#I keep forgetting the title forgive me for i have sinned

[froyena-is-having-a-panic-attack]

Someone make bowuigi and moshang clothes swap

[partycatty]

@crimsonbubble let's go crazy together (inspired by their priest johnny fic)

priest!older!johnny cage > forgive me

warnings: this is so many levels of fucked up, sorry religious people. i am not religious so sorry for... the uh.... inaccuracies?

notes: gulp

[ masterlist ]

• he hears you enter the confession booth, his heart skips. he memorized the clack of your pretty church shoes from across the room, your scent dizzying him through the divider. he dares not look.

• you sit in one graceful motion, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as your lips part to speak. "bless me father, for i have sinned. my last confession was... well, quite some time."

• johnny chokes on air, disguising it with a smooth clear of his throat. the grip on his rosary tightens.

• you take the shuffling silence as an urge to continue. "my sin is... impurity."

• oh, you poor thing, johnny thinks to himself, trying to ignore the pressure in his slacks.

• "tell me more," he coolly urges, palm sliding downward to try and relieve the ache. "tell me what troubles you."

• as you close your eyes to articulate your words, johnny snatches a peek at your profile through the sheer divider, head unmoving but eyes wandering across every detail he could absorb through the blurriness.

• his gasp of pleasure was overtaken by your soft voice. "my thoughts, no matter how hard i suppress them, plague me, father." the title makes his cock twitch needily. he wanted, no, needed to fuck your sweet body until all you can do is pray the lord averts his gaze. "they are dirty, sinful, they keep me up at night and fester during mass."

• "are you married?" he asks, though the question is mostly for his own knowledge.

• "no, father." his hand snakes under his belt, squeezing his dick through his boxers.

• "i see," he groans. "no need to worry, you are a child of god. he will forgive all if you pray and ask for mercy. these thoughts do not control you." as much as he wished they did. god, he was a horrible man, a horrible messenger of god. johnny wonders if he should take a turn confessing.

• "i am sorry for my sins," you murmur shyly, face hot from your confession. you turn your head slightly to sneak a peek, only to feel the heat from the other side warming your face. why was he so hot?

• "p-pray," he insists, voice gravelly as he massages his tip slowly but roughly. "pray, my dear."

• your honeyed voice drives him wild as you pray, sweat sticking his hair to his temple as he undoes himself, stroking with squeezing, throbbing pressure.

• "o god, i am heartily sorry for having offended you." the precum seeping from his cock makes his palm shamefully sticky.

• "i detest all my sins because of your just punishments." his other hand tugs at his collar, loosening it. he feels like he's suffocating, blood rushing in his ears.

• "but most of all because i have offended you, my god, who are all good and deserving of all my love." johnny stifles a deep moan as his wrist twists along his shaft, bucking his hips into his hand. he's practically stuffing his other palm into his mouth to quiet himself.

• "i firmly resolve, with the help of your grace, to sin no more and avoid the near occasions of sin." he pops his cock from his pants, angling it upward as he shoots his sticky cum into his palm, other one reaching in his pocket to squeeze his rosary in forgiveness. johnny's breathing is thick and hot as he comes down from his high, entire body burning from shame.

• "...father?" your voice is meek as you notice his absurd silence. just as you turn to check on him, his low, lazy voice replies back.

• "i absolve you of your sins," he finally speaks, staring at the white mess in his palm. his voice feels far away, long forgetting about your confession and instead trying to absolve himself of his own filth. "in the name of the father, son and holy spirit."

• you're quiet for a good, long while. it was johnny's turn to check on you. he peeks at your shape across the divider, biting down on his lips as his heartbeat slows.

• you're already facing him. "...amen."

[morganaas]

A Jacopo Bearzatti analysis

Analysis that inspired me to write, Please read them

The story of Jacopo is that of a man that wagers everything on his ambitions, he seeks the strength to protect the ones he loves but it’s that very strength that ends up destroying himself and everyone around him.

The question of why Jacopo loves Morgana so much that he would do anything to protect her lies in a Requiem for innocence.

In the festival as Jacopo recalls the events of his childhood in the slums to Morgana we see a connection form between the two. Since they were children both Jacopo and Morgana were forced to experience the cruelty of the world far too early.

Morgana at the cruel hands of Lord barnier, and Jacopo in the slums forced to survive day to day in a place riddled with crime and murder. Jacopo even as a child could not keep his hands clean, he admits to Morgana "

I bet I'm completely irredeemable in your eyes. I've stolen, lied, deceived, and even killed people...

"Even as a child, my hands were not free from blood."

Jacopo is a man who had been corrupted by the world, and the one thing keeping him tied to the world, from descending deeper into hell was Morgana. Jacopo's love for Morgana is is what defines him. And what defines his love is not physical, but a romantic platonic love of Morgana.

Jacopo's reason for loving Morgana initially is unknown, but with the white haired girl(The manifestation of Morgana's innocence) we can piece together that Jacopo's love initially comes from him seeing the innocence he once had in Morgana. But through the time he spends with Morgana at the brothel he came to love the girl Morgana and understand his own feelings. A lot of this is shown to us through the short story A Slice of Sweet Serenity in times long lost I and II, this short story tells the tale of Morgana and Jacopo, and how their romance forms.

A story lies in the title" A Requiem for Innocence", a Requiem is defined as a dirge for the dead, meaning a solemn chant for the death of innocence. Requiem for innocence begins with the piece Mozart's Requiem in D-Minor Sequence VI Lacrimosa (A famous dirge lamenting the day of Judgement about forgiveness) as it shows Morgana suffering at the hands of barnier. Innocence is associated with Morgana and it later materializes as the white haired girl.

The story of Requiem is just as much the tragic tale of Jacopo as it is a tale of Morgana losing her innocence and becoming the witch we love.

Jacopo in playing the role of the lord denies his own feelings, and buries them all, condemning himself to the fate of the lord.

And putting the nail in Morgana’s coffin, up until his final moments Jacopo kept up the facade of lord Barnier so much that he accepts the sins of the Lord, and becomes the object of Morgana’s hatred.

“ You’re the cruelest man in the whole world "

With the line “ I killed the young man “ He denies the possibility of becoming that young man, going as far as to say the young man he once was is no longer alive, killed at the hands of Lord Barnier.

Jacopo however doesn’t have the strength to just forget the pleasant memories he had with Morgana. Nor does he have the strength to tell Morgana he is the slave boy. In a moment of vulnerability Jacopo tells Morgana who is oblivious his grievances, about the love he had for her, and the regrets he has.

When Jacopo chooses to bear the sins of Barnier along with his own, this tragedy lies in the fact that Jacopo was Morgana’s one source of happiness in her life.

Jacopo the source of all Morgana’s joy in life is also the cruel man who destroyed everything she loved, the Brothel, the slave man, her very life and joy was taken by him.

“Not only did I fail to protect anything, I destroyed the one thing I cared about most with my own two hands. That’s all I ever managed to do. This isn’t the world I wanted to show you at all. I of all people should have done everything in my power to ensure those good days never ended.”

“For as long as I’ve had the throne, a part of my wanted to say, “I’m done. I have no need of this anymore” But every time the thought rose to my mind it was pushed back down by a refrain of, “So you’d led all that work go to waste? Everything you sacrificed to get here? In reality it wasn’t pride or a desire to hold onto my power that stopped me from doing this sooner. But the fear that everything I had worked so hard for would be for naught.

But now that I saw death looming over her…

It was clear that only greater, more crushing despair awaited me.

It would break me utterly and I would end up abusing my people even worse than Barnier had.”

Upon Jacopo’s death Jacopo’s forced to face the blood on his hands, the death of all those he cared about, and even the death of Morgana. He sees that all his efforts were utterly meaningless. As he finds himself dying alone he thinks back on those simple days of joy and remembers what Morgana said do him that day

“I don’t want to see the world. All I want…

Is to

find our home..”

Jacopo’s final thoughts are

“I never needed to reign supreme. I never needed to favor the masses. All I needed to do was go looking for that little pocket of tranquility.“

Jacopo dreams of a different world upon his death, a world where he chose Morgana, a world where an ordinary boy and an ordinary girl journey to find their home. In other words Fragments

“

This is what I could have had if I’d made the right choices.. What I wanted… more than anything in the world.

“

Jacopo's soul lives through the events of the third door, and the thousand years in the decrepit mansion, never truly forgetting the pain he caused the girl Morgana, nor the sins of his life. Jacopo sees himself as irredeemable, and has resigned himself to his curse.

With these desires burned into his soul, Jacopo exists solely to atone for what he’s done to Morgana, even accepting the curse she has placed on him. Prepared to spend eternity in the mansion if Morgana wishes it.

With the events of requiem we know how deep the bond between Morgana and Jacopo is.

In door 3 Jacopo is reconstructed( body and soul reincarnated) without memory of his past life into a new life cursed to end in tragedy. Jacopo's tale is a tragic one with many references to the Shakespeare tragedy Othello.

Jacopo plays the role of Othello, an immigrant who rose up in society because of his ambitions, and the weight put on him by his father and country. The white haired girl plays the role of Desdemona as she is virtuous to a fault, a women of unfaltering Christian values.

Maria will play the role of Iago, Othello's companion who he trusts, but ultimately the one to betray Othello and bring about his demise.

Our story begins with a similar tragedy, Jacopo in pursuit of his ambitions neglects his wife the white haired girl for a reason unknown to us. At first we are lead to believe Jacopo is naturally cruel man, but the story soon shows us the reasons for Jacopo's actions. It is revealed to us that rumors of the white haired girl being unfaithful are in circulation from the machinations of Maria, the Iago in our story.

Jacopo is deceived into believing the white haired girl has been unfaithful, by Maria manipulating the letters of hers directed at Jacopo to be to other men.

This feign of deception culminates into Jacopo Imprisoning the white haired girl in order to protect his image. Instead of talking to the white haired girl and facing the truth of the situation, he choose to ignore it and to accept the lie that Maria told. In this life and the last, communication and ambition lead to his fall. It is only at the ending that Jacopo realizes Maria's deception, and the innocence of the white haired girl.

This is when the ending of Othello and the ending of door 3 differ, in the Shakespeare play Othello kills Desdemona and himself in a rage of jealously oblivious to the truth. In door 3 Jacopo is made to live alone in constant search of the white haired girl who disappeared the day earlier, with only a note of her love to remember her by. It is only in losing the things he loves most that he recognizes the value they hold.

Jacopo grows old surrounded by wealth but constantly thinking back to the day the white haired girl left in regret. As many decades past Jacopo thinks to himself "Was Michelle really her name ?" His soul never forgetting Morgana, and connecting Morgana to the white haired girl. White haired girl is the manifestation of Morgana's innocence and saintliness lost in requiem, and the innocence that Jacopo first noticed in Morgana.

Dive into Lost I and the nature of the Soul in Fata Morgana

The Cursed Mansion is a desolate place, where sorrow and misfortune gather in the form of decrepit darkness. All darkness in the mansion is a result of past tragedy and deep regrets, originating from the death and curse of Morgana. The watchtower in the mansion illustrates this since the place of the greatest tragedies and the darkest place in the mansion through all eras.

Jacopo and Giselle in I. Lost feel sorrowful as they climb the tower, since their souls experienced great tragedy from that tower. Jacopo could never forget what he did to Morgana, and Giselle could never forget her memories of happiness with Michel. When both ascend the tower they’re struck by the frail sunlight entering the desolate tower. The tower is a place with one opening , which light pierces through, this could be a reminder that salvation will never come, or this could be a symbol of hope that salvation will come. Light in Fata Morgana is associated with fond memories of the past & hope.

FROM I. LOST

"But bathed in the glow of the moon, her hand stretched out to take his--before she realized what happened.

They had both lost those they cared about most. And when their fingers touched- He saw a bright, spirited young woman with an infectious smile. And she saw a kindhearted and sometimes sarcastic young man.

Giselle and the slave, vestiges of their long-forgotten selves, bursting forth for the tiniest, most insignificant of moments.

"Michel, to tell you the truth, I wanted nothing more than to descend these stairs with you, hand in hand.

"Morgana, to tell you the truth, I wanted nothing more than to go back to those days when I could still take your hand.

By the time the head maid had made it across the collapsed stairs, the shadows of their old selves had disappeared without a trace.

Only the maid who always wore a smile and the forlorn businessman remained there in the tower. A faint connection had formed between them, though -a shared solation and emptiness. An empathy, as similarly damaged souls. But that too would fade in time, their connection as fleeting as an autumn night. "

'The sun's light even reaches this deep, dark corner of the world. I mean, of course it does, but.…. I dunno, for some reason, it seems particularly bright today”

Next will be the topic of fragments, and what this moment is for Jacopo and Morgana.

[barinejohn]

--- Day 5

Title: "Walking in Freedom: Breaking Free from the Past"

Post Content:

Welcome to Day 5 of this journey. Over the last few days, we’ve talked about grace, identity, and letting go of regret. Today, I want to share something that has been a powerful part of my story: freedom in Christ.

The Chains of the Past

For a long time, I felt chained to my mistakes. The guilt, shame, and judgment from others made it hard to move forward. It felt like no matter how much I wanted to change, the weight of my past kept pulling me back. Maybe you feel this way too—trapped by bad decisions, painful memories, or the opinions of others.

But here’s the truth: You don’t have to live like that. Jesus offers us a way out.

Freedom Through Christ

The Bible says in John 8:36:

"So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."

True freedom isn’t about forgetting your past; it’s about being free from its control over your life. In Christ, we’re no longer defined by what we’ve done but by what He has done for us.

When I surrendered my life to Jesus, He broke the chains of my past. He showed me that freedom isn’t about perfection—it’s about walking in His grace daily.

How to Walk in Freedom

1. Confess and Let Go: Bring your burdens to God. Confess your sins, and trust that He has forgiven you.

2. Forgive Others and Yourself: Holding onto bitterness keeps you trapped. Forgive and release those who’ve hurt you—including yourself.

3. Renew Your Mind Daily: Read the Bible, pray, and fill your mind with God’s promises instead of negative thoughts.

4. Take Action: Start living in a way that reflects your freedom. Pursue your goals, make amends, and embrace new opportunities.

Bible Verse of the Day:

"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." – Galatians 5:1

This verse reminds us that freedom is a gift from God. But it’s also something we must actively protect. Don’t let your past or the lies of the enemy pull you back into bondage.

Encouragement for You

You are not your mistakes. You are not your regrets. You are not what others say about you. In Christ, you are free. Walk boldly in that freedom, knowing that God has great plans for your life.

Call to Action:

Take a step toward freedom today. Write down one thing from your past that has been holding you back. Then, pray and surrender it to God. Burn the paper if you need to—it’s gone, forgiven, and forgotten in His eyes.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post: “Turning Pain into Purpose: How God Uses Our Struggles for Good.”

Tags:

#BarineJohn #FaithJourney #FreedomInChrist #RedemptionStory #Grace #JesusChristIsLord #LettingGo #NewBeginnings

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[mtdthoughts]

The Twins' Relationship Pt. 9 (Migi & Dali Analysis)

This is Part 9 of the discussion of the twins' relationship and its evolution throughout the story.

Click here to return to the top of the thread (Part 1)

Note that I will use scenes from both the anime and manga wherever I see fit, and of course spoilers are discussed.

This particular post will be about Episode 9, which was hands down my favorite in the series (probably why I wrote a fanfiction about it...), so this post is going to be very long for sure. :)

Honestly, this post might as well be titled "Analysis of Episode 9".

After the twins were both captured by Reiko, they were horrified to find out that she was intent on killing them.

Though Dali was certainly shocked by this whole development, he nonetheless was able to compose himself and assess the situation. Now that Migi was here, Dali had to think of a way to get themselves (especially Migi) out of this dire situation. Perhaps he thought that Migi didn't deserve to be in this mess, and the way he looks at Migi struggling in frustration convinces me of this.

Indeed, once Reiko tells them that she will spare one of them, Dali's mind seems to already be made up, as he readily sacrifices himself for his brother.

This scene honestly made me tear up, and the intense emotions made me rewatch it many times. Dali's words are especially heartbreaking and give the reader/viewer a good peek into Dali's mind and feelings.

"Without Migi I couldn't go on. But Migi would forget all about revenge and all about me. He'll live on."

Notice he doesn't say anything like, "Kill me because I'm the bigger threat". His words highlight not only his deep love and devotion to Migi, but also his vulnerability and insecurity, as well as his guilt and remorse. At this point, revenge didn't matter, and perhaps Dali hated himself for forcing Migi to go along with it, making him suffer, and even almost killing him along the way. He likely couldn't forgive himself, believing that he lost Migi's love deservedly, and that Migi would be better off without him, a failure of an older brother.

Migi was shocked to witness his normally strong and cool brother like this, realizing that he had hurt Dali so much that he was ready to embrace death. He realized that he had mistakenly believed Dali didn't love him, only to make Dali suffer and think that he didn't love him. Migi felt guilty for abandoning Dali, which would only be amplified after almost losing him forever.

Thankfully, the twins were saved by Micchan, and it's clear that the twins (especially Migi) were traumatized by this event, with Migi holding onto Dali's arm tightly after they escaped.

But with Reiko still out to kill them, Dali saw no choice but to leave Origon Village forever, as she basically ruled over the town with her immense influence.

He decided to use the life that Micchan saved to keep Migi safe and to start their lives over, which also seems like he's running away from his past mistakes and sins. He was determined and felt obligated to do this no matter what, even slamming the floor and raising his voice to coerce Migi into submission after the latter expressed a desire to go home.

