Purple

18+ also be sound of mind I write (yn) fanfics DEAD. DOVE. DO. NOT. EAT.

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As he loved your sister, he began to love you like his own sister. Like a Big Brother, he would always steal fresh baked cookies that Padme baked. While you studied, he would sneak them to you. The fresh baked aroma would waft in the air as you would quickly shove it in your mouth before she noticed………..but she always noticed. Padme warned you and Anakin about stealing cookies, but that never stopped him.  All the while these memories flooded your mind, your lungs threatened to flood with water. You could feel the chair being lifted slowly. As soon as you resurfaced your lungs burning from the cold as air flooded them. Too weak to hold your head up anymore, your mind was elsewhere, while your body begged for relief. 

i wrote the rest on Ao3 if your interested

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The Baker of the Death Star

Lord Vader doesn’t really have a sweet tooth and the bakery is always pretty quiet except for the little orders I get that the cute droids deliver. I set out the eggs on a table in the back for the next big cake. I hear a ding and then another so I quickly walk to the front of the bakery. I see the chef from next door and I smile. It’s always nice to see a fellow in the food industry. “What can I get for you chef?” I ask him as he eyes the fresh bear claws. “Give me 3 of them.” he points his finger against the glass so I quickly bag them and hand them to him. He puts a 50 dollar bill on the counter then stumbles over to booth number 3. “I drank too much.” he slurs and I hear him burp. I put the money in the register and collect his change.. The chef is a drunk, we all know this but he does his job well and feeds us all. I turn toward the clock on the wall to see the time.. It's almost noon so he should be preparing lunch at this–  he points directly at me as I lay his change down on the table. “Baker…make lunch for–” he says while he waves his finger around in a circle meaning for the entire fleet…..then face plants into his bear claws. I turn his head slightly sideways so he can breathe. I take a step back, look around and reply, “ okay but if there are any customers here then you serve them.” I put my apron over him like a blanket saying, “Since we are switching jobs for the day you wear this.”  I walk to his kitchen,  look around and I see his apon then tie it around myself. “Okay what's on the menu…” I take the menu and look at everything that needs to be done but suddenly I realize I have no clue how to cook like a chef. I have no idea how to cook, period. . “What  the fuck is a chickpea?” I grumble. I look around at all his chef shit and have no clue where to start. “If I can't make lunch I'll just make lunch shaped cakes.” I shrug and smile. Good idea.   

I put the last little container on the cart. All the food is prepared, it's perfect, I made sure of it. Submarine sandwiches? Chocolate cake loaves cut and iced to look like bread. Colored shaped buttercream for the lettuce and tomato. Lasagna? Red velvet cake, stacked and layered with cream cheese as a substitute for the bechamel along with white fondant for noodles.  Although I didn't know where a single ingredient was and he puts his sugar on the tallest rack in the kitchen; I did it and I pulled it off.  I smile as I look at the perfect food on the carts as I proudly cross my arms. A few droids beep in as the door hisses open, they roll into the kitchen then point at the carts, “all ready and accounted for?” the painted droid asks in its robotic tone. I reply “yes, all there, protein only, and no sugar.” I nod quickly and they start pushing lunches out the door. To all the troopers, all the officers…..all the inquisitors……and Lord Vader. Bad idea. My eyes get big as I start really thinking, “uh…it's too late, the kitchen is empty. These are the top generals of the empire, but  the kitchen is empty. Fuck..the kitchen is empty.  I drag my flour covered hands down my face at the thought and the kitchen being empty .  I just walk back to the bakery with my head down.  I just stay in the back unless a customer comes in. Hopefully they don't want any more cake.   

                                           lunch is served

stormtroopers

TK-12 slams his hand on the table as he takes a bite of his sandwich. He gasps eyes wide. “ I knew this sub looked too perfect because it is cake!” he yells, holding up his sandwich like it is gold. The only sound you hear in the cafeteria is paper ripping and a series of gasps and groans. They eat their lunch full of smiles and full of cake. No one talks for the rest of the 45 minute lunch break. The vending machine soon becomes empty because the protein bars are being consumed like oxygen. 

