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Fallen: A Path to Redemption (Chapter 3) Alastor x Reader

"Solace, you say? Well, my dear fallen friend, in Hell, solace comes with a price."

“What kind?”

“How about... your soul, my dear.”

Word count: 5353

✿ Friends to Lovers ✿ Slow Burn ✿ Eventual Romance

✿ Drabble | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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As Charlie led you down the dimly lit corridor of the hotel, your nerves began to flutter in your chest like a trapped bird. While her offer of hospitality was undeniably kind, the prospect of leaving behind the familiarity of your own apartment in Hell filled you with a sense of unease you couldn't quite shake. After all, your apartment had been your sanctuary for longer than you cared to admit, a haven amidst the chaos of your day-to-day.

When you finally reached the door of the room designated for your stay, Charlie's infectious enthusiasm was impossible to ignore. Her bright smile was enough to momentarily ease your anxiety as she gestured for you to enter. "Here we are! I hope it's to your liking!"

Stepping over the threshold, however, disappointment washed over you like a wave crashing against the shore. The room was devoid of character, lacking the warmth and charm of your own living space. Despite Charlie's efforts to make it inviting, it fell short of your expectations.

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, Charlie," You began, your voice hesitant as you struggled to find the right words. "But I think I'd feel more comfortable in my own apartment. It's just... I'm accustomed to it, you know?"

Before Charlie could respond, Alastor, ever the showman, interjected with his trademark flair, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Nonsense! Allow me to remedy this situation." With a snap of his fingers, the room was transformed before your eyes, your own furniture materializing right in front of you. Your bed, dresser, bookcase—every piece of your beloved belongings stood before you, a perfect replica of your own apartment.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you surveyed the scene, overwhelmed by Alastor's unexpected gesture. "Alastor, you really didn't have to go to all this trouble," You managed to stammer, your gratitude mingled with a hint of embarrassment at the intrusion into your personal life.

But deep down, despite your protests, you couldn't deny the warmth that bloomed in your chest at the sight of your familiar surroundings. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about Alastor's willingness to make you feel at home in this unfamiliar environment. And for that, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude, even if it came with a tinge of embarrassment.

In true Alastor fashion, he waved off your protests with a casual flick of his hand and a wide grin. "Truly – No trouble at all, my dear!" he declared, his voice filled with cheerful reassurance.

Charlie looked torn, caught between wanting to respect your wishes and knowing that ultimately, you didn't have much say in the matter. After all, Alastor owned your soul, and you was bound to serve him regardless of your personal preferences. It was a reality you had grown accustomed to over the centuries, a reminder of the bargain you had struck with him long ago.

You sighed inwardly, realizing that there was little point in arguing. Alastor had signed you up for this, and as much as you resented the loss of autonomy, there was little you could do to change it now. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, having your own furniture in the hotel room was a small comfort, a reminder of the life you had built for yourself in Hell.

With a resigned nod, you turned to Charlie, mustering a small smile. "Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate your kindness," You said softly, accepting the situation for what it was. After all, in a place like Hell, it was the small acts of kindness that kept you going.

As Alastor exited the room with his characteristic flair, Charlie's warm demeanor enveloped you like a protective embrace. Her eyes sparkled with genuine interest and a hint of curiosity as she turned to you. "Let's get you settled in, shall we?" she suggested, her tone inviting and reassuring, offering a glimmer of comfort in the unfamiliar setting you have been put into.

Charlie’s smile was infectious, and you found yourself mirroring it, appreciative of her warmth amidst the uncertainty that surrounded you. With Charlie's help, you both delved into the task of unpacking your belongings, turning the hotel room into a semblance of familiarity. Side by side, you found that Charlie's warm presence offered a sense of comfort, her genuine curiosity evident in the way she eagerly engaged you in conversation. With each exchanged word, she sought to unravel the enigma of your connection to Alastor, her inquiries veiled in a delicate balance of curiosity and respect.

"So, how long have you been working for Alastor?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and sincerity.

You paused, considering how much to reveal. Charlie was kind-hearted and well-meaning, but you weren't sure how much she knew about Alastor's true nature. "Centuries," You replied cryptically, deciding to keep the details vague for now.

Charlie nodded understandingly, though you could tell she was curious for more information. "He's quite the character, isn't he?" she remarked with a chuckle, her eyes glancing towards the door through which Alastor had exited.

You couldn't help but laugh at her understatement. "That's one way to put it," You agreed, remembering the countless times Alastor had surprised you with his antics and enigmatic nature. "Alastor has a way of keeping things interesting, that's for sure."

Charlie's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in slightly, as if eager to hear more about your experiences with the Radio Demon. "Oh, do tell," she encouraged, her voice filled with genuine interest.

You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal about your complicated history with Alastor. "Well, let's just say he has a knack for surprises," You replied cryptically, deciding to keep the details vague for now.

Charlie nodded, though you could tell she was eager for more information. "I can only imagine," she remarked with a bit of a disappointed smile.

As you continued unpacking, you couldn't shake the feeling that Charlie was probing for more information about your relationship with Alastor. While you appreciated her curiosity, some secrets were best left buried, especially in Hell. Nonetheless, you were grateful for her friendly demeanor and genuine interest in getting to know you better.

As you both finished unpacking, Charlie glanced around the room with a satisfied smile. "There, all done," she announced cheerfully. "I hope you find everything to your liking."

You nodded appreciatively, though a small part of you still felt hesitant despite Charlie's warmth. Trusting others had always been a challenge for you, but in this moment, her genuine kindness made it a bit easier to let your guard down.

"Thank you, Charlie," You said sincerely, offering her a grateful smile. "I really appreciate your help."

Charlie returned your smile, her eyes twinkling with kindness. "Of course, anytime," she replied warmly. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

With that, Charlie bid you farewell, leaving you to settle into your new surroundings. As you unpacked the last few personal items, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Charlie's hospitality and the opportunity to start afresh again in Hell.

As you sat alone in the room, the events of the day replayed in your mind like scenes from a vivid dream. Alastor's sudden appearance and his effortless manipulation of your belongings had stirred up a storm of conflicting emotions within you. On one hand, you were grateful for his assistance, but on the other, You couldn't shake the feeling of being manipulated, of being at the mercy of forces beyond your control.

As you ponder these thoughts, a sense of vulnerability washes over you, leaving you feeling exposed and uncertain in this unfamiliar environment. The room, a sanctuary of familiarity a moment ago, now felt like a battleground of emotions, each conflicting feeling warring for dominance within you.

With a heavy sigh, you pushed aside the thoughts swirling in your mind, reminding yourself that in Hell, trust was a luxury few could afford. But deep down, a flicker of hope remained, a glimmer of possibility that perhaps, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was still room for genuine connection and kindness.

With another heavy sigh, you decided to retreat to the comforting embrace of the bed, its soft mattress offering a temporary reprieve from the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. As you lay there, staring up at the ceiling, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the day's events pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

The room was silent, save for the distant echoes of laughter and conversation drifting in from the corridors of the hotel. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast dancing shadows across the room, your eyes following them as they grew heavier by the second. As you lay there, the softness of the mattress beneath you beckoning you into its embrace, you felt the weight of the day begin to lift.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink into the warmth of the bed, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest matching the steady rhythm of your breath. In the silence of the room, the echoes of the day's events slowly began to fade, replaced by the gentle hum of tranquillity that enveloped you like a cocoon.

With each passing moment, the lines between wakefulness and slumber blurred, the edges of consciousness softening as sleep beckoned you into its embrace. And as the darkness of sleep swept over you, carrying you away on its gentle currents, you surrendered to its embrace, grateful for the respite it offered from the turmoil of the day.

The following morning arrived with a soft, golden glow seeping through the curtains, gently nudging you awake from the depths of slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you found yourself disoriented, the unfamiliar surroundings of the hotel room a stark contrast to the comfort of your own apartment.

With a groan, you shifted in the bed, the soft sheets clinging to your body as if reluctant to release you from their grasp. Glancing down, you grimaced at the realization that you had fallen asleep in the same clothes you had worn the day before. It was a small inconvenience, but it added to the disorientation of waking up in a new place.

Reluctantly, you pushed yourself upright, the mattress protesting softly beneath your weight as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you rose to your feet and made your way across the room toward the door that Charlie had pointed out as the bathroom.

Stepping inside, you took a moment to survey your surroundings. The bathroom was spacious, far larger than the cramped quarters of your own apartment. The pristine white tiles gleamed in the soft light, casting a warm glow over the room. A sense of luxury emanated from every corner, from the sleek countertops to the gleaming fixtures.

You began to peel off the clothes you had slept in, their fabric clinging uncomfortably to your skin. With each garment removed, you felt a sense of liberation, as if shedding the weight of the previous day's turmoil along with your clothing.

With a sigh of relief, you stepped into the spacious shower, allowing the warm water to cascade over your weary body. It was a welcome respite from the chaos of the previous day, a moment of tranquillity amidst the storm of uncertainty that surrounded you.

As the steam enveloped you in its comforting embrace, you couldn't help but luxuriate in the sensation of the water washing away the tension that had settled in your muscles. With each drop that fell, you felt yourself relax a little more, the knots of anxiety slowly unraveling beneath the gentle caress of the shower.

Taking your time, you reached for the shampoo and lathered it into your hair, massaging your scalp with slow, deliberate motions. The scent of lavender filled the air, soothing your frayed nerves and calming your racing thoughts. It was a small indulgence, but in that moment, it felt like a luxury you had been denied for far too long.

Next, you turned your attention to your body, allowing the soap to glide across your skin in long, sweeping motions. The gentle hum of the water provided a soothing backdrop as you washed away the grime of the previous day, reveling in the simple pleasure of cleanliness.

With your body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, you turned your attention to your wings, careful not to neglect them in your grooming routine. With practiced ease, you spread them wide, allowing the warm air of the shower to penetrate their delicate feathers. It was a sensation unlike any other, the soft flutter of the air against your wings sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

Stepping out of the shower, you reached for the plush towel hanging nearby, relishing the softness of the fabric against your skin. As you dried yourself off, you couldn't help but hum a small tune under your breath, the melody a testament to the newfound sense of peace that had settled within you.

Glancing around the bathroom, your eyes landed on the unfamiliar hair dryer sitting on the countertop. With a smile, you reached for it, grateful for the opportunity to dry off the last of the water from your hair and wings. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it felt like a gesture of welcome from the hotel itself, a silent acknowledgment of your presence in this strange and unfamiliar place.

With your face freshly washed and teeth brushed, you emerged from the bathroom, feeling rejuvenated and ready to face the day ahead. The room, once a temporary refuge, now felt more like home, its familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos that is your life.

As you perused the selection of clothes you had brought with you, your gaze settled on a crisp white button-up shirt, a pair of tailored dress pants, and a sleek black vest. It was a classic ensemble, one that never failed to make you feel confident and put together.

You paused momentarily as you reached for the binder that lay atop the dresser, its presence a constant reminder of the wings hidden beneath your clothing. With a sigh, you fastened the binder around your chest, the pressure a necessary discomfort to keep your wings concealed from prying eyes.

Over the years, your wings had gradually diminished in size, their once majestic span now reduced to mere remnants of their former glory. Perhaps it was the weight of your sins or the relentless torment of Hell that had caused them to wither away, but regardless of the reason, they served as a constant reminder of the life you had left behind.

Once your wings were securely bound, you slipped into the shirt, relishing the sensation of the smooth fabric against your skin. The sleeves were a perfect fit, the cuffs falling just right over your wrists. Next came the dress pants and vest, the familiar routine bringing a sense of normalcy to the morning ritual. With each garment donned, you felt a little more like yourself, the layers of clothing offering you comfort.

Finally, you sat down on the edge of the bed, the leather of your dress shoes gleaming in the soft light of the room. With a practiced hand, you laced up the shoes, the familiar motions soothing in their repetition.

You stood before the mirror, your reflection staring back at you with a mix of familiarity and uncertainty. With a small sigh, You smoothed down the fabric of your vest, adjusting the collar of your shirt. You couldn't help but indulge in a moment of vanity, spinning around in a small twirl for your own amusement.

As you came to a stop, your gaze drifted down to the watch on your wrist, its hands ticking steadily towards the start of another day in Hell.

7:50 am.

Yesterday, this would have been the time you’ll be bustling around the kitchen of your apartment, preparing a cup of coffee and a quick breakfast to fuel you for the day ahead. But here, in the unfamiliar surroundings of the Hotel, you were faced with the daunting task of reintroducing yourself to the kitchen.

The memory of last night brought a small smile to your lips, the warmth of camaraderie and laughter still lingering in your mind. Despite your initial discomfort, you couldn't deny that there was something undeniably comforting about being surrounded by such lively company.

Stepping out of your room, you descended the stairs to the first level of the hotel, the echoes of your footsteps reverberating through the empty corridor. Despite the grandeur of the Hotel, navigating its labyrinthine halls proved to be a challenge, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration as you found yourself turned around once again.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wandering, you stumbled upon the entrance to the kitchen, a wave of relief washing over you as you stepped inside. You set about your morning routine, the familiar tasks of making coffee and preparing breakfast grounding you in the present moment. You rummaged through the pantry in search of a loaf of bread, your fingers trailing over the shelves until you finally found what you were looking for.

But the toaster proved to be more elusive, hiding away in some forgotten corner of the kitchen. With a sigh, you embarked on a mission to locate the elusive appliance, determined not to let it thwart your efforts to enjoy a proper breakfast.

After what felt like an eternity of searching, you finally unearthed the toaster from its hiding spot behind a stack of pots and pans. As you wait for the coffee to finish brewing and the toast to brown, you let out a sigh of contentment, the tension of the morning melting away with each passing moment. It was a rare luxury to have no idea what the day had in store for you, to be free from the constraints of routine and obligation.

With your plate and mug in hand, you made your way to the dining room table, sinking into the chair with a sense of satisfaction. As you savor each bite of toast and sip of coffee, you lose track of time scrolling on your phone.

The tranquillity of the morning was shattered by a sudden crash that jolted you out of your mindless scrolling. With a sigh, you set down your mug and followed the sound, your curiosity piqued by the source of the disturbance.< /p>

As you rounded the corner, you found yourself face to face with Husk, his head slumped on the bar counter as he snored softly. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the sight of the sleeping demon, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the vulnerability of sleep. You couldn't help but marvel at the fact that the noise hadn't stirred him from his slumber.

But your amusement was short-lived as you noticed the broken glass scattered on the floor, evidence of the disturbance that had disrupted the quiet of the morning. With a sense of resignation, you retrieved a broom and dustpan from a nearby closet, intent on cleaning up the mess before it became a hazard.

Careful not to disturb Husk's slumber, you began to sweep up the shards of glass, the rhythmic swish of the broom against the floor a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of the moment. Halfway through the task, you were interrupted by the sound of Husk's grumbling voice, his eyes squinting as he blinked away the remnants of sleep.

"What the shit are you doin'?" he mumbled, his gaze shifting from you to the broom and dustpan in your hands, then to the broken glass on the floor.

Suppressing a laugh at his disheveled appearance, you offered him a sheepish smile. "Just cleaning up a little mess," You replied casually, gesturing to the broken bottle on the floor. "Didn't mean to wake you."

With a concerned furrow of your brow, you couldn't help but comment on Husk's less-than-ideal sleeping position. "Isn't it uncomfortable sleeping like that?" You questioned, your tone laced with genuine concern. "I have to admit, you look awful."

Husk's response was predictably nonchalant, a mere grunt escaping his lips as he half-heartedly acknowledged your remark. He leaned back from the bar to stretch, his movements sluggish and weighed down by the remnants of sleep. "Eh," was all he offered before rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a tired sigh. "At least you look like you slept well enough for the both of us."

"Well, that's what happens when you sleep in a bed," You retorted with a teasing smirk, emptying the glass into the bin behind the bar. "Obviously that habit isn't going anywhere soon?" You couldn't help but add, shooting him a judgmental glance as he reached for another bottle at the bar.

"Piece of advice, little lady," Husk began, his tone surprisingly serious as he pulled the bottle away from his lips. "The best way to beat a hangover is to keep drinking," he declared before taking another swig from the bottle, his eyes glinting mischievously.

The suggestion caused you to grimace involuntarily, shaking your head in disapproval. With a dismissive wave, you turned away from Husk and headed back to your coffee, only for it to be gone, much to your dismay.

You then notice Niffty running around, chasing what looks like a bug. “You shouldn’t leave such a mess behind, (Y/N)!” Amidst the chaos of Niffty's playful antics, her voice pierced through the lively atmosphere, chastising you for the mess you had left behind – your unfinished breakfast. Niffty's scolding only added to your frustration, her words a stark reminder of your oversight.

Taking a deep breath to quell the rising irritation, you pushed back the urge to snap in response. 'Stay calm,' you reminded yourself silently. 'It's not worth getting worked up over.'

With reluctant determination, you turned back toward the kitchen, hoping to rectify the situation with a fresh start. However, your hopes were swiftly dashed as you laid eyes on the coffee machine. The once-pristine appliance now bore the telltale signs of neglect, its surface marred by scattered coffee grounds and spilled espresso. The milk steamer, once gleaming, now appeared to be encrusted with dried milk, a testament to its recent use and subsequent neglect. And standing nearby, leaning casually against the counter, was Angel, his presence exuding an air of nonchalance.

"Morning, tots," he greeted you with a lackluster wave, his eyes lingering on you with a hint of judgment. The intensity of his scrutiny sent a ripple of self-consciousness through you, prompting an involuntary shift in your stance as you struggled to maintain your composure.

With a tense smile, you offered a tentative nod in response, your fingers twitching nervously at your sides. The weight of Angel's gaze felt heavy upon you, casting a shadow of doubt over your every move.

"Good morning, Angel," You replied, mustering a small wave of your own, attempting to mask the unease bubbling beneath the surface. 'Maybe he'll clean up after himself,' You thought optimistically, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in the back of your mind.

However, your hopes were swiftly dashed as Angel straightened up and sauntered out of the kitchen without a second glance. Disappointment washed over you, mingling with a growing sense of annoyance.

With a frustrated huff, you seized a cloth and set to work, methodically wiping down the counter and tackling the stubborn remnants of spilled coffee and dried milk. Each swipe of the cloth was fuelled by a mix of irritation and determination, a silent vow to restore order to the chaos that had unfolded in the kitchen.

As you meticulously cleaned every surface, a sense of satisfaction washed over you with each spotless section. Finally, with a small smile of accomplishment, you surveyed your handiwork, admiring the gleaming countertops and pristine coffee machine.

Clean. Orderly. Good.

As you reached for a new mug, the kitchen suddenly became a hive of activity as Charlie burst in, radiating her usual positivity, with Vaggie trailing behind, looking a bit groggy. Their contrasting energies collided in the space, momentarily overwhelming your senses.

"Morning, (Y/N)!" Charlie greeted you with her trademark bright smile, her movements fluid as she glided across the kitchen. Vaggie offered a nod in your direction, her expression reflecting her morning weariness.

Your spirits sank further as you watched Charlie effortlessly use the mugs labeled 'C' and 'V,' resigning yourself to the fact that your morning routine was once again being disrupted. With a sigh, you stood there with the mug in your hand, feeling a sense of defeat wash over you.

Vaggie, ever perceptive, caught onto your struggle, and without a word, she held out her hand for the mug. You hesitated for a moment before handing it over, managing a small smile at the gesture. Sometimes, it was the little victories that made all the difference.

Charlie's question about your sleep broke through your fog of exhaustion, her energy levels seemingly boundless even at this early hour. "How did you sleep?" she asked, her voice filled with a bit too much energy for your still-groggy morning state.

"Yeah, I slept well, thank you. What about the both of you?" You asked, trying to mask your slight discomfort with a polite tone. Conversing with others, especially so early in the morning, wasn't exactly your forte. After all, spending most of your time alone and communicating through a microphone had become your norm.

As the conversation unfolded, we found ourselves engaged in a pleasant exchange, standing around the kitchen with steaming mugs of coffee in hand. Each sip seemed to punctuate the pauses between our words, creating a rhythm of its own.

"So, any other jobs besides paperwork I should be thinking of?" You inquired, breaking the brief lull in conversation. You observed Charlie's lips parting to respond when suddenly, a static-like voice interrupted, slicing through the air with an unexpected intrusion.

"Well, well! What do we have here? Morning meetings?" Alastor's voice cut through the air with his usual flair as he entered the kitchen, his presence commanding attention. He looked just as polished as he did the day before, not a single hair out of place. You watched as Charlie began to respond, but you found yourself tuning out her words as your gaze lingered on Alastor. There was something about his demeanor that struck you as different today, something more serious and focused than usual. It left you wondering what had prompted this sudden change.

"Then I guess I better show her, hmm?" Alastor's voice snapped you back to the conversation, his piercing gaze meeting mine. You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention directed your way.

"Sorry, what now?" You asked, your tone slightly abrupt as you perked up at the mention of something concerning you.

"Showing you your office, my dear," Alastor clarified, bringing you up to speed with the conversation that had unfolded in your momentary distraction. 'Oh... OH! You get an office?! Neat!' You thought to yourself, a spark of excitement igniting within you at the prospect.

Placing your empty mug into the sink, you followed after the overlord, trailing behind him as your eyes scanned over his back. Despite the anticipation of seeing your new workspace, your thoughts couldn't help but wander back to Alastor's sudden change in demeanor. Where had he been all this time again? The question lingered in the back of your mind, a nagging curiosity that threatened to consume you if left unanswered.

Before you could muster the courage to speak, Alastor's attention was diverted elsewhere, and he began leading you through the hotel, guiding you to your small office space.

"This will be your domain, my dear," he explained, sweeping his hand around the room in a grand gesture. "I trust you to keep track of expenses and paperwork. It's not the most glamorous task, but it's essential for keeping the hotel running smoothly."

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. The idea of having your own office space was rather exciting. Back in your apartment, you had only ever used the dining room table for tasks like these. As you tried to settle into the idea of this new role, you couldn't shake the feeling of warmth and acceptance that surrounded you in the Hazbin Hotel. So far, you have been offered a room rent-free and now an office space to work in. Sure, there were a few minor hiccups, but overall, this was a nice change.

As you walked past Alastor and into the office to inspect the desk and chair, your eyes caught sight of a medium-sized box placed on your desk, adorned with a red bow. Alastor noticed the confusion evident in your furrowed brows as you studied the box.

"It's for you. A present from me – A way to give thanks for everything you did in my absences," Alastor declared, making a sweeping gesture toward you and the box. You shot him a puzzled look, wondering what he could possibly have gotten you as thanks. As you pondered this, you slid the box closer and began to unwrap it, lifting the lid with anticipation.

A gasp escaped your lips as you peered into the box. There, nestled within, was a beautiful Cathedral Radio (Atwater Kent Model 82 for reference). You traced your fingers along its edges, marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship. You had been trying to find one of these for years, but they were always out of your price range.

"Alastor – This is gorgeous," You began, intending to express your gratitude, but he cut you off before you could finish.

"Oh! Isn't it? Much better than that dreadful Voxtech radio you had in your apartment," Alastor remarked, inspecting his gloved fingers with an unmissable amount of sass.

Oh, bollocks.

You offered a strained smile as a wave of awkwardness churned in your stomach. The past drama between the TV demon and Alastor bubbled to the forefront of your mind, casting a shadow over the moment. "Well... These are really hard to find now, and not to mention expensive—"

"Which is why you need one, my dear! Nothing but the best for you, hmm?" Alastor interjected with a grin, leaning closer and placing a hand on the table. His proximity and smug expression made your heart flutter nervously. "You do like it, don't you?"

"Of course! I love it—"

"Splendid!" Alastor cut you off with a flourish, turning to leave with a self-satisfied air. As he headed for the door, you couldn't help but reach out a hand, calling after him. He paused, glancing back over his shoulder, and your eyes locked.

"Thank you. I really do love it," you said, your voice softening as you looked down at the radio. For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in Alastor's eyes—a hint of warmth perhaps, or genuine satisfaction. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his trademark grin.

"Of course. Anything for an old friend," Alastor replied with a nod, executing a gesture akin to a regal bow before departing through the door, disappearing from view. As he vanished from sight, the bubble of awkwardness in your lower belly seemed to swell, leaving you feeling unsettled. A quick flash of memory teased you, hinting at something you couldn't quite place—an emotion flickering in Alastor's eyes that didn't quite match his usual demeanor.

Shaking off the confusion, you resolved to focus on the task at hand: settling into your new role. Drawing on the years of guidance from Alastor, you set to work organizing the paperwork and expenses. Despite the lingering questions and unease, you were determined to prove yourself worthy of the responsibility he had bestowed upon you.

Anything for an old friend.

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Hey everyone! Once again, a massive thank you for all your comments and kudos. Your feedback means the world to me! Just a heads up, I've decided to post new chapters every Thursday from now on. I've recently started my Masters at university, so Thursdays work best for me. See you next Thursday! -Ivory

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my-corneroftheworld · 2 years ago

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Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,5k

Tags: Smut!!! (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, asphyxiation, war, violence, harsh language, the usage of y/n, Overstimulation, Edging, I dunno if it needs a dub-con tag but imma just leave it here just in case (consent is key guys), unprotected sex (wrap it before you plow it guys), afab reader

Ps. I hope you're thirsty cuz we got some spicy scenes coming up. Also, keep in mind this is my first smut ever so it won't be perfect. If you don't wanna read it you can skip it and read the next chapter with no issue. As usual, I accept any constructive criticisms in the comments and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as usual for all the support.

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Chapter 4

It’s been weeks since our last encounter. After concluding our agreement I started training with Namora and sometimes even with Attuma. I always found it easier to knock him off his feet compared to her. She was fast and agile and so was he but the size difference made him the easier target. My skills developed far more quickly than ever before with the intense training. Though I'd hate to admit it to Namora, constantly getting beat down by her must have forced my power to align with my intentions. She was a great but strict teacher and I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by her. Izel was present during most of my training hours, translating orders and feedback. Zyanya however usually left when it started, I don’t blame her, it was long hours and since her bump started showing, I have accepted that I might not see her after a few weeks. She has spoken to me and Izel about baby names but is still unsure what to choose. I’ve grown fond of her and Izel, I would even go as far as considering them as friends though I don't if they think the same of me.

The air was cold against my skin whiles I walked through the cave's interior. Occasionally I would stumble upon a guard and they would give me a knowing nod. This became a routine whenever I was plagued by thoughts and as a result, couldn't sleep. Everything came at night or at least I thought of it as night. Time seems to move differently here. Without clocks or the sun, I can never be sure how many days it's been. I miss the sun, the moon, the sand but I am glad I have the sea. I miss my friends and I miss Adeoye's concerned face. He would flip if he saw where I was and what I was doing. I wonder if they're looking for me or maybe they don't know that I'm missing. I hope that when the time comes I can save them.

After walking aimlessly for a while I found myself near his cabin. This wasn't my intention but I did want to see him. I wanted to ask about that night but I don't think it would be wise. What would I say? Why did you try to kiss me? Why did you stop? Even if we had kissed, what would that make me the woman who got kidnapped by a perceived god, trained to be his weapon and his side piece? It would be ridiculous to think he was interested in anything else but my power.

For all, I know this could be a manipulative tactic to keep me in line. A tactic that I am far too willing to fall for. I moved closer to the small abode; stopping at the entrance. I hesitated for a moment. I reached out and knocked on the wood near the curtain. There was no response. Nervously I gave a little "Hello?". Still no answer. I peeked past the curtain and found the cabin to be empty. I slowly walked in. Where is he? Maybe he only comes here from time to time. I guess this cabin is a bit too cozy for the ruler of Talokan. I looked over his desk and saw brown stacks of paper with some kind of writing on them. I really need to learn Yucatec Mayan. I'm sure Izel would tutor if I asked. I strolled around the room until I saw the bed and instinctively decided to sit on it. It felt so illegal, so wrong but I miss him. I just sat there looking at the room until I heard voices outside the cabin, out of panic I decided to hide underneath the bed. Not long after I saw two pairs of feet and realized it was Namora talking to him. From what I could make out from the tone of their voices they were discussing something important. Honestly, I couldn't care less because if any of them find me here I will never be able to live it down this is beyond embarrassing not to mention I'm trespassing. When Namora left the room, Ku'kulkan decided to sit by the table. I heard him sigh and then say:

"You can come out now"

A part of me didn't want to, I'd rather bury myself under this bed than face him like this but I knew that he would drag me out if I didn't, so I did. When I got up I was greeted by the man I was so desperate to see, sitting widespread with a cheeky smile on his face. He was making fun of me.

