#and i figure fuck it im going to ignore him. and he keeps screaming but goes quiet after i havent moved in a while

[waywardsalt]

one of these days ill probably write some little fic thing abt some scene from linebecks childhood esp since ive been thinking abt it and havent really touched up my ideas for it in a while, but besides one about linebeck and damien initially meeting and bonding over linebeck cutting damien’s hair short for him, i think i want to do one more abt linebeck first meeting the two pirates that teach him about sailing and halfway raise him, though it’s less a formal meeting and more linebeck just wandering onto their ship as a kid and dodging the attempts of the crew to catch him while he pokes around

[chiistarri]

imsoo normal about guys byw

[jkholmes]

And then there were.... ! Part 1

These last 3 months of your pregnancy were difficult your bump was large, too large for 8 months pregnant, you looked like you were closer to ten. You had heard the speculation around the court the sly whispers that you were probably pregnant before your wedding to Prince Aemond 8 months ago. You were trying to cuckold him with a bastard. Though Aemond paid no heed to these taunts. He knew you were a maiden on your wedding night his cock had borne the evidence. There was no way the child was not his own. He figured you were probably carrying twins as they ran in the family and the Maesters said it was most likely.

You sat in your apartments resting for the afternoon as you had taken to do lately. You held your large stomach and softly spoke to the love within "im sure they must be at least 2 of you in there".

Suddenly you felt a rush of liquid pool in your skirts your water had broken and Aemond was away.

"Help" you screamed when the chambermaid came in to see you and immediately rushed out to fetch the queen and the midwives.

Elsewhere flying high across Westeros atop Vhagar, Aemond headed north when the dragon made a sharp turn backwards. No matter how much he demanded and veered for recourse she headed straight back in the direction of kings landing. She had never disobeyed before, something must be wrong. Upon their landing above the Red Keep Aemond heard the piercing noise of his beloved screaming. Vhagar was right, you were in labour.

Your bedroom door burst open and your husband rushed to your side his handsome face contorted in worry. "My beloved I am here"

"Push princess, push" chanted Alicent.

"I am fucking pushing" you sneered and through gritted teeth you pushed out a head from your body. Aemond watched you in awe and anticipation as you pushed the rest of the little one from yourself to a mewling cry fom the babe.

"A Prince my love" uttered Aemond as he held the bundle who already sported a tuft of white hair, close to his chest and your saw a tear fall from his eye. As you ascended euphoria and reached out for your son a sharp pain hit you just like before and your screamed, "Aemond another is coming"

Passing his son to his mother and thinking how the rumour spreaders could go fuck themselves he came to your side, again holding your hand.

"You can do this my beloved once more"

"Fuck you Aemond!

"You did my love, thats why we are here" he commented.

"Aemond" hissed alicent.

You pushed again and out came a head followed by a body and a little cry filled the room once more.

"Another Prince! my darling, my love" said Aemond.

As your body fell back to the pillows you demanded to hold your little princes. They were placed into your arms and you wondered at them. Aemond at your side he could not decide who to stare at more you or his sons.

As you placed your sons against your breast and offered yourself to them they latched onto you and began to feed.

Pain, another pain you hissed "no it can't be!...... Aemond take them" he quickly took the boys from your arms as they wailed from their disturbed feed.

"What is it my love?"

"Again! again! there's another!!!"

"Are you sure my beloved??" Questioned Aemond.

"Yes I'm fucking sure!! its my vagina!!!" You snapped.

You writhed and screamed during what was hopefully, the last labour and ignoring your fatigue, at long last you birthed the child. The head followed by the body as Aemond locked eyes with you and fell to his knees.

"What is it? what's wrong?" You pleaded. Then you heard the cry and finally released the breath you had not known you'd been holding.

"Another Prince my dear" called Alicent

And from the floor still on his knees in worship of you and pure disbelief "the three headed dragon" whispered Aemond.

His sons, his dragons! Just like the targaryen sigil.

[cottoncandyswisherz]

the sidequest

nick x male!reader (obviously)

warnings: nothing

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it was graduation night. THANK GOD. nick was in the backyard of someone he did not know with his friends, taking in the feeling of finally being free from the chains of high school when he felt a tap on his shoulder. immediately frightened, he let out a shriek and turned around swiftly.

"holy shit! why are you screaming?!" you asked, having been shocked by him yourself.

"why the fuck would you creep up behind me like a fucking psychopath?!" nick asked his own question in his defense.

"i don't know but why are we yelling?"

this made nick come to his senses and he began taking you in bit by bit, examining every feature he had access to.

tall. black hair. brown eyes. pretty teeth. slight stubble.

he was snapped out of his thoughts by his friends laughing and telling him they'd find him later.

no crushes on the most obvious straight guy, nick. NONE!

you decided to go back to your original approach, trying to be suave and cool. "look, im sorry for scaring you." you flashed a smile and stuck your hand out as an olive branch. "i'm y/n."

nick hid his attraction to your smile by looking at you quizzically and accepting your handshake. "nick."

"i know who you are." you laughed. "you were in my english class first semester."

nick arched an eyebrow and "so why are you just now speaking to me?"

"because when alahna was telling you about how cameron brinks ghosted her, you said, and i quote "i'd never talk to the bums at this school." so i figured, since i don't go to this school anymore, i can get to know you." you flashed yet another smile.

"so.... youre.... a homosexual?" nick was in shock. this couldn't be happening. this HAD to be satire.

"i believe they call it 'gay' these days." you laughed at his wording. "but if that how you wanna put it, then yes, nick. im a homosexual."

fuck. the way you said his fucking name....

nick was ripped out of his thoughts.

"so... would you wanna make a side quest with me? i gotta go to 7/11 for cups because i'm the only sober one and the dummies wanna play beer pong."

"uh..." nick turned to look at his brothers and friends who were all in their own conversation without him. fuck it we ball. "sure but you hav to drive because i don't have a license."

"youre 18 with no license?"

nick rolled his eyes. "don't piss me off, you were doing great."

"oh i was?" you smirked and lifted an eyebrow, stepping closer to him.

nick felt an assault on his senses and he inhaled in shock at your close proximity. but he only made matters worse when he smelled your cologne.

subtle. woodsy.

he had to get the fuck away from you.

"okay just let me go tell them i'm leaving for a second." he said quickly, then walked away promptly.

he walked up to his group, who were laughing about something that was probably so idiotic. when he approached them, they immediately stopped what they were doing and waited for nick to go on a tangent about the attractive guy he was just getting friendly with.

but he didn't. he simply said, "we're going to 7/11. what do you want?" and of course he was met with an array of requests that he couldn't keep up with so he groaned and said "just text the groupchat."

five minutes later and nicks in the passenger seat of a vehicle with someone he'd just met, and he couldn't even bring himself to care.

y/n connected the bluetooth and hit shuffle on his playlist but turned the volume to barely audible.

so he wants to talk....

"so rate your personal 'just graduated high school' experience."

"definately a 10/10. me and my brothers have a youtube channel so now that we're done with school we can fully focus on that."

"yeah, i heard about that. you guys are pretty big right?"

"i mean we have a plaque so..."

y/n laughed at the confirmation.

they rode in blissful ignorance of the rest of the world. talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time.

"no, planet her is superior to scarlet in everyway" y/n argued.

"you have to be joking. scarlet was her comeback. it was proof that she still has it and doesnt give a fuck about the haters who claim to be supporters."

"true. i guess it all depends on how you view music." y/n spoke. "when i'm listening to music i'm looking for relatability. i think i just relate to planet her more right now because it has everything, turn up music, sad music, and that's where i'm at right now... all over the place."

"you can fucking say that again." nick agreed. "i have no idea what the fuck is going on most of the time."

time went on and it seemed like 7/11 was a forgotten dream between the two.

"i'm a d1 ranch hater..." nick admitted after they'd stopped for nuggets and y/n asked for ranch as his dipping sauce.

"fucking psycho"

and that was the end of that debate.

"where do you think you'll be in 10 years?" y/n asked.

"um.. hopefully alive, yknow? that would be ideal."

"right."

"i hope i'm more independent. i wanna have more personal experiences that don't have anything to do with matt or chris." y/n just nodded because his sister was four years younger than him so he couldn't relate, but he wanted nick to know that he understood. "and i pray i'll have gotten my license. um.... i want a house, just by myself. i want to just have my own space. maybe a dog... i don't really know."

"what kind of dog?"

"something small. i have one now, his names trevor."

"i have a pit. her names roxie and she's the laziest creature known to man."

nick laughed at that. "no trevor's lazy too. but he's older now so i guess he's earned the lazy bum title."

"true that."

finally they reached 7/11.

it wasn't that cold outside because it was the end of may but it was a bit windy, which nick vocalized, resulting in y/n taking off his hoodie and handing it to him.

i know you think this was a cute gesture but you're wrong. it was a sexy gesture.

when y/n raised his arms, his shirt rode up a bit, so nick could see the bottom of his stomach and the small tuft of hair leading to the waistband of his sweats damn near had nick foaming at the mouth.

"here." y/n handed nick the hoodie, snapping him out of his vulgar thoughts.

entering the store nick and y/n went their separate ways, y/n getting the cups and nick getting the snacks for his friends. when they got to counter nick waited for y/n to pay for the cups only to be told, "put your stuff on the counter."

and that was that.

back in the car, they didn't really talk. just listened to music and sat in a comfortable silence. 

when nick and y/n got back to the party, nicks group was curious to know what the fuck went on in the hour they were gone and y/ns friends wanted to know why he took an hour to get solo cups. so they went their separate ways and continued having fun with their friends. 

but the rest of the night, nick couldn't forget the fact that y/n never asked for his number or anything so how the fuck were they ever gonna talk again. 

and they had to talk again.

but y/n never came up to him. never even looked in his direction.

and my the time nick sent the "my crew let's go!" text to the groupchat, he'd convinced himself that this awesome guy he'd just went on an adventure with was a one time experience. 

until... 

niyah speaks sum slight finally did my taglist guys yaya

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @jnkvivi @sturnsslut @zniyadgaf @koilaniazul @thisisntmattsturniolo @nyktoxs-lover @l0akkzz

[jinkicake]

Also yeah we need that old Tighnari draft 😏

-loki

A/N: hmmm... i contemplated for a while about actually posting this or not but I suppose i will... for you! i wrote it and it's not like im going to finish it ever soooo here!!! heheh i wrote this back in like august(july??) when he was getting info revealed abt him and all we knew was that he had cute fuzzy ears LOL i barely edited this so.... please bear w me #freeballingit

OH! also, I plan to post the childe and heizou smut you asked for tmr!!!! (and the other smut that I have)

light tighnari smut draft where you unintentionally rile him up :-)

Tighnari x reader

SMUTT /// NSFW (reader w a pussy)

WC - 1.1k

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“I was just kidding, it was a joke!”

“Well, stop running then!”

Against your better judgment, you ignore the warnings from your boyfriend. The wind flows through the strands of your hair, nipping at your cheeks as you continue to run away from the forest watcher. Lush green grass smushes with every heavy step that you take, pushing yourself forward and further and further away from him. 

Note to self, don’t provoke Tighnari. 