The officers

Commander Ryel opens his lasagna and smiles down at his food.  It looks perfect today, the chef is doing a good job. He begins to eat while glancing over a report. All of a sudden he stops chewing, “why is my mouth sweet?” he starts to chew slowly again then looks at it closely picking it apart but just devours it , he cant stop. Was this a cruel trick? A prank? He don't care, all he wants to know is where he can get more as he licks the tin container clean. Captain Dren, who is lactose intolerant “my lactose free cheese is suspiciously buttery and creamy”  he takes another bite then glares into the security camera, like it personally betrayed him. He quickly writes a note to himself, ‘ all meals get taste tested before hand’    

The Inquisitors

The second sister takes a bite of an egg sandwich, then she stops mid chew. Her eyes narrow, “Sponge cake?” she looks around suspiciously. She puts her plate down like she just discovered a conspiracy. Our fifth brother didn't realize it was cake but eats the whole thing. Later he hears two troopers conversing. “It wasn't real food, it had no protein, it was all cake!.” he nearly throws up, enraged.Then the 5th brother storms the galley demanding “real meat!” A droid gives him a ham shaped cookie so he just gives up and storms off with the cookie in hand. The third sister, devastated by the  thought of her slice of pizza not being legit. She bites into it and screams “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”  Then she throws the pepperoni which are cherry gummies, across the mess hall.  

Darth Vader

Mid bite of a salmon nigiri Vader inspects it. It looks perfect, elegant,  balanced and expertly arranged. He takes another bite. CRUNCH...vanilla. Marshmallow. Cake. he pauses and ganders at the bite. Look at the ‘rice’  . How did she manage to imitate rice with marshmallows? Then slowly he chews it anyway. A low sound, something between a chuckle and a grumble of disbelief slips from his chest. He stands and soon as he walks out of his office he hears everyone talking about their lunches. All with different opinions.  Suddenly a few of his highest ranking officers look at him confused with their imitation lunch. And the entire fleet begins to play the game, ‘is it cake?’ Lord Vader examines all of the food. Although he was beginning to feel like he was special to his little baker, he quickly turns and heads straight for the bakery. 

I hear him before I see him. I can't forget the sound of Vader's boots marching into my bakery, as I cram myself under the register. “Baker?” his smooth voice calls out. My eyes widen, he isn't wearing his helmet but I pause because he doesnt sound angry. I peek my head up slowly from underneath the counter, smile and respond nervously, “yes, my Lord?”  Vader stares at me with an intimidating look, asking “Why was my lunch cake?  Were you bored?  Was business slow?” I bite my lip at his questions. The snores of the chef can be heard throughout the bakery.  Lord Vader slowly turns and looks at the sleeping cook which is now flat on his back with the soggy bear claws in his mouth chewing ever so slowly. “I panicked, the chef told me to make lunch”  I blurt out, then I pause and take a deep breath. I try to keep eye contact as I speak, “ Sorry my Lord Vader…I was slightly grossed out from seeing that over there and I wasn't thinking,” I pause and look away for a moment taking another deep breath. Being under his intense gaze, no matter if he is angry or not, you feel the power wafting off of him.. I quickly continue saying “before I could take the lunches back they were already out…I knew what I was doing…but the kitchen was empty.” Lord Vader glances at the drunken chef then back at me. “And I can't cook, my Lord, I can barely cook for myself.  The chef normally cooks my meals, "I whisper. He stands there in complete silence then he chuckles.  The chuckle is low, almost dangerous. “Then let us pray the chef wakes up before tomorrow.” he says as he turns and his cape sweeps dramatically. Before he leaves he comments, “....but your lasagna was surprisingly accurate” I nearly cry from relief.  

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water bound

(the final part! i cant believe it made me split this up into 4 parts.)

We rundown the corridors,  giggling, holding hands like children on the playground. As we approach the bow of the ship making the last turn almost in the common hallways we are met by Clyde and my mother.  We stop dead in our tracks. The once playful aura gone within an instant. “Yn!” my mother shouts furiously. “ I can't believe you're with this man again! What have I said?!” “I loVE HIM!” I yell back and the expression on her face drops. I've never seen my mother pause and stutter in her actions. But the way she looks at me, her eyes twitch as anger takes over her whole body. My mother screams "Shoot him Clyde, shoot him now!” Rafayel pushes me  behind him and holds me there as I scream back at her crying,  "momma no!". "Y/n! This is for your own good." she howls and pushes Clyde's shoulder making him fumble the gun slightly. "Momma I love him please, I don’t want to marry that man in New York, I love Rafayel." I beg.  I try to get in front of Rafayel. he keeps me firmly behind him. I try to  push him to the side. as I see Clyde point the gun at him.  Please I would die for this man. don’t kill the only person who can see me for me. Please I can’t live without him. "Mrs,(blah), please we can talk about this, I have a large fortune." Rafayel tries to reason with my mother. "Rafayel, move he is going to hurt you." I plead with him,  I hit his back so he will move as tears stream from my eyes. Rafayel speaks with sadness laced with anger. "I will sink this boat before I let you slip away again" My mother grabs the gun from Clyde as he hesitates to pull the trigger . She holds the gun firmly,  the shot was fired. Iit takes everything in me to shove Rafayel out of the way and he stumbles forward. My ears ring as I look him over scanning for any sign of a gunshot. My chest tightens as I hear my mother scream, but she sounds distant; quite even. Rafayel's eyes  fill with panic and grief . I feel the burning deep within my heart. "it hurts to breathe" I gasp and reach for him. Rafayel leaps toward me swiftly, taking me in his arms. "Look what you've done!" he yells as he grabs me tighter. Then he lets out a blood curdling scream while tears fall from his face. My mother sobs on the floor taking in Rafayel’s rath. I look at him as he holds the blood that drips through is artitst fingers . "I had her, she was mine! I FINALLY GOT MY BELOVED BRIDE BACK AND YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!" His eyes start to glow, a bright blue. These are not the soft sunset eyes that love me, they were raw and powerful, terrifyingly deep. I feel I have seen his eyes before in a dream and under his right eye a beautiful face marking appears   "and you will pay for what you have done, the unsinkable will now sink!"  All of a sudden the front of the boat was hit with a big iceberg causing  a massive ringing and vibration throughout the ship. Ice falls from the iceberg, hits Clyde and my mom runs away screaming. Rafayel holds me gently moving some of my hair out of my face.  Rafayel begs for more of my time.