"I must admit I was surprised to find you here. I thought that a woman of science would be smarter than to enter a home uninvited."

"I didn't mean to. I just..." I stopped myself before I could admit it. My heartbeat quickened. This was a bad idea. He stood up from his chair and walked up to me. "You just what?" He looked at me with want for what, I did not know. I could feel his breath on my skin and smelled the dried saltwater on his. "I just...wanted to..." He moved his face toward mine etching ever so closely "what's wrong? Do make you nervous y/n?" I nodded fearing my voice would crack if I spoke. I moved back, stumbling on the bed as he followed. "Do you want me?" He asked. I suddenly felt like everything was too much. The room was too warm, the air too thick and he was too far away whiles simultaneously being too close. But I wanted him closer. "yes," I said in a whisper, and with that our lips met.

It was slow at first, we moved in sync with each other, and his hand began to touch my waist moving up to my chest and I his. But then he became hungry for more, he discarded my dress and started kissing my neck harshly. I could help but moan egging him he started making his way down past my chest to my already-soaked core. He parted my legs wide, seeing everything. It made me twitch with anticipation. He pushed my legs back onto my folding me slightly like a sandwich. He licked softly, slowly, and then began to increase the pace. His necklaces would graze past my thighs whiles he ate me out with precision and grace. It did not take long before I felt my orgasm approaching. I was a moaning mess wet mess beneath him and he made sure to keep eye contact which only increased the ecstasy of my experience. "I'm close" I whispered like a plea. "Don't stop"

He gave no indication that he heard nor cared for what I was saying and right when I was about to reach my peaked I realized why. He stopped and I almost cried at the sudden withdrawal. I looked at him with confusion and after a second he started his advancements again. And this became his procedure for the next hour. The ebb and flow of pleasure and denial. I was begging and crying for a release, saying I would do anything he wanted but he gave no response other than small sushes and "you can take it". I couldn't think of anything other than his tongue lapping and sucking my clit. The way his hand held my thighs up and gripped at my skin. All I knew was him and everything I worried about and everything I was didn't matter. In this moment all that mattered was him.

Suddenly he stopped and kissed my cheek before taking off his shorts and neckpieces. He moved back on top of me, kissing me as he aligned his tip before slowly pushing it in. The stretch was cathartic. My overstimulated core felt everything to the max. Like everything else, he started off slow before increasing to the most delicious pace. It did not take much for me to etch closer and closer to the edge hoping that he would let me cum. I said his name over and over again praying for him fuck me harder. The room was filled with the filthy sound of our skin slapping against each other as he granted my every wish. In my haze, I could see how my juices were all over his mouth and neck, I could see the sweat on his forehead making his hair adhere to his skin. I could hear the grunts and thinness of his breath and I knew he was close too. He pounded relentlessly as I felt the familiar electricity of my climax flush over me. He continued without missing a beat for a few moments more, leaving me crying from overstimulation, before he finished inside of me. He kissed me again between beaten breaths before I let my exhaustion take over.

#namor x y/n #tenoch huerta namor #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta smut #tenoch huerta x reader #kukulcan #ku'kulkhan mcu x reader #mcu namor #namor x you #namor smut #namor fanfiction

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halfmoth-halfman · 2 years ago

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y'all know what time it is! it's monthly fic rec time!!!

i decided to move this to the first so i wouldn't miss any fics that might be posted on the last day of each month!!

& a small, kinda sad update:

usually this is where i'd link to my fic-recs blog, but i hit the character limit on my filter page where i have my recs organized and when i made a new page it saved over the first one.

all of my filters and recs on that page are now gone and have to be manually re-done. you can still find my recs by scrolling through the blog, but the filter page is going to be under construction until i can get everything fixed and re-added!!

Alex Keller

❀ click click boom - @writeforfandoms

i don't see a lot of alex fics, so this was already a fav as soon as i saw it, but then i read it and ???? hello???? this was so good??? the characterization of alex alone was amazing, and the rest was like the cherry on top!!

❀ convallaria majalis - @nightingale-ghost-writer

19.2k words of absolute perfection. a fic i have been looking forward to and now that it's out, i just can't get enough of it! did i have to take breaks while reading so i could twirl my hair and kick my feet? yes. was it worth every second? yes.

Arthur Morgan

❀ the fire in your eyes || part VII: horseshoe overlook iii | part VIII: horseshoe overlook iv | part IX: horseshoe overlook v - @cowboydisaster

if there's one character i love more than anything in the world, it's arthur morgan and this series has only made my love for him that much stronger. so beautifully written, i couldn't stop reading-the whole time with a smile on my face. the entire bar scene in part vii??? i was crying with laughter. this is def one of my fav series i've ever read and i am on the edge of my seat waiting for more!

Carlos Oliveira

❀ the way we let it stay - @uselsshuman

this is a fair warning right now that most of the resident evil fics on this list are going to be from em. she has single-handedly ignited my hyperfixation for RE and all of her fics are incredible. including this one!

❀ old wounds new loves - @uselsshuman

i love little cute domestic fics, and carlos is so real for not liking cereal. “Waking up and eating a bowl of cold soggy food? No, thank you.” i feel that on such a spiritual level. also protective!carlos is just the best!!

Javier Peña

❀ arepas - @mvtthewmurdvck

i know i already went feral over this fic, but i'm going to do it again because i love this fic so goddamn much!! this fic is incredible, the way everything feels so natural between javi and reader, the teasing, the friends to lovers trope, everything about this is just so beautiful!!

❀ a broken sight - @mvtthewmurdvck

i don't understand how you can write a character so perfectly. i will never not be amazed by the way you write javi. and the angst??? ugh "He’s here. Like you needed him to be." don't mind the noise that's just me sobbing in the corner.

❀ the dreams we made - @mvtthewmurdvck

there's nothing like a good ol' helping of jo angst. this hurt in all the right ways, completely ripped my heart out and shattered it only to put all the pieces back together again and fill the cracks in with gold.

❀ nowhere to run || file room + accusations | sunshine yellow | a new day - @mvtthewmurdvck

the series that got me into narcos, i actually started watching the show just so i could read the perfection that is this series!! am i potentially spoiling things for myself a little bit? yes, but it's absolutely worth it because this series has me by the throat.

Joel Miller

❀ want. - @mvtthewmurdvck

literal poetry best described by this gif:

John "Soap" MacTavish

❀ none lacking sins - @halcyone-of-the-sea

listen, i like soap. he's not my fav, but he's a really good character. this fic though? it's moved soap up to my top five favorite characters. this made me want to read nothing but soap. i must've read this a dozen times, i was immediately sent into a soap hyperfixation. every aspect of this fic is just amazing. stunning. perfect.

❀ the hanging tree - @writeforfandoms

had me on the edge of my damn seat trying to figure out what was going. the worry and the tension built up so wonderfully i was dying to know what was about to happen and omg i was not disappointed. and the way jen writes soap is just *chef's kiss*

❀ i will wait - @mvtthewmurdvck

this fic had me realize how much i crave soft!soap and just fluff with soap in general. the tender moments warm my heart up something fierce and make me all giddy. like waking up to the perfect sunrise.

John Price

❀ puppy love || one | two | three | four - @writeforfandoms

puppies and price? what more could someone ask for? these two are so cute together and with the added cuteness of the puppies (and gaz lol) it's just an overload of cuteness in the best possible way!

❀ scratches in the surface - @halcyone-of-the-sea

was not expecting a part two to one of my favorite price fics, but damn if this wasn't a fantastic surprise. the angst is top-tier here and as much as it hurt, i couldn't stop reading and will probably read it again a million more times.

❀ neon medusa || part 1: static in the airways | part 2: warning signs - @yeyinde

CYBERPUNK!AU????? WITH PRICE????? WRITTEN BY YEYINDE???? SIGN ME TF UP!!! i am feral, consumed by how excited i am for this series and how utterly fantastic it's been so far. i will never get tired of lev's fics, and how gorgeous her writing is.

❀ untitled - @lunarvicar

okay this was adorable. the way price drops everything to get to her apartment, immediately ready to protect her is just sooo perfect. and her being freaked out by ghost adventures?? asdasljlsjd relatable.

❀ untitled - @yeyinde

i live for domestic bliss, and this fic just scratched that itch so well. there's something so comforting and homey about this fic, just the quiet intimacy between price and reader, the cute back and forth, this line: “Gaz said I looked like an Edwardian lord—” an absolute comfort fic if i've ever read one.

❀ comforts of home - @halcyone-of-the-sea

this fic had me weak, literally struggling to read cause i was too busy looking like this at my phone

❀ barking dog - @yeyinde

jealous!price is not something i see often, but damn if i don't want to see more of it after reading this. i am obsessed with the way lev writes price, how real and natural and captivating he is in her fics.

❀ wicked pyre - @yeyinde

you can't just give me dragon!price and expect me not to love it. i am so feral for monster!au's and this is saldkjaslda i can't be normal after reading this, i am feral, so enraptured by this fic and the entire concept of dragon!price.

❀ origami boats - @halcyone-of-the-sea

a sequel to the best price fic of all time???? say less. this fic was in my top three before i even started reading, i just knew it was going to be good. well, it wasn't just good, it was great. stunning. heart-breaking in a way that gives you the best kind of hurt.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

❀ high hopes - @writeforfandoms

gaz my sweet mans. as one of my favorite characters, i tend to be picky with my gaz fics, but this fic right here? loved it. adored it. read it six times with a bigger smile on my face each time.

❀ cult of vagabonds || prologue | landless gull | snail & thrush - @halcyone-of-the-sea

not only is this a gaz series, but it's one written by halcyone who can never write a bad fic. this is immaculate. i can't even describe how much i love this series so far and how much i can't wait to see where it goes!

❀ boom - @sleepiexx

ok but like this was so good?? the tension, the desperation, the way gaz was so ready to die with her. i'm shook. and that ending???? i’m giggling, i’m blushing, i’m re-reading this fic a million more times.

Leon Kennedy

❀ leon kennedy masterlist - @uselsshuman

i'm gonna be real here for a second, this entire section was 99% made up of em's leon fics. i couldn't choose which ones to add, which ones were my favorite, because i loved them all. so i'm just putting a link to her leon masterlist, because every single one of those fics deserves to be seen and read and given all of the love that they deserve.

❀ enough || one | two | three | final - @uhlunaro

i have one word for this series: wow. just wow. i have never been more thankful to find a series after it was already done because i would've gone crazy waiting to see what happened next! which part was my favorite? all of them. every single one. the hurt, the dialogue, just the way leon is written. i'm speechless.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

❀ exit row || exit row, part iii | exit row, part iv- @lunarvicar

the phrase "post-dick flashback" will live rent free in my head until the day i die, i was wheezing. i'm convinced there isn't a character nat can't make me love, because her portrayal of ghost here?? 🔥🔥🔥

❀ happiness || diamond ring | fearless | - @lethalchiralium

more of my favorite family man!simon series!!!!!! yesssss!!!!! i swear with every new addition, i just love this series more and more. i am so stressed reading it, but i love every second of it.

❀ the effect you have - @mvtthewmurdvck

screaming, crying, throwing up. how do you do it, jo? how do manage to make me hurt and heal my heart so beautifully in every single fic? how dare you, but also thank you so much.

❀ the captain || part 6 | part 7 | thunder - @as-is-above-so-below

omg i can't. y'all can't just keep giving a+ quality family man!ghost fics and expect me to be normal. you can't just give me cute shit like:

“Gaz frug.”

and not expect me to be like:

also, i am absolutely in love with freyja. the way her relationship is written with ghost and the kids is so lovely and has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair.

❀ ghost at the beginning of your relationship - @angelltheninth

cute. adorable. sweet. i love me some good fluff and even more so soft!ghost and this was the perfect combination of both of them! and simon having "guard dog energy" is so funny and so correct.

❀ ménage || refuge | resolution - @lilywastaken

my new go-to for simon fics. the relationship between simon and reader and between simon and the 141 are both so great. and oh my god that wild ride of emotions i went during part five had me stressed tf out i couldn't stop reading! such a great and fun series.

❀ making progress - @constantcrisis19

"dragged into the CoD fandom kicking and screaming" and still delivering an absolutely amazing fic. the teasing, the small talk, the faint smile?? incredible. the entire conversation about powerful music?? fantastic.

#moth fic recs #fave fics #monthly fic recs

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whorrorgrl · 1 year ago

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What I Watched in June

So, this month really wasn't horror heavy. I had a lot of shit to do work-wise and when I did have time of leisure they were mostly filled with non-horror content. Currently I'm stuck on American Housewife (2016) and just finished The Bear (2022); even finished Pretty Smart (2021) and still looking for colorful, corny, laugh-track filled sitcoms that'll give me the impression that my life isn't completely dull at the moment. Any recommendations?

I recently watched a PossessedbyHorror video and realized the many 2000's horror I missed. Felt completely disgusted with myself and made a list I plan to whizz through for the month of July. Sadly soap2day got shut down because people still frown on gatekeeping, so I have to find another way to watch my movies. Any recommendations? They have to be legal! *wink, wink.*

Anyway since it's the summer I want to watch as many camp-related, cabin booking, road trip taking movies I can get my hands on while I die in this German heat. I've overlooked a lot of underrated gems, and hopefully I can make a post about the for those who want some inspiration for the summer.

Anyway, this is what I watched in the month of June.

Night Teeth (2023)

Benny is a college student that moonlights as a chauffeur under his brother's name to make some extra money. He picks up two mysterious women for a night of party-hopping around LA. Seems easy enough. However, he uncovers a dark underworld filled with blood, death, and generations-old rivalry. He has to fight to stay alive before daybreak.

I actually watched this one in May, but I limit my posts to only ten movies and shows since I can only post ten pictures a post, but whatever. June entry.

I'm really glad to see Debby Ryan employed after the god-awful Insatiable (Lauren Gussis, 2018). Something always annoyed me about her that I couldn't put my finger on. It might be that no matter how hard I try, I always see her as that annoying babysitter of that rich family with multiracial kids running around a penthouse with a random lizard. I try to separate the art from the artist, I do. She was pretty good in this movie as the soft-hearted Blaire, a vampire turned in the 70's by Zoe (played by Lucy Fry). Alfie Allen is once again playing some backstabbing asshole, only he goes by Victor this time. The entire movie is politics between humans and vampires when a treaty-like understanding between the races is disrupted. Because of his relation to his brother, Benny is in the middle of it all. I liked the story of vampires and humans - Ryan's narration is perfect for it; she has such a nice voice. The world-building was fine. All the characters are nice. It's a fun movie to watch. Seeing Megan Fox and Sydney Sweeney was a decent treat; it reminds me of all the years we missed to see Fox be the ultimate horror girl so I get a little sad. Fry just has that look of playing some supernatural creature, which is why I guess she's type-casted in movies like Bright (David Ayer, 2017) and Vampire Academy (Mark Waters, 2014). I'd recommend as a drunken, fun watch with some friends. Nothing to write home about. 6/10

2. The Pope's Exorcist (2023)

Starring 2020 Unhinged's Russell Crowe, The Pope's Exorcist is inspired by the real life Gabriele Armorth, an Italian priest, who partook in 100,000 exorcism in his lifetime. Crowe depicts Armorth in the late 1980's who investigates a possession of a young boy in Spain, revealing centuries old conspiracies hidden by the Vatican.

This isn't a classic, but it feels like one. Some of the imagery are inspired by 1973's The Exorcist. It had a solid story, horrific scenes, and a good-enough child actor to play the possessed. It reminds me of what The Nun (Corin Hardy, 2018) could've been. Considering this Italian priest Armorth is a real living being with endless documentations of his exorcisms, this could be a start of a new Ed and Lorraine-like franchise like The Conjuring. I no longer have cable and I live in Europe for the time being, so I'm not sure how this movie's being received in the states. I hope it's well. If the following movies are as good as this one, then I'll keep it on my radar. I liked Russell Crowe in this movie. I know him from Unhinged and thought he was John Goodman in 10 Cloverfield, but he's not, so..

I'd highly recommend this movie for anyone that wants that Conjuring feel. It's not a throwaway exorcist movie. You can tell the storyline was probably thought of for more than a session between coffee breaks. 8/10.

3. The Birds (1963)

Directed by Alfred Hitchcock, Melanie, a rich socialist follows Mitch, a lawyer, to his weekend home in Bodega Bay to play a practical joke on him. Things take a bizarre turn when the birds of the area begin to attack the people.

This is an actual classic and one of Hitchcock’s revered works next to Psycho (1960), which I did watch, and Vertigo (1958). It’s also known for its brutality against actress Tippi Hedren, who plays Melanie Daniels, by the director himself. Melanie is a socialite with nothing better to do than to stalk a man she had an encounter with over the weekend to continue a pun. The movie’s theme from the get-go is birds. Melanie meets Mitch in a bird shop where she impersonates a worker. Mitch knows who she is but plays along as she embarrassingly looks for a species of birds she doesn’t know - or any, for that matter. He leaves and she uses her father’s connection in some position to find out where he lives.

Older movies like this do not give a damn about logistics or how much a character gets away with. It’s very manic pixie but with cigarette holders and 50's transition soundtracks. Everyone and their actions feel like a fever dream, like I’m witnessing another dimension interact in ways that are similar to mine but not quite. How do they say and do these things?

But Melanie is charming and beautiful, so maybe that’s why she’s able to run around town being ridiculous. I can see why it’s well loved. Will I watch it again? Probably not. I think I’d need nostalgia to find this rewatchable and I’m three generations too late to the party. It’s good for a one and done just to say you did, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. I loved the banter between Mitch and Melanie. I liked the ending where a traumatized Melanie clutches onto the once abrasive Lydia Brenner who found it hard to like any of her son's love interest. It brings you back to the beginning of the movie when Melanie says, “Doesn’t she know she gets a daughter?” Something like that. Sometimes I wonder what kind of charm, what kind of placement, a man can have to influence one woman to move from the big city to a seaport to be a teacher and have another not rush back home at the first sign of a bird attack. Venusian for sure.

Overall, I give it a good 7/10. Pretty standard for me.

4. iZombie (2015)

Up and coming cardiologist Olivia "Liv" Moore's life is changed when she's turned into a zombie in a massacre. Now undead, she takes on a job at the morgue to get access to brains, only to find out that she's triggered by the memories of their brains. With this knowledge, she helps Clive Babeneaux, ostracized detective, solve crimes.

I've technically been lying on all these "What I watch..." lists because iZombie should be on them all, including the ones I didn't get to do. Do you know how many times I've rewatched this show? Countless. Every time I do, there's always something new to discover. I am a whore for a good murder of the week/monster of the week, etc. It's exciting and fun, which is why I like Supernatural or Ghost Whisperer. Sure, there's a canonical B plot that happens, but the A plot changing every episode allows you to not get tired of the show. Unlike many shows now-a-days, iZombie doesn't spoon feed you information. It treats its viewers respectfully by not insulting your intelligence. There are always high stakes, the acting is phenomenal, and they don't waste your time. In the later seasons, they become more creative with each episode, dabbling in different types of storytelling. I can't gush about this show enough - I know for a fact I will be making a long, nauseatingly drawn out post on iZombie. Not to mention it has one of the best villain I've watched. They aren't afraid to be ugly, and you don't realize it because it's the kind of show that goes down smoothly. But when you really stop to think about all the topics covered, it's gruesome. The tongue in cheek jokes, the beautifully fleshed out characters, the thick chemistry between the characters - ugh everything.

Almost.

One issue I had with this show was its ending. During its last season, CW had a couple shows that were "big dogs." Legacies, The 100, Jane the Virgin, etc., so iZombie that wasn't ranking in as many views and writers seem to have wanted to wrap it up to clear for space. You could steadily feel the decline in attraction when it came to certain plots that I skip on my countless rewatches. The ending just seemed...there. It was a happy one, sure, but happened off screen and felt like the climax wasn't big enough for the final payoff. It's kind of like building up an entire seven seasons of white walkers and the impending war against them, only for then said war to entail unearned final blows and zero investments when it came to lighting. IYKYK.

I don't know how to better explain it. If you watched it, you know. If you're going to, you'll see. It just felt as if CW was just hurrying up to end the show so that they could free up some time slots. Other than that, 9/10.

5. The Boogeyman (2023)

Directed by Rob Savage, who also did Dashcam (2021) and Host (2020), The Boogeyman follows the Harper family who are still reeling from the recent death of the mother. Sadie and her younger sister Sawyer are alone in their grief, as their father refuses to acknowledge his own pain. He's a therapist who runs his business out of his home. When an troubled, unscheduled patient shows up, he brings with him something dark and dangerous.

I'm so surprised. This was actually good. I went in blind, no trailer viewing, but the name alone already puts thoughts in your head that this might be one of those throw-away movies running off of a fad. Polaroid (Lars Klevberg, 2019), Slenderman (Sylvain White, 2018), Truth or Dare (Jeff Wadlow, 2018), etc. Movies that weed out of a childhood game, folklore, trend, electronic, etc. They're usually decent, nothing that warrants any awards; just fun to watch. Despite the name, The Boogeyman is more than meets the eye. I liked what they did with the use of lighting: fridges, game plays, Christmas lights, a moon ball, the light in the therapist's office. The 'lore of the creature is okay, the horror elements are nice, the camera angles fun and familiar. It'll always confuse me how therapists run their practice out of their home, especially if they have kids. It's similar to Smile (Parker Finn, 2022) to where the entity feeds on the broken and latches on. The creature reveal was also good too and unique, especially that one face grabbing scene. The hint of ghostly entity was a cute addition. I'd recommend giving it a try. They say boogeyman, like, once so you're still grounded in the world without it feeling so cartoonish. 8/10

6. Terrifier (2016)

This slasher film was written and directed by Damien Leone. The movie features sisters Tara and Victoria and friend Dawn who are targeted by a serial killing clown known as "Art the Clown" on Halloween night. The girls try to outrun the mysterious clown who seem to not back down.

So, the second movie was a big deal on my dashboard, timeline, and home page across my social medias. I'm not familiar with anything Leone, but I wanted to watch it to see what all the fuss was about before beginning the second movie. Admittedly, I fell asleep halfway through - but I finished it later on. Some scenes seemed familiar, and I wondered if I'd watched it before, but I doubt it. Aside from the acting, it was pretty decent. Not as amazing as I thought it would be but still decent. I'm not sure what that creature is, but I knew he was unbeatable. There's like two more movies after, so I figured as much. The characters were ridiculous in the choices they made, the deaths were camp (which mean it's just a socially acceptable bad) and the setting was okay. That one lady with the "baby" was a conflicting inclusion, but I still overall liked it. Would I rewatch it again? Maybe not. 6/10.

7. Evil Dead Rise (2023)

Directed by Lee Cronin, this is the fifth installment of the Evil Dead series. Two estranged sisters meet up on a night that all goes wrong. When the children discover a buried book under the slabs of their apartment, it awakens an ancient creature that will wreck havoc on their night.

This was the star of my month. I wanted to watch it the minute it came out, but waited for my boyfriend to visit to start it a month later. I'm not sure why, but this month was very tiring for me and I also slept through half of the movie and had to rewatch it at a later time. The anticipation around it was big, as far as I saw. The opening sequence of the girl rising out of the water in the title sequence was amazing. However....everything else felt lackluster.

The 2013 remake was my introduction to the franchise. I have yet to watch the 1981 or the following movies in '87 and '92. However, the 2013 one was an experience. After going through everything the main character endured in that damn cabin, you, too, just like her, left that movie exhausted. The bathroom scene, the brother scene, the raining blood where everything on that set was red and grimy. That demon did not care what it said; it was going to get a rise out of you. You heard the most vile, deplorable things come out of that girl's mouth and it left a horrific effect on you as a viewer. It was so good. I expected that from 2023's. But they played it so safe. There's this one scene of the eldest daughter chewing on glass and the ridiculous line of "I gotta kill the creepy-crawlies that got inside my tummy."

Okay?

"Open this door like you open your legs, you group slut." A little better, but nothing's topping, "Why don't you come down here, so I can suck your cock, pretty boy."

I just felt like they could've been mean with it. I liked 2013 because of how much of a potty mouth that damn demon was, sent straight from the deepest bowels of hell. This one just didn't do it for me. However, Alyssa Sutherland's cheekbones? That has to earn some points. 7/10

8. Mirrors (2008)

Starring Kierfer Sutherland, surprisingly Paula Patton and even the late Cameron Boyce, Mirrors is a supernatural horror film about Ben, recently suspended detective, who takes on a job as a nightly security guard overseeing a gutted department store after the recent disappearance of the previous guard.

Is this some underrated gem? No. I liked it though, especially the ending. They scored big points on the ending alone. I'm not a pessimist, but I do love an ending where the entity wins. Spoiler. Paula Patton was a surprising actress for me since I'm not really big on her acting. She was decent in this movie, but still an odd surprise. I don't know, it's just something about her face and her reaction to things.

This deals with an alcoholic main character, so there's a plot of him being an unreliable character when he tries to prove the supernatural happenings to his wife, who he has a rocky relationship with already. This plot line always stresses me out; Woman in the Window (the book) made me sad for her.

Honestly, I'll never understand white people in movies. I'm surprised there aren't riots about stereotypes of white people's idiotic curiosity in movies. Why Ben went into that building in the first place is beyond you or my's understanding. Why he touched that mirror in the first place is another. Most of the issues these characters have in all these movies could be chalked up to their curiosity. Not minding their business. But I'm partially grateful for that curiosity anyhow because it moves the plot forward. Just could never be me. The fact that he convinced Anna to go back to that place just to save a bunch of people she did not know? Bizarre. Granted, she didn't have much choice with a gun to her head, but it pissed me off completely because, dude, who told you to explore a destroyed building and go touching shit?

Would I rewatch this again? Probably not. I honestly just watched it because it was on my boyfriend's external hard drive and we'd just finished Evil Dead Rise. It was decent enough but, eh. 6/10

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moonyslove78 · 9 months ago

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KATIE!! OMG!!

I can hardly contain myself!! When you mentioned that you had wrote 5 pages in Google Docs and you had a good start on this chapter, I didn't know how to react! My favs were back in action!

And I know I've been telling you already how damn much I loved this but it's never official for me until I ramble on and on to Tumblr about it! So here's where that comes in. Also, I'm sorry for my child's need for the laptop every single time I had the chance to type this up, so am I doing this review now instead of doing my dishes, like I should be? Yes. Do I have any regrets? ZERO! So HOOOOWWWWLS it goesssss...

(Sorry, that was super corny... 😂👀)

🐺🏹SPOILERS FOR CLM - CH5 PT1 UNDER THE CUT🏹🐺

First off, I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but idc... the amount of pride you should have in your ability to scene build is outrageous. You have literally, in the brief first 2-3 paragraphs, have transported me from my living room to the cozy brown cabin in the middle of the woods. I could fucking smell the pine, Katie! Not many I know can do this... but you do it with ease and perfection. And because of that, I could easily get sucked into anything you write... Peter Parker related, or not. 👏🏽❤️

To explain just how thankful I am that you're back and writing again, I'm gonna quote the great @liz-allyn's reblog... because I couldn't have said it any better than this. Cause it really is such a gift to have the privilege to read your work.

Aylin's little conversation where she was trying to justify her NOT being in a discriminatory cult, only to realize by her own words that that may just be what she is involved in, was such a perfect set up for the rest of this chapter. The moment she started thinking just like they'd want her to (EG: "He's a stupid, low life, disgusting werewolf." -- "Who's been nothing but kind and graceful despite her attitude towards him.")

It sets the tone for how things are going to look from here on out and how things are going to unfold.

You already got my live reaction to meeting Kedi, to which I would've never known what the name meant had you not mentioned it! And to me it makes Aylin seem even more creative than I'd originally thought!

