened above him as his element rejoiced his return. He looked back at Nadakhan, who was patiently tapping the sword at his waist. He knew that Jay wouldn't do anything, not as long as his brothers are in there. Jay cursed under his breath and turned back to the man, who this time stiffened, eyes turning upwards in a confused expression.
"Kiddo?"
Jay burst forward with immeasurable speed and placed his hands on the man, sending thousands upon thousands of volts running through the man's body, right through the heart, frying the brain, shutting down every nerve and every organ. It had happened so quickly, he had made sure the man wouldn't feel a thing, and he fell over at Jay's feet, smoking from every pore in his body.
The master of lightning cried out at the feeling beneath his fingers, the feeling of death. The feeling of something so alive turning off like a power switch. He desperately kneeled by the man, feeling for a pulse, a small shock, anything.
He knew he could recessitate him, he knew he could make his heart start beating again.
But he didn't.
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Once again I am not very good at writing however I had this thought and had ot get it out. Basically I was just thinking about how what if Nadakhan didn't just want Jay to lose his ninja-hood but also to become a pirate. What if, after Skybound, for some strange reason, Jay doesn't have as much irks about killing than the other ninja?
(this is also based off of the fact that, in the actual skybound, you see jay thrust at a guy with the sword with EVERY INTENTION TO KILL HIM and then gasp in surprise when his soul dissapeared in the sword each time. Hmmm)
#ninjago thoughts#ninjago#ninjago jay#ninjago fanfiction#jay walker#skybound#ninjago skybound#sharkwrites#tw blood#but not much dw
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A Wedding & It's Muse / Ouat Au series ⚔️
Pairing: Snow!Amelia x Prince!Nicholas
Extra characters/mentioned: May Parker, The Pirate Gang, King Alexander, Darcy Lewis etc
Notes: Right off the bat I'mma say this is angsty and fluffy.
Timeline: Flashbacks
Summary: Every visit has their story, this one meant a sweet like surprise at the end of some kind. In another words, Nik and Mia decided to see May at her cabin.
Season: 2
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"You ready?"
"Hm? Yeah."
He looked over his shoulder, seeing his bride to be stepping out of their shared home in the cabins dressed in her brown jacket, cream color pants and boots. Her hair was deemed shorter and her makeup was blushed on like it was nothing.
It was a contrast to his darker browns and creamy reds he was wearing. His hair was slightly longer than usual, he liked it that way, and he was wearing his famous chains around his neck, along with his rings.
Today was a day, Nicholas didn't believe he would ever get.
Meeting the parents.
Yes, he has met his friends parents when he was a child, but this was completely different. It was the mother of the bride. May Parker. He has heard stories, seen photographs of her and even used the women's jewelry to find his way back home multiple times. But he never once met her.
He was nervous, he tried not to show yet, but his wife bride knew. She knew he was nervous, it's way she made him tea that morning to calm the nerves and kept a hand on the small of his back, rubbing circles to comfort him the whole way to her mother's house.
God! He shouldn't be nervous to meet her but here he was scared out his mind. What if Ms Parker hates him? What if he overhears her telling her daughter she made a mistake choosing him? What if-
"Honey."
Nicholas looked down at his bride who's kind yet soft smile meet his eyes. She gave him a reassuring smile that seemed to ease him a bit.
"What's on your mind?" She asked, as they walked along the path.
"Hm? Oh no, nothing..just thinking.." He replied, holding the horse's reins as he loops his fingers around it.
"I know your lying, you're nervous..tell me what's wrong."
He sighed, "..okay, I um, I'm scared about meeting your mother. What if she hates me? I mean, come on, my brother is pure evil, so she might think that-"
"She won't. She knows, you're not some mad titan or some horrible prince who stole my heart." She replied, reassuring him.
"There are posters with my face on it."
"So? My mother is kind, caring and deeply protective of her daughter. She would know from my letters that if you were wrong for me."
"She knows about me?! Luv, what did you say?"
"Only that you fought for me, helped give us a home...and how you're loyal to those you care about."
"You didn't tell her...about the part where I broke your heart right?"
"No! And you did for good reason. Hey, she will love you. Just be yourself, okay?"
"Okay, love."
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And somehow Snow was right.
Because the moment, they walked the path and found the small house, he was met with the sight of timeless devoting care. May Parker was reading a book at the front of the house, looking once she heard their horse, Maximums, footsteps and her daughter's calls. She put her book away and stood up, to bring herself into Amelia's embrace as two hugged.
For Nicholas, he saw the ease in her face when she looked at him. May smiled kindly, fixing her bangs and took his hand gently into her own as she greeted him. Her smile was so soft, he swear he melted into her embrace. He also saw where Mia got her look's from. Both women were breathtaking as they led him inside the house, leaving Max outside to enjoy the fresh breeze and a couple of carrots.
Once inside, Mia beside him with a comfort hand on his shoulder talking to her mother. Nicholas got every other word that came out of her mouth as he listened to the two talk. He chuckled hearing their laughs, as he slowly involved himself into the conversation.
At some point Mia went out back to check on Maximum and collect extra water from the well, leaving him and May alone. Which lead Nicholas back to sitting awkwardly in front of his future mother-in-law.
May poured him another glass of water and said, "So, now that she's gone. I wanna know about my future son-in-law."
"Oh no, ma'am, th-there isn't mu-much for me to ev-even say, really..I um just some prince.." He replied, taking a big gulp of water.
"You don't seem like a prince to me, honey."
"Ma'am?"
"I mean, your eyes are of a prince and your background seems to be of one as well. But your soul isn't filled for the royal class."
"I uh..I am sorry to disappoint then..ma'am.."
"First, you can call me May. And secondly, it's not disappointing, it's inspiring. Your soul is meant for the sea. For adventurous minds."
That seemed to stop Nicholas, as he heard those words escape May's lips. Yes he is born royalty and after his folks died, he has been on the run from his brother finding adventures elsewhere away from the throne. And when he left those royal clothes, he found himself with pirates, who soon became his friends.
He soon learned he loved to sail, going to pubs, sword fight and live on his own. Hell, he adored search and rescue, getting a treasure as a reward. He loved to explore and embrace the more curious side of things as a pass time.
No one where said anything about that to him before. And here stood May seeing right through him, as a pirate prince.
A smile grew on his lips.
"Can you adopt me?" Nicholas said out of the blue, chuckling as he did.
May chuckled, "Well no. But we are gonna be family so, you're in luck, I got a space here for you."
"I gotta ask, how did you..know?"
"About the sea part?"
"Y-yeah.."
"My husband had a friend who loved the sea, despite being a farmer. He used to go to the harbor and just take it all in."
"Well I'll be damn..well you should also know, I am a swordsman and I fighter.."
"I know. My daughter said from your letters that your crafty with that sword of yours."
"Ah well, I try. Speaking of your daughter, I promise that I will treat her right and that I will be a good son in law to you..even if I mess up.."
May just smiled. She could tell he had a lot of things on his mind and his past wasn't so bright, but he was willing to make an effort to do good in this world. Bring a spark of light back to the surface, despite him having to work twice as hard to earn it.
The two of them kept chatting, sharing stories about their lives and so much more. By the time Mia returned, May brought out her famous pies, which resulted in the prince of light to dig into the savory sweet treat. His bride laughed, but soon shut her mouth the moment he stuffed a piece of blueberry pie in her face. She hummed wiped the blueberry treat of her lips and took another pie.
To May Parker, they looked like a couple of children enjoying her homemade food. She chuckled shaking her head at the pair, not seeing a princess of fairness and the prince of light who fought to be together, but a girl and boy giggling in peace. She left them to go outside and check on her flowers, telling the couple she will be back later.
