Should've stayed

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This year’s prompts have been released! The usual rules still apply and we hope to see everyone’s entries this year!

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― The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan 

“There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land. A time and date. The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. But there are others. Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. Those, they never go away.” 

― Crimson Peak (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro

“There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.”

― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“What is a ghost, after all, but a repressed memory, the past demanding to be heard in the present?” 

― Alfred Mac Adam, Introduction of Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey

“If that staid old house near the Green at Richmond should ever come to be haunted when I am dead, it will be haunted, surely, by my ghost. O the many, many nights and days through which the unquiet spirit within me haunted that house when Estella lived there! Let my body be where it would, my spirit was always wandering, wandering, wandering, about that house.” 

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations 

“May you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights 

“Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream”

― Euripides, Herakles 

“In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.”

― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls 

“In real life it’s the living who haunt you.”

— Franz Wright, from section 1 of “Observations,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)

“Perhaps I haunted her as she haunted me”

— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca 

“They were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. What can’t be.”

― Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

“And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive.”

― I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

“You’ll always be my favourite ghost”

― Big God, Florence + the Machine

“I’m begging you to keep on hunting me” 

― Haunting, Halsey

“I’ll come back to haunt you”

Like being dunked in cold water, there's thick fingers around his wrist dragging him in the opposite direction. Achilles had been in the middle of a sentence, but it's soon forgotten as he's quite literally pulled from the conversation and to his boyfriend's side.

"What gives?" he demands. It was completely unlike Patroclus to so rudely interrupt him when he was talking to someone.

But there's something off: Pat's ears are a dark red, and he won't look Achilles in the eye. Instead, he covers his mouth with his other hand. "That girl," he says.

Achilles waits for an answer that doesn't come. "My lab partner?" he asks. "What about her?"

Pat looks like he would rather be anywhere else than here having this conversation. "I... I didn't appreciate the way she looked at you. Or touched your arm."

It takes a moment because it's so unlike him, but eventually the gears turn and the pieces fall into place. "You were jealous of her," Achilles says, almost a question instead of a statement.

Spot on. Pat's shoulders hunch to his ears. "No, I just don't-"

"My sweet Patroclus... a jealous man!" Achilles sing songs. He's never seen Pat when he's possessive! It's adorable how quickly he tried to take ownership of what's his, how determined he was to make sure everyone knew Achilles was spoken for.

"I'm not-"

Achilles laughs gleefully and dances in a circle around Pat as his boyfriend tries to storm away. He's attempting to be angry, eyebrows drawn together in a deep frown and his lis set in a straight line, but his fingers twitch where they'd held onto Achilles only a moment earlier like something is missing.

Almost obediently, Achilles tucks himself against Pat's side and wraps an arm around his waist. It's where he belongs- his rightful place. Pat holds him tight and presses his nose to the crown of curly blond hair.

Pairing: Sasusaku (Naruto)

Summary: Sasuke Uchiha is all she could ever ask for. He kisses her to sleep, dreams of her and wakes her up to his warmth and affection. And Sakura loves him, through and through. /Fluff! smut.

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: I had so many tenders feels while writing it so I hope I will be able to convey some of it to you through this. Please review if you like it, thanks for reading! ♡

I think of you, I want you too. I’d fall for you—

Day breaks up with the tenderness of her husband’s lips against hers. Eyes lazily flutter to meet with his mismatched orbs and a familiar darkness shadowing them. “Sasuke-kun." She whispers, followed by a soft moan which slips off the silk of her tongue as his calloused fingers form lazy patterns over the softness between her thighs.

He leans in to kiss her lips chastely, followed by a low whisper of ’good morning’. His forefinger traces the lines of her folds, slowly but sensually as his forehead places against hers. Her breathing is erratic as one of her hands cups his face, thumb stroking the corner of his lips as she deeply stares into his eyes through the veils of his lids. "You woke up so early" she murmurs, followed by a soft groan as his finger slips deeper into the wetness of her sex, stroking her clit in a gentle fashion.

Summary: Sakura doesn’t need her hands to make him lose his sanity. /Sasusaku, PWP

Rating: Mature

Author’s Note: So I thought of ending this beautiful journey with some smoking hot smut, I hope you guys like it. See y'all in hell.

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And it’s all soaking wet, as you take me in your mouth—

Day 031 | SSM'20

Prompt: She's not yours | for @dy-lan-sss

Title: Infidel Salvation

Summary: Every night she sneaks through his walls and every night he makes love to her. Every night she cries to him and every night he bleeds for her. /Sasusaku, AU, forbidden love.

Rating: T

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else—

Folklore series | Chapter 10/16 | illicit affairs

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There's a dawning hue to the way she looks at him, the darkness hovering above lays helpless to it. Sparkles and glimmer, only to be hooded by the dullness of shame and infidelity. But not towards him. Because towards him, she only feels love, love and love.

Twisting and turning in between the hold of his arms around her naked body, her lips desperately clinging to his own hungry ones, exasperated fingers pull his dampened dark locks and long nails painted red, leave scratches on his back, in just the same color. Drowned into his love but startled by even the slightest of sounds, she clutches onto his shoulders, as if frightened to lose her dear life. But it isn't death that she fears so much— it's losing this little, ephemeral bliss that his touch provides to her wretched life, that she doesn't want to forsake. It's her own hidden world of happiness and her sacred treasure veiled by the secrecy of his safe shelter.

Even if it's far from holy and rather sinful and probably unforgivable, to the God and to the rest of the World, she can't stop her hands from holding onto his muscular frame, then roam all over his rough skin, only to settle pressed against his cheek. Thumb stroking his beautiful darkened lips, only for her bruised ones to claim them.

