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... TW: cannibalism, corpse, Philza being far more chill with the situation than I think he actually would be.

Yeah, no, this isn't getting where I need it to, so just have this as it is instead while I try hammer out something else for the scene/s I need for the Happy Ending AU. I even have the main dialogue for Philza and Cellbit, just not how to lead into it or what would cause Phil to bring it up to him >.<

"You doing alright, mate?"

The answer is, objectively, no. Bagi had said Philza should talk to Cellbit, yes, but he hadn't quite realised it had gotten this bad; he's seen his friend about a few times since then, exhausted and worn down and his jacket gone despite the coming winter, but not had a chance to talk, what with everything on the island.

Maybe he should have done more than wave hello and carried on to bed.

Maybe then he wouldn't be watching someone he trusted more than his limbs carve chunks from a corpse with his teeth and a knife.

Cellbit seems to have decided to ignore him, and Philza could swear about it, or make it somebody else's problem, but frankly he's not sure who else's problem he /can/ make it.

He wants to wash his hands of this, to turn around and pretend he didn't see, but what sort of fucking friend is he if he doesn't at least try? He knows Cellbit - or at least, he thinks he does - and, yeah, the man has the capacity to be terrible, and has been terrible, but so has Philza.

He's not going to support this mess but, at the same time, he knows what a trauma-induced relapse looks like.

Even if his own were never quite as messy.

"Are you sure you should be eating that?" he asks instead, trying to bribe Cellbit to look at him. "The whole faceless thing might be infectious."

That does at least get Cellbit to look at him, the man giggling a little, "what? Are you worried about me?"

"Well, yeah mate," Philza gestures. "You're kinda eating a corpse."

"Aren't you scared?"

Philza looks him up and down. "For you? Sure. Of you? I've known you for months, Cellbit, if you wanted to hurt me I'd know by now. And even if I messed that up, pretty sure I could take you."

"So you're here to give me the lecture, then? Tell me to stop? I'm not going to, Philza, so just... spare us both the time," Cellbit seems exhausted as he wipes blood from his mouth, sitting back with a sigh.

"Depends why you're doing it," he replies. "If you need the food that badly, I've toast in my bag."

"Heh," Cellbit's smile is not actually at all pleased. "I just... I need them to be scared."

"Hm?"

"I've tried everything, Philza, and it doesn't work. I've tried to investigate, I've tried to infiltrate, I've played their games and I've tried to host my own, only to find them twisted back on me. Every day we're here another person suffers - first it was Felps, who will it be next? I can't just leave them - I'm good at this, Philza, this is who I am, who I always was. I hunt, I kill, and people /fear me/. We have to bring the Federation down, if I have to be bloody again, I will - and now? Now? I feel happy again, the adrenaline, the chase... I'm going to kill them, Philza, and you're not going to stop me. And anyone... Anyone who gets in my way will join them." Cellbit pauses a second. "But they don't get it, they don't understand, I thought /he'd/ be proud of me, at least. Don't they see why I'm doing this? It's for them, it's always for them, I don't care if I'm the monster!"

"... Just so long as they're safe," Philza finishes for him, with a sigh.

He leans back against the wall, and looks at the cooling corpse.

There's a choice here, he supposes. He cannot condone the violence, not against the rank and file employees, but he understand the frustration. He sees what Bagi and Bad mean, but he doesn't know if they understand - has Bagi ever actually killed someone? Has Bad ever had a human morality? Philza's own is skewed, he knows that, and yet...

In a moment of revulsion his mind begs him to turn away, to cut Cellbit loose and call it a day.

The other part, the part that loves, the part he tried to kill so many years ago, says that Cellbit is his and that means with the good and the bad.

"I'm not going to help you kill random workers," Philza says, trying to pace himself. "But if you have a specific target you can explain a tactical purpose to beyond generic weakening the enemy? Then you have my support. And whatever way? If you get yourself into shit you can't get yourself out of, just comm me mate. I'll come by and bail you out, and I'm not going to ask shit. Just so long as you're safe."

It's a pittance, it's repulsive, but Philza knows what its like to be scum, the lowest of the low, and if it takes comprimising himself a bit to get Cellbit a safety net then, fuck it, he'll leave moral complications to Bagi.

Cellbit looks almost suspiciously at him, "you aren't going to tell me to stop?"

"Would it help?" Philza retorts.

"So you disprove?"

"I mean yeah, I don't think killing the maintenance workers is a good fucking plan. But I'm not the plan guy, either, so I've just got to trust you there, don't I? And I trusted you before."

"You hadn't seen me eat a dead body yet."

"Do you want me to fight you? Because I can fight you," Philza gestures a bit. "But there's no fucking point, and I'm too old for this shit these days. Just be careful, okay? Because the Federation knows us, and they know you don't give a shit about being punished - so they will go after your loved ones instead."

"I'll protect them," Cellbit replies. "Roier will protect them, too; we've agreed."