Though Migi wanted to go back to the Sonoyamas, he still obeyed Dali, even clinging to him when he was scared, as if he was afraid of losing Dali again. I'm sure that regardless, Migi was determined to stay with Dali, and wouldn't have gone back to Origon Village unless Dali agreed.

At this point, it seemed that the twins had reverted to their codependent relationship, except now both of them have experienced the pain of loss and separation from each other, and so they were determined to stay with each other.

Still, Migi couldn't just ignore his desire to go home to his new family and friends, and in the manga, he sulks while Dali does his best to get Migi to accept their new life at the shrine.

At this point, it's very clear that Dali no longer cared about revenge, and all that mattered was just living with Migi, so he tried to do everything to get his little brother to be happy. Perhaps, above all, he wanted Migi to love him.

Yet, Migi's wistfulness only seemed to give Dali misunderstanding. Sure, he was frustrated that Migi wanted to go back and risk his life, but I also think that Dali was frustrated that Migi didn't seem to be acknowledging his efforts, that Migi didn't love him and has replaced him with the Sonoyamas (which wasn't true!).

Feeling cornered and insecure, Dali decided to throw away the bicycle to get Migi to forget the Sonoyamas, starting the fight, one of my favorite scenes in the whole series. I do wish the anime could given some more time into this fight to properly express the intense emotions that were displayed.

It was clear that Migi has grown to accept the Sonoyamas' love, which was why he decided to defy his brother, which he almost never does.

Feeling rejected and frustrated again, Dali decided to settle this with brute force to get Migi to accept his way. It was through this exchange of fists that their true feelings and their scars are in the open. Furthermore, because Migi and Dali are identical twins, this fight could have also been interpreted as a struggle with their own selves as they come face to face with their own sins.

Dali opens it up by accusing Migi of loving the Sonoyamas more than him and his own mother, proving that he felt that Migi didn't love him. On the other hand, he's well aware that he put revenge ahead of his brother's well-being, which he regrets.

Migi accuses Dali of not loving him by choosing to die and leaving him behind. On the other hand, he's well aware that he was the one who hurt Dali to this extent, which he regrets.

Dali continues his accusation by getting mad over Migi opening up to Akiyama, which isn't really about Akiyama, but more about Dali feeling unneeded and unloved by Migi. On the other hand, he's well aware that his betrayal of Migi's trust was what caused Migi to run away in the first place, which he regrets.

Migi responds by reminding Dali of this sin, which made him lose faith in the older brother that he trusted and admired for so long. On the other hand, he's well aware that his obliviousness to Dali's issues is what caused Dali to go behind his back in the first place, which he regrets.

Still, neither of them would yield to the other, as Dali continued to beat Migi both in a desperate attempt to protect him and out of frustration. Perhaps Migi felt Dali's pain and loneliness and needed to use words to put Dali at ease. His first few attempts (i.e. walks with Sardine, bug-catching with Akiyama) don't go through, only frustrating Dali further, who clearly did not want to beat his brother.

Then, Migi's heartfelt wish to go home and eat cherry pie together with Dali and the Sonoyamas changed everything. Dali realized that this was what Migi, and that Migi still loved him and wanted him to be happy too. Dali knew all too well that Akiyama and the Sonoyamas were good people and could be trusted, yet for the longest time he resisted them because he needed to remain strong so that he could carry out revenge. But I think deep down, Dali loved them just as Migi did (as evidenced by the end of Episode 6), though he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He was touched by Migi's earnest wish and couldn't bring himself to crush his heart once again, as he decided that the happiness in the Sonoyama house was something worth risking their lives for, and that perhaps his mistakes and sins can be corrected.

As the twins end their fight, Dali calls Migi an idiot again for risking his life not for revenge for their mother but for "sickly-sweet pie", though in my opinion Dali really thought of himself as the idiot for not realizing his true desires sooner, so he decided to go with what Migi wanted for once.

With the fight concluded, the twins then head back to Origon Village, riding off into the sunset, which is quite fitting symbolism. They then repeat their signature catchphrase (i.e. "Don't let your guard down, Migi." and "Fully understood, Dali."), though their relationship is not the same as it was in the beginning. Now, they are aware of each other's vulnerabilities, and they both find reassurance knowing that they are loved by the other despite everything that's happened. Their bond is now much stronger than before, and they become united once again through their love for each other.

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Over Dosing On Grace

Verse of the day

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+Romans 5:20 God’s law was given so that all people could see how sinful they were. But as people sinned more and more, God’s wonderful grace became more abundant.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN AFFIRMATION **

I AM CONFIDENT IN GOD

I AM STRONG IN GOD

I AM LOVED BY GOD

I AM WAITING ON GOD

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Thoughts

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The grace of God is so essential in the Christian life; it’s a gift that God has given to us that was given when Christ died for our sins; in today's verse, it tells us that God first gave the law as to rules for people to follow, but as people sinned more and more and paid no attention to his laws he decided to give us an abundant supply of grace!

I remember one time I went to this new coffee shop in town, and they were like a ma-and-pa shop. They gave away from free food, and after a while, I noticed they stopped one day; the older gentleman worked there; we were talking about how they had done certain things to bring customers in and how some customers took advantage of it, and they abused it so they stop giving a lot of the product away. He said if you are not careful, people will take advantage of a good thing.

I remember him saying this to me, and last night it made me think of us as Christians; we have a good thing which is grace, but some of us overuse it, we abuse it at any opportunity we don’t take into account what we do and how to avoid sin we hear some people say well thank God for grace! Or that’s why we have grace; grace isn’t meant for us to abuse, grace isn’t meant for us to deny the power of God and to turn away from a true relationship with God, and in order to have a relationship, we must build trust, love, worship and submit to God.

“Psalm 25:11 For your name's sake, O Lord, pardon my guilt, for it is great.”

The psalmist right here said lord, pardon my guilt; for it is excellent; he knew he needed God's forgiveness; he knew he needed his love to pass over his life and to see him! We see here that David wanted to humble himself before the lord; he knew what he would lose if he didn’t go to God, and he knew what he would’ve been without if he didn’t mend things with his father, sin and guilt can cause us to have a broken connection with God, it’s paramount when we sin that we ask him to forgive us but on top of that not to sin on purpose.

“Romans 6:14 For sin will have no dominion over you since you are not under law but under grace.”

Sin doesn’t have to have any control over us! Sin doesn’t have to be our master anymore because we are under grace, but we allow sin to be our master when we can’t control ourselves, when we can’t turn away and turn to God! A lot of times, what happens is because we aren’t communing with God, we let flesh come in, and we have to exercise are grace; Grace is there to help us continue dwelling in his presence; grace is given not because of our family, not because of what we have done, not because of our title but because of Christ, no one deserves it at all !!

“Romans 11:6 But if it is by grace, it is no longer on the basis of works; otherwise grace would no longer be grace.”

Grace isn’t built on what we do or who we helped because if that’s the case, we will no longer need grace, Grace won’t be grace, but grace is based on Christ dying and giving us opportunity after opportunity to get it right, what more do we need, what more do we need to get it right but some of us still have to push the limit why because we feel we can, and we shouldn’t, grace isn’t given to us to use over, grace is given to keep us in his loving arms. Grace is given to everyone; we don’t have to do anything to obtain it but be a child of God.

“2 Timothy 1:7 For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”

We always look at this verse for the fear part, and we forget to see he gave us the power to have self-control, don’t get me wrong, it’s hard to discipline ourselves, but we must; it’s hard to say no, and that’s why grace is there, BUT we must always use the power to have self-control over ourselves, we must try that’s why the verse says STRIVE for perfection, we must try to do it grace is a beautiful gift when we are working on developing a sense of not entertaining a particular sin not for when we know and abuse grace!

**Today, if you are ashamed of what you have done and don’t know what to do, know that you and I both have grace; Grace is given to us for us to be able to stay in the presence of God and for us to be forgiven, abusing grace shouldn’t be what we do, grace should be appreciated and looked at as an opportunity to lean on God for self-control, pray for self-control, pray for understanding of grace, grace is why I’m here because he has seen fit to give me an opportunity to get it right each day! He knows we are of the flesh; allow him to help you control your desires so you won’t fulfill them. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Prayer

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Heavenly Father, thank you for your love and grace, and mercy! Lord, thank you for giving us the understanding of grace! Lord, we don’t want to overuse it or abuse it, but we thank you for allowing us to be in your presence, lord; we ask you nto teach us how to have self-control, Father, we want to bare that fruit; we want to change how we handle our body we know our body is yours we surrender our body to you too. We ask you right now to cleanse not just our minds but our heart, hands, and mouth. Help us to be compassionate towards others and help us to love beyond what people do,in Jesus Might Name, Amen

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Reference

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+ Titus 2:11-12 For the grace of God has appeared that offers salvation to all people.

12 It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age,

+2 Peter 1:2 Grace and peace be yours in abundance through the knowledge of God and of Jesus our Lord

+John 1:16 Out of his fullness we have all received grace in place of grace already given.”

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Further reading

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Exodus 32:1-33:23

Matthew 26:69-27:14

Psalm 33:1-11

Proverbs 8:33-36

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[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

Robo just dragged FIzz to find the others, not really in the mood to pull his punches with what he said or did with his brother, he was pretty pissed as well.

But when they found them and Fizz walked up, the resunding clang as Robo facepalmed sharply at Fizz just having to sass at Striker filled the air, followed by Striker's chuckles before he sneered slightly.

"Really Clown? You sure seemed to fall for the joke of an idea this shit was okay, and wouldn't hurt the one person who takes your shit without complaint, makes you a fool in my eyes. To put it concisely, your a dick. And not funny in the slightest, most of all today..." Striker said, hissing the title out, leaning on the railing as he gestured to the sin beside him, his mane actually flaring up at that

"Not now Striker... No reason to make this worse..." Ozzie sighed, still not even looking at Fizz, putting his arms over his knees and curling in on himself a bit, Striker just rolling his eyes with a growl, crossing his arms before Fizz actually started apologizing, Ozz looking up slightly when Fizz called his name, but his face still looked utterly depressed and he seemed more focused looking around Fizz then meeting his eyes. Adjusting uncomfortably at what he said.

"I... Love you too... b-but that doesn't change that you did it. That you did... nevermind , we'll just talk about this at home..."Ozzie spoke lowly, looking away with a frown on his face, not sure what else to say to Fizz right now especially in front of his employees.

Chaz perked up when Fizz referred to him, awkwardly chuckling "I mean I've had worse scares in my life, besides I have botched jokes before just don't do it again please..." Chaz said more just to show he understood, not forgave or was ready to forget cause it was really bad scare that was almost triggering but still he didn't want to be angry.

Robo on the other hand openly glared at his brother as he turned to him, tendril like arms crossed, rolling his optics before he smiled, walking up to Fizz and pulling him into a hug oddly enough, before he started glitchily whispered into his ear.

"Well your lucky I told Oz-Ozz before he went in there... I may Love you Bro, but even I see this 'pr-prank' has Mammon wri-written aallll-allllllll over it... So stop taking his shitty prank tips, or else I might need to do something if you keep wrapping me and my bo-boyfriends in em too..." Robo drawled out threatningly before breaking up the hug, a normal smile on his face now as if he hadn't stricken the practical fear of god into his brother, but least he was the only one smiling now, that was something.

And then there was Striker, who glared as well but then huffed at the apology as he rolled his eyes "Yeah don't be surprised if we suddenly go off the grid to avoid this shit next year and least I knew what I was doing, instead of scraping together a plan to make this disaster. Clear your search history Clown, you may be giving Blitz a run for his money with that perverted shit. Striker responded, it wasn't forgiveness, not even close but he didn't seem likely to snap Fizz's neck soon... probably. His tail still looked ready to slap him. Silence hung in the air for a bit before Chaz spoke up.

"Sooooo~ Now what?"

Marina's interrupted comment was kinda lost in the chaos as Striker and Chaz ran off and Robo leaped up and pinned his brother to the wall with an intense grin as he hid behind the clipboard, grinding his teeth a bit as Fizz tried to make excuses. "Making Oz-Ozzie think you were in danger so you could tell him he's dumb see-seemed fun to you,?... Also if you think Oz-Ozzie would willingly leave you alone with M-Mammon then you haven't been paying attention, and it's your relationship." Robo deadpanned glitchily, adjusting his posture so only one arm was keeping Fizz there, the other on his hip

His eyes narrowed in annoyance at more excuses, and when Fizz bopped him with the clipboard, that crazy grin came back, spinning his head, almost about to grab FIzz by the throat and drag him out of here before Marina stepped in and grabbed the clipboard. He couldn't help but smirk as Fizz's excuse vanished into thin air.

He rolled his eyes at Smiley telling on him, not really caring, then glaring Fizz down at again more excuses "B-Bitch I'd kick your a-and dump your ass if I was in Ozz's sho-shoes, your lucky Im helping at all!" Robo pointed out before grinning at Fizz finally caving and starting to walk out, Robo following behind him in almost dramatic march, hands behind his back.

The other three were still in the same postions when the almost twinned Jesters found them, Ozz not even bringing his eyes up from his lap as his employee's did their best to comfort him. Striker turning his nose up at seeing FIzz "Heh... Well if it isn't the biggest fool of all today? Come to tell us it's all a filthy joke and we're just being sticks in the mud...? Or have you just not gotten enough joy out of ruining our day for a prank?" Striker muttered with a hiss, glaring daggers at the Jester as he gestured to the others, Robo sighed.

"Well he's here to apoligize, it's better th-then nothing even it's gonna be a sour d-day regardless..." Robo said, gently pushing Fizz ahead closer to the sin and the other two before crossing his arms. Chaz and most eeirly Ozzie staying silent.

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|| Wish These Snakes Were Your Arms ||

Matt Murdock x succubus!reader (and if you're into this ship check out Le Belle et le Bad Boy)

Tags/warnings: Matt's in a bad place, think season three but worse. Sexy whump/angst, biting, blood, sadomasochism, p in v. E 18+

Word count ~3700

A/n: I've been waiting to use this title from the lyrics of Kimdracula by Deftones, and the fic was inspired in part by the song Hypnotize by Sleep Token.

The pain is both a balm and penance for the pleasure he feels as her claw-like nails shred him open.

Blood leaks and drips like a maroon banner over his pale skin, a warning that he doesn't see but he can feel.

It's warm and wet but then so is she, delicate, raging and addictive even as he's being torn apart. He could stop, sure… but he won't, it's what he thinks he needs, it's punishment for his sins and he wants to receive it all. It hurts, and he's getting off on it.

I bleed only for myself.

He faintly hears you mocking him with his own words. He's halfway broken but you need to break him all the way before he can rise up again.

"You're lost, Matthew."

"Not when I'm with you." He claims desperately, the words falling over your skin like rain as he pants against your neck. He needs this, he needs this…

"I can't give you what you need, you have to find it yourself."

"You are what I need, just… make me forget."

His muscles ripple under your bloody hands every time he moves against you.

"You know it doesn't last, you need something real to live for. Find your faith."

"Stop talking." He hisses, his fingers digging harder into the meat of your thigh and dragging you closer. "You're not my fucking priest."

You almost laugh then. "Aren't I, Matthew? Don't you unburden yourself with me, don't I forgive your sins?"

He whines as you roll your hips up taking him even deeper inside you. He always feels so good.

"This is the last time." You tell him, lips trailing across the top of his scratched shoulder as he ruts into you.

Teeth puncture the skin and rip a tortured and perverse groan from his throat. You feel him throb inside you moving faster, holding onto you more tightly, urging you to keep going as the blood flows.

You sigh. "This isn't fun for me anymore."

"No… no no, I need this, I need you- fuck!"

'You've made me your whore."

He lifts his head at that as you lick across the wound, almost stopping fucking you but you know he won't. "W-what? No, I lo-"

You don't let him say it, smothering the meaningless words with your kiss. His own blood spreads over his tongue and you hope it reminds him of what you are, what he is supposed to be.

He tenses, still driving relentlessly towards whatever it is he thinks will fix him and for all your words you let it happen.

"God. Do it again." He spits. "More."

You flip him easily, pinning him to the bed and scoring fresh red marks over his chest as you ride him. He winces, reaching up to grip around the base of your neck, his eyes fluttering shut, so near the edge.

You grab his hand and wrench it away, pinning both wrists above his head as you lunge for the other side of his neck and bite down. The crimson banner unfurls, he can see it this time. He cums instantly as you split his skin again, grunting loud with the flood of pleasure and pain, moaning, jerking and spilling violently as your teeth are still embedded in him.

You eventually release, sitting up and swiping your tongue over your bloody lips.

A single tear rolls down over his cheek.

He tries to pull you into his arms, to hold you more for his comfort than yours, but you climb off him.

The silence is heavy as you carefully clean his wounds, your eyes scanning over the many scars that already marr his skin. Another couple won't make much difference. You know he's strong enough, but does he?

"You have to be the person Hell's Kitchen needs, not this."

Hunched over with his head in his hands at the side of the bed, you hear him sob.

"Get up, Matty."

He hears you, and echoes of Stick. His father's voice.

Get. Up.

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forbidden fruit (luke alvez/fem!reader

Title: forbidden fruit Couple: Luke Alvez/Fem!reader Category: smut/angst Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (oral (male/fem), throatfucking penetration, corruption kink, priest kink, choking/breathplay, multiple orgasms), making out in a confessional, churches/catholicism/religious themes, drinking, priest AU, Fleabag AU, Luke’s POV  Word Count: 6007 Summary: Luke becomes a priest to help forgive his past sins and fight his temptations with the devil. A/N: this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins writing challenge: Forbidden love. Loosely based on the show Fleabag! This does contain a heavy amount of religion and stuff pertaining to that! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

I thought I’d be good and safe. Everything that happened with Spencer, Emily, and Mister Scratch, I needed a change of lifestyle. I needed to get out of working with the FBI and escape my past life with the Army. So that’s what I did. Once the dust had settled with Mister Scratch, I quit. I left everything behind and moved on. I found a new sense of self. 