"yn I can't stop it." he sobs as he applies  pressure to the middle of my chest.  

   While the entire ship panics, people run and scurry about.  Rafayel makes this corner of the boat just for us, quiet and calm.

I look at him as he holds me securely in his lap. "Rafayel" I reaches up and gently put my hand on his face. "See yn I'm holding on tight just like I promised." Looking  down at me he grabs my hand that was on his face leaning into my touch. "You're beautiful." "those can not be your last words to me." he says "I like these." I speak weakly tracing the markings on his face. "and these" I move my hand up to his ear tracing the tips of his fish like ears. He holds my hand crying into it. "yn, please, I just got you back." his grip on me tightens  as he starts rocking back and forth. Rafayel's sobs were drowned out by the boat snapping in half. "Rafayel, you have--to go-" he lays me down and puts his hands on my torso. "No." he whispers in my ear. Why does his voice sound so pure? I felt his warm body next to mine, he holds my hand tightly. "Rafayel-" I try to speak but he put his fingers over my lips brushing them lightly. "don't worry, we'll see each other again, and you can tell me everything then."  Tears stream from his eyes. I didn't want to leave him. "You can rest my love." He kisses my head. There is so much unsaid.  the distant  screams and cries of people hanging onto the boat railing; as the back of the boat tips into the ocean. Rafayel holds onto me tightly.   "Let's drown in the ocean, together." 

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water bound

pt.3

A/N- this is heavily inspired by THIS TikTok edit please check out the creator (Tawnie.aep) they make lovely edits that fight writers block beautifully (that is what the lovely link is), and in saying that, this is in NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM making fun of the Titanic.  

pt.3 TW- Attempted suicide, death, emotional abuse from a parental figure, and there are sexual themes ( in the choochie aera and yes it is consensual).

Unbuttoning my dress and kissing down my neck, he says. “Yn let me have you.” The way he undoes my dress, the way his voice entrances me like a siren song. The way he looks at me I know he is the only person who truly understands me. My hands grip onto his biceps tightly. “ Rafayel” He takes a deep breath and his exhale makes me shiver. His hands are tangled in my hair. I press my knuckles against his torso making his abs flex. He sits back reluctantly, untangling his slender artistic fingers from my locks and abruptly stops “I will wait for you, if you tell me too. No matter how long.” I shake my head no. Quickly I wrap my arm around his neck and pull us together again. “No, I want you. I—I love you, Rafayel.”  He smashes his lips against mine passionately, not wasting a second. Rafayel’s grip in my hair tightens; he moves my head to the side, deepens our kiss further. He pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “I love you yn.” as leans down and whispers in my ear. “My beloved bride.” he licks the rim of my ear. An unexpected gasp escapes out of my body. In my state of shock he wraps his arm around my body and positions me underneath him. He put each leg around my waist. I move my hands up his arms. Slowly making my way over his button up. I bite my lip as I look over his buttons. “I don’t think I'm as skillful as you at buttons.” he hummed and took my hand and guided my hand down the length of his chest. “Don’t worry about buttons.” he smiles, ripping his shirt off.  With one swift movement of his skillful fingers the rest of my buttons pop off and the fabric is now ripped apart. The  beautiful gown is once again a heep of material. Rafayel sees the disappointed look on my face.  He whispers in my ear “Don't worry I’ll make you a new dress,” he traces the outline of my lips. His eyes darken as he commands “Open.”. I barely part the lips before he sticks two fingers in, slowly. Keeping our eyes locked on each other. His gaze is so intense, I instinctively close my eyes and run my tongue between his two fingers. He goans as he begins to pull his hand away. I open my eyes. “My good girl.” he smiles. A blush spreads across my cheeks. He chuckles and leans down, his breath kisses my neck making my head spin. “Don’t get shy on me now.” he murmurs against my skin, voice like a tide pulling me deeper.  his wet fingers trail down, featherlight, brushing the inside of my thigh as his lips finally make contact with my neck. Rafayel rubs his wet skillful fingers between my folds. Lightly over my core. “Rafayel” I gasp , grabbing his wrist. “So sensitive.” a chuckle comes deep from his throat as he pulls his hand slowly away from my wet pussy. He grabs my wrist putting them together softly above my head. “Say stop if it's too much.”  he holds them tightly in one hand as he begins to kiss down my body. His free hand grabs my waist tightly as he grinds against my core. My hands clench together as I bite my lip. This new found ecstasy he has awakened in my body. He pulls away reluctantly looking up at the lock. “Fuck” he murmers. I whine softly already knowing what he was going to say. “Time is up princess, i have to put you back now.” he kisses my head. Rafayel helps me get dressed. “I don't want to leave.” I shifted and he moves hair out of my face. “Don't worry i'll come get you within the night.” he grabs my face and kisses me deeply. Like he is ceiling his promise.   