Philza doesn't believe for a moment that they'll succeed, and starts making plans to have Fit keep a better eye on Tazercraft. He can watch Forever, if Fit's gossip tree is right Tina will look after Bagi. As for Felps... He isn't sure, but the other Brazilians will come up with something. Richarlyson... When they find the eggs, Bad will be more than willing there - and all his other dads.

Roier, if Cellbit is to be believed, is already in on it. Philza makes a note to talk to him about what to do if he needs bailing out, too. Also Foolish, perhaps - he's not quite sure what's up there, but it's something.

The rest of the islanders, at least, are already on high alert, expecting to be blamed for the murders and kidnapped at any moment. He'd suggest a check in and buddy system, but that would mean complying with a buddy system.

"I'll keep an eye out too," he replies. "Just promise you'll call if you need me, okay?"

Cellbit shrugs, and it might be the closest to a promise he can get.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp cellbit #qsmp philza #am I happy with this?#eh #its not what I wanted and the characters feel a bit off but I'm happy enough with it #but my hand hurts now so I'll try what I was actually going for later #by later at earliest tomorrow #actually going for being getting cellbit in on the escape plan and actually hashing out some details for it #proooobably I'll put cellbit while missa is away #maybe also forever #then missa gets told as soon as he's there to tell #but we'll see how fancy takes me

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queenfinehair · 1 year

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The Bartender Pt. ||

Pairing: Modern!Halfdan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex. Unprotected sex, oral on fem!Reader. MINORS DNI. Just go away if under 18, thanks

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me with photos found on Pinterest. I claim 0 ownership for them.

The record player sat on a small table with records neatly stacked next to it. A few bottles of already opened liquor rest next to the records and Halfdan reaches for one, half filled with an amber brown liquid and two glasses. He takes his time in filling them as you take a seat on the couch.

It was made in a cheap leather but at least this piece of furniture was well kept with no holes or tears. A glass oval coffee table sits in front of you and you take notice of the bed just off the way of the kitchen. A supreme bachelor studio pad, you note, but clean and you appreciate this.

Before he turns back to you, Halfdan takes an older looking record and puts it onto the player, the needle going down and after a moment; you note the music. Older, a little rock 'n roll and a little classic all at once. The song is happier than what you had danced to and you smile, relaxing.

"I thought we'd switch to a nice single barrel bourbon instead of tequila." He chuckles and hands you the glass, your fingers grazing his as you accept the drink with a nod. He knew his drinks and despite the state of the bar, you could acknowledge, well, his knowledge of things you simply didn't care about.

Small sips are taken as you lean back into the couch, crossing your legs in front of you as Halfdan lets his legs spread with relaxation. One of his hands rest behind his head and with the other he holds the glass steadily.

Watching him from the corner of your eye you take in Halfdan's slim frame, long legs and tight shirt. A stirring in your stomach travels down to your abdomen, a tingling sensation begins in your most intimate parts and you clear your throat to shake it off. Being here now was exactly what you wanted but nerves still made you unsteady.

"Plenty more where this came from," Halfdan sighs as his eyes close, taking a generous sip. "Responsible Lee makes the best bourbon."

You smile at his easiness and knowledge of the liquor and note the caramel taste of the beverage. You continue to watch as Halfdan moves his free hand to straighten out his beard slowly, a sudden, subtle sexiness that makes you squirm in your spot.

He's so sure of himself but lacks the cocky attitude you're so used to. He finally sighs and opens his eyes, turning his head to meet your stare.

"What?" He whispers with a slow grin and leans towards you, "I won't bite..." the sentence hangs in the air with innuendo and you gulp with anticipation.

"Halfdan..." you lean forward, place your glass gently on the table and face him again, "I want you... To make me feel good, for me to make you feel good. I want you, all of you. Now."

He mimicks your glass setting and takes your face into his hands, apologizing softly when he squeezes too hard on the right side. Halfdan's lips whisper over your own before you groan and close your eyes. His teeth nip at your bottom lip in a tease before you take his head into your hands, closing any gap that was there before in a kiss.

Halfdan immediately takes his hands away from your face and grabs your hips, pulling you onto his lap as his fingers trace blank patterns onto your back over your shirt. Your hips roll into his groin, feeling his jeans begin to tighten around his growing erection. His inhale is sharp against your co tinied grinding and he deepens the kiss further, tongue meeting yours in frenzied haste.

The friction and stiffness from Halfdan's jeans causes a small moan to come from your lips and your head drops from the kiss, breathing in a shaking breath. Meanwhile, Halfdan moves his hands under your shirt, calloused fingertips running up and down your back.

You can feel his nose nuzzle at the side of your head, "You wanna feel good? Let me show you what good is." Halfdan grips the bottom of your ass, leans up and scoots forward on the couch. He grunts with the strain of standing up while holding you, your legs wrapping around his waist as you lean down to bite and suck on the tender skin of his neck.

Cursing your name under his breath, Halfdan slowly moves towards the queen sized bed. The sheets are a deep blue and a simple beige comforter adorns the top. It's not neatly made but for the damage you plan on doing it really doesn't matter.

Using only one hand now, Halfdan lowers your body to the bed, standing up slowly after to look you over up and down with animalistic intentions. He kneels down before you on the floor and grabs your legs, sliding your lower hand towards his face.

