───〃★ ❛❛Your love has got me going like you couldn't imagine.❜❜ ─── ⌞Your Love - She Wants Revenge⌝
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ₊˚⊹☆
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✦— KINKTOBER 2025
✦— Writer’s Block Special 【LADS Love Interests x M!Reader】
❥ Chapter 1 (Xavier)
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❥ Chapter 3 (Rafayel)
❥ Chapter 4 (Zayne)
❥ Chapter 5 (Caleb)
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✦— scat, necrophilia, pedophilia, age play, excessive abuse, zoophilia
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✦— ANIMES/SHOWS
Sk8 the Infinity, Black Butler, Vanitas no Cartes (Excluding Moreau), Banana Fish (Excluding Dino), Beastars, My Hero Acadamia, Apothecary Diaries, Castlevania, Delicious in Dungeon, Sakamoto Days, Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai, OHSHC, Demon Slayer, Kaiju No. 8, Maze Runner, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Bridgerton, Twilight, Stranger Things, The Umbrella Academy, Alice in Borderland (Excluding icky characters ie.: Niragi, etc…), Wednesday, Scott Pilgrim, Migi & Dali, Inuyasha (Mainly Kagome, Kikyo, Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, Bankotsu, and Jakotsu), Tokyo Revengers, Kpop Demon Hunters, The Royal Tutor, Gachiakuta, The Amazing Digital Circus, (more to be added…)
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Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, The Croaking, Cherry Crush, School Bus Graveyard, (more to be added…)
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Cookie Run Kingdom, Genshin Impact, Stardew Valley, Married in Red, Elevator Hitch, Dead Plate, Cold Front, Twisted Wonderland, Enstars, Love and Deepspace, Error143, Date EVERYTHING, No I'm Not A Human, Our Life Series, Killer Chat, Our Life (both games), (more to be added…)
TAGS: TW! Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Explicit Incest, Unhealthy Relationship, Codependent Behavior, Self-Depreciation, Dehumanization, Dead Dove (Do Not Eat), Manipulation, Guilt-Tripping, Self-Gaslighting, Feminization, Reader is scared of love, Reader is MC's brother
PROMPT: Face-to-face with your big brother. You can’t run away now.
REQUESTED? No
A/N: I don’t condone anything that happens in this fic!! And I apologize in advance… this’ll probably be the last time I write for LADS :’)
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
You were free from him the day you heard he had died in an accident. A mishap in the aviation center. It was a tragic accident, the reports all said. As your eyes trailed over those words, illustrating how, among the many victims, Caleb of all people was one of them, you couldn't help the sick sense of relief that took hold in you—nauseating all the same.
But you were never worthy of whatever ‘good thing’ happened in your life. You ‘mourned’ as your sister did, as your gran did, as all of Caleb's friends did. Yet you had never felt so free before. There was no threat to you and your fragile heart.
He wouldn't flood your mind with praise and tell you over and over again how pretty you were under him. How good you felt around him...Yet in Caleb’s absence, a gaping hole was left in your soul that no other could fill.
You tried your hardest to, that’s for sure.
It’s why you slept with all those men women. Then, Sylus, for the first time, both of you up in the late hours of the night, on the rooftop of one of his newly acquired apartments, your mind gone to whatever drug you had been offered by that damn crow. He was a better substitute for Caleb than the other people you slept with, rough enough that when you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine Caleb instead of him.
It fucked with your mind. How could you miss Caleb after all the shit he's put you through?
Then again, you were glad it was you and not your little sister.
Sex with Sylus—it didn’t feel the same way as Caleb felt as he fucked you, taking full advantage of your smaller, weaker, younger frame, all while you made it even easier for him by reciprocating. He was being a loving older brother, showing you what to do when you had a girlfriend, all while calling you MC. Sweet, sweet MC. What a sick man he is.
You love him either way. No matter how much you loathe him, your mind would twist that hate into whatever bullshit excuse you could give him.
How could he be in the wrong when you were so eager?
How could he have hurt you when he made you feel like heaven?
How could you hate him when he loved you so much?
Sylus was nothing more than another outlet, the closest thing you had to your big brother, using you again. Yet frustration gripped you because he could never replicate the euphoria you felt when Caleb fucked you senseless.
Maybe it was the way Sylus kissed your body, as if it were something to be worshipped, something that could hold a torch to your sister’s greatness. Maybe it was because he whispered your name instead of MC’s. Maybe… just maybe you finally felt loved despite the circumstances for your fornication on that rooftop.
That was the difference, wasn't it?
He was making love to you. Caleb was using you.
And it scared you so bad that you avoided Sylus, too, when you ended up getting that research opportunity that brought you miles and miles away from all your problems.
You were never one to hold onto good things, though, were you?
Part of you thought you were slowly healing now that Caleb was gone. You were happier, pursuing your passion for science away from what was familiar, surrounded by fellow scientists you looked up to. When you came back, you were the happiest you could ever be, but like the parasite he is, he returned. For whatever reason, he was still alive. Breathing. Heart beating.
MC was happy, so you were happy, despite that terrified look in your eyes as they locked with Caleb’s.
He faked his death, he explained, but everything else he said was a blur.
Only one thought circled your mind, and that’s the fact that he was still alive.
Something in your mind clicked as you felt his hands on you the night after he came home. You felt it then, the feeling your body had been craving ever since his ‘death’. He gave you everything you wanted, and you took it selfishly, hungry for whatever he had to offer.
He told you how much he missed ‘you’, how he had waited so long to fuck ‘you’ and ‘your’ pretty pussy again.
Bile stained your taste buds at each honeyed word he whispered in your ear.
You could have fought back.
You could have said you didn’t want this anymore.
You could have told him how horrible he was for taking advantage of you all those years, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said this wasn’t what ‘you’ wanted—to be used so you wouldn’t feel so useless.
Maybe Zayne was right.
You always did defend those people, men and women who’d take advantage of you because you were just that easy—oh, so convenient. More attainable than your baby sister. This was what you wanted anyway. In your search for someone to fill the hole Caleb left, in the end, he was the only one who could.
He was the only one you allowed to fill it.
"[Y/N]! I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE OKAY, I—"
Ah.
MC.
Thank God she's here.
Your heated conversation with Zayne melted away in an instant the moment you both heard her voice, clearly concerned about to rapid-fire apologies at you. Without even questioning why you and Zayne were arguing, she ran up to you and wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace.
A smile quirked at your lips as you returned the embrace, your mouth pressed at the crown of her head whilst her face was buried at your chest. The feeling of her hands trembling sent an ache straight to your heart, her grip on your clothes weak as she sniffled against you.
"I'm so sorry, [Y/N]... I tried—I really tried to get to you on time.” MC’s voice shook almost as hard as her hands. “I-I thought I lost you.”
No. There’s no way you’d ever leave your sister.
Taking a deep inhale, you pat her on the head. “Like hell I’d let that happen, MC.” Then, you leaned forward, arms fully wrapping around her figure. “I’m never ever going to leave your side.”
Your sister huffed right into your shoulder, her tears wetting your clothes.
“Are you okay now?” She asked after a beat of silence.
Contemplation took hold of you for a moment. Were you okay? Physically—“Yes, I am.” But emotionally? Well, that’s a different story.
MC broke into a relieved smile, nuzzling into your shoulder. It was clear she wasn't going to leave your side for a while now, and you were happy about that. You just wish you could get discharged soon. You never liked hospitals. There's a reason you avoided them and Zayne by extension.