I moved to Florida and became a teacher for a time. But none of that felt right. After my brief teaching stint, I came across a small parish in need of a new priest. Never, ever, in a million years did I ever think I’d be going back to church. But I could hear my grandmother’s voice in the back of my head, torturing me till I attended a couple of services. After befriending a couple of the attendees, I was surprisingly asked to be their new priest.  The local bishop had insisted that with my upbringing in the church, I would be the perfect fit for the job. And a few weeks later I was moving into their parsonage with Roxy. 

With my new life ahead of me, I tried to forget about my, what seemed like, unforgivable past and tried to keep my new life devoted to the people of my church and to God. I wanted to fix my life and try making it a bit more forgivable. And in doing that, I met her.

Several months after becoming the priest, a woman who appeared to be very distressed started attending the church. The first week she started attending, I knew something was wrong. Her make-up smudged under her eyes, almost as if she’d been crying. The distraught look resting on her face told me something was very wrong. Everything about her was mystifying. The first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew I wanted to know her more.

I wanted to make it a point to introduce myself to her, but by the time I had stepped away from the pulpit and away from the stage, she was gone. Several members of the congregation did stop me to talk about a point I’d made in my sermon, or about the flower beds by my parsonage, or they had a question about a silly potluck coming up. My shoulders fell slightly when I noticed she had left.

The following weeks, same thing happened. Everytime I went to introduce myself to her, she was gone before I even stepped off the platform.  So I stopped putting in the effort. That was probably a little wrong of me. I just assumed that she didn’t want to be talked to, hence why she left the moment I mumbled the word Amen. 

That’s why I was surprised when she came to the church one random Wednesday afternoon. I was outside, tending to the flowers while Roxy was playing with one of the local kids. The distressed woman came up beside me, looking down at me with a small smile. But I could see it in her eyes that she was still worried about something. 

“Hello,” she whispered, her eyes staying on mine. “You must be Father Luke Alvez?” she asked as she lowered to meet me at my height. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“You would be correct,” I replied and offered her my hand to shake. It took me a brief moment before I realized my hand was covered in dirt. I nervously chuckled before brushing it clean.

“I’m, uh, Y/N Y/L/N. I used to attend here when I was little but, uh… Yeah,” she tried to explain but was clearly having a hard time. I swallowed roughly and nodded. That’s okay. She didn’t need to tell me anything about what happened unless she was ready or wanted to. I get it. People fall out of churches all the time. I mean, I couldn’t tell you the last time I attended any church before this one.

“Here, let’s go inside for a drink. It’s quite warm out here,” I offered as I stood upright. I looked down at the woman, taking in how she belonged on the ground, on her knees, in front of me.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice,” she said, watching as I offered her my hand again. She stared at it for a moment before resting her hand in mine. Her hesitance was admirable, to be honest. She had nothing to fear, but her need to err on the side of caution was understandable. Maybe I needed that little bit of fear in me too. You’ll never know who can and can’t be trusted.

 Her hand seemed so much smaller compared to mine. I wanted to slip it into my pocket for safekeeping. But I probably shouldn’t be thinking about her like that, or in any way for that fact. 

“My office. Please, feel free and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with drinks,” I said as I pushed the door to my office open. She looked at me for a moment before stepping into the room. Once she was in, and the door was pulled shut, I slipped away and quickly went to the kitchen. As for drinks, we didn’t have a huge selection. There was water, hot chocolate, coffee, and tea. The energy she gave me was not coffee or hot chocolate energy. She needed something calming and soothing. Tea. I thought as I continued to the kitchen.

Time seemingly hastened, because 3 minutes after I put a kettle on the stove, it was ready and I was standing behind my office door. With one final breath, I pushed the door open and re-entered my office. She was sitting in one of the armchairs by my desk, her head low as she waited for me.

“Sorry about the wait, I was boiling water,” I explained as I walked towards my desk. She stayed silent, watching as I placed a tray on my desktop. She looked at me and nodded.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, watching as I rifled through the boxes of tea. Apparently, I just grabbed whatever. And whatever was plum tea.

“Let’s see… It would appear that we only have plum tea. Is that okay?” I asked as I held up a teabag. She looked at me with a raised brow, confused by the flavor I was offering. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had plum tea,” she said, watching as I tore one bag open and put it into a cup. 

“It’s one of my favorites. After I left the FBI, I gave up caffeine, and while teaching… It was… difficult, to say the least,” I nervously chuckled as I pushed her teacup closer to her. She looked down at the cup, then up at me, and then back at the cup. “One student suggested tea. So I conversed with a former co-worker of mine from the FBI. She was something of a tea connoisseur, so she suggested plum tea,” I laughed again as I sat back. She raised an eyebrow and looked right at me.

“You worked for the FBI?” 

“For a couple of years. It was brief. I was in the army for a time too. But I was getting exhausted from all the violence and wrath. So I stepped away. I was a college professor for 4 years, and… Well, here I am. Trying to repent and gain forgiveness for sins. You know, all that fun stuff. Church stuff,” I chuckled as I waved a hand. She stared at me and nodded.

She sat across from me, her hands in her lap. A rosary, which I’m assuming her grandmother had given her, was in a tight grip in her fingers. I could sense her nerves from my place behind my desk. So, I stood up and walked around my desk, leaning against the front of it.

“Are ya married?” she asked. I stared at her and laughed lightly. I held back a small chuckle. No, I’m not married. Being the priest of the church makes that sort of difficult.

“If you count married to the job and married to God, then yeah, I am. If not… Then no. I’ve had my fair share of partners though,” I explained before lifting my teacup to my lips. She stared at me and nodded. “But, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you. You are the one who came to me, after all,” I pointed out as I placed my cup back down. Her eyes fell away from my face, going to the rosary she was playing with.

“I just needed to talk to someone… That’s all. I didn’t want to be alone and my apartment is pretty lonely,” she nervously chuckled. She fell quiet again, taking a deep breath before looking at me. “I s’pose I was just here because I didn’t know where else to turn to. We don’t even have to talk or anything. I just needed to be around another person.”

“Home feeling a little too much like Hell?” I asked with a tiny smile. She stayed silent as her eyes fell to the teacup she held.

“Yeah, yeah you could say that,” she nervously chuckled.

“I get it, totally. You are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And you’re welcome here anytime,” I explained as I lifted my cup to my lips.

“Even the middle of the night?” 

“Even in the middle of the night. Chances are I’m up doing something in the building anyway. Usually listening to AC/DC, Guns and Roses, Black Sabbath,” I went on, basically listing the classic rock bands I listen to. When I finally fell silent again, I noticed Plum staring at me with a raised brow and confusion in her eyes.

“Kinda… Wild for a Pastor? What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“Highway to Hell.”

“You’re lying,” she said without a second thought. I stared at her and smirked. 

“I’m the Father of a Catholic church. God’s watching my every move. Why would I lie about Highway to Hell being my favorite song?” I asked as I sat more against my desk. She shrugged.

“Just ironic, I s’pose,” she mumbled. 

“What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“You Shook Me All Night Long,” she said very pointedly. I hummed lightly and nodded. 

“We’ll have to listen to classic rock while cleaning up the church one of these nights,” I explained as I stood up properly.

“Who’s this we you’re talking about?”

“I’m not the only one who has penance, Plum,” I explained as I walked around my desk and took a seat behind it once again. Even though there was just a desk between me and the woman, it simply felt like we were worlds apart

Over the following weeks (which inevitably turned into months), my bond with Plum grew. It seemed like more often than not she came and paid me a visit. Time of day seemingly didn’t matter either. My nights and days felt as if they blurred together. As for Plum, her life was a bit of a mess. I’m not one to judge though. Considering my life and past? It’s a miracle I made it this far. 

Although our bond strengthened, it’s been almost a month since I’d last seen her. I hadn’t seen her face in the congregation on Sunday morning. She hadn’t come to pay me a visit on a random evening during the week either. I worried if something had happened to her.

On a random Wednesday, during confessionals, just as I was about to finish up, a woman stopped me. It felt as if she’d been waiting till the sanctuary was totally empty before she stepped into the booth. It nearly caught me off guard when I heard the door to the other side of the booth open and close after she stepped in. My bottom never hit the bench faster when the lock was latched. 

The silence that filled the booth was mildly eerily. The only sound that could be heard came from the woman beside me. Every so often I could hear her sigh or sniffle,  with the occasional sound of her lips parting. I wondered briefly what it was she was scared of and what I could do to help her out.

“Er, uhm… Forgive me, Father… For I have sinned. It has been… What day is it?” the familiar voice asked. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“May 18th… Wednesday,” I replied softly. She stayed quiet for a moment. Plum’s breathing had a certain breathiness to it, which I took mental note of. 

“It has been one month since my last confession, Father. And I fear I’ve been skipping Sunday morning mass,” she whispered softly. If there was a single person in the sanctuary or if it were daytime, I doubt I would’ve heard her. So, thank God, that it was just us. Of course I was expected to be in the church at this time. I practically reside in the building. 

“And why’s that?” 

“I’ve been having impure thoughts for a man of higher stature, Father,” Plum said. My heart froze, forcing me to catch my breath. “And, I fear, Father, it may ruin me and him if either of us acted on anything.”

Christ, I need a drink. Preferably whiskey.

“But I can’t help it, Father,” Plum paused again. For a moment I let my thoughts run free and I tried to imagine what she would say next. “I-I think I’ve developed feelings for this man, Father, and I don’t know what to do.” Each one of her words got quieter and shakier as she spoke. 

“Have you talked to this man about your problems?” I found myself asking. I knew she was talking about me. She had to be talking about me. I’ve never seen her with another man in my time of knowing her. Shut up, I thought to myself, you only see her here.

“Yes, Father, but… I’m worried he could lose his job or one of us will get hurt. I don’t want to lose this person. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time,” she explained in a hushed tone. I swallowed roughly. “But I love him,” she added in an even quieter tone. My expression grew to be emotionless as my heart slammed against my ribcage. 

Before I knew it, I found myself on my feet and leaving my side of the confession booth. I could hear Plum on the other side still talking, but I was too distracted by standing behind her door. One more brave moment later, I pulled her door open and saw her sitting with her face in her hands. Though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was crying. Only when I cleared my throat did she look up and see me. The little bit of makeup she wore had run down her face, making her look like an adolescent raccoon.

“Father-” she started but her words failed when she jumped from her seat. Her arms quickly went around my neck and her lips met mine. Any air I held in my lungs was hers now. My arms wrapped around her body and I pulled her even closer to me. After a moment of standing awkwardly in the sanctuary, we stumbled back into the booth, closing the door between us. 

Her lips began trailing down my neck while my hands wildly explored her body, before resting against her chest. We wanted more of each other, and it was more than obvious. But I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. 

She was the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden, and I was Adam tempted to take her. 

It certainly wasn’t the last time we made out in the confessionals.

It was nearing midnight, Saturday turning into Sunday. I’d have to be awake in 5 hours to prepare for Sunday’s mass. Sleep was irrelevant in my life at this point. It was a blessing if I even got an hour of rest. Unfortunately, rest would not be finding its way to me and I’d be up for what would feel like an eternity. 

A random classic rock playlist flooded the sanctuary, taking up any ounce of silence. My voice shouted and bounced off the walls as I sang along with the words. A glass of whiskey sat on the pulpit, the liquid almost half gone to my head. The mixture of my exhaustion, whiskey, and music made it impossible for me to be aware of anything around me. So I was mildly surprised when the music was turned down and a feminine voice took over.

“You’re up late, Father,” she said, forcing me to look up from my papers and right at her. She was standing on the ground in front of the stage. My breathing ceased to exist the moment my eyes met her.

It felt nearly impossible to keep my eyes on her face. But for the moment my eyes trailed down her body, I noted what she wore. A pair of dark grey athletic shorts hung from her hips, matched with a black shirt off her shoulders. She looked comfortable. I briefly wondered if she had even slept.

And then my eyes caught something as I looked back at her face.

Her necklace, the rosary her grandmother gave her, hung around her neck, and the cross sat right over her chest. It was getting increasingly harder to keep my eyes on her face instead of other, unholy, places. Did she even realize that? Was she doing it on purpose? I couldn’t tell at first. But the moment my eyes met hers, I could see her true intentions. How I didn’t see them from the beginning is beyond me. I’ve been so distracted recently that my head hasn’t been in the right space. 

“Plum, what’re you doing here?”

“You’re the one who said middle of the night,” she mumbled as she sauntered over to me. I swallowed roughly, watching as she tugged at the hem of her shirt. I could feel my briefs tighten as she stopped right in front of me.

“That didn’t answer my question,” I stated pointedly. She stared at me, swallowing roughly. I wanted to know what she was thinking, where her mind wandered as the silence settled between us. Her eyes fell to the ground and a slight look of embarrassment grew across her face. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she whispered before looking back at me. I stared at her and nodded. Her eyes showed me that she was trying to act innocent. But everything else about her was telling me otherwise. She wanted more than what she was leading on. 

“I see,” I hummed as I reached for my glass. Plum stayed silent as she watched me take a long sip. I stared back at her, letting the bitter liquid sit in my mouth for a moment before I swallowed roughly. “So you came to talk to me?” I asked, placing the ledge of my glass on the counter. She smirked and nodded lightly. My eyes fell to the ground as she stepped closer to me, standing right beside me. 

“So I came to talk to you, Father,” she whispered before leaning over the counter. I sucked in a deep breath and glanced at her for a moment, noting that she was giving me a show. 

“Well, neither of us are doing much talking, are we?”

“And I fear neither of us will do much talking, Father,” she whispered as she looked up at me. I licked the corner of my lips before looking back at the notebook in front of me. My sloppy handwriting took up the header, easily saying Temptations From The Devil. The little devil beside me hummed as she went on her toes to try and gain my attention once again. “Father.” “What do you think you’re trying to do, Little Devil,” I asked as I finally looked back at her. She smiled the moment I said her new nickname. I wasn’t surprised when she refused to answer me. However, I was more surprised when she came around the counter and moved so she was standing between me and my work surface. Her arms snaked around my neck as she tried pulling me closer.

“Trying to corrupt you, Father,” she whispered once her lips were as close to my ear as they could get. I choked on my breath and stared at her with wide eyes the moment I could see her face. Her eyes scanned mine, waiting for a reaction. I wasn’t sure how she wanted me to react. Her honesty was something I wasn’t anticipating, and I’ve had people confess murders to me.

“Little Devil,” I said with a tsk as I lifted my hand to pull on her necklace. Her eyes fell to my hand as it rested on the center of her chest. She took a deep breath and looked back up at me as I pulled her closer to me. “You can’t corrupt something that’s been through years of corruption,” I hissed into her ear. She shivered slightly as our eyes locked. “On your knees,” I mumbled. Before I even got the command out of my lips, she was kneeling at my feet. I didn’t even care that the carpet was probably rough on her knees. There was not a care in my bones for her worry. 

My eyes fell back down to her, taking in how doe-y her eyes were as she impatiently waited for my next command. She wobbled on her knees slightly from side to side or back to back. Her lower lip was drawn between her teeth as her eyes met mine. When I took too long to speak, the little devil in front of me sat higher up on her knees and lifted her hands to my belt buckle. I wanted to stop her, really I did. But I think my need for more was stronger than any celibacy vow could be. 

Plum’s eyes shot up to mine the moment she’d finished unbuckling my belt. It felt like she was waiting for permission to do the next step. My head carefully moved up and down as I swallowed roughly. The smile that grew across her lips seemed sweet, but there was an obvious hidden meaning behind it. It seemed like it was her life’s mission to quickly undo my slacks. When they were finally undone, she pushed them off and to the ground. The cool air of the sanctuary hit my backside as I was left in my plain black button-up. Her eyes were glued to my hard cock that was just in front of her.

“Well,” I stated, causing the girl to look right up at me, “What are you waiting for?” My voice was low as I spoke. She stared right at me, it felt like she was looking right into my soul. What if she was sent by God to tempt me? Or worse, what if she was a gift from Satan to win me over? I didn’t want to question it the moment her lips parted and she gently licked the tip of my cock. A groan got caught in my throat as I watched the tip of my length disappear into her mouth. She was, most certainly, a gift from the Devil to win me over.

One of her hands wrapped around my thigh to hold herself up better, whereas her other hand wrapped around the length of my cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her mouth was soft and warm, and her touches were harsh but at the same time gentle. It was merely impossible to let a simple, innocent, Godly thought in my head. Not while she was on her knees in front of me. 

Curses left my lips the longer hers were wrapped around my cock. I don’t think there’d be any way the church would forgive me for this if they ever found out this happened. The realization of potentially losing my job, and this entire life I’ve made for myself, hit me like a ton of bricks. Just when I was about to release into Plum’s mouth, I pushed her away from me and stepped back.

Plum fell to the ground, her eyes meeting mine with absolute shock and terror. I could see it in her eyes that she thought she’d done something wrong. But it wasn’t her. She had entirely nothing faulting her. It was my fault. I grew weak and wanted her. 

“I-uh, Father,” she started, causing me to refocus my eyes on her. Her eyes were the slightest bit watery and her lips the tiniest bit red and swollen. A small string of spit hung from her mouth as she stared back at me with her doe eyes. 