“(Y/N),” He calls out from behind you, a low growl reaching deep within his throat. The sound alone vibrates throughout your skull and you nearly stop in fear altogether. You know the warning tone that he is using, one that he uses before he pounces on any unlucky individual who has to face his wrath. 

You glance over at him and screech as his hand roughly grabs onto your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. The impact of your two bodies colliding sends you flying to the ground and luckily, your boyfriend tightly wraps his arms around your waist to brace the fall. 

The lush green grass now feels soft under your touch and the blue sky above you almost seems peaceful. That is until black and green tamper with your view. 

Tighnari frowns down at you, his nose scrunching a bit as his fists clench the grass on either side of your head. There is a lecture waiting to spill from his lips and passion deep in his heart, ugh, you know you’re going to be stuck here for a while. 

“Don’t run away from me.” His pout deepens, eyebrows bunched together as if deep in thought. Right now, it is a little difficult to read him. There is a light blush dusting over his cheeks and the tip of his nose, his pupils are blown out and his lips are slightly parted. 

You can’t figure it out yet, why he seems so embarrassed, but he knows what it is. 

Tighnari loves the chase. The feeling rivals some primal urge that rests deep within his chest, that takes over and spikes up well into the forefront of his brain, it screams at him to catch you and use you until you’re no longer conscious. 

Even with his master of control, not even Tighnari can fight the primal urge to hold his lovely angel down and fuck her. 

“Running away will have consequences.” He tries to keep his voice light and airy, but the usual hint of sass is missing. You can tell he’s having a hard time maintaining a steady choice of words as his breathing becomes heavier. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek. Tighnari pins your wrist to the ground quicker, before you even get the chance to touch him. He grits his teeth. 

“No.” He solemnly confesses, might as well get it off of his chest. Quietly, the scholar sighs. “When you run away it-,” He pauses and looks away from you, glancing up at the sky as he thinks about his next words. “it riles me up.” 

“Riles you up?” You mimic and find it difficult to understand what he’s talking about. “Gets you excited?” Tighnari recognizes the teasing smile resting on your lips, this causes that primal urge to expand and bloom from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. 

“It makes me want to hold you down and fuck you.” He snarls, narrowing his eyes slightly to ensure that any fight in you dissolves quickly. Tighnari groans in the back of his mind and feels mildly embarrassed by his actions, he’s at least still conscious enough to acknowledge his primal urges are a joke. 

But, he still desperately needs to mount you like an animal. Fuck you until your thighs are shaking and tinted with his cum, until your belly is full from him and him alone. 

You recognize that look in his eyes. 

“Tighnari,” Slowly, you call out his name. You drag each syllable between your pretty lips, making him shiver and squeeze his eyes shut. 

His hips drop between your own and you finally feel just how riled up he’s gotten. The touch of his center makes you gasp as you suck in a deep breath of air, his swollen cock pressing against your clothed cunt. The light contact causes him to hiss and dive for your neck. His lips are already attached to your sensitive skin while his nose pushes your head to slightly tilt back. 

You lift your chin into the air and allow him to mark the smooth area. 

He moves your wrist above your head, holding both of them there with one of his large hands. The other falls down to your thighs and not so innocently pushes your leg up, bending it so that he fits more snuggly between your hips. The light stroke of his hand against your inner thigh only causes you to grow wetter against the ministrations of his soft lips. 

Over and over, he kisses your skin and inhales deeply. Tighnari licks a path to the junction of your throat, hovering over the pulse point before biting down and puncturing the skin with his sharp teeth. 

You let out a mild whine at that and shift your hips a bit, squirming to get into a more comfortable position. That little fight causes Tighnari to press against you tighter. Your shapes will be pressed into the ground and molded by the damp earth by the time you’re done with this. 

“No moving,” He orders within a breath, sucking in air for a split second before swallowing the taste of your skin. He carefully licks up the bead of sweat that rolls down your throat and stiffens a bit when he gets it on his tongue. 

Tighnari knows that once he starts, he will not be able to stop. 

He knows better than to fight his instincts. 

For a brief moment, his hips rock against your own. The motion is slow and gentle, almost as if he is getting a taste of the pleasure. Then it ends and Tighnari is nearly shaking above you, holding himself up with his bare strength until his hips ram into yours again. Only this time, it’s harder and quicker. 

Growls leave his throat as he dry humps you relentlessly and had it not been for his tight grip on you, you’re sure you would have been pushing up the grass he has you pinned against. 

His moans are quiet, little noises of pleasure that are being voiced whether he wants them to or not. You gasp at the realization of how badly Tighnari wants you. 

[captainsarahscratches]

Thin Walls

Reader and Kenny Omega are staying the night at a friend house unexpectedly. Ruining their plans for the evening.However, Kenny disagrees and convinces Reader that they can still have some fun.

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Kenny Omega x Fem Reader

SMUT, Muffling, Light Choking, Taboo Sex, Quasi-Public Sex, Anal Play, Degradation : Slut, Whore, Cunt, Potential Caught in the Act Scenarios

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"damnit, I knew I should have taken the car in yesterday." You said as your engine failed to turn over yet again. "I told you, you can't ignore a check engine light y/n." Rolling your eyes and mimicking his voice "YoU cAnT IgnOrE the LigHt, Im Kenny And I know things blah blah blah"

Chuckling, "Come on baby, let's get inside. It's starting to rain. Let's see if Matt is okay with us staying a bit longer until we can figure something out." Wrapping his arm around you, you lock your car. He looks down at you, "What? Worried someone is gonna steal it? It can't even move." You laughed, cheerishing the fact he can still make you laugh in a shitty situation.

You go to knock at the door but the door swung open and Matt said to get inside quickly as the rain was getting worse very fast. "Get inside, car won't start?"

"Someone ignored her engine light for too long." As he gently nudged you with his arm, "Can we stay a little longer until we can get someone out here?"

"Dude, just stay the night. Its pouring outside and it's almost midnight anyway. No one is coming out in this shit. We have an extra room." As he was explaining himself Matt's wife Dana handed you a stack of towels, "You're staying. I'm not letting you two drive in this."

You just smiled and said thank you. You continued on to settle in. After saying goodnight to Dana and Matt you laid in bed beside Kenny.

"Well, I know this isn't what we had planned for tonight but I'm glad we didn't have to drive in this." he said as he flipped through channels stopping on the weather channel showing the severity of the storm.

Sighing you replied, "I know, but I was looking forward to tonight. I love when you play with my ass" He cocked an eyebrow in your direction. "And what makes you think that isn't happening?'' He turned over to hover over your body, his hand tracing the skin of your thigh. You were shocked, did he actually just suggest what you think he did? "Ken, we can't do that here."

"And why not? We have this nice big bed to ourselves and a storm outside always gets you in the mood. What was it you said? Drowns out your moans for the neighbors?" He started to lay kisses on the nape of your neck.

You moaned softly at his touch but caught yourself. "Exactly why we can't do that here. You know how loud I am, and especially when you train my ass. I dont want then to hear."

Sucking harder on your neck whispering gruffly in your ear, "What dont want Matt to hear how good I fuck you? How I make you scream for more. Listen to the absolutely filthy fucking moans you let out when I fuck you senseless as I thumb your little virgin ass." He smacks your ass hsrd making you yelp and roll towards him trying to stifle your moans. "That's exactly what I dont want." You lay on top of him staring into his eyes, his arms wrapped around holding you tight, his cock hard and against your core. You can't help but to bite your lip looking at your man kike this.

"See there it is..."

"What?"

His hand gently cups your neck, "See you love the idea of being caught. I can see it in your eyes. But you're right, you're too loud. But I can fix that." His grip becomes tighter. "See we'll make it a game. Lets see how long you can keep yourself quiet. If you're quiet, I fuck you until we cum and kiss you good night like my sweet little girl filled with daddy's cum.... But if you start to make a scene and scream as I fuck you, well.... I won't be as sweet. Because baby, if you let them hear you, you're going to let them know exactly how good I fuck you."

Befor you could even respond you felt his length thrust into you, causing you to moan and bite your lip harshly. Kenny's hand cupped your cheek.

"Oh this will be fun. Won't it Sweetheart?"

you could only desperately nod, not daring to open your mouth.

"Mmm good girl"

His already darken eyes look up at you as he starts to suck hard on your breast, turning into little bites, making sure to mark you. You can see a smirk on his face, as his hand reaches back to your throat, gently bringing you face to face with him. "Now see, why am I not surprised that you cant keep quiet darling? Huh? One little bite and you're already moaning. What are we going to do about that?" His lips millimeters from your ear, his breath on your neck, you pussy clenching around his cock with every word. "Aww I can feel how bad you need me baby. Your little cunt is begging for me." He starts to flex his cock inside of you, causing you to bury your face in his shoulder. Grabing your hair he bring your head up again, "Do I need to find a way to shut your mouth for you?" You look at him with needy eyes. "Yes, Sir" you whisper quietly.

Bouncing on his cock, biting your lip so hard you think might bleed. "Lets get rid of this though, let me see my beautiful girl" He strips you of the shirt Dana loaned you, instantly encapsulating your nipple in his mouth... Causing you to break your silence. "Oh fuck yes..."

"On your knees."

You looked up at him with excitement, slowly stroking his cock in your hand. Taking time before placing a soft kiss on the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue slowly up his length. "That's a good girl, show me how much you can take down that pretty little mouth of yours" You smiled as you took him inrto your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue on the shaft of his dick.

He dropped his head backwards, growling at the feeling. "Fuck Y/N... Such a good fucking Slut for me" It was then, when it clicked in your mind.

This wasn't about you not being loud, this was a contest to see who made who break first. You hummed around his cock with an mischievous look in your eyes. Kenny inhaled deeply laughing quietly to himself as he realized what you were thinking. "No, now this is about you. Be a good girl, and. Fuckkk" You starting to bob your head up and down vigorously, stroking his length as you came up, taking his length to the back of your throat, softly gagging around him. But it didn't stop you. You wanted to be the reason he came undone.

He pulled you to your feet flipped you around and bent you over the bed, hand on you shoulders to keep you down. "Yeah, baby? You want to suck me like a little whore? You're going to get fucked like a little whore." He spread ypur ass apart, smacking it hard and without any build up slammed into yoh. Gucking you harder with every thrust. You bit onto the pillow, but Kenny ripped it away, throwing it on the floor. Leaving you on an empty bed with nothing to muffle you.

"God damnit y/n, fuck... Suck that fucking cock." He inhaled quickly, taking your hair in his hand thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah, you want to suck my cock like a little whore? huh? Being such a sneaky little slut for me. Thinking that your going to make me wake up the house?? Not tonight darling. Come here"

"Let me hear you. Tell me who's my little slut?"

"I am"

He smacks your ass again.

"Who??"

"I am your little slut, daddy"

He leans over you, whispering in your ear.

"That's right baby, I love when you act like a little slut for me. Taking Daddy's cock so well in your little cunt. Letting me use you no matter where we are. You dont even care that Matt can hear right now do you?" He felt your walls clench around his cock again "Oh so you like that he can dont you? Well if thats the case, let's let him hear what we've been training for. Oh and don't hold back. I want them to hear how my sweet little y/n is a dirty fucking whore for me, and only me. I want you to make them so horny with your moans that we hear them fucking too. Yeah, you want everyone to know how much you live my cock don't you baby?"