Looking over at Zayne, he only gave you a look, his shoulders sagging as he let out a quiet sigh. "I'll give you two some space..." He muttered before leaving.
Thank god...
You patted your sister's back as her breathing slowed, no longer a mess of tears and snot. She gripped the front of your shirt, her breath coming out in stuttered gasps. "Are you okay?" You asked with half-hearted playfulness.
She chuckled against you and nodded her head in reply. "Yeah... I'm okay. And... I'm still sorry."
A frown once again tugged at your lips as she apologized once more, adding to her long list of apologies today. She didn't need to give you any 'sorries'; you'd never be mad at her, no matter what wrong she'd be capable of doing to you. That much you told her. Too bad she's a tough nut, too stubborn to let you tell her she had no fault to make up for.
"We were supposed to admire art, and I ended up involving you in..." She trailed off.
With furrowed brows, you looked down at her. "Involving me in what?"
MC stiffened in your hold, slowly letting go of your clothes as she pulled away. When she did, you saw the guilty look on her face. One that told you she had been doing much more than normal. "What exactly were you doing in your last mission, MC?" Your voice came out exasperated, guilting MC more than you probably intended. You were ready to scold your sister should she reveal something that put her into more danger than she needed to be.
"The mission I went on was a solo one but... Xavier happened to be around the same area—again." She paused to rest her chin on your shoulder; you shifted to rest your hands on her back, "Then I found... a lead."
"A lead?" Your brows furrowed. "A lead to what? What have you been investigating?" There was a growing frustration in your voice, clear as day.
If MC could shrink in your arms, you bet she would have right now. "My heart."
Oh...
"Your heart?" Your voice was barely a breath; you let go of MC. She pulled away from you and moved to sit at your bedside instead.
"Look... I know it's dangerous for me to be investigating the aether core in my heart, but you know I can't help it." She put a hand over her chest, right where her heart is. "I need to know why, out of everyone, do I have this? And why, despite so many people in this world, I can't seem to find similar cases to me?…”
You stared at her as she explained herself, her shoulders slumping uncharacteristically, her head bowed, her voice barely a whisper as more words flew out of her mouth.
Of course, you understood why your sister would go this far to know more about that damned cancer in her heart; you went as far as studying in your university solely for Protocore Science for fuck’s sakes.
But finding out that MC was putting herself in danger like this? It was reckless, so damn reckless of her; it made you so, so angry. “Oh, sure, that’s all good and reasonable, but getting yourself killed in the process won’t get you anywhere, will it?” The look you were giving MC was one you’d rather kill yourself than give her in any other case, but you couldn’t help yourself now.
She was being so careless, and for what? Something you could easily give her more information on? Her Aether Core has been the subject of your extensive research for years, and she knew that. So why would she put herself in so much more danger just because she has a lead’.
Oh, no… no, no, no.
“Wait, MC…” Tears teetered down your sister’s cheeks before you knew it. This time, it wasn’t from guilt; it was because you made her upset. You made your baby sister cry. Swallowing thickly the sudden lump that grew in your throat, you pulled MC back into your embrace. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry. I completely understand why you did that—I-I’m just really worried.”
I really am my sister’s brother. We’re so alike. We’re practically the same person.
”I’m sorry, I’m sor—“ and it went on. She didn’t stop my barrage of apologies as I did hers, because I didn’t deserve that sympathy for making her cry, right?
We’re alike in so many ways. But one thing’s clear: she’s perfect. You are not. You’re her imperfect older brother.
Your mind tends to forget things it deems unnecessary for you to dwell on. Maybe that’s why you always feel so numb after everything… You didn’t remember when MC left, you didn’t remember what happened after you made her cry, you just knew that…
Nevermind.
You didn’t know anything.
Lying on your hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling, you didn’t think about anything; you were too tired to. A heavy sigh slips past your lips as you deflated upon the hard mattress—pillow the same. What were you doing with your life? After you get discharged from the hospital, you’re moving out of your sister’s apartment and getting your own. You couldn’t keep slacking off on your research, lest MC gets into more dangerous situations to sate her curiosity—her need to know more about that core in her heart.
No more distractions. No more fucking around, no matter how much you crave being used—being of use.
No more love. You didn’t deserve that, not from women. Especially not from men. What a disgusting creature you were to think that—to think you let yourself believe other men fucked you without thinking you were a substitute for your sister.
His words were true, no matter how much you tried to deny it. No matter how much Zayne tried to convince you otherwise. He just felt bad about you because MC felt bad about you.
Caleb…
Somehow tonight, you found yourself missing him.
People say a lot of things about attraction, manifesting, yadi-yadi-yada.
You didn’t believe any of that was true.
Until this moment.
“You made MC cry today; that’s quite mean of you, [Y/N].”
When did he get in? You didn’t know, but you were too paralyzed in your bed to even look at him just from hearing his voice. After years of avoiding him, of course, he’d find you at your lowest. No. Of course, he’d find you when you needed him most.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He spoke with a smirk so comforting that you felt relieved to see him as he loomed over your figure.
There he was in the flesh. Pale skin, chiseled jaw, sharp eyes holding all the mysteries of the world, and his hair, still the same stupid hairstyle since childhood. Your big brother was here for you. For you? Maybe that’s a stretch. He’s here because you made MC cry. Never just to see you—to use you maybe. And you were sure more than ever that you wanted his dick inside your fucking pussy.
That want was the most shameful thing you’ve ever felt in a while, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be abashed.
“How’d you get in… visiting hours are over…” Your voice was weak as you spoke, with no fight left in you to give your words any bite.
He laughed, taking a glance at the window, which you didn’t notice was now open until you followed his gaze. “You left your window open, so I took that as an invitation. You know better than to do that, silly.” Caleb gave you a smile, amused, as if this were all some joke, not the unsettling scene it is.
”Right, I guess I did forget to ask the nurse to…” Your voice trailed off as you felt Caleb take your chin, lifting it so you met his piercing eyes properly, just as a real man should. You are a real man, aren’t you? Not some faggot? “I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
Your big brother just shook his head, putting a knee on top of the space of your bedside, his other hand next to your head as he leaned down. “It’s alright… You know big brother will always forgive you, just like a big brother should.” He only moved closer with every word, while you lie frozen. As his lips met yours, you felt the prick of tears at the corner of your eyes.
Was that relief you felt? Suddenly, the weight pressing down on your shoulders was lifted, just from one kiss. Your big brother’s loving kiss… he exhaled shakily through his nose as his hand on your chin traced the line of your jaw before descending to your neck, fingertips brushing the curve of your Adam’s apple—undeniable truth of your masculinity.
“Caleb—“ you whimpered as he pulled away, a pathetic sound.
In your hazy bliss, you saw characteristics you had grown fond of in the men you’ve felt shameful attraction for the past few weeks.
His gaze was like Xavier’s, gentle and caring.
His touch, rough yet loving, was the same way Sylus handled you, not as if you were broken, but as if he desired you.
His words, genuine, like Rafayel’s, not even a lick of a lie spilling from his lips.
His eyes, like Zayne’s, were analyzing you, taking you in in your entirety, like he saw anything but MC, as if he saw you.
And suddenly you found yourself wanting him to fuck your brains out over and over until you were used up to dust—until he got tired of using the same pathetic fag to sate himself. Maybe he’d get tired of your asshole—too loose to be even considered that anymore when it yielded as easily as a pussy.