I needed her more than I needed air. Everything else truly didn’t matter. Everything but this little demon ceased to exist in my mind.

“Fuck the church,” I muttered as I helped the girl up onto the communion table. My lips quickly attached back to her neck, leaving small spots and kisses in my wake. Plum fought with her shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor. Once her shirt was gone, I helped her pull her shorts off. Her eyes met mine as her hand went to the necklace around her neck. But then my hand met hers and I pulled it away. I wanted her to wear it. 

I quietly sunk to the floor, my knees resting on the rough carpet. Plum looked down at me when my lips pressed against her thigh. Her breathing was audibly caught in her throat after she sucked in a breath. Slowly but surely, my lips made their ascent up her thigh till I made it to her soaking cunt. I glanced up at her the moment my tongue passed between her folds. 

I’d never tasted anything sweeter than her. Forbidden fruits truly were the sweetest there are. I needed more of her. I needed her more than air and life itself. Fuck the church.

“Please don’t stop, Father,” Plum whined the more I tasted her. Her hands went to the back of my head, pushing me further onto her. Knowing that this was the worst possible thing I could be doing inside of my church, only made me want to keep doing it. The little sounds she made pushed me to keep going. They blocked out the voices I heard in the back of my head telling me how wrong this act was.

I could tell she was getting close to her end when her breathing grew airy. The grip her hand held in my hand tightened, gently pushing my head to ensure I didn’t stop. At this point, I don’t think I could stop even if she wanted me to. But, judging by each sound she made, she didn’t want me to either.  

Soon enough she finished, my ears being filled with the sound of her beautiful whines and moans. I truly didn’t stop till she was screaming with pleasure and pushing me away from her. My body fell back, sitting on the ground in front of her. Her eyes met mine for a moment, watching as I carefully stood back to my feet. 

“What do you want, Little Devil?” I asked, my voice low. Her breath shuddered as I grasped her rosary and pulled it. She gasped lightly as she fell closer to me. Slowly, her rosary wrapped around my hand till my fingers grazed her throat. “Go on… Use your words.”

“I want you, Father,” she whimpered, lifting her hand to my wrist. I scanned her face for a moment before roughly pressing my lips to hers. The rosary around my hand tightened around her throat. The moment I knew her breathing stopped, I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance. She looked up at me, shifting from side to side as she impatiently waited for what she wanted. An evil smirk grew across my lips as I basically slammed into her body. 

“I want you too, Little Devil,” I mumbled before pulling her closer to me. She choked on a whine as her head fell forward to my shoulder. The movements my hips made hastened just as my hand slipped further up her necklace till it was around her neck. My other hand snaked up her side before joining my hand around her throat. The slightest bit of pressure was added and I could see it in her eyes that she was enjoying this. But to be fair, as was I… Maybe a little too much. It was hard to say how long it’s been since I’ve been in such an intimate position with another person.

Her body clung to mine in every spot. It was like she needed me to survive. She probably felt that way in the moment. How do I know? Because that was how I felt about her. I needed her more than anything else in the world.

Plum lifted her hands up to my wrists and held them tight before tapping the side of my hand. I stared at her as I slipped my hands up her face and held her cheeks instead of her neck. My thumbs moved back and forth as I wiped away the slight dampness on her skin. Her moans sounded like music from Above. I simply couldn’t get enough.

“I’m close,” she whimpered. I smiled and nodded, taking her words to my heart. I wished I had Reid’s eidetic memory so I could file that away forever. 

“Can you hold on for me? Just for a few more seconds?” I asked, practically begging. She nodded lightly as she moved my hand over her lips. She was leaving light kisses on my palm. And a few moments and faulty movements later, we finished together. Her body fell into mine, and with what energy I had left, I kept her upright. Her breathing slowly evened out. And then I realized what we had just done.

I was fucked.

Weeks, if not months, have slipped by and my bond with Plum turned into something I wasn’t expecting. Of course, she was the one who appeared at my parsonage more than I called her up when one of us were in need. I didn’t question it. But the elders and congregation of my church were growing suspicious. Hell, it even felt like every painting of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ were staring at me, like they knew I’d been doing wrong.  

I had to put an end to this whether I wanted to or not. It was going to hurt more than I could imagine. These were things I was trying to get away from. But it felt like they just followed me no matter where I went. I had to tell her. I certainly wasn’t prepared to break her heart, or mine. It was, however, the way things had to be.

I needed to seek guidance on what to do. I didn’t want to shame her or anything like that. And I certainly didn’t want her to leave her home church. So, I set up a meeting with a couple of the elders of the church and explained to them the situation I had put myself into. To say they were shocked was an understatement. Once shock wore off and they were ready to talk, we set up a plan on what to do. I was thankful they didn’t judge me or Plum. They did, however, agree that I needed to end it… And included I should leave.

My office was eerily quiet the morning I called her over to talk. It was like the entire building of my church knew what was happening. Of course the building would know. It knows of our countless escapades and hidden moments. 

When Plum arrived to my office, I quickly straightened out the slight mess on my desk and sat up right. She smiled at me as she walked around the two arm chairs (I was partly expecting her to sit in on) and my desk and sat down right beside me on the smooth surface. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she came here for something I wasn’t going to give her. 

“You wanted to talk, Father?” she asked, leaning closer to me. I stared at her before clearing my throat.

“I-Uh, yes. I did want to talk. No sneaking business,” I pointed out. Her slick smirk disappeared when she realized she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. After a brief awkward moment, she stood up and sat on one of the armchairs. I stared at her, watching as she nervously pulled and played with the hem of her shirt. I’d never seen her this anxious. 

“W-What was it you wanted to talk about?” she quietly asked. Part of me wondered if she knew what I was about to say. Her anxieties truly came out of nowhere. But I was doing this for her. 

“I understand that you’ve been attending this church since you were young�� So it wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to leave the congregation,” I mistakenly started in a terrible spot. I should’ve written out everything I wanted to say to her. But my brain was slush and improv was a safety guard for moments like these. Who am I kidding, I’ve never been in a moment like this. Not in my time in the Army, not in the FBI, or even teaching. This was the worst of the worse.

“Father, I- I don’t understand,” her voice quietly said. I was thankful we were the only ones in the building because she was so quiet. Suddenly she became so small. I was so used to this loud girl entering my office getting one thing, and one thing only. But she wasn’t. She became scared. 

“I am stepping away from the church, here in Florida, and I’m moving back to Virginia to help out a church there,” I calmly explained. I could see in her eyes that she was growing more frantic. Was she going to say she could come with? That leaving is a mistake? That she was going to make my life Hell?

“Father-” She started, but I was quick to cut her off.

“The time I had spending with you, Plum, I will cherish forever. But I cannot see you anymore. We cannot see each other anymore,”  I whispered. The fear of my voice cracking and tears growing in my eyes came true. I almost wasn’t able to get my words out. But then she said the thing that would break me for sure.

“But- I love you.”

“I know. I love you too. But… It’ll pass.” I stopped talking and stared at the woman who sat across from me. Tears were instantly welling in her eyes, waiting a moment before rolling down her cheeks. I swallowed roughly as I stood up. “For the sake of my sanity, and yours… Please don’t contact me again,” I said in a still tone as I looked at her. I hated the way her tears stained her cheeks. This was for the best, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. There’s no way there’d be a good outcome if we continued sleeping together, let alone see each other. This was for the best.

 I stayed silent as I left my office. Words didn’t have to be exchanged for it to be bittersweet and emotional. My back stayed towards the girl as I walked away, and I could feel her eyes on me the entire way out. This would be the last time I saw my sweet Plum. 

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Veritaserum Prompt Fic (Part 10)

(Okay- I'm not going to lie, I took a little bit of sadistic joy at everyone's outrage and devastation over the previous chapter. But only because I know what's coming. I promise we'll have a happy ending. Anyway. Start with part 1 on tumblr or jump over to AO3 to read the whole thing, if you like.)

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Harry woke up smiling.

This was not something that had ever happened to him prior to the last week, but now the bed smelled like Draco, and the sun was slipping in through the curtains and warming his face, and Harry was free.

He'd never been this happy in his life.

Rolling over, he reached out, patting the bed and trying to find his lover's body so he could drag him over and kiss him awake.

When his searching turned up empty, Harry opened one eye to look at the empty space next to him. He frowned and cast a wandless tempus: 10:37. Harry blinked and summoned his wand and recast: 10:37.

That was strange, he never slept that late. Although, he supposed it explained why Draco was already up and out of bed, probably already out in his workshop working on whatever potion he'd been brewing the past week or so.

After a good stretch and pulling his hair up into a messy bun on top of his head, Harry made his way to the kitchen and over to the coffee pot. He frowned again when he found it empty and turned to head outside and make sure Draco was alright.

Before he'd gotten more than a few steps, his eyes caught on a piece of parchment and a familiar hawthorn wand laying on top of the island. "No," he whispered, heart freezing in his chest.

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He picked up the letter off the island with a trembling hand and read

Dearest Harry, How can I even begin to tell you all that you mean to me? A less cowardly man than I would have found a way to say it to your face, but we both know that bravery is more your department. You've given me so much, Harry. I could never have imagined falling in love, never imagined that someone might love me in return. But that's why I had to do this, you see that don't you? Not because I don't love you but because I do. I love you with every fiber of my being, with all that I am, and you are mine, Harry. And I couldn't let you pay the price for my sins. I couldn't let you give up everything for me. Granger helped me draw up a contract with the Minister himself, you three certainly have a lot of friends in high places. In exchange for me, they're clearing you of all charges. Don't be angry with her; she just wants what is best for you, as well you must know by this point in your friendship. I know you're hurting right now, love. I know that this is breaking your big, perfect, beautiful heart; it's breaking the pathetic, shriveled excuse of a heart that I have, too. But it will pass, my darling, if you let it. So please, for me, let it go. Let me go. Be happy, be in love, live whatever life you want. Travel. Go to the States and do whatever muggle thing you wanted to do. You deserve the best life. Please know that I will spend the rest of my life grateful for you. And I will never forget the time when you were mine. You are, without exception, the best thing that has ever happened to me. Forever yours, Draco

Harry stared at the parchment in his hand, trailing trembling fingers over Draco's elegant script as his eyes blurred and his breathing came too fast. He clenched the letter to his chest, gasping against the ache of his heart expanding to accommodate the sadness and the sense of loss.

Without another thought he apparated straight into Ron and Hermione's kitchen.

"We thought you might show up at some point," Ron's voice said behind him.

Harry whipped around to see them both sitting at the table, "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.

Hermione sighed, "What he asked us to."

"Why?" he asked before the enormity of this situation hit him all over, the realization that he'd never see Draco again stealing the air from his lungs. He bent forward, putting his hands on his knees, "I can't breathe," he managed, trying to suck breath into his lungs and failing.

Ron was at his side in an instant, easing him onto the floor as Hermione appeared in front of him, "let your head drop between your knees. Focus on a slow inhale, slow exhale," she said and Harry tried to sync up his breathing with hers until his heart stopped racing.

He leaned his head back against the wall and scrubbed his hands over his face. "He's gone," he whispered. Then he opened his eyes and looked at them, "How could you let this happen?"

Hermione looked down at her hands, "Draco reached out to me the day after the trial. He said he couldn't trap you, couldn't force you to live a life on the run again."

"And that he couldn't bear the thought of you getting caught," Ron added.

"We wouldn't have gotten caught," he said derisively.

Hermione shook her head, "Maybe not but what about every other person in your life, Harry? You would have spent the rest of your life separated from them."

"We miss you, mate," Ron added.

He shook his head and swiped angrily at the tears in his eyes, "Then we could have figured something out. It had only been a week!" he protested. "Just one week, we could have-" he broke off and covered his mouth. After a heart beat, he stood up, "I can't be here right now. I can't-" he shook his head, "I can't do this."

"Harry-" Hermione started.

"He asked me not to be mad at you," he said, "but I'm-" he broke off, his hands trembling as he tried to open the door. "I need-" he tried again before simply giving up and walking out the door. He needed Draco.

"Harry!" Ron called behind him but he just kept walking.

He'd come back. He'd forgive them. He knew he would, he just needed a little time.

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However, leaving was actually a seemingly bad idea.

In the 30 minutes after he left the house, he learned that part of the "deal" that Draco had struck with Kingsley involved the Ministry being able to tell whatever lies they wanted to about Draco. Some papers claimed that it had been a love potion, some claimed it was a cursed object, some claimed he'd been imperiused.

Harry stood in front of a newsstand, seething as he read the headlines. How could they have let this happen? How could Draco have signed a contract that allowed for this?

And then he saw it: The Quibbler. Draco and Harry were on the front page, just like every other newspaper, but the article was titled, "From the Wrinkspurts: They're in Love". The world tilted, righting itself slightly as a plan started to form in the back of his mind.

He looked up at the man running the stand who'd been just staring at him, "I need one of everything," he said. "I don't have any money but I'll bring-"

"They're yours," the man interrupted, grabbing papers from all the different piles. He even tossed on one for gardening and one for cooking.

"Err," Harry, "Not those ones," he said, nudging the two irrelevant ones away. "Just the ones about me," he added, "At the risk of sounding self centered."

"Whatever you want, mate," the man said. "They're yours."

"Thanks," Harry said, grabbing the stack of them and concentrating so he could apparate through the Ministry's wards because he simply didn't give a fuck anymore.

There was a sound vaguely like glass shattering as Harry popped up in front of the secretary's desk outside of Kingsley's office. She shrieked and a coffee cup went flying, breaking when it hit the ground.

"I'm here to see Kingsley," he said simply.

A hand fluttered up to cover her heart, "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Potter, but he's in a meeting."

"Interrupt it," he said. "I guarantee what I have to say is more important."

"I can't just-"

"Look," Harry interrupted. "Just go and ask him. If he tells you to send me away, that's fine, I'll go."

She appeared to consider this for a moment, then she stood up and made her way to the door, knocking and slipping in.

A moment later she reappeared, "Would you mind waiting for just one moment?" she asked, gesturing to the chairs across from her desk. "He'll be right with you."

It was barely two minutes before three people came hurrying out of the room, avoiding Harry's gaze.

Kingsley followed, "Harry," he greeted, "Please come in."

Harry stood up and followed Kingsley in, not allowing himself to feel inferior because of the sweatpants and t-shirt he was still wearing.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Let Draco Malfoy go," he replied.

Kingsley raised an eyebrow, "You know as well as I do that we're not going to do that. It's not possible."

"I thought you might say that," he replied as he started tossing magazines one by one onto the man's desk. "But you really ought to have told them all the same story."

"What?" the man asked with a laugh, "Why? Why should that matter?"

"Because it's going to make the Ministry look even more incompetent when I tell all of them the truth."

He shrugged, "It's of little concern, it won't matter."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Harry replied. "Because I'm not just going to tell them the truth about Draco Malfoy and his heinous treatment by Ministry officials prior to his trial. I am going to tell them everything and I'm going to watch the Ministry burn."

"Harry, be reasonable," he said. "So you tell everyone your story about finding Malfoy in the Department of Mysteries, garner a little sympathy because he was a teenager and now you're in love," he continued. "But it doesn't take much to drag his name through the mud again. To remind people that he tried to kill Dumbledore, to remind them of the cabinet that let death eaters into Hogwarts, to remind people of the lives that were lost because of him."

Harry's veins burned with rage and it was all he could do to keep himself from lashing out.

Kingsley shook his head, "Do what you must, but your story will never be enough."

He let out a humorless chuckle and leaned forward, bracing his fist on the desk, "I got into the Department of Mysteries within a matter of months. Do you really believe that the only information I got was about Draco Malfoy?"

"You'll be prosecuted, if you disclose any information you obtained illegally" he replied steadily.

"I am Harry fucking Potter," he said with a growl. "If you try to prosecute me, you will have an uprising on your hands. Especially after everything I'm going to expose. So good luck with that, I'll enjoy watching this burn even faster," he said, gesturing to the space around them.

"Harry," he said, "You must know that what you're asking of me simply isn't possible," a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

The corner of Harry's mouth ticked up, "I'm going to win," he said. "And we both know it." He turned, leaving the magazines spread across his desk. "The only question is how much do you want to see burn before it happens." When he reached the door he called over his shoulder, "I'm holding a press conference tomorrow at six." He looked back at the other man, "You have until then to get him released."

On his way out he cast a patronus that he was sending to Azkaban with a simple message. I'm getting you out.

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Okay, friends. There will be at least one more part of this fic (maybe two) but this is getting too long. <3

Part 9 | Part 11

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The Period Before She Met Him

Writer: Keika Hanada

For as long as I can remember, I have been told that my voice make people uneasy.

For as long as I can remember, I have been told that my eyes disturb people’s hearts.

I myself have never thought that my voice or eyes were special. There is nothing unusual about my appearance either. …For the visible part, at least.

That’s why it was strange.

Why did people harbor such an impression of a normal girl like me?

I felt as if I was being judged undeservedly. Even so, as it became clear that others would stay away from me, I just had to accept it.

I’m a little afraid to interact with people. I keep on coming to school everyday, but I’m never able to make friends. I just go to study, get to the library on my way home to borrow books, then stop by the church ― that is how I spend my days.

The church I attend is small and close to my house.

I went with my mother since I was little, and even now the two of us show up at the Mass together.

The priest there is an extremely knowledgeable person. Moreover, he possesses a very open-minded way of thinking.