But this part had me cracking up because it's so relatable! Star was literally doing zoomies while I was trying to fold clothes earlier and when I went to hang dry a few shirts, she decided that was the best time to climb under the upside-down laundry basket (somehow? I still say she's magic✨). And the look on her face when I removed said laundry basket so I could continue to use it was as if she was saying 'how dare you!' So needless to say, they will put themselves in the strangest of places just for the attention it gets. 🥰😂

First, I love how Aylin's got this chaotic plan of hers and is packing for a weekend stay with Peter... It's like the polar opposite of what we would've expected from her at the beginning of this story.

And second, I can't say I didn't find some irony in the werewolf's company being of the feline species 😂 But also, aweeee!!! Because how freaking adorable would it be to see Peter cuddling Kedi on the hammock while they napped together?!?!?! 🥺

I died at this little scene depiction! 😂😂 I could just see this black kitty cat running out from under a patio chair to swipe a paw at this big ass black bear who's trying to enjoy his lunch... and Kedi just glaring at him for trying to steal his food. Then the tone got super tense when I realized this wasn't that kinda scene when Kedi stayed hidden. That could only mean one of three things.

YUP! I just got nauseous myself! 🤢 This man is something else entirely when it comes to creep factor. And add in an extra side of intimidation. He thrives on it, gets off on it, he wants to make sure anyone and everyone is fearful of him and whatever his next move is. That's a cult leader, if I've ever heard of one. He may put some of the others to shame.

(side note: I mean that in no disrespect to victims of those cult leaders, I'm just saying... Katie's ability to build a character as sinister as Sergei is absolutely mind blowing. His canon character is already menacing in his own right, but this version brings a whole new meaning of the word -devious-)

I'll give Aylin mad props here for choosing the 'I got sick from undercooked meat.' excuse here. I'd have probably froze up in this instance and not known what to say or do to talk my way out of it.

But it goes to show how disgustingly manipulative Sergei really is. Feigning his 'concern' for her well-being, while at the same time using the guilt of the worry, she'd put her mom through, by not returning home like she'd should have. (by his standards of the rules) Only to try and use his intimidation factor to his advantage, to try to get her to confess her way into something. This is also where I started noticing a fairly uncomfortable, but none too surprising, pattern with him when it comes to Aylin... and it makes want to skin something off him... and it's not gonna be a werewolf pelt, that's for sure... 😠

EWW! The 'safety baiting' and essential gas lighting! 😒 He makes me wanna reach through the screen and strangle him. But I'm glad Aylin is seeing the truth behind his lies. It's disturbing the amount of extremely intentional grooming he's doing when it involves Aylin. And I cannot wait till Peter gets a load of how Sergei is with her... I feel protective werewolf vibes? 👀🙏🏼

Again with the descriptions! I'm just fucking blown away by your ability to set the tone and atmosphere of a scene so clearly. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

And ugh... it's her... 😒 If there's another person I hate as much as I do her significant other, it's Cal. (And Kateri, but that's a rant for another time) I can't seem to figure out who is worse when it comes to the Kravinoff's. So I will choose to hate them both just as much. Equality.

They really are the perfect couple. Both equally as atrocious as the other. I definitely sense some sort of jealousy stemming from Kraven's unwanted attention towards Aylin emanating from Calypso. You can absolutely guess that this is probably a topic brought up behind closed doors (not that anyone necessarily WANTS to know what's going on behind their closed doors). And he's totally giving Fatal Possession vibes here with his 'important guests tea'. 👀😣

When I say, I gasped! 😱😨

I was literally like "oh fuck no! no! nonononono!!"

I really thought for sure he'd found out something MORE about Peter. Not that this wasn't bad enough... but I was ready to hear him say he had him chained up somewhere in some dungeon torturing him or something! 😩

But much to my surprise, it was because of something a little more relatable... and something I probably should think about before doing so too, before I tell my cat about my incessant obsession with a certain web shooting super hero and someone hears me that shouldn't. 👀😂

I really wanted to punch him in the face at this point... 😡 First of all the 'boyfriend' part should be none of his business, especially if he's looking at it in the way he's making it seem. Ugh! God he gives me the creeps... And I know that I haven't even scratched the surface on how badly I'll hate him by the end of this. But like, that's your dead best friend's daughter. You watched her grow up practically. If anything, he should be looking at her as a daughter of his own. Not like he's some star crossed jealous lover who isn't getting his way, so he's gotta make a scene about it! 😒 And then he has the nerve to bring up the Leah situation... when he obviously knows he's touching on a sore spot by bringing her up. Mainly because he knows HE was the reason it was a sore spot to begin with.

And with the fact that he mentions Calypso is bi just makes the 'grooming' vibes even more prominent. It's almost as if he's giving her this info in hopes (for lack of a better term, considering I don't think this monster has hoped for anything in his entire life, he probably just takes whatever he wants, damned the consequences or effects it has on others... 👀😩) that Aylin will somehow fall into his trap and he can have the both of them at the same time.

👀🥰 I think this just makes it even more obvious that Aylin is slowly (but surely) developing feelings for our beloved werewolf. Whether she realizes it now or not, these aren't just friendly feelings... And I am totally enjoying the fact that she's being protective over him, even if she thinks it's just in a friendly manner. 😍

YES!👏🏽🙌🏽 Hallelujah! She's finally seeing the truth for herself! I was hoping it wouldn't take much longer before she realized that this was not normal by a long shot. Even for a group that hunts Lycans... This was sick and twisted. This was unhealthy for everyone involved. If the suspicious behavior towards her alone on Kraven and Calypso's parts weren't enough to show it, at least the fact that they'd shown the other signs of it being 'cult like' (aka A CULT!!) made her realize that Peter was for sure on to something. I know it usually takes an outsider's prospective to make the victim's see those unhealthy patterns, so thankfully Peter hadn't held his tongue about the vibes he was getting from them, because who knows how long Aylin would've dealt with these conditions before it actually started to hit her. Or would it have hit her ever? And if it did, would it have been too late by that time? Luckily, we don't have to wonder about that because Peter planted that seed in her brain, it just needed a little rain water and some sunlight to sprout into a full on realization.

Nope! NOPE NOPE NOPE!!! RUN AYLIN! GTFO AND RUN! NOW!! 😩😣

Now see, Aylin, here's what were not gonna do... We're not gonna blame yourself, the victim, here! We're just gonna be strong and figure out a way out of here and back to Peter... he can help you... the two of you can help each other... we're also NOT going to DRINK THAT FUCKING TEA!!!! 😱😨 Also, 😭🥺 'Lycans' and not 'Werewolves' made me super duper smiley for some reason. Like she was finally accepting that they weren't always the bad guys in this case.

I could quite literally feel Aylin's skin crawling during this whole display. It's definitely been obvious how overly public these two are when it comes to 'affection' or just outright sexual acts. But I feel like it's probably a tad bit different for Aylin when those previous times have been in the company of others in the community. But this is more of a personal type of setting. Where it's literally just the three of them there and she really has no choice in the matter but to be forced to watch Sergei fondle Cal.

It also goes to show that a person's character definitely effects how others view their attractiveness. Because, and I could be completely wrong here, I feel like this Kraven kinda would have that rugged hard ass hotness about him. But his personality makes him disgusting to even think about and the same goes for Calypso. Badass bitch, who's strong and probably built very well. But her completely hideous personality makes her just as disgusting, in my eyes, as Kraven. So I feel like this scene, if involving 2 different of people, would've had a much different reaction from the audience. These two just make it unappealing. 😩 But also, I'm totally here for the sick and twisted...soo bring it on! 👀😂

Exactly!! They're so twisted and devious! And I absolutely love to hate them for it! For these reasons in particular, as well as many MANY others!

I wanted to grab the damn cup from her the moment Calypso sat it down! It's always the most delicious smelling drinks that are the most lethal it seems! 😣 So the entire time she kept nervously drinking, I was yelling "STOP IT, DAMN IT! DON'T DRINK ANYMORE!!" And now she finally notices that she's the only one touching the stuff... 😩🤦🏼‍♀️ Oh Aylin...

😩😩😩

Noooooo! I do not think you'll be fine, Aylin... Well, hopefully you will be eventually... but right now, it's not looking too promising.

Ummmm... no... nothing ever good comes from something you've gotta hide behind a bookcase! ...Unless it's a sex dungeon, and even then, in this case that'd be a hard pass for me. 😣😨

Ughhhh!!! Not the copper smell! 😭😱 This is definitely not gonna be 'fine'! I just really hope and pray that they didn't drug her to the point that they have her giving up Peter's whereabouts! 😨 He's already been through enough with Kateri... lord knows what would happen if Kraven or Calypso were to get ahold of him... 😣 And then he'd think that Aylin gave him up willingly! Nooo... my heart can't handle it!

Katie! Omg... I'm, once again, entranced and sooooo ready for part 2!

I'm most definitely scared shitless, but I also need it in the worst possible way! 😩👀 The possibilities are practically endless as to what these two twats have planned, and I am also thinking of all the possibilities that could happen as a direct consequence to that plan! So like, I just need to know!

But I will be very patient and wait for the quality that you manage every single time. Just don't be surprised if I'm messaging you everyday, 30 times a day, ranting about how much I love you and your amazing brain! Cause its literally untouchable!

I can always count on you to write anything that just blows me away and transports me to a place I didn't even know I wanted to be! 👏🏽🙌🏽

But that's probably enough of my rambling to last you a couple years 😂 I just can't help it! So, I'll just end it with telling you how much I adore you and that I'll be patiently waiting for the next update! 💖💓

(I know this random Peter gif is probably not a great 'sign off' type of GIF 😂 but he's so fucking hot and I wanted to watch him breathing heavily for a few moments... 😳😳)

CREATURE LIKE ME || CHAPTER FIVE (part one): YOU'RE IN A CULT

[TASM Peter Parker!Werewolf AU]

Story Summary: Kraven and his guild of hunters have been tracking and quelling the werewolf population for centuries. The time has come for Aylin to complete her first solo hunt to prove herself to the guild. It was supposed to be simple. One wolf, one death, one victory. She never expected to end up with a secret hostage on her hands.

Chapter Five Warnings (spoilers): mild sexual exhibitionism (fondling an exposed breast) in front of an unwilling person, being unknowingly drugged

[link to chapter index]

The familiar scent of pine soothed her worried soul as she stepped through the threshold of her home.

Their little, brown cabin, with its sturdy fireplace of stacked, gray stones, and pine needle covered roof gave off the illusion of a safe haven. She might be back in her guild’s territory but this was her house. Her home. Here, she could find respite.

It was quiet as she stood in her cozy living room. Everything was still. By mid day, her mother would have been in the communal kitchen preparing meals for anyone who might want to stop by for a free lunch. Their guild supported their members and made sure no one would ever go hungry. They functioned as a bunch of tiny parts all moving in unison to form a single, powerful behemoth. They worked on the bartering system and the good will of their neighbors. If something was taken, something else would always need to be given.

Mrs. Harkner, down the road, gave her time to teach the children academics, in return, the children would pick the crops from her garden so her focus could be spent on lesson planning. Mr. Jacobson, at the other end of town, couldn’t aim a gun to save his life, but was an expert in construction and could fix any housing issue that arose. In return, the hunters would make sure he was always provided with fresh game and a well stocked freezer. Eight year old Christopher Lennings would sell freshly made apple juice from the apple tree in his front yard every Saturday morning and all it would cost was the coolest looking rock you could find. Everyone had a job and everyone was taken care of.

As long as they followed the rules.

Aylin had formulated a plan during her five mile hike back home. She knew she would have the house to herself at this time. If she could quickly pack her car full of gear, staying out of sight, then she could head back to Peter for the next few days. During that time, she would get every bit of information she could about Kat’s pack. When she finally returned back to the guild, she could trade that information as an apology for not completing her ritual to become a full time hunter. Trading was how their guild functioned. Information could be traded for a lighter sentencing. Sergei would be more focused on taking action against an entire pack than dealing out punishments for her defiance. She could right all the wrongs before the situation got too out of hand.

It wasn’t a perfect plan but it would have to do.

The old floorboards creaked under foot to alert the only available member of the household to her presence. Her large, sleek black cat lazily rose his head off the sofa to see who dared to disturb his nap. When he caught sight of Aylin, his ears perked up and he gracefully leapt to the floor to greet her by weaving between her legs. He gave a piercing whine, begging for attention.

“Yes, yes. I missed you, too, Kedi.” Aylin bent down to scoop him into her arms where he proceeded to be carried like a baby up the stairs to her bedroom loft. “Has mom been worried about me? Have you been looking after her?”

Kedi purred, his golden eyes squinting up at her. It was a rarity to find him inside their cabin. He preferred to be out hunting for his next meal or clawing his way up the highest tree. Finding him willingly behind walls meant that he knew something was wrong. He had probably spent the night curled up next to Nesrin. Sometimes Aylin swore that he was actually a person trapped inside the body of a cat. She imagined him to be a grumpy, old man who would yell at innocent children to get off his lawn but secretly loved the attention they gave him. He was fearless, tenacious, and a ferocious serial killer of all rodents.

A family of killers. Is that all they were?

Peter’s words from this morning still buzzed around her thoughts like an annoying gnat that refused to leave her personal space.

“We’re not in a cult, right? I’d know if I was in a cult,” she mused down at the cat in her arms.

He responded with a deep, guttural purr that vibrated his entire body.

“Sergei isn’t Jim Jones or Charles Manson. He has a reason behind what we’re doing. There’s a purpose. A meaning. We’re helping people. We’re…” She paused and gave a long sigh. “My father wouldn’t have been best friends with a cult leader. He was smarter than that. He was a good man. Peter’s wrong. He doesn’t know us, does he, Keds? He’s a stupid, low life, pathetic, disgusting werewolf. He’s-”

She stopped to listen to the words falling from her lips. No one was around to hear them and she was still holding deep prejustice for a man who had done nothing but show her kindness and grace despite her attitude.

Lycans. That’s what Peter referred to himself as. Not a werewolf. A lycan. A person with the ability to shift into a wolf.

A person. Not a monster.

Good and bad people. That’s what Peter had said. There were always good and bad people regardless where you stood in the world.

Which one was she?

Aylin carefully dropped Kedi onto her bed so she could pack a bag, trying to pull her thoughts away from Peter’s grasp and focus them back onto the task at hand. Some extra clothes, camping supplies, her crossbow, and more food would be on her list of needed items. She quickly changed out of her dress and into something more practical for forest living. She began tossing clothes out of her drawer and into the waiting duffle bag. As she turned around to pack them more neatly, she stopped to see Kedi curled up under the growing pile.

“You’re not helping, Ked. You’ll suffocate under there if I zip it up,” she smiled softly down at the stubborn cat who merely squinted back at her. He was always able to lift her mood. “Okay fine, you can stay but I’m going to keep packing around you.”

She grabbed an unopened pack of spare toothbrushes and ripped it apart. Carefully, she glanced over the colors, selecting a red and blue striped one for Peter. She felt like he would suit those colors…and he really needed to brush his teeth. It had probably been a while since he had a toothbrush of his own.

With some basic grooming items taken care of and a duffle full of spare clothes, Aylin shooed Kedi out of the way to finish her getaway bag. He followed as she made a handful of trips from the house to her car, filling the trunk with everything her and Peter might need to survive for the next few days. She slammed the full trunk closed, tucking her keys into her pocket, and put her hands on her hips. A sense of determination settled over her.

“There! We have a camping stove, some canned food, extra water…I think we should be all set for a couple days,” she spoke down to the cat waiting patiently at her feet. “If you would like to come with me, Keds, I would be more than happy to bring you. I don’t think Peter would mind the extra company.”

Kedi’s fur raised along his back, his ears flattening, and he gave a long hiss before darting to the safety of the darkness under her car.

“Wha- he’s not that bad, jeeze,” she frowned at his sudden change of attitude, wondering what had set him off, when she heard the crunching of footsteps making their way up her dirt driveway.

“Going somewhere, Aylin?” The familiar baritone voice caused her skin to erupt in goosebumps. Her heart leapt into her throat as a wave of nausea overtook her. She suddenly felt faint.

She wasn’t fast enough.

The only other time she had seen Kedi display fear like that was when a black bear broke through their screened in porch one afternoon to try and grab a bite of his cat food. Even then, he had darted back out from under the safety of a chair to claw the bear across the snout before running away again. Today, he stayed hidden.

Aylin straightened her back, attempting to fix a warm smile onto her lips, and turned around to face Sergei standing in the middle of her driveway. He was dawning his signature werewolf pelt draped over his shoulders and giving her a grin that was stretched far too thin to be anything but forced. The sight of the pelt made her sick to her stomach when she thought about the person who it once was ripped from. Barbaric. He might as well be wearing a pelt of human flesh.

Where was she going? She tried to steady her fluttering heart as a million potential answers swirled around her panicked thoughts.

“I’m planning on going to the Catskills to hike along the Devil’s Path like I do every year,” she lied, thinking quickly. With the way her trunk was currently packed, it easily resembled a hiking trip. She could fake this scenario.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” He raised his scraggly brow at her. He was starting to get flecks of silver among his dark hair. The silver stood out more prominently against the midday sun and made him look closer than usual to his age. It was rare to catch signs of him aging. He seemed to always be in his prime despite how many years have passed. “Don’t you typically do that hike closer to the summer?”

Aylin shrugged, trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, “Last summer was too hot. Thought I’d go early this year.”

“In the rainy season, I imagine parts of the hike would be really dangerous?”

She held firmly onto her bluff, knowing he was trying to break her, and kept her eyes locked with his to help sell the lie, “Sure, but isn’t that part of our training? To overcome difficult feats despite the challenges that face us? Besides, it’s not called the Devil’s Path for nothing. It’s meant to keep you on your toes. I think I could use a good challenge. ”

Sergei squinted at her with a hard glare, “Yes. About that. I think we need to have a talk about exactly what challenges are facing you. Something seemed to bother you the other night, did it not?”

She could tell from his tone that he was carefully keeping his voice steady. Under the surface, he was boiling. He wanted her to pay for the other night. There had to be consequences. Aylin had not only gone against his direct orders but, in her defiance, belittled his authority in front of the guild. If there’s one thing to never do to Sergei, it would be to embarrass him. She was now caught in an unwanted game of cat and mouse and she was terrified of losing.

She widened her eyes like it was a shock to hear that and not a conversation she had been dreading, “Oh? You mean when I ran from the ceremony? I’m so sorry about that. Really. I must have eaten something weird. Probably undercooked meat. I got really sick. I spent the night on the toilet. I had to run before I had an accident in front of everyone. You know how it is. When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

He took a step closer, a dreadful smile flicked at the corner of his lips, “Really? I stopped by your house to check on you later that night. I wanted to make sure you were okay after that shameful display you pulled in front of everyone. Your mother told me you weren’t home. Poor woman was worried sick about you. She thought you might have run off and done something stupid.” He paused, closing the gap between them. The cold metal of her car door pushed against her back as he towered over her. He propped an arm against the roof of her car to pin her in place. “Well? Did you? Do something stupid, I mean.”

Her stomach flipped with nerves as she shook her head. She was going to lose this game. The cat was ready to pounce and she had nowhere to hide, caught in place, forced to face her demise. Sergei went in for the kill, sensing he was gaining the upper hand in their silent standoff, and threw a heavy arm around her shoulders. He had her locked tightly in place against his side and gave a loud, dark laugh as if that would expel the thick tension between them. She couldn’t run. Couldn’t hide. He had her exactly where he wanted.

“Why don’t you come take a walk with me, Aylin?” He started to drag her down the driveway. “Cal made rabbit stew earlier. We can have some tea and lunch and discuss our futures. I have a proposition for you. What do you say, kid?”

Despite his question, there was no choice to be had. She was going to be coming with him even if he had to throw her over his shoulder and carry her there.

“Uh, yeah, I guess that’s okay. I should go leave a note for my mom so she knows where I’m at when she gets back…” Aylin tried to dig her heels into the dirt but got shuffled along like she weighed nothing. Any resistance would be futile. She had lost the game. The cat had caught the mouse and was now boastfully parading her squirming body down the road as he carried it proudly between his salivating jaws.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll inform her exactly where you are should she come asking. There’s nothin’ to worry about. You’re safe with me. You know that.” The weight of his words hung over her like a rapidly approaching storm. There wasn’t a single ounce of truth behind anything he said.

It was only a matter of time before the cat clamped down, piercing her flesh with his razor sharp teeth.

The Kravinoff residence was the largest house in their town. A two story cabin with breathtaking floor to ceiling windows to let in all the natural light. The eaves of the red gabled roof were decorated with ornate wooden details. They had been handcarved by Sergei Sr. when he rebuilt the Kravinoff home many years ago before his passing; his final gift to his spoiled son.

Their kitchen was larger than the floor plan of her entire house with brightly painted, red cabinets to match the color of their roof. A pot of yellow sunflowers brightened up the room to soften the red and create an inviting atmosphere. Calypso lounged against the double wide, walnut island wearing nothing more than a skimpy, silk robe. Her dark, tight curly hair haloed around her head and she flashed Aylin her infamous, pointy toothed grin.

“Ah, the weakling has returned, I see,” she slinked over to the younger woman, standing tall in front of her. “Such a disappointment you gave the guild last night, was it not? I don’t know why Sergei holds you in such high regards. You don’t look like much to me.”

Sergei placed a possessive hand over Aylin’s shoulder, “Now, now, Cal. Enough teasing. Everyone makes mistakes. She says she wasn’t feeling well. Ate some bad meat. Happens to the best of us. Aylin is our guest and should be treated as such. She’s here for a chat over drinks. Why don’t you make us some of your special tea?” His eyes flashed into his wife, giving her a silent command. “The kind we save for our very important guests. Aylin needs to be reminded how much her community values her.”

Calypso smiled and bowed her head, “Of course, dear.”

Aylin was led into the dining room with the sounds of Calypso rustling through the cabinets following her out the door. A long, black cherry dining table, lined with tall chairs, greeted them. At the head of the table was a throne, carved out of the trunk of a tree and adorned with giant wolf claws at the end of the legs. Kraven sank down onto the pelt covered seat. He looked like a true king of his castle. He waved a large hand for her to sit in one of the normal chairs beside him.

She took a hesitant seat, having stayed quiet this whole time, terrified that speaking the wrong words would get her further into trouble. It was better to play defense with Sergei. Let him take the lead so she could match his energy.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in our home,” he mused, lazily scratching at his beard. “You used to visit all the time with your father. I believe the last time you stepped foot inside these walls was when you were merely 16 years of age.”

After Samuel and Emir’s funeral.

Sergei had held a repast at his home after the burial service. Everyone in town had attended, each bringing a dish of food or drinks, to show their support for the fallen members. Nesrin was too busy weeping in the bathroom to know her daughter was getting wasted off some stolen liquor. Aylin had snuck away from the guests with her bottle in hand to hide in one of Segei’s guest rooms. The rest of the night was a blur but she distantly remembered him finding her tucked away in the corner behind a bed and holding her while she cried. Everything after that was dark. That entire year had been dark.

She remembered a time when she felt protected in his arms. His presence used to come with a warm safety. Now, it came with a foreboding sense of danger, like stumbling upon a sleeping rattlesnake. If she was careful enough, she might get away without a fight. If she took one wrong step, all it would take was a mere second for the snake to strike.

“Things got bad after-” She stopped. She didn’t need to say anything else.

Sergei gave a solemn nod, “Yes. I can imagine. Sam was my good friend. He was an important, valuable member of our guild. It was hard for everyone.”

He was studying her face, trying to read every micro expression she held, but she kept her features stiff. She should have left sooner. Maybe if she hadn't spent so much time doting on Kedi, she would have escaped before Sergei arrived. She wished she was already back with Peter and wondered how long he would stay in her trailer before he started to wonder if she’d ever return.

“Who’s Peter?” Sergei asked with an air of innocence, as if he had directly read her mind, but kept a close eye on how she responded. He was carefully studying her every move.

Aylin’s eyes widened in shock for only a split second before she softened her face but there was no doubt that Sergei had caught it. Had he read her mind? There was no other way he could possibly know about Peter…was there? Her stomach churned with nerves at the question but she raised her eyebrows in feigned confusion, “What do you mean?”

He shifted on his throne, leaning towards her, and placing his arm on the table, “When I came to pick you up, I heard you say ‘I don’t think Peter would mind the extra company.’ So, who’s Peter?”

That’s what she got for speaking out loud to a cat. She should have kept her mouth shut.

“He’s my friend,” she lied, thinking on her feet. “Works at the gas station a few miles out. He works nights. I’ve met him a few times and we got to talking. He enjoys hiking as much as me. He was planning a trip of his own so I invited him on mine. I thought we could both use the company.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” Sergei’s tone was light but his tense shoulders gave off the impression of a possessive, jealous lover. Aylin was beginning to see him as an overgrown child who refused to share his toys with others. She felt like she was nothing more than his property.

She repressed a gulp, refusing to let her eyes wander from his, “No. He’s a friend.”

He ignored her statement. “After Leah Rivera, I thought you might not be not interested in men. It’s good to know you appreciate both sides,” Sergei leaned back to give off the illusion of someone who was casually lounging instead of someone fishing for information. They were both playing a difficult game of chess, each crafting their next move, while simultaneously trying to find their opponents weakness to exploit. “Cal swings both ways, too.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just someone who enjoys hiking as much as me,” Aylin’s jaw tightened, giving him a stiff reply. She desperately hoped the heat burning behind her cheeks wasn’t outwardly noticeable. Her racing heart spiked at the mention of Leah. That was a name she hadn’t heard spoken aloud in years. “I don’t swing any way. Leah was nothing more than a friend, too.”

Liar. Leah was more than a friend. She was Aylin’s childhood best friend, her favorite person, her first crush, her first love. Leah used to be her everything.

Until she was nothing.

“Right, right,” he chuckled. “Cal and I were just friends once. I get it. But, Aylin, you know how this guild feels about outsiders. You can not trust them. It’s best you let that friendship drift away before it’s too late. I don’t want you going on a trip with that boy. It’s too dangerous. Cancel it. Stop seeing him. There’s more than enough eligible men here for you to attach yourself to. I can think of at least three off the top of my head who would love a chance. Stay within the guild.”

She had tried to stay within the guild until Sergei caught on about her and Leah’s relationship. She remembered his eyes flaring with hatred when he saw them share a quick kiss behind the school house one afternoon. Neither of the girls could understand why he would care what a couple of sixteen year olds got up to. It wasn’t long after that Leah’s entire family disappeared in the middle of the night. One day they were there, the next they were gone. Banished. No explanations given. No goodbyes said. Their empty house was demolished, as per tradition, whenever someone leaves the guild. Erase everything and build back up from scratch without the tainted memories. They were to never speak about the Rivera’s again. Every ounce of Leah’s existence in Aylin’s life was gone overnight until it was almost as if she never existed at all. If it wasn’t for the pictures hidden in a shoebox in the back of her closet, sometime’s Aylin might wonder if she dreamed up the entire thing. First, her best friend disappeared, then, her father and brother were slaughtered by wolves. Sixteen had not been kind to her.

But that was years ago. Leah was gone and so was the person Aylin used to be. She didn’t want Peter to become another pained memory added to the ever growing pile of forgotten people. She would protect this one. She wouldn’t let him be another soul for Sergei to steal from her.

Even if that made her a traitor.

She fixed a pleasant smile onto her face, “You’re probably right. I don’t know him that well anyway. I was just looking for a hiking buddy. Not a big deal and I’d better be safe than sorry. You never really know what those outsiders are like. Although, I do think I would be able to overtake him if it ever came to that. I’ve taken down werewolves. I think I can manage to get the upper hand on a random gas station employee. You’ve trained us well.” She threw Sergie her best attempt at a cheeky wink despite the anxious tightening of her throat. Her desperation for him to believe her was suffocating.

Outsiders. Traitors. Banishment.

Maybe Peter was right. She might be in a cult.

The truth hit her hard. She forced a smile onto her face despite wanting to slide under the table and crawl away.

Canceling fake plans with an imaginary boyfriend was easier than the truth of her deception. Outsider Peter was better than Werewolf Peter. One was a simple mistake at the hands of a lovestruck young woman. The other was direct treason against everything she ever knew.

He didn’t look impressed with her response.

Earthy, herbal smells wafted out from the kitchen door. She caught notes of lavender and chamomile mixed with some kind of sharp spice she was unfamiliar with. Sergei noticed her analyzing the scent.