"I like your mom." Nicholas said, licking his lips before taking another bite of the pie.
She took a sip of water and replied, "Is that so?"
"Yeah. She's all too kind and harmless."
"So you're not scared of her anymore?"
"Nope. She had me speechless and.."
"And what?"
"And had me realized how beautiful you're gonna be when older."
"Oh shut up!"
She playfully pushes his shoulder as he laughed.
"I'm serious you're mom is stunning and I know your gonna be smoking hot as-!" He exclaimed grinning.
"Don't finish that sentence!" She laughed taking another bite of pie.
"Okay, okay, in all seriousness, meeting your mom made me remember how it felt to have one. And I am so lucky you're gonna be wife."
"Aww, baby, I promise you this. We will visit my mother more often if possible, or you can write her letter too, if you like."
"I'll love that. Remind me to thank her later for the warm welcome too."
"Noted."
Before the two of them can wash up and head upstairs to unpack, they heard a piercing scream and the sound of grunts followed behind it. Nicholas pushed past the doors and rushed outside, as Amelia followed gasping at the sight.
Five knights rushing around invading their private moments. Nicholas took a sword and went to fight them, Amelia grabbed her crossbow as she yelled for her mother to run off. May nodded and ran away as quick as she could.
The couple fought as the knights, to the best of their abilities. Amelia shoot one in the back and escaped the grasped of another, huffing as she did.
By the time Amelia looked up, she saw Nicholas already slaying the solider and his men. She winced the way he cracked the neck of one and killed the other two. He looked inside the wagon with the horses, to make sure none of them were hiding.
But there was none.
Another silent scream was heard.
The two rushed over to the where the flowers were, Amelia kneeling over to gentle get her mother to stand. He noticed his mother-in-law was huffing and whining, holding her chest.
Nicholas thought quickly, seeing May Parker was shot in the chest and bleeding out, he gently rested her in said wagon hearing the older women humming deeply. He knew she needed to be comfortable.
"Wh-how..who could've done this?" Amelia said, using whatever cloth in the carriage to apply pressure to her mother's wound.
"You know who, love, my brother. Might even be Shaw." He said, unsure which of the two, but seeing the dark horses he knew, "..yeah, my brother.."
"Why would Alexander..?"
"He hates us that's why.."
"H-how can we..how can we help her?"
Nicholas rested his hand on top of May's giving it a gentle squeezed as she smiled softly at him. He knew he needed to try something, even if he failed. He told them about a lake once used to heal others, it was a tale and there might no real spell but he had to hope for something. Amelia was hesitating to do so, not wanting to risk a trip and rather just find another solution but one look from her groom told her to have some kind of hope.
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So then the three were off. Max wheeled the wagon, as Nicholas steered the way to the lake. Amelia was sitting inside the carriage, patting her mother's forehead with a cloth and applying pressure.
May mumbling words and getting the others to talk with jokes, and thoughts on her mind. She hated the silence.
"..tell me about your wedding..h-have you two started planning a date?" She asked softly.
"No, mama, we haven't. I don't even have a dress made yet." Amelia admitted with a soft chuckle.
"Me and your father got married in our second hand clothes..we just needed each other..you can use our rings for that.."
"N-no, mama, they are yours to keep."
"Have you picked out a cake?"
This time Nicholas spoke up, "I keep suggesting on soft angel cake but the missus wants classic vanilla."
"I like angel cake.." May said softly.
"Me too! And I might have to add your pie to our list of treats."
"That would be nice..I would like chicken at the wedding and white rice..oh! And flowers!"
"What kinds? I saw daisies in your front yard."
"Oh no, the daisies were from a friend..Darcy Lewis..I like..I like orchids."
"So did my mother. She liked sunflowers too."
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Mary chuckled softly, hissing and growing weak over time. Thankfully Max arrived just in time to the area where the lake was supposed to be. However when the two climbed off the wagon to go searching for water, they found the lake was deemed as empty.
Barely any water left.
Amelia hurried scooping up whatever water she could into a bottle, hoping it would work to save her mother. Or at least buy them more time with her.
Nicholas was gently patting his mother-in-law's forehead and softly smiled, "How are you feeling?"
"Tired..weak..my chest hurts.." She responded, clearing her throat smiling back.
"I bet you are. Look, May, I apologize for today..if-if I known my brother was going to look for me, I would've scouted the area before and.."
"Hey, you couldn't have imagined this to happen..it's not your fault, none of it is.."
"But..you're badly hurt.."
"It's okay..and I'm not afraid to end my life this way.."
"No, no your gonna be alright. Just breathe.."
"How much do you want to live at life with my daughter?" She asked suddenly changing the topic.
"W-what..?" He muttered.
"How much are you willing to do so be happy?"
"Whatever it takes, I'll try my best.."
"Start with the thing you like to do so most..what is your favorite thing?"
"..uh..um, when I child, I used to draw a lot..and sing..I haven't done a lot of it lately.."
"And return to those hobbies, my dear. Aside from your skills like fighting, your strength comes from your art..am I right?"
He nodded in response, smiling softly, "..y-yeah, it is. I hope to one day paint so much as possible.."
"..maybe you might show my grandchildren a thing or two about that..but it all starts with you.." May added smiling.
Amelia returned once again, holding the amount of water she was able to collect, requesting for her mother to drink it slowly. May nodded drinking the water from the lake, taking a deep breath as she did.
Amelia knew it wasn't much but she hoped for the best, waiting for the results. Her mother's color started to come back slowly and her labored breaths subsided for a bit. She chuckled softly at the results, yet she stilled worried. Nicholas smiled to himself, readying the wagon for their journey back.
She sat beside her mother, "..mama, how do you feel?"
"A little better..but not the best right now.." May respond.
"No shit, you got shot, ma."
"N-not funny."
"Sorry, I just hope your okay.."
"I will be..knowing you're gonna be happy.."
"I am happy.."
"Cause you will be marrying your prince."
"Is that how you felt when you married dad?"
"Oh yeah, I married my prince..well, he was more like a knight in shining amor.."
She chuckled at her mother's light joke. She knew her mother's stories and jokes were a way to keeping the memories light, even if they might feel sad.
Her mother was dying, she knew it..
"..mama I am sorry..so-so sorry.." Amelia said, as tears started to appear.
"Hey, no, shh. Don't be.." May said, placing a hand on her cheek, "Don't cry.."
"But..but your not getting better..and we let you get shoot and..and.."
"Shh, it's not your fault..it didn't know it would happen. And I'm not mad at you."
"But those..and the lake wasn't enough.."
"Hush my darling..promise me, you will save me a seat at the wedding."
"Y-yes mama..yeah.."
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It was getting late, very late, and the older women wasn't getting any mother.
The pair knew it like the back at their hand.
There was this painted feeling in Snow's chest at the thought of her mother going to the stars and this being her last time seeing it. It took all her strength not to let tears show, as she played with her mother's hair braiding it as she heard May talk.
She smiled hearing her mother speaking her thoughts out in the open, as if letting the nature know she was one with them.
Nicholas was quietly smiling, listening to his mother-in-law talk to them, as he chuckled holding the reins of the horses. He only met the women yet he felt like she was a memory coming back to life. One he won't forget.
She kissed her mother's forehead listening to the wind and watching the sun set below the trees. Despite it all, Amelia wasn't too scared of watching mother join the skies.
However, she couldn't shake the feeling of her mom not being at her wedding. When she became a princess, she vowed her mother would watch her get another chapter to her story and inspire her next move.
And that's what she wanted to do.
"Stop the wagon." She said, looking up to face the front of the carriage.
"What?" Nikolai exclaimed softly.