With that, you felt his thumb press into your asshole and that was it. Loudly you moaned out "FUCK DADDY, YES" You couldn't hold it any longer you were moaning into the matress to no avail of covering your moans. Kenny loved it and you could feel it. He started to finger your ass faster and deeper and thrusting himself ruthlessly deep into you. Your orgasm was uncontrollable and with little warning. You came around his cock, making a mess of the two of you and the sheets of the bed.

Kenny couldn't hold back much longer. He removed his hand your ass and gripped both sides of you hips so hard, you started to bruise. Throught gritted teeth, eyes shut, head falling into your back "Fuck y/n, God you're so fucking tight."

Smacking your ass over abd over again, leaving your ass red and wanting more.

"Fuckk baby you're going to make me cum."

You looked over your shoulder getting the best look you could of him.

"Do it, Cum for me Kenny. Cum inside me, Breed me Daddy. I need it, Let me be a good little slut for you."

Kenny yelled out in euphoria. Grunting loudly as he fought to keep fucking you through his orgasm. His cum flood and overflowing your cunt. He was sweating and breathing hard, after a moment he pulled out of you. Hands on your ass and bent dow you clean up the mess he made. Something he had never done befoe, making you gasp and like second nature grind your ass against him. He started to take the mess and spread it over you fingered asshole, sliding his middle finger inside one more time. "Yeah, Im going to make this ass mine tomorrow. At home, so I can hear you properly moan out."

Moments passed and he helped clean you both up and settle into bed properly. Snuggling up againdt him, the two of you still coming down from your high. You said "I'm honestly surprised we didn't wake them after that." Before Kenny could even respond, you both heard a distant moan from the other room accompanied by a rhythmic thumping against the wall.

Kenny looked so surprised and giddy as he said

"See, I told you. Your moans are so fucking hot thwy get everyone horny. 😃" You laughed softlt slapped his chest. "Shut up, you dont know that's what happened."

"Matt you're not putting anything in my ass!" "Fine, I'm sorry"

You look at each other and smile but then it hits you both how thin the walls actually are....

Breakfast will be very interesting tomorrow.

[starryredpandawrites]

Im craving angst…

What would happen if gent found Bendy and Audrey exists? (In the real world)

Ask and you shall receive. You and @gothic-mothic-topic would get along, lol

It would be real bad. Tempted to leave it at that as a joke but I'm not mean 😉

Let's say Gent goes after them while Audrey is at work. They would probably go after Audrey first with the hope they could use her to get the Ink Demon to behave.

However, I think Audrey would be prepared for this. She’s been paranoid about Gent finding out about them ever since she had her little crisis in the Gent building about whether she’s their property or not. So somehow she would finagle her way out of Gent’s clutches with use of her ink powers (I headcanon she keeps her ink powers when she leaves the ink world. Don’t ask me how banishing fits into things, I haven’t figured that out yet. Either it does nothing or melts real people, idk) and possibly the powers of violence. If she had to get violent cue mental crisis of hurting real people. It's a lot easier to beat someone to death if they look like goopy ink people.

Anyway, she would call home with a code to give Bendy a sign that they gotta dip or she’d have something similar set up to signal to him that something is wrong.

They would meet up and bail. Cue possibility of crazy car chase with the Ink Demon jumping out of the car to go flip their pursuers cars then running back to Audrey’s car while Audrey’s screaming bloody murder the whole time.

Since I just wrote a Bendy Bites about Bendy hunting in the wilderness, i'm gonna say that once they get outside the city they ditch the car and just start living off the land. Luckily for them, they don't really need to eat/sleep. It's good for their mental health but not an absolute necessity.

Bendy is fine with this. Audrey is not.

Audrey would be devastated. She just lost her dream job and her entire life. At least when she was stuck in the machine, there was hope she would go home and everything would go back to normal. That's impossible now. She's really gonna miss interacting with people, her job, and worst of all she's gonna get hit with a lot of guilt for abandoning everyone in the cycle. If Gent found the two of them, there's no way they haven't found the Ink Machine yet either. If she managed to bring the Illusion of Living with her, that would alleviate some of the guilt but if she didn’t she would feel real, real bad about leaving everyone behind.

Bendy sees this and hates that there's nothing he can do to help Audrey. The harsh reality is that if it wasn't for him, Audrey very likely could have kept living her life in blissful ignorance. But no, she chose to house him and now they both have to face the consequences.

So, now they have a choice. Go back and see if they can steal the machine or stay in hiding and pray that Gent doesn't fuck with them too much.

I think they would go back for them. :)

[chapel-of-rizztual]

16 with aurora/swiss? 🤔

“What do you like?” Swiss had asked her, and, at the time, it seemed like an innocent question.

“I don’t know…” Was her answer, because, well, she didn’t. She hasn’t been summoned long enough to figure it out yet.

“Then how about we find out together?” And the sinister smirk on his face should have been an indicator to her how this was going to go.

That was how she ended up in Swiss’ bed, arms bound to the headboard and silk blindfold over her eyes, with his head buried between her thighs.

He’s pulled two orgasms from her already and showed no sighs of slowing, lapping at her cunt with a vigour she’d never experienced before.

He added two fingers without warning, pulling his head away to look at her.

“I’m not stopping until that blindfold is wet with your tears.” He pumps his finger in and of her at a speed that fills the room with a lewd slick sound. “I want it to be as wet at you are.” She throws her head back with a moan, spreading her legs wider for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” He growls into her pussy before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucks hard. Aurora keens, her hips bucking into his face. He pins her hips down with his other hand and growls, low and feral. She pulls her legs over his shoulders and he gives a him of approval, sending vibrations through her clit. Aurora moans again, hips rolling into Swiss’ face.

Aurora can feel the build of another orgasm burning in her gut, rolling around desperate for release. She tugs at the restraints, desperate to bury her hands on Swiss’ hair. Swiss scrapes his teeth along her clit and she all bit screams, clenching around Swiss’ fingers. Swiss pulls his mouth away and she whines, desperate bucking her hips to chase his mouth.“You close, baby?” He whispers to her. “I don’t need to ask, I can feel you clench down on my finger, Satan you’re so tight.”

“I-Swiss. Im so close.” She pants out, arms tugging at the restraints once again. “You know what I wanna see?” Swiss ignores her pleas. “I wanna watch Mountain fuck you. You’re so small, fuck he’d absolutely destroy you.” Swiss cuts off a moan by biting at her thigh. “Maybe later, once I’ve had my fun with you, I’ll invite him in here and watch him absolutely wreck you.” Aurora moans, loudly, her eyes squeezing closed behind the blindfold. She clenches down even harder on his fingers making him

He laugh at her.

“You like that idea, baby? You like the idea of me watching Mountain wreck you?”

She nods best she can, another moan bubbling out of her, one leg drawing up in an attempt to get Swiss’ fingers deeper into her, her orgasm right on the edge. Swiss thumbs at her clit, rubbing in harsh circles. “Common baby, can feel your so close for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He bits down on her thigh and that’s it for her. She cums, hard, feeling it ripping though her entire body, gushing around Swiss’ fingers.

“Fuck that’s it baby, such a good girl for me, so hot.” Swiss thumbs her clit harder, pushing his fingers in deeper to draw out her orgasm as long as possible, her release going all over his hand and arm. She slowly comes down from her high, feeling Swiss rub at her thigh.

“You did so good for me, so so good for me.” He fingers are still moving slowly inside her, petting at her. “But, that blindfold is still dry. So, we keep going until your eyes are crying just as much as your pussy is.” Aurora can’t help the moan that’s pushed out of at the feeling of Swiss’ fingers picking up speed again and his lips wrapping around her clit once again. It was going to be a long night.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P9

WARNING; GRAPIC BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, IMPLIED SUICIDE, SELF HARM, DRINKING OF BLOOD, AND BLOOD PACTS- VERY INTENSE CHAPTER!!! POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!!

IM BEING SERIOUS, I WENT ALL IN WITH THIS CHAPTER, IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE INTENSE STUFF, DO NOT READ.

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Don't you disrespect me little man! Don't you derogate or deride! You're in my world now, Not your world And I got friends on the other side!

-

You hadn’t even been married; he hadn’t had the chance to propose; he had barely moved in after your parent's death.

You were barely into your early twenties.

It was probably the coldest and bleakest day of your life; Harrison's death and rebirth. As a vampire.

You hated remembering that day, that night more so.

-

“Be kind Harrison” you laughed, hanging onto his arm as his fingers intertwined with yours, making your way back home; not noticing the shadowy figure keeping pace behind you. Harrison just laughed, shaking his head.

“Always my dear” he muttered, kissing your knuckles “but he deserved it, you heard what he called Calista” you rolled your eyes at Harrison’s defense, but you couldn’t fault him for protecting his sister, even if it meant insulting the hell out of the butcher for calling Calista a bed-warmer. Which she wasn’t, she was still ‘pure’ as the priest would say.

She saw no desire for things like that anyhow, her love and lust were for the world beyond the shores.

“Come on, it's almost dusk-“ Harrison’s words were cut off at the sound of a tree-branch snapping and he whirled around, eyes scanning the tree line behind you. “Harry?” you whispered, tugging on his hand gently, feeling him pull you to stand behind him “Harry?”

“I just thought I heard something” he muttered, turning and pulling you towards the castle, his shoulders tense and his hand tight around yours. You hummed, glancing back at the forest line, leaning into Harrison’s side before you were ripped away; your scream cut short with a rough hand on your mouth. “HEY!” Harrison yelled, running after you as the man tugged you back towards the tree line. “LET HER GO!”

“Come along my dear” a gruff voice whispered in your ear, and you struggled as best you could- recognizing it as the voice of the priest's brother. Solomon. He was much older than you, wealthy, and well off in his life. But his demands for your hand had been ignored by you and your parents; while they didn’t like Harrison, they did admit he was better for you than Solomon.

You reeled your elbow back, sending it into Solomon’s gut and making him double over. You ducked under his arms and twisted them about, flinching as his wrist gave a sickening crack. You bolted back towards Harrison, nearly collapsing in his arms as he grabbed you, pulling you back towards the house.

“What in the seven hells are you doing?!” Harrison yelled, pulling you behind him and glaring at the older man, Solomon’s eyes flashing with madness and jealousy. “The gods decreed her mine, you devil!” Solomon screamed, the blood vessels in his eyes popping as he glared at you and Harrison.

“Fuck the gods then, she isn’t yours to have! You cretin.”  Harrison hissed, slowly pushing you back towards the castle, you just had to get inside, and you both would be safe. “I will have her, we will wed and I will have her” Solomon muttered, his eyes swirling with darkness and cruelty. Harrison tilted his down, ready to do whatever it took to keep you safe.

“(y/n), get inside, now!” Harrison yelled, stopping Solomon in his tracks as he attempted to rush Harrison, the feral old man practically foaming at the mouth as he swung wildly. You stuttered for a moment, but obeyed, knowing you would be no help in this fight.