“It’s not something we grow here in the mountains,” he remarked, blatantly ignoring her attempts to butter him up. “Calypso has family in Haiti. They send her all sorts of home grown products she can’t get here. She likes to think of herself as a bit of an alchemist when she’s in the kitchen. She makes the most wonderful tea. You’ll love it.”

As if on cue, Calypso burst through the doorway with a tray in hand. A clear teapot was placed on the table in front of them. Bits of loose herbs floated around inside the amber liquid. Skinny, swirling trails of hypnotizing white steam rose from the spout. She lifted the pot to pour out the delicious smelling tea into the delicate china cups. Aylin was handed the first one.

“For our guest,” Calypso smirked. “Made with love.”

Aylin ignored the snarky edge to her words and gave a polite smile. She took a small sip, happy for the distraction. It burned her tongue but slid smoothly down her throat. It was like nothing she’d ever had before. Warm and cozy with a sharp tang of spice as a lingering aftertaste. She took another big gulp as it gave her something to do with her fidgety hands.

Calypso perched on the thick arm of Sergei’s throne as she watched her guest drink, “How is it?”

“It’s wonderful. Thank you,” she feigned a smile. She wasn’t lying. It was delicious. She just struggled to make her voice sound genuine when her and Peter’s lives hung on her every word.

“Pleased to hear it.”

Sergei patted his wife’s thigh, “Aylin was just telling me about her gas station boyfriend. An outsider. They’re already planning a trip together.”

Calypso leaned against him, running her fingers through his hair, “A gas station boyfriend? Even she can do better than that.”

“He’s not my bo-” She was cut off by Sergei.

“I already told her that it would be best to let that relationship fade away. I think we could find her someone better. One of us. I would be doing Sam a disservice if I let his daughter run away with an outsider.”

Aylin bit her tongue and refused to mention that her mother was once an outsider. The longer they stayed on the topic of her lie, the more anxious she became. She didn’t want to have to keep thinking on her feet. It was exhausting her psyche.

“I said I would. It’s not a big deal,” she huffed, taking another sip of her tea. “He means nothing to me. I just thought it might be fun to have someone to hike with but I prefer being on my own anyway.”

Calypso smirked, “That’s what I like to hear. Outsiders are nothing. They don’t deserve your time of day. You have everything you need right here.” She shifted her body to lean forward, her deep brown eyes penetrating into Aylin’s very soul. “We’re all you need.”

She was most definitely in a cult. How could she have ever been so oblivious?

She might be the stupidest person alive.

This would be her downfall. The people she loved and fought to protect were the one’s holding the knife. They would be the ones to fatally stab her. Not the Lycans.

Before the realization could overtake her, Calypso’s loose robe had fallen open when she moved and her right breast had pushed its way out from the silky material. The sight of the woman’s freshly exposed skin caused her spiraling mind to halt. Sergei’s arm wrapped around his wife to grasp onto her breast, absentmindedly flicking her dark nipple with his thumb, as they both stared in her direction. Aylin’s ears heated up with a mixture of disbelief and horrific embarrassment. She quickly averted her gaze to the table. She got uncomfortable watching people kiss in public. Watching someone blatantly fondle his wife in front of her made her want to claw out of her own skin. They had always been overly affectionate with each other but it had never been as in her face as it was now. This was different. New. It was like they were challenging her. Like this was some kind of sick test she’d have to pass. From the moment Sergei showed up behind her, she was being tested. Her every move was stuck under a microscope and picked apart with a watchful eye.

These were not the people she once thought they were.

A new found hatred wrapped around her like a warm blanket. They were toying with her. Teasing her. Playing with her. They were getting off on watching her squirm. They liked this.

This was who they really were.

Aylin focused on her tea to keep herself distracted. She heard Calypso stifle a laugh under her breath. They were getting off on her discomfort. Her head was starting to feel dizzy and her heart felt like it was pounding in her ears. She suddenly felt very sweaty like there was a fire igniting in her stomach and spreading up her chest towards her throat. She hated them. That much was clear to her now. The guild was not a safe place. It never was. It had only felt that way because she was drinking the Kool Aid along with everyone else just like Peter said. Her whole life she had been fed a lie which she happily lapped down. Her world was crumbling down around her. Piece by piece it fell with deafening crashes and she was beginning to suffocate on the smokey rubble filling her lungs.

A headache was rapidly growing and her vision blurred for a millisecond before she blinked it back into focus.

“Ms. Aylin was just about to tell me what happened last night,” Sergei spoke, still massaging Calypso without any hint of embarrassment. His tone had flipped, losing the fake lightheartedness from earlier. He was serious. There was no more time for games. “She was going to explain exactly why she refused to kill a wolf in front of her entire guild.”

She was?

“For someone who claims to have killed two on her own, without any proof, you’d think a malnourished, caged bitch would be easy,” Calypso remarked. “It sounds to me like there might be a little white lie hiding somewhere in your story, dear girl. Don’t worry, darling, you can tell us. We won’t judge. We just want the truth.”

She took another sip of the tea to avoid having to answer them right away. Was she the only one drinking? Neither of them had touched the stuff.

Aylin didn’t want to look in their direction to check. She didn't want to watch what they were doing. They were making her uncomfortable on purpose. A power play. A way to prove that she was nothing but inferior to them. She didn’t want to be here. Her head felt like it was swimming with a million thoughts but none of them were making it to her lips. Her body was refusing to function. She couldn’t make her mouth and brain work as one.

“I, uh,” she stuttered over her words. “I…”

Her mind was starting to feel like it was slowly filling with sand. An hourglass at the verge of tipping. Her mouth felt dry so she downed the rest of her cup.

“That girl- she…she…was just…so…so young…” Aylin gave a slow blink, her chin bobbing down to her chest before quickly steadying her head back upright. “I…feel…”

She was suddenly exhausted. The empty tea cup slipped from her hand to shatter into pieces across the floor. She finally turned her attention to the couple, fearing that she was coming down with an illness. She was seeing double. Their forms wavered like rain in a puddle.

“Something’s not right,” she whispered.

“That would be the tea,” Sergei spoke, his voice steady. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll be fine.”

He pushed himself up from his throne to walk over to her. Aylin slumped into his arms, feeling paralyzed, as he easily lifted her to his chest. He cradled her there while he moved through his house, each room flashing slowly before her lagging eyes, until he stopped in front of a large bookcase.

“Wha-” she tried to speak but words were useless to her.

Sergei kicked his foot at something hidden against the side of the bookcase, tucked away from view, where the wall meets the floor.

With a low grumble, the bookcase slid slowly to the right to reveal a set of wooden steps leading underground. They creaked underfoot as he carried deeper into the abyss.

The musty smell of mildew and copper hit her nose.

“No…” Aylin managed to whisper, in a last ditch effort to protect herself before the drugs completely captured her mind.

“Sleep now,” Calypso purred over Sergei’s shoulder. “We have some important business to discuss. You’ll need your strength. Shh, drift off, little one. We’ll keep watch over you. Sleep.”

[CHAPTER FIVE (part two)]

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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Your True Self - The Corinthian Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Your True Self

Pairing: The Corinthian X Reader

Word Count: 1,663 words

Warning(s): murder, torture, make out scene

Summary: He saw something in (Y/n). Something that they either hid or didn't know about. And he was dedicated to bringing that part of them to the light.

Author's Note: I have started and erased this three times.

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My father had a tendency to throw parties.

Extravagant parties.

They weren't bad. They would be absolutely beautiful. They would always be crowded. It was usually a fine event.

I was just tired of the same thing over and over again. I was bored.

And I hated being forced to go to that kind of event.

It was during one of those parties that I found myself leaning on the wall. I was watching the usual crowd with a drink in my hand. I wanted something interesting to happen.

"Bored?"

I looked over to see a man in a white suit and a pair of sunglasses now leaning on the wall next to me. I just chuckled, looking down at the top of my drink. I didn't want to give him an answer that would be a lie or place my dad in a bad light.

"Might I entertain you with a dance?"

I looked at him again for a moment. He tilted his head at me a little bit with a grin. He was charming. Something about him felt magnetizing. Like he had been daring me to dance with him. Tempting me. Like he knew me well enough to know that it would work.

"Sure," I said.

He took the drink from my hand and placed it on a small table next to him. He then took my hand and pulled me along with him.

I rested my free hand on his shoulder as his free hand touched my side. It felt like there was a crackle of electricity under my skin just where his hand rested.

"You never answered me," he muttered after we had been dancing for a little while. I raised an eyebrow. "Are you bored?"

"Bored is a strong word," I replied. "I'd say comfortable."

He hummed at my answer. I couldn't tell if he was satisfied with my answer or not.

"I've been to a number of these parties," I explained. "Nothing particularly exciting happens. It's all very regular."

"And you don't enjoy that?"

"I have dependable and normal in my day-to-day life," I shrugged. "Is there something wrong with wanting something more interesting?"

"Not at all," he shook his head.

We continued dancing quietly. It was a very nice silence though. I felt like he understood me. It was different than any connection that I had ever experienced. He was intriguing, hypnotizing almost. All I could focus on was this mysterious man dancing with me.

He leaned over, letting his lips brush the shell of my ear so he could whisper into it, "Why don't you come with me and let me show you a little taste of excitement?"

I felt a small smirk tug at the corner of my mouth as I whispered back, "I hope you don't disappoint."

A low chuckle slipped through his lips before he started leading me away from the dancing crowd and out of the room. I looked around to make sure no one was watching as he led me to a small, empty room.

He closed the door behind me, pushing me against it. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

One of my hands moved down to his jacket, grabbing at the edge of it to pull him closer to me. I hummed as his body pressed fully against mine.

He was right. This was a perfect taste of excitement.

"What's your name," I murmured as his lips found my jaw.

He let his lips barely brush my skin as he moved. He stopped when his lips brushed mine. "They call me the Corinthian."

"Why?"

He hummed. "Stick with me and find out, (Y/n)."

In the moment, I didn't question why he knew my name. I just leaned in and kissed him again. I would rather focus on his lips on mine than how he knew my name.

That was the beginning of an incredibly interesting relationship.

Months went by. I was happy with him. Holding him, kissing him, loving him. It made me feel like I was in a trance. And I adored that feeling more than I ever thought I would.

It didn't take him long to reveal most of himself to me. His eyes, the truth of where he was from, how he had met me before in the dream realm.

I accepted all of it because all I wanted was him. My mysterious and intriguing nightmare. My very beautiful nightmare.

Our life was as normal as one could expect for us.

And we both liked it that way.

But there was one night that changed everything forever. When our relationship would become something so different, yet so much better.

And it all started with him being late for dinner.

I had resigned myself to staring out the window. I was sulking. There's no better way to describe it. I looked like an angry child that had their favorite toy taken away.

I jumped when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Just me," the Corinthian mumbled in my ear.

"Nice of you to grace me with your presence."

"I'm sorry, darling. I had something to attend to."

I just nodded, still disappointed about him being gone.

"Come on, darling," he kissed my jaw a few times. "I'm sorry."

I tried to forget my upset feelings, but it was proving more difficult than I was expecting.

He sighed. "Well, I have something that might make you feel better."

"And that it?"

"I've brought you a present," he muttered in my ear.

"Oh?"

I turned around in his arms, letting mine settle on his shoulders.

"Sometimes I think you spoil me," I said.

He let out a low chuckle as he leaned closer to me, lips brushing mine. "Only the best for you, darling."

I let a small smile cross my lips as I kissed him gently.

He pulled back a few moments later. "Come on, sweetheart. Time to go see your gift."

I bit my lip as I nodded.

The Corinthian stepped back and held out his hand. I grabbed it and let him lead me through the house. Through the living room and the dining room to the kitchen and the staircase to the basement.

"What's down there," I asked. I couldn't help but be a little bit nervous. I never trusted basements.

"You'll see," he replied. When I hesitated, he kissed my cheek. "You trust me, right?"

I nodded.

"Then, come with me."

I nodded again and followed him downstairs. He covered my eyes with his hand, guiding me to stand in the middle of the room. There was a small pause. I jumped a little when I felt the Corinthian's breath against my skin.

"Are you ready, darling?"

"Yes."

His hand left my eyes and he stepped away from me.

In front of me was a man tied to a chair. He had a bag thrown over his head, hiding who he was.

I expected so many reactions. To yell, to run, to help, to stop the Corinthian. But I didn't. I just stood there, staring at the body silently.

"Who is that," I asked quietly.

"Your... gift!"

As he said the word, the Corinthian pulled the bag off of the man's head. I didn't recognize him. There was a makeshift gag in his mouth. He looked at me through foggy, half-asleep eyes. They slowly went wide as they saw me.

"My work is usually less messy, but your first time deserved to be special."

I looked back at the Corinthian.

He had taken off his jacket, showing off the knives that were usually hidden just underneath.

"I saw it when I first met you," he said, twirling one of the blades in his hand. "I saw it when I looked in on your dreams. That look in your eyes. Hungry for more, tired of the normal. I just want to give you an escape. That excitement that you were craving."

He made it sound so sweet. He made his theory about me wanting to hurt someone seem normal. Like it was as simple as going out for a drink or going on a trip.

He walked behind me slowly. I had every opportunity to run. To leave the scene and save the man in the chair. But I didn't I stood still, letting my eyes fall on the man again.

One of the Corinthian's hands landed on my waist, the other- the one holding the knife- touched my arm. It slowly slid down the length of my arm as his lips found the skin on my neck. He pressed soft kisses against it as he slid the blade into my hand. He wrapped his hand around mine, making sure that I kept a hold of the handle.

"It's time to stop hiding," he muttered, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Let your true self step into the light, darling. I promise it'll make you feel amazing."

I slowly stepped away from him, knife sitting in my hand. I looked down at it. I turned it around in my hand a few times, watching the light in the basement bounce off of it.

I heard the man trying to talk through his gag. My eyes met his.

I picked up my hand, bringing it and the blade down into the man's hand. He yelled through the gag, his head falling back as he did. I pulled the blade out, turning it in the light again. I wanted to compare how the blade looked with blood on it.

I heard the Corinthian's proud laugh behind me. His arm wrapped around me again, turning me around to pull me into a kiss. I kissed him back, my free hand grabbing onto his shirt. I lightly nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away completely.

"How's it feel, darling," he asked quietly.

I let a smile cross my lips. "It's perfect."

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michelleleewise · 3 years ago

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Cold As Ice.......

Pairing: ActorLoki x reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking, cursing, yelling, mentions of abuse, toxic relationship, controlling behavior

Summary: your relationship with James progresses, but not as planned, while Loki spirals..

Part twenty one-

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"Here you go wanda." You said handing her her coffee. "Thank you so much y/n! I need this!" She said, you both laughing. You were sitting in her trailer going over her schedule. "y/n, aren't you dying in that sweater." She asked sipping her coffee. "Hmmm.....oh, no, I like it, it's soft." You said tugging the sleeve down. She looked like she was going to say something but your phone went off.

"Where are you???" James texted.

"Hey, I'm with wanda going over her schedule." You responded.

"Why didn't you come find me first? Your supposed to check in with me in the morning, you know that." He text.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." You text back.

"We'll talk about this later y/n" he text.

"You ok y/n?" Wanda asked getting your attention "Yes! Yes, sorry, I got distracted. So, we have our trip coming up next week, so we need to go over the arrangements" you said changing the subject, pulling on your sleeve. "It's been two months already!! Time flies." She said with a laugh. "Yes, yes it does." You said, avoiding looking at her.

You finished going over all the arrangements and started packing up. "Ok wanda, you head to makeup and I'll meet you in wardrobe." You said smiling at her. "OK, sounds good." She said and left. You were almost to wardrobe when "Y/N!!" James yelled getting your attention. You turned and looked at him, he had that look ok his face. He came up grabbing your arm, and pulling you to the side of the building. You hissed as he squeezed tighter.

"Do you care to explain to me why you didn't check In this morning?" He said glaring at you. "I'm sorry, I forgot. I got up late and...." you started "that's not an excuse. You know to check in with me." He cut you off coming closer. "I told you I was sorry, what else do you want?" You snapped, and saw anger flash in his eyes "we've been over this y/n, you don't talk to me like that." He growled gripping your arm again. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again" you said gritting your teeth. "Sorry what....y/n" he said squeezing harder. "Sorry......sir" you said looking down. "Good girl." He said letting go. "You know i need to know where you are to keep you safe. I'm only trying to protect you y/n" he said. "I know, I'm sorry sir."You said looking at your feet. "Go back to work, we'll talk later." He said lifting your head kissing you before left.

You lifted your sleeve to see the bruise going around your arm. You sighed rubbing it. "Y/n, where are you?" Wanda called out. "Coming!" You said pulling your sleeve down. And hurrying inside. Wanda was shooting her scene, and your mind kept wondering back to James, in the beginning it was perfect, he was kind, caring, But something started to change, he started getting irritated, even upset when you would talk to anyone. You couldn't go out without him. "People just want to use you y/n" he'd always say. "Why can't you see they're going to hurt you, but I'll never hurt you. I'll always protect you." He always told you. Maybe he did just want to keep you safe.........

Wanda came and sat next to you and you called hair and makeup. "Hey y/n, there's a wrap party the cast is having. And I was wondering of you wanted to come? It'll be loads of fun!" Wanda said smiling at you. You looked at her and saw James over her shoulder glaring at you "umm.....I don't think so, thank you though. I still have some packing to do."you said looking at James and he nodded. "Are you sure y/n? I'd really like if you came." She said. "Yeah I'm sorry. Maybe next time" you said looking at your lap. She nodded and headed back out to finish her scene.

You made it to the last day of filming. Everyone was excited for the party, and for the trip tomorrow. "Wanda, you head to make up, I have to meet with Steve about security when we get to Hawaii and make sure we're all set" you said pulling your schedule book out. "OK, I'll see you in wardrobe then?" She asked leaving the trailer. "Yes, I'll be right there." You said. You called Steve to ask about the arrangements and he said he would come to the trailer. "No Steve, you don't have to come over, I just need to confirm a few things." You said. "It's no problem, I'll be right there" he said and hung up. "Shit..." you sighed. You knew James wasn't going to like Steve in the trailer, but it was your job, he would just need to get over it.

You got everything worked out with Steve and walked him out. As you were grabbing your stuff to head to wardrobe the door flew open and James stormed in, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell was that about y/n?" He demanded standing in front of you. "I had to talk to Steve about...." you were cut off when his hand came around your throat, not tight, but as a warning. "You shouldn't have been alone with him, what If he tried something." He demanded, pushing you up against the wall. You grabbed his wrist "he wouldn't do anything" you said "how do you know? Why can't you ever use your brain y/n? These men only want to use you" he said still holding you.

He sighed "How am I supposed to protect you, keep you safe when you act so stupid y/n?" He asked bringing his face closer. He began to squeeze your throat tighter "I better not ever see you alone with him, or any other man again, is that understood" he demanded. "Yes sir.......sorry sir" you squeaked out. "You better be. We'll talk more tonight" he said releasing you. He stared at you for a minute then left. You sunk to the floor bringing your knees to your chest. You sat there a minute, trying to compose yourself, and then got up and headed to wardrobe.

The next day you made it to the airport, adjusting your scarf waiting for wanda. You scrolled through your phone to keep yourself busy when you saw the article "Is loki losing contol" you scrolled down through the pictures, several of him with different women, grinding on them while dancing making your heart hurt. But there were a few that looked like he was passed out on a table, one he was laying on the floor. You skimmed the article, it mentioning his not stop partying and drinking for the last couple months......since you left...

"Y/n! Sorry I'm late." Your heard wanda and quickly put your phone away. "No, your ok. We have time." You said smiling at her. "Are you ok? You seem upset." She said sitting down next to you. "Yes, I'm fine, just thinking of things that could have been" you said looking at your hands. You felt her arms wrap around you in a hug and couldn't help the tear that escaped. You cleared your throat and got up "well, let's get going." You said handing her her ticket. You were getting ready to board the plane when wanda went to talk to the ticket person at the counter. She came back a few minutes later "Here y/n, your going to sit with me" she said smiling handing you a ticket. "Wanda, you didn't have to....." You started "I wanted to. You deserve it. Now let's go" you nodded grabbing your bags and finding your seats.

"So when we land, we go check into the hotel, and then we have a meeting with the director and your costar." You said going through your notes. "Have they told you who my costar is?" She asked "no, just that's its a gentleman, that's it" you said looking at her. "Well, I guess we'll see" she said leaning her seat back. You leaned back trying to relax when your phone went off. "Y/n, text me when you land, and tell me what room you're in." James massaged. "Yes sir, I will" you messaged back. You were about to turn your phone off when he responded "good, don't make me repeat myself y/n. you need to listen to me. It's for your own good." James messaged. "I know sir, thank you sir" you responded and turned your phone off.

Your hand absently went to your scarf. You didn't mean to upset James, but you never seemed to get things right. You sighed running your fingers over it, hoping no one saw.

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Meanwhile-

"Why won't this damn thing work!?" Loki yelled, swiping the card in the door. Someone poked their head out to see what the commotion was "what the hell do you want!!" Loki yelled at them, and they retreated. He slumped down in front of his door, putting his head on his knees. Suddenly, his phone went off. "Y/n...." he whispered looking at it seeing it was Tony, his new assistant.

"Hey, boss, where are you??" Tony asked hurriedly.

"That is of no concern to you!" He yelled into the phone.

"Have you been drinking again?" Tony asked. Making Loki go silent.

"I'm coming to your room, stay there" Tony said, hanging up before Loki could respond.

Tony rounded the corner to see Loki slumped on the floor. "Well, this looks familiar" he said hauling him up. "I could not get the card to work in the door" Loki said looking at Tony. "That's because that's your credit card." Tony stared, making Loki roll his eyes. Tony finally got him inside and set him on the couch. "Look, we need to talk" Tony said grabbing a chair. "I have nothing to discuss, especially with you. I need a drink" Loki said getting up. "No you don't" Tony said pushing him back down. "How dare you put your hands on me!!" Loki yelled getting back up. "Shup up Loki, sit down!" Tony yelled pushing him back down.

Tony handed him a bottle of water and sat down. "Loki. I was hired to be your assistant, not your babysitter, but so far its been been the latter. So what the hell is going on?" Tony asked. "It is none of your concern what I do. Just leave me be" Loki said looking down. Tony sighed "Loki, the last couple months, I have picked you up off the floor, drug you out of bars, cleaned you up and got you in bed after you passed out in the hallway, your barely coherent at work, and much to your dismay, there are people who give a shit! So what the hell is going on!" Tony said raising his voice.

Loki sighed, fidgeting with the water bottle. "You wouldn't understand' he said looking down. "Oh yeah, try me?" Tony said glaring at him. "I.......I fucked up." Loki said, his voice cracking. "OK, What did you fuck up?' Tony asked. "Everything!! I ruined everything because I'm......I'm a monster!' Loki yelled. Tony looked at him for a minute. "Loki.....in the time I've been working for you, I have yet to see a monster." He sighed. "You wanna know what I see?" He asked leaning back in his chair. "Oh Do enlighten me." Loki said sarcastically.

"I see someone hiding in a bottle to avoid his own feelings. Someone who has built his walls so incredibly high that no one can get in. Some one so afraid of trusting anyone he pushes them away rather then deal with his own insecurities." Tony said looking at him. "You know nothing about me! Or what I've been through! Do you know what it's like being lied to your whole life?" Loki yelled, getting up. "No, I dont" Tony said getting up, coming face to face with Loki "but I also know if you keep letting the past affect your now, you'll never move forward, you'll be stuck in this hell forever, and you'll never be happy" he said. "I don't deserve to be happy" Loki said looking down. "Well that's the stupidest shit I've ever heard Loki, everyone deserves to be happy, you included. And you won't be until you pull your head out of your ass." Tony said pointing at him. Loki sighed, shaking his head "i know I don't know what you've been through but this.." Tony said waving his hands around loki "looks like someone loved you and you wouldn't let them." He said. Tony saw a tear run down Lokis cheek" what am I going to do?" Loki whispered. Tony sighed "if you truly want to be with her, fix it, fix yourself" Tony said putting his hand on Loki's shoulder. "Come on, let's get you to bed, we have work tomorrow" Tony said leading him to change. "Tony, thank you" Loki whispered. "Anytime boss, now sleep. I'll see you in the morning." Tony said leaving.

Loki laid there, thinking about everything Tony told him. He looked at his hand, closing his eyes, concentrating it shifted, ridges forming under the blue hue. He turned his hand back and forth and sighed. "I have to tell her...."

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brummiereader · 1 year ago

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Well I for one am very happy this chapter is a long one 😍! We've missed you on here Daisy ❤️. I'm so happy your writers block passed and you was able to post this incredible chapter.

I ADORED Y/N's interactions with Arthur and John! It was honestly a nice breather from the tense dialogue and Tommy's attitude in the last chapter. Their banter just slotted back into what I imagined it would have been like when they were younger, this alone made the whole scene flow so easily and naturally . "And you wonder why?" Arthur joked while leaning back in his chair 🤭, aw John you're so easy to tease, and we love you for it! "First of all, calm down. It's just us." I thought this little line was actually really sweet, they knew she was getting nervous and they tried to make light of the situation for her. And the fact that after Arthur said they nudge honestly warmed my heart, those two boys are the cutest and I can totally see them reacting this way ❤️.

I actually felt a little nervous for her on the car ride to Arrow house, Arthur made it fun with his chilled demeanour but Y/N and Tommy left things on such a bad note, I was worried how cold he was going to be with her."You can sit." His low voice filled the room as he gestured with his hand to the sofa in front of his desk... fuck sake, I knew it 😒, cold. Honestly think he was just being moody Tommy at this point. You can but the question is if we both want that. What the hell is that supposed to mean 😳, how did he imagine she would've take that, arghh! I can 100% see how she's loosing patience with his remarks. You have done an excellent job at showing Tommy's confusing emotions, you honestly don't know where you stand with him. One minute his cold the next he wants your attention, bloody men 😂. I was on the edge of my seat when they were getting closer, gritting my teeth hoping Tommy wouldn't F it up and say something dumb, but you followed through and gave us the passionate kiss we have all been waiting for. And it was PASSIONATE 🔥!! 😩, well done hun, that intimate little moment between them was perfect. I feel like they are finally both in the same lane when it comes to their rekindling relationship and love, *phew...for a moment I thought it might never happen with Tommy's constant idiocy 😂! And bless Arthur getting himself into a bother with his "little" cup 😅.

Another fun scene of Arthur and Y/N reminiscing on their childhood together! And I'd say Arthur has taken it pretty easy going considering Y/N nearly shot him, there's no bad blood between them 😂!! But as I was reading this scene I had a sneaky feeling that the little calm moment I was enjoying so much was about to change tone. DAVID Fucking David 😤! I knew I bloody knew it when that random came up to Arthur saying his tire needed changing something was up! Y/N looked like she was finally mustering enough courage and confidence and David had to ruin it all. God he's vile, I hate the hold he has on her it makes my skin crawl 😠. My mouth was wide open with the ultimatum he gave her! I have no idea where this will go, will she tell Tommy? That would be the best thing to do he could protect her and her family, but y/N' might be too scared to even tell him...arghh😩. And if that twisted ass couldn't get any more evil he did this He let his hand rest on her back, making it seem as a nice gesture before giving her a firm push which caused her to fall hard. Not only did I find this horrible I felt it was so disrespectful and belittling to Y/N, he did that to her like she was nothing like she was just a toy of his to play and torment with 😤.

Oh my god Y/N darling you are not "alright", I wish she would have said something to Arthur, he would have sorted it out right then and there and David would already be in the cut 😩! Gosh this was an incredible chapter daisy, my emotions were all over the place! I can not wait to find out what Y/N is going to do in all of this, the poor girl. Well done hun, I absolutely loved this chapter. The angst queen is back ❤️!

New Endings - Part 4

A/N: SORRY THAT THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. But I made this chapter a bit longer, so hope that compensates somewhat. On the other hand I got carried away and there was no way to make it shorter so here's a win-win for us all 😜

Warnings: Swearing, insulting, threatening, physical violence/abuse, manipulation, mentions of a gun, a little bit alluding to smut? (not the real deal though)

Word count: 6.7k

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Particles of dust scattered all over the place as (Y/N) kept herself busy cleaning the house. After spending days inside with not much to occupy herself with, she started to get bored. The family house she stayed at remained basically untouched, so one and one made two.