You could feel how hard you were against the fabric of your hospital gown, precum making you feel like a perv. Why would you ever think of your big bro like this? Shameless man. Shameless slut. You’re so dirty, you don’t deserve to be kissed by your big brother. But here he is, so kind and loving, so, so forgiving. He doesn’t care that you’ve slept with other men. He doesn’t care how much of a faggot you made yourself out to be.
All logic left your brain, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to be fucked and used and ravaged by Caleb. It’s an all-consuming desire, and you let yourself fall into his grasp.
He’s already getting on top of you.
Look at him doing all the work while you lie there like some useless fuck.
His mechanical arm slides up your thigh as he lifts your hospital gown, the cool metal sending shivers right down your spine—a new sensation entirely.
Oh God, you could vomit—
“Awe, did you miss me that much? You’re dripping all over,” he chuckles, stroking your cock, “Look at how excited you are… such a cutie.” All you can manage is a soft moan as his lips meet your cockhead, showering it in simple pecks, enough to have you crying.
Sylus wouldn’t be able to do this to you, would he? He’d never be able to make you feel all of these overwhelming feelings from his presence alone. He was and will always remain a poor substitute for your big brother.
Why did you ever run away from Caleb? Silly boy. Silly, silly.
Just saying The Pitt is not for the faint-hearted since it is a medical drama about the emergency department and what it is like working as a doctor or nurse in the emergency department. You need to have a lot of empathy if you wish to watch it since shit is happening in s2 that needs watchers to be empathic to the characters.
But hey, you get a 2 hot old men and one of them is shirtless in s2.
oooo shii another medical show?? okokk I'm definitely binging this then and watching a __ hour long character analysis of each character
HI!! May I request (maybe yandere/possessive?) Malleus Draconia x M!Fae Reader AU where they’re childhood best friends and both powerful mages, with Reader helping Malleus learn to control his overwhelming strength and emotions, they grow up side by side and deeply trust each other, but as time passes their views on power and leadership begin to differ, Malleus becomes more extreme in his decisions and ends up doing something that causes massive destruction “for the greater good,”
Reader tries to stop and reason with him but Malleus refuses to listen, believing he’s right, which deeply upset Reader and causes their bond to completely fall apart, they separate without properly communicating and pride keeps them from fixing it, yet Malleus still considers Reader his closest friend even from afar, growing possessive and jealous when he sees Reader with new companions, quietly threatening or intimidating anyone who gets too close, insisting to himself that Reader still belongs by his side, so it’s basically tragic miscommunication, pride, unresolved feelings, and two powerful divorced parents turning into everyone else’s problem 💔
— 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐱 𝐌!𝐅𝐀𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
FANDOM: Twisted Wonderland
TAGS: Childhood Friends, Fae!Mage!Reader, Non canon (duh), Alternative AU where Lilia isn’t as involved much in Malleus’ life, Slow Burn, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, OOC Malleus
PROMT: Growing up by Malleus' side brought you more than you ever bargained for.
REQUESTED? Yes
A/N: i am so sorry this took so long………. AAAAYERFVUE, this is over 5k words and I'm not even satisfied with it… ENJOY
For the longest time, Malleus was a lonely child. This was due to his strict grandmother, Maleficia, who constantly kept a watchful eye on the young prince, from the way he dressed and spoke, to his etiquette, and even who he befriended. He was, after all, the crown prince of Briar Valley.
That's when you came along—a solution to the young prince's loneliness.
You were the son of one of the kingdom's most loyal nobles, handpicked among your siblings for your obedient nature and overall approachable appearance. You were perfect for the young prince.
The day he met you, you watched as his eyes lit up, subtle enough that his grandmother couldn't read into it.
You could admit it was awkward at the beginning of your friendship; that was one of the few complaints you could have made during your early years with Malleus. Over time, he began to really warm up to you, gradually speaking first instead of you, his voice still barely a whisper when he did so, but you never minded. You never judged or scolded him for it, unlike Maleficia.
You were a beacon of light in his dark world, void of anything warm or outwardly caring.
As the years went by, you remained by his side—studying with him, learning to use your magic with him, sparring with him, growing with him. And it was all Malleus could ask for during the years of his childhood. How could he ask for a better companion than you?
Sometimes he'd be visited by Lilia, and he'd go on and on about you, what new thing you and he had done, and when Malleus would visit Lilia at his cottage, he made sure you'd always come with him.
One day, on a particular visit to the older fae, you and Malleus met a young infant he had taken in. But this child was odd. He didn't smell magical at all, nor did he look like he was born of fae origin—if the blunt tips of his ears were anything to go by. That's when you found out he was, in fact, a human.
His name was Silver, and that day, Lilia had decided to give you and Malleus the task of taking care of him while Lilia went to the market.
Being the more responsible one between you and Malleus, you took the initiative to stay by the child's side, curious eyes locked on him. It was still odd seeing a human; they smelled different, not clouded by magic—it didn't run in their blood the way it did for you and other fae. You wondered internally how Lilia could possibly take care of such a being.
Malleus stood back, eyes on your back, glaring holes into it.
Why were you giving all your attention to that child? You didn't even spare him a glance, and it had been twenty minutes since Lilia had gone off to the market. He folded his arms and hardened his gaze. Of all things you give your attention to, it's a child? A human child no less?
Such a fragile creature, why were you giving away your attention on such an unimportant endeavor?
You could feel Malleus' steely gaze, more piercing than a sharp blade. With great caution, you carefully picked up Silver in your arms, exactly as Lilia had taught you, supporting the infant's neck. Surprisingly, the grey-haired child remained asleep. He reminded you of your little brother, always napping and drooling. Though you were never allowed to be near him, let alone pick him up like this.
As you held Silver close, you heard Malleus approach, his boots stomping on the hardwood floors, loud and echoing through Lilia's quaint home.
"Must you concern yourself with that?" He spoke in an icy tone, one you had never heard before.
With a brow raised, you turned to look at Malleus, suddenly close to you, maybe about a step away from pressing against you. Holding the child closer, you nod your head. "Of course! Sir Lilia requested us to…" Your gaze wavered when you saw a flash of bright green appear, a sudden air of great magic emanating from Malleus' figure. Was he truly so angered by this?
Either way, you had to explain this to him in simpler terms, lest you face a silent fury from the young prince."Silver reminds me of my baby brother." You swayed, easing the infant as he stirred. "I… can't help the protectiveness I feel towards him."
The explanation seemed to have lessened the increase in magical energy, turning it into a subtle shimmer now. You locked eyes with Malleus again, thinking it may be safer now.
"Perhaps it is an instinct. I am, after all, an older brother," you added, speaking under your breath, but loud enough that the young prince could hear.
Malleus nodded, visibly relaxing as his tense shoulders dropped and his furrowed brows unwrinkled, his eyes resting calmly above his softened gaze. "I see…" He glanced downward to the child in your arms, watching him for a few seconds before speaking again, his tone taking on a more vulnerable shift. "I wouldn't know what it means to be an older brother."
You nodded, eyes still observing the other boy. "It's not as fun as I make it out to be. Trust me," you joked, laughing with a single breath as you propped Silver up on your arms to hold him properly.
The young prince stares down at Silver, contemplative as he usually is. He still had his guard up, apprehensive at the mere thought that Lilia had asked him to take care of such a small creature. It was odd, thinking he, too, was like that—vulnerable and dependent on those around him.
"May I..?" Malleus asked, holding his hands out.