(yes part 4 too)

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water bound

https://www.tictok.com/t/ZT27RRDss/.

A/N- this is heavily inspired by THIS TikTok edit please check out the creator (Tawnie.aep) they make lovely edits that fight writers block beautifully (that is what the lovely link is), and in saying that, this is in NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM making fun of the Titanic.  

pt.2 TW- Attempted suicide, death, emotional abuse from a parental figure, and there are sexual themes ( in the choochie aera and yes it is consensual).

When he finishes, Rafayel smiles and looks at his work. He turns the sketch pad toward me to let me see the end result. I wonder, is this how he sees me? I blurted out, "I look beautiful." He laughs as I sit up, he looks at me like I should already know that. "Of course you do,  the moment I met you I thought you were gorgeous ." I pause for a moment "really?" I question him.  He sits next to me on the couch. He lays his head on my shoulder and says " I think it's  because we met under different circumstances, where titles and money don’t matter. You didn’t meet me as the amazing painter, you met me as the man who pulled you off the edge." Tilting his head he pushes some hair behind my ears. "Now I'm going to ask a question," he says lowly. His eyes are full of passion. He gets closer to my face, grabbing my hips making me face him fully. He looks deep into my eyes, our foreheads touch " You don’t know your fiance so I know there is no love there but is there someone you love?" He asks with impatience in his voice. "There is someone I'm beginning to love and yet I barely know him." He looks at me and smiles. "You know him yn." he whispers. He kisses my head softly and puts his hand over my heart. The look on his face was like he was counting every beat to memorize the rhythm of my heart. "Rafayel." His name came out like a prayer. I could only say his name. As he looks down at me with such intensity, we begin to feel each other, we become one. Rafayel’s eyes begin to change slowly, a bright blue wants to take over his purple hue. Quickly, like a thief in the night, he kisses me hard and unforgivingly. “You belong to me, you always have and always will, my beloved bride” he says like a siren.

(pt. 3 is already up)

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WATER BOUND

https://www.tictok.com/t/ZT27RRDss/.

A/N- this is heavily inspired by THIS TikTok edit please check out the creator (Tawnie.aep) they make lovely edits that fight writers block beautifully (that is what the lovely link is), and in saying that, this is in NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM making fun of the Titanic.  

pt.1 (pt.2 is already up)

WC- 5,070 (or something) TW- Attempted suicide, death, emotional abuse from a parental figure, and there are sexual themes ( in the choochie aera and yes it is consensual).

 "It can't be that bad, can it?" I heard a man speak softly; romantic even. If I didn't know any better I would have thought it was God. I hold onto the railing. My fingertips bond to the cold metal. As I take a deep breath the night air cuts into my lungs. "What do you mean?" I ask him quickly but not turning around, as I have only one goal in mind.  I stare down into the black abyss of the ocean as the mist of the waves kiss my exposed ankles. "You dislike the boat so much you're going to jump off of it, into the dark sea?" he sarcastically asks. His footsteps are louder, as he gets closer to me,  I don't move. I am paralyzed. I feel his arms wrap around me slowly. I begin to  shake. Then I notice how cold I am once his warmth invades my space. I can tell he is strong by his grasp over my body. "Let me go." I say exasperate while I try  to shake him off. He tightens his grip on me then he says "Think about what you're doing." his voice envelopes me. I’ve been thinking about what I'm doing, contemplating my entire existence. I stare into the dark water and hold on for a sign not to jump in the Arctic.  Now I see that this man’s kindness and true concern for me, along with a warmth I’ve never felt, is he the sign? He picks me up over the railing and places me on the cold damp dock. I look up at him and freeze as our eyes meet.  His eyes look like a beautiful sunset underwater; a pink hue is glossed over by a purple haze. His piercing stare  overwhelms me.   He looks down at me like I committed the most heinous act in the world. Then he says with concern "Go change your clothes and warm up." His purple hair covers his face as he takes a cigarette pack out of his pocket and puts a cigarette to his lips. I was in shock and stood up slowly. He just let out a sigh. "God, how long have you been out there?" I just looked at him confused. "what?" I asked bewildered. He shook his head and threw his jacket over me. "go." he almost sounded annoyed. I turn and walk into the main part of the boat.   