One day following the morning Mass, my mother and I confided in him about this mysterious constitution of mine. After thinking for a while in silence, he said this to us:

“Please be aware in advance that this is not a doctrinal teaching, but my own personal opinion. Because according to Our Father’s words, there is a determined place to go after death, and our lives and souls can only exists once until the time of rebirth. However, I’ve heard that in ancient times a similar phenomenon was referenced.”

I titled my neck at the priest’s wording and asked, “What phenomenon?”

“That the soul can return once again.”

“…”

“The circulating souls could reach the time to incarnate once again and dwell in new flesh.”

“Father, in other words… are you saying you acknowledge the existence of a ‘previous life’? Does that… goes in accordance with Our Father’s teaching?”

The priest smiled gently and said, “Well, we do now live in a diverse era. Of course, I cannot tell you with certainty that it is correct… but I cannot foolishly reject the possibility either. In any case, this is only my personal opinion.”

“…So… in your opinion, I am…?”

“You are a very serious and good person. But even so, people are still wary of you. …I’ve also felt something particular coming from you, although I couldn’t tell its origin. So I thought I should try to broaden my horizons. Maybe there is a truthful answer to be found that is disavowed in our current doctrine.”

“An answer…”

“Indeed ― one that could mean your soul may have entirely returned from the dead to this world.”

“…”

“Maybe your former life ― yes, something we could call karma ― still remains within you and affects others even now.”

The instant she heard that, my mother raised her face with a start.

“So are you saying my daughter sinned in her former life?”

Sin.

Karma.

I felt as if my heart was being pierced by an ice pick.

My first reflex was to want to just brush aside such a stupid claim.

The priest shook his head vaguely. “I have not said that―” He started, however my mother interrupted him.

“But she has scars on her body that even doctors gave up healing!”

My heart was quickly getting colder and colder.

Yes, there was ugly scars on my body that looked like burns.

An extremely creepy, frightening sight that’d make anyone avert their eyes.

That was the only thing about my appearance that was special… no, that was abnormal.

That was why I wore long sleeves even during summertime.

When my scars got mentioned, I couldn’t think of anything and just wanted to close my eyes. It’s hard to be feared by others, but to me, this indelible scar is what afflicts my heart the most. I felt hopeless to have to confide in someone who wasn’t family, even if he was a priest. However, I immediately reminded myself that my mother said this for my sake, and I scolded myself for my lack of faith in her.

She continued.

“Isn’t that permanent scar the proof of that sin?”

The priest groaned and said, “It’s possible God might have left it purposefully so that she doesn’t forget her sin.”

All while keeping my voice from trembling, I asked one question.

“If… If that is the case… What should I do?”

“Just keep on being a good person.”

The priest replied without any hesitation.

“If your former self made a grave mistake ― and if you reincarnated without receiving God’s judgment, then that means the former fault will remain with you. If so, then you will need to atone for your past sins. You are alive this way now to rectify it. And for that sake, you just have to keep on being good.”

“But Father, what does being good means exactly?”

He smiled gently.

“It means to not hate people, and to keep on forgiving.”

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“Don’t forget what Father said,” my mother declared just as we were leaving while she walked ahead of me.

There was a dark shadow taking root in my heart.

I had the feeling that I already knew how difficult it was to forgive people. And even without the priest telling me, I’d also felt for a long time that I had to expunge the karma that dwelt inside my soul.

I wonder how many people I killed?

Am I such a horrible human ― no, maybe I wasn’t even a human being?

But then that might be the true form of my “karma.”

If that’s the case, then I should focus on not hating people all the more. No matter what happens.

No matter what kind of treatment I receive.

Shortly thereafter, my mother actually remarried a man she met at the church.

My stepfather was a strict and harsh person who didn’t laugh much.

And my innate constitution ― the one that makes people uneasy ― applied to him as well. But older men cannot show their weaknesses to others. His uneasiness turned to anger and fell on me.

Each time I was struck by that anger, I reminisced the priest’s words.

“It means to not hate people, and to keep on forgiving.”

I kept forgiving. That man who shout with anger at me. That man who scorns me. That man who glares at me as if saying that my voice, my eyes, everything about me is unpleasant. That man who spat at me “If only you weren’t there.” And I believed that all of this happened because my soul was sinful. So I admonished myself and continued to forgive his abuse day after day, forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive, forgive――

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I suddenly realized I was standing in a public park under the rain.

I’d never thought I would do something like running away from home.

In the end, I could not forgive at all. That man’s anger and hatred just kept pilling up and fall on me and give me too much grief. But since I am sinful, it’s wrong of me to voice my anger. That’s why, I had no choice but to find a way to disappear.

――Why am I alive?

I suddenly thought of that while sitting on a bench.

“My life really doesn’t belong to anyone…”

My voice was much colder and drier than I’d imagined.

In the end, I wasn’t able to keep on being a good person and sinned again in this world.

For a while, I didn’t do anything and stayed in that park. Besides, I didn’t have any money given I went out on an impulse.

And then a few days passed by.

(…A sin, huh.)

(It’d be nice if someone could laugh it off for me.)

(If someone… could say that my sadness and anger are justified…)

(Could tell me that I don’t need to forgive…)

(Then surely, even me…)

…One night, I suddenly sensed someone coming to a stop.

It was a man.

He looked at me, and seemed shaken for some reason.

And then he said this――

“…Have we met before…?”

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Call Out My name

Part Seven Title: Pretty

Characters: Negan, Reader, A stupid little prick named Rick Grimes, Garbage pail kid Daryl Dixon, Tanya and Frankie, Gregory, Mentions of Simon, Dwight,Sherri, Amber, Ezekiel, Maggie Rhee, Wives: Tanya and Frankie, and Lucille.

Summary: You belonged to him.Try as you might to pretend indifference, Negan’s very presence has awakened feelings in you that you believed had died with the old world.Is the ruthless King of the Sanctuary still human enough to fall in love?

Warnings: Language, Canon Typical Negan BS, Canon Typical Violence, A bit of gore, Angst.

Word Count: 3,557

“What did I miss?” Negan inquired as the door shut behind him.

"I dunno what you mean.” You struggled to remove your panties.

“Sin-since when do you get into cat fights?” His eyebrows raised as he watched you hop around clumsily. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Taking off my bra and panties.” You huffed pulling one arm into your dress to work open the clasps.

“Stop it.Here let me.”Negan shook his head in exasperation as he came to stand in front of you.

His long fingers gathered the soft material of your dress.He lifted it up over your head and slid it down your arm.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why are you gettin’ undressed?”

“I’m too hot for clothes.”

Negan grinned. “You sure are.”

“No.That’s not what I mean.Meant?Mean?”

“How much did you have to drink?” With one deft movement, he unclasped your bra.

He made it seem so easy.You pouted, glaring down at your exposed tummy pensively.

“I should be able to do that. I’m the one with boobs!” You complained.

Negan chuckled a smooth melodic sound.His warm hands slipped the bra straps off of your shoulders, freeing your arms, exposing your breasts.

“Panties too.” You reminded.

The hint of a smile played around his lips as he slipped the waistband of your slightly skewed underpants off of your hips.He knelt down.Something occurred to you as you watched him slide the thin fabric to your ankles.

“How come you’re home so early?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” His index finger tapped the top of your foot. “Lift.”

You leaned forward to sturdy yourself, hanging onto his leather clad shoulder as you raised your foot.

Negan unhooked your underpants from around one ankle, guided your foot back to the floor, and repeated the process with your left foot.

“Are you trying to start a mutiny of the wives or did you get bored enough in there to start shit for no reason?”

Knowing eyes looked up at you.

“I didn’t start it! Sherri did!”

“Did she now?”

“She could start an argument in an empty house.”

“You act pretty high and mighty for someone who sucks the same cock we do.” Negan quoted watching for your reaction.

“Well she does! She was being a-a-a judgey mcjudgerson!”

“A what?”

“A jerk.” You amended.

“Sherri is always “a jerk”.What was different about today?”

You frowned. “The vodka?”

“No.” He replied standing slowly back up.

“...the me?” You mumbled guiltily.

Negan cupped his hand behind his ear gazing at you expectantly.

“Me, I was different, because I got mad.”

“Mhmm.”

“I was angry so I egged her on.”

“That’s not the Y/n I know.” He admonished, taking your chin in his hand.

He tilted your face up and looked you in the eye.

“She said somethin’ mean.”

His brow furrowed. “Mean?”

“We were playing Never have I ever...”

“Mhmm...”

“And Amber said ‘Never have I ever wanted to sleep with Simon.’ Obviously I took a shot.” You recognized the spark of jealousy in his eyes.

“It’s the way the game works!”You defended. “Then Sherri said “Simon?” And I was like 'What’re you surprised?' And she said 'Not even a little.'”

Negan took a deep angry breath.

You jumped back into your case to keep him from yelling at you.

“It was the way she said it.” You emphasized.”Like like I was dirty like I was below her.”

The corner of his lip pulled back in a near snarl.

You could already see how his needless anger would play out.

“And not just me.”You back tracked, “Tanya and Frankie too! I mean how can you blame me?Honestly, she freaking implied that we were sluts or whores or-or worse just cause we’re married to you.She forgets that we’re equals and talks down to us. What was I supposed to do, let her??No no no.”

Negan ran a hand through his hair.His anger had gone down from a boil to a simmer.He struggled to adjust.

“Ugh, I knew it!You’re stuck on the Simon part.You just don’t get it.”

“You were fightin’ over another man! How the hell do you think that makes me feel?”

“It wasn’t about Simon.I was giving you context so you would know how I went from putting up with her to wanting to kick her ass.” You explained, annoyed with his one track mind.

“What the fuck is so great about that scumbag anyway? What’s got y’all so obsessed?”

You sighed loudly.

“Nobody is obsessed! Amber was making fun, cause she thinks he’s ugly.”

“At least one of my wives is smart.”

You rankled at the bitterness in his voice.

“Well I can’t tell you why Tanya and Frankie wanted to sleep with Simon! I can only tell you why I did!”

“Why did you?” He wore a guarded expression.

You rolled your eyes.

“Mostly to piss you off. He’s got the whole second man in charge thing going for him and that works for some people, but for me, it was about how mad I was at you.”

Negan blinked, processing your words.

“You wanting to sleep with Simon was about Me?”

“That’s ... one hell of an over simplification, but yes. It was.You acted like a total dickwad from the second we met to the night I almost slept with him.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but you put your finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

“Yes, me wanting to sleep with Simon was about you.Ninety-five percent of the time I was talking to him, I thought of you.”

“And the other five percent?”

“You gotta be kidding me! Is ninety-five not enough?”

“Why wasn’t it a hundred percent of the time?"

“I hadn’t had sex in years!”

“Hmm...”

You interrupted his thinking with a slow languid kiss. He kissed you back savoring your affection.

“I don’t like drama,Doll.I’ll forgive you this time.You girls got sauced after all, but don’t you go making trouble again.”

“What about Sherri?”

“Collateral damage.”

You exhaled sharply at the sympathy in his voice.

“Dwight needed to learn his place and the only way to do that without cracking open skulls was to threaten him with Lucille.”His thumb stroked over your jaw lightly.

“That doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

“Sherri offered herself up in exchange for his life.That just so happened to fit my agenda.So, ‘mean’ though she may be she was telling the truth.” Negan looked down and away for a minute.The deceptively charismatic smirk he wore like armor returned to its place.

“Not for nothin’ but not one of us became a wife because we were lookin’ to put our feet up, except for Frankie.” You pointed out.

“Amber went through some really bad shit.She feels indebted to you for saving her.Tanya’s mom was sick, in a lot of pain, and needed morphine.We both know how I ended up here-“

“Sherri doesn’t know that.” He interrupted.

“That’s my point, she shouldn’t talk about what she doesn’t know.Talk shit.Get hit.Just sayin’.”

“You are impossible...Why don’t you go on and get that gorgeous bottom of yours in the shower? It’ll help you cool down.” He suggested.

“Won’t you come with me? You tried, entwining your fingers with his.

He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a small regretful kiss to it.

Negan’s sigh was bone weary.

“I’d love to, Darlin’ ,but Daddy’s got work to do.” He waggled his eyebrows at you.

Your face heated at the memory of your sarcastic remark.

“It was a joke.” You groaned.

“Not to me. I think Daddy might be my favorite nick name yet.” He taunted, watching you saunter to the bathroom to start your shower.

You heard his easy laughter receding as he left you to your own devices.

Not far from The Sanctuary, a militia made up of rebel misfits made their final preparations to dethrone the self-professed king.

Once upon a pre-apocalypse time, Rick Grimes thought of himself as a simple man.There was right and there was wrong,very seldom was there anything in between.When there was, it simply meant the situation needed resolving. Once resolved it would fall into one of those two basic categories and all was well with his world again.

However, that was before the apocalypse. Before his family’s survival twisted his morality into something neither black nor white, but a stormy weather grey. The many traumatic situations, trials and tribulations he and his chosen family had faced, forced his grey morality to stain a little darker, but no crisis had pushed him so close to the edge as Negan. Abraham and Glenn, along with so many others had lost theirs lives to the violent sociopath and his merry band of murders.He’d sworn vengeance on their oppressor.Now that vengeance was finally coming to fruition.

“...Those people who use, take, and kill, to carve out the world and make it their’s and their’s alone, We end them...” His soulful blue eyes took a moment to gaze meaningfully into the face of each member of his ragtag army.

“There’s only one person that has to die tonight”His gruff voice assured them, “and I will kill him myself.”

He could see his words already taking affect, giving their anger the justification of righteousness and their thirst for savior blood conviction.Rick kept watching, patiently as Ezekiel roused them with brotherhood and as Maggie Rhee gave them hope.Unlike Negan, it gave him no pleasure to manipulate minds like this.The ends he reminded his conscience would justify the means.

For the greater good!

His inner voice declared.He accepted the words as gospel.

The caravan barreled through the fences taking the few saviors, who weren’t out checking the far perimeter, by surprise. Four shots were fired into the air breaking up an impromptu meeting Negan was having with Hilltop’s incompetent leader.He and his men strolled out onto the platform to gauge the situation.

“Well I’m sorry” Negan apologized insincerity in his voice. “I was in a meetin’’.”

Upon laying eyes on Gregory, Rick Grimes snorted.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Negan’s sharp eyes roved over the caravan of misfit warriors, taking in the army, the battle ready vehicles, their many firearms. All of this would not have given him pause, except for one thing, the determination and fury on their faces.

“Now, I don’t see a reason why we should have us a shoot out,” He snarked, wondering anxiously if you were at the window of his bedroom right now.

Hoping you had heard the warning shots and taken cover, he resumed his performance.

“I have to look out for the safety of my people. I can’t let myself get wrapped up in playing cops and robbers just because you want to find out if my dick is really bigger than yours.” He paused like a comedian building suspense before a punchline, “It is.”

He smiled confidently. “We all know it.”

“This isn’t a game.” Rick Grimes intoned, his solemn countenance causing Simon to mutter an epithet under his breath. “This is a reckoning and your time has come.”

The shoot out that followed was a chaos of ricochetting bullets, screams of pain, and shouted orders. Minutes passed like seconds. Simon called out to Negan, they had reinforcements coming.

As it turned out, so did Rick Grimes.Of all the surprises Negan imagined the colonies to have under their sleeves, not being able to count on his silver tongue to buy time or get him out of such an impossible bitch of a situation wasn’t one, the colonies using the entirety of their separate communities, young and old, wasn’t one, and a heard of the dead filtering into his God damn Sanctuary sure as fuck wasn’t one.

Rick the Prick’s first spray of bullets missed Negan by a second.He dove out of the way and down a flight of stairs. When he reached the bottom he was a little worse for the wear, but his body was still in one piece.He was also resourceful enough to pick up the gun of a fallen Savior and stay out of the crosshairs for a bit.

His brain went into survival mode, pushing him to shoot back, pulling him back behind the dumpster before he could get himself shot. Negan’s gun ran out of bullets all too soon.

“Sonuvabitch!” He ground out, running to the nearest port in the shit storm, a rusty old trailer.

His heart beat so damn loud, he’d forgotten how terrifying a herd could be when you had nothing, but your will to live and your flight response to get you out of it.He heard glass breaking.

Y/n

His pulse jumped in his throat.Of all the days for you to drink you had to choose today.He couldn’t bear the thought of them getting to you.They could hate him all they all wanted, he’d done his share of fucked up shit. He deserved it. What he felt he didn’t deserve was for the consequences of his actions to effect you.

Another spine chilling thought circled in his brain.

“Everyone of you go to your rooms!!”

Had he doomed you all? Like he’d doomed her? A memory of bright blue eyes and a very expressive face loomed over him ominously.

Different time.Different situation.Different woman.He told himself pushing her memory away, down deep in the coffin shaped box where he kept his grief.

A newer memory arose unbidden, He took your hand in his, kissed it softly, and looked into your eyes.All trace of bravado and falsehood dissipated as he let you see him. The real Negan and the effect one night with you’d had on him.

"Can I trust you, Y/n?”

“Yes, you can.”You laced your fingers between his.

“How can I be sure you won’t think my love for you is a weakness?”He watched your face cautiously.

“You aren’t weak.Neither am I.We have both put survival above everything else.”

You were resourceful.You were unbelievably resilient. Negan resolved to trust you to keep yourself alive.At least until he could reach you.

The trailer door blew wide open.Negan fisted the black material attached to whatever dickhead had been dumb enough to enter his refuge and pulled the door shut. The wide doe eyes of Alexandria’s creepy bald clergyman found his face in the dark.