You turned, going to run back inside when you heard Harrison gasp and choke. You turned again, screaming as you saw Solomon rip a knife out of Harrison's chest, blood following the blade “HARRISON!” You screamed, rushing towards your beloved as Solomon backed away, his eyes wide.

“i-I didn’t mean…” he whispered, the madness suddenly gone from his eyes as Harrison stumbled back, his hands hovering above the fatal wound Solomon had granted him. You caught Harrison’s falling form, his knees buckling under his sudden dead weight. “no-no no please no, Harry-please, stay awake my love-stay awake!” you pleaded with his fading spirit, his ocean blue eyes looking into yours, glassy and scared.

“(y/n)” he whispered, voice cracked and quiet, he reached towards you and you quickly grasped his hand, holding it to your chest; your tears dripping down your cheeks and onto his bloodied chest. “I’m-I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, this isn’t your fault, you just need to stay awake-for me-okay?” you whispered back, frantic and pleading, taking your other hand and holding Harrison’s face, not liking the way it felt cold against your palm.  He smiled up at you, tilting his face into your palm “I love you (y/n)” he murmured, already struggling to breathe.

“I love you too, now stay awake-please; I can't lose you” you whispered, leaning down to kiss Harrison’s forehead “you’re all I have” he smiled, his breath shuddering as he leaned up with all his might to kiss you, his hand weakly curling around your arm. “Have courage, and be kind” he whispered, echoing your words right back to you, the light in his eyes going out as he slumped into your lap, his head falling back against your arms.

“No-no no nonono!” you screamed, sobbing out against his chest as Harrison’s breathing stopped, along with his heart. “HARRY!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!” you sat there for what felt like hours, crying against Harrison’s body, which was growing colder by the moment, clutching his shirt and hand as tight you could, hoping that-something-anything-would bring him back if you wished for it hard enough.

When you looked up, red-eyed and unable to shed any more tears, Solomon was gone, and the sun had set. You took a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to stand and helplessly drag Harrison’s body into your home, collapsing against the cold stone walls once you made it inside, closing the heavy wooden door with your foot as you cradled his body against yours, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Please” you whispered to the air, hoping something-anything-was listening “please, just…just give him back-I’ll do anything” you pressed your face into his shoulder, muffing your sobs against his clothes. You clenched your jaw as a strong shudder ran up your spine, something-cold-grasping your shoulders and gently pulling you towards Harrison’s study just down the hall.

You stared, wondering what was pulling you towards his study, slowly slipping out from under Harrison’s study and walking down the hall; feeling like your body was moving of its own accord. That cold grasp left your arms and guided your hands to the locked top drawer in Harrison’s desk, and for once, it was unlocked. You pulled it open, your breath catching as you looked down at the spell book that had been found a few miles away a good hundred years ago, under the wych elm.

It was tied with a white ribbon and smelled of cleansing herbs. You carefully grabbed the leather-bound book, tracing your fingers on the indented symbol on the front. You looked back at Harrison, your eyes stuck on the bloody stab wound, your eyes closed, remembering how many times Solomon had cursed Harry as the devil, and claimed you to be his.

“He wants a devil, he’s getting one” you muttered, undoing the ribbon and opening the book, the room suddenly dropped in temperature, and you could see your breath in the thin beam of moonlight that filtered into the room. You felt clawed hands curling over your shoulder and arms, one guiding down your hand to guide you to flip through the book. You looked at your hand and shoulders, seeing nothing there.

You took a deep breath, hurriedly flipping through the book until you felt you found what you were looking for “A simple exchange” you whispered, running your finger down the words written on the paper.

“To bring one soul back to the land of the living, another soul must take its place-and another must be the first's anchor” you muttered, licking your lips nervously as you read the instructions of the spell; all of which only led to one thing.

A living sacrifice.

You nearly threw up reading what you would have to do, this wasn’t just-witch craft, it was devil’s work. “Drink the blood of the sacrificed?” you whispered, nearly dropping the book “i-i-I” you could feel yourself spiraling, nose burning with panicked tears.

You locked eyes with Harrison’s body again and you closed your eyes, gritting your jaw before slamming the book closed and walking out of the study, that cold feeling and claws following you right out.

-

“I’m pleased you’ve come around my dear, in time you’ll see I was the right one for you all along. The Lord will rejoice in our union.” Solomon said, his fingers trailing down your neck. You had to stop yourself from breaking his fingers, your fear and anger helping you keep yourself in check.

“Mmm,” you hummed, leading Solomon down into the basement, which he thought was one of your personal rooms. Soloman rubbed his hands together as you stepped into the stone room “it’s cold, is there a fire we could light?” Solomon asked, blinking as fire appeared in the middle of the room, the door behind him slamming shut. “wha-“

He saw Harrison’s body, slumped in the corner, pale as a sheet, and you standing across from him, eyes as black as coal. “Dear?” Solomon whimpered, gasping as his back touched the cold stone wall. He looked down, his breath picking up at the symbol carved into the floor, and in the middle, the floating fire that illuminated the room.

“Witch,” Solomon cried out, desperately trying to get to the door “you lie with the devil!” you just glared, the book clutched tightly in your hand as Solomon did everything he could to open the door. Nothing worked, the strong wood being held closed by an unseen force, all whispering praises and encouragement to you.

“And the devil shall rise again, as you called him” you finally muttered, and Solomon realized what you were going to do, crying out as he sunk to the floor. “No, show me kindness, mercy my dear!” he sobbed, closing his eyes as you stalked towards him, a knife in hand.

“My kindness was drained from me, the moment you killed my love” you sneered, chest rising with panting rage. “And your death shall bring him back.” You took a final look at Harrison’s body, and that pushed you to go through with the spell, grabbing Solomon’s trembling arm and throwing him onto the carved symbol, jumping on him before he could move and stabbing him right in the middle of the chest, tears of pain and anger burning in your eyes as you stabbed him again, and again, and again; until he was gurgling on his blood.

You grabbed his left arm, slitting his wrist and letting the blood drain, doing the same with his right wrist.

Then you leaned over his face, looking right into his eyes “I love Harrison Deville, and nothing-will never change that. No matter what he becomes, or what he does; because I have murdered for him, I have made a deal with the devil for him. You will never, tear us apart” you whispered, feeling something click within your soul as you slit Solomon’s throat, closing your eyes as he took his last breath and slumped, blood pouring from every orifice of his body.

You scrambled off his body, hitting the wall and curling into yourself, sobbing into your arms as the carved symbol on the floor filled with blood. “Forgive me Harry” you whispered, tear and blood-stained face crumbled with a thousand emotions. You forced yourself to stand, grabbing the book and reading what you had to do next.

You took a shuddering breath, moving back to Solomon’s body and grabbing the two silver chalices and forcing some of the still draining blood into the chalices, one from the left wrist, and one from the right wrist.

You set them on the table, pulling Solomon’s body off the symbol and half carrying and half pulling Harrison’s body onto it to replace Solomon. “Please let this work, or I shall join you in the afterlife my love” you muttered, running your hands through Harrison’s hair before standing, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the silver dagger from the table; closing your eyes before you slit your left wrist, letting your blood mix with the two chalices holding Solomon’s blood.

You hesitated before pouring the blood from the right wrist into Harrison’s mouth, closing your eyes as it pooled there. “This is for him (y/n), all for him” you told yourself, feeling those clawed hands on yours, gently pushing the chalice towards your mouth. You closed your eyes, titling your head back and downing the small amount of blood, gagging as it slid down your throat.

You coughed, squeezing your eyes shut as you threw the chalice to the side, wiping your mouth free of the excess blood. “Okay, okay, no turning back now” you muttered, stepping away from Harrison’s body, lifting your hands and taking a deep breath. “I, (y/n) Godkin, offer the soul, the blood, and the life of Solomon Bennett; to bring back the soul of Harrison Deville.”

You gasped as your arms suddenly felt like they were on fire, the symbol on the ground swirling with Solomon's blood and beginning to boil. You closed your eyes, feeling a burning sensation from your chest and your left wrist, your blood-and Harrisons-pulling from his chest into yours, hovering just in front of your collar bones. “I, (y/n) Godkin, offer my soul, my blood, and my life; to be the anchor of Harrison Deville’s soul, to guide him through his eternal life on earth, as a son of the devil.”

You opened your eyes, gasping as you saw your blood and Harrison’s crystallizing before your eyes, the silver from the chalice curling around the top. You let out a slow breath, looking down at Harrison’s body, seeing the color coming back to his cheeks. ‘Last part (y/n), last part’ you thought to yourself, keeping your eyes on Harrison’s body as you began to chant the final bit of the spell.

“Eleka nahmen nahmen” you began to chant, having to hold back a wince as a burning sensation started at your forehead and began to spread down your chest, your arms, and your legs, leaving a red glowing mark in its wake.  “Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen, Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen” you gasped in pain as the burning sensation turned to fire, your clothes burning up and turning to ash as the marks made themselves known.

"Let his flesh not be torn, Let his blood leave no stain, Though they beat him; Let him feel no pain. Let his bones never break, And however they try to destroy him; Let him never die, Let him never die.” With each word, you saw the life return to Harrison Deville, the color returning to his cheeks, the breath returning to his chest, his closed eyes fluttering as if only in sleep; not in death.

It was working.

“Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen.”

And with that last chant, the crystallized blood fully formed, leaving a ruby-like gem in its place; silver vines and roses decorating the top. Harrison's initials and last name engraved into the vines and gem. You swallowed harshly as a leather cord extended from it and wrapped around your neck, something whispering in your mind as it did.

‘forever bound as one, your life will be his, his life yours; Joy and pain shared’

The voice whispered away as did the horrid cold, tears trailing down your face as Harrison swallowed the blood in his mouth, awakening with a strangled gasp, one now-clawed hand reaching to his throat as he tried to regain his senses “i-what-where?” Harrison stuttered, looking about the room confused before he saw you, his eyes softening and his panic disappearing “love”

You sobbed, collapsing on yourself as you cried into your hands, the red glowing marks still vivid on your skin “It worked, oh gods it worked” you whispered into your hands, letting Harrison tug you into his arms as he sat up and crawled over to you. “I don’t know what you did but thank you my love” he whispered, eyes widening as he saw Solomon’s body in the corner, before shaking his head, burying his face in your neck. “Thank you”

You gasped as he slowly pulled back a few moments later, wiping your face clean of tears and blood, his nails sharp and black, his teeth sharpened, and his eyes almost black. “I love you so much” you whispered, feeling your skin rise with goosebumps as the cold basement set into your exposed skin as the marks faded away. Harry smiled, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

“And I love you my dear, so much” you sobbed at his words, grabbing his still bloodstained collar and pulling him into you, pressing a desperate kiss to his warm lips. He hummed into it, wrapping his arms tightly around you and holding you tight, one of his hands cupping your cheek.

You tucked your head into his neck as you pulled away, breathing in his faded scent that blended with his blood. “I think I need to change and burn these clothes” Harrison muttered, chuckling as you gently smacked his arm before nodding, letting him pick you up and carry you out of the basement, your legs weakened after doing what you did, and still feeling the effects from the burning marks.