Being in the dark for so long made the boat lights extremely bright.  Then I open the door to my Mothers' cabin, looking at all the unpacking she has done. "There you are!,  “ she yells and embraces me.  She takes a backward step from me and exclaims  " My God,  why are you wet? Look at you; where were you?" She grabs my face and looks me up and down inspecting my body. "Mom you know we will only be on the boat a week right?” As I try to get past her, she replies. “That's like a month in girl time my dear--" She stops abruptly, her eyes lingered on the bright blue garment draped over my frame.  Then she questions “ whose jacket is this?”  Her eyes narrow, while she removes it from my shoulders.  As I slip past her she  begins to examine the coat, like it will offer the  answers she seeks.  I walk toward my trunk, I crouch down to open it so I can begin to search for dry clothes. "Well?" I can tell she is annoyed and  waits for me to answer. “Mother, it  is pretty tonight so I went out on the dock,"  I mumble as I ramble  through my trunk. She hums "Alone?" she asks with venom in her voice. I reply quickly. “Nooo, A gentleman was smoking on the dock and we talked for a moment but by our conversation I think I was an inconvenience to him, if anything."  I think back to him, the mystery man. The man who pulled me off the boat's edge. I can't believe I didn't even ask him his name. I gathered my night clothes. Mother sighs as she strains to smile, it was forced but the effort was there. "And what was this gentleman's name?" she asks while neatly placing the coat on a chair.  My reply "I didn't ask and he didn't volunteer it" My eyes haven't left the bright blue garment since she took it away from me. The coat looks really expensive and the fabric must be imported. "You mean you didn't ask, but you have his coat" asking with disdain in her voice.  When I look up at her she is crossing her arms and the wrinkles in her forehead are increasing. I am not pleased with you y/n, hanging around a man unsupervised, anything could have happened. You are engaged to be married to a wealthy man, a good man." I huffed and rolled my eyes at her. "y/n" she says with contempt. I can tell she is appalled by my behavior. Mother stands up and quickly leaves the cabin, to be the slut she is. 

Staring out the cabin  window, I see  stars twinkling. The sky is filled with pink and purple hues that paint the horizon, the view is breathtaking!  Then I hear the door open and turn to see my mother. She peaks in on me and says “You can't stay in here all day. Go out, enjoy the sun." I could tell she was worried about me. "Did I miss dinner?" I ask her with sleep still present in my voice. She sighs and nods. "I had Wendy make a plate for your dinner," she says as she walks over to the window. "I'll be sure to thank her." I turn back toward the window. "Yn go out please, enjoy some activities on the ship." I look at her with sadness because I want to spend time with her.  I just know she will go on and on about the man in new york,  I just reply "Mother you don’t want to spend time with me, all you ever want to do is spend time with your boyfriend." She huffs and slams the door behind her. 

My mother could be right so I go outside and the sea breeze feels warmer, also safer, than it does at night.  As I am walking  and taking in the fresh air, in the distance I hear a familiar voice. So I turn and I see the man from last night.  I quickly spin around and look up at the sky and the colors there are comforting to me.  The sky seems so familiar and at that moment I realize the colors are a reflection of his eyes.  As he walks and talks with a  group of people his voice does not sound the same as last night.   With me his voice was soft and gentle but now he sounds irritated and even bored. He turns around and stops when he sees me.  He turns toward the group,  claps his hands and takes a big sigh. Aggressively he says "I'll sell them all to you," Then the group begins to converse among themselves. He walks up to me, quickly grabs my elbow and leads me away from the crowd. Now we are far from the group when he turns to me and says in a kind  voice, which was a whole 180 from when he was talking to those people. "I never asked for your Name." His eyes were soft as he moves a strand of hair from  my face. "Right-" I curtised and answer meekly looking at him. "I'm lady y/n,  the daughter of (blah) and (blaher). Then he interrupts me; “I'm Lord Rayphel,” not caring about my title but he glances at me and smiles.  I nod, his smile almost contagious. "What made the edge so inviting last night?" he asks as he crosses his arms and leans against the boat rail. "I don't want to get married. And now that I say that out loud it sounds childish" I answer sheepishly. It's comical really, many people would give their lives for love while I'm trying to take mine not to be in it. Looking at me with a disapproving glance " That's not childish. Who is the person you are so desperate to be away from?" I shrugged, "I meet him in New York soon.." I said softly. He pauses, staring at me with wide eyes. "You haven't met him yet?" I shake my head, no.. "Oh but my mother has met him and the way she talks about him you would think he was Jesus." Rafayel laughs.   