The firing of live ammunition sounded from somewhere below you. In nothing, but a bra and a fresh pair of panties you ran to the wall of windows.Simon and a few of the saviors had taken cover and were taking their best shots at hitting something other than the corrugated steel the invaders were using as shields.Your mind went into over drive.You couldn’t see Negan out there.No sign of his black leather clad back anywhere.At least you knew he was alive.He wasn’t lying on the ground or you’d surely have seen him. A borage of bullets hit some of the panes of glass below.You dove to the ground and began crawling behind the nearest piece of furniture you could.Unfortunately, the closest was a sofa.Cushions and plywood wouldn’t be enough to keep you safe.You lay as flat against the floor as you could as the gunfire reached your floor.The cacophony out there went from loud to ear splitting within seconds.

A sharp angry pain caused you to cry out, but you weren’t willing to risk getting shot again to check the wound.Soon afterwards the shooting died down.They’re running out of ammo, you thought.They must need to make every bullet count.Your heart felt so heavy.Please Lord keep him safe.You prayed.You knew he wasn’t perfect by any means nor was he innocent, but you loved him.You couldn’t fathom a world without him.A moment of quiet passed as you reflected on your husbands many sins.You found yourself struggling to maintain your composure.You wanted so badly to fall apart, but there wasn’t time for that.There was no doubt in your mind that he would eventually come for you, but you couldn’t stay here and wait.It wasn’t safe.

You got onto your hands and knees and clambered to the closet.You cursed Negan’s stupid wives club bullshit for robbing you of your jeans.You only owned two outfits.A black dress with spaghetti straps or a white grass stained sundress.You silently fumed as you pulled the dress on.You owned exactly one pair of shoes these days and they were a pair of black flats, not made for trekking through the forest. You decided to take a pair of socks and Negan’s red kerchief from his night stand.The long tube socks you used to stifle the bleeding of your wound.You tied the kerchief around your wrist. As you left your bedroom behind, you quickly began assessing the damage.You found the parlor doors were wide open. Sherri was long gone, but Tanya and Frankie seemed to be waiting around for...something.

“He isn’t coming.” The statement left your mouth reluctantly.

You knew deep inside that he would come back, eventually. However, seeing the girls fall apart spurred you to action. “We have to go.”

“We can’t leave! We won’t make it!” Tanya cried, her eyes frantic.

“We will! We can!” They looked unconvinced.

“I’ve led a group before.” You sighed exasperated with their dithering.

Frankie’s eyes darted from the room you had just left to the parlor doors.

They’ll probably drag us out of here if we stay.” She said slowly to Tanya, “and who knows what else they’ll do to us.” She swallowed nervously.

“She’s right.” You told Tanya.”We don’t know who or what we’re dealing with here and we shouldn’t stick around to find out.”

Tanya nodded slowly accepting the dire straits you were in.Trying to ignore the fear and anxiety she was radiating, you lead them to the doors.The empty hallway was not at all inviting, but you had no choice except to slip quietly into it.Frankie and Tanya followed.There was shouting and shooting in the distance.The further you walked the closer the noises sounded.You peaked around the first corner.

An arrow whizzed toward you.You ducked back behind the wall, your breathing sharp and quick with shock.You stayed as still as possible, waiting for another arrow to come, but none did. Instead there were heavy angry footsteps.The face of a man appeared, haggard sweaty and holding a cross bow in front of him.Tanya and Frankie yelped holding each other tight.

“Weapons?” He demanded.

“W-we don’t have any.” Frankie stuttered.

“Bullshit!” He barked and demanded you put your hands up.

You complied, more for the good of the wives than for your own.Stout fingers and a large palm invasively explored any place you might be hiding a gun or knife.

“Get on the ground.”He commanded and moved on to check Frankie, then Tanya.

“Who are you?” He asked suspiciously.

“We’re...wives” Tanya sniffed between sobs.“Negan’s wives.”

He grunted more to himself than to you.Static crackled from the walkie on his belt.

“Darryl, You find anything?”

“I found the wives,”He sounded disappointed. “They’re unarmed."

“Go ahead and bring ‘em with you.”A deep voice intoned.

“Sure.”Darryl replied.

“Anyone else back there?” He nodded toward the direction you came from.

“No.” You stated evenly.

“Get up.” He grabbed onto Frankie’s arm and pushed her ahead of him.

“Ladies first.” He mocked, making you go back the way you came.

Daryl stopped at every room.Checked every space a person could possibly hide.When you got back to the parlor, he tore the place apart looking for any one hidden. He found no one. He checked the other rooms found them empty and called to someone on the walkie.

“All clear.” He informed him.

“Good.Meet us on the first floor.”

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Local spikefaces clamor for more Now I See You in My Nightmares, but only if you’d like to post another snippet! No pressure at all etc

You're in luck because I've been feeling pretty inspired for this one recently! 😁 So, I present a more complete snippet of what I posted earlier today:

“For what it’s worth, you’re not the same person who—” Scott cuts off mid-sentence, his breath catching in the back of his throat. Theo can see the way Scott’s body tenses, can hear the way his breath shudders unsteadily in and out of his lungs. Scott flexes his hands subtly at his side, working them open and closed, like he’s fighting the urge to curl in on himself entirely. Like he’s willing himself to be able to say what they both know completes his sentence: person who murdered me. Scott can’t seem to get it out—maybe he’s still not quite ready to face what happened. Maybe he's never even said it out loud.

And Theo isn’t ready to finish that statement for him. Nagging regret knots his stomach, and he averts his gaze, unable to bear looking Scott in the eye. Theo curls his own hands into fists in his lap, counting on the familiar pain of nails—quickly becoming pointed and razor sharp—digging into his palms to keep him grounded. “You’re not the same person.” Scott repeats, decisively letting the rest hang heavy and unsaid in the space between them. Theo doesn’t look at him, desperately fights the urge to tell Scott just how wrong he is.

Scott hovers silently in the entryway between kitchen and hallway, like he’s waiting for Theo to respond. Theo doesn’t. Denial sits on the tip of his tongue, poised to use the way Scott still can’t confront what Theo did as a weapon, to push him away before he has the chance to get closer. But he aches to give in, to selfishly let Scott leave Theo’s sins unpunished and forgive Theo for whatever he wants. He’d gotten a taste of what belonging with Scott and the others felt like before, and even if the feeling was colored with dishonesty he craves it now. All the more reason to reject it.

In the end he does nothing. Theo sits as still as possible, save for the imperceptible shift of his clawed fingers digging into his skin; he holds his breath, eyes trained on his hands, and waits for Scott to give up and leave. After a few minutes, he does.

Theo doesn’t look up until he’s heard the tenth subtle creak of Scott’s weight on the stairs; he doesn’t move until he hears the click of Scott’s bedroom door shutting. With nothing more than a sharp exhale, he withdraws the claws buried in his palms and heads to the sink to wash away all evidence, careful not to let any blood speckle the floor.

He feels caught when Melissa steps into the kitchen, a bag full of groceries balanced against her left side, vegetables nearly spilling over like she’s stuffed it as full as possible. Her purse is dangling from one handle where she’s lazily slipped it over her right arm, and her keys look one second away from being tossed somewhere—probably the table. Washing his hands of blood in her kitchen sink—even if it is his own—suddenly makes Theo feel criminal, like the act is taking something away from her.

The same way he took her son.

Theo knows that Scott is just upstairs, can hear his steady heartbeat and the light tap of his shoe against the floor to some tune Theo can’t place. He knows that Scott is fine now, but there was a time when he wasn’t fine—wasn’t anything but dead. 15 minutes (if Mason’s likely concussed counting can be trusted) of a Scott-less world—a void so cold and empty that he couldn’t possibly justify. And Melissa hasn’t forgotten about it.

The tips of Theo’s fingers itch, his claws threatening to break skin. He’s relived those final moments so many times it’s become muscle memory:

The give of bone and organ, sliced through with an unnatural ease. . .

Scott’s heart beats a staccato tune of its own against Theo’s fingertips.

The warm slick feel of blood dripping from his hands. . .

It sings of desperation, a transposition in minor composed of all the fragments of Scott’s broken heart.

The nauseating and familiar rush of satisfaction that comes with destruction. . .

And then it doesn’t sing at all.

The overwhelming wave of guilt that follows. . .

Theo hasn’t forgotten either. Scott’s death at his hands now haunts him day and night.

A suffocating mix of fury and fear and the rising smell of his own shame fills up the room. Theo forgets how to breathe.

“You’ve got about ten seconds to get out of my kitchen,” She says it calmly and without much malice, but he can hear the crinkling, uncertain start of ripping paper as her arm tightens around the grocery bag; Melissa holds her keyring in a death grip, skin going white around the house key in her hand, poised toward him like she wants it to be a weapon.

Theo leaves without a word, only backtracking to turn off the still running sink.

He doesn’t plan on going back.

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It’s Alright

A/N: It feels weird for me to even write this, but there were two small things I wished I might have been able to see in 5x03. This is one of the two scenarios. Set within the 5x03 timeline.

Thank you to @kkruml for always knowing what I mean to say and knowing just how to fix it. Thank you to @walkinginland for always being a helping hand.  And thank you to @happytoobserve for being  the best cheerleader through all the seasons.

There was a palpable energy within the camp. Our trek to Hillsborough had just started, but the fear of battle was evident everywhere. The men, of all ages, were ready- or so they hoped. Jamie hoped so, too.

The fireside conversation had reminded me of nearly twenty years before. I could hear Jamie’s Gaelic commands in the back of my mind like it was yesterday. I could hear the sound of the bombs going off like I was back in France during a war that Jamie couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

We had retired for the night, the exhaustion of the day settling within us. We weren’t as young as we once had been. Our tent was settled towards the back of the camp. Jamie had done that on purpose I think- a way for him to make me feel safe. We had two dozen well armed men all around us. Stubborn Scot didn’t understand all I needed was him to make me feel protected. 

I watched him take off his jacket and slip off his boots. He smiled at me and walked over towards my vicinity, tossing his dirk and gun onto our pillow.

“Come here,” I heard his voice as his hand touched the small of my back. “I’ll undo yer stays.” 

Instead of pulling off my jacket to allow him the access he was seeking, I quickly turned to face him, hastily wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. Instinctively my husband returned the sentiment and put his arms around me. I must have been holding onto him harder than I realized because I felt Jamie’s chest tighten even more. 

“Christ, Sassenach,” He let out. “Are ye ill?” 

I could feel the tears rising to the surface, my emotions overcoming me. It hit me like a tidal wave, the memories coming back to me like a flash flood.The love and loss. Starvation. Echoes of gunfire. Moans of the injured and the mix of  sweat and blood dripping down my face.  

I had seen war and lived through it. I knew the turmoil that soldiers brought home. I also knew first hand how deep the trauma of loss ran within a person. It wasn’t just the heartache nor the physical consequences one could suffer. I knew all too well the abyss that loss could create. It had consumed me for nearly twenty years. I had once been a black hole of emptiness, trying to bring myself piece by piece back together. 

I felt Jamie’s thumb wiping the tear from my eye. 

“It’s alright…” I stammered. Whether it was to convince him or myself, I wasn’t entirely sure. “I’m alright…. I’m alright.” 

“I ken well enough not tae argue wi’ a physician but Claire…” I could hear the edge in the way he said my name, something he seldom did, “Yer shaking.” 

I could feel the heaviness in my chest yet I was breathless. As my surroundings started to come back to me, I recognized what was happening. 

“Yes… Yes…” I squeezed myself even tighter around him, steadying myself, tethering myself  to my earthly anchor. “I am just having a panic attack. Give me a minute, just hold me.”  

“I canna argue wi’ the doctor.”  

He stood there, his arms encompassing me, keeping me on this plane of reality. We stayed there for either minutes or an hour, I didn’t know nor did I care, and I looked up to find his blue eyes fixated on mine. His face held a tenderness and warmth within it, a look I had only ever seen on his face in moments when I caught him staring at me from across the way. It was one of those moments that when I saw it, my strength had been restored, for I knew deep within the very marrow of my bones, with Jamie, I held no fear of my past and no fear for what might happen in my - no our - future.

“I’m sorry.” I finally said. “It hasn’t happened since….” 

“Before Prestonpans, no?” 

Jamie always had an uncanny knack for remembering almost everything, but I had tried to forget our time before Culloden. And if I had tried to forget, I had been convinced he had surely tried to forget certain things. 

“Yes, I am surprised you remembered.” I tried to put on brave front but knew he saw right through it.

“Sassenach, I remember everything ye’ve ever told me about yer past.”  It was at that moment I loved him more than I did before. 

“I… Just. Tonight, sitting by the fire, it almost felt like when we were with Dougal and them, out on the road…” 

“Collecting the rent or should I say raising money for the Jacobites.” He half gave a laugh and a small smile, something about that time was making him happy. I knew it wasn’t the use of his back as a decoy, though.

“Yes.” I smiled, while there were always the bad things remembered, there had also been so much good within those times as well.

“Ye always looked so bonny wi’ the firelight… I can remember those nights spent under the stars before we were wed,” He pushed a curl out of my face. “I prayed for many nights for the Lord to make ye mine.” 

“Well it seems like the Lord listened.” I kissed the base of his jaw. “I just, we never want to go to war…. And somehow it seems like it always follows us.”

“I ken, mo chridhe.”  He titled my head up and kissed me softly. “We do what must be done, nay more and nay less. Wi’ ye by my side, I am forgiven of all my sins.” 

“May the Lord forgive us both then.” I laughed into his smile. We were inches apart, our noses touching, eyes closed, embracing our history and shaking the fear for whatever the future held. 

For whatever was to come, so long as we were one, nothing else mattered.

[almost-jack]

It’s official. I’m a filthy, Jack-simping fuck monster. Chapter 15 is out and it is a smut bucket.

I just posted the smuttiest chapter that I’ve ever written for public consumption. It doesn’t even really require context (other than basic Borderlands 2 knowledge) to read because it is pure FILTH. I’m pretty proud.

Please enjoy and either leave me a comment here or on AO3 (guest comments and kudos welcome) or wash your eyeballs, depending on how you feel about it.

This chapter on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27921886/chapters/69799560

Or read below:

Chapter 15 : More Than He Bargained For          

Summary: Axton willingly puts himself in Jack’s way and gets fucked. Hard. Oof.

Notes:

Forgive me lord, for I have sinned, but so help me god, I'll fucking do it again. And again. And again...

Thinkin' about changing the fic's title to "The Lion's Den". What do you guys think?

*Warning: Uhhhh....Axton might take a bit of a beating with some mild non-con mixed in there. He likes some it, though. *shrug*

The tower was just a short walk from the bar and the pair was entering the massive living room of the VIP suite within minutes. Rei retrieved a bottle of Jack’s fancy champagne and poured three glasses, setting one down on an end table to wait for Jack, then she sat down on an ornate couch with gold upholstery and patted the seat next to her. Axton joined her, staring around at the lavish, ostentatious suite.

“Wow, this place is uh…”

“Excessive? Yeah, I know. Jack’s aesthetic is something along the lines of, “You can’t afford this,” and, “Is there enough black leather in here?”” she said, laughing.

“Well, you can never have enough black leather, darlin’,” said Axton, reaching out and stroking her cheek.

He leaned in and caught her lips with his own, kissing her firmly, yet gently. Without breaking the kiss, he threw a knee up onto the couch and began crawling forward, crowding her back against the armrest until he was straddling her. Rei ran her hands up his chest, feeling something cold and metallic hanging from his neck. She pulled away to look at the rectangular tags in her hand. Dog tags, and for some reason, a wedding ring. Rei knew better than to ask why.

“A soldier, eh? Your battalion isn’t going to be happy about you fraternizing with Handsome Jack and friends, you know.”

“Don’t have a battalion anymore, I was discharged a while back. I’m a mercenary now, honey. A vault hunter, in fact.”

“You’re a…what?” she said, taken aback.

“He’s a vault hunter. Well, he was a vault hunter. For me,” growled a voice from across the room.

Jack was leaning in the doorway of the suite, arms crossed, brows furrowed in a thunderous scowl. He strode over behind the couch, gripping the edge of the headrest with white knuckles, looming over the pair. Then he sighed, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing his temple.

“Kitten…why? Why do you do this shit to me? It’s like you’re trying to get us both killed.”

“Jack…I don’t understand…”

“I hired this joker as a vault hunter and then tried to kill him. Did you forget that part, Axie? The part where I wanted you dead?”

“Nope, I remember. Crazy bus explosion. Lotta fun,” said Axton, sitting up. Rei slid out from under him and began backing away from the couch, feeling the weight of the grave error she had made.

“So why the hell are you here? Do you need to get fucked by Handsome Jack so badly that you’re willing to risk your life for it? I can’t blame you, but…pretty stupid move, kiddo,” snarled Jack.

“What if that’s exactly why I’m here? Is that so hard to believe?” asked Axton, pouting up at him playfully.

Jack grabbed the burly man by the hair and bent his head back at a painful angle. Axton grimaced but remained still. Jack leaned down so his face was mere inches away, staring at the man in his grasp with fire in his eyes. Rei had seen that expression before, and, although she knew this was about to take an unfortunate turn for Axton, she couldn’t help but feel excited for what was to come. When Jack was at his worst, he always fucked her the best.

Rei sauntered over to the armrest next to Jack and sat, looking quizzically down at Axton.

“I don’t think we believe him, do we, J?” she drawled lazily.

“No, I don’t believe we do. So why don’t you tell us why you’re really here, cupcake?” hissed Jack through clenched teeth.

“Fine, fine, I might have been paid to keep an eye on you two. Uh, do you mind?” he grunted, trying to jerk his head out of Jack’s grip. Jack released him, drawing his pistol and pointing it at Axton’s head instead.