-

You pinched your nose as you remembered that day, you didn’t regret it, not a bit; but it was a painful and gross memory. You just wish you hadn’t been forced to go through with it in the first place. You looked down at the last letter dangling between your fingers and peeled open the wax seal; opening the letter and settling against the stone wall once more.

“To my dearest (y/n), my beloved, my wife, my only love;

It has been 900 years since your disappearance, and I have shaped myself into a man you would fear…my name is Walter Deville now, I kept our last, since I deemed it appropriate. But I’ve long moved out of our home, and in the late 1800’s, the Alexander family built me a manor, just three miles away from our home.

Only Viktoria, the bride of the Klopstock family, knew this; as she has been the only one to survive these last 500 years. Oh, I think I forgot to tell you what the deal was, from the 1500’s? the three families offered me fresh ‘prey’ and three brides, one from each family, offering a blood pact for their protection, prosperity, and doubling my strength.

It was much like the spell you performed to save me, darling, they had a whole witch and everything. But she felt so much-less powerful than you, even though you did not practice your magics beyond our bond. Im rambling, I apologize; I wrote this only a few hours after I saw you again, the day of your arrival with Evie.

Gods, I still can't believe it, even as I sit here and write you this letter for you to hopefully find, and remember me with. To see you again has been a blessing from the gods I never expected to see…even if you do not remember me, I will die happily at any time, simply because I have seen you, I knew you hadn’t died, I knew my hope wasn’t for naught.

I’m sorry I didn’t look hard enough, I’m sorry I gave up; I have to wonder-where were you my love? Locked in a basement? Buried within the town? Did they take you far away from me?

You were under the wych elm? Had my-silly theory, been correct? Were you that close all this time? Had I given up just a moment before I reached you? Had I forsaken you to another 500 years of darkness simply because I lost hope?

Im so sorry.”

You trailed your fingers across the dutifully written words, a strained smile on your lips as you noticed the warped paper; he had cried again. You could imagine him clenching his jaw as he sobbed, one hand curled into his hair as the other held his pen lightly, the object threatening to clatter to the ground as his shoulders shook with his cries.

“I must tell you this before I run out of room on this-damned piece of paper; I never loved any of my brides from the three families. Viktoria is a thorn in my side, thinking she always knows what's best and tries to constantly rip control for herself from anyone and anything. She was a monster before I ever offered my blood. The Billington brides have always been kind, some a false kindness but Lucy…she reminds me of you, she is a bubble of-gods I don’t know…she reminds me of Calista, honestly; probably why I never saw her as a wife and more of a family member.

And Emmaline, my last Alexander bride, she was kind-but she was sad, she did not want to be involved with all of this. Again, reminding me of you; and how you wished to not have to do what you did all those years ago. She killed herself to free herself and end all of…this. I always tried to treat the Alexander family a bit better than the rest, as Evelyn, your friend, was their ancestor, and after your disappearance, she was kind-the only one to know of our true bond other than my sisters.

Evie, your friend now, is supposed to be wed to me this Sunday…and-seeing you again-I don’t know if I want to do it. She is your friend; she has brought you back to me-I don’t know if I can curse her to live this life. It’s not like me, Walter, to feel this way…Viktoria has already noticed my hesitance, I don’t think she likes you. Fuck her. I would be a pathetic farm boy again, just to be with you. I would face every struggle, every burden to just be able to look into your eyes, and tell you I love you once more.

I never stopped loving you, you have always been on my mind; Harrison never truly died, I had never been able to do that; not when I still loved you. Love…if you remember, and you realize the monster I’ve become, and you decide to leave me-I will understand-I will still love you, and will still protect you with all that I am. I will do my best to get Evie back home with you if you do leave, she has graced me with someone I thought had disappeared from my life forever, and I am eternally grateful for her. Ah, there's so little left in this paper, I suppose I should wrap it up” you could imagine him huffing and tapping his pen against the desk, pouting a bit at not being able to write more to you “if you do remember me, and all that we went through; and you decide to love me just as you had 900 years ago…you know where to find me.

We only had 20 years together, 6 of that spent within our eternal bond, but I wouldn’t trade those years for anything, or anyone in the world. I love you (y/n), so much. And I missed you, so much.

Your beloved, and forever-loving husband; Harrison Deville.”

You shook your head “sap” you muttered, getting to your feet and grabbing the pocket watch, kissing the polished top and pocketing it, carefully folding the letter back up and holding it close to your chest, your necklace burning with renewed power. “Harrison Deville, here I come”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your lips as you raced out of Harrison’s study, down the stairs, through the ballroom, out the courtyard, and down the forest path; heart pumping with adrenaline and excitement, your arms pumping by your sides as you sprinted through the forest towards the manor.

As you arrived, you saw many butlers and maids wandering about getting ready for the rehearsal dinner later that night. You checked your phone, it was in two hours; just enough time to find Harrison and tell him you still loved him, and remembered everything.

You took a direct turn to the library/his study, pushing open the door, slightly surprised to find it unlocked, and called his name out gently; sighing in disappointment to find him not there. You sped over to his desk, looking for something to write on when you saw the file on his desk.

It was of all the maids, and Evie. You quickly scanned over it, sighing a bit as you realized what it was “Good to know he didn’t break his promise to not lie to me” you muttered before remembering he did, but in a way to protect your still fragile mind “Brother my ass, died after designing the room my ass” you joked to yourself, shaking your head as you continue your search for a blank piece of paper and a pen.

“Dammit,” you groaned, there was nothing on his desk, not even a sticky note! Looking down at the letter in your hand you got an idea, you set it on the desk, turned it over to the blank side, and grabbed a pen. You quickly scribbled what you wanted to tell him, keeping it short and sweet.

'i remember, and I still love you-didn’t I say ‘no matter what?’

You sighed with a smile, tapping the paper before stepping back, going to search for Harrison when you were hit over the head with something heavy and you crumbled to the floor, gasping in pain as a tall feminine figure stood over you, her eyes dark with rage. She snatched your letter to Harrison and crumbled it, pocketing it and huffing.

“You really don’t know when you quit do you? Witch” she muttered, her clawed hands grabbing the collar of your jacket and beginning to drag you out of the manor, your vision fading out as soon as your body passed the doorway to the main hall.

-

“This should do the trick” Viktoria muttered, tossing your bound body into the hole that sat underneath the Wych elm. Just as the townsfolk had done so many years ago. Viktoria looked down at the small book in her hands, smirking at its title ‘how to bind the witch of Carfax Abbey.’ She had grown up hearing the legend of the witch of Carfax Abbey, a witch who had bewitched lord Deville and sacrificed children and the priest's brother to keep her youth.

Now she knew those tales weren’t entirely true, you were too…kind-to kill anyone, let alone children. One of the families of the town just a few miles away from Carfax Abbey had noticed the brother's disappearance and linked it to Lord Deville’s disappearance, his reappearance, and the sudden-ethereal look to lady Godkin. They claimed witch, and hunted you down; which according to legend, had been successful. This was back in the 1120s, a good six years after the brother’s disappearance.

Viktoria chuckled to herself, pocketing the book and snapping her fingers, some of the butlers doing the dirty work for Viktoria as they began to fill the hole with dirt. “I’ll take good care of him dear” Viktoria cooed, waving her fingers to your once again forever sleeping form.

She walked off, leaving the butlers alone, some of which glancing at each other, clearly uncomfortable with what they were doing. They had noticed the -change- in lord Deville with your arrival, he had been happier, easygoing. They did not want to know what would happen if he found out about what they and Viktoria had done.

Soon they had filled the hole and buried your body, two of the butlers staying back for a moment, glancing at each other with an odd look. “Ain’t she the one we found 10 years ago?” the blonde one asked, biting his lip as he looked back at the loose dirt covering your grave. The other nodded, taking a shuddering breath.

10 years ago, these two butlers -then they were only boys, 14 years old at the most-had traveled off the main forest path and stumbled across the wych’s elm. They had remembered the legend of the witch and-goofing around, dug up the supposed sleeping place of the witch; the only spot on the grounds not frozen deep or covered with snow.

Only to find you, bound by chains, and white ribbon; looking as if you were only just buried. Your chest rising and falling, as if only in sleep. Nearly peeing themselves, they took your body from the grave, one cutting the white ribbon from your body.

When you began to stir, they ran for their lives, screaming about how the witch was real and how she had risen from the dead.

That had been the day you woke up all alone, with no memories but your name, snow drifting from the sky and dirt staining your dress.

The two butlers glanced at each other again, then followed after their co-workers, wondering if it was worth it to follow Viktoria's orders.

-end of part 9-

yep, another cliff hanger mfs~~~~ also-how’d yall like how wrote the official reveal?! were your theories correct? did i somehow throw you off even though i didnt mean to?? XD but to make some things final; (y/n) was not a witch until that night she made the sacrifice-and after that, she only uses her new magic to connect with Harrison, beyond that-she hates using it, too much of a reminder of Harrison’s death. The necklace! its basically a ‘contract’ of the spell, or the heart of the spell, it connects (y/n) and Harrison through body and soul, if (y/n) is hurt, it shows up on Harrison so he can protect her/heal her if needed. 

Her blood makes him all powerful, even more powerful then if he has all three brides, as she is his connection to the world, his anchor. her blood is also the best food source for him, he only needs a drop and he’s full for a year (exaggeration but you get it) and his blood can heal her through the gem; aka him sharing his powers with her. and (y/n)’s 900 year disappearance and how she woke up, hopefully it came across well enough, but the townsfolk bound her with chains and cleansing white ribbon (like the one on the spell book) and buried her under the wych elm, basically to taunt Harrison since she was-that close (the elm is only like-less than five miles away from the castle). and then 890 years later, two boys, who would become butlers at the manor, were goofing around and found (y/n), one accidently undid the ribbon and (y/n) was freed. she doesn't remember the chains cuz-everything's fuzzy when you wake up. 

as for the red glowing marks-think raven from teen titan’s with those the gem/portal marks

also note-Harrison’s death and revival happens within a day, from sunset to sunrise; (y/n) works fast as fuck boi.

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[defectivevillain]

struck by your lightning, chii

reader’s pronouns: he/him

here’s chapter one [you’ll want to read this first, otherwise this part won’t make much sense]

as i mentioned in part one, this is a chat fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)

a lil recap of last chapter: you're assigned to work the red carpet at a national awards gala. there, you interview tons of celebrities, including kaminari! kaminari is super nice & you leave the event feeling exhausted, relieved, and satisfied all at once. you return home to take a light nap, only to wake up to a notification from your phone. it seems kaminari is texting you...? that's weird.

Direct Message

You: SKJNFIOE LK>BFGJSL B>GEJRHKR BLWUIFKGJ ER

Kaminari Denki: u good?

You: TOTALLY COMPLETELY FINE

Kaminari Denki: OKAY, GOOD ?

You: YEP…

You: 😶

Kaminari Denki: 😶 😶

You: sorry i didn’t believe you

You: i have to be careful with messages from unknown numbers…

You: well, you get it, i’m sure.

Kaminari Denki: ya i get it

You: also, i have something to say to you

Kaminari Denki: wassup

You: waffles are better fck u

Kaminari Denki: ur so wrong.