We start to walk around the boat as we talk about ourselves. I learn about  the man I come to know as Rafayel. The high end artist, the well known painter all across Europe; is on this ship to venture into the west. "My artwork is prohibited in three cities." he says laughing. We sit on a bench together, my head lays on my arms as I look at him. The way he talks is like a siren serenading me . "What did you do to those people?" I ask curiously. A chuckle erupts as he turns toward me. "Ah-I might have given them a fake painting or two." I pause and sit up. "Wait–wait, why?" He smiles shrugging his shoulders. "People forge my paintings, like many great artists' works have been copied and that undermines the value. I've never wanted to set a school of people on fire before, but they have it coming. I didn't want to make a whole collection of artwork for those people.  They are uninspiring and undeserving of my work. So I found a poor beggar man who was selling copies of my paintings and bought them all. After that I dressed up as that beggar man and sold them in the cities” I giggle "You are sly as a fox Rafayel." He laughs then looks deep into my eyes, my body freezes as I notice how close he is to me. "I'm many things yn" his words almost sound like a warning as they echoe in my head. He leans back and looks up at the few stars that appear in the sky. "yn, do you believe in past lives?" he asks softly. "Not really, I can barely stand this one," I take a deep breath. I'm grateful for our distance as he turns his attention to the stars. He turns and looks at me. " I'll hold on extra tight this time yn," he smiles and grabs my hand. I want to ask him what he's referring to . I just twinkle and hold his hand. A  comfortable silence is between us as we look at the stars together. 

"yn!" from a distance I hear my mother calling me and she sounds furious. The  sound of her heels are also accompanied by heavy footsteps, which I recognized as Clydes. I quickly get up, but do not let go of Rafayel's hand. "Mother." I said softly. She stops in front of me and crosses her arms. Rafayel stands up. His hand grips mine slightly. "Im Lord Rafayel " he holds out his free hand for her to shake. Mothers eyes study him disapprovingly, her eyes cut to our conjoined hands. "Are you the lord who gave my daughter the jacket last night?" she asks him while looking at me. He answers her with confidence "I am". She nods and hums like she is flabbergasted about our whole situation. "I'll have your coat sent to your room, and thank you for making sure my daughter didn't freeze." Mother quickly grabs my arm, forcing me to let go of his hand. Then she starts to tug me closer. "It's our bedtime, ladies aren't supposed to be up this late and especially not gallivanting around this late." she barks with hatred in her voice. She begins to walk away but hauls me along with her. I look back at Rafayel as she drags me down the corridor.. He reaches for me and takes a step forward. My mother jerks me in front of her. Her boyfriend is in tow. She pushes me into her room, yelling to the top of her lungs, "You're engaged!" She rubs her temples as her boyfriend shuts the door. "i know, you never let me forget" i crossed my arms. “ SO ACT LIKE IT! Act happy, that soon you will be a wife and hopefully a mother!" Then mother and her boyfriend quickly dash out of the cabin's great room going into the bedroom.  I stare at the gold accents on the walls and the room begins to spin.  I hate this fucking boat, everything about it I despise. "Y/n!," my attention is led back to my mother and her shadow of a boyfriend, Clyde. Her words fears "There is an event tonight, but you're staying inside, you're not to leave this suite." I nodded yes. She walks up to me and fixes my hair. "You must understand that you can't afford to love this man, you just met. Your life awaits you in New York." She kisses my cheek then leaves me alone again in the cabin.

I look around frantically, trying to find something to distract myself. Then I hear a smooth voice casually ask, "Why does your mom wear cheap perfume, if she holds herself to a higher standard?" I turn around swiftly and he steps into the light. "Rafayel!" I smile softly. itching to reach out to him. He walks up to me. "I mustn't talk shit about the person who gave you life." He looks away and crosses  his arms then I laugh. " Your mother won't be back here for 2 hours. She is viewing one of my art exhibits, so come with me." he says while gently taking my hands. I feel his thumb run over my knuckles gently as he tries to coxe me into leaving with him, I nod. "Hurry," he says as he leads me through the hallways making sure we are not seen or followed.