“Well that’s not much better…” mumbled the soldier.

“Who are you working for? I want answers, now,” snarled Jack.

“No can do, big guy. I gave you as much of an answer as you’re gonna get. The rest is classified.”

“Maybe you should fuck it out of him, J.” said Rei, examining her shimmery, black nails disinterestedly.

“Kitten, you always have the best ideas!” crowed Jack, his scowl morphing into a wolfish grin. He tossed her his gun. “Watch him for a minute.” He turned and left the room.

“That was pretty dirty trick, soldier boy,” she said in a low, ominous voice, cocking the gun and aiming between Axton’s eyes.

“I wasn’t trying to trick anyone, just saw an opportunity for some fun on the job and I took it,” he said, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it over the back of the couch.

“Jack is almost certainly going to kill you once he’s done. Why would you risk that?”

“Ah, darlin’, you underestimate me. I wasn’t a commando for all those years because I’m bad surviving dangerous situations. Jack doesn’t scare me. Also… I wanted to spend a little time with Jack’s girl. See what makes you tick. See if you’re a threat. See…what you have on under that dress,” he said with an impish grin, eyes twinkling up at her.

“Well, you might just get some of what you wanted…and a whole lot you didn’t,” she said, smiling sweetly back.

“Ok kiddos, time for some fun!” announced Jack gleefully, returning to the couch and slipping his gun back into its holster. He held a jumble of straps and chains. Jack separated the tangled items in his hands and flipped a black leather gag over to Rei. “You get his mouth, I’ll get his wrists,” he said, giving Axton a hard shove to the back, forcing him face down on the couch.

Jack yanked Axton’s arms behind him, clinking a pair of thick metal handcuffs around his wrists so quickly that the soldier barely had time to react. Rei snickered at them as she undid the buckle on the gag.

“Yeah, I don’t know about the gag, darli-nghhh!” protested Axton as she stuffed the leather strap in his mouth and fastened it around his head.

“You wanted to see what I have on under my dress, right? Be a good boy and I’ll show you.”

“Oh he said that, did he? Cheeky little bastard,” chuckled Jack, unbuckling his belt. “Kitten, why don’t you come over here and get this party started, hmm? You’re in for a real treat, Axie. Getting to watch my kitten blow me is a real privilege.”

Jack pulled Axton upright by the back of his shirt and plopped down next to him, throwing an arm over his shoulders. He hooked a finger under the chain of the soldier’s dog tags and toyed with it gently, giving him a devilish grin. Rei knelt between Jack’s legs a shoved his pants down, mouthing at the exposed skin of his upper thighs.

“Hmm, I think I have another good idea,” she said softly, pulling a small baggie of purple powder out of her bra.

“Oh you just keep that Eridium concentrate stashed on you at all times, eh, kitten?”

“This stuff is close to my heart. Literally,” she giggled.

She poured a trail of powder down Jack’s thigh and snorted it in one fluid motion. She then tapped a line onto the back of her hand, holding it out to Jack, who sniffed it up appreciatively. He threw back his head and sighed happily, then turned to Axton, positively beaming, and clapped him on the back.

“Holy hell, kiddo. Looks like I’m gonna be fucking you all night long,” he purred in Axton’s ear, pulling himself out of his pants and giving his near instant erection a few assisting strokes.

Rei licked the tip of his cock and Jack’s hand dropped to his side, letting her take over. She sank down on his member, almost to the hilt, making him groan loudly at the hot silkiness of her mouth and her tongue ring gliding over his shaft. She lazily dragged her tongue back up to his cockhead and sucked gently, stroking his slit with the tip of her tongue. Then she picked up her pace and began bobbing her head while pumping his length with a firm grip, getting faster and sloppier with every passing minute. Jack let out another low moan and dug his fingers into Axton’s shoulder with the hand that was still dangling carelessly over it.

“Oh, fuck, kitten. Take it easy, our friend is still waiting for a turn on my dick.”

“I think it’s only fair that I get first dibs, I found him after all. And since I won, shouldn’t I be calling the shots?” she said, sitting back on her heels and wiping her mouth.

Jack raised his eyebrows at her. “Oh yeah, doll? Hey, if that’s what you want…” He shrugged. “That ok with you, buddy?” he said, hooking his arm around Axton’s neck and pulling his head into his chest.

“Mmmph,” came his unintelligible reply. The look on his face was something akin to curiosity with a hint of apprehension, probably at the prospect of being subjected to whatever insane things these two cartoonish villains could think up.

Jack laughed derisively. “Like it even matters what you want at this point, kiddo.”

“Bedroom. Let’s go,” said Rei, snapping her fingers at the two of them.

“You heard that hot little piece of ass, up you get,” said Jack, dragging Axton to his feet and pushing him down the hall.

They followed Rei into the bedroom, Jack hauling Axton onto the bed with him while she waited at the foot, arms crossed. Jack threw an arm over Axton’s shoulders once again, watching her intently. Once she had their full attention, Rei slowly, almost teasingly, unzipped her dress. She let it slide off her body and pool at her feet, revealing black, lacey lingerie with yellow stitching. She bent to remove her silver pumps, but Jack cleared his throat insistently. She stopped and put her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side.

“What?” she said sharply.

“Do me a favor kitten…uhh, boss-kitten…. Leave ‘em on? Please? For daddy?” he pleaded, sticking out his lower lip.

Rei rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a crooked smile. “Fine,” she said climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards them, catlike. She knelt between Axton’s legs and reached behind his head to unfasten the gag.

“The hell are you doing that for? I don’t wanna hear this guy complain all night,” whined Jack.

“He’ll be too busy putting that mouth to work to complain, don’t you worry. Isn’t that right, soldier boy?” she purred, grabbing Axton’s chin and stroking his lower lip with her thumb.

“Mmhmm, whatever you want, darlin’, as long as I get to touch you,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her body hungrily.

Rei smacked his cheek lightly, but firmly. “You don’t get to make demands. The cuffs stay on. Trade places with me.”

Axton awkwardly shifted onto his knees and shuffled out of Rei’s way as she took his spot next to Jack.

“Sit right there, lover boy,” she snapped her fingers at him and pointed between her legs.

He quickly obeyed, keeping his head low to avoid letting the pair see his pleased grin. Rei hooked a leg over his shoulder, pressing into his back with the sharp stiletto of her shoe.

“Down.”

He bent slowly and began kissing a trail up her thigh, nipping at her thong when he reached her pubic bone. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. She gave him a nod and he pulled the garment down with his teeth, tenuously inching it down her legs.

“Lemme help you with that, kiddo,” said Jack lazily, shrugging out of his jacket. He fished around in his pants pocket and produced a switchblade, flipped it open, and hooked it under the waistband of Rei’s panties. Before she could protest, Jack had severed both sides with a flick of his wrist.

“Jack! I liked those!” she hissed in irritation.

“So I’ll buy you another pair,” he murmured, pocketing the knife and kissing his way up her neck before enveloping her mouth. Their lips moved against each other languidly, tongues intertwining, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

Suddenly Rei broke away, moaning wantonly with her eyes screwed shut as she felt Axton’s mouth descend upon the heat between her legs. He lapped at her folds eagerly, dragging his tongue up to swirl around her clit, then back down to dip into her now dripping entrance, kissing and sucking every part of her along the way. After short while, Rei felt the weight of the bed abruptly shift, then heard the creak of a drawer opening. The weight shifted back and Axton cried out, jerking his head up. Rei whined at the loss of contact and sat up on her elbows to see what was the matter.

“Hey, man, are you serious?! You can’t put that on me!” complained Axton, trying to shake off Jack’s grip around his neck.

In the hand that wasn’t clenched around the back of Axton’s neck, Jack held a black leather collar (a plainer version of the one he had given Rei) connected to a chain-link leash. Rei laughed. Jack definitely had an aesthetic, and that was black leather absolutely everywhere. She sat up and folded her legs under her, reaching down to grab Axton’s face and still him.

“Cooperate, or the gag goes back on,” said Rei silkily.

She clenched his jaw in her palm while simultaneously stroking his cheek with her thumb, as though making both a threat and a titillating promise. He huffed in annoyance but slumped down, dropping his head into her lap and allowing Jack to collar him.

“Good boy,” she praised, stroking his hair.

“Thanks, kitten. So can I have a go at him now, or what? Don’t leave me hanging, here,” said Jack impatiently, gesturing towards his ever present, Eridium enhanced erection, still bobbing out of his open fly.

“Aww, you feeling neglected, J? Sure, have at him,” she cooed, crawling over to where Jack knelt behind Axton and sitting up on her knees to nuzzle and nip at his neck.

Jack wound the leash around his hand, curling it into a fist, and when it was short enough, gave it an experimental yank. Axton jerked backward and sputtered, almost losing his balance and toppling back into Jack’s lap. Jack smirked maliciously, the fire still glinting in his eyes.

“Ok, pumpkin. Let’s see what you’re made of,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“I, uh… I mean, it’s not my first time at the rodeo, but uh... Don’t go too hard on me, ok?” said Axton, nervously eyeing Jack’s impressively sized cock.

“We’ll see.”

“That means there’s no fuckin’ chance” Rei whispered in Axton’s ear, undoing his belt and pulling down his fly.

She giggled and smacked his ass, urging him up onto his knees while she pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down to his elbows. Jack was busily pulling off Axton’s shoes and kicking off his own, then yanking off his vest and shirt without undoing all the buttons. He reached over to the already open drawer beside the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube, slicking up his throbbing erection, and hungrily descending on Axton, forcing his chest down into the bed with a thud. He pressed a hand to his back and held him there while he adjusted Axton’s hips and slid his pants the rest of the way off. Jack began to teasingly press his achingly hard cock between Axton’s cheeks.

“Aw, hey, come on Jack, at least give him a few fingers first,” said Rei sympathetically, although a wicked grin remained fixed across her face.

“Kitten, I don’t think I can wait much longer. I can’t tell if I want to kill something or fuck something, but if one of those two things doesn’t happen soon, I’m definitely going with kill,” Jack said in a strained tone.

“Oh, fuck, come on man…” mumbled Axton into the sheets. He raised his head to glance over his shoulder at Jack, a pleading look in his eyes. “If I survive this night, don’t you want me to at least tell people you’re a good lay? You know they’re gonna ask what Handsome Jack is like in bed …”

Jack shot him one of his signature “if looks could kill” faces and made an exasperated growl deep in his throat in response.

It was clearly taking every ounce of willpower he had to restrain himself from plunging balls deep into the command splayed out before him, but he begrudgingly lubed up a few fingers and got to work. Axton groaned as Jack pumped one large finger into his tight hole, and after a few pumps, another, far too soon for comfort. Jack worked him open quickly, drawing mostly grunts of pain from Axton as he carelessly fucked his fingers into the cuffed man.

“Think you can fucking take me now, cupcake? Or am I still too big for you?” hissed Jack, still pumping his fingers in and out.

“Shut up and do it already, douchebag,” retorted Axton. Jack abruptly yanked his fingers out, making him shudder in pain.

“You reaaally need to remember your manners, or I’m not going to be able to help you, Ax,” Rei said, her voice soft and sickly sweet. She was hovering next to Jack, her arm draped over one of his broad shoulders, her head resting on top of it.

“Oh, sweetheart, nothing can help him now,” growled Jack, lining his cock up with Axton’s quivering hole.

“Maybe he just needs a good dicking. Go on, J, fuck the shit out of him,” urged Rei, her tone absolutely poisonous.

Jack sank into Axton far too quickly, making the commando yelp and writhe underneath him as Jack pressed the weight of his powerful chest into his back. He fell still as Jack gave him a moment to adjust, his breath coming in heavy pants.

“Thaaaaat’s it, deep breaths. Relax, pumpkin, this is nothing. Things haven’t even begun to get bad for you, yet,” crooned Jack as he started to move his hips.

Jack groaned in relief as he slowly thrust his throbbing cock into Axton, the friction easing his frustration. Axton, on the other hand, was struggling not to whimper as the older man began pounding into him, his rhythm going from gentle and controlled to full on jack-hammering in less than a minute.

“So tell me, Axie, did you really think I’d fuck you nicely? That I’d suddenly change my mind about wanting most of you annoying fuckin’ vault hunters dead? You willingly entered the lions’ den, expecting not to get torn to pieces. What the fuck is wrong with you, kiddo?” Jack laughed and punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard thrust, eliciting a satisfying yelp from the man beneath him.

“Guess I’m just a glutton for punishment,” grunted Axton, a hint of amusement in his voice. It seemed as though he was beginning to enjoy himself, and Jack, while pleased that the commando was getting off on being manhandled and tormented by him, wasn’t about to let him enjoy it without consequence.

“Hey, kitten, why don’t you show our friend that little stunt you pulled on Pandora? The one that nearly broke my face?” said Jack, roughly yanking the leash towards himself, forcing Axton to sit up and lean back into his chest. Jack hooked a few fingers under the collar and slowed his thrusts to keep him anchored in place.

Rei, who had been running her nails down Jack’s back and murmuring words of encouragement in his ear, giggled. She reached into Jack’s thigh holster, still bunched around his thighs with his pants, slid out his gun, and turned it on Axton.

“Woah, woah, hold up, at least make it a fair fight if you’re going to try and kill me,” he rasped against the pressure of Jack’s pull on the collar.

“Don’t worry, hun, safety’s on. Doesn’t make it much safer for you, though,” she said with an amused grin, drawing back her arm. She swung the gun down on him, even harder than she had on Jack, decking him across the face, and causing the commando to cry out in pain and surprise. Both Rei and Jack cackled as Axton spat blood onto the bed.

“That all you got, babe?” he said dazedly, giving her a bloodstained grin.

Jack gave the collar a sharp tug.

“We can go harder if you want, kiddo. Just keep running that mouth of yours, see what happens,” he growled. He shoved Axton back down on the mattress and returned to his punishing pace, pumping in and out of him. Axton let out a low moan, his cuffed hands balling into fists behind his back.

Rei watched Jack begin to pant, the muscles in his back tensing. She moved to his side and leaned over Axton to pull Jack into a heated kiss, burying her hands in his hair and digging her nails roughly into his scalp, drawing a soft moan out of the man. All he needed was a little more pain to push him over the edge. She let her lips glide from his mouth, to his jaw, and then down his chest. Rei dragged her tongue over the firm muscles, stopping to lave over his nipple. Suddenly she bit down hard on the tender bud, sending shudders through his body.

“Ah, fuck, kitten, you’re gonna make me cum…” he groaned desperately. “You hear that, Axie? I’m gonna fill your tight little hole and make a huge mess for ya. Let’s see how well you march after being fucked senseless and filled with cum, soldier boy,” he hissed in Axton’s ear.

“Hey, hey, not in-“

Axton tried to protest, but it was too late. Jack was already hunched over his back, one hand buried in Rei’s hair as she continued sinking her teeth into his pectoral, the other between Axton’s shoulders, crushing him into the mattress with all his weight. Jack threw back his head, eyes screwed shut, and gave a final, brutal thrust, sinking his cock all the way to the hilt and letting go. He groaned loudly as he spilled into the man beneath him, his cock twitching and spurting for what felt like ages, pain and pleasure rippling through his body. Finally, he sank forward to lean on his hands, torso still hunched over Axton’s back, head hung low in exhaustion.

“God…damn…that was good. Really fucking good,” he panted, slowly pulling himself out of the commando. A thick stream of cum trickled out of Axton’s abused hole and dribbled down his thighs.

“Fuck you. What the hell,” grumbled Axton, displeased at the wet, tacky feeling of Jack’s cum dripping between his legs.

“HAH! Nope, pretty sure you’re the one who just got fucked here, princess,” said Jack, descending into peels of laughter. “I’ll tell you what, since you got me off so good, I’m gonna let you fuck kitten and get her off that good, too. If she wants. You want that, kitten?”

“About damn time,” she purred, stroking the hair on his chest.

“Well if I’m going to be doing any actual fucking, these cuffs gotta go…”

“Hmm…I do kind of want to see what you’re capable of… Should we trust him, J?”

“Hell, why not. Kid’s earned it. But just to be safe…” Jack pulled his pants back up to his hips, tucking himself away, but leaving the fly open. He removed his gun from its holster and clicked off the safety. “No funny business, ok, kiddo? One wrong move and I’ll blow brains out. And- trust me- it won’t even ruin the mood.”

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, then went about unlocking the cuffs. Rei slid up the bed to rest her back against the headboard, waiting in eager anticipation.

“Can I go get cleaned up, at least?” asked Axton, sitting up and rubbing his wrists.

“Here,” said Rei, leaning forward and pulling his shirt, still bunched around his elbows, the rest of the way off. She tossed it at him with a derisive laugh.

Axton grumbled but took the shirt and wiped down his legs and ass. He then turned to Rei and slid close enough to nudge her legs apart with his knee, a hand planted on either side of her hips. A devious smile began to play across his lips. He glanced over his shoulder at Jack, checking to see where the gun and leash were in proximity to himself. Jack had given him some slack on the leash to move around, but still had the gun pointed threateningly at his head. The older man moved to kneel beside Axton, also dropping down to lean on his hands, and pressing the gun into his back.