"I said stop the wagon, darling."
"Why? We're almost home to your mother's house."
"Let's get married."
"Excuse me?!"
That caught a gentle laugh from May.
"Let's get married. Today!" Snow repeated.
That's when Nikolai stopped the carriage and whipped his head around to say, "Are you insane?!"
"I fell for you, didn't I?"
"I-that's not the point! We can't get married, not now, I mean!"
Nikolai thought for a moment onto what she meant, looking around at the forest they were in and the fact that they were alone. No bad brothers, not knights on their tail, no weird friends or foes. Not even magic to stop them.
Yes, he wanted to have a grand ol' wedding with their friends around, dressed in their best clothes, guards around the castle around to protect them and a brand new home waiting for them to enter.
But then again, all he needed was a kind moment with her to seal the deal and make her his wife. Aside the fact that his mother-in-law was dying, it was somehow peaceful. Here, he stood with no worries about threats or fears in front of them.
"Let's do it." He said after a moment.
"Really?" She asked, wanting to confirm his words.
"Yes, yes, let's get married right here, right now."
The pair grinned, leading the carriage to a spot that was all too wonderful. They were surrounded by greenery, flowers such as tulips, daisies and orchid, there was a small lake that shinned behind them allowing the reflections of the sun set to play above.
There was no one to marry them, but it didn't matter.
A couple feet away was Max as his rein were connected to the wagon that held May gently applying pressure to her wound, as if the pain wasn't there at all. As she was deemed to be at peace with the sight in front of her.
In front of her stood, her daughter and son-in-law, holding hands standing in front of their makeshift arch, saying their vows to one another. The two of them were chuckling and grinning, shaking their heads as the words escaped their lips.
Most of the words were inaudible to her, catching every other word possible, as it seemed so beautiful and intimate to her eyes.
"I do."
"I do."
Nikolai smiled leaning in to press his lips softly against her very own as she hummed in respond resting her hands against his chest. They held one another close sealing the deal, pronouncing each other as husband and wife in their minds.
May watched seeing the two smile, to utterly in love, as the kiss seemed to be a mix of love, strength and wishful thinking all meshed into one. It reminded May of her wedding day years ago with her husband, knowing Ben Parker, Nikolai’s mother and all the angels above were watching this ceremony in glee.
She smiled as her eyes slowly closed, allowing that to the last sight her eyes gazed upon. She let out a exclaimed breath, as if telling the world she was now ready to join the others in the sky tonight..
..So still.
So bright.
When Amelia and Nikolai parted lips, resting in another's arms, their shoulders dropped looking over at the view of May.
She was resting peacefully..
Their muse.
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Ahh so that’s what I got for this season 2 flashback fic. I hope you like it.
Tell me what you think in the comments below!
Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @thecavalrywife @cherrysft and etc
#ouat au#once upon a time#once upon a time au#ouat s2#once upon a time fanfiction#ouat fanfiction#ask missparker#aunt may#angsty fluff#thomas doherty#danielle campbell#marvel oc#shadow and bones oc#flashback fic
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~Flipped Coins~
-In My Arms-
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It is only when Kurapika is right in front of him once more that Chrollo realises something-- his new obsession is much more dangerous than he previously assumed. Oh well, He muses, All the more interesting for me.
"I didn't expect you to have you guard down this low." Chrollo smirked, staring down at the extremely drunk Kurta. "You've really been letting yourself go, huh."
Chrollo sits down on the bed beside him. Kurapika groans, flinching away from his touch as Chrollo runs gentle fingers through his hair. For a moment, his aura expands, grip tightening-- but the hostility is gone as abruptly as it came.
"I should hate you." Chrollo sighs. But looking at the young Kurta now, so vulnerable and fucking fragile, Chrollo can't help but feel... attraction? It's not romantic. He isn't really capable of loving, especially those not positively affiliated with the Spider. However, it's close to it. It's like loving a concept, an entity, rather than an actual human being. After all, what are human beings but concepts given physical form.
To be fair, he anticipated more resistance than a frail chain jail shakily aimed. Yet, now he doubts the chain user even recognises him.
"Chain user," He mumbles softly, fingers now sliding down his extremely pale cheek. "Tell me about your nen ability."
Kurapika gasps, something close to a sob escaping his grasp. "No... I-"
"Shhh. It's okay. I won't hurt you." And for once, Chrollo means it. Almost.
Kurapika seems to calm down. "I made it to- I made it to-" His eyes shine a faded scarlet. "-defeat the Spiders... but-"
"But what?"
"Nooo..." Kurapika grumbles, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Weak hands push away at Chrollo's fingers. Chrollo takes one, pushing a soft kiss at the knuckles, before tightening his grip on them.
Kurapika whimpers, feeling bone grind against bone.
"Tell me more." Chrollo's voice is honey-sweet.
"The ability... I can only use it against the- against the- Spiders. If I don't... I'll- I'll die. And and and..." He trails off, eyes fluttering shut. Does this mean he recognises him as a Spider?
Doesn't matter. "One more thing, Kurapika. Just one more." He keeps his hold iron-tight.
"One more..." Kurapika echoes. "It forces them into... like that... like that big guy. It's- it's Zetsu."
"The chain forces its victim into a state of zetsu?"
"Mhm." Chrollo relishes the quiet sigh that slips out of Kurapika's mouth as he lets go of his hand.
"Good." He only has one last condition left. Easy enough. Firmly, he takes the other hand, pressing its palm on the cover of Bandit's Secret.
Kurapika grunts as the nen is swiftly poured out of him and into the book. The cross on Chrollo's forehead pulses as he flips through the book. The Kurta's ability is imprinted on a fresh page.
Gently, Chrollo picks Kurapika up, keeping him close in his arms. Together, they exit the shabby motel and Chrollo places the now-unconscious man in the rear seat of his shiny red sedan.
The first part of his plan has been successful.
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#mewrites#hunter x hunter#hxh fanfic#fanfiction#chrollo lucilfer#kurapika kurta#chrollo x kurapika#kurapika x chrollo#krkr
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♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?
or:
♡ — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?
Life Philosophy HCs | not accepting
♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing? (also sent by @princepsumbra | second question answered here )
I waffled for a bit on the answer to the first part of this question, but I think the answer is no. I look at Gregory for pieces of Griss' personality and while most of his dealings with "change" involve meeting a different version of someone he knows, I think his support chain with Rafal highlights that he can still find a thread of familiarity in others even after they've had some massive turning point. In other words, an individual might change masks, but they'll always be the same person underneath. As a result, I think Gregory is prone to acting on assumptions, and these assumptions only reset in cases like his supports with Mauvier and Alear, where the person he's interacting with really is a completely different person.
Likewise Griss, even after he's quick to call Mauvier a traitor, doesn't really treat him or Veyle like they've changed when they face off for the last time:
(vs Mauvier)
Griss: You come to get revenge? Or were you hoping the Hounds wound take you back? We were a family, Mauvier. That makes us like brothers. No one would blame you for missing us.
Mauvier: I am here to strike you down. I have nothing more to say.
Griss: Geez, a stiff till the end. Guess there's no point in holding back the killing, then.
(vs Veyle)
Griss: So, Lady Veyle! Where's my reward?
Veyle: Reward?
Griss: The real Lady Veyle promised me all the agony my heart could want. I was really looking forward to it! The cold, the severity... But in the end, nothing. Not even a scratch.
Veyle: That Veyle... She's gone now.
Griss: Yeah, 'cause you killed her! So you can't be all bad. Now, you tell me--how are you gonna do it? Kill me, I mean.