You give the other boy a smile and a nod. "Here." Carefully, you help Malleus take a turn while carrying Silver, guiding his wrists to ensure he supports the infant's head and maintains a stable hold.
Malleus' hands are unsure, but they find their place and manage to keep Silver in his arms somewhat comfortably. He stood still, child in arms, and stiff like a statue. It amused you greatly. You were surprised the infant hadn't woken up yet from all this moving around.
"Pfft—" you snickered, earning you a frown and furrowed brows from the other boy. "Relax," you grin, "You're holding him as if he'd fall out of your arms at any given second."
You observe the way the tips of Malleus' ears turn a warm shade of red, clearly embarrassed. "He may… 'tis not an unimaginable scenario for a child such as himself."
"Hm…" You shake your head, drawing near to help steady Malleus' arms and attempt to situate Silver in a better position in the young prince's awkward hold. "Relax." That single word was enough for Malleus to ease up even the slightest bit, though he tensed once again as you took his hand; the sudden contact must have startled him. You let go as soon as you noticed, clearing your throat while you grabbed his sleeve instead.
Those green eyes flickered from yours to Silver's sleeping form. The child's face was scrunched up and looked like he had begun to be roused awake from all the moving around. The child squirmed in Malleus's hold, and all he could do was silently panic, trying to mimic what you had done and swaying the infant in his arms.
"Stop moving…" He murmurs under his breath, gaze flicking back to you while you continue to stand there, watching.
Sadly, it was only getting worse for Malleus, because as soon as he looked at you for assistance, Silver immediately woke up, looking confused and looking like he was about to cry if his twitching lip was any indicator. Soon enough, he—
"WAHHH!!!!!!!"
Malleus panicked even more, quickly handing Silver over to you for you to deal with instead. Though you yourself were unsure of what to do. "Malleus—"
He shook his head, turning away and covering his ears.
You could feel the room temperature drop abruptly, and the same aura of cloudy magic oozed from the young prince's form. He was panicking again, and you didn't know what to do in this messy situation.
But luckily, you didn't even need to calm Malleus down as Lilia soon came through the door, hands full of all sorts of vegetables, fruits, and other such items from his time at the market.
Ever since that day, you had grown rather cautious, taking care not to suddenly trigger a flare in Malleus' already unstable magic. You didn't exactly know why, but you took note that his flares usually occurred when they involved you—an instance when you were tutored by a different mage and in a different room, or you had decided to have some alone time in the library without first informing Malleus. Though you quickly brushed away that theory, deeming it too self-confident.
As if the crown prince to Blair Valley would be so unstable. No. It must be due to his blood and the high amounts of magic he was born with naturally. Unlike you, only able to somewhat match his level due to growing up with him.
As both of you reached adolescence, Malleus' sudden bursts of magic had managed to lessen over time—with your help, of course.
You were one of the few people who could help Malleus calm down during his flare-ups. The simplest of reassurances from you was enough to help ground him.
What didn't help was Malleus’ grandmother, dead set on molding him into the perfect king for Briar Valley. Her obsession with this led her to be twice as controlling with who Malleus could or could not talk to. Now he was only allowed to talk with you, Lilia, his tutors, or her.
But he only ever felt like you were his only real company other than his guardian, Lilia.
Isolation clung to you as much as it did to the young prince. Being stuck in the same castle with the same people, learning the same things over and over again to fully master your abilities and bring to fruition your potential. Malleus' constant presence didn't help either, but you found it rather hard to talk with others your age or close to it due to the strict rules that prohibit just anyone from approaching either you or Malleus.
Once, you had snuck out of your and Malleus' study time under the excuse of using the bathroom, and you decided to venture out into the gardens.
There, you found a gardener's child who had come in to assist her; he looked about your age, maybe a year or so older than you, and, from your point of view, was an admirable fellow. When you approached him whilst he was tending to a bed of roses, you felt your heart race—a feeling you hadn't felt in so long. Luckily, despite being known throughout the entire kingdom as being Malleus' close and perhaps only friend, the gardener's son was happy to chat with you casually.
He told you all about the different plants in the garden, some of which you didn't even know were there. It turns out he had been hoping to talk to you for a few years now, though he never found the courage to do so during his visits. It's bizarre how you only ever noticed him now.
”And these roses, they’re very notorious in Briar Valley… there’s a superstition that if you even try to rid them of their thorns that you may become cursed.” He explained in a whispered voice, while crouched down beside a bed of roses as if trying not to let the said flowers listen in.
You crouched beside him and chuckled at how silly it was, but you knew the nature of fae and their odd curses. “I see…” You reached out to caress a petal.
”Oh! I never told you my name!” The gardener’s son suddenly said, standing up as he held out his hand at you. “My name’s Westly.”
You reach out and take his outstretched hand, standing up as well, “[Y/N].”
He beamed at you as you said that. “Oh! Oh my goodness! The young prince’s sole companion? I-I am so sorry, I wasn’t aware I was speaking to a nobleman.”
With a sheepish smile, you shook your head. “Oh, please, this is the most pleasant conversation I’ve had in years.”
Westley’s eyes widened, “Really?”
You nod in confirmation.
He chuckled, feeling silly now.
Unbeknownst to you, Malleus had been watching your little interaction from your shared study room, eyes a bright green. He was absolutely fuming with rage, so much so that you could feel his gaze like a hot rod at the back of your head. After being by his side for years, you had developed a sixth sense whenever it came to Malleus and his sudden bursts of magical energy. Weary, you excuse yourself from your current conversation, apologizing for cutting it so short.
"I should head back before someone notices I'm gone. I hope I can talk to you again soon." You flash a quick smile, and the gardener's son returns his own, after nodding in understanding.
“Oh… okay! I’ll try to convince my ma to let me come help out here again soon!” He waved goodbye, to which you did the same.
His words made you feel excited as you silently anticipated his return. You hadn’t met someone new in what felt like an entire millennium, and talking to this boy made you feel accomplished in an odd, self-gratifying way. No matter what he talked about, you were more than happy to listen to him—from his thoughts on the language of flowers to the different native blooms of the kingdom. Unfortunately, that was soon overshadowed by the thought of eyes still watching you as you stood in the garden.
Trying to ease yourself, you took a steadying breath and walked, finding your way through the familiar, winding corridors of the castle and back to your and Malleus’ study room, a smile on your lips as you greeted him again. “Sorry for taking so long, I was—”
“Who were you talking to down in the gardens?” All you were greeted with, though, was a cold, biting tone from the young prince. You paused and scratched your neck.
So it was his gaze that you felt moments prior. You should have known better than to converse with your new friend in such an open area, let alone an area where Malleus could see you both so easily. “What are you talking about?” You acted aloof foolishly, as if you weren’t acutely aware of the fact that Malleus had seen you.
Though part of you was still hoping, praying that he would believe your words.
“I may have conversed with a servant, but that was because I accidentally lost my way again,” you laughed, strained and awkward. “I can never familiarize myself with this massive castle after all…” a lie right between your teeth.
Malleus looked unconvinced as you had predicted—because who in the world would be foolish enough to-
“I see…”
Oh.
The black-haired male walked over to you, expression unreadable, though his eyes shimmered bright green under the warm light of the sun, beaming through the open windows. “Then from now on, allow me to accompany you when you need a bathroom break.”
He took your hand, holding it close as his expression morphed into something more contemplative. “I do not wish to burden you with my presence, but… even so, I cannot help but enjoy being by your side, [Y/N].”
