Venetian Tour 🛶

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Bonus comic

(Italian alt)

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit-chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama's always gotta back-track

When everybody talks back

sylus x f!reader third pov

tw: mention of nightmares, blood, torture, scars and signs of ptsd.

darkness had been once her friend. now it seemed like a snake that slowly curled upon her neck until all she could do was thrash and hear it breaking, sickly crunch by crunch.

"no... no please." she whispered, her hands trembling as she backed away her hands scraping agaisnt the floor.

the metallic scent of blood and the burning smell of metal choked the air, her chest hurting as she tried to draw some breathes. or maybe it was the fear constricting her throat.

in the pitch black room, the glowing red rod was the only thing that illuminated it. that illuminated the white masks the man holding it wore and the dried tear and blood stains across her face.

clink.

her eyes darted helplessely toward the hook where the chain was connected, the tight metal that had form blisters on her foot stopping her backing away. her back hit the cold wall behind, chest rising sharply as she looked at the rod inching closer, her eyes shining with tears and lip trembling into broken sobs.

"please-please don't-"

"well we wouldn't, love," the sickly sacchire tone of his voice dropped her stomach into the pit. "if you will just open that mouth and tell us what we want to know."

the tears spilled, her body trembling and desperately trying to push herself in the wall. she could feel the warmth- burning warmth- that the rod emitted, molten iron some inches away from her already bloodied arm. "i cant- i dont know- please-"

"well, thats just too bad." that man sighed, tilting his face before shrugging. he didnt gave a moment of reprieve before the metal met her arm.

the scent of flesh and her own screams rang throughout the corridors.

no-

no please-

i will die- please, somebody stop it-

help-

anyone please-

somebody kill me-

she woke up with a gasp, a half formed scream lingering on her lips while she sat up, her right hand cradling her left forearm. the red scar was healed beneath her fingertips and yet it still felt the same. her nails scraped against the skin, tears falling from eyes and breath caught somewhere between chest and throat.

"no-hey, hey, sweetie. look at me," her lips parted in a gasp, hands trembling as her head turned around enough to look at him. "its okay. see you are not there now, you are here, you are safe."

his crimson eyes were furrowed, something sharp and aching beneath them as his hands hovered hesistantly above her shoulders. "can i touch you?"

she nodded wordlessely, her lips trembling when he pulled her into his chest. her hands fisted at his black tshirt almost immediately, face buried in his chest as she tried to breath. "i am sorry, i am so sorry-"

"please dont apologise," his voice was hoarse, arms firm around her as his thumb traced circles on her shoulder. and if she could look up and see, she would have seen tears in his eyes too. "please dont say sorry when you suffer through a hell long after you have left it. please dont say so, when i should be saying it."

surrounded by a warm embrace and safety of his arms, her breathing finally steadied. eyes wide as she blinked them. "its exhausting for you too," she whispered. "its been two years and yet i cant sleep without screaming." her voice broke as she bit her lip. "i try to- i just can't..."

"its not your fault, its not your fault." he gently grasped her shoulders so she can look at him. "it hurts me to see you like this, but its not your fault, love."

"you-you should go back to sleep," she said. "you have a meeting tomorrow."

"you are not going back to sleep though?"

her fingers twitched agaisnt her knee as she looked away, her heart still thudding against her chest. "you might have gotten me out of there, sylus. i am living now but i- i dont have the courage to again face those memories in one night."

his fingers softly brushed a strand of her hair back as he forwarded her a glass of water she drank. she stilled at his touch for a second, her body wanting to retreat by instinct before she let herself lean in.

"then i shall be awake with you too."

"you dont have to-" her voice was shaky.

"i want to."

she swallowed, her voice was small, hand still grasping her scarred forearm. "then can you hug me for a while?"

@riddlers-assistant-andrew

"EEP! W-Who is it?"

*Despite asking, he doesn't wait for a response and comes scrambling over to unlock the door, grabbing the handle with a cloth-covered hand.*

"A-Andrew! What a lovely surprise! Come in, come in!

*It takes him a second to notice what was in the man's arms. He looks down with a furrowed brow, all of his confusion summarized into brevity by a single pointing downwards at the offerings.*

- The War Profiteer

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Authors Note: Ughuh i hate posting these to the wrong accounts.. anywaysss sorry this is kinda buns! It's a pt 2 to busy woman if you squint... but I promise I'll do another character soon, Darry is just my fav ever!! Expect Two-Bit or Steve soon.. Then another Dally one. Should I do angst or fluff? Help a gal out

Please tell me I'm not the only one who sees romantic undertones in this cover? Mahoraga's wings did not have to stretch over Dabura like that?