I think this is also why he gets blindsided by Zephia's change of heart at the end of chapter 23 after boldly asserting to Alear "I got no plans to switch sides. Not even if we lose. Got it?" He's not committed to protecting the shard. It's clear at this point that he only cares about staying with Zephia, and assumes that she won't switch sides either. And yet... she does.
So that brings me to the second part of this question: do they believe themselves to be capable of changing? The short answer is yes, but this comes with a huge asterisk. Griss has more or less given up his selfhood for god (which is both Sombron and Zephia). This means that he doesn't have to think about change. If god says Be This, he will Be This (fitting into pre-cut shapes is the source of a lifetime of suffering). As far as he's concerned, following orders or commandments, even if they contradict each other, doesn't constitute change of the self. If, at the end of chapter 23, Zephia had decided to give up defense of the shard and join Alear's army instead, Griss would have followed her without a second thought. But he wouldn't have called this his own change of heart. He is and always will be committed to a higher power.
Real change for Griss would be giving up fell worship of his own volition. But to be capable of change, one must be willing to change, and Griss isn't. He's happy (again with a huge asterisk) with who he is, albeit unable to visualize himself living any other kind of life. Pain, at this point, is an integral part of who he is, and he's built his entire personality around all of the twisted meanings he's had to give it in order to survive. To break him of this mindset might do more harm than good.
#rafent#princepsumbra#headcanons#out of character#// thank you both for sending!#// this is sort of rambly but tl;dr griss views people more or less as static entities#// himself included
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5 songs you associate with / remind you of your muse - wen qing edition.
dynasty - rina sawayama
❝ I'm a dynasty
The pain in my veins is hereditary
Dynasty
Running in my bloodstream, my bloodstream
Dynasty
And if that's all that I'm gonna be
Won't you break the chain with me? ❞
楚晴 (jasmine sokko) - 噓 (shh)
❝ Evolving to have a heart of steel,
uncaring of this world's abnormalities
Get in my way, and I will burn down your walls. ❞
people help the people - birdy
❝ People help the people
And if you're homesick, give me your hand and I'll hold it
People help the people
Nothing will drag you down
Oh, and if I had a brain, oh, and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away. ❞
as good a reason - paris paloma
❝ She said,
Every time you are succeeding
There's an old man somewhere, seething
And spite's as good a reason to take his power. ❞
to build a home - the cinematic orchestra
❝ 'Cause, I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust. ❞
#to the master of the eldritch she's a growing bed of thorns. — ( wen qing musings. )#musings makes more sense than headcanons i think....#anyway. heres the wq version!!#not tagging anyone this time but if u want to do it pls do and tag me!!! i wanna see!!!#q.
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the crown and the throne (DiaLovers fanfic // Game of Thrones AU)
he crawls forward || laito, kou, christa
TW: VIOLENCE, SEX CRIME, MENTIONS OF RAPE
It has been two months since Yui was sent off to marry Lord Shin of the House Tsukinami, one month since Ayato was exiled, and two weeks since Laito and Kanato went on their journey to take them back from their so-called prisons.
Prison, huh? Funny 'cause I'm in one now, Laito thought bitterly as he scanned his surroundings.
Chains. Whips. Axe. Swords. Ropes. Poison. Rodents and pests scurry around like witnesses to every torture.
Every imaginable thing he did to his enemies is now being done to him.
What a joke this life is.
Laito thought he got everything planned out. After all, he wasn't called the Spider of the House Sakamaki if he weren't that smart to escape the clutches of their enemies. However, a woman disguised as one of his servants decided to betray him and sell the information about his whereabouts to the Mukami's.
Hence, here he was, all tied up in a cross manner, stripped off with everything except for his lower body. His skin was fresh with slashes and cuts from whipping and every time moves or breathes, he would hiss and grimace at the pain.
Fuck being the pawn of my own game.
While he was deep in thoughts, Lord Kou of the House Mukami skipped his way to the torture chamber, whistling a happy tune as he delighted at the sight of Prince Laito of the House Sakamaki, all battered and bruised from head to toe.
"I see you're doing well," Kou mused, a smirk playing around his lips as he took a closer look. "Maybe I should've overdone it. Though if I did, you won't be able to talk."
Laito chuckled in reply, watching him with an observant gaze. He knows what the Mukami's want. Their house has been appearing to be Sakamaki's friends at first glance, but they're nothing but snakes. As expected from their house symbol.
"You know our house's words, right?" Kou asked. "'None shall pass.' And you Prince Laito did our people dirty."
Laito only snickered at the remark. It wasn't like he didn't put dirt in every household. He's a Spider and pests like him only leave cobwebs and poison in their wake.
"Good thing, our women are loyal allies of the family," Kou remarked wonderfully, then his eyes turned dangerously, adding the words, "... but you touched them. Fornication with a Mukami lady without marriage is punishable under the House, you know."
And the next thing, Kou was holding out a knife in front of Laito's eyes, smiling in evil and glee as he pointed the blade closer to his crotch. Laito masked his fear. He will not give in. There is no such thing as surrendering to the enemies and crying your eyes out while begging for their mercy. He is a Sakamaki, and Sakamaki's never admits defeat.
Because we are fucking proud like that.
"I will spare your life, fifth Sakamaki, in exchange for valuable information. Think of this as a gift of freedom."
Laito spat on Kou's shoe, his saliva mixed with a hint of blood. "Never."
The knife was inched closer to his crotch. "Tell me where Adam went after his exile."
"I will never."
"You should if you know what's good for you."
Laito only chuckled, staring at Kou like he was cracking some sick joke. "I know what's good for me. That's why I won't tell you where Ayato went."
"Very well, then. Here goes nothing."
And then Laito's pants were pulled down from his legs and his manhood was cut off in one slice, blood oozing out as he pretended that it felt nothing. But deep inside his head, he wanted to scream at the pain. Kou barked a laugh at his struggle, mocking a pitiful glare in his way.
"There's more to that, Sakamaki prince."
Laito heard a feminine scream, then his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a mad Christa dragged down by the guards and horrified at his bloodied crotch. She was thrashing around and crying for mercy, even hugging Kou's leg to spare him.
"Spare Karlheinz-sama! Please! I beg you!" Christa shrieked at him, locking her gaze with Laito's, fresh tears streaming down her face.
Laito didn't know if he should pity or get angry at his aunt. All his life, he wanted to damn his pretty face because whenever he stares at the mirror, they would say he got Karlheinz's youthful face. His mother even coerced him with her rotten sexual activities because of the same reason. And now, his aunt, who was filled with madness, sees him also as the same person.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Laito yelled, causing every person in the room to halt their movements. Even Christa seized her crying and finally realized the man wasn't her beloved cousin.
Kou frowned at that, gripping his knife to punish him when the Sakamaki prince only laughed, and it was borderline genuine and evil. Something that threatens them in time.
"Is there something funny, Prince Laito?" Kou inquired, playing with his knife.
"'Take what they owe.,'" Laito remembered their house's words. "Remember it very well. Those are the words of my house, you filthy snakes."
Kou shrugged. "Are you sure about that? As if you can get your revenge."
"You're mistaken. I am not the one getting my revenge."
Now, Kou was confused. "What do you mean?"
"The shadow of death will come knocking one day and you have to pay him well or you'll face the consequences," Laito reminded him, and it doesn't take Kou long before he realized what he meant.
Kou only gave him a hard stare, and the next thing he walked out along with his guards and locked Christa and Laito in their cell. And with them gone, Laito chuckled in delight.
He knew it was only a matter of time before Subaru takes what they were due.
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FFXIV Write, Day 1: Cross
With a heavy sigh, Erichthonius stopped his trekking through Lethe, having long picked up an echo in his footsteps. He'd done his best to ignore it, but now close to his destination he felt it best to get the looming interruption out of the way. "Praxithius, I know you're there," he called out, turning to find the masked black-robed poorly attempting to hide behind a bush.