Her cheeks were reddened from the warmth of the fire and the physical work she was putting into tidying the place. It felt satisfying to make herself useful while also getting time to think. Tommy’s harsh words lingered in her mind. He was right, she knew he was right but at the same time it felt so wrong. He was the last one to judge her, considering his own actions. The worst thing was that she hadn’t seen him anymore after their argument. The only person who’d stop by was Polly and although she appreciated her help, it didn’t feel right. Just as her mind took her further into a spiral of thoughts, she heard the front door open. She turned to see who it was, standing eye to eye with two men in long coats, both wearing peaked caps.

“Ello, love.” Arthur’s gruffy voice spoke up, a genuine smile on his face. John grinned at her as he stood beside his older brother. A smile started to break on her face and her eyes lit up as she took in the sight of the two brothers. “That's been a while."

“Nah, I spoke to you a few weeks ago.” John joked as he took his cap off. “How have you been holdin’ up ‘n here?” (Y/N) put the rag she was using, down. "I'm doing fine." She smiled at him. "How have you two been?"

"We're well." Arthur answered as he took his cap off. "We thought you'd might like some company." He slid the coat off his shoulders and hung it up on the rack. "Oh, well... I do actually." She chuckled. "Would you like some tea?"

"Nah, love. Tom said you got him some good whiskey. I'd like some of that." Arthur smiled. The mention of Arthur's nickname for Tommy made her think. He had talked about her, or probably at least about their evening. It made her wonder what else he had told them. "Did he send you to come see me?" She asked the oldest brother, questioning the sincerity of their visit. "No, like I said we thought you'd might like some company." He started as she watched him sit down on one of the chairs. "We're not here because of him."

She nodded, shifting her attention to John who just got rid of his cap and coat and had returned to the table. "Whiskey for you as well?" He shook his head as he rolled his toothpick to the other corner of his mouth. "Some tea for me." She chuckled softly, amused that the tough stance didn't say everything about him. " Alright, I'll be right back." John sat down and grinned. "Is that funny to you?"

"A little." She jokingly confessed. "I barely made it inside and she's making fun of me already." John complained to Arthur, his grin never leaving his face. "And you wonder why?" Arthur joked while leaning back in his chair.

"I'm having tea as well, you won't be the only odd one out here." (Y/N) teased as she made her way to the small kitchen. "Yeah, go on, make that tea. It's taking you long enough. It could've been done in the time you took to mock me." John called out, continuing his banter. He could hear her laugh coming from the kitchen which made him chuckle.

Once she returned with the drinks, she sat down with the two brothers. "I must say that I'm happy that you're here." She smiled at them. "It's pretty quiet sometimes."

"Can imagine. Don't you get out of the house?" Arthur wondered as he took a sip of his whiskey. She shook her head. "No. I... I'm too afraid, honestly." She softly confessed. Both brothers looked at her, not expecting the answer from her. "Afraid?" John repeated. "He's really been that bad to you, hm?"

"I guess so, yes." She uncomfortably moved in her seat. "We can go with you." Arthur kindly offered. "No need to be scared then." (Y/N) looked up at him, touched by his offer but unsure of accepting it. "I appreciate it but I don't want to bother you."

"It's no bother. What about this afternoon?" He suggested as he watched her nervously fumbling with her fingers. "Well, okay then." It would be good to get out of the house for a while and she finally could buy some things for herself, instead of asking Polly. This could be a first step back to the independence she had missed. "I'll pick you up at 2 then, yeah?"

"Thank you." She smiled before taking a sip of her tea. John took the warm cup between his hands. "I can't come, gotta do somethin' for Tom but I'm sure you two will be okay."

"Oh please don't worry about it." She tapped her fingers on her cup before putting it down. "I was actually wondering..." She looked at the two brothers in front of her as her heart started beating faster. "So I have been thinking a lot since I'm here and I..." She didn't understand why the words were so hard to get off her lips. "I was wondering if you maybe needed a hand at the betting shop? I mean Tommy gave me some money for food and clothes but he can't give me money forever. Besides that it just feels... weird."

John and Arthur looked at each other as silence followed after her question, both seeming to think about her question. "I mean no worries if you don't need anyone else. I-I just can't sit here and wait, you know? I'd rather work for it." She started rambling as her nerves and the uneasiness of the silence got the best of her.

John picked up on her uncomfortable state and smiled kindly at her. "First of all, calm down. It's just us." He chuckled. "But that's not something we decide about, although I think we could use a hand."

"Yeah, Tom and Pol are the ones concerning this." Arthur added, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Oh.. well, I haven't seen Tommy in days so I'll ask Polly when she's here again."

"I can ask them for you." John offered before Arthur interrupted him. "Or we could go see Tommy later this afternoon." His words made her palms feel sweaty, she didn't know if it was a great plan to go see him in his house unannounced. That, and she wasn't sure if she actually wanted to go there. "I don't know if that's a good idea." She retorted, her fingers playing with the fabric of her dress. "I think he's pretty busy." Arthur snorted as he shook his head. "He always is."

"We'll ask him first if it's okay, yeah? Think that makes her feel better." John interfered, knowing that there was something he couldn't quite put his finger on. She looked up at him, a small smile tugging on her lips. "It does."

"You can just tell us, love. We don't judge." Arthur's gruffy voice spoke up as he patted her shoulder gently. She shifted her gaze to him and chuckled softly. "I should've remembered."

After John and Arthur had left, she went back to doing her chores. While she hung her dresses to dry on the laundry rack, she thought about their visit. She enjoyed their company and it felt good to have a laugh with both of them. It reminded her of simpler times and how carefree she felt, although she probably wasn't the only one. She noticed how Arthur's face showed many signs of the stress he was enduring and despite John acting like he was alright, she could see he was suffering from it too. But what else could she expect from living a life like theirs. It was their choice and they had to deal with the consequences, however, she couldn't deny the fact that she'd rather had seen them in another state.

The honk of a horn brought her back to reality. She looked up at the clock to check the time and realized that Arthur was already back to pick her up. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, got her coat and purse and made her way outside. The chilly wind blew across her face, making her shiver before she took a deep breath of fresh air. Or, as fresh it could get in Small Heath. She took in her surroundings before she looked up at Arthur who was holding the car door open for her, like a real gentleman. She giggled as she approached him. "What do I owe this to?"

"I'm just treating the way you should be treated." He answered, a proud grin on his face. "Well, thank you sir. I appreciate it." She chuckled as she got in the car. Arthur shut the door and got in next to her, starting the car. "Tommy said he had time for you now." She turned her head to look at him, his words caught her by surprise. "Now?" She repeated, Arthur nodded in response. "Yeah, now. He was supposed to be at the betting shop but something came up or something." He shrugged while driving off. "I don't know but doesn't matter. We're meeting him at his house now."

"Right." It was the only word that she was able to say. An uneasy feeling made her stomach turn. She anxiously twisted the ring around her finger, trying to ease herself. During the ride she elaborated on some of the things she and Arthur spoke about that morning while he told a bit more about his current life. It helped her to get grip on the restless feeling and compose herself.

It wasn't until he pulled up to the driveway that led to Arrow House, her nerves came back while she was stunned by the huge mansion that was in front of her. "This is Tommy's house?" Her mouth was slightly agape as she stared at it in awe, not comprehending what she was looking at. "It is." Arthur chuckled. "Pretty big, eh?"

"Yeah... pretty big." She repeated as Arthur drove trough the gates. He parked the car in front of the enormous wooden doors. "My god." She muttered under her breath as she heard Arthur chuckle. "You should see inside, you can get lost in there." He told her before getting out. She opened the door herself and followed Arthur to the doors where he'd just knocked on. Not much later an older woman opened. "Ah, Mr. Shelby. Come in, your brother is waiting for you in his office." She kindly greeted him as she stepped aside. "Thank you, Frances." Arthur smiled at her as he walked in. "This is (Y/N), an old friend of ours." He introduced her to the maid.

"Nice to meet you." (Y/N) smiled at the older woman who kindly smiled back. "Nice to meet you too. Can I take your coat for you?" Frances questioned. "I- Yes, sure." She answered, she took her coat off and handed it to Frances. "Alright, come on. Tom is in 'ere." Arthur spoke up. She shot another smile at Frances before following the oldest brother.

She felt her heart racing as the uneasy feeling grew. She had to reassure herself it was just Tommy but that was the whole problem. It was Tommy. She didn't know what she could expect. Before she had the chance to think about it, Arthur had opened the office door already. "We're 'ere." He announced as he walked in, getting Tommy's attention. He looked up from the papers he was reading and let his eyes wander over her frame once she had entered. "Hi." Her voice was soft, her hands folded in front of her body. She took a quick glance at his office. The dark furniture stood out against the green walls while a few paintings of horses accompanied them.

"You can sit." His low voice filled the room as he gestured with his hand to the sofa in front of his desk. She looked at Arthur before she made her way to the sofa and sat down, putting her purse next to her. She leant her back against one of the soft cushions and rested her hands in her lap before looking up at him. "I didn't know you had glasses." She noticed, trying to break the tension. "Arthur, if you don't mind." He nodded his head towards the door. "Yeah, okay." A low mumble fell from his lips as he followed his younger brother's order.

His eyes focused back on the woman in front of him. She glanced right back at him, not wanting to show him how uncomfortable she felt. "I've had an injury." He explained it in his own way. "What?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "The glasses. I need them because of the injury." He simply stated. "Oh, I didn't know." She awkwardly mumbled.

"You came here because you needed something?" He swiftly changed the subject, not wanting to waste any time. "I was wondering if you might need a hand in the betting shop. It would be a great way to work for my money." She explained as her fingers played with the fabric of her dress. Tommy leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on his abdomen. "I mean, I can't just live of your money forever, can I?" She added, slightly nervous.

"You can but the question is if we both want that." His tone was emotionless as usual. She felt herself getting annoyed at his comment but decided to let it slide, the sooner she got out of there, the better. "Well I certainly don't want to."

"Then I'm sure you could help us out." He sighed. "You remember how to take bets?" He asked, leaning forward to get his glass of whiskey. She nodded. "I do."

"Tomorrow, 8 AM then." He took his glasses off and put them on top of his papers. Despite the weird tension between the two of them, she felt relieved. "I'll be there." She was about to get up when he spoke up again. "How are you?" His eyes curiously scanned her face. She unsurely leant back against the sofa again. "I'm doing okay. You?"

He nodded slowly as he got up, walking over to the front of his desk, making the gap between them closer. He leant against the edge of the wooden desk and crossed his arms. "Me too. I heard Arthur offered to go out with you?" She kept his gaze a little longer before breaking it, letting her eyes wander over the floor. "He did." Tommy grabbed his cigarette case and took one from it. "That's a great step forward for you." He wetted it between his lips before lighting it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She couldn't hide the irritation in her voice. Tommy sighed before taking a drag of his cigarette. "I'm just saying that it's a good thing. Nothing more, nothing less." He put the whiskey that was in his hand on his desk while she moved to the edge of the sofa and grabbed her purse. "Whatever." A soft mumble left her lips as she got up. "Thank you for the job opportunity, I'll be there tomorrow morning." She didn't want to wait for his answer and decided to made her way to the door.

"(Y/N)." He stopped her by grabbing her upper arm. She turned her head to face him. "Yes?" Her annoyed tone indispensable as she watched the smoke ascend from his lips. "What's wrong?" His question was supposed to sound genuine, like he actually cared about what she thought but instead she was looking at a face that showed nothing and listened to a voice that matched it perfectly. "I don't know, Tommy. You tell me."

"Is it about what I said that night?" His hand still rested on her arm, the warmth of it confused her. "That and the fact you just disappeared for days." He turned to put his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray before turning back to her. "I wanted you to see what has happened to you."

She rolled her eyes as she shook her arm out of his grip. "And you thought that was the way to do it?" Her voice remained calm while she felt her body tense up. "Let's be honest, you wouldn't listen to it in any other way."

"Let's be honest and reverse it, shall we? Have you ever looked at yourself? Because you're a ghost of the person you once was as well and you're only becoming worse." She returned the questioned he asked her a few nights ago. Perhaps it was unfair, she knew exactly what he meant and his harsh words were supposed to be a wake up call but it still didn't sat right with her. Tommy stared intensely at her as she came closer. "And don't you dare to tell me that I don't understand what you've been trough. Because I was fucking there." Her calm voice seemed to break while her nails were digging into her purse.

"I said it because you deserve better." He specified while standing up straight. "Because I know how much it hurts you and because I don't want to stand at your fucking grave, regretting that I didn't say anything." She scoffed at his words, they were almost the same. He was just repeating them again. "Oh fuck off." She shook her head. "And with deserving better you mean yourself, don't you?"

He kept quiet for a moment while he looked into her eyes. "Tell me you didn't feel the same things as I did." He dared her. She felt his breath on her face, realising how close they were. "I don't know what you mean."

"You do. Now, tell me right now you didn't feel the same." She took a deep breath and looked down. "I didn't." The touch of his fingers on her chin alerted her, he tipped it up so she had no other choice than to look at him. "Look in me eyes and tell me again." He encouraged her, her eyes finding his as words got stuck in her throat. She did feel it, all of it but it must've been a moment of weakness. She couldn't have those feelings for him after years and if she did, she didn't only lie to herself but also to the man she promised to marry.

She leant into his touch, their faces only mere inches away from each other. "Say it." His voice was soft but demanding, her lips parted slightly but no words came out. Tommy closed the gap and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She had been waiting for this since they exchanged knowing gazes the night of their dinner.

She dropped her purse before she let her hands rest against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and a heartbeat that matched her own. Her lips discovered his. The soft feeling of them against hers, mixed with the intoxicating taste of cigarettes and whiskey, was one she had missed for so long. His hand moved from her chin to her cheek while the other found its way to her waist, pulling her closer. Her tongue carefully grazed his lips, almost begging him for more. While he granted her access, their tongues explored each other curiously. A soft moan left her mouth while her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tommy deepened the kiss, his arms sneaking around her waist, holding her tightly against his body. Her fingers ran trough the longer strands of his hair, softly tugging on it until she felt his lips leaving hers. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, finding him looking back at her, his lips slightly apart and swollen from their intense contact. It took her a few seconds to realize that she needed more. More intimacy, more of him and only him.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, pulling him back in for another kiss. Lips crashed together, gentleness made place for neediness, both ready to devour each other right in that moment. His hand fumbled with her dress while hers slid under his suit jacket. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, kissing her skin exactly the way he knew she loved it. Moans that came from her mouth only proving that he was doing the right thing.

As soon as she was able to get rid of his suit jacket and it hit the floor, her hands ran trough his hair, nails raking over the back of his neck as he softly sucked on her skin. She was lost in the moment until realisation struck her. "Tommy..." It sounded more like a moan than she intended to. He continued to kiss up to her jaw, his fingers struggling with the opening of her dress. "Tommy...wait." Her voice came out as a stammer, lost of any stability.

She felt his breath against her cheek as he had stopped kissing her. "What's wrong?" His low, hoarse voice gave her goosebumps. "I-I think we should stop here." Her eyes scanned his face, noticing his flushed face. "Alright." He pressed a soft kiss on her neck before his warm hands left her body. She took a deep breath and adjusted her dress while Tommy picked up his jacket and put it back on. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to give off the wrong signals." She apologized, picking her purse up from the floor.

"You didn't. I think you've told me enough with this." He responded, a knowing look in his eyes. A blush crept onto her face, turning her cheeks a rosy color. "Right." She mumbled as she took in the man in front of her once more. "You might want to get your hair a bit decent before Arthur comes in." She suggested, looking at the mess she made of his dark hair.

He ran his fingers a few times trough his hair to fix it. "I think he has seen worse things than that." Tommy deadpanned. "I don't want him to think that something happened." She confessed, her fingers nervously sliding over the straps of her purse. "Let him think." She nodded, unsure of what to do next. She glanced around the office before breaking the silence. "Well, I'll be at the betting shop at 8 then." She watched as Tommy lit a new cigarette and nodded. "Great."

As she turned to make her way to the door, Tommy spoke up again. "If everything goes well, I need you here tomorrow evening at 7." She turned back to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Dinner." He simply stated. Her lips turned into a small smile, which she tried to hide. "I'll keep my schedule empty."

She walked up to the door, giving Tommy a last, quick glance before leaving his office. Once she closed the door, she still wore the smile he managed to give her. She looked around the large hallway, trying to find a glimpse of Arthur. Besides the amount of portraits she hadn't noticed before, there was no sign of the oldest Shelby. That was, until she heard a low grumble coming from the dining room, followed by a few curse words.

"Fuckin' 'ell." (Y/N) entered the dining room, stunned by the longest table she had seen accompanied by many dark, wooden chairs. Above the head of the table she found another portrait of Tommy and a horse. "What happened?" She asked as she walked over to Arthur, who she found on his knees on the floor. "Dropped the fuckin' cup." He was holding the shards in his hands as he got up. "I don't get why they give me these smoll cups." She couldn't help but chuckle. "I hope they weren't too expensive." She joked, earning a smile from Arthur. "Ah well, Tommy can afford some new cups. Anyway," He put the shards on top of the table. "Got the job?" He questioned, hopefully looking at her. "I did." She smiled. "I can start tomorrow."

"Isn't that great news!" He exclaimed while he pulled her into a hug. "Welcome back, sister."

The car ride from Arrow House to the market felt much more relaxed, the tension was gone and after some banter with Arthur, she felt the best she had felt in months. While Arthur reminisced about the past and how his life in Small Heath used to be, she couldn't help but think about the kiss she had shared with Tommy. It was something she didn't knew she needed so badly. She never found the exact feeling he gave her with someone else and although David came close, it wasn't the same.

"Do you remember?" Arthur turned his head to look at (Y/N), getting her attention. "I- Yes of course I do." She lied, no clue what he was talking about. "You almost killed me." He laughed as he focused his eyes back on the road. "I hope you're better with guns now because I don't want to experience such a thing ever again."

She finally grasped what he was talking about, the memories of the brothers teaching her how to use a gun was pretty much an event itself. "Yeah, I'm still sorry about that. I panicked." She chuckled. "Me too." Arthur laughed. "It was only a few centimeters between life and death."

"I remember Polly wasn't too happy when she saw all of our scared faces when we came in and you made it even worse with your awful lie." (Y/N) giggled at the thought of the disappointed look on their aunts face. "Well Finn, could've fired the gun, ya know."

"Finn was with her the whole time." She countered. Arthur gave her quick glance as he thought about it. "Ah yeah, that was it." His answer made (Y/N) laugh. "Good ol' times." He chuckled as he parked his car on the sidewalk. She looked at the street in front of her, many market stalls stood on each side of it and a crowd of people were curiously looking at them. She just had to do it, after that it would become much easier. She took a deep breath and got out of the car, Arthur did the same and waited for her in front of it.

"Have you been here before?" She asked while she walked up to him. "I'm not the type of man that likes to go shopping." He chuckled. "I see." A smile formed on her face. "What about your wife?"

"Sometimes, although she prefers the smaller one, closer to home." He answered. She wanted to ask him another question when a young man approached him from behind. "Mr. Shelby? You have a flat tyre." He pointed at one of the tyres of the car. "For fucks sake." Arthur grumbled as he walked over to the back of the car, inspecting the tyre. "Fuck."

"Everything alright?" She wondered as she came up to the side of the car. "I have to fix this, love. It might take a bit of time." He replied as he looked up at her, she could see the guilt in his eyes. "It's fine." She looked at the crowded market over her shoulder before looking back at him. "I can go by myself."

"Are you sure?" He wondered, getting a nod from her in response. "If you stay here, I think I'll be alright." She gave him a nervous smile. "I won't but also can't go anywhere." He joked, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I can help." The young man offered. "Might be even quicker then."

She looked at him and nodded before switching her attention back to Arthur. "I'll meet you back here." It sounded more like a question. "Yes ma'am." He gave her a reassuring wink. She answered his gesture with a small smile before making her way to the market. The grip on her purse tightened when she went up in the crowd of people, making sure to avoid any eye contact with anyone, only looking at the products vendors tried to sell.

While she passed the various stalls, the sun appeared from behind the clouds. Warm sunrays caressed her face, natures way to give her a needed embrace of comfort. A sigh escaped her mouth as she felt the tension on her shoulders lessen, a kind of lost confidence within her growing at the same time. It was the first time in weeks that it felt like everything would be okay.

She continued her walk past the stalls, buying flowers, food and even treated herself on a new dress. While having a brief conversation with the kind lady who stood behind the stall, she quickly glanced over to the spot where Arthur had parked his car. Although she could barely see him due to the people who blocked her view, it seemed he was still busy with the flattened tyre. After she finished her conversation she decided to go see one more stall before returning back to the car. She felt proud of herself that despite the fear of going out, she did it on her own. Just like she used to do.

While she turned around, her heart dropped and a cold feeling filled her senses. She turned back, her eyes frantically looking for Arthur as she pushed past a few people. A sickening wave of terror welled up from her stomach. She quickened her pace until someone blocked her path, a hand kept her from moving by holding her arm firmly. "There you are. I've been looking for you."

Her widened eyes looked in disbelief at the man in front of her. "David..." She tried to look past him, hoping that Arthur would've seen them and was on his way to come help her but he wasn't. "Why don't we go talk, hm?" He gently stroked his knuckles over her cheek while she tried not to flinch. "No, let me go." Her voice came out softer than she had hoped, all the confidence she had felt moments ago had left her body within seconds.

"Listen, we can play this the easy way or the hard way." His voice sounded kind but his eyes told her otherwise. She fought herself out of his grip and quickly ran past him, hoping to reach Arthur as fast as she could. She didn't came far as she had hoped when she got yanked back by her wrist, his other hand grabbed her neck harshly. They earned some questionable looks from a few people but nobody dared to speak up. She could feel his breath against her ear as he forced her to look at the car in the distance. "Hard way then." His grip tightened even more. "You see that guy who's helping that Shelby scum?" He growled in her ear, she nodded quickly in response.

"One order from me and he makes sure that changing a flattened tyre is the last thing Arthur Shelby will do. Understood?" The threatening words and immense fear brought tears to her eyes. "I said understood?" He shook her harshly. "Y-yes." She croaked out, her lip trembling. "Great, lets go somewhere quiet." He pushed her towards an alley, away from all the people who were her only chance for help. Once they were out of sight, he turned her around and pressed her back hard against the brick wall behind her, making her drop some of her groceries. A soft whimper left her lips as she felt a stinging pain in her back.

He trapped her with his body and grabbed her cheeks harshly between his fingers. "What a fucking surprise to find you here." His eyes were dark, spewing the anger that was raging inside him into her frightened ones. "You really think you'd be safe with Thomas fuckin' Shelby, didn't you? Is this why you met up with the bastard?"

She tried to shake her head but he restrained her from doing so. "Fucking speak!" He barked at her. "N-no, we just-" She panicked as she watched his face come closer. "You what?" He spat at her. "We just talked. It's true, everything I've told you, i-is true. It really is." She blurted out, afraid of what his next step could be. The morning when he forced to tell her what she had done the night she met with Tommy, playing in her head.

A humorless laugh fell off his lips. "You're going to tell me you just talked to someone we are trying to get rid of, then you run away from me and now you're living in his fucking house. Is that what it is? Because that’s exactly what it sounds like to me!" He narrowed his eyes, the grip on her face tightening. "What have you told those god damn gypsies?! Or were you working for them all along?! Like the fucking whore you are!" Her body trembled while he screamed at her, her hands pulling onto his, in hopes that he would let go of her face.

"I didn’t say anything. I just couldn't take it anymore." Her voice trembled with fear. "Couldn't take what anymore." He hissed. "The beating. It was too much." A few tears ran down her cheeks when he let go of her face and took ahold of her wrist. "But darling, you did that to yourself." He wiped away her tears with his thumb while she tried to turn her face away from him. He firmly grabbed her jaw. "See, you're doing it again. You never listen."

"Stop, David." She begged. "I don't want this anymore. Please. I don't want to marry you." A small smile appeared on his face as he shook his head. "Oh, don't say stupid things now." He lifted her hand, his fingers tapping the shiny ring on her finger. "Why are you still wearing this then?" Her eyes fell on the ring while she gulped harshly. "Because I didn't know. I-I didn't know what to do."

"Exactly. You know damn well that you want to go trough with this, you still love me. If you really wanted to end this all you would've got rid of it the moment you got in that fuckers car." He let go of her hand and took a step back while her eyes followed him. "You know I should take you home now, teach you a lesson about running away like a fucking child." He paused his sentence as he looked at her with the most vile look she had ever seen. "But since you wanted to play it the hard way, you'll get it the hard way."

He opened his coat, the holster of his gun appearing underneath it. Her heart starting beating faster and her lips began to tremble, she wanted to run but she stood frozen in the same spot. He took another gun out of his coat and held it up while he inspected it just a second too long. "David, please. I-I'll just come home, okay? I’m so sorry." He looked up at her and chuckled. "Oh, this one is not to kill you, love." He tapped on the gun holster underneath his coat. "However this one might."

He stepped closer to her, grabbing her hand while forcing her to take the gun from him. “You’ll show me how sorry you are.” The cold metal touched the skin of her trembling hands, her glossy eyes still focused on his face. “What do you mean?” Her voice was barely a whisper, scared of whatever he wanted from her. “You’re going to take those Shelby’s out. One by one.”

"No...No no, I won't. I refuse to do it." Tears streamed down her face. "I'll come home and I'll do whatever you want, I promise. I'm sorry David, I really am. I don't want to get involved in your business." She tried to hand him the gun back but he pushed her back into the wall behind her, a soft groan left her lips from the sudden impact, the other belongings in her hand dropping on the cobblestones. He shook his head. "Look at you, I can't believe you think that tinker's lifer is worth more than yours." He clenched his jaw while he wrapped his hand around her throat, making it hard for her to breath. "You have no choice. It's a fucking order. You brought this upon yourself, once again. Now deal with the fucking consequences."

She tried to tear his hand away from her throat but it only resulted of him tightening his grip and cutting of her air supply while she was scratching his arm in panic. "You don't want to be the reason each of your family members will end up with a bullet in their head, do you?" He stroked her cheek gently with his other hand until he released his other hand from her throat. She gasped desperately for air while more tears streamed down her face. "I'll give you 3 weeks." A sick, twisted smile grew on his face as he watched her regain her breath slowly.

"Look at the mess you made." He pointed at the stuff she bought, scattered all over the cobblestones. "Pick it up." He demanded as he watched her try to gather everything together, all while still trying to catch her breath. He let his hand rest on her back, making it seem as a nice gesture before giving her a firm push which caused her to fall hard. Her knees scraped over the stones, leaving a tear in her dress. A soft sob left her mouth before she looked up at him. He towered over her, looking at her like she was just a piece of garbage, unworthy to be even treated like a normal human being. "Midland next Thursday, 9AM. You can tell me about the progress then."

She watched as he walked away, leaving her alone in the quiet alley. He had humiliated her, like he had done so many times before but this time it wasn’t even the worst thing. He forced her to get involved into his problems or rather forced to solve his problems and there was no way for her to win. More tears fell down her cheeks while her trembling hands picked up her belongings. Her eyes fell on the gun David had forced upon her, she wanted to leave it there, far away from her, from everyone but the fear of him finding out was too big to ignore. She grabbed it and stuffed quickly into the side of her bra, safely under her dress so that Arthur wouldn't see it.

Arthur. Fuck. He was probably looking for her. She got up and took a deep breath. While she adjusted her dress she noticed that the tear in her dress stood out too much to hide. She had to think of something to tell him, just a quick believable lie. She made sure her coat covered her dress while she wiped away her tears. Her hands gripped tightly on her belongings before she left the alley and returned to the market.

While she walked back, she saw Arthur coming her way with a worried look on his face. "There you are. I was looking for ya." She smiled kindly at him while she tried not the break down the moment she heard his voice. He noticed her teary eyes and her ripped dress. "Are ya alright? What happened?" She looked down at her dress before looking back to him, a sigh left her lips. "I fell."