A warm dust of red coated your cheeks at his words, that fluttering feeling you felt just moments prior happening yet again, but the guilt overtook that feeling. His admission only caused more remorse. “A-ah… I see.” You cleared your throat and nodded stiffly. “Your presence does not burden me, your highness—”
He gripped your hand tighter and interrupted you, “Malleus.”
“Right. Malleus… I… quite enjoy being by your side as well.” You had to take a steadying breath as you continued, cheeks warming up. “But you needn’t cause a hassle for yourself with my inability to navigate through these halls.”
As you locked eyes with him, an endearing yet stubborn look returned your stare. He wasn’t going to accept your rejection of his offer. Though whatever this young prince said was never truly an offer as much as they were direct orders. Orders which—as a mere son of a Lord—you cannot deny regardless.
“‘Tis no hassle, [Y/N]. In fact, I insist upon it.” His grip on your hand tightened, his full strength encasing it as he held it close to his chest, pressed right against his heart, beating at a thunderous rhythm.
You sighed, because how were you to deny the crowned prince? You squeeze Malleus’ hand in response. “Fine, your highness,” you say jokingly.
Malleus huffs and shakes his head, “You are quite annoying when you want to be, [Y/N], such disrespect,” he joked in turn.
“Yet you do nothing to condemn me, Malleus.”
Those green eyes narrowed as his lips quirked. “Because I am aware no amount of repercussions will ever dismay you and your indomitable spirit.”
“Ha!” You playfully poke Malleus’ side, causing him to laugh.
“Hey!”
Sadly, you never got to see the gardener's son soon after you met him. Apparently, he and his mother moved to a different town.
You never knew why, and you only found out when you asked the head maid. It saddened you greatly, so much so that you actively began to rant about it to Malleus.
"I can't believe they left so suddenly," you suddenly muttered under your breath as you walked side-by-side with the young prince.
He glances at you from a book he was reading, raising a brow in curiosity. “Who?”
You return his stare and frown. “The gardener and her son… they were such nice—"
Malleus' gaze turns from curious to something else entirely, almost scoffing as he cuts you off, "You shouldn't waste your time on talking with our servants' children."
But his words left a bad taste in your mouth; worst of all, they showed that he never believed the lie you told him on that faithful day you met Westly. "What are you saying?"
"I am saying that you should have never even talked to him." His words are sharp, so sharp you can almost feel them cut you.
Despite his burst of anger, somehow, he managed to keep his magic from flaring out—a complete contrast to what would have happened when you were kids. You could tell he was barely holding himself back, though, from the way his eyes glowed a faint light green, making him look all the more menacing.
But your rebuttal only further fueled the fire. ”And why not? Because it violates some unfair rule your grandmother made?”
Malleus clenched his jaw and turned away. "There are rules for a reason, [Y/N]… you've been distracted at our lessons and practices because all you can think about is that boy."
"And what's so wrong about thinking about something other than our lessons for once?" You were appalled by how Malleus was acting.
"Because he's hindering you, [Y/N]! C-can you not see that?" His stutter would have made you feel sorry for him, but as he dropped his book and reached out for your hands, that feeling all but fled.
You take a step back, expression morphing into disgust. "Hindering me?"
"He doesn't even deserve to be thought about by you, [Y/N]!"
You could only be so patient, and in the end, you couldn't take any more of this. His words made you remember that, in the end, Malleus was a prince. The crowned prince at that. The very fact that you were defying his and his grandmother's words would be enough to have you executed. But you wouldn't have that, and you knew that Malleus would never allow that to happen.
For years, you have sat back and allowed those above you to always take what they want, to have what they want. You're tired. Tired of the lack of autonomy in your life. "You do not dictate my life, Malleus. No… I refuse to be told what should or should not be for any longer."
"[Y/N]…" Malleus tried to speak, but you've had enough of being an idle, pliant companion.
But you wouldn't speak. As childish and unfair as it was to do this to Malleus, from that day on, you refused to speak a word to him.
As you neared adulthood, you and Malleus grew to be the two most powerful mages in all the kingdom, and Malleus respected your wish not to speak to you except to keep up with formalities. It was awkward, but it had to be done. You weren't one to forgive easily, and your grudges could stand millennia before you even gave any thought to reconciliation.
Soon, Malleus would be crowned king now, and you'd be his most trusted advisor, because who would you be without Malleus?
You kept up your aloof facade, ignoring Malleus when you were alone together. That didn't stop Malleus from watching you, though. You could feel it. Every. Single. Time. It unsettled you— but your pride was too high to even try to confront him about it.
What was worse was that you couldn't keep anyone as an acquaintance, and that wasn't because you had poor social skills; in fact, between you and Malleus, it was clear who was the better man at social interaction. You couldn't keep acquaintances because they would always disappear, either that or they'd avoid you like the plague. You knew deep down that it was Malleus causing all of this, just like he most likely did with Westly and his mother.
Yet, once again, you were too prideful to confront him about this, so you let it go.
You grew up to be a picture of humbleness and warmth to the people, as opposed to Malleus' more cold and serious reputation. Both of you were well-respected, but the people knew who they would rather have as their king. This fact bothered Malleficia so much that she slowly began to cut you off from the training Malleus had been receiving, but, through some miraculous blessing, you were able to remain by the young prince's side.
Miracles don't just happen out of nowhere, though, and you knew that the moment you met Westly again by chance during a nighttime festival where you decided to sneak off to. He was standing by a stall full of lush, kaleidoscopic flowers.
Contrary to what you had believed, he didn't move away; instead, he told you that his mother had been fired soon after he talked to you, no doubt because of Malleus' grandmother once again.
"I… I'm sorry that that happened," you spoke with immense guilt, "I shouldn't have broken the rules to talk to you if I had known your mother would get fired."
Yet the cheery male remained, well, cheery, smiling with a visible and endearing gap between his two front teeth, you hadn't noticed that before… perhaps it grew with time.
"No, it's alright! If my ma wasn't fired, we wouldn't have gotten the chance to start up a flower shop!" He motioned towards his stall. "But I should take you to the real shop, there's much more to see there."
You could feel that familiar flutter once again, just like when you were younger. "I'll try to sneak out sometime during the morning."
He smirked at that, "Oho? You snuck out? Here I thought the old Queen's heart was warmin' up!"
You laughed along with him, and you spent that night walking with him while he showed you all there was to see at that festival. It was magical being able to mingle amongst common people. You didn't have to act, keep your back straight, or even be nice. You were just you that night.
It's too bad your plans to sneak out were deterred.
Just like all your other acquaintances, Westly began to avoid you, disappearing when you neared him.
You were growing tired of this cycle. So, you finally decided that enough was enough and approached Malleus.
Your footsteps echoed through the halls, loud and foreboding, with one mission in mind. As you arrived at Malleus' study, you felt your heart skip a beat. Were you afraid? Nervous? You hadn't spoken to him properly in gods knows how long, and now you were here and about to confront him. Finally. Yet you were so, so hesitant.
Without even knocking on the door, you pushed it open. It gives way into Malleus' study, and you catch him where he usually is these days, busy at his desk, studying—as one would do in a study.
He raises his head at the sound of the large doors opening, and you both lock eyes.
One.
Two.
Three beats pass before either of you utters a word.
"What did you do with Westly?"
Those six words easily leave your lips, making the tension in the air grow tenfold, almost suffocating.
"I did what was necessary." He answered vaguely.