You: I AM ABSOTLEUYL NOT

Kaminari Denki: LMFAO YOU ABSOTLEUYL ARE

You: FUCK U

Kaminari Denki: 😘

You: hold on. hold onnnnnn.

You: how’d u get this number ??

You: pls don’t tell me my number is leaked

Kaminari Denki: nahhh it’s not leaked

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You have to breathe a sigh of relief at that. It’s not like you’re an important public figure or anything, but the thought of anyone having access to your phone number sends shivers down your spine. You already get enough spam calls.

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Kaminari Denki: i got ur number cuz…

Kaminari Denki: idol perks

You: you just asked my coworker, didn’t you

Kaminari Denki: yup

You: sigh…

Kaminari Denki: they told me that if i hurt you

Kaminari Denki: they’d murder me

You: gsjfdkheng3oaejk….

You: just give me a moment to scream

Kaminari Denki: …

You: ok im bck

Kaminari Denki: LOL dude ur good dw abt it 😭

Kaminari Denki: i thought it was kinda cute actually

You: unfortunately, they were dead fucking serious… they could kill a bitch

You: i wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already killed someone, actually…

Kaminari Denki: well that’s comforting

You: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: also, congrats on the award !

Kaminari Denki: thx

Kaminari Denki: does this mean you’ll listen to my music now?

You: maybe

Kaminari Denki: hmph :/

You: why?

Kaminari Denki: why what?

You: idk. why do you care? it’s not like my listening will give you any money

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: cause ur cute and i like you?

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You:

Kaminari Denki: welp i’m just gonna go then 🏃🏃🏃

You: no waittt

You: sorry, you just surprised me

Kaminari Denki: no one’s ever said that to you before?

You: well, i mean, yeah, but…

Kaminari Denki: who. when. where. why.

You: plssss

You: what album should i start on then

Kaminari Denki: lightning

You: oki

Kaminari Denki: tell me how u like it after ;0

You: okiii

You: alr i’m gonna go to bed

Kaminari Denki: gn (´｡• ω •｡`)

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Kaminari: it’s been a week are you alive

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You grimace at the notification displayed on your lock screen. Admittedly, you hadn’t meant to ignore him- time just slipped away from you. Guilt stews in your chest all the same.

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You: no i’m definitely not

Kaminari: sooo what’d ya think

You: oh SHIT that’s what i forgot to do

You: im so sorryyyyy the agency has been running me ragged 🙏

Kaminari: don’t apologize for doing ur job,, lol

Kaminari: what are they having you do?

You: whaleeee

You: before, i was more of a local reporter

You: but since the awards, i’ve actually been interviewing other celebrities and stuff

Kaminari: oh

You: it’s weird, tbh

Kaminari: ya a lot of music folks are pretty weird

You: says you

Kaminari: oi! i’m not weird 😡

You: im jk lolll

Kaminari: you know for a reporter you have awful grammar

You: well fck u2 then

Kaminari: :P

You: people keep recognizing me now,,, it’s weird

You: like literally a girl came up to me yesterday and was like “you interviewed kaminari!!”

Kaminari: oh shit lol

You: right?

You: other than that, i’ve been good

You: hbu? you’ve probably been busy

Kaminari: nah, not that much. just writing new music.

You: oh cool

You: speaking of music

You: i really liked your album

Kaminari: rly? u listened to it?

You: ofc i did!!!! it was cool

Kaminari Denki: what was ur fave song :P

You: probably shockwave!

You: it was very heartfelt

Kaminari: yeah… i wrote that one in the midst of a breakup

You: awe :(

You: at least it made a great song, haha

Kaminari Denki: yeah, that’s a good way to think about it actually

You: 😌

Kaminari Denki: so what other music do you listen to, then?

Kaminari Denki: besides mine, obviously

You: i listen to sero’s music sometimes

Kaminari Denki: skljehgeiroljhngejlrkshg

You: have you heard of him?

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: yes

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

You: r u good?

You: u got rly weird all of a sudden

Kaminari Denki: one sec, i need to kill a bitch

You: wut

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Direct Message

Kaminari: SERO I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU

Sero Brain Cells: I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RIP YOUR POSTER

Sero Brain Cells: IT WAS AN ACCIDENTTTTTT

Kaminari: what

Sero Brain Cells: what

Kaminari: what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ohshit💀

Kaminari: sero. what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ur limited edition one….? ha…… ha……

Kaminari: wow i am literally going to kill you twice

Sero Brain Cells: NO PLS SPARE ME

Kaminari: and to think that wasn’t even what i was going to talk to you about

Kaminari: damn

Kaminari: ok. focus, kaminari.

Sero Brain Cells: i swear i’ll make it up to you bro

Kaminari: you will?

Sero Brain Cells: yes just ask for a favor. any favor and i’ll do it

Kaminari: perfect. stop making music forever.

Sero Brain Cells: okay

Kaminari: nice

Sero Brain Cells: great

Kaminari: perfect

Sero Brain Cells: wait WHAT THE FUCK

Kaminari: u heard me hoe

Sero Brain Cells: wtf crawled up ur ass dude

Kaminari: i asked my friend what kind of music he listens to and he said yours

Sero Brain Cells: holy shit ur talking to that reporter?

Kaminari: HOW IN THE HELL

Kaminari: LITERALLY HOW DID YOU KNOW

Sero Brain Cells: lmfaooo

Sero Brain Cells: kami, i know all of ur other friends. bc they’re also my friends.

Kaminari: sighhhhh

Sero Brain Cells: anyway. he listens to my music?

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: that’s cool tbh

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: give him my number, will u?

Kaminari: i despise you

Kaminari: why are we friends

Sero Brain Cells: because i’m sexy and hot and funny?

Kaminari:

Sero: <3 ?

Kaminari: … <3

Sero Brain Cells: and bc i make good music? ;)

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: damn 💀

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Direct Message

You: u good, dude…? it's been a few days…

Kaminari Denki: definitely… dude.

You: don’t kill sero, pls? I like his music :$

Kaminari Denki: oof

You: i’m messing with you

You: although i do actually like his music a lot

Kaminari Denki: staHp

You: but i like ur music more ;)

Kaminari Denki: DSNJKGLJSNJGFKSGJLS

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oh!! also!!! i completely forgot- u left ur placard on the red carpet the other day

You: oh FUCKKKKKK MEEEEE

Kaminari Denki: i mean if you insist

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

Kaminari Denki: [placard.jpg]

[placard.jpg]: A picture of the ever-familiar placard that you had at the red carpet. The back is filled with your rampant scribblings and notes. It’s hardly legible once you really look at it. Upon closer investigation, there’s a note in glittery gold ink at the bottom with a cute doodle of a Pikachu. Evidently, that was Kaminari’s doing.  

You: AKSJHGSDJSHJKHJS THANK YOU FOR SAVING IT

You: omfg that would’ve been so bad if someone else had gotten ahold of it…

Kaminari Denki: yeah some of these notes are hilarious, dude

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Ground Zero anything. Ever.”

You: NOOOOOO you weren’t supposed to see that

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Shoto about his father,” is a rly good one actually

You: oh goddddd pls spare me

Kaminari Denki: dude it’s okay calm down

Kaminari Denki: do u want it back

You: yeah ig

You: wouldn’t want to leak industry secrets 🙄

You: since u have it… can u just mail it to me

Kaminari Denki: don’t have ur address

You: well i’ll just give it to you then, dude

Kaminari Denki: i don’t have postal

You: wut 😶

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Direct Message

Kaminari: DUDE HELP MEEEEE

Kaminari: SOS SOS SO FUCKING S

Sero Brain Cells: what’d u do this time

Kaminari: so yk how the cuteass reporter dropped his placard and i picked it up

Sero Brain Cells: u did??? dawg ur whipped 💀

Kaminari: THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT

Kaminari: but anyway i texted him abt it today and he said i could just mail it to him

Kaminari: but!! i was hoping to see him again and obv i didn’t want that to happen

Sero Brain Cells: and????

Kaminari: and… [textconvo.screenshot]

Sero Brain Cells: oh i know you did nottttt

Kaminari: I PANICKED AND SAID I DIDN’T HAVE POSTAL

Sero Brain Cells: yeah,,,, i can see that…..

Kaminari: I'M SO DONE

Sero Brain Cells: dude no ur not

Kaminari: wut

Sero Brain Cells: this is ur chance!!!!!! u can get him to hang out w u by offering to give him the placard thingy

Kaminari: have i ever told u that ur a genius

Sero Brain Cells: not enough, evidently

Kaminari: WELL UR A GENIUS

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: well, ty

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oi i have an idea

You: what’s up

Kaminari Denki: abt the placard

You: yes?

Kaminari Denki: ur agency’s near that one cafe right

You: espressobeanz? yes

Kaminari Denki: i can meet u there tmrw

You: um what

Kaminari Denki: ?

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You: wait what

Kaminari Denki: what?

You: idk, just… don’t you have more important things to do

Kaminari Denki: not rly

You: ok…

Kaminari Denki: plus i wanna hang out :(

You: ohhhh oki

You: wait holup holdup

You: the cafe is kinda public… r u gonna be ok

Kaminari Denki: why wouldn’t i be

You: idk don’t you get mobbed in public whenever people recognize you

Kaminari Denki: i mean yeah but it’s fine

You: u sure?

Kaminari Denki: yep!

You: okiii sounds like a plan then

Kaminari Denki: cool

You: i get off work at 3pm so let’s just meet then?

Kaminari Denki: 👍

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Direct Message

Kaminari: omfg sero ur forgiven for ripping my poster

Sero Brain Cells: HOORAY

Kaminari: im meeting w him tomorrow Ψ(`_´ # )↝

Sero Brain Cells: niiiiice!!

Kaminari: i'm so scared

Sero Brain Cells: what why

Kaminari: i'm scaredddd

Sero Brain Cells: okay okay don’t freak out

Sero Brain Cells: have you picked out an outfit?

Kaminari: nope

Sero Brain Cells: okay so here’s what we’ll do. I’ll meet u at ur place tn and i’ll help u pick out something to wear

Kaminari: and i’ll order food

Sero Brain Cells: YES NOW U GET IT

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You throw your phone on the couch and bury your head in your hands. Your heart is racing at the thought of seeing Kaminari again. You have to pause and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Thankfully, you have the rest of today to spend freaking about and picking out ten different outfits that you’ll never wear.

As for right now, though… It’s time to distract yourself. You pull up a Youtube video and resolutely pretend not to think about your date tomorrow.  

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chapter 3

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thx for reading <33333

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[typingatlightspeed]

TF2 Fanfic - Concentration Chapter 5 - Medic: Playing Doctor

Scout's next assignment is Medic, to be a guinea pig for the doctor's latest arcane experiement. Unfortunately, it's also a medical experiment, which means Scout has to suffer through the ordeal of surgery with the painkilling properties of the medigun turned down and the excited infodumping levels of the Teutonic garuda turned up to 11.

Part of Monstrous Intent!

Warnings: Surgery! Not super graphic with descriptions, but Medic spends some time up in Scout's guts in a not-sexy way for once. Shocking for me to write, I know. So yeah, if you're squeamish, be warned.