I walk into his room slowly as he breezes by me. I pause and look around at all the paintings lying in every corner. There are stacks of paper on different surfaces. "Rafayel?" I ask, while I look at individual paintings that are hanging on the walls. I turn and look at him as he leans over a desk mixing something in a small bowl. "Yn." His voice snaps me out of my daze. "Stand over there," he points. I walk to where he points and turn toward him. The smile on his face drops. "These colors-" he stops mid-sentence and quickly walks to the other side of the room. He pulls a soft pink fabric out of a cedar chest. "What are you doing?" I ask curiously. "Sssshhh" and that shuts me up. I look around his room. All the furniture is on one side of the room. The only piece that stands alone is a white couch with gold trim.   

I look at the wall with different sketches that were taped up. The sketches are of different women ,yet the only similarity between them is the sadness sketched onto their faces. "Who are these women?" I ask curiously. He lets out an arie chuckle as he replies, "those are my french girls." I look back at the sketches. " Why are they so sad?"  "Many different reasons," he says. He is not really paying attention to our conversation but to his heap of fabric. "Did you sleep with these women?" I ask. "Some." he answers as he looks up at me. "Why?" he asks. "Jealous?" he smirks. I shake my head as I point out. "Most of these women are in provocative poses." His eyes scan over the sketches on the wall then flicker back over to my face. He looks back at what he was sewing. I was going to ask another question but he quickly moves toward me and hands me a ball of fabric. The pastel and silk fabrics  compliment each other. "What should I do?" I ask. He gestures towards his bathroom "go change." he demands. I go into the bathrooms and he shuts the door behind me. I  hold one side of the fabric up that he shoved into my arms and marvel over the silk dress. 

When I walk out of the bathroom he is setting up an easel. His hands are gripped around the bars of the easel. He has a paint brush in his mouth. "yn" he mumbles, and that makes me feel like I just got caught looking at a Victorian woman's ankles. I abruptly answer "What? I'm sorry." He stands up and comes toward me as he removes the paint brush from his mouth. "Breathtaking." he says like the air was stolen from his lungs. Within a split second he was in front of me. "I want you to lay down." he says, while he pulls the dress strap off my shoulder. He looks down at me with hunger in his eyes. Faintly I say "Where?" He gestures toward the couch. I sit on the sofa and choose my words carefully. "How do you want me?" Clenching his jaw he creeps over to me slowly, like a predator that just claimed its prey. He gently grabs my hand and places the back of it against my cheek, posing me. "Don't move." his tone was soft but that is a command. I dare not disobey. He begins at my hand and drags  his fingertips over my body as he slowly walks down to the end of the couch. He ever so slightly touches my ankles as he suddenly grips them tightly. Then he manipulates my legs by bending my knees slightly then crosses my ankles. He stands over me examining his pose. He breathes heavily as he sits down, not taking his eyes off of me. He begins to draw. As he starts his task I just stare at the paintings on the wall. "Are you going to put me up there," I ask? The movement of his pencil stops as he looks where I am looking. "No," he says sharply. I frown at his words. "Not up there.” he says then he turns his attention back to his sketch pad. “At least I hope not again." he whispers. I look him over and our eyes meet. I wanted to ask him what he ment. His eyes are intense. His presence  is  overwhelming. "Why do you look at me like that?" I ask.  He stops and responds "I’ve never felt such a need for a person." His voice is just as intense as his eyes, as he sketches me. " I didn’t think our first meeting would be me pulling you off the edge of the unsinkable ship" he huffed out a laugh.

[purpledaydreams55]

yander!watchman x jogger yn?

idk this is just word vomit.

only 314 words

no life guard on duty, read at your own risk.

Nightwatch!yander hearing foot steps knew whatever was near him it wasn't big or at least bigger than him. Your digital watch was glowing in the dark, and his eyes followed you. He frowered his brows as you rounded the corner. Tracking you, as you blissfully jog along the sidewalk.

Nightwatch!yander who first sees you in your hot pink leggings and matching sport top. Your hair swayed from side to side as you ran. He frowered his brows as you rounded the corner. 'she is going to get hurt' he says with a cigarette between his lips.

This seems to be a regular occurrence seeing you run at ungodly hours. He sees you every other night, and each time, he gets more and more irritated by your antics. Jogging in the dead of night, when the most dangerous people are out.  

The day he realized you don't carry a weapon on your person was when he about snatched you up from the sidewalk.

what the fuck were you thinking' he thought his blood began to boil. You seem to have no self-preservation in your body.

He wanted to chase after you. to make you feel real fear. So next time you would carry literally anything to protect yourself with, or hell stop running at 4 am.

he knew there was extra eyes out tonight so he slipped into the shadows and as you round the corner.

he tripped you. Causing you to stumble, but you were quicker than he expected. And your white little earbuds fell out.

His eye twitched. Not only did you not have protection, but you also limited your senses. At night. Alone.

That pissed him off more.

That was the last straw. He acted quickly.

He took hold of you and headbutted you. Knocking you out swiftly. Your his now.  