Brushing themself off, Praxithius wandered forward, catching up to the warder cautiously. "Sorry, I just wanted to see you off. You've been gone so much lately. I hear rumors of the creations they keep down there. When I don't hear from you I fear the worst..."
Erichthonius crossed his arms. "I am the son of Athena and Lahabreha was the one who taught me to shackle. How has that not reassured you in all this time?"
"Because she died..."
The warder winced then looked away, fists balling tight until feeling Praxithius pull one of his hands up and into their chest. "I forget how that weighs on you," the hooded figure apologized.
Erichthonius pulled his hand free then gently threw back his soft-spoken companion's hood, letting their pink bangs flick forward to brush his masked cheek. The warder smiled softly, brushing Praxithius's hair back before lowering their mask, revealing his scared, crystal-blue eyes and freckles. "I think it might be best if we did not have the same person tend to our hair. If you weren't as pale as snow some might mistake us for brothers," he mused, voice softening a bit as the other's worry had subdued his earlier annoyance at being pursued.
Praxithius frowned then rested his palm over the back of the warder's hand, eyes closing as he enjoyed the warmth of his touch. Erichthonius brushed his thumb along his love's freckles then leaned down to steal a kiss. "I cannot be late," he mumbled, face darkening with embarrassment as his ruby eyes scanned the area.
His love kissed him back then, stepping closer. "Just a bit longer. What if something were to happen?"
"Nothing will happen," the warder repeated flatly, gently squeezing the other's cheek before letting go.
Praxithius frowned then lightly clutched at the front of the other's robes, sapphire eyes wide. "Once more..."
Indulging the other Ancient, he rolled his eyes then led them to the shade of a high-rooted tree. Backing Praxithius into the bark he tilted his chin up and kissed him again, much slower and more deliberate, in hopes of satiating his love, and perhaps himself. The shorter male cooed softly, returning tugging on the front of the warder's robes, keeping him close as the embrace lingered. Erichthonius feeling himself slipping into overindulgence soon pulled back, watching the other's crimson face pant and look upon him with a greater need than he had time to fulfill.
"Praxithius, I must go do my duty."
"...for the Star? Surely your father won't miss you an hour more."
Erichthonius lurched back, feeling the heat within him shift from tenderness to rage. "Don't call him that. I don't want to hear of it, even as a joke," he lashed out.
Praxithius recoiled, holding themselves a not as they looked away. "Apologies."
The red-haired ancient exhaled hard through his nose, trying to stifle the rage within, as to not take it out on his love.
"I'm going to go. I'll send word when I'm on respite next," he growled, turning to go.
"Wait...Eric!"
The warder paused at hearing the call of his sweetened name. "I have to go," he repeated.
"I have something for you. Please," Praxithius pleaded, rummaging through his robes before pulling out a pair of chains, one silver, and one gold, with the former having a pocket chronometer and the latter a golden cross. "I had three made for us. If you take the gold piece and fix it into the silver..."
In his hand, Praxithius laid the chronometer flat then inserted the golden cross on top, it into a fitting slot that caused it open. Within, a little version of Elpis spun about and played a little tune. After letting it cycle through a rotation, Erichthonius closed it in the other's palm. "That was very pretty but my chains are heavy as it is.
The freckled Ancient huffed then put the golden chain into Erichthonius's hand. "It's two pieces, you'll take the key and I'll keep the other half."
"Fine," the warder answered, tying the chain to his belt. "Er, thank you...Wait, I actually have that thing I promised you."
Rummaging in his own robes, he pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it over. "It's that thing I was trying to describe last time. I'm apparently in as bad an artist though as a wordsmith. Now I'm leaving, for real this time," he huffed, giving his love one last kiss before hurrying onward.
Praxithius lit up, unfolding the paper to find the etching of what appeared to him as a green squirrel with ruby features. As Erichthonius departed, he heard the pleasant "awwing" over the feral creature, giving him cause for concern over his lover's taste.
#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#anicent#elpis#ffxiv endwalker spoiler#ffxiv rp#ffxiv endwalker#ffxiv oc#pandaemonium#ffxiv pandemonium#ffxiv writing#ffxiv writing prompt#ffxivwrite2022
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MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST: Senritsu Döne
SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.
Karliene - The Unquiet Grave :
Why does thou sit upon my grave, And will dead lips to speak? Why does thou weep upon my grave, And will not let me sleep? My breast it is as cold as clay, My breath is earthly strong, And if you kiss my cold clay lips, Your days they won't be long
Saltatio Mortis - Orpheus :
Die Kraft meiner Lieder, Bringt Steine zum Weinen, Das Spiel meiner Saiten Lässt Nymphen erscheinen, Der Klang meiner Stimme
Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln Des Hades befreit, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln, Des Hades befreit, Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Für dein Glück, Führ' Deine Liebe Ins Licht, Zurück Ins Licht zurück ,Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Dein bestes Lied, Doch dreh dich nicht um,
Was auch geschieht,
Dreh' dich nicht um
The power of my songs makes Rocks cry, The playing of my strings lets Nymphs appear, The sound of my voice Makes birds ashamed out of envy, It has freed you from the chains Of the Hades, Come and sing for me Orpheus, sing for your happiness, Lead your love back to the light, Come and sing for me ,Orpheus, sing your best song, But don't turn around,
Whatever happens
Don't turn around
Saltatio Mortis- Spielmannsschwur :
Der Strick, der uns bindet, Ist noch nicht geflochten, Der Knecht, der uns mordet, Hat noch nicht gefochten. Die Frau, die uns hält,
Ist noch nicht geborn, Das haben alle Spielleut' geschworn. Wir sind wie der Wind, Man sperrt uns nicht ein, Wild und frei, So wollen wir sein. Kein Knast kann uns halten,
Drum schenkt nochmal ein,
Wir sind geboren, um Spielmann zu sein.
The noose that can bind us has not yet been braided, the servant who murders us has not fought yet. The woman who holds us is not born yet, so have all minstrels sworn. We are like the wind, we can't be locked up, wild and free, that's how we want to be. No jail can hold us
so pour another yet again,
we are born to be fiddlers.
Karliene - Far From Any Road :
In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon, I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom, And strange hands halted me, the looming shadows danced, I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands, When the last light warms the rocks, And the rattlesnakes unfold, Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones
JT Music (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden) - Dreaming of Me :
I thought I was already at, The bottom of the bottle, But I never stopped sinking, Then I got washed up in a lost city, It's not pretty, but I got a good feelin', That I'm gonna finally unpack all my baggage, Even if I'm in a sleepwalk, dreamin', I don't wanna know what's in the water, But it's gotta be toxic, And everybody's drinkin', On the brink of a mental collapse, Afflicted with dissonant madness, Wrapped up in tentacles, trapped In a prison or is it a passage? 'Cause whenever I'm closing my eyes, I'm letting her open my mind
To look into the void, I don't have a choice
So I hold my breath 'cause I'm goin' inside
And an extra, because this was kind of depressing;
Schandmaul- der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht :
Der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht
Na und? Na und?
Wer hat mich wohl hier her gebracht
Na und? Na und?
Mein Kopf passt nie durch diese Tür
Na und? Na und?
Wer ist nur diese Frau
Auf deren Brüste ich hier schau?!
Hip hip hurra die Humpen her
Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr
Humpen her hip hip hurra
Wir saufen und wir sind noch da
Hip hip hurra die Humpen her
Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr
Humpen her hip hip hurra
Wir saufen und wir sind noch da
The devil invented Schnaps
So what? So what?