“That good dicking I just gave ya made you a little hard, huh, Axie? You fuckin’ love the abuse, don’t you?” he said, dipping his head to mutter huskily in his ear. Jack licked a hot stripe up Axton’s neck, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Rei reached for Axton’s semi stiff cock and began giving it slow, languid strokes, pleased when he let out a low moan as he hardened beneath her fingers. He leaned in and kissed her, more aggressively and sloppier than he had earlier, and pulled her down underneath him so their hips were flush. He began to grind his now erect length against her pubic bone, enjoying the way her breasts pressed against his chest. He ran a hand down her leg, then suddenly threw it over his shoulder, ignoring the sting as her stiletto dug into his skin. The commando reached between them and began to rub her clit in small circles, making her arch her back as she squirmed underneath him in pleasure.

“Fuck me, soldier boy,” moaned Rei, rolling her hips up to meet his.

“Go on kid, give it to her,” growled Jack, watching the pair lustfully.

Axton positioned himself at Rei’s entrance and sank into her slowly while sucking kisses onto her ankle. He drew himself out almost entirely, just his cockhead teasing her lips, then slowly slid back into her warm, wet heat and repeated the motion.

“Come on soldier, I know you want it rougher than that. We just beat the crap out of you, aren’t you gonna give it right back to us? “ Jack hissed in his ear, as if he was the devil on Axton’s shoulder.

Axton ignored him, opting instead to lean down and suck Rei’s nipple. She moaned and dragged her fingers through his short cropped hair.

“Let’s go kid, if you don’t fuck her proper then I will,” snarled Jack, hooking a finger under his collar and giving it a sharp, warning tug. He was already hard again, waiting, wanting, and aching.

Axton wheezed and glared over at him, but slightly picked up his pace. Rei responded with a pleased little mewl, bringing her hips up to meet his in synchronized rhythm. Axton groaned hotly into her ear, surprised at how close to finishing he already was. He loved danger, and apparently his cock loved it, too.

Suddenly Jack was wrenching him back, sending him toppling to the side.

“Sorry, kid. You had your chance and I’m fuckin’ tired of waiting,” Jack said, shoving his pants off the rest of the way.

Jack pounced upon Rei with a feverish hunger, pulling her legs around his waist and roughly thrusting into her, making her gasp.

“Hang on tight, kitten,” he murmured in her ear, before dropping to his elbows and begging to slam his cock into her at a brutal pace. She gripped his back, her nails digging in deep enough to cause tiny pinpricks of blood to form on the surface of his skin.

Rei was moaning desperately at full volume, unable to control the sounds that Jack was wrenching out of her as he pounded away. Jack himself wasn’t much better, groaning huskily in her ear between heavy breaths, lost in a haze of chemically enhanced arousal.

Rei alternated between moans and whines and whispering filthy things in his ear, egging him on. She dragged her teeth down his neck, biting down hard when she reached the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Jack shuddered in pain and pleasure, feeling a familiar heat pooling in his groin.

“Jack, oh fuck, I’m so close,” she whispered breathily in his ear, eliciting a low, sinful groan from the man.

“Scream my name, baby. You know how I like it. Scream my name while you cum for me, kitten,” he growled.

And in moments, Rei was writhing underneath him, her hips bucking up into his, howling his name in a breathy, high pitched whine. Jack sucked in his breath as her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, dragging him to the edge. He gave a few more uneven, hitching thrusts and came, slamming his cock into her and spilling inside her with a roar. He continued to press himself as deeply as he could, giving little thrusts, while he rode out the throbbing, twitching spurts of his orgasm, nuzzling her neck and groaning in ecstasy.

After several minutes, Jack raised himself up on his hands, shoulders hunched and panting hard.

“Well,” he said, sounding winded, “that’s how ya do it, kiddo.”

He looked over at Axton, who was leaning against the headboard next to them, one arm behind his head and the other being used to leisurely stroke his very hard cock.

“So, uh… You gonna get out of the way or what?” asked Axton gruffly, his eyes dark with lust.

Jack raised his eyebrows skeptically at him, then sat up and gently maneuvered Rei’s legs to the side. He turned to face Axton.

“Come ‘ere, kid,” Jack ordered, curling a finger at the other man.

Axton shuffled forward obediently, thoughts only focused on getting the relief he so desperately needed.

“Yeah, I’m done sharing,” Jack breathed huskily, “but I’ll tell ya what…” He licked his palm and reached down between them to grab Axton’s cock. The commando grunted and bucked his hips at the contact.

“Ooh, are you gonna help him out, J?” giggled Rei, coming up behind Axton and draping herself over his shoulders.

“I sure am, kitten. I’m just a real nice guy, what can I say?” said Jack cheerfully, beginning to stroke Axton’s leaking cock. He reached up and curled the other hand around Axton’s jaw, holding it firmly.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Axton kept his eyes shut, not wanting to ruin the sensations coursing through his groin by being eye to eye with the man who once tried to kill him.

“I said look at me,” Jack hissed dangerously.

Axton grudgingly opened his eyes and was met with the manic, fiery glare of one blue eye, one green. Jack’s stare chilled him to the core.

“Don’t forget who’s jerking you off right now, kid. When you’re beating it to this later in whatever shitty, filthy part of the galaxy you came from, just remember that it was Handsome Jack making you cum all over your stupid, pathetic self. Remember that I can kill you just as easily as I can get you off because you’re weak, Axton. You could try to stop me, if you wanted to. But you don’t want to. You’re like putty in my hands. Now cum for me, soldier boy,” said Jack in an unnervingly calm and measured tone, as if he wasn’t jerking off a man he’d just tortured for hours.

Axton screwed his eyes shut again, trying to ignore Jack’s order, willing himself not to give in… But it was all too much. The fast, rough friction of Jack’s hand, Rei’s tongue gliding up his neck and over his jaw, her nails scraping across his chest, and Jack’s words, combined with his dominating presence, his face mere inches from Axton’s own, were all too much. Before he could stop himself, Axton was shooting rope after rope of warm, sticky finish all over his own stomach. He jerked and moaned in Jack’s hand, finally slumping forward, his head hanging low, breath coming in pants. Jack wiped his hand on Axton’s shoulder, grinning maliciously, then went to retrieve his pants and slip them on.

“So now that we’re all squared away here, let’s get down to business. What do we do with you, hmm, Axie? Does he live, or does he die? That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” mused Jack, pulling his gun from its holster and spinning it around his finger.

“Maybe he’s ready to tell us who sent him. That might improve his odds, don’t you think?” said Rei sweetly.

“How about it, kid? You ready to talk, or would you rather take your chances?”

“I’m a gambling man. Love that adrenaline rush. So, in other words… you’re not getting shit out of me, old man,” laughed Axton, tauntingly.

Jack stopped spinning his gun, face suddenly contorted with rage.

“Oooh. Ok. Uh-oh. You just-” Rei began.

Jack drew back his fist and slugged Axton squarely in the gut with all his might, knocking the wind of him. The commando bent double, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

“-made things worse for yourself.” she said with a sigh.

“Good…arm..." wheezed Axton.

"Yeah. The age thing is kind of a sore spot for Jack."

"Not as sore as he's about to be," muttered Jack under his breath, quietly fuming.

“Ok, ok. Missteps aside, what are we going to do with him?”

“Well, first of all…”

Jack snatched the abandoned handcuffs from the foot of the bed, and, taking advantage of the soldier’s momentary vulnerability after getting punched by what felt like a wrecking ball, wrenched Axton’s arms behind him and slapped the cuffs back on without much of a struggle.

“And now obviously I’m going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him until he gives me useful information, or he dies. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the blah-blah-blah, too late, tough shit, you already chose, pal,” sneered Jack.

A sudden chiming came from Axton’s discarded pants on the floor. Jack cocked an eyebrow and slid off the bed to retrieve them, pulling the commando’s Echo from his pocket.

“Well I’ll be damned…” he breathed.

“Don’t answer tha-“ Axton began.

“Lilith! To what do I owe the pleasure? Have a nice nap?” said Jack cheerfully, picking up the call.

“Oh what the hell, why do you have Axton’s Echo, you prick?” said Lilith’s scowling hologram.

“I don’t know; why don’t you ask him? Axie, baby, say hello.” Jack turned the Echo’s camera towards him, still naked, collared, and cuffed on the bed.

“AXTON! NOT. AGAIN,” yelled Lilith in frustration. She pressed her finger tips between her eyes, squeezing them shut momentarily.

He hung his head sheepishly, avoiding the hologram’s fierce glare.

“Sorry, Lil.”

“You had one job. ONE. Kill them. Not fuck them. KILL THEM. You couldn’t even stop them from drugging me and Roland! Is it too much to ask that you keep it in your pants for just one night? JESUS!”

“I mean, come on Lil, we both knew this would probably wind up just being a scouting mission, unless an opportunity presented itself. And it did!”

“And you still fucked it up,” she hissed.

“Woah, woah, woah, can we go back to the part about this little shit stain trying to kill us? You hired sweet cheeks here to be your assassin?” asked Jack incredulously.

“Yeah, what of it, Jack?” grumbled Lilith.

He was silent a moment, staring at the hologram in surprise. Suddenly he burst out laughing, cackling so hard that he bent double and clutched his sides.

“Nice work, cupcake! You really know how to pick ‘em,” he said, wiping a tear of mirth away from his eye. Then his voice dropped about two octaves, the laughter abruptly disappearing from his face. “I think we’ll keep him,” he said, his voice quiet and deadly.

“What? No! You can’t-“

“Eye for an eye, sweetheart. You try to fuck us, we try to fuck you… And then we all just end up fucking poor Axton. Well, mostly just me, actually.”

“No, Jack, wait, we’re willing to negotiate.”

“You got a vault key, princess?”

“No…”

“Well then you’ve got nothing I want. And I suggest you don’t come anywhere near the VIP floor unless you want to tango with fifty Badass Loader Bots, ten turrets, and my main man, Wilhelm. He’s around here somewhere. Who knows, maybe he’s even on his way down to you already! Cia!”

“Wait! What about-“

Jack hung up the call.

“So much for that truce, huh? What a cunt,” he said, turning to Rei.

She had pulled a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table and had one dangling from her mouth, and was now sitting with her back against the headboard, arms crossed, glowering. She pulled a lighter from the pack and lit her cigarette, inhaling deeply, then exhaled a slow, steady stream of swirling smoke.

“That bitch. I made sure you didn’t kill her, or even harm her, just so she could send an assassin after us? Un-fucking-believable.”

“That’s what people do, kiddo. They’ll smile to your face while stabbing you in the back. Although… this guy wasn’t much of an assassin, now, was he?” he said, ruffling Axton’s hair.

“You two gonna kill me, or what?” grunted Axton.

“Honestly? Haven’t decided yet. Make yourself useful, and who knows, maybe there’s a job for you at the Rhysie Pole. You definitely won’t be a free man ever again, though, that’s for sure. Now, as much as I want to stay and play, we should probably put some distance between us and the fire-bitch. Get dressed, kitten.”

“Back to Helios?” she asked, flicking her cigarette.

“Yep. Looks like we’ve got some work to do,” he said, cracking the leash over Axton’s back like a whip and cackling as the commando howled in pain.

[outcast-thingz]

That One Song

(I may change the title later)Hello my lovelies, I'm back with another song fic. I had a daydream while listening to this song and this is what happened😂😂

Pairing: atsumu x reader? Not really sure how to label this one

Summary: Girls night out! At least that was the plan. Just because your friends couldn't come didn't mean you couldn't go. A night of dancing and you catch someone's eyes. Next thing you know you meet his crew for the night. Who would have known dancing would get you into a little (harmless) trouble

Warnings: lyrics are a bit NSFW, it's a night club so the dancing isn't exactly clean either😂😂

       The dance floor called to you like a siren. Unfortunately, none of your gal-friends could come out tonight but that wasn't going to stop you from having a fun night. To ease their mind you texted them where you were whenever you changed locations. The current club you were in seems to have good music. You'd been on the dance floor for the past four songs without a break. The next song starts and nothing changes, you stay on the dance floor.

        Dum-pa-dum Dum-pa-dum The music wraps its sneaky strings around your limbs and body controlling you like a puppet. Dum-pa-dum dum-pa-dum left to right, left to right, your hips move to the beat. You allow yourself to be the music's little puppet as you get lost in the melody. Not much of the song passes when a feeling begins to tug at you. Your gaze follows the feeling. Amongst the crowd of people, a pair of honey-brown eyes stood out. The intensity held your eyes captive yet after a single blink they were gone; they had disappeared into the crowd. Soon enough you found yourself looking around to find the eye's owner. You accidentally back into somebody and quickly spin around to apologize.

       "He- eEeEEeeEy~ you're pretty cute." The man you bumped into seemed crossed at first but quickly softened when setting his eyes on you. The light shined against his yellowish blonde hair. His piercings were kind of intimidating.

"Hey blondy, get those hips moving we didn't come here to stand around. Oh. Why hello there~" a man with brown hair whines until he sees you. 

"I uh… I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You finally blurted. The two narrowed their eyes and smirks crept on their faces.

"You know, you could make it up to us" the blonde started,

"By dancing with all of us for a few songs." The brown hair man finished. 

"All of us?" You lifted a brow daringly. The brown one looks back over his shoulder to speak,

"Hey! Living sun, Kitty, what do you think?"

Bouncing over was an energetic, spikey, white and black-haired man. His golden eyes filled with the natural high of exercise.

"Hey, hey, hey. Sounds like fun to me Oikawa, I'm down for it," boisterous man cheered. "Kuroo, what do you think?" Yet another man appeared. This one had black hair and a mischievous vibe about him. Really they all have a mischievous vibe about them but he was more like a scheming kind of mischief. The new man quickly bopped all of them on their heads,

"You idiots, you going to scare her away and Astumu will be pissed at us. Let's not forget who's paying for our drinks tonight." He grins at you whilst pushing the other guys out of the way. He stretches his hand out to you,

"My name is Kuroo, please forgive my crew, Terushima, Oikawa, and Bokuto. You are extraordinarily cute but to us, you're  ~off limits~" he emphasizes while eyeing his friends who either roll their eyes or scoff. "We would be delighted if you would join us for at least this song." he kept his hand out until you gently shook it.

"Y-Y/n…" is all you could manage to say. 

       All of the confidence you had started your night with disappeared. Here you were in just about every girl's dream, surrounded by tall, attractive, and athletic-looking men. Yet you found yourself a stuttering mess. You took a step back as the song reaches a quiet part. A hand finds it's way to your shoulder gently holding it. You lift your head and meet those captivatingly intense eyes from before. It was impossible to look away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, princess. The names Astumu. We've been watching from afar for some time, you really have some moves. I'd like to see how you do with a partner, can you do that for us?" He spoke with a friendly tone but his eyes made it seem like he was commanding you. Who knew dancing was going to be the thing to get you in trouble. After catching your breath you are able you calm yourself enough to respond.

"Y/n, a pleasure to meet you Astumu. Let's hope your feet can keep up with mine~!" The tease that slipped from your mouth surprised everyone, including you. Even so, that was enough permission for them. 

       The song kicks back into high gear and the first man to take you hand was Terushima. He pulls you close to him and lifts one of your legs to his hips.

"Vamos, fiesta; I want you, señorita," He sings the lyrics as he leans back still keeping you close so you lean with him. Oikawa is next. Terushima lets you slip from his grip as Oikawa takes one of your hands and twirls you around. He dips you whilst continuing the lyrics,

"I'm gonna kiss all your body; Sharp breath, gripping the bed sheet."

Kuroo slips his hand underneath your back and lightly pushes you up till you're standing straight. He pulls you towards him keeping your back facing him. He wraps his arms around you. Then he crosses them so his right hand is holding your left and vise versa. The lyrics continue

"Baby girl, yeah, I'mma put it in; I can make your bed shake." Slips away and Bokuto fills his spot seamlessly. He leans you to the left while he leans to the right,

"I can be your sin." He now leans you to his right as he leans to the right,

"Your hands scratching against me." During both moves he kept his eyes locked on yours. Suddenly he twirls you off and it almost feels aimless until you're caught. A finger under your chin and a thumb resting just below your lip helps lift your head to once again meet Astumu's intense gaze. 

"One look," he quickly move his head beside one of your ears, "I know that you want me." Tingles run down your spine, the hair on the back of your neck raises, and your body tenses up as the last lyrics are whispered. 

       You are spun around again and pulled from Astumu by Terushima and Oikawa.

"Baby girl, won't you come my way?" Now you stood in the middle of a circle made up of the five men you are dancing with. 

"Tell me all the things; that you wanna say," the boys appear to be singing in unison and encouraging you to dance. You shrug and let the music once again slink his strings around you; you let it make you a puppet. The boys sway and watch as you entertain them. You honestly didn't mind since the whole point of coming out tonight was to dance; having an audience was just a bonus. 

"Baby girl can you say my name; show me all the ways; you can move that thing," as the lyrics end Astumu works his way up to you. He pulls you close wrapping one arm around your hips. The other hand takes hold of your closest hand. The two of you sway and rock to the slow part of the song.

"I don't wanna to take you nowhere; I don't wanna waste your time; Baby girl, would you come my way," he lifts your head again like earlier with the hand that held yours. "Baby girl would you come for me?" You can't help but giggle and thank the gods that the club lights were hiding the major blush on your face.

       You dance the rest of the song with the boys and hit the bar. That's where you learn Astumu called dib the moment the boys laid their eyes on you. After some more talking, flirting, and exchanging of numbers you all head home. You immediately tell your gal friends of tonight's adventure and remind them that they really should have gone. Feeling a bit jealous, the girls ask if you'd be willing to ask the boys to go out tomorrow night. You laugh and ask away. A unanimous response of yes came back. 

"I guess tomorrow I'm going your way aren't I? Astumu?" You hummed to yourself before landing on your bed and promptly passing out.

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