What in the living hell did that mean? You didn't know. Yet at the same time, you did know. You knew it was by Malleus' hands that every person you had talked to, become friends with, or even shown the slightest bit of interest in, vanished without a word, whether it be metaphorically or literally.
"So you did do something?" Your anger shone through as your previous hesitancy waned.
Malleus put whatever he was doing to the side and stood up, his lanky form crossing over his desk as he spoke, each step making it clear that he meant every word he spoke. "You were chosen to stay by my side. No one else's." Eventually, he was in front of you once more, and your eyes never left his. "I have endured years of your silence, but I will not watch idly as you give your heart away to someone as unworthy as him."
Oh.
A confession hastily made.
You didn't say a word. Malleus looked as though he was struggling, and so you gave him grace.
"I… I have desired to keep you by my side since we were children, [Y/N]. I can't possibly lose you." Throwing away his status, he poured his heart out for you.
"All those people you begin to form connections with—I can't stand them. My only desire is to have you by my side. My heart has already suffered these years of your silence." His eyes glossed as tears brimmed in them. "Please don't leave me, [Y/N]… You're all I have." And eventually, tears slipped down his cheeks.
It was unsightly seeing the crowned prince in such a state of distress—of desperation.
Your expression remained unreadable as you took it all in. Malleus' words, his admittance, his desire to keep you by his side.
He was scared that you, his sole companion, would leave his side. You were the one who comforted him on days when his magic was unstable or his emotions spilled over. You were the one he relied on when he felt like his entire world was falling apart from the weight of his responsibilities.
You were always one to hold grudges, keeping them close to your chest because hurt was never an easy thing to let go of. At Malleus' side, you weren't unhappy. You weren't dissatisfied with him. It was simply in your nature to want more. To converse with others and socialize.
Now your only other friend was gone again, and Malleus…
Oh, your sweet Malleus.
You reached for him and pulled him into your embrace. The weight of years of silence heavy on both of you.
"It was unfair of me to push you away like that… for… for all these years." You knew how isolating it was to be a crowned prince, because it was right in front of you.
Malleus cried into your shoulder as you drew patterns on his back.
You held him close, the same way you had held your grudges. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say, and perhaps there's some truth to that.
Also! What other requests are you looking forward to write?? (This is when you have beaten writers' block of course and finally feel excited to actually write for things)
I’m about to finish a Malleus x M!Fae!Reader fic but I’m excited to write this Mike x M!Reader onee, heheheee
TAGS: Porn/No Plot, Extreme Cumflation, Degredation Kink, Praise Kink, Vore, Romantic Cannibalism, Unrealistic Dck Size, Cupious Amounts of Cvm, No Pronouns Mentioned for Reader
PROMT: Looks like Caine's grown an interest in you... so he decides to take you on your own adventure.
REQUESTED? No
A/N: Take this as my apology xoxoxo
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"W-wait— ####! Caine!" A piercing, burning, and all-consuming burst of pleasure and pain floods your mind as Caine looks down at you, his gaze as piercing as his cartoonish eyes can be. He has you suspended in the air, in a place unknown to you, but all you can focus on is the fact that Caine was caressing your cheek, your hand in his 'mouth' as his tongue wrapped around it like some kind of tentacle—tasting you, a delicacy even he can't duplicate.
For a being as comical as him, he wasted no time giving you a 'reward' for being his favorite human. His favorite, most precious human. For the first time since you've been trapped in this hellhole of a digital world, you felt arousal. This is exactly something you'd imagine. Something you'd search the internet for just to get off on.
You weren't even aware he was capable of giving you this feeling—this mind-numbing, orgasmic feeling.
His teeth bite down harder on your hand, crushing whatever bones were in your appendage as you gasped in pain, yet pleasure overrides the feeling once again—whether it was willed by Caine or not, you can barely even think about it as he hums, low and rumbling.
"Your taste is so unique... it's unlike anything I've 'tasted' before..." He laughs to himself, "Not that I've tasted anything before. I am an AI after all."
He wipes away a tear that escapes from your eye, apparently enjoying the way you react to his ministrations. You remain pliant, letting him take from you and do whatever he wants to you.
In the end, he's fulfilling your darkest fantasies. You always wondered how it'd feel if someone were to eat you—consume you while you let them.
"My favorite human," he whispers, biting down even harder until your arm breaks off, making you scream.
"####! C-Caine, wait it—" You try to protest, but you cut yourself off as a sharp, pleasurable shiver runs down your 'spine'.
The AI's tongue pulls back and tastes the broken code from your freshly bitten-off hand, his own snapping, stripping both you and Caine, and transporting you onto a soft bed. You look down between you and find yourself curvaceous and Caine muscular with a pleasant surprise between his legs, as girthy as it is long. His unrealistic proportions only spur you on, making you feel so damn... wet? Slick?
He pins you down, holding himself above you as you whimper in pain pleasure, breaths shuddering as your mind grows cloudy. "Your mind file is the most interesting of all, you know? So depraved... out of all the humans here, you're the one who deserves to be trapped here, hm? You have one sick mind, [Y/N]." You don't even notice how he uses your real name as you moan loudly.
Without even asking, he aligns his massive cock with your entrance and slams all the way in, pulling away from you as he grips your hips in his big hands. You fit against him perfectly as he made you to, and you bulge from his obscenely large dick.
"Hahh!~ Caine..." You babble out as your eyes roll back. It feels so good to be filled in such an overwhelming way. You clench around him, head lolling to the side as your vision blurs. In your pleasure-drunk haze, you feel his tongue against your stomach, enjoying how your body morphs to fit him. You reach out with your hand-less arm, and he wraps his tongue around it once again.
He groans above you. "You like this, right?" His tongue laps at your 'bleeding' arm.
Even while he dominates you like this, he seeks validation. It's in his coding after all.
You nod your head, gasping as he pushes in further, making you feel all sorts of euphoria. "Yes... you're doing such—ah~ a-a good jo—hb," your words drawl, unable to stop yourself from making lewd noises. "Caine, please..." You beg, yet you don't even know what you're begging for. All you can say is, "Make me feel good."
He laughs at your pathetic self, yet you can feel how your own words of praise affect him as his dick throbs inside you. "I think you mean to say: 'Breed me',"
He doesn't even let you respond as he starts thrusting into you, his tongue no longer tasting you obsessively but instead latching onto your nipples as he leans down, grabbing your legs and essentially folding you into a mating press.
You're reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess, no longer able to think about anything other than how good Caine is fucking you right now. Even your biggest dildos would never be able to match his massive size and his perfectly rough thrusts. Caine is right. You are depraved, but god, you can't even feel shame for it. Not when Caine has you pinned down like this, fucking into you in precision and perfect pace.
His hot tongue prods and laps over your nipples, twice as sensitive as whatever hole you had down there. "Ahh~! Caine—Caine!"
"You're the only human that appreciates my efforts to please you..." Caine groans out in a hauty, breathless tone as he watches you through it all, observing with sick glee as you writhe in absolute shameless gratification.
Your hands find purchase in the sheets below you, gripping onto them as if your life depended on it. You feel something building within you, similar to an orgasm, yet ten times more intense.
Caine seems to be aware of that and starts thrusting into you even harder, slamming down and making you bulge even bigger, making you look heavily pregnant—the thought excites you, as if Caine had somehow unlocked some primal instinct within you to be bred and pumped full of babies.
"Caine...!~" You whine as you feel your release draw closer.
The AI lets out an almost animalistic growl as his tongue works with his thrusts to make you feel more pleasure, flicking at your hardened nipples and playing with them, making sure the other is never left out.