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"So I said to 'im, you're just mad 'cause you ain't got five boyfriends," Scout snorted, pulling a can of Bonk! out of the fridge. "You shoulda seen the look on 'is face when before I blasted it off 'is head!" He cracked the can and took a swig. "Classic."

Sniper's easy chuckle was interrupted as he squinted for a long moment and began counting on his fingers. "Wait, five? Since when? You got Doc, Heavy, Soldier—"

"Demo an' you, yeah," Scout interrupted, talking against the lip of the can and punctuating the statement with another noisy slurp.

Sniper's eyes snapped to Scout, wide. Oh, he was not prepared for this conversation. He'd just been proposed to a few days ago and now his best friend thought they were an item? He loved Scout, but he wasn't ready for that kind of relationship with him! "Er, I—look, you know you're me best mate, but—"

"Come on, Snipes, I know I'm hot shit but let's be real with ourselves, you an' Demo are way better at matin' than you are with me. Not to say you're a slouch or nothin'." Scout barely hid his grin around the can, drinking half to keep himself from bubbling over with laughter as his friend turned red and began to panic, stumbling over his words.

"N—not what I mean, I—we're not—it's not—look, I know we get sort of...more touchy-feely than you'd expect for friends with benefits, but—but I—we—"

"Ah, there ye are, ye wee minx!" Demoman called, entering the kitchen and making a beeline for Scout. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and dipped him, planting a slow, searching kiss on him that drew moans from the faun, before righting him and letting him go with a swat on the ass. "Oi, Mickey, ye alright? Ye look like ye're goin' tae be sick."

Sniper goggled at his lover, his secret fiance. "Tav, Scout thinks—"

"That we're boyfriends?" Demoman chuckled, ignoring the slight pout from Scout as he set about disarming the prank when it was just getting good. "Sorry, love, I couldnae resist lettin' him wind ye up."

"Look, you can call it what you want. We ain't like, datin', but I'm gonna call it boyfriends, even if it's just romantic fuckbuddies or whatever noncommittal bullshit you wanna try to pass it off as. We kiss, we cuddle, we fuck, we have fun. Close enough, right?" Scout explained with a dismissive shrug. He mumbled against the can before taking another slurp, "Makes it easier to count."

"You coulda maybe cleared that by me first," Sniper growled, slugging Scout in the arm and tossing a cross glare to Demoman. "Bloody terrifyin' me makin' me think I 'ad to suddenly figure out 'ow to let me best mate down easy."

Demoman swooped over to Sniper and wrapped him in a tight hug, peppering his cheek with kisses. "Ah, I'm sorry, Dee. Ye shoulda seen the look on yer face, though!"

Sniper scowled, but the anger melted away quickly. It was infuriatingly hard to stay mad at Demoman, especially wrapped in his warm, strong arms. "I'm absolutely getting you back for that. Both you cunts."

*

Scout cried out, bucking against the straps of the operating table as the scalpel cut through his flesh, digging a line down his abdomen and slicing through the muscle of his belly. He hissed breaths, alternating between clenched teeth and open-mouthed yells, inching upward into screams the deeper the blade went, until at last his abdominal wall was fully breached, and the scalpel left him. He tried to catch his breath but found it difficult, what with the whole abdominal wall breach making it hard to get his diaphragm to want to work amid all of the pain.

"Do not worry, Spatz," Medic said, setting the scalpel down. "This isn't even what it would really feel like without the medigun. It would be blindingly excrutiating!" He pet at Scout's hair, scratching at his scalp, getting the gentle touches out of the way before that hand would be covered in the younger man's blood. "This may hurt, but it is far from anything that could send you into shock."

"Lucky me," Scout croaked, squeezing his eyes shut and trying desperately not to cry. He was already failing. Holy shit it hurt, burning searing sharp electric pain lighting up his whole torso and making his arms and legs twitch with the animal urge to run, to get away from the source of his agony: Medic, his boyfriend.

Spy had said that today's training would ramp up the intensity further, particularly pertaining to sustained pain, but Scout hadn't been prepared for surgery. Normally that would be more emotionally than physically daunting, thanks to the medigun mounted to the ceiling in Medic's office. But Scout had been very dismayed to learn that the gun had a dial to control its strength, and it could be turned down to allow for feeling pain while keeping the patient alive, which the doctor had gleefully explained to him mere moments before turning it to that setting and slicing into him like a Smissmas ham.

"I know it's painful, but Spy was very insistent that the test here is for you to maintain your spell while in extreme pain. It gives me no pleasure to hurt you like this." Medic frowned. It was true, in a sense. He did like hurting people, but not his lover, on his operating table. Here was a place for experimentation and discovery, research and investigation, and maybe just a bit of fun playing with blood and guts. But bringing his little sparrow such agony did nothing to excite the doctor's lust for knowledge and progress. His preferred method of strapping Scout to a table and making him scream tended far more toward the pleasurable, after all.

"Then why you gotta do it? We can just turn that gun up an' Spy wouldn't know a thing, right? It ain't like 'e stayed to watch this time."

Medic shook his head. "That we know of," he reminded him. "But, fine. This is too intense, and I hate having a living patient I can't even hold proper a conversation with." He reached up to the medigun rig and messed with some of the controls. "If Spy has complaints, he can recruit someone who isn't romantically involved with you." He chuckled. "As vanishingly small as that number seems to be."

The healing beam of the medigun seemed to glow a little brighter, and the hum of the machine itself changed its sound. The pain in Scout's abdomen seemed to ease just a bit, less the mind-rending searing agony of having his body cavity opened, and more akin to the heavy, awful throb of a freshly sewn-up body cavity, instead. It still hurt desperately, but Scout could at least get his eyes to focus and distract himself a little. After all, he spent his job getting shot on the daily. His pain tolerance was high, just not superhuman.

"Thanks, babe," Scout grunted with a wince. "I can at least think straight now."

"There is not much else that you do straight," Medic hummed, turning back to his tray of tools and fiddling around.

"Oh ha ha very funny. You're one to talk you big ol' fruit loop," Scout teased, trying not to laugh lest it aggravate his pain. He pointedly looked away as Medic fixed his retractors to hold open the incision, baring Scout's intestines to the room. The sight always made him sick, and more than once in the past he'd needed to quickly snag an emesis basin upon walking in on Medic working on Heavy. He never understood how the giant could be so casual and cavalier about letting the doctor perform exploratory surgery on him. "So, uh, what're you workin' on in me, anyway?" He winced at the sound of vague squelching, and a heavy throb of pain that rippled up through him.

Once the retractors were in place, Medic turned back to his tray. "I have a new implant I'm looking to test out."

"You're awful low for a new uberheart."

"Nein, this one will be placed lower in the abdominal cavity. I want to avoid feedback with the überheart implant, actually. You see, I have been doing research into necromancy."

"Oh no."

"Specifically," Medic continued, ignoring Scout's worry, "healing magic."

"That counts as necromancy?"

"Indeed! It deals with energies releating to life and death, hence it falls under the purview of that school. I was rather surprised, meinself, but it does make sense, once you realize how the mechanics of the spells actually function."

"So you're learnin' healin' spells?"

"Precisely! At least, I have begun mein studies. It is fascinating, really, but something struck me as I practiced with Heavy the other day. Namely, that the energies I was working with seemed almost suspiciously similar to the functionality of the medigun! They do say sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, but I have a suspicion that in this case, when I created the medigun, I may have unintentionally bridged the gap between them!"

"...so the medigun's magic?"

"Entirely possibly!" Medic grinned wide, that smug, evil grin that lit up whenever the doctor was truly in deep on some new breakthrough. "With my newfound knowledge, I've realized that the mix of materials through which I ran an electrical current when I first developed the medigun—and later, the healing functionality for Engie's dispensers— seems to act in a similar fashion to spell components, the circuit itself almost a magic circle. So my current hypothesis is that I unintentionally constructed a complete spell, with the addition of electricity acting as the trigger rather than myself supplying the energy, in effect crafting a magic item that can be used by the layman! The beginnings of the idea came to me as I was learning about enchanting items, but this most recent spellwork has only helped to solidify what had merely been an inkling."

"And the thing you're puttin' in me?"

Medic held up a round stone, about the size of a quarter, polished to perfect smoothness. It was a dark pink in colour, and it glowed softly with a white light. "This!"

"...what is it?"

"A beryl! It is a stone that can be very useful as a component for healing and energy amplification, which is perfect as a focus for my experiment. You see, if the medigun is truly performing magic, the way the beam persists, continually healing, and tracks and locks onto subjects is still anomalous, as far as the spells I have found are concerned. But, if I can replicate the effects using a target that amplifies energy, something for the spell to...stick to, as it were, then perhaps I can more accurately analyze the results and reverse engineer exactly what it is that I even did in the first place!" Medic tittered, his excitement a bit overwhelming to the pain-addled faun.

"So," Scout began, his voice pinched with pain. He really wished Medic would just get on with it as he talked. "You don't even know how the medigun works?"

"Practically? Absolutely. It is very straightforward. Theoretically? Not even slightly," Medic chuckled, reaching up a hand and gently patting the mounted medigun. "I have been able to replicate the effect and even expand on it when constructing other mediguns, like the Kritzkrieg. The how is rather clear, but the why? An absolute mystery! Ha ha!"

Scout suddenly felt very nervous.

"So I will implant this beryl beacon that I have enchanted so that I may further study my own work and possibly reverse engineer greater technologies. Possibly even greater spells! And a magic item that casts a spell without knowledge of magic to use? Think of the possibilities!"

"I'm thinkin," Scout mumbled, already exhausted from pain.

"Forgive me, Spatz. I really should get to the procedure. After all, there will be plenty of time to theorize and self-aggrandize once you're back in one piece."

"Yeah, thanks, Doc," Scout barely ground out as Medic's hands entered his body cavity, wedging in at either side of his intestines and making him feel sick in ways he couldn't articulate, all the while the burning agony of having his insides manipulated eventually forced a whine out of him.

"Bitte, can you do me a favour and hold this for a moment? I need to get this low in your abdomen enough to not worry about the überheart implant interfering with it." Medic waited for Scout to hold out his hands, and lifted a few coiling feet of intestines and plopped them into said hands.

Scout could feel blackness closing in at the edges of his vision. Somewhere, idly in the back of his mind, he wondered if passing out and losing his spell would count as a failure to Spy.

"There!" Medic chirped, withdrawing his hand from Scout's abdomen, looking down at his work. "Nestled gently amid your small intestine, not too far from the bladder. I will still have to monitor for interference, at which point I will likely have to place it lower, though I am unsure where. It would make a rather poor third testicle!" Medic tittered at his awful joke, and lifted the intestines from Scout's hands, ignoring the addled faun's silence as he fought for consciousness. "Though resting it near your prostate could provide for...interesting interactions," he teased, waggling his pointed eyebrows. Once he had arranged Scout's innards back into place, he looked the faun over, eyes widening as he saw how wan and out of it Scout had become.

"Eheh, perhaps that was a bit much for you. I forget that not everyone has the constitution for such things that Heavy does. You've done well, Spatz. Let's get you closed up."