"I've walked back and forth over this damn market and hadn't seen a sign of you once. Where did you fell?" He asked, his suspicion raising. "I was trying to find a favorite spot of mine." She lied. "I came there often when I was little." Arthur looked at her. "You came here often?" He asked again. "With my grandma, yes. But I tripped and fell on those fucking cobblestones. Let me tell you, it still hurts as bad as when we're little." She joked while a soft chuckle escaped her mouth.

Arthur thought back at the painful childhood memory. It made sense, the ripped dress, the teary eyes. She must've fallen. He put his hand on her shoulder, his way of showing comfort. "Are you alright?" He sincerely wondered. "I'm alright."

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your-nanas-house · 3 years ago

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Ride part 2

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 728

Summary: Jerome calls Y/n

Note: sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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It had been days since that night, that amazing night, where that thing happened in that car with the beautiful y/h/c girl.

Damn, Jerome remembered every moment of that night, how the windows were fogged and how her boobs were bouncing so fucking beautifully with every bounce on his cock.

He couldn't wait to hear her beautiful voice again and call her, which was why he'd managed to get a phone and had waited until he was alone to dial the number he had written in his diary, waiting for a response

beep...beep...beep

At the third beep a voice answered, her voice "it's Y/n…who am I speaking to?" Jerome hinted a smile, stopping to walk around the trailer leaning against the wall "hello, beautiful" Y/n lied down on the bed slightly confused "who-" she stopped hearing Jerome's giggle, hinting at a smile "Jerome? ".

The ginger smiled wider as he made his way to his bedroom "correct, doll... why the surprised tone, didn't you expect me to call you?" she giggled, resting her head on the pillow "honestly?...not really actually".

Jerome chuckled, staying to talk to her on the phone for a while; that's how began their daily routine of calls and texts, getting to know each other better.

"You know what I was thinking about doll?" the ginger was alone again and was lying on his bed looking at the ceiling "what to do this afternoon? " he chuckled softly shaking his head even though he knew she couldn't see him "try again" Y/n hummed as she thought, smiling when another answer came to her mind "that you want to eat a chunky monkey" the ginger laughed again "don't make me hungry, doll...that wasn't what I was thinking about" the girl rolled over on her bed, lying on her stomach "what were you thinking then?" Jerome's voice lowered as he opened his mouth again to answer her "that night we met, the images don't leave my head, doll, I've been thinking about it for months now, god, I want to hear you again, see you, feel you, see your perfect boobs, your perfect body on top or underneath mine" he growled softly, imagining the scene "can you imagine it, cupcake? ...you and me completely naked.... again" he chuckled darkly as he continued to imagine the scene like a movie while keeping his eyes closed "it would happen at your house or in my trailer so we'd have more time, I'd kiss you until you suffocated, I'd rip your clothes off to see that fucking gorgeous body again, we'd move to my room if I didn't take you against the counter or the wall of the trailer first, I'd rip you open with my big cock after eating you out, playing with your beautiful cherry" he lowered his hand, starting to unbutton his pants and slipping a hand inside his boxers, starting to stroke it slowly letting out soft grunts "I'd make you scream and moan like it happened in the car but definitely louder, your face would be contorted from so much pleasure" he started to stroke it faster while imagining it.

…He moved slightly away to catch his breath continuing to thrust in a fast and deep rhythm, finding himself pushed by Y/n and ended up sitting on the couch looking at her slightly surprised but amused "what are you-" he groaned loudly when she sat down on his lap, taking his cock completely, starting to bounce as she kissed his neck "you don't have to worry about anything, I'll take care of you" she speeded up the rhythm moaning with each bounce, placing her hands on his chest as she moaned his name making him reach his peak quickly…

Jerome's small daydream stopped when he realised what was happening, rolling his eyes back as he heard Y/n moaning his name, speeding up his strokes even more, coming with an animal groan exactly when she came.

Y/n moved her hand away from inside her panties, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath "you're a bad influence, ginger" Jerome chuckled while cleaning everything and adjusting his pants again "Am I?… when we see each other again it'll definitely be different, dollface" Y/n chuckled, biting her bottom lip "I'll take that as a promise".

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years ago

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Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do.

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub.

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it.

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch.

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me."

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile.

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you.

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back.

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in.

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart."

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in.

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously.

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently.

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess."

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back."

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while.

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation.

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?”

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?”

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing.

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.”

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?”

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone.

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it.

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept. "I'd love to!"

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Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one.

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee.

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint.

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife."

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop.

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess."

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please."

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?"

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened.

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey.

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.”

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!"

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess.

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person.

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need.

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When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him.

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command.

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.”

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth.

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.”

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him.

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position.

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?”

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you.

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need.

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need.

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation.

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?"

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you.

"More, please, master."

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't.

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth.

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them.

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper.

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel."

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make.

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are."

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you.

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him."

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you.

"There you go. That's my good slut."

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now.

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh."

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you.

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated.

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise.

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off.

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

#felix smut #stray kids smut #yandere!felix #dom!felix #sub!reader #stray kids angst #felix angst

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sabugabr · 3 years ago

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Brazilian's Inland Cinema and It's Unique Beauty (3/3)

Continuing from part 2...

So, to wrap this all up and lock it with a golden key (Brazilian saying) I'd like to talk about a Brazilian work from the 2005 whose central themes were the Brazilian imaginary, folklore and popular culture:

HOJE É DIA DE MARIA (TODAY IS MARIA'S DAY)

aka the series that seemed very much for children but actually WAS NOT MADE FOR CHILDREN AT ALL and therefore traumatized a whole generation of kids who watched it thinking it was for kids and were ROUNDLY FOOLED

But at the same time it is one of our most beautiful productions

THE FIRST JOURNEY

Hojé é Dia de Maria was inspired by folkloric and mythical elements present in popular orality tales, to tell the saga of Maria (Mary), divided in two journeys.

The series adapts folk tales and festivals, mixing theatrical scenarios with an aesthetic derived from the study of the imaginary of dreams.

This festival is called Folia de Reis (King's Revelry), where people in monstrous costumes dance frantically incorporating the demons that run the earth on the 6th day of the year. This festival is very common in the countryside of Brazil

In the first journey, Mariazinha, still a girl, loses her mother and lives between her stepmother's malice and her father's drunkenness in the Sertão. Seduced with honeycombs (that later turn into gall) her stepmother buries her in her traveling father's land and there grows a very green grass. When her father returns, passing through that land, he hears the girl's singing and digs her up, resurrecting her.

This culminates in Maria's escape, who runs away from home to chase her heart's desire: find the fringes of the sea. Her only companions are the Virgin Mary (who appears to her in the figure of her mother) and a big, silver bird, her protector.

Along the journey, when helping a flute seller recover his shadow, that had been stolen by the Devil, Maria ends up arousing the fury of the Devil himself, Asmodeus, "The Lord of Missteps", who starts to chase her in his multiple facets.

And one of the tricks Maria uses to recognize the Devil's disguises is his characteristic walk — in popular culture it is said that the Devil can only walk sideways.

After being tricked by the girl multiple times, Asmodeus casts a curse on Maria: He steals her childhood. Blood runs down Maria's leg, and suddenly she turns into a grown woman.

Lost in a land where the sun never sets, the now adult Maria finally arrives in a kingdom where she manages to build a new life, always accompanied by the silver bird. (and not knowing that all along, her father had abandoned everything to go after her, repentant and covered in grief)

There, Maria quickly matures and finds security in herself, matching her new exterior.

If you can/want to, please watch this video (I subtitled it). It's a perfect example of the translation of the latina life into the imaginary, and you also get the chance to hear a Cordel being beautifully recited. And yes, that's her father over there. Long story

Things change when the kingdom's castle — inhabited by metallic creatures cursed by a selfish prince doomed to wear an iron mask — offers a big ball. There, the Prince falls madly in love with Maria, who also steals the heart of a young Saltimbanco (a kind of minstrel)

She refuses them, for by drawing an arrow that she found trapped between the feathers of the silver bird, Mary calls the night back to earth. And in the dark of night, the bird transforms into a young man (entitled to a Beauty and The Beast - like scene), whom Maria discovers to love.

And I'm telling you, their dialogues could make Shakespeare BLUSH. And I'd like to add that all the quotes I'm putting here in the original are in rhymes, but as I lack the necessary English grammatical knowledge, I couldn't translate rhyming and I'm devastated. So please pretend all these phrases are rhyming, will you?

But as he only assumes human form at night (while by day his destiny is to roam the land like a bird and etc etc), Mary divides her days between inhabiting the realm of Men in the sunlight, and meeting her love in the ethereal light of the moon.

And yes, ONCE AGAIN your eyes don't deceive you, yes, it's Rodrigo Santoro again. Look at him go

And then a lot of things happen, but to make matters short : The Devil discovers that he is still unable to defeat Maria, and intimidated by the growing love between her and the bird-man, he turns her into a child again — because, envious, he ican't withstand a power greater than his own.

Night is banished from the land, and Maria, now a child with no memories of her adult life, finally finds the Sea. And then she begins her second journey.

THE SECOND JOURNEY

This part will be briefer, because from now on things get absurdly sad and it makes me sad, so basically what happens is:

Jumping into the Sea, the little Maria arrives at a very strange land, where she encounters a sleeping giant. Maria is swallowed by the giant and enters the "real" world for the first time, finding herself in a strange city inhabited only by puppets.

Here, the Devil takes the form of the puppet-master, who shelters Mary for occult and dismal purposes. She is forced to work for him, pretending to also be a puppet, and then Maria discovers violence, consumerism, the exploitation of minors, female oppression, market laws, greed and war. (and yes, the puppets are SCARY AS SHIT. That played a big part in the childhood trauma stuff I mentioned at the beginning of the post)

She finally manages to flee from the horror of her plight, and encounters a noble knight errant, Don Quixote Chico Chicote, defender of poetry and justice, who tells her: “It is through dreams that we go"

Yes, it's Rodrigo Santoro again. There's a big metaphor going on here, guys

Don Chicote wanders the world, accompanied only by a stray dog, seeking justice and crying out "Hail the Human Heart!", being ignored by everyone. IT'S SAD AS HELL, SO I'LL SKIP THE DETAILS

Maria becomes Don Chico's squire, he makes her manage to trust and dream again, and they hold to one another. They leave on a journey: She seeks to return home, and he seeks to fly and to find his loved one: Dulcinea Rosicler.

Several bad things happen, they fall into the sea, and finally they return to the beginning — the Sertão. As Don Chico lost all his memories in the fall, now is Maria who protects him.

Together, they build wings for Don Chico, who takes flight with his beloved, reunited at last. Maria finally catches sight of her house, and in a final clash with the Devil, she embodies Jorge da Capadócia (Saint George), a HUGE popular figure in Brazilian folklore (he's the one who goes to the Moon to slay a dragon). You can find in Brazil a lot of popular images in which the dragon figure is replaced by the Devil. But back on track

A lightning flashes, a curse is lifited, and the little Maria wakes up in her bed, out of a strong fever, in her loving father's arms. The end.

IN CONCLUSION

Taken to the extreme, this work perfectly translates what would be our fairy tale. If you want to watch Today is Maria's Day (you can easily find it subtitled on the internet, and you can watch the sub Emmy trailer right here!), I'm sure you'll recognize several elements that came from European tales (this post only covers the bottom of this fable), but represented in a very, very different way. Such as the case of the Magical Realism, we made these tales our own. They are ingraved in our culture, beautifully.

Both Hoje é Dia de Maria and O Auto da Compadecida stand out for me because they can translate the imaginary of a colonized culture, and if you decide to watch any of these works, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do, or that my posts can somehow help you understand them better!

Once again, thank you so, so much for reading!!!

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cocobutnochanel · 4 years ago

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Brother | 18+

Genre: smut, slight fluff, discharged!Kyungsoo

Characters: Do Kyungsoo x Reader (oc: female)

Summary: Heartbreak makes you do crazy things like getting drunk with your friends and letting yourself loose. But with Do Kyungsoo back in town, letting yourself loose was a wrong move.

Warnings: alcohol intake, smoking, profanity, mature themes, sex scenes, one night stand

Kink List: drunk sex, unprotected sex, oral (male & female receiving), boob fetish, clothes destruction fetish, creampie, one night stand

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

Authors Note: Soo is finally discharged and this AU was inspired by it!

"Fuck." You mutter a curse under your breath when you feel your lungs constrict and your vision blur. "Where the hell is Chanyeol?!" You hiss when another pang hits your head.

You were slightly drunk and you were at a stranger's house. Break-ups were never nice to you which was why you needed breaks like these. Chanyeol brought you to a classmate’s house who was having a large house party for the football team's victory. You were here with your cheer team too but this would've been more fun if you came along with Jongdae and Minseok.

As if on cue with your thoughts, you hear Dae's voice. "Y/N! Yeol said you'd be here!" You see him walk inside the crowded kitchen you were in.

"Daedae! Mini!" You slurred, making him and Minseok laugh. "You were having all the fun alone, huh?" Minseok teases you which you respond with a grimace. "He's here.." You were sick to the stomach at the thought of your ex again.

Junmyeon was a nice guy. He was the best boyfriend to you even. You had bo idea what went wrong that he suddenly broke up with you. But that was the thing with good boys, they will mess you up good because you never saw what you were getting in the first place. You'd think it's all rainbows and cuddles. It's not, Junmyeon proved you that.

Minseok gives you a red cup with booze inside as his way of comforting you. "Thanks." You wink at him and at his attempt of cheering you up.

"If I didn't know better, I'd be mad at Chanyeol for leaving you alone but I know he's probably making out with the house owner." Jongdae sighed, looking at you with pitiful eyes. "I'm okay, Dae. Y'all can hook up all you want but please drive me home after." You laugh at him.

"Who's the house owner?" You ask him, remembering what he just said. "You don't know? He was your lab partner in bio." Ah! Now, you remembered. It was Baekhyun, the golden boy. He was a guy like your ex, Junmyeon: straight As, student-athlete and school councilor. They were the kids your parents compared you to and you paled in comparison.

You couldn't imagine your friend, Chanyeol, being with a guy like that. He was perfect, Chanyeol fucked whoever he liked. "Calm down. They're hooking up, not getting married." Minseok said before your drunken thoughts ran further in your head.

"God, why did I drink so much?" You ask them with a wince. Jongdae only sighed and looked at you with eyes full of pity once again.

"Stop with the pity, we came here to party." Minseok rolls his eyes at Jongdae and drags you two out of the kitchen and into the dancefloor.

The stench of beer and sweat clouded the air. The music was loud, making your head pang but your hips swing. Jongdae puts his arms around you and Minseok as you swam through the crowd with heads bobbing to the beat. It was a feeling you knew but longed for. The drunken euphoric feeling. It made you forget your ex was even here.

"Wooh!" Minseok hoots while dancing to the music that was deafening yet comforting at the same time. You match his energy and let yourself loose. It has been a while since you've been this free.

You feel the alcohol get to you. You had the sudden urge to get out and breathe.

You eye Jongdae who was having a good time with Minseok. "I'll just get some air.." You point outside and they just nod.

You make your way through the dancing crowd and find the main door. You walk out and finally, you have the oxygen to inhale. "Ugh.." You groaned, cracking your neck.

Walking to the front porch, you see a number of partygoers here too. Just like you, they needed air too. You spot an unfamiliar man with a bottle of beer in his hand. You wouldn't have the courage to approach him if you were sober but you weren't. The booze Minseok brought have officialy kicked in and it's giving you confidence.

It was dark but it was obvious that he was handsome and buff. "Hey, I don't know you." You stupidly greeted him, making him laugh heartily. Doe eyes, heart-shaped lips, defined jaw, thick eyebrows. He wasn't just handsome, he was a lot of it!

"I feel the same." He jokingly answered you when you neared him. You mentally curse yourself at how dorkish you approached the good-looking guy. "What I meant was you're probably not from our school?" You tried to explain and he nodded.

"I'm long out of school, kid." You snicker at his nickname for you. It's not like you're a literal child! You were a senior and nineteen now. He talked like he was 70 too, when in fact, he looked barely 20.

He notices your sneer and he laughs again. He offers you his free hand and your eyes widen at that. "Kyungsoo." He says his name with a glint in his eyes. A naughty one, at that.

"Y/N." You shyly answered, taking his hand too. "Smoke?" He shows you a box of cigarettes and you shake your head at that. "I'm still buzzed." You smile at him and he nods, taking a stick to his lips.

He lights it singlehandedly and starts sucking some of it in between his lips. "What's a grown man doing at a high-school party?" You jokingly jeered at him, trying to get back at him with the 'kid' nickname.

"Picking up my brother." He chuckles in between puffs. "Isn't your brother a senior like me? Can't he go home himself?" You pry further. "Strict parents." He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

You nod at what he said, running out of things to say. You really haven't seen him around despite your neighborhood being small. But you guessed it was because he was older and people around here left after high-school.

"Why are you out here?" He asked out of nowhere, cigarette still in his fingers. "Needed air." You breathe out and look at the empty sky above you.

"Wanna get out of here?" He says, tapping on his cigarette stick. You were surprised by his offer. It wasn't that you were unattractive but you didn't sleep around. You weren't the type to be asked to things like these.

He chuckles lightly at your shocked face. "What? You're gonna stare at my face the whole night?" He jokes, sucking his cigarette in for the fourth time. You didn't know what was taking over you but you knew you couldn't stop it. You were drunk and you were feeling a little hot. This handsome man wasn't helping either.

You inch towards him, the moment he breathes out smoke. You get on your tiptoes and kiss his perfectly plump lips, tasting nicotine and alcohol on them. Like him, it was addicting. The kiss was addicting.

You suckled on his bottom lip causing him to hold onto your neck. You hear him moan against your kiss and you smile at that. To tease him, you get back to your original height and stop kissing him.

"It's bad to tease a deprived man." He eyes you and the skimpy hot pink silky dress you were wearing. "Deprived?" You laugh at him. "I just got discharged." He smirks which surprised you. He was from the military? That explains why he's buff.

Unable to stop yourself, you get on your tiptoes to meet his lips once again. This time, he responds with much more fervor.

He throws away his cigarette stick and grabs your face in place with both hands. You groan against his touch as his fingers roam around the sides of your body. His touch drove you crazier and braver.

Without breaking the kiss, he guides you to his car and lets you inside. After a minute or two, he distances himself and starts walking to the driver side.

Your lips instantly felt the absence of his touch and it drove you nuts. You wanted him, all of him, now. The car roars to life as he started pulling out of Baekhyun's driveway.

"Weren't you supposed to pick your brother up?" You ask despite the growing hunger inside you. "He's a senior, he can go home himself." He smirks, mocking your question earlier.

You smile amusingly at how he's so charming. Well, he charmed his way into your pants in less than ten minutes. What did you expect?

The hunger inside you pushed you to be braver. You never did anything like this inside a car but you guessed there was always a first for everything. You bent down which surprised him.

You unzipped his pants and his 8-inch member sprung to life when you let it peek from his boxers. He was hard after one kiss? Well, he was right. He was indeed deprived. The reddish tip looked swollen as it twitched in your hands, begging you take it in.

Lust took over you and you let your tongue roll off its head. You hear Kyungsoo groan and it drives you crazier than you already were. You gather your hair and hold it yourself since he was driving. Your head bobbed up and down as your lips enveloped his cock.

"Holy shit." He speeds down the street as you let your tongue swirl around the erection. You smile as your tongue ran around it, making it harder for him to control.

His hips bucked as you taste his precum oozing. Salty, bitter but satisfying, you thought. He finally pulls up into a garage and the car stops humming.

He puts his pants back in place and drags you out of the car, his lips meeting yours as soon as you step out. "Jump." He growled. You obey him and interlace your thighs against his torso. He carries you inside the house and up to his room without breaking the kiss.

His hand rested on your bottom, alighting an unknown flame inside you. He throws you onto his bed and hovers above you after. You squirmed under his lustful eyes. You knew you wanted more. You wanted him.

You were on some unknown high the moment he tore your silk dress apart effortlessly. His eyes skimmed over your body like a beast eyeing his prey carefully and you, the prey desperate to be devoured.

You arch your back when his fingertips met your bra. His eyes were glued on your face and every reaction you made, his erection throbbed even more.

He ripped your underwear aggressively. You wanted to worry about what you will wear after this since your dress and undies were now ruined but lust clouded your judgment.

His hands roamed around your body and you whimpered like a cat in heat. "Fuck." He curses under his breath when his warm palms massaged your breasts. "Kyungs-soo." You stuttered while still squirming under his touch.

"What do you want, baby?" He growls, looking at you with dark eyes. "I-I want you.." You begged but he smirked. "Later.. I have to spoil this baby first." His teasing eyes left yours as he went down on you.

You feel his tongue flick your clit as if he was testing waters. You quivered at that contact while his hands still on your boobs.

His teeth grazed your wet pussy as you felt him smile against it. His hold on your chest even became tighter, making you moan and arch your back even more. "Sweet." He commented, licking his lips and making it touch your clit at the same time.

He ate you out while you squirmed under him, your fingers in his locks. You close your eyes when he starts pinching your nipples. "K-Kyungsoo!" You couldn't help but scream in pleasure as a wave of release washed over you. Your thighs trembled and your eyes roll back when you finally feel something come out of you.

"Kyungsoo, I want you. God." You breathe out as he starts teasing the tip of his dick against your throbbing pussy. He bows down to suck your nipples and you whimper for the nth time tonight.

He senses your need and desperation. Finally, he enters you which surprises you. Your eyes widened at the impact when he filled you up to the brim, making him grin mischievously. He starts thrusting slowly, feeling every inch of you inside.

He picks up his pace as he holds your thighs in place and his mouth still on your nipples. You moan repeatedly while he pounds you harder and harder. "Soo!" You scream when he started biting your hard peaks.

It doesn't take both of you long to come at the same time. He groans one last time as you feel his hot liquid fill you up.

He pulls out, juices dripping out of you making him smirk in satisfaction. He heads to his bathroom and take a shower as you unknowingly doze off in his bed, soreness and his scent enveloping your bare body.

Blinding sunlight woke you up. You flutter your eyes open and see an arm draped over your stomach. Kyungsoo, you remembered.

"Fuck.." You whisper when you spot your torn dress and underwear on the floor. You wondered what the hell you would wear now that Kyungsoo just destroyed everything.

Your soft voice woke him up. His face looked so much better under the sun that it did last night. If you didn't know better, you'd even think he was innocent and soft. Yet you knew how he rocked your world last night said otherwise.

He gets up, still in his boxers. "Good morning." His groggy voice was hot and you couldn't deny it made you feel something you felt last night.

"Good morning but first, what will I wear now?" You bite your lip nervously. He chuckles at your worried face. "Here." He gives you a black hoodie and grey sweatshorts from his closet.

"These are mine now?" You ask him while slipping them on. It was weird wearing clothes without anything underneath but you had no choice.

You open his door and get out of his room. "No, silly. It's an excuse to meet again." He growls in your ear which makes you giggle. He was flirting with you the next morning. This was more than just a one night stand, you thought.

"Have breakfast with me?" He brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You smile at how he can be so sweet. "You aren't a deprived man anymore. Why let me have breakfast here?" You teased, earning a smile from him.

He goes up to you and kisses your neck as he leads you to his kitchen. His lips started darting upwards to your jaw and you couldn’t help but let out tiny moans. You were about to meet his lips with your own but someone interrupted.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice thundered from his kitchen. You whip your head around yet Kyungsoo stays unbothered, his lips still suckling your sensitive jaw.

"What the hell are you doing with my brother?" Junmyeon glowers, a smirking Kyungsoo teasing him. "Jun?" You ask with so much disbelief in your voice. You knew he had a brother but you had no idea who it was or where he was.

"Didn't your dumbass break up with her already?" Kyungsoo smiles as he snakes an arm around your waist visibly, eyeing his brother mockingly. "Yeah but-" Your ex wasn't able to respond when he was cut off by his own brother.

"Your loss, bro." Kyungsoo chuckles.

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hellotherepalpalpals · 2 years ago

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Brought Together by a Five-Year-Old (Dean Winchester x F!Reader) Part 9: The Holidays

Dean ran back and forth down the hallways of Wilson Elementary, from the gym to the cafeteria to his room and back. He could feel himself starting to sweat but there was too much to do, he didn't have time to worry about how disheveled he looked. The school had decided to push the Thanksgiving dinner back and merge it with the Christmas pageant. It was every teacher's nightmare. The board had claimed it cut costs and made the holiday season less hectic, but they had only given the staff and students a weeks notice so Dean didn't really understand how it made the season easier for anyone other than the board.

He frantically searched his room for the Santa beard that Alesteir had forgotten. He dug through the boxes of toys and craft supplies before finding the little white bundle in the back of the room, underneath the bookshelf. There was no way it had gotten there accidentally. Dean rolled his eyes, positive that the little boy had tried his best to hide the beard, probably just to create more drama and chaos before the play began, mischevious little shit that he was.

He wiggled himself under the shelf, grabbed the beard and was about to scoot back out when he heard a small cough from the room behind him. Jumping at the noise and his attempt to turn to see the person he hit his head on the underside of the shelf. Groaning, he shuffled out and looked behind him to see who had caught him in such a compromising position. Of course, because he had the most rotten luck, he turned around to see two small, sneaker-clad feet accompanied by two larger feet in sensible heels.

Raising his eyes he realized it was none other than Castiel and Ms. Novak. Why they were in his room, he had no idea. The woman should've been in the gym with the rest of the parents, and Castiel should've been backstage in his elf costume. But, he supposed, these were the Novaks and they did whatever the fresh hell they wanted.

He brushed the dust off of himself and stood up, offering his free hand to Ms. Novak. Her eyes flicked toward it with disgust, and he gave her a sheepish smile before retracting his hand. He let out a breath and spoke, "Hello, Ms. Novak. What's going on? Shouldn't Castiel be in his costume? The show is starting soon, I'd imagine you'd like to get a good seat."

Ms. Novak looked down her nose at Dean, tilting her disapproving jaw in the air and tutting, "I most certainly do not want a "good seat" to this heretical performance! Why have you decided on such a sacrilegious work to present to us during this holy season? My Castiel should be an angel in a nativity scene, not an imp in Santa's workshop!"

Dean took a deep breath, met Castiel's cowering eyes and let it out, "Ma'am, we are a public school and we aren't affiliated with any particular religion. We try to encourage children to be accepting and knowledgeable about different belief systems and cultures, so we felt it was best to refrain from a Christianity related Christmas play. The board decided that a production of Elf would be perfect for the kids and wouldn't push any sort of agenda."

She huffed angrily, "It is pushing the anti-Christian agenda that has been plaguing this country for far too long and I won't have it ruining my Christmas season."

Dean fought the urge to roll his eyes, biting back some choice words before responding, "Well. It's a bit too late to alter any of the plans for tonight, seeing as the show starts in..." He glanced down at his watch and deflated a bit, he had wasted so much time here already, "twenty minutes. It's also a decision that's entirely out of my hands, though I wouldn't change it even if I had the power to. We need to teach tolerance and acceptance from a young age, and if that means putting on Elf instead of a nativity show then that's what'll happen."

The woman was turning red with frustration, and obviously wasn't happy with what Dean had to say but frankly, he was exhausted, of this day, of the play, and of Ms. Novak's shit. And while he couldn't quite tell her that, he decided that he had every right to run his classroom the way he wanted, so long as he wasn't infringing on anyone's freedoms or beliefs; and she couldn't tell him otherwise. "So, if you have nothing else to say, I'd like to take Castiel back to the gym to get him ready for the show. And I hope you choose to stay and watch, if not for anything but your children. They've been working very hard on this performance."

Ms. Novak looked appalled at Dean's insolence. She huffed and turned toward her son, "I will allow you to perform and I will stay to see it, but you must promise me an hour of prayer when we return home."

Castiel nodded sullenly and held his hand out for Dean to grab. His mother straightened her back, turned up her nose, and led them out of the room. Dean was sure she'd take the issue above his head and was only acting semi-cordial now to feign a sense of security for him but, at the moment, he couldn't care less. It was the first time in this hectic fucking week that he had felt at all empowered and in control, and that was worth any barrage of complaints Ms. Novak could send his way. The group marched down the hallway, splitting up at the gym so Dean could help Castiel get ready and Ms. Novak could find a seat.