Who the hell even brought me here?
So what? So what?
My head won't fit through the door
So what? So what?
And just who's this woman'
at who's breasts I am looking at??!
Hip hip hurra to the steins
The devil will never take us
To the steins hip hip hurra
We drink heavily and we're still here.
Hip hip hurra to the steins
The devil will never take us
To the steins hip hip hurra
We drink heavily and we're still here.
Tagged By: A little wildbirdie!
Tagging: @bewitchingbaker @swxpped @katikis @rake-rake @ashestxashes @cvrseduzumaki AND YOU NUGGET!
#hunting-songs: headcanon#hunting-songs#*wipes out my medieval german metal albums* READY TO SUFFER?#I lied. the extra song is really not funny or happy at all if you know Senritsus backstory.
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Hi, guys, welcome to my Yu-Gi-Oh OC rp sideblog. :) You can refer to me as Bast/Bastet, Ghost, or Envy! I'll be your host through this wild ride. Also, all likes/follows will come from my main blog.
All rules and character information will be under the "read more" tab. :)
I hope you all have fun with this.
Rules!!! First and foremost, the most important information for all people wanting to interact.
All messages and posts in this blog will be completely in character, unless DMs are questions or posts are about updates. In which case, things will be tagged with OOC at the beginning of the post.
Nsfw is. Just please no. Not on Tumblr. Discord, maybe, but I have to get to know the character and Player first. Steamy romance, jokes, and things of that sort are fine, but no outright sexual content.
All images of my OC, Reza Ketto, will be either things I have commissioned or things I made in avatar makers. I can't draw, guys, cut me a little slack, please.
Please send me things with at least decent grammar and punctuation and spelling. I understand typos, but I need to actually be able to read the stuff.
Also! Please send at least 3-5 sentences for RP. I can't do oneliners or responses that are too short, I won't know how to respond.
Angst is like. My favorite genre ever. So there will likely be quite a bit of that mixed in with silly posts. You have been warned.
All ships must first also present possible chemistry before it is made official. This includes people with canon muses.
More rules will be added as needed. Be sure to check back often.
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Cool, character info now!
Name: Reza Ai Ketto
Age: 16 (main canon of YGO DM), 18 (postcanon)
Sexuality: Bisexual Polyamourous
Gender: Demiboy
Pronouns: He/They
Occupation: Daycare attendant and College student (postcanon)
Physical description: Reza stands at 5'9 and has a fairly lean and fit body with black hair that reaches just past his shoulders and electric blue eyes. He typically wears clothes that fall under an androgynous punk/alt style, including leather harnesses, plenty of belts, collars and chokers, several wristbands and rubber bracelets, spikes, chains, etc. He also wears makeup fairly often, mostly a lot of eyeliner and exaggerated lips. He likes to stand out.
Personality description: He's a pretty laid back guy, and they love kids. As the eldest of 6, they grew up taking care of kids, and so that carries over often. They may seem like they're talking down to people, but they may actually just be trying to deescalate or teach something to someone. He's very kind, but he's also very blunt at times. He doesn't hold his thoughts about things to himself, and if he doesn't like you, you'll know. They try to help everyone, regardless of how they feel about you, too, and this often leads to them burning themselves out. They're also a very fast learner, though they tend to put things off until the last minute.
Background: As a child, Reza was a very gifted child. He was consistently ahead of his peers. However, he was not very active, other than playing games with their younger siblings as they came along. This led to a lot of bullying as a child, and not just from his peers. His siblings were harsh, as siblings are, and his parents did little to stop this. This led to his developing a few different mental illnesses he still struggles with. Despite knowing that the things he's struggling with aren't good for him, he refuses to seek therapy. He went to public school for the majority of his life in a small town near the coasts of Japan, but he eventually moved to Domino for college and better work opportunities. He now studies behavioral sciences and game design, and aspires to be a child psychologist and create games to promote good mental health and habits to build for a healthy lifestyle. He still keeps contact with his family often, despite the verbal abuse from his siblings and lackluster parenting.
• Reza suffers with depression, EDNOS, R-OCD, BPD, and chronic migraines. These things will likely appear in roleplay. This is your warning.
• All posts with content warnings will be tagged appropriately. Feel free to block these tags.
• I am not attempting to glorify or romanticize any of these disorders or illnesses. These come from a place of experience and are simply aspects of the character that are crucial to who they are as a person. If you are struggling, please reach out to a professional who can help you.
•All rps will either take place during Reza's highschool years or during his college. College is postcanon, highschool is during the canon events of DM and S0. He doesn't know about the canon events other than the tournaments that Yugi and Yami participated in that were broadcast on TV. He does not know how to play Duel Monsters, however it is something he has enjoyed watching since his highschool years. He has collected cards, but he does not actually know anything about building a deck. Duels iirp are not available for this reason (and because I don't feel like using online dueling platforms, I prefer physical cards-/lh).
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#did I legit search for that tweet to just grab the image#yes yes I did#LOOK IN MY DEFENSE I KNOW I HAVE NO DEFENSE FOR THIS POINT#*POST#leo#yeah that's not who we are; we are not beautiful ( ches | balo )#musings ( driskell family )#no chains won't hold me down ( musings )#musings ( friends )
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( TAG DROP — pt.1 )
#( OOC. || you're the creator; YOU TRAITOR! )#( MUSINGS. || through the blood of the pen & the stacked coffins. )#( AESTHETICS. || one old song; a thousand memories. )#( IC. || writing happy melodies to hold down my career. )#( SAVE. || so won't you save a prayer for me? )#( CRACK. || this one goes into the Joey Drew callout post. )#( HC. || this one will go back to the recording booth. )#( META. || but at the heart; well the art is heartless. )#( MUSIC. || sing a happy song; whistle a merry tune. )#( PROMOS. || it's time to meet a marvel of light and sound! )#( SELF PROMO. || brought to you in Sillyvision. )#( ASK MEMES. || can I get an AMEN in here? )#( V001. || welcome to the house of unrecognized talent. )#( V002. || even in the lighter side; we sing with delight! )#( V003. || and now the chains are broken; but are you truly free? )
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Tag dump.
#glass half empty. glass half full. either way you won't be thirsty ( musings. )#on the way I saw the places I once loved begin to fade ( aesthetic. )#these chains will not hold me down; they’ll break and fall to the ground ( self. )#can't tame these lions inside ( music. )#hunt down their prey till the bitter end ( starter call. )#one more soul to the call ( ask. )#go forth and have no fear ( meme. )#so we sing of the moon and the face that it hides ( headcanon. )
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Imagine # 731
Words - 1,768
Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)
If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.
Gif credit goes to - Unknown.
Year posted - 2021
Warnings - Smut.
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"You know what you gotta do man, you gotta just go up to her, you know, and you gotta just." Jordan smacked his hands together dramatically, pointing to his sister who was across the way laughing with a friend. "I don't know man." Brad took a long drag of his cigarette, staring at (Y/n). "Are you kidding me?" Jordan laughed while smacking Brad's shoulder dramatically, making Brad laugh a little. "I mean look at her. That woman is a fucking Goddess among men." Brad exclaimed making Jordan laugh. "Come on man, she'll adore you." Jordan reasoned before hollering to his sister. "(Y/n)!" She turned her attention to her older brother upon hearing her name. "Come here." He waved her over, smiling when she complied. "Come on man." Brad chuckled bitterly shaking his head. "What can I do for you Jordan?" (Y/n) rested her hand on her hip, the sun behind her giving her an angelic glow in her white bikini, with gold chains adorning her curves. "I'll tell you what you can do for me, you can park your pretty little ass on my friend here's face and give him the ride of his life." Jordan laughed when she rolled her eyes at him. "Fucking hell." Brad hissed under his breath, thinking she'd never give him the time of day now. To his surprise however she moved to stand in front of him, looking him over before taking a seat across his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Oh hey there." He murmured with a grin tugging at his lips. "Is that what you want baby? You want me to sit on your face?" (Y/n) asked sweetly while tracing his jaw with her fingers. "More than anything." Brad admitted, ignoring the excited laughter coming from Jordan. "Well you'll have to work for it handsome, because unlike my brother will have you believing, I'm not a slut." She hissed the last word before standing from Brad's lap, strutting away with more sway in her hips than usual. "She likes you, normally she'd have tried killin' us both for a comment like that." Jordan smiled at his friend, who looked almost crushed. "She doesn't even know who I am." Brad frowned before taking a heavy drag of his cigarette. "Oh she knows who you are, she asks about you everytime she sees you." Jordan laughed as he lit himself a new cigarette.