“Sasuke-kun." She whispers low, afraid to be heard by the terrors outside. And he holds her closer, afraid to let them know and take her away.

It's the same, every night. She'd sneak into his arms to feel safe and sound, to feel loved and to love, to make love and to feel the pleasure no other warmth of the universe could provide her but his loving and generous arms. And he'd massage all the bruises marking her velvet skin, kiss her bleeding lips and wipe away the tears staining her face.

"Sakura." She looks up into those mesmerizing orbs of his, "why don't you run away with me?" He asks her, charcoal eyes stare at her painfully, narrowed with visible ache and discomfort at the sight of her discolored skin.

"They'll kill us." She replies, kissing the knuckles of his fingers laced with hers. A broken smile crosses her lips.

It pains him to see her like this, but seeing her bleed to death would be far beyond it. As long as his lips could ease the ache in her bones and his arms could heal the wounds on her skin, it's the only thing he'll keep on doing. The saddened expression of her face only adds to the misery that his heart is poisoned with, so he holds her frail frame closer to his chest, stroking the side of her arms as his lips press to her forehead.

"I'll tell you a story." She hears him speaking, and she nods her head at the same lines he repeats every night. It's almost like a lullaby to her. "There's a girl that I love", he speaks, carefully running his fingers through her soft, pink hair. "And she loves me too", she smiles at the sound of his voice, snuggling closer to his chest, "If you ask me," he pulls away to lift her face up, enough to look into those gorgeous, green eyes of hers, "you are hers?" She giggles, completing the sentence she has memorized over the years of being together with him in stealth, knowing every inch and corner of his being, learning the scent of his sweat and having retained every bit of his lingering tastes on her tongue.

He leans down to kiss her cheek, right where it's marked with a bruise of abuse, "and she," he whispers, anguished eyes smiling as he awaits her truthful reply. She smiles at him too, just as broken, just as racked. "She's not yours." Comes out as a soft cry through her hitched breathing.

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There's a deafening silence to the way this swarm of the populace hails to their glorious king. All clad in golden and adorned in the bright. Silvers of his shining armor blinding to the sight. But Sasuke only sees the red marking his fingers and the blood staining his sleeves. The tyranny behind his royal smile and the lies behind his promising words. The nails penetrating his palms only seem to make him bleed but he finds himself is immense pain when appears the beautiful Queen of his country. Looking up from the heaps of the peasantry, his eyes meet with the green of hers as she smiles into his direction, unnoticed by the crowds, unknowingly undefined.

There's a darkening gloom to the way she looks at him, the candescent daylight lays helpless to it. They don't know— no one. But he doesn't know either, how to watch his lover in the arms of somebody else. How to let them know that this woman isn't just the queen of his country, but also rules his heart. How to claim her pleading lips from here, all the way through the roaring crowds separating them. But when she smiles at him, he knows that he has her bewitched, both her soul and the body.

So he waits— and he waits, for the night to fall and cover their grave sin, for he pines to hold her in his arms, and kiss her lips and make love to her; away from these noises and hidden from the ruins of this Country, deep to where they hide their secrets and bury their love within the Earth.

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Author's note: So I've started this new one-shot series but I will be completing a few more of the SS month prompts too. Let me know how you feel about this one, thanks for reading!

Title: Apocalypse

Summary: Because he kisses her in places that hurt the most. Sasusaku/ blank period.

Rating: T

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When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes, you’re the only thing that I think I got right—

Day 014 | SSM’20 @ssmonth

She feels the tips of his fingers against hers over the mattress underneath. His humid breathing on her cheeks, his forehead pressed to hers. Sneaking to intertwine their digits, his hooded eyes shyly glance at her, while hers peek behind their lids. There’s an undefined beauty to the way he looks at her, as if rendering her naked even with all these layers of clothing. Not only in terms of her physical form, but also the emotions she can barely confront herself. So she sometimes finds herself looking away, as if shrinking.

He doesn’t seem too bothered by it, though, so he kisses her cheek softly, where it’s dusted the most red. Sasuke has always witnessed her as a girl with enough self-confidence, as somebody who isn’t afraid and someone who knows her worth— at least for the present few years, but it’s at times like this that the girl he loves, is insecure and shy, like she used to be when they were still kids. Hesitant eyes which avoid meeting his, her heartbeat— loud and fast, he can hear echoing in the silent room, her fingers weakly hold his shirt, shaking lightly over his chest and the adorable way she keeps on biting her lower lip.

He kisses her lips then, softly and timidly, and she clutches onto his hand a little tighter for a moment. It hasn’t been long since they started traveling together, and even though they have been peacefully comfortable in each other’s company for far too long, becoming cosy with physical intimacy is still something they are in the process of discovering.

Title: A Woman’s mind is a deadly place

Summary: She isn’t talking to him and he doesn’t know why. Sasusaku, fluff.

Rating: K

Religion’s in your lips even if it’s a false God—

Day 001 | SSM'20

The loud thud of the breakfast tray on the table awakens his partially asleep conscience as his eyes snap open to see her figure from the back, retreating into their kitchen. Normally, she’d be a lot more gentle. She would softly kiss him awake in their bed, would kindly greet him good morning and lovingly serve him breakfast— most of the time, they would even cook together; but it all seems foreign to him today.

Sai’s words echo his thoughts when his confused mind starts to wonder why. “women tend to act very quiet when they are upset. They don’t talk to you. They don’t even look at you." He has told him the night before, "but they also make sure to cause every other kind of noise to get your attention." He didn’t quite understand what he meant by that before, but it has started to make a little more sense to him, witnessing his wife’s behaviour towards him, now.

He wonders what her reasoning is. Maybe she’s upset because he only came back home at 5AM in the morning— but he remembers telling her that beforehand, and he’s sure she understands.