"Fank you Mistew Winchestewr." Dean almost missed the little boy's gratitude because he expressed it so quietly. He looked down and saw that Castiel was staring at his feet shamefully. Dean crouched down, putting his hand on the young boy's shoulder, "Cas, bud, what's wrong?"

Cas glanced up but dropped his eyes back down to the ground almost as quickly, "I... Sometimes... Sometimes I don't like my mudder vewy much. And that's not good. God would be mad at me."

Dean felt his heart tear in half at the tears brimming in the child's big, innocent, blue eyes. Cas sniffled and stayed focused on his shoes. Dean lifted Castiel's head with one hand, wiping his tears away with the other, "Cas, it's ok to not like people sometimes. We all fight, we all feel mad and sad because of other people sometimes. God understands that. He made you, and he gave you the ability to feel these things. He wants you to feel. It's what makes us people. You're a good kid, Cas. You don't need to worry. You can try not to let other people affect your feelings though. If your mother starts frustrating you, just take a few deep breaths and remember she has feelings too. And she loves you. Very much. And you've always got me to talk to, buddy."

Dean noticed Cas's lip quivering and pulled the boy into a hug. Cas clung on to his teacher and sobbed once, breathing heavily. Dean held on until Cas let go. The boy looked up at him, a hesitant but grateful smile on his face. "I wuv you Mistew Winchesterw."

Dean had to take a moment. Now he was going to fucking cry. He took a deep breath and looked at Cas with eyes full of affection, "I love you too buddy, now let's go get you ready for the show, ok?"

Cas nodded excitedly and ran off, pulling Dean behind him. Dean giggled and followed the happy boy to the backstage area. Cas stopped next to S/N and Kevin, who were already dressed in their elf costumes. The boys twittered and helped Cas get himself pulled together. Dean had to smile at the comradery and genuine care the boys showed for each other, god little kids were so pure. He fucking loved his job, despite the annoying parents and stressful weeks like this.

The show went on without a hitch. Dean was incredibly proud of all of his students, especially Alesteir and Gabriel who happened to land the parts of Santa and Buddy, respectively. He wasn't surprised necessarily but they were on the younger side of the students who auditioned. But both had quite the flair for dramatics. Regardless, both children put their hearts and souls into their characters, as much as two six-year-olds could, and he was impressed.

After the show, he ran into Sammy and Peter. The three men were chatting when Dean felt a small tug on his pant leg. Before he could turn around he saw all too pleased smiles creep up on the faces of his friend and brother. He rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who must be behind him and finding it hard to stop his heart from racing at the thought. Lo and behold, it was the ever adorable S/N, still dressed in his elf garb, and his darling mother. And there goes Dean's heart. Faster than ever. Y/N looked absolutely radiant in a pair of very well fitting jeans, not that Dean was looking or anything, and an oversized but somehow still flattering holiday sweater.

She gave him a small wave, smiling sheepishly. "S/N couldn't bear to leave without saying hi to his favorite people." She explained with a shrug.

Dean couldn't help himself, he smiled so wide his face hurt a bit, "His favorite people? I'm honored." He knelt down to pick the young boy up in a bear hug, which was quickly turned into a group hug when Sam wrapped his long arms around the two. S/N excitedly proclaimed this and gestured for Peter and his mother to join in. Peter chuckled and put a hand on Sam's shoulder, making it clear that was his sole contribution to this mass show of affection. Y/N hesitated, a smile slowly making its way onto her face. Her son pulled out the puppy eyes, prompting Sam and Dean to do the same, to which they happily obliged. She sighed and moved closer to the group.

Dean felt his heart speed up and he shifted S/N over so that he and Sam were both holding the child. This freed up one each of their arms, which they opened so that Y/N could be accepted right in the midst of the hug. Y/N giggled, her face bright red, and sighed again before entering the hole they had made just for her. Dean wrapped his arm around her and could've sworn his heart was about to pound out of his chest. He was so close to her. And damn, she smelled heavenly. He took a breath in, closing his eyes and trying not to make it obvious that he was being a total creep and smelling her. Her scent made him feel at ease. He felt so at home, in the arms of this woman, her child, and his brother.

The group broke apart after a moment, far too soon for Dean's liking but he also realized how incredibly odd they must've looked. Y/N was still blushing like mad, making her even more adorable, in Dean's humble opinion.

She calmed herself and then threw on a smile, "Sorry to cut this interaction short again but we kinda have to get home, I prepped a pretty big dinner to celebrate-" She trailed off as S/N quickly signed something at her. She appeared to be weighing her options before answering the boy with a quick nod of her fist, the sign Dean had learned (thank you Google) to mean 'yes'.

Y/N cleared her throat lightly, "Well, as I was saying, I prepared a pretty big dinner to celebrate S/N's performance, and, well, you three are welcome to join us if you'd like."

Dean's heart soared. Another dinner. Another evening spent with her. Another chance to get to know her better. Sam looked at Dean, silently asking if it would be ok for him to accept the invitation as well. He thought it sounded nice and Jess was gone visiting a friend for the weekend. Without words, the two agreed that they would both go.

Peter spoke up before the boys had a chance to, "I'd love to, but I actually have a dinner date planned for tonight. Another time hopefully."

Dean whipped his head around to the older man, "A date? Peter you sly old dog! Who's the lucky lady?"

Peter smirked, "Maybe you'll find that out later, παιδί μου. We'll see how tonight goes first. I should get going, or I'll be late." And with that, the man shuffled out the door.

Dean stared after him in awe. "I can't believe that."

Y/N laughed heartily, "Honestly, I can. He's a real charmer, I bet he's got all the elderly women swooning and calling Life Alert."

Dean turned to her, astonished, before breaking out in deep laughter and having to steady himself on Sam, who had also begun to laugh. Y/N chuckled, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

"So, would you two like to join us for dinner?"

The brothers stood up, wiping tears from their eyes and steadying their breathing. Sam nodded, and Dean replied, "We'd absolutely love to."

Y/N smiled brightly and S/N began to rock back and forth on his feet with anticipation. He grabbed his mother and Dean by the hand and started pulling them toward the door, "Let's gooooooo then!" The three adults chortled at the boy's enthusiasm and followed him out onto the street.

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Game Start! The Seven Lords: Tales From the Wailing Woods

Oh, you'd like some more mature games? Ah, let me see if I can find something for you...

Here we are, follow me. I didn't get the chance to decorate for it but I did have this lil' guy installed before Halloween rolled around. Yeah, it's more of the gory sort. Why don't you take it for a spin?

(While I'm finishing up editing some fics, here are some headcanons I worked on with my roommates and discord friends! They helped my write this while my burn was still healing as well as helped edit. Each of them helped on the parts of the brother they simp for the most. Except Satan's part, that was all this resident Tantan simp. They don't use most social media platforms or have any they want me to credit it to, so I'm just going to thank them here. I know Halloween was like, around a month ago now, but this idea rooted itself in my head and won't leave >:( . I did still have fun with this though, as a person who does enjoy horror/violent games from time to time. Personally not too big on most movies though, mainly just the older ones.)

Movie Magic (Obey Me! Brothers x Actor/ess/ex!Reader)

Content Warnings: Blood and light to heavy injury(Makeup), false organs outside of body, false lost limbs, surgical themes, body horror, general horror themes and elements, threats of violence. Mature(?) Content.

(I am aware reading about gore does not equal actually seeing it, but I am a very detail oriented and descriptive person. Even if these aren't particularly things that are too descriptive, I'd rather warn without need than not warn and trigger or upset someone. I will not be attaching any sort of disturbing gifs or images. All specific content warnings will be attached to each brother's part.)

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Lucifer: Afraid of My Dreams

(Cw: Blood, light gore/injury(gashes), knives, death)

The script was fairly simple, the typical trope-y and classical horror movie.

You were particularly excited for this role. Not for the type of movie, but for your placement in the plot itself.

Sure, you had starred in one or two before, but this time you were going to be the main character!

The movie itself was a cliché story, in which the main character keeps seeing things in their dreams that keep coming back to haunt them in real life.

Throughout recording the whole thing, you had become quite close with the rest of the cast, even the person playing the killer.

Tonight was the night that you were filming the ending, in which it would be revealed that the killer had been your friend's boyfriend who had been overhearing things about your dreams from her the entire time.

The scene in particular you had been filming had you sprinting through a rather fancy home in which your other rich friend had just been killed in. Your character was supposed to be injured and running for their life, as the camera crew filmed a few shots of you struggling to get away while the boyfriend was monologuing about how "this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't rejected me last year." Classic cliché there.

What was supposed to happen was that you would escape into a room full of your rich friend's family, who happened to drop by to surprise her, and protect them by finally killing the killer instead with the knife you had snatched from the kitchen. Then, the family would rush them to the hospital in which they had been recounting their story to the police.

When the bright white light engulfed you, you assumed maybe the lighting crew had turned the lights up too high.

The Student Council Members were beginning to grow a little bored as they waited on the last Human Exchange Student. Barbatos had continued to reassure them that he had been waiting for the best moment to summon them. According to the butler, the Human Lucifer had selected was quite the busybody and they needed to wait for the perfect moment. But, as the portal finally opened up and the person they had been waiting on emerged, Lucifer couldn't help but think that maybe the butler didn't know a thing about timing.

Bloodied and battered, the human pitifully limped through the portal. They shielded their eyes with one arm, coated in deep gashes, while another clenched a butcher's knife firmly. Diavolo practically leaped out of his seat and over the table, calling for one of them to get medical attention as he ran towards them. Lucifer quickly followed suit, as while he didn't particularly care for humans, he didn't want part of Diavolo's dream to die before it even started. But, not one of them could expect the supposedly dying human's response.

"Y-you must be Grace's family. Listen you've got to get out of here. He's killed Grace and- and he wants me now." The human panted. Their pupils were heavily shrunk and darted around as they spoke. Suddenly, they whipped around and pointed the knife at the air behind them. "I won't let you kill anymore innocents, Nathan! You- ... you uh..." They had been practically roaring before, but now they were stumbling over their words as they were met with not a door, but a wall.

Their posture straightened as they ran a hand through their hair, no longer struggling to stand and they muttering to themselves for a minute. "Damn it, sorry guys. Can we get another take on that scene? I think the light guys had it too bright up there." They rubbed their eyes as they turned around to face the small crowd before them. "I must've stumbled a bit too far when I came through the door." As they blinked, their eyes struggled to focus in the low lighting of the room. All the while the crowd in front of them stood silently. "Uh, you guys aren't that mad right? Sorry, I'm not used to playing these kind of big roles, but this is only the third take. So go easy on mee.... oh."

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with the knife they held in their hand. The human couldn't help but shift awkwardly on their feet, realizing the people before them were not the actors they had met prior. At first, they had assumed they had stumbled onto another set by accident, but the house they had rented for the movie was an actual real place this time. It wasn't even located anywhere near any towns or rural areas, the closest building was a farm whose residents had already been informed about the movie prior to filming. "Hey, listen. How did you guys get on set? We're filming here." "Set?" "Yeah? For a movie?" ... "So you aren't dying." "No? This is just makeup that the team worked really hard on. I'll make sure to tell them that you think it's that realistic though. Now let me find my boss, and he can tell you-"

"Oh, this is definitely not the set."

Lucifer didn't really know how to feel when you suddenly dropped the act and tried to usher them off set like that. His pride was insulted that he had rushed over with concern, only for them to try and usher him and the others off like a group of trespassers. Yet, you looked just as confused as the rest of them. It took an explanation from Barbatos to clear the air finally, but he couldn't help but wonder why the butler hadn't cut you off earlier.

After introductions went through and pushing you off onto a startled Mammon, he went back through your files. It must have slipped his mind that you worked in the acting industry.

It will take a while for him to admit it, but he was kind of impressed with your acting talent. If they happen to have any thing sort of acting club or play auditions going on at RAD, he might slip a flyer for it under your door when you're out of the house or asleep.

You don't even need to ask him to sit down to watch any of the movies you're in if they're the right type. If you've been in anything that meets his personal requirements for a film, he's probably already seen it.

That being said, he will openly critique any of the films you've been in. You'd think he was a professional movie critic with some of the things he tells you.

If Diavolo lets you go back and forth between the two realms in order to finish the movie, he'll very likely be tagging along to make sure you don't spit out the secrets about the Exchange Program. This also includes if you happen to go to any interviews or Opening Night events. Get ready to have a "is this celebrity dating this guy???" scandal when you get back from the program.

Lucifer may make a decent co-star in another movie, but even if he had asked the director there wasn't any real way for the writers to squeeze him into the current movie's main plot as a main character with how close to finished it was. The closest the two of you could get would be including him in at the ending and small flash forward scenes, as the boyfriend who fully supports you while you recount the tale to the police. Despite being a side character, the internet seems to love him based on the amount of edits of you two.

Mammon: 'Til Afterlife Do Us Part

(Cw: False missing limb, mild gore, exposed internals, description of rotting corpse)

Zombie movie with a romantic twist? Sure why not. You've starred in far stranger roles anyway.

The director had requested you personally to audition for the role, as you had starred as a side character in one of his favorite zombie tv shows. He had told you that the movie itself was inspired by your character, and how he loved your performance both while you were travelling with the main group and after you were turned yet kept by one of the main characters.

The character you would be playing was fairly similar to the latter part of your previous role, but it further expanded on letting you be more than a brains devouring zombie. As long as you didn't have to wear the muzzle and handcuffs the whole time again, you were happy.

It had taken quite a while for the makeup team to finish up your heavily detailed makeup, but excited butterflies filled your stomach as you made your way on to the set. The crew had already filmed most of the scenes leading up to your appearance, and now all there was left to do for the day was film you meeting your love interest. You had been in the background in a few scenes as a little teaser, but now was your real star moment.

You had been lying on the ground amongst the other "zombies", with your character pretending to be dead. Your fellow zombies were killed by an attack by some army troops, but your character had enough humanity left in them to carry out faking your demise to ensure your survival. You laid face-down in the dirt, body slack and unmoving as you waited for the next scene to begin. Faintly, you could hear the director calling out the cues in the background, and prepared yourself to keep your body limp.

As the actor sloppily scooped your "corpse" off the ground, you struggled to keep your composure. A small part of you wanted to ask for a redo of the scene so he could pick you up properly, but you and your co-stars were already tired and you didn't want to drag this out any longer. But, if you thought being carried weird would be the worst part of this scene, you would be very, very wrong. He tossed you over the fence as directed, but instead of landing on the soft pile of fake corpses, your body slammed against a hard floor.

You felt dizzy and your head throbbed, but you couldn't bring yourself to move for some reason. Did they decide to skip the scene with you rolling off the pile and landing in front of the protagonist?

Deciding to just roll with the punches, you waited for the love interest to make his entrance and continue the scene.

The Student Council really didn't know what to think now. There was supposed to be a human being coming out of the portal, skin flush with natural color and at most unconscious with all of their limbs. Not a dull, lifeless corpse dropping unceremoniously on the floor, lacking one of it's hands and having bits of exposed bones and organs. It remained unmoving, just laying there.

Whispering broke out amongst the members as they attempted to figure out what to do with the body. The first idea had been to just give it to Beelzebub, but they didn't want to make one of the youngest members of the House of Lamentation devour something that seemed like it had been for quite a while. They didn't want the Avatar of Gluttony to potentially get sick. They finally settled on an idea, one that might manage to teach a certain late demon to get to the meetings on time more often.

Mammon crinkled his nose on the body on the floor. It didn't emit any sort of rotting smell, but appearance-wise it was very much dead. "Why the hell do I have to dispose of the damn body?!" He huffed, nudging it with his foot. "Maybe you wouldn't have to do this if you weren-" Lucifer's lecture was cut short as the second-born let out a high-pitched shriek. One so high that anyone in the room hoped there were no animals in the vicinity.

Now, the Avatar of Greed wasn't one to be shocked by dead bodies. He'd seen them plenty of times before, likely even ones in a much worse state than the one before them. The rest of the room were mostly just confused, until a low groan sounded from the ground. Looking down, they saw the remaining hand of the corpse clenched tightly around Mammon's ankle. He stood there, frozen in shock, before panicking and desperately kicking to get it to release its grip. One of those kicks just so happened to give them a good knock on the skull.

"Ow fuck! Dude, you're totally going off too far script here. Oww...." The previous moaning was now replaced with a rather pissed off voice. One that while tired, didn't sound fully dead. They raised their arms to cradle their head, rolling onto their side. "Z-zombie!" Mammon squeaked, scrambling backwards until his back hit the table behind him.

"Uh, Yeah? We've been filming all week how did you forget the plot so soon? Seriously man, you were doing really well earlier today. I would say lets get ready for another take but my head's killing me." They sat up slowly before looking around them.

"Did they throw me into another set? Damn it, sorry guys."

It takes a bit of convincing for Mammon to be sure that you weren't some sort of re-animated corpse from a graveyard. They could've gotten some actor/ess/ex 's dead body or something. He may hate horror movies, but he's seen enough to know what a zombie looks like!

He finally relaxes after all of the makeup crew's hard work has been taken off. Now all you have to worry about is how huffy he is to be your babysitter.

When he finally warms up to you, he searches up your name to see if you're in any movies that are popular in the Devildom. If you are, you can bet that he's going to plead with you to let him sell your autograph to your fans down here, at the right price of course. Mammon may even try to get you to be in a few of his modelling shoots as well. It's not like he wants to be close with you or anything though, he's just trying to get you into his schemes and stuff 'cause he wants some extra Grimm! It's not like he hung up one of your autographs in his room or anything.

With enough pleading, he might sit down to watch one of your movies that's not too scary. He might "accidentally" unplug the tv if you are a part of a romantic subplot.

If Diavolo lets you go back and forth in order to finish off the movie, Mammon is none too pleased. Lucifer almost definitely wouldn't let him go alone with you to the Human World, and he'd quite huffy in the background as you acted out your on screen romance with your co-star. If he didn't have such a distinct personality and mannerisms or if he knew the script, he may have tried to possess the love interest just to take his place. And if he does end up spending a moment of alone time with you there in public, the celebrity dating rumors are almost 20x worse than if you went up with Lucifer. Sure, the eldest may have given you fleeting romantic glances and brief gentle touches, but Mammon is practically glued to your side if you aren't working.

Though he's a model, he would likely struggle with the role if he were to somehow actually replace your love interest. Unless they're meant to be a character that's face goes red at the slightest gentle caress or vaguely romantic scene, only to immediately deny it.

He will not leave your side at all at Opening Night. You caught him growling at one of your co-stars once when they got a little too close to you. Mammon does his best to deny it, but a cameraperson happened to be a close enough to catch the sound on tape.

Leviathan: The Amnesiac Prince

(Cw: Light gore, false stabbing, blood)

Starring as the main character in the movie adaptation of a popular novel series was nerve-wracking. Even though the first movie had received glowing reviews, you couldn't lie that you were worried.

Your cast members did sense your nerves and kept an eye on you, making sure to reassure you and check on you when you needed it. It didn't matter if it was during scenes or interviews, they treated you like a second family. You did your best to support them in the same way as well.

You had finally reached the climax of the film, where you would be filming one of the most looked forward to parts of this particular volume of the series. The scene in which your character was dying, only to be saved by a kiss and healing spell from a mysterious stranger.

This particular scene was stumping you and your team at the moment, as even though they had gone through multiple castings, they couldn't find the right person to play your love interest. The reasons ranged from the director not feeling like they fully fit the character, them simply not putting their heart into the role, forgetting their lines far too frequently, and many others.

The rest of the cast had lost count on how many actors they had gone through to get to the current one, and how many more they would go through as well. You honestly were just hoping that you would at least find the right person soon so you wouldn't have to suffer through another awkward interview about the current delays on the film.

You received a gentle pat on the back from one of the makeup artists as they finished, giving you some words of encouragement on your way out. Making sure to grab the right props, you moved to the proper spot and waited for your cue.

As you ran through the first take for the scene, a small voice in the back of your head wondered why it felt warmer in the room than before. But you ignored it to focus on the sword-fighting scene at hand. When the prop sword "plunged" itself into your abdomen, you dropped to the ground and rolled into the secret compartment that another character had opened in a different scene. Though the landing was rougher than you imagined, you were too tired to care and focused on properly delivering your performance.

The Avatar of Envy may have had a strong preference for reading manga over most books, but something about Young Adult novels drew him in. When the movie version of one of his favorite Human World series had come out, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it greatly. Sure, he would have preferred the adaptation to have been animated, but the amount of hard work and dedication that had been put into the first film had him waiting on the edge of his seat for the next. Even the script was almost a near replication of the original dialogue!

As Leviathan sat in the Student Council room, awaiting the last Exchange student, he scrolled through the latest news about the novel. He bit back a soft wail as another headline announcing a delay in production popped up on his feed. Even the reassurances from the interviewed cast didn't soften the disappointment he felt, reading that the director was still being picky about a later character's casting. Before he could mutter anything more about wanting to head to the Human World to give the director a piece of his mind, Asmodeus nudged him with his elbow to pay attention while the exchange student finally made their way through the portal. He couldn't deny that his heart skipped several beats when he saw a familiar person roll into the room, stopping to clutch a deep wound on their side that dripped steadily onto the floor.

What kind of Reverse Isekai was this? One of his favorite characters was here, in his world, bleeding out in front of him. Leviathan couldn't decide whether to faint on the spot or run to them, but his feet moved before his brain and carried him to their side. "Have you come to finish me off?" They hissed, feeling the presence of someone behind them. Levi recognized the line off bat, as it was one of the only times the main character showed any true hostility to a stranger. "If so, please be quick. I'd rather not bleed out personally."

Now, he knew the line the came next, but should he even say it? Would it make them feel more at home if he recreated the scene for them? He paid enough attention to his online classes to know a decent healing spell or two.

Well, he had already acted on instinct to get where he was now, may as well go with it and play the role of the mysterious stranger. People already used that role as a sort of self-insert anyway. The character was meant to be the stoic, strong type, so perhaps if he acted more like Admiral Leviathan rather than Otaku Leviathan it would be more convincing?

"Not going to beg for your life?" "As my Master would say, a mage should die with honor." "A mage, huh? There's not many of your kind still left alive after the Queen's decree." They chuckled feebly, before groaning and clutching their wound. "Can we get this over with?" "Hmph." Leviathan raised his hand to the wound, whispering one of the incantations he remembered from class. Though it wasn't the spell used in the books, it would at least work to close the gash. It must have been effective, since he couldn't feel the torn skin when his fingertips grazed their hip. "You... Why did you help me?" They rolled to lay on their back, but Levi didn't move quite fast enough out of the way so they ended up laid against his lap. "It would be a waste to allow one of such strong potential to die here." "I... Thank you, kind stranger. If there is anything I could do to repay you, just say the word." "Could I perhaps, steal something from you?" "Steal? I have no gold or goods on my person." "No, nothing of that sort." His hand moved to hold their chin. This was it, the kiss scene. He just had to kiss them... on the lips. "T-this." As their warm breath grazed across his face, he couldn't maintain his Admiral persona. He chickened out just as quickly as he had leaned in. Levi tried to slip out from underneath them and cover his face, but he felt a comforting pat on the small of his back as he suddenly pulled away.

"Hey, that was really good! That's the best take we've had on this scene since we started filming. You really embodied the character." They smiled up at him. "...Scene?" "Yeah, the whole kiss scene and everything. Let's say we do another take and try again. Remember, our lips don't actually have to touch, just close enough for it to look like it to the camera." "So you're not the Grand High Mage, Gladiolus?" "I mean, technically no? That's Gladiolus's title in the fourth book, not the second. Or did you mean that I'm not the actual character from the books?"

They did not receive an answer, for he had fainted the second they sat up.

Leviathan avoided you for quite a bit after that, until he absolutely needed to interact with you in order to get his money back from Mammon. Even then he couldn't look you in the eye. Though you weren't the character yourself, if you were he'd probably still be this embarrassed.

He wants really badly to ask for your autograph though, but he's too nervous to just outright ask for it. Play your cards right, and you may not even need to do the TSL quiz in order to get his pact. Some incredibly exclusive merch that only the cast and their close friends can get? And it's signed by the author? Make sure to sign the box too before you tell him where you want the mark. (If you manage to get the director to work your new "tattoo" in the character's movie design, he will cry tears of joy. HOL will flood with his happy tears.)

If you are comfortable with it, he'd ask you to cosplay with him. Not just the character you're used to playing, but any he'd feel you would pull off well with your acting talent. Maybe surprise him in a Ruri-chan outfit and do your best impression if he's having a bad day.

If your other movies are in a similar vein, he's likely already them. Please let him talk your ear off them, he's just so excited to have someone to talk about them to who both knows what he's talking about and also cares about the topic. Even if you weren't too great in them, he'll still sing your praises in every title. He'd also like to hear you speak about it as well. The demon is bouncing in his seat with a beaming smile directed at you while you tell him some exclusive behind the scenes stuff.

You will have to do a hell of a lot of begging if you want Leviathan to come to the Human World as your companion during filming. And, if you really think he'd fit the role of the stranger, you'll need to beg even more to even more people if you want that dream to come true. Including Leviathan himself.

For the sake of this, imagine a perfect world in which the two of you do in fact star in the film together. The cast and director love him, and are sure to support him like they did with you. Your beloved shut-in gains a little more self confidence after all of this, along with the honor of playing a character that many people love. If he was not the Avatar of Envy, the title may as well has been divided amongst his brothers while he was gone.

You take him out for dinner to celebrate rather than taking him to Opening Night. You'd rather not force him into an incredibly crowded event with cameras everywhere because you know how uncomfortable he feels in social heavy situations. If he'd prefer it, you're also fine with just staying home and cuddling instead as well.

The media views you as a sort of "maybe couple", since the two of you are very close but also avoid a lot of the typical PDA things and the press in general. A photo of you two linking pinkies in public did go viral though.

Satan: Frankensatan

(Cw: Body horror, blood, caps)

When you were offered the role, you were surprised at the plot. A witch fails repeatedly to make a single pact out of the 100 demons she's summoned, and takes matters into her own hands. When her friend arrives to drink tea with her like they do every weekend, she knocks them out and takes them to her basement. By the time they awaken, they are something that is definitely not human.

You and your fellow cast members have already run the whole "Frankenstein was the doctor" joke into the ground long before any news of the movie had gotten out there. The internet being, well, the internet, had mocked the movie for the title alone for a good week, long before the trailer was even going to be ready to be released. It quickly moved on though, choosing to use its 5 second attention span on something else. Despite the internet poking fun at the movie, it inspired you even more to do your best. And it seemed your co-stars shared the same sentiment.

The makeup and costume departments had done a fantastic job on the whole patchwork demon look as well. Though you were meant to look like a sloppily stitched and fused together demon recreation, they made it look like so realistic. Your favorite part had to be the wings and tail, both of which were mechanical and controlled by a remote hidden in one of your ripped gloves.

It felt almost cathartic to be so close to finishing the film. There were a few more scenes after this, but you personally were waiting for this scene. Your character was going to chase the witch through her large home, fully intent on killing her. The demon she had finally managed to almost get a pact from had seen your character in the basement, and ran for their life without looking back. So, now that she had no protection, they would enact their revenge.

As the camera followed her running down the staircase in front of you, you shouted your lines after her. Once she was fully gone, you took a deep breath and went over the lines for your monologue as you waited for your cue.

Satan would have much preferred doing something else that day, rather than waiting around for the last exchange student. He had downloaded a good amount of e-books the night before, much to his otaku brother's dismay, and would be far happier reading them in his secret spot where he fed stray cats often. Most of his curiosity regarding the human only extended to if he could use them to piss Lucifer off.

The solution to his boredom arrived sooner than expected, as well as louder than expected. Wooden boards splintered beneath them as they fell through the portal on the ceiling, landing on all fours. The Avatar of Wrath wasn't sure if what he was seeing could fully be described as a human, which was what was meant to arrive. The best he could say was that it was a vaguely humanoid creature, but the oddly demonic features that it bore confused him. He was still trying to analyze their features when it began to grumble and growl.