You begin to undo the button and zipper on your own jeans but instantly feel Halfdan slapping your hands away with a frown on his face. "No, sweetheart, let me."

Your head falls to the bed at the instruction and lift your hips up as the materiel is slid away and off of your legs, Halfdan letting out an almost inaudible groan at the sight of your skin. Your pants are thrown to the side quickly before he tickles his fingers up your thighs causing a heavy breath to escape you.

"Please..." you whimper and sit up for a moment just to take and throw your shirt off.

Underwear come off next and as you relax on the bed you spread your legs slowly, shyly. Beard is the first thing you feel as Halfdan nuzzles your inner thigh, his head traveling further up your legs with small, short kisses placed on your skin.

Halfdan takes his time with teasing you. A nip here and there to extract a back arch and moan, silently pleading with a roll of your hips to meet his touch more. You're almost to the point of begging for his tongue before you let out a loud, animalistic moan.

His tongue finds your swollen clit just in time as Halfdan wraps his hands around your legs, moving each one up to his shoulders as he gets comfortable to eat your dripping pussy.

Your eyes close and fingers grip the comforter, toes spreading in pleasure as you arch your back and plead for him to continue exploring you and he does just that.

His tongue circles your clit a few times before he moves to your inner lips, slowly going down further until you can feel his tongue actually enter you, going in and out as he tastes you fully. It's a brilliant sensation that sends a tingle down your spine as you move your head to look down and meet his brown eyes.

He watches you watch him as he eats you out and you're sure you can see a small smirk on his face. He groans and moans softly as he watches you lay your head back down on the bed, sucking your clit gently.

"Fuck me... now, Halfdan. Fill me." You beg now without abandon. You need this strange bartender in the most physical and intimate sense.

Halfdan immediately stands up and you watch him undress quickly, sensing his desperation to be inside of you as well. Shirt off and it reveals a slim and pale stomach. Pants off and you see the erection fighting his boxer-briefs. Your hand goes down to rub your swollen and aching clit, watching him undress completely until Halfdan is on top of you, looking you straight in the eyes.

"Tell me again... how you need me." He whispers, the scent of you all over his beard and mouth and you roll your hips up once more to his leaking dick.

"Halfdan," you mewl, "I need you. To fuck me right now, so bad baby. So bad."

Immediately he thrusts inside of you, pain at first but pleasure overtakes the stretching around him. His head falls to your collarbone and Halfdan moans.

"Holy shit.... God you're warm. Such a good girl." He growls and bites the skin on your neck, beginning to fuck you roughly without a certain pace.

You have to smile at the comical nickname and decide to scratch your nails up his smooth back and your name is emitted from his mouth followed by a series of "Fuck"s. His hand holds your hip while the other rests above your head as Halfdan looks up and into your eyes.

"Say my name... Please." He whimpers and the sudden vulnerability from this man makes you breathe in deeply.

Your ex only fucked you as a piece of meat, a toy to which his own dick could use and toss away once he came.

Halfdan, though, Halfdan wanted you and you could feel it. You wrap your legs around his ass and drive him balls deep into your pussy, holding him there for a second before he swivels his hips to hit the most precious spot inside of you.

"Halfdan!" The word he wanted and your legs slam down to the bed, head thrown back as he drives into you deep again and again.

"Wanted you all night long," he confesses between grunts, "so fucking pretty. So wet. I want you to cum for me."

You lick your lips in a frenzy before gripping your nails into the skin on Halfdan's back, sighing out a huffing moan. You can feel you're close, you'd never felt like this before with him... the ex.

Walls clenching, sweating from both of you and Halfdan swearing your name like Christ's, you feel a tightening in your pussy, hands gripping his back with the life of you. "Halfdan.... I can't, I'm gonna-"

"Good girl. Pretty woman, cum for me. All over me."

His silly pet names drive you crazy and you do. You cum with intensity all around his penetrating dick, clit swollen with pleasure as your fingers rub over it to ride out your high.

But what about him?

"Halfdan... fill me up. Cum inside me, now." And your teeth find his neck again, biting and sucking to leave a pretty purple mark. You wouldn't be opposed to swallowing his load but tonight you want to feel every last drop this man can do to you.

"Oh, fuck.... gonna cum.... right into your sweet pussy." Halfdans voice is raspy with fuck and you can feel him cum inside you. With a final thrust he buries himself balls deep into your pussy, letting his cum fill you up and leak out around his dick.

He stays there for a moment, pumping in and out in shallow, feverish thrusts. Your name spills from his lips before he pulls out and rolls off of you, settling beside you.

Panting breaths are all that fill the empty space above your heads and Halfdan struggles with the comforter. He rips it out from under your body, throws the blanket over both of you and nestles in beside you.

"Stay or leave. It's up to you, but, I want you to know that I'd love to see you again. And again. And again." He laughs and kisses you gently.

The last thing you hear before drifting off into the safety of sleep is Halfdan snoring quietly into your ear, his arm slung across your side.

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