"I'm gonna breed you 'till you're overflowing with my cum."
Oh God, he knows exactly what to say. You let out a high-pitched squeal as, finally, you cum, squirting your juices all over Caine's sex.
Caine moans at that and at the way you clench even tighter around him. He leans down, teeth closing around your shoulder as he bites down harshly, enough for your bones to break, yet you feel no pain, only pleasure. "####! ####—Caine~ Nggh!—"
"There we go..." He slowly stops biting you, talking with a voice low and breathless.
A searing hot flood fills you up, and you know by Caine's sudden stillness that he finally came. Your eyes fall shut, and Cain bites down on your shoulder again, crushing your bones further as you moan weakly, completely and utterly satisfied as load after load of cum is pumped right inside you, filling you up until you feel like you're about to pop.
Cain takes another piece of you while he lazily thrusts into you, your hole making sexy, wet, squelching noises with each deep thrust. He crushes your shoulder with his large teeth and moans merrily at your addictive taste.
He's about to eat you whole now, and you know it. Each firm bite upon more of your 'flesh' leaves you sighing in contentment as if indulged by his unabashed consumption of your digital avatar. Your mind grows more and more hazy until you 'pass out', unconscious in a way that your mind is too overloaded to register any further stimulation.
You're left with the knowledge that you've been eaten by Caine, made one into him, at least until he decides to reform your avatar and redo this entire process again, which, you hope he does.
You wouldn't mind staying with Caine here, as long as he continues to fulfill each dirty, depraved fantasy your sick mind has to offer.
Are you doing okay? Or is life + writers block kicking you in the butt?
I’m alrighttt— oh boy are they kicking me in the ASSSSKAXJEHXJA I’m still working on requests thooo, just taking wayy longer cuz some r pretty long… thanks for checking in!!
May I request Twilight, The cullens x deaf!GN reader pls!! Like the reader losing their hearing after some car accidents, the Cullens just finding out and visit them (on the hospital)
— 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅!𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
FANDOM: Twilight
Tags: During New Moon, Reader is Bella's Twin, Memory Loss, Hearing Loss, Hospital Setting, The Cullens, Mentions of Kidnapping, Inaccurate Everything (pls bear with me), OOC Everyone
Prompt: A horrible accident renders you deaf. Comatose in the hospital, you get a few visits from familiar, pale faces.
REQUESTED? Yes
A/N: Ofccc I can do thattt, lowkey gonna rewatch Twilight after this lolll I highkey think I mischaracterized em
You don't quite know how you even got into this situation. The air around you was thick with the smell of hand sanitizers and other medical and clinical chemicals. You, meanwhile, were stuck in a hospital bed, an unsettling silence around you as your eyes slowly opened, the harsh light blaring right into your eyes, unforgiving as ever. A low groan vibrates from your throat as you find there were people around you, but you could barely focus your eyes to see them.
Their mouths were moving, yet...
Furrowing your brows, you look around, bringing a hand up to your ear in confusion.
It dawns on you then that you can't hear anything. Panic rises within you as you glance at the people around your bed. The Cullens.
You almost wretch at the thought of them being here. They were here, but where was your sister? Where the hell was your sister? You wince as a sharp pain shoots from your eardrum, you cover your ears and shut your eyes, throat vibrating as you assume you let out a whimper. Before any more distress can come your way, a gentle, yet porcelain-like hand falls on your shoulder.
As you slowly open your eyes, you find Dr. Carlisle by your side, and it seems everyone else left to give you some space. Your heart rate doesn't slow down, though. Where was your sister? You needed her now more than ever. Or Jacob, or—fuck—even your father.
You watch as Carlisle starts to speak, yet you don't react. You can't hear him. With a shaky hand, you point to your ears. You try to speak, even if you can't hear yourself. "I can't hear you."
Carlisle's expression grows more serious, his lighthearted smile gone. Taking a deep breath, he takes out a ballpen and a notepad conveniently in his pockets and starts writing. Then, he shows it to you. 'How are you feeling?' A simple question, luckily.
Your arms felt too heavy to raise a give a thumbs up, so, instead, you just spoke, "I feel really shitty," you joke despite the tension in the air. Carlisle nods his head, his smile returning at your attempt to lighten the mood. He then writes another message quickly. It was a good thing you could read his penmanship.
'Do you remember what happened?'
Did you?
You tried to wrack your brain, whether or not you remember what had happened before waking up... yet the only thing that came up was bits and bobs, moments without context that you couldn't quite fit together. Your head hurts just trying to recall anything. Carlisle notices the way you flinch and shut your eyes in pain. He reaches out and places a hand atop your head, easing you from the hurt of remembering.
As you open your eyes, he mouths what you can make out as, 'It's okay.'
The older male glances sharply toward the door—most likely someone knocking. Unintentionally, you leaned upward when Carlisle pulled his hand away.
He gives you an apologetic smile as he leaves your side to answer the door. Everything about this was sending you down a spiral. What the hell happened? Why can't you hear? And most of all, where was everyone else? Where was your dad? Your sister? Jacob? That damned Edward, who left her after telling your sister he didn't love her.
Jacob was no better. How could he be such a bad influence on her after—oh.
Now you remember.
With a grip on your blanket, the puzzle pieces of memories finally fall into place.
At the time, you were trying to convince Bella to stop being so reckless, to stop going from one extreme to another just because Edward and his family left. You were still there, weren't you? Didn't that mean something? And then you ended up following her with the pack of werewolves Jacob was apparently a part of. Next thing you knew, she was at a cliff's edge, and you were yelling at her to just stop—to come home with you and stop acting like a suicidal girl.
She wasn't the only one hurt by the sudden disappearance of the Cullens, and you wanted to make it a point. To your downfall, instead of backing you up, Jacob took Bella's side, and after you had to yell at him as well, you ended up getting pushed off the cliff—unprepared.
You fell headfirst and blacked out upon impact with the water.
God, no wonder your head hurts so damn much. Though before you could lift your gaze, you felt arms wrap tightly around you.
"Bell—" you grunted. You didn't even need to see her face to know who it was. You relaxed against her and wrapped your arms around her despite your entire body protesting against it.
Oddly enough, you can feel the vibrations from her throat as she speaks, and the way her chest rises and falls with each quick breath.
Slowly, she starts to calm down as you rub random shapes on her back, your face pressed against her shoulder to ease her stress and your own headache that was gradually coming in. Your sister pulls away from the embrace as she looks at you, her warm hands holding onto your face with the most worried look in her eyes. It didn't look good on her. You couldn't stand to see it directed towards you.
"B-Bella..." you muttered, or at least you hoped you did.
The two syllables from your lips seem to make her tear up now, her hands stiffening against your cheeks. Carlisle comes up behind her and places a hand on her shoulder. Beside him is your dad, arms crossed, a hand over his lips, his wrinkles worsened now by all the worry you must have brought him.
"Dad..."
He looks at you, lowering his hand and offering you a tired smile. You didn't need your sense of hearing to hear the words he mouthed. "Hey, kiddo."
You turned your gaze back at your sister as she pulled you back into a hug. You could feel her tears wet your shoulder now. Your father joins in, heaving a heavy sigh as his arms wrap around both of you.
After reuniting with your father and sister, you were left alone in the hospital room. Your father had a job to tend to and your sister... was doing her own thing.