"It is time to face the consequences of your actions, old friend. One cannot play God and get away with it." They rose slowly from their position on the ground to stand on just their legs, but their head still hung low. The position gave the him and the rest of the Student Council a better view of them, giving them a full look at the rags and chains they were dressed in as well as the stitches lining their body. "You made me into this... this thing. And for what?! So you can have more power than you already have?!" They snarled, expressing their anger with their hands- no, claws that flung around wildly. Scarlet droplets flung off of them as they swung them about, spattering onto the mess of splinters on the floor. The way their tail lashed violently behind them and their wings twitched only added to the appearance of their rage.

An angry sob choked its way out of their throat, and their arms went to shield their face. "I was human! I was always supposed to be a human! Not.. not..." They hiccupped. "I... I thought we were friends. We were friends for years! I've known you since we were kids damn it! I know you couldn't manage to make a pact to enhance your magic and shit, but this? This?!" They began to stumble towards the group, slowly shuffling through the broken planks. "I'm sick of it... Sick of this..." Satan could feel the Wrath coming off them in waves as they approached the Student Council. Oddly, they seemed to be heading straight for him. He knew that they couldn't kill him if they tried even in his human form, but he felt tempted to end them on the spot for their audacity. They finally stopped when they reached the edge of the table, beginning to dig their claws into the wood as they leaned forward.

"I'm going to rip you to shreds, and sew you back together just like you did to me. Over, and over, and over again, as many times as I please. You wanted a demon didn't you? Let's go to hell together! Hehehe...hahahaha....AHAHA-" They had finally raised their head to begin manically laughing, only to lock eyes with a random male that was absolutely the witch they were pursuing.

Quickly, they stepped back a straightened out. "Ah, I'm so, so sorry about that. I told the director that we shouldn't have done this scene today so that if I accidentally fell into the wrong room I wouldn't interrupt a different movie." They brushed themselves off as they apologized, pressing a few buttons on the device on their hand that seemed to cause the wings and tail to stop. Upon looking around, they stuffed their hands in the pockets of their outfit and let out a low whistle. "Haha, nice set you got here. What kind of film are you guys filming here anyway?"

"We aren't filming anything. This is our meeting room." Satan leaned forward, inspecting the spot where their claws had been. Not even a little scratch in the desk was present. "Oh, damn. Sorry man, let me get out of your hair real fast. Jeez, I just wanna go home and see my ca-" "You are human, right. Not a demon?" They paused on their way towards the door

"No? I just play this character in a movie."

Satan wants to be upset with you for pretending to attack him, but he couldn't deny that your performance resembled one of his dramas. He has no plans to get too cozy with you just because of this though, even if you are a decent actor/ess/ex. At most he may look into what other sorts of films or entertainment you've been a part of and watch them.

He has likely heard about the movie you were currently filming through his many connections in the Devildom and Human World. The first thing he asks about it is the title, and why it was chosen despite the whole "Frankenstein was the doctor" thing. You offhandly joke about the reason being that the witch was the real demon all along, which takes and runs with. You didn't have the heart to tell him that the original reason was that the writers thought it was funny. Especially not when he has that look on his face as he happy discusses the theory with you.

He'll invite you over to his room often to read you some of the books that some of your previous roles may have been inspired by or some books about similar characters you're currently playing if you're stuck on how to play them to your best ability.

It's rather entertaining to listen to him read, as while his regular reading voice is nice pleasant while he narrates, he puts in the extra effort to do his best impression of what the characters sound like in his mind. You can no longer count the amount of times you offered to get him a job as a narrator in a movie or documentary, while tugging gently on his cheek and calling him cute.

Satan will impulsively buy any cat-themed merchandise that any movie you were in released that featured you. No matter what he thought it about the film itself. As he covers the neatly stacked horde of merchandise in the corner with a blanket, he begins to wonder if Leviathan's behaviors had begun to rub off on him. But he can't help it, what is he supposed to do when he sees your character on a postcard drowning in kittens with a bright smile? Or another one of your characters dressed in cat themed server attire as a little figure?

Whether Lucifer likes it or not, mostly not, Satan will not allow anyone but himself to keep an eye on you when you go back and forth to film. It just has too many benefits to him. He can pick up some exclusive Human World books, spend time with you, and gain some more insight on the entertainment industry. He also gets quite chatty and friendly with the director, using his natural charm and gentlemanly nature to woo him.

You were surprised to find that the writers had changed the script to a happy ending after the witch was killed. The patchwork demon would now escape the angry mob, only to run straight into the arms of another stranger. The handsome stranger takes them in and protects them in his secret cottage in the woods. In the after credits scene, it is revealed that the person is actually a demon, and promises to return their beauty to them if they marry him and stay by his side forever. It is also kind of suspicious that the director just so happened to feel that "Stan" fit the part to a tee. When his brothers fume with jealous over the scene as its sealed with a kiss, he just shrugs and states its just acting.(Plus you've kissed him plenty of times before.)

Opening Night is certainly interesting. If it weren't for the amount of sneaky kisses he places on your hand and cheek he'd likely be asked on a number of dates.

The media kind of assumes the two of you are secretly already married or at least dating. Who just goes to a cat café and willingly hand feeds their friend sweets and stares at them with an adoring expression as they're smothered in soft furballs and buzzing from all the purring? Not to mention, even if you're much taller or shorter than him, he wants to hook his arm around your waist and snuggle into the crook of your neck when he thinks no one is watching.

Asmodeus: Pained By...

(Cw: Blood, knives, fake pulsating organ, obsession)

The yandere trope was not something out of place in films, and it wasn't too surprising to you when you had been offered the role. You had already starred as a similar character before, but you had just been a one-off character in a television show in that role. Plus, the character had been fleshed out quite a bit more than the baseline stereotype you had previously played.

You couldn't lie that you were invested in watching the main storyline, even if you were the villain the detectives had been chasing. The performance of the main character who you were supposed to be in love with was the most enthralling out of all of them. The cat and mouse game the two characters played was fairly amusing, but it was finally time for the two characters to meet properly. There had been a scene prior of the two meeting by chance and not knowing who each other were, but this was meant to the climax where the protagonist sees the true killer.

The character you were playing definitely fit the typical femme/homme fatale type that quite a few other villains shared over the years. Even though they only had eyes for the newest detective at the local agency, they easily lured in their targets with their charms. The only common trait their victims shared were their relationship to the Protagonist. From their mentor to a waitress that happened to get a little handsy with them, if you were in the vicinity at the time to witness some form of closeness their days were numbered.

The outfit your character didn't do too much to protect you from the night's wind chill as you sat on the balcony. The lines flowed from your mouth as you looked out into the garden maze, of which the protagonist was meant to be trapped in at the moment. Your character was still covered in the blood of their most recent victim, who had just been tossed over before your lines were delivered.

"Ah, let's get this cleaned up now. I have plenty of time before my guests return to the banquet hall." Turning on your heel, you slipped into the door behind you that lead to the living room.

Asmodeus sat silently, scrolling through Devilgram. As per usual, his most recent post was a hit and his notifications were full to the brim. Originally he had left the sound on, but after enough complaints from his brothers and a threat of punishment he turned his D.D.D. to silent. Sure, the repeated chiming was annoying after the first 300 times, but he couldn't help that he was so popular. Plus, the last exchange student was taking forever! Solomon had already left with the Angels to the Purgatory Hall, and the other members of the Student Council were off in their own little worlds. It only made sense that he'd keep himself entertained somehow, and the lighting from one of the half open windows was a perfect match with this new filter that everyone else on his timeline had been obsessively using.

It would be a lie to say that the Avatar of Lust was not at all curious about the second Human who would be staying in the Devildom, especially since they would be living with him and his brothers for the duration of their stay. He was confident he'd have no trouble getting along with them, his natural charm would win them over within seconds after all. What he was concerned about were their potential mannerisms. Despite probably having the most human interaction out of all of the brothers, humans could be rather unpredictable types. He honestly just hoped that they were cleanly and well-behaved. His brothers were enough to deal with already, even if you were to ignore the underlying tension that had been present ever since the Exchange Program had been proposed.

Barbatos cleared his throat, getting the rest of the room's attention before finishing up the portal. The milky white oval formed on the nearby wall the same way the portal Solomon had come through was formed, but when the first thing that emerged from it was a single hand coated in a thick, scarlet liquid emerged you could feel the temperature drop a few degrees in the room. As one would probably expect, the hand was attached to the blood covered human that stepped through the portal. Their eyes darted confusedly about the room, confusion filling their features until they finally locked eyes with Asmodeus.

Their grip tightened around the knife in their opposite hand as they took a breath. Releasing it, they allowed a grin to light up their features as they moved to saunter up to Asmo. Their movements were deliberately slow and sensual, not relenting as they went to lean seductively across the table that divided themself and the demon before them. Now, their mannerisms weren't anything that he hadn't seen before, but it was not often that he was approached in the same way by someone covered head to toe in blood. Not to say that it had not happened before, but it was just something uncommon.

"So, Detective. It seems you finally caught on to me." Their tone of voice was seductive, but he could sense the underlying parts of their voice that made it sound like a recited speech. Asmodeus was certainly not some Private Investigator, that role would suit Satan more than him anyway. Were they into some sort of roleplay or something? Maybe they were playing so character Leviathan would recognize? While he was paying attention to them, he tried to peek at the rest of the council members' reactions, only to be met with more confused gazes. The human's smile dropped to a look of disappointment at his lack of attention to them, letting out a low hum before moving to pull something out of one of their pockets.

A wet slap sounded as whatever they had pulled out landed on the desk, just barely avoiding splattering bright scarlet onto his outfit. The pulsating red mound resembled that of a human heart, or some similarly sized organ. Asmo couldn't help but lean away from it as it oozed more of the red substance onto the surrounding area of the desk. "You don't like your present, my love? It is the heart of that foul bastard that dared to try to have you spend the night. I tried to get you the eyes that you said you loved so much, but I was a bit too rough with them. I apologize if you would have rather had that instead, my dear." "My love? Rather forward for someone you've just met, isn't it? Not that I have a problem with it, though."

At Asmo's response, their face dropped, no longer able to keep whatever façade they held from before. "Morgan, those aren't your lines. You're supposed to be frightened and run off while I chase you remember? Did you even read the script?" "I hate to kill the mood, but I'm not this Morgan person. I am Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust." Their eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Morgan, what are you trying to pull? This is the only role you've had all year, and I told you to tell me if you landed a new one so we could go out and celebrate. Are the rest of you guys in on this? Or..."

"Hm. Who are you all?"

The frazzled expression that crossed your face when you realized you were in fact, not talking to your co-star was quite cute to Asmo. Although, he was rather disappointed that you were not as deeply in love with him as you had acted. You didn't even react to his attempts at charming you, just what kind of human were you?

If you had gone along with the scene for longer, Asmo would have caught on at some point that the blood and props were fake. There have been millions of trends all over the Devildom involving fake human organs and blood, and it had become rather easy to tell the difference if you were in the know and knew what to look for.

He's all the more happy to hear that you worked in the acting industry. Finally, a fellow celebrity in the Devildom! If you happen to also have a rather obsessed fanbase, the two of you bond over their shenanigans to receive your attention and approval. You wished you had taken a picture at the look of horror on Mammon's face when you shared the story of a particularly frightening stalker. Sure, you may have added a few details in there to make it seem like it was straight out of a horror movie, but there had to be some consequences to Mammon's eavesdropping sometimes.

Asmo would prefer to be the person who helps you out of your makeup at the end of the day. Its rather relaxing with the way he gently cradles your face and runs the cotton pad over your skin as if he were cleaning a delicate object. He'd be overjoyed if you offer to clean his face as well, making sure to instruct you how to remove it properly like he had done for you. You may have to keep an eye on him though, as he may relax a bit too much in your hands and potentially fall asleep. Or don't, you do you.

Say hello to your #1 companion in the Human World(A self-appointed title). When you're not acting and you have some free time before returning to the Devildom, he's absolutely dragging you off to see the sights around your filming location. Becomes your own personal Paparazzi as well. There are tons of viral photos of you on his Devilgram of you in various locations that you travel to with him. He has a very special picture of him kissing you on the cheek in front of a beautiful canyon set as his lockscreen, and you can feel the jealousy in the air whenever he opens his D.D.D. around his brothers.

There is no denying that he'd likely find a way to squeeze himself into the role of your love interest. Whether he becomes the main character or a surprise character does not matter, as long as you too get some nice romantic scenes together. He's already charmed just about everyone working on the film with you by the time he walks through the door.

You two are the best looking people on Opening Night. His arm is firmly wrapped around your waist and he snuggles into you whenever a camera passes by.

Forget the media thinking that you two were a couple, Asmo has all but directly said "we're dating" at any moment he's asked about your relationship.

Beelzebub: Pressing Lilies

(Cw: Killing mention, death, prepared corpse description, coffin description, claustrophobia mention)

The concept of necromancy had been in films and television before, but when the director came to you with this particular version you couldn't lie that you were interested. A man blessed with the gift to return life with a simple touch, but if he were to ever touch them again they would return to being dead forever. It turns into a sort of supernatural mystery movie when he begins working with a detective and his revived love interest to figure out the secrets behind how people mysteriously died. There was even the added twist that someone else would die should the revived body stay alive for longer than a set amount of time.

It was quite flattering to know that you'd be playing the love interest, who just so happened to be the main character's childhood sweetheart. But, it was a little awkward that you'd have to be playing a corpse for a good segment of the first episode as well as act out getting killed.

You had just finished filming the segment in which your body was thrown overboard and soon after found by the captain. The rest of the cast were off filming another scene while you met up with the makeup crew. They had dressed you in a rather lovely outfit much like how one would dress a body for their funeral, and although you were meant to be dead the makeup they had applied made you look positively glowing.

On the drive over to the funeral home that had been temporarily rented for the shoot, you realized something. You actually hadn't met your co-star yet, despite being meant to be the love interest of the film. Your scenes of your character's demise had been filmed while the introductory scenes were as well, and you hadn't had the time to take a peek before you left the harbor. A small part of you worried that you might screw up the scene if you didn't recognize him as the right character, but one of the makeup artists who had come along gave you some comforting words and a pat on the back.

Some of the assistants on set helped you climb into the casket, making sure not to mess up the velveteen interior or your outfit. You slowly eased into the proper position, making sure to flatten out the ruffles that had formed from your wriggling. It was a little claustrophobic and strange to be laying in a box meant for dead bodies, but you'd take this over redoing the scene where your dragged out of the water by a crane any day. But you grew a tad worried when the bottom of the casket seemed to spread out beneath you. Chalking it up to nerves, you remained in position waiting for the cue to awaken, doing your best to ignore the larger than expected amount of voices around you while you waited for the tap on the cheek.

Beelzebub wanted nothing more than to head home and raid the fridge, but the last exchange student was taking what seemed like forever to be in the perfect position for Barbatos to summon them. His never-ending hunger had grown far stronger than before with the absence of his twin, and he'd already finished the snacks he'd brought with him. The most that he knew about the exchange student was that he'd been repeatedly told by his brothers not to eat them and that they'd be living at the House of Lamentation. Since they were a human without any sort of powers like Solomon, he wasn't too worried about their potential to harm his family, but he would still be on guard just in case.

He knew all to well about his twin's distaste for humans, but he tried to not let Belphegor's bias effect him too much. Plus, Lucifer had informed him that his sibling had changed his mind about them and became the demon ambassador in the Human World. Maybe they weren't all that bad? Beel really would just have to wait and see.

Finally, Barbatos finished the portal and called out for everyone's attention. Oddly enough, the portal had been placed on the floor rather than the wall or ceiling like the others had been. Slowly, the form of the human emerged from the floor. Their body had been laid out flat on their back, dressed in an elegant outfit and decorated with makeup. At a glance, they looked to be simply sleeping, but they lacked the steady rise and fall of their chest typically perceived in people who were asleep. The deathly stillness of their body added a level of discomfort into the room, but even more of it came from the heavy scent of formaldehyde that had been brought along with them.

Beel didn't quite understand the reason why the scent hung off of them, but with a quick explanation from Satan about it's purposes he too felt discomfort from it. Taking everything into account, the whispers about the human having been dead and removed from some hole in the ground overtook the Student Council. Even Lucifer had been whispering in a concerned manner to Diavolo, his voice just low enough for only the Prince to hear. Barbatos had done a few things to check if they were fully dead, holding an object under their nose to see if it would fog up and similar things, before declaring they had passed on.

When the Butler had turned to Beel to ask if he could move the body to a location where it could be disposed of, a small pang of confusion lingered in the back of his mind. Sure, Barbatos had done some things to check for signs of life, but he hadn't fully checked the pulse or even touched their body. The Avatar of Gluttony complied though, approaching the form laid out on the floor. Since it would be disposed of anyway, he decided giving it a gentle prod would do no harm.

As his fingertip grazed their cheek, their eyes suddenly flew open. They scrambled to their feet and quickly put distance between them, eyes darting around the room before locking on to a loose chair that had been setting out. Then, they made a rather stupid mistake. Well, it would be a stupid mistake if they knew just who they were suddenly charging at with a chair, attempting to attack him with the legs. The chair easily shattered in his grip, and he couldn't help but send a piercing glare that shocked them to their sole.

His arm quickly grabbed their shoulder in a strong grip, but lightened when they finally spoke in a manner clear and loud enough to hear. They had been saying some things when they had been trying to attack him that were incomprehensible and quiet, but their next words were loud and clear.

"Hey! You do remember the whole premise of the plot don't you? You touch me once, I live, you touch me twice, I die again. I know this is just rehearsals and everything, but this is like the whole center of your character." Beel may not have been a person who often went out to watch plays and the like, but he knew enough about that sort of thing to recognize the phrases "plot", "premise", "rehearsals", and "character". "Are you some sort of actor?" "Huh? I mean, yeah. But you are too! Are you doing alright? I know it's been a long day of recording but if you're feeling worn out I'm sure they wouldn't mind stopping here and continuing tomorrow."

"I appreciate the concern but I'm not an actor. I'm just Beelzebub."

While the Avatar of Gluttony wasn't a demon well versed in the arts, he knew enough to catch on that you were just acting when you were laying dead on the floor. Though, if you hadn't mentioned the phrases or hadn't full on attacked him, he potentially could have believed that he somehow managed to revive you from the dead.

But, your interaction went far smoother than expected. He had calmed down rather easily when you had admitted you were acting based on a script, much to the shock of his brothers and the other members of the council. Something about you had this sort of calming aura that discouraged him from bringing any harm to you, and he apologized for the bruise he had caused on your shoulder.

Once the two of you have grown closer, his hugs become one of the most comforting things after a long day of filming. No matter if you want to ramble about today's scenes or just relax, Beel welcomes you with open arms. Your presence in his grasp makes some of his hunger subside, even more so after the return of his twin.

Were you worried before about overly rowdy or creepy fans? Not anymore! Your personal bodyguard Beelzebub scares them off from a mile away. One harsh look from them has them running with their tail tucked between their legs. To Beel, you're a part of his family now with all that you had done for him and his brothers, whether or not the two of you are romantically involved.

Beel will happily sit down with you to watch anything you've starred in, you seated close to him wherever you're comfortable and an incredibly large bowl of popcorn nearby. You cannot help but wonder where in the Devildom he managed to find that.

He's rather unsure about the idea of playing the main character if you asked him, even if the director was on board with the idea. But, a very specific detail managed to win him over. Y'see, the main character's job happened to be that of a baker, and plenty of pastries had to be baked for the scenes that took place in his bakery. Sure, they could have just used fake food like they did in commercials for it, but oddly the director wanted only to use freshly baked goods. This meant there was a fair amount of leftover food after recording, one that would be a rather large serving even for the Avatar of Gluttony.

He does a decent job of playing the main character, but a few minor tweaks were applied to better suit his personality. The only real problems that might happen would be him beginning to drool as he stood in a kitchen filled with food and that he couldn't touch you or the dog on camera. Though, he did feel quite a few butterflies in his stomach during scenes that had elaborate ways of being romantic without having skin to skin contact. His brothers didn't mind the hand-holding through gloves, it was rather cute in fact, but they drew the line at using saranwrap to share a kiss.

On Opening Night, the two of you are practically glued to each other. Don't think that the reporters don't catch the moments where you pull Beel away and tell him you'll reward him afterwards if he doesn't eat all of the food. It might not be on camera or recorded, but they know. No one does believe them when they tell their story though, since the two of you are rather wholesome. Belphie comes along as well, but Beel carries him on his back for the rest of the night when he falls asleep halfway through.

The media assumes that the two of you are siblings at first, actually! With how close and comfortable the two of you are, it seems that you've known each other all your lives. The shocked face of the reporter when you told them Beel was not at related to you was funny enough to get a loud snicker from the male you were currently holding hands with.

Belphegor: Stranger Hidden in the Cove

(Cw: Body horror, murder, cannibalism(?), manipulation, Chapter 16 Spoilers, caps)

It had been a few days into your stay in the Devildom, and to say you felt unnerved and uncomfortable would be an understatement. Sure, you were able to return to the Human World when needed to film the movie you had been in the middle of recording when you were summoned, but you would be hurriedly whisked away by Mammon back to the realm full of people with a strong desire to devour you once it was over. Even with having pacts with two of the strongest demons in the Devildom you still couldn't shake the feeling of dread around you.

Outside of RAD and schoolwork, you found a form of comfort in reciting and studying your script. Even if Mammon and Leviathan did happen to barge in and interrupt you from time to time. Speaking of the shut-in Otaku, he actually happened to take quite a liking to your particular role in the movie. Not because it was something based on an anime or video game he knew, but because of what your character was. When he first saw you return home with gills, scales, fins, and webbed fingers, he was almost certain that you were some sort of shapeshifter from the deep blue. That bright twinkle in his eyes made you feel bad to break the news to him that it was just makeup.

The film itself was a simple love story between a human and a monster. It vaguely reminded you of The Little Mermaid at first, but with a lot of blood. The premise was that an orphan who had just gotten kicked out of the orphanage for being too old was wondering along an abandoned boardwalk, only for the rotting wood to fall through beneath him. He hit his head on the way down, leaving him at the mercy of the waves. But, he was saved by a sea monster that was rumored to live in the nearby cove.

One of the twists was that the sea monster had planned to use the human they rescued from the ways as a way to bait in other humans to eat, and then devour them later. But, upon getting to know the human and learning about the orphanage, the sea monster couldn't bring themselves to eat them. Throughout the story, the sea monster falls even deeper in love, eating whatever humans happened to wonder into the cove when their friend was out to satisfy their appetite. At the end, the orphan would catch them in the act, and in a panic the sea monster heavily injures them in a desperate attempt to keep them from leaving. Overcome with guilt, the monster drags their body to a place he'd be found before he bled out and abandons his home in the cove.

You had just finished recording a particularly gruesome scene when you returned to HOL, fully prepared to drag yourself into bed for a century long nap. Until you suddenly remembered the record you had set on the dresser. Taking the disc, you sought out the eldest of the Demon Brothers and presented him with the record you borrowed from Levi.

With Lucifer now distracted, you slipped up the staircase that lead to where you had heard a voice calling out for help from.

The demon trapped in the attic was well aware of the human's presence in the House of Lamentation. His nose would crinkle in disgust whenever he would hear their voice echo up to the room he was stuck in. Belphegor hated humans, that was no secret, and had heavily opposed the Exchange Program. In fact, it was his intense opposition to the program that he was now locked away for the duration of the human's stay or however long Lucifer was going to keep him locked up there.

But, through hearing their voice Belphie had happened to catch onto a particular trait that the human held. They were rather ignorant about demons in general, and their words held an air of naivete. Though the Avatar of Sloth spent most of his days before the attic sleeping away, he knew just how powerful the magic of a human that held pacts with strong demons was. The memory blossomed into an idea, which further grew into a plan to trick the human to help him escape. A grin was present on his face as he'd call out to them in the night, making sure that only they would hear it. Belphie did have to hold back his chuckles though, the thoughts of how he'd deal with them and ruin Diavolo's precious program coming to mind whenever he begged for help in a pitiful voice.

Hearing footsteps approach the staircase and the sounds of a cursed record playing somewhere else in the house, he knew the human had done it. Making sure to play up his joy, he pleaded with them to come up to the attic. Belphie moved to stand at the door, awaiting his "savior".

His words caught in his throat as a creature that looked straight out of Levi's fish tank stepped towards him. "You were calling out for help, right?" The conversation he had planned out in his mind was now gone as his brain struggled to comprehend just what exactly was standing in front of him. They were supposed to be the Human exchange student, keyword there being HUMAN. Whatever being in front of the door was at least humanoid, but with their rather... aquatic features they couldn't be the exchange student he was looking for. Not to mention the deep red that had soaked into their clothes. Did Diavolo change his mind and bring one of Levi's troops instead of a second human?

"Are you, uh, doing okay? You've been staring at me for a few minutes now." "What exactly are you?" "Huh?" The creature looked taken aback for a moment before realizing what he was talking about. Their hand went to their shoulder and pulled off a thick chunk of scales, revealing not raw muscle tissue, but untouched human skin. "Don't worry, I'm human! This is just a costume, see?" They offered the fake scales to him, but he shook his head.

"Oh, I'm a human too."

He'll give it to you, he was convinced that you weren't human when he first laid eyes on you. Belphie was rather upset that a human managed to trick him though, he was supposed to fool them after all. Whatever, this small mishap wasn't going to deter him from his plan. It probably only made him more determined to get out of his prison and deal with you.

You've really got no chance in bonding with him enough to stop him from his actions once he was released. While he may have felt a little guilty when the memories of you spending time with him rushed into his mind, his grip on your throat never released. It is only after you've miraculously come back from the dead do the memories hit hard, spending the rest of the night with regret coiling into a ball in his stomach. The particular memory of the night that you borrowed a laptop to show him the Director's Cut of your movie made his eyes misty, tears fully forming when he recalled the way you had threaded your fingers through the bars to grasp onto his. The thought of the soft chuckle you had let out when he leaned against the door to allow your to stroke his hair allowed a sob to escape his mouth. Even if he had done all of those things just to make you trust him, they did feel tender. Loving almost.

After the two of you have worked everything out, he's rather fussy about you having to leave every now and then to film. Sure, the Sea Monster movie had already been long finished, but you had landed a really good role from someone you met on Opening Night!

Speaking of the Sea Monster movie, he'll tease you a good amount about it and jokingly ask you to put it back on. You called his bluff one time and he came to realize just how uncomfortable that fake blood was when he tried to lay against you.

Belphie does make an effort to stay awake whenever you show him anything you've been in, but sometimes he can't help but fall asleep when you let him snuggle up to you. If he does stay awake, he'll give you a handful of teasing compliments. The more tired he is the more sincere and thought out they are.

Good luck getting him in a movie unless the character is always tired or always sleeping. Not even the makeup department can get that sleepy look off of his face. He'd much rather wait in your trailer or watch you act, and reward you with a good cuddling session. If you happen to be strong enough to carry him, there are a number of videos around social media of you walking around with him hanging off of you like a literal sloth.

Even if he's not an actor, he'll still accompany you on Opening Nights if you invite him. He's a lot more awake than usual, and the look in his eyes keeps people who talk to you in check. No matter your height, he'll find some way to rest his head on your shoulder the entire night. Beel also attends, and will carry Belphie around if he happens to fall asleep at some point if you don't. While he's asleep, the two of you just sit around and chat with each other instead of the other guests.

You are constantly getting congratulations on social media about you dating a cutie. There are fancams dedicated to sweet pictures of you and Belphegor together, some of which you really question where they get them from. Seriously, where did they get a picture of that one time you and Belphie were baking cookies for the rest of the cast in your trailer?

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Oh? Headin' out? Alrighty, have a good day! I've got some decorations to start puttin' up, so it'll look a little different in here soon.

(Here we are! Again, another massive thank you to my friends who helped out with this! There are a lot, LOT of references and inspirations sprinkled throughout this, some more obvious than the others. Shout out to my good friend who simps for Beel hardcore that made me watch the entirety of Pushing Daisies, it was nice. Now, it is time to get back to editing my other three fics and finalizing my stuff for my Christmas event! Like always, if there's any sort of mistakes in this lemme know! I'm still getting a feel for writing the characters, so there's that. Also sometimes grammatical errors will slip through the cracks. If we missed and content warnings let me know ASAP!)

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