[purpledaydreams55]

Don't Play with Your FOOD

AN- I wrote this years ago. and I edited it. lmao

WC- 1,086 or something

TW- degrading. cannibalism. kidnapping. Stockholm syndrome. Lots of crying. Yelling.

Normally, he locks me in a room, His voice repeating in my head:' no windows' 'no windows' every room being a new hiding spot with 'no windows' "You would think a person as smart as you wouldn't make this mistake," He said harshly.

I look at him confused, not knowing if he was talking to me or himself. He does that a lot lately, talking to himself. I don't know how we got here or even where we are. What I realize, is that it's been a long time since I felt a cold breeze pass through my hair and crawl over my skin. Being cold even felt foreign to me.

He's sitting on a rusty chair, looking out of the broken window his white hair illuminated by the light of the moon. Broken glass littering the warehouse floors was evidence of an explosion. He stares into the distance as if he is waiting for someone. If I couldn't see his breath in the cold air, I would assume the man in front of me was dead. I don't get in his business, but the expression on his face was noticeable. He grows angry when I ask what he is feeling, anyway. "What mistake?" my voice sounds , exhausted and weak.

Although his words were detached his gaze was filled with malice and disgust."(y/n) look at me."

Not wanting to raise my voice around him, I spoke softly. "I am,". I've been looking at him since he found me in that ally and took me away from civilization, from my family. My eyes hadn't left him since he tied me to a rotting bed and cried on me for an hour.

"why do I keep you around?" He asked, staring into my eyes and deep into my soul; I was wondering the same thing. He doesn't know I understand keeping me around makes it harder for him.

His footsteps are heavy as he gets up and walks to me. When a ghoul gets close to you or even touches you as he does me, any sane person would shake in fear. His calloused hands grab the side of my head, directing my face towards him. I wonder when I stopped fearing him. When did I stop fearing him and start loving him? Ghoul or not I can't help but love him. He put his head on mine. His breath fans my face.

"Why do you keep me around?" I ask in a whisper. "Because ." he jerks his head from mine and looks at me with tears in his eyes. He is upset with me. Watching him cry is the most painful thing I have ever witnessed. I've seen him break bones in fights, I've seen him torture and eat people countless times. He has threatened to eat me, but his crying runs an unexplainable pain through my body. His hands on my head started to tighten, squeezing my face.

Tears dropped from his eyes, he asked, "After all I've done to you?" By his voice, I can tell he is broken. I want to wrap my arms around him, tell him everything is going to be fine, but I'm forbidden to touch him.

He brushes a strand of hair from my face I ask "You have done nothing to me, what do you mean?" he looks at me with sorrow, and he whispers "Do you know why we are in this warehouse?". His hand traces the scars on my shoulders. I shook my head no. he looked down at me, pausing before he spoke. "I have some loose ends I need to tie up." My eyes were on his as he spoke. His tone is unwavering and authoritative. I wonder am I a loose end, Was this my end, has he finally gotten the courage to kill me?

"I have some old friends who are going to take care of you." my eyes widened as he put his hand on my head he isn't going to kill me worse; he is leaving me.

I look at him in shock. As he walks back and sits down. He put his head in his hands his fingers entangle his hair. His body begins to shake violently. My body moved before I could think. Now I'm kneeling in front of him. Despite the warning in my head, I wrap my hands around his wrists, trying to stop him from pulling his hair. "I'm so sorry." he gasps.

He gets up suddenly and slings my hands off of his wrists. He shook his hands violently to shake off my touch. Then his hands were around my wrist in an instant. "keeping you for so long was never my intention." A reminder that he is stronger than me on a biological code. I was his intended food source. "You can't live with me anymore." He held my wrist tight, his gaze an unwavering amount of violence. Yet so much restraint. He slowly pulled away from me.

"these people are good and will treat you well. better than i will. " He took deep breaths his voice low calm even. "What if I want to stay with you." he shook his head and replied, "I'm not giving you an option." he was quick and stern.

So, there was no room left for argument. Was it something I did, why you won't let me stay with you?" I asked. he looked at me, rolling his eyes. "No." he clenched his jaw. "What a foolish thing to ask." I pleaded, "Please don't send me away."

"It's for your own good," he said, growing irritated by my questions. I knew I had to stop talking by his tone. "Please, I would rather you consume me than you be away from me." I said, my voice shattering. "You should have never kept me this long, to just hand me over to someone and pass me off like I'm a toy." Tears fell from my cheeks.

He walks slowly to me as he squeezes his eyes shut; he gets right down in front of my face. I'm trying to stop crying, but he was so close I couldn't. He gently placed his hand around my throat. Opening his hungry eyes. His voice low and raw, "yn you have to understand that I don't care about you, you are simply a lamb I can not devour."