---A few hours later---
Walking upstairs Brad rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. "Where you off to cowboy?" (Y/n)'s voice sliced through the music filled air with ease. "Looking for a vacant bathroom." Brad smiled with a chuckle. "Come with me, I've got a room here with a private bathroom." She waved for him to follow, her crimson gown hypnotizing Brad as he followed her closely. "Lock and key." She held up a small key before unlocking her rooms door. "Smart." Brad chuckled as he followed her into the room. "Nice room." He commented as he looked over the extravagant room. "Yeah Jordan likes spoiling me." (Y/n) sighed with boredom. "You don't like being spoiled?" Brad asked with a playful glint in his eyes. "I like being spoiled, but I wanna be spoiled by my man, not my brother." (Y/n) explained with a small grin. "So what your man broke?" Brad asked a little worried she was taken. "Gotta have a man first sweetie, the bathrooms over there." (Y/n) pointed to the bathroom, Brad grinned as he walked to the bathroom, pleased to know she was single.
When Brad exited the bathroom he froze in his tracks, watching as (Y/n) unzipped her gown, letting it to pool at her feet. "So Brad tell me, do you want me to give you the ride of your life?" (Y/n) kept her back to him, teasing him with her black lace bra and pantie set. "Fuck yes." Brad breathed out licking his lips. "I don't do this normally, but I've been watching you for some time now. And I'm so sexually frustrated right now, I don't wanna wait until date four." (Y/n) explained, beckoning him to her. "I won't think any less of you angle." Brad promised as he took ahold of her hips. "Good." She smiled before pulling him down for a heated kiss, moaning into his mouth when he squeezed her ass firmly. "Now get your ass on the bed handsome." She murmured as they pulled apart, playfully smacking his ass. "Yes ma'am." Brad smiled before doing as she said, making himself comfortable on her king size bed. "Remove that pesky shirt of yours for me." (Y/n) insisted as she crawled onto the bed, straddling Brad's thick thighs. Quickly Brad sat up and stripped himself of his shirt, making (Y/n) giggle softly, finding his eagerness incredibly hot. "Mmm look at that." (Y/n) hummed as she stroked her hands up and down his firm chest. "I can't wait to see what you've got waiting for me in here." She mused as she unbuckled his pants. "I thought you were gonna feed me." Brad smiled up at her. "Oh I will, but I'm gonna have some fun first." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants. "Fuck that's beautiful." She murmured at the sight of him, licking her lips as she began stroking him slowly. "I'm glad you like him." Brad sighed heavily when she started dragging her tongue up the underside of his cock. "He's perfect." She smiled up at him before taking him into her mouth, and easing him down her throat slowly. "Fuck." Brad hissed, his head falling back into the pillows. "Just like that baby." Brad praised her, tangling his fingers into her hair. "Fuck you're so hot." Brad continued, as (Y/n) bobbed her head along his shaft. With a moan she eased him out of her mouth, releasing the head of his cock with an audible pop. "Delicious." She winked before climbing up the rest of his body, hovering her cunt right over his face. "Ready for me baby?" She looked down at him, wiggling her hips, teasing him. "I'm starving." Brad growled as he pulled her hips down, licking and nipping at her clothed pussy feverishly. "Ah!" (Y/n) cried out followed my a long moan. "More Brad please." She whined with need, laughing with excitement when he proceeded to tear her panties apart. "Fuck yes!" She bucked her hips as he began feasting on her, leaning forward she began kissing and licking along Brad's stomach, inching closer and closer to his cock. Greedily Brad pushed his tongue deep into her needy cunt, this goatee rubbing against her clit deliciously. "God yes!" (Y/n) cried out blissfully, kissing sloppily along his throbbing shaft. Brad growled against her soaked folds, as she began sucking him off again. (Y/n) bucked her hips softly as her orgasm approached quickly, moaning against his cock as he sent her over the edge.
Pulling him out of her mouth (Y/n) began rocking her hips, drawing out her high as Brad continued to feast on her. "FUCK!" She cried out, the muscles in her stomach contracting almost painfully as he lapped at her overstimulated cunt. "Brad!" She cried resting her hands against his hips, she applied most of her weight forward, attempting to pull away from the greedy man. Brad growled as he took a tight hold of her hips, pulling her back into place as he continued to eat her out. "Oh god I can't!" She cried out as a second orgasm washed over her without warning. "Ah!" She practically screamed as the most intense orgasm surged through her body. "(Y/n) are you okay?" Jordan barged into her room, quickly closing the door when he realized what he was looking at. "Oh my god." (Y/n) panted heavily while Brad licked at her lazily. "Oh my god." She repeated softly when Brad released her hips, allowing her to crawl away. "Holy fuck." She chuckled breathily, as Brad pulled her to lay back, swapping places with her, he made himself comfortable between her legs. "How was that angel?" Brad asked as he brushed back her hair. "I can't feel my legs." She giggled pulling him down for a kiss, moaning when he began sinking his cock into her still aching cunt. "Think you can cum one more time for me angel?" Brad asked as he bottomed out in her. "I'll cum as many times as you want me to daddy." She grinned up at him, the nickname sparking a fire within Brad. "Good girl." He growled as he began thrusting into her vigorously, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each powerful thrust. "Fuck yes daddy!" (Y/n) cried out, clawing at Brads back, encouraging him to fuck her a bit faster. The bed squeaked, the headboard banged against the wall, (Y/n) was a moaning mess, along with Brands grunting and the obscene sound of his balls slapping against (Y/n)'s ass filled the room. "Shit!" Brad growled as he buried his face into (Y/n)'s neck biting at her skin, as he hiked her legs up onto his hips, allowing him to fuck into her even deeper. "Brad!" (Y/n) chanted his name like a prayer, over and over his name passed her lips, fueling his desire to fill her with his seed. "Don't stop." She begged before pulling him into a needy kiss, thrusting her hips up to meet his erratic thrusts in perfect tune. "Cum for me angel." Brad panted against her lips, as her cunt began constricting his throbbing cock. "Yes daddy." She huffed in pure ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she came for the third time that night. "Just like that baby." Brad groaned as he to came undone, pumping his seed deep into her womb. "Fuck yes." He panted has he continued rutting into her, wanting to pump every last drop into her. "I should have jumped your bones sooner." (Y/n) panted with a chuckle, sighing when Brad pulled out of her and laid beside her. "You're mine now angel." Brad stated as he pulled her to lay against his chest. "Yes daddy." She smiled up at him, giggling when he playfully spanked her ass. "I'm gonna make sure you can't walk tomorrow." Brad warned as he pulled her into a kiss, kneading her ass in his hand. "Good." She hummed against his lips, the both of them grinning like sinners.