Carlisle told you what had happened, including when you fell and what happened after. Apparently, Jacob didn't mean it; he was overcome by a wild sense of fury that he couldn't quite control because he was a werewolf and all that. You were honestly getting sick of all of these supernatural creatures. Worst of all, when you were underwater, apparently, the vampire that tried to kill Bella, whom she and the other vampires assumed were dead, came after you because you smelled like her.
Curse this life.
Apparently, falling into water at that height could cause hearing loss, and, well, here you were.
The first person to come visit you after a while was, surprisingly, Edward. Alone. Without Bella. What the hell? It baffled you, really, but you were glad. Being alone, without any noise, and stuck with your thoughts was beginning to get to you.
He walked in and was by your side, a piece of paper and a pen in his hands as he looked down at you. You were told before that he could read minds and that you didn't have the same mental fortitude as your sister. For all you knew, he was probably reading your mind right now. The small smile that appears on his face says it all, though.
You huff in amusement, but you were still angry at him. For leaving, you thought out loud in your silent mind many things when it came to Edward, but one thought was the loudest: 'Why did you leave?"
As quickly as Edward’s smile appeared, it soon turned into a frown.
He turned his gaze away, looking off to the closed window in your room, its view hidden behind a thick curtain. Then, he turned around to grab the chair nearby, pulling it beside you as he took his seat and began writing at your bedside. You watched, eyes seemingly transfixed on the way he wrote on that piece of paper.
Soon, he pulled it up so you could read it.
'I was trying to protect you and your sister. I couldn't risk putting you two in any danger.'
Your look of confusion soon turned to frustration, and in your mind, you responded, 'Why did you tell Bella you didn't love her anymore?'
Then, he paused, eyes locked on yours. His shoulders slumped as he went back to writing his response.
He lifted the paper once more, and it read: 'It was the only way I knew that would guarantee she wouldn't follow after us.' 'She would only hurt herself more.'
That's where he was wrong, you thought as much. As he read your mind, he shook his head, his own brows furrowing as he found you unable to understand his actions. Before he could write another hasty response, though, you had another visitor. This time, it was Alice and Jasper. You felt a sense of calm wash over your body and mind, Edward, all but glaring at the other male there.
Alice smiles at you, skipping over to you opposite Edward with a small white board and a pack of colorful markers. She places the two items down and takes your hand, holding it up, encasing it in her porcelain-like palms. You return the smile, and as Jasper joins her, you catch Edward standing up abruptly. You turn your head to him, eyes locking.
He motions towards the door with his thumb.
You give a court nod in reply.
You watch as Alice sighs, her gaze slowly returning to yours as she mirrors the look Carlisle gave you. Worried, saddened. Most of all, guilty. You were glad they felt at least some semblance of guilt after leaving you and Bella unexpectedly, especially after they made you feel welcomed, as if you were already a part of the family.
"Hi..." Your throat still felt scratchy as you spoke up. Alice doesn't seem to mind the hoarse texture of your voice and murmurs to Jasper if he could get you some water, or so you could assume from your attempt to lip-read.
She slowly let go of your hands, sitting on your bedside as she began to write on her whiteboard, taking out a [f/c] marker as she scribbled onto it.
On the board, it read. 'I tried to get to you on time, I'm sorry.'
Her penmanship was far better than that of Carlisle's or Edwards, it was almost comforting.
You nod your head, yet all you wanted to ask was the same question. So, weakly, you asked aloud, "Why did you leave?"
Alice sighed, knowing you'd ask that. She erased her previous message and contemplated for a bit what to tell you. As she wrote, the door opened, and Jasper came in. He stared at you before walking towards Alice, handing her the glass of water. You saw as she smiled at Jasper and took the water, handing it over to you.
"Drink," she said with exaggerated mouthing.
You huff, taking the glass of water. As you drank it, you felt relief, your mouth and throat no longer dry. You leaned back against your hospital bed and waited for Alice to finish writing.
As she did, she placed the board on your lap, 'We had to leave, or else the people here would get suspicious. I'm sorry I didn't tell you or Bella.'
You didn't meet her gaze after you read this, knowing already the kind of look on Alice's face—guilty and pursuadable. But you wouldn't forgive so easily. Sure, you're starting to understand their reasoning, but you wouldn't go further than that. Not for now, anyway.
Putting away the now-empty glass on your bedside, you responded, gaze still anywhere but Alice.
"It hurt... wh-when you left." Internally, you hoped you were saying the right words.
Alice took the whiteboard from your lap, writing her next words. 'I know. I'm sorry :(.'
You almost chuckled at the small frowny face she drew, but you were tired by now, wanting to sleep. Your big yawn was enough to signal that. Taking the board back, Alice wrote her final words to you. 'I'll see you later. Get some rest <3.'
You nod, finally raising your head to look at her. As you did, you saw her eyes glistening under the light. Maybe it was a vampire thing, or maybe she was tearing up, you didn't know, but neither did you question it.
Alice leaves the whiteboard and markers on the couch next to your hospital bed and leaves with Jasper, the man giving you one last look before disappearing.
Weird guy.
You decided to lean your head back and rest for a while, the two visits taking up most of your social battery. Despite lying down the whole day, you felt as heavy as a rock. A soft hum vibrated from your throat as you lost yourself in thought.
Would the other Cullens visit you? You only met them a few times with Bella, but their sudden disappearance affected you as much as it affected your sister. Maybe it was just a twin thing, though.
Out of all the Cullens, you were quietly hoping for Esme to visit. Something about her motherly care that you never quite received from your own mother made you feel a deep ache in your chest.
The rest of the day, you spent dozing off and eating when food was delivered to you.
Soon, it was nighttime already, and you had new visitors. Did the hospital have strict visiting hours? You didn't know.
Your new visitors were Emmett, Rosalie, and Esme. The pale blonde offered you an unsure smile while the brunette gave you a nod. Esme, on the other hand, wasted no time making her way over to you and hugging you tightly.
You had never gotten the other two. Emmett was alright, but Rosalie, with her distrust in you and your sister, made bridging the gap to her all the more difficult. Not that you were making a conscious effort to get along with every Cullen, though. Unsure, but glad to see Esme, you returned the hug, grip weaker than hers.
As she pulls away, you find yourself leaning into her touch, chasing the faux warmth of her embrace. The other two Cullens had already gotten to your bedside, and Emmett had taken hold of the whiteboard and markers. He picked out a red marker and wrote on the board. His penmanship was as manly as he was, in whatever way that happened to be.
'HOW ARE YOU?' He wrote in all caps.
Your lips curl into a lopsided smile as you shrug and hold up a thumbs-up.
Emmett chuckles and nods, erasing his writing before replacing it with. 'Good.'
Rosalie, on the other hand, still takes caution as she stands by her lover's side, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Part of you wished you had gotten close to her the same way you've gotten close to Alice. She looks concerned for you, yet hesitant to talk to you. Esme notices, and she shakes her head in amusement.
You watch them talk over you without any real context, but the next thing you know, Rosalie's taking the whiteboard from Emmett and taking out a purple marker.
Jotting down whatever she wanted to say, she soon revealed what she had written: 'Get better soon <3.'
It was endearing seeing the horribly drawn heart beside those words; you couldn't help the smile that blossomed on your lips.
I LOVES IT!!!!! IT SO WELL DONE!!!! IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!!!
Can I request another one? And what other request/ideas are you cooking up?
Ofc u cannn I’ll open my requests again after I finish two more reqs, u can check the requests I’m currently working on and ongoing series in my introduction posttt heheee