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CollegeAU!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader
Another #supersizedfic short. Inspired by the tweet below, which I may have screenshot from tik tok. Enjoy!
Lazy. That word described your day in full. You'd had no classes and you were off from work for the next two days. Today was dedicated to self care and very much needed relaxation. Your plush blanket was snuggled tight against your neck, protecting you from the cold air of your apartment. Just how you liked it. The scent of brown sugar raised off your skin thanks to your shower half an hour before.
An older episode of The Simpson's played on your television, being the only source of light in your otherwise dark apartment. That and a pumpkin spice candle that sat isolated on the kitchen island behind you. Fuzzy winter socks hugged your feet, matching the onesie that you wore. Your big bonnet sat atop your head like a crown, hiding your butterfly locs.
Sighing happily, you turned up the volume of the TV before sitting the remote aside. And just as you'd gotten comfortable again, your phone vibrated on the coffee table before you. With a huff, you sat up and grabbed the device. Erik's picture took over the screen, consisting of him showing off his charming smile while relaxing in his bed. Wearing a neon green durag which happened to match your bonnet and a gold chain resting against his bare chest. He'd been the one to set that as his contact photo and his name which included ‘Daddy’. Much to your amusement.
"Stevens, isn't it your bedtime? You have class in the morning." You answered the call, hearing him shuffling around. His chuckle sounded through the speaker and you grinned. Almost as if you could see those dimples.
"I overslept that one time and you won't let it go, will you?" He laughed. Followed by his car door and two beeps from his doors locking. "While you questioning me.. What you doing up?"
"Nothing, watching tv. I’m not sleepy..” You looked to your screen, seeing his video request. “And why are you FaceTiming me? I am not decent enough." You laughed, refusing to answer. He tsked at that, messing with what sounded like bags. “Are those bags I hear? Where you been, sir?”
He chuckled, keys and bags jingling in the background. "Open the door and see." Was his simple rebuttal, probably accompanied with that devilish smirk of his.
"What door? Did you not hear me say I'm looking a mess? Bonnet and all." You looked to the door as if you could see through it. He chuckled again.
"I ain't ask you all that, baby girl. Now get your fine ass up and answer the door." It was your turn to tsk as you got up. Crossing your arms to hide the fact you were without a bra, you opened the door as you hung up. He greeted you with a big smile, holding up the bags of food.
"Ooo, wingss ." You sang, grabbing a bag and turning from him. He followed you in with a slight pout, locking the door behind him. Turning on the light, you threw a glance at him. Laughing at his expression. He was so dramatic.
"I come to you with food to show you I miss you, and a brotha can't get no love. A hey or a hug, nothin." He shook his head, holding off a smile. You sat the bag down, playfully rolling your eyes as you gave in.
"As much as you intimidate people, no one would believe you act like this. C'mere, my big baby.." you cooed, holding out your arms. He came to you, sitting his food on the coffee table to embrace you. His big arms squeezed you, lifting you off the ground. "Hey to you too, Erik."
He placed his face in the bend of your neck, inhaling silently. "Damn, you smell good as fuck.." He growled, feeling your nipples through the fabric of your onesie. "And no bra? You must've been waiting for me, baby?"
"Boy, get off me." You laughed, pushing his chest when he gave a synced two-hand smack to your backside. "I told you I wasn't decent. The only reason you still here is because you brought me food. And a drink." Walking to the kitchen, you felt his eyes still on you. Maybe because you also had on no panties.
"Don't do yo man like that. I thought you liked me?" He held a hand to his heart as he sat on the couch, not being able to stop his smile. Somehow you managed to mask yours.
"I mean.. you aight." You sat the bottle of ranch on the table before the both of you, sitting at his side with a shrug. He gave you a look, raising an eyebrow. Looking to him, you matched his face.
"Just aight, huh?" He glanced at your lips before meeting your eyes. "Imma remember that, baby girl. I'm only letting you slide because I don't want cold fries."
"Yeah, yeah.." you teased, taking one of his fries to eat. You were the only one able to get away with doing so. "You couldn't punish your baby. You love me too much. Ain't that right?" Grabbing his beard, you gently pulled it to bring his face closer to yours. Lips never meeting just to tease him.
He licked his lips, smiling to reveal his bottom row of gold. It glinted from the light above you both. His body leaned towards you and you caught the scent of his cologne. The cute little pushing together of his eyebrows as he focused on you made you smile. “I mean.. you aight.”
Your smile dropped and he flicked your lip playfully. His laugh boomed out as he took the hit you sent to his chest. “You play too much. Ugly self.” You fibbed, watching as he took one of your lemon pepper wings.
He dipped the flat in ranch, smirking. “You know I love yo goofy ass..” Stopping himself from taking a bite, he watched you roll your eyes. “..now stop pouting before I say forget the wings and eat something else. You’ll sholl be whining then.”
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@sisterwifeudaku @kumkaniudaku @elaindeereads @wawakanda-btch @theunsweetenedtruth @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @unholyxcumbucket @purple-apricots @marvelmaree @chaneajoyyy @wakanda-inspired
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#black panther#erik stevens#erik x reader#black reader#black panther killmonger#killmonger imagine#erik killmonger#oneshot
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Marry You | Obi Wan Kenobi
request; ""A secret marriage? Are you sure?" with obi wan pleaseeeee" // ANON
notes; gender neutral reader, hidden relationships
Being sent off to a planet in the middle of nowhere seemed to be a blessing, you and Obi Wan able to flaunt your relationship, to kiss and to hold one another without fear of someone stumbling through the door; the council had said it was just a quick mission in order to see if there was anything funny going on, if there was an enemy hiding out. But there was nothing, save the nights wrapped up in Obi Wan's embrace, drowning in his kiss, suffocated by the way he made you moan, strangled by bliss.
There was no one, just you and Obi Wan, and as days trickled by, he found his gaze drawn to jewellery shops, he found himself thinking about how a ring with his name engraved on the inside would look when it hung around a chain on your neck; he wasn't foolish enough to trick himself into thinking you could wear it on your finger, the same as he wasn't foolish enough to ponder how your name would sound if you took his surname. (y/n) Kenobi. The thought made him smile, but he knew it was nothing more than a distant and far away dream.
It was cold as Obi Wan strolled down the street with you, his hand in yours, a small smile on his lips; no one knew who you were, no one knew the Jedi code.
"Come here," Obi Wan mused, tugging you over to a jewellery shop, one that often caught his eye, he bent down a little, gesturing to one particular ring. "What do you think?"
You looked at the ring for a moment, admiring its beauty, the plain gold band that was littered with an engraved blue pattern; you smiled, shrugging. "It's beautiful, but... what use would use of us have for a ring?"
Standing upright again, Obi Wan smiled fondly as he placed his hands on your arms, a daft and fond chuckle coming from the back of his throat. "We could get married here, (y/n), we could... no one at the council would ever find out. We could... we could get married here, my love."
For a moment, you fell silent, thinking and pondering his proposal and wondering if it could work, if anyone would ever find out; you trusted him, you trusted his judgement, his knowledge. So, you nodded, pursing your lips. "A secret marriage? Are you sure?"
"Yes," Obi Wan replied, "trust me, my love, I've thought everything through."
"Alright," you agreed, chuckling and grinning. "Let's do it, if you're sure we won't get caught out, let's do it."
Pulling you close, Obi Wan tightly wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and flush to his body as he kissed the top of your head a thousand and one times, making you laugh against him. "I love you... I love you, so much..." his voice was muffled, almost incoherent, "I can't wait to marry you..."
tags; @pascalispedro , @spnfanboy777 , @princess-of-fuckup , @galactic-magick , @snips-n-skyguy0501 , @guns-n-marvel
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