Scout mumbled something that might have been grateful, though Medic couldn't be sure it was even actually a response.

Medic removed his retractors and set them on his tray, then brought the mounted medigun to bear, turning up its painkilling setting to maximum and watching the colour return to Scout's cheeks as his eyes grew clearer and more alert. With a satisfied nod, he flipped the switch on the gun's power setting, kicking it into overcharge, a bright blue light suffusing Scout as his abdominal wall and skin knit closed, sealing his body back together without a mark to be found.

Scout took a deep breath on reflex, and laid a hand on his bare, intact belly with a sigh of relief. Blood from his hand smeared on his skin. He always hated being operated on, and Medic wasn't exactly known for his bedside manner. Having a strong stomach was almost required, and Scout had never been particularly suited for that. "We done?" he asked, his voice weaker than he'd like, all of the chemicals flooding his brain with big warning messages of BAD and DYING starting to leak away slowly.

"Indeed, and you were an excellent patient, Spatz." Medic pulled a lollipop from his breast pocket and handed it to Scout, the stick bloody from the doctor's unwashed hand. "Here is a treat for you."

Scout stared at it with amusement, then looked back up to Medic with a smirk.

"Unless," Medic began, lifting an eyebrow and utterly failing to look innocent, "you would prefer something else to suck on for your treat." He nearly banged his head against the medigun when Scout tugged him down to the table by his tie.

[matthewmoorwood]

On the last hundred pages of Ship Of Destiny FUCKING FUCK

I'm going so insane over how Kennit ALMOST became an average citizen and then he went fucking full nutter butters and now no one believes Althea was raped. FREE ME FROM THIS TORMENT RAAAAH

Same with Wintrow like I FUCKING THOUGHT for a moment that these male characters might not be utter shitheads but noooooooooo RAAAAH. Despising everything about Wintrow wanting to suck on his faux step mums tits and be an alpha male cause of his horrific inability to have an identity outside of parental figures. DAYUM.

I don't think I'll ever really get over Paragon either. the Paragon & Amber dynamic is something very precious to me.

Not a single of of Robin Hobbs characters are ever what I think they are, or even who they think they are. Yet they all act perfectly in line with their characters and what we know of them. Freaking out.

If I'm reading a Robin Hobb book and a male pov doesn't make me physically nauseous, am I even reading a Robin Hobb book? No.

Thinking about Malta, thinking about the Malta and Vivacia/Bolt parallels, thinking about how both of them are forced to give up their souls for men so that they might have a chance at freedom because the alternative is to die by those same men's brutality. Oh I am ILL

"There were, she suddenly saw, many ways to be raped." Oh I am ILL

The way Wintrow only sees Malta as her place as a Bingtown Trader and as a woman as a 'good negotiator' and sees nothing of the fucking eons of abuse she's endured. FOUL.

They're all trauma dumping to each other in the hold as Jamilla ships fuck around these guys.

I hate everyone who sees that they have power and wrangles it just for pleasure of causing harm and gaining a scrap more control at the cost of someone else's existence.

Plz i'm going to shit out my lungs. Malta who has endured so fucking much, is so terrified of having Reyn see her because he is her last hope to be loved by someone outside of the vesrit family. She's already been hurt so badly by men and had for years valued herself entirely on her usefulness as a 'pretty woman' and now here she is. Her very survival has devalued her own perception of herself to the one person she thinks can truly understand her.

Begging on hands and knees that Kennit doesn't keep the cycle of abuse going. PLEASE allow someone some peace from him.

Both Reyn and Malta have put so much weight on how they look. And both are terrified that the other will put even a quarter of that same weight on them. I'm not okaaaay about this. plz.

Alrighty I just want a dragon to come and fuck shit up. Serpent, liveship, whatever form just need some unbridled rage bc I am FEELING shrimp emotions.

Hmmm... The ghosts of Kennits past coming to kill him... Hmmm... The fact that trying to repress those memories is what caused all of this... hmm... All the people he tried to bury in order to allow his own ignorance coming together to exist in their own narrative... I am thinking.....

Hold on im losing it. Hold on im going insane. Malta kissing Reyn properly and he wakes up?? true loves kiss type shit because in the end Malta and Reyn are still a fairytale despite the shit they've been through.

"If you'll have me as I am." SHUT UP RIGHT NOW

Fucking fuck. Althea being scared to talk to Brashen about her rape because in the end he is still a man and Althea knows that on some level Brashen will always view her as a possession.

Y'know what. Kennit being killed (hopefully permanently) by someone who does not give a single Fuck about him is so good. His whole life he wanted to be something other than what he was, be respected and recognized and yet he dies at the hand of someone who thinks of him as nothing other than a shitty pirate.

Ugh. He's not dead.

Oh man. Oh dude. Paragon. Fucking fuck. ing fuck. ouch.

I am hurtinedg :C

Robin Hobb why

I actually swear to God if Kennit is still able to torment Paragon via the memories thing I'm gonna scream.

OH IM SICK.

Vivacia who is not vivacia letting go of Althea despite everything. Aughr fuck. How this means that both of them are going to begin to have their own sense of self outside of their co-dependence. awrg,

Oh for fucks sake. If Kennit in Paragon is still trying to touch Althea I'm going to bite through my desk.

Althea oh my darling. She doesn't want to hurt Kennits mum over her own anger at how Kennit abused her. I am ill.

"Neither woman could escape what he had done to them" Oh I am sick.

"We've got to survive this, I've a life to live." SOBBING

Oh thank god Kyle is dead now too. YIPPEE

I have too many feelings I fear I must throw up to process them properly.

Either that or have some cheese.

My brain is too mushy for these negotiations I'm just gonna trust that things work out (they won't)

JEK queen go get laid I respect it.

Amber, my sweet Lady Amber :C

Raise your hand if you too are tired of the Althea/Brashen miscommunication GUYS I KNOW YOU'RE STRAIGHT BUT PLEASE JUST FUCKING TALK TO EACH OTHER

Awug Serilla.

I am feeling things.

Amber plz. my soul cannot take you refrencing fitz any longer

Oh lol Paragon showing them where evil mc fuckface left all his sick pirate loot.

Oh my fucking god I hate this got dam book fucking fuck,

:C

Amber I really hope you get your happy ending. Or a least a happy moment before the ending.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

Paragon.

Althea.

I am a broken husk of a person.

No one speak to me until I have drunk this hot choccy.

[forlorn-crows]

omg thank you for those people crow i’ll check all that out. also been meaning to watch good omens for a minute BUT, i’ve also been considering the ghouls origins. primarily their past lives (prior to death, haven’t gotten to pit life yet) and i had a cool idea for mount i’ll tell you about cause... you’re you

everyone agrees he was/is a forest cryptid right? well my little storyline for him is he was summoned somewhere in europe through urban legend/myth that got widespread through parents to keep their children from wandering. this urban legend stayed for centuries and became folklore and something older siblings would tell their younger siblings to scare them. mountain stayed in his forest, made friends with random wandering children every couple centuries, and just... did his gentle giant thing. until one day a church heard this urban legend, investigated it, and caught a glimpse of mountain.

this sent the church, and the whole (mostly christian) town into a outrage, and, believing he was a demon, they hunted him for sport. mountain however, lived in blissful ignorance and minded his own damn business. until he got captured. the church somehow sent him to hell (he still hasn’t figured that one out, seeing he isn’t even FROM hell). satan obviously was like “wtf that’s not mine” and as soon as an earth ghoul was called for, mountain appeared in the place of one.

the rest of the ghouls immediately knew something was up, because while he could pass for a ghoul in his secondary form, you could tell he wasn’t one. no one really cared though.

sorry it’s so long i promise my other ones aren’t as long lmao.

also i imagine cryptid/primary form mountain as some type of sleep token, take me back to eden-esc creature.

thanks for letting me scream at you

- cuck mountain anon

oh god he's bigfoot fr

HA i love that. lucifer just like 'bruh who the fuck . . . hi welcome, but i don't believe we've met before so uh . . . we're gonna have to send ya back'

he's earth aligned, that should count for something! just dont look at him too close or he'll go all . . . blurry around the edges probably.

also, YES pls watch good omens. i dont think you'll regret it. im almost done with the second season!!

[ssreeder]

ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL

anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D

saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED

oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude

okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising

“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.

toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON

uh-oh.

not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured

aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM

actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)

thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr

suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH

goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)

aang and sokka friendship >>>>>

FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG

ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.

sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU

oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3

not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao

okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn

I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)

my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3

LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.

I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.

Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it

Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))

Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)

Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3

LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)

[muu-kun]

@falseamore

im more worried ten is just going to purposefully attack muus mental illnesses and such as a way to dodge how muu is trying to treat him

He's been loved enough to grow into a man with a good head on his shoulders, but he's also really damn dense in regards to people aiming his trauma at him like that. Inspiration was also most definitely pulled from experiences he witnessed in the film 8-Mile, which pushed him to publish his entire log of experiences and impacts of such to significantly null the power someone else could manufacture by targeting him with his own personal information. Ten might be a menace but he doesn't rank him as high of a threat. But I also reiterate with that how really fucking stupid Muu is in that aspect, because he also doesn't hold any fear towards this muse named Sergio who tried a similar tactic with him, yet he ignored it completely in favor of just wanting to beat his ass for being mean to his darling Pchan.

There are definitely things though that any manipulative bastard would figure out to do that would get under his skin, but Muu has all the hopes and dreams in the world he can prevent on his own.

I think even hitting him would be sufficient. Considering the fact that he hasn't been struck since he came back after the covid pandemic, he would have such hard feelings over it that he'd probably tell Ten to swallow rocks. Or hit back like the Ice Age baby.

Persistent sexual advances that go beyond just verbal flirtation. Muu can ignore words like nothing, but any hands try going under his layers and the man will pee. Though he's pretty set in his defenses as he got too many clothes on and he has a shrill voice by nature. Not really what anyone would consider a worthwhile opportunity.

Harming the wubby. He'd absolutely lose his shit, because that was given to him by Sully. Any harm to it and he SCREAMING due to the fact he's sworn to take very good care of it besides the fact that he knew if it got taken from him, he'd never get another one to make up for it. Which is why he has thought ahead to give Ten his own knitted blanket, so that he leaves his alone. If not, he's headbutting them and keeping whatever teeth he knocks out in the process.

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

HEEEEEEEEEY WASSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUPPPPPPP I AMELLED AN EVENT DON'T TELL YOU WERE PLANNING ON HAVING FUN WITHOUT ME ???????? WELL TOO BAD CUZ THERE ISN'T A SINGLE EVENT IR ASK GAME TO EVER ACCURE WHERE IM NOT INVITED I'LL INVITE MYSELF. WHEN THERE IS AN EVENT, THERE IS VIOLET.

WHY AM I SCREAMING ????

I HAVE NO IDEA

Anywho, (hopefully i do this right) ahem ahem

So speaking from experience i've been blessed with enough patience and sanity to deal with very toxic relationships with partners who i recognized soon enough had quite the unhealthy behaviours so for the longest time ever i haven't really acknowledged having a deal breaker but then i found out mine are gaslighting and guilt tripping once i figured out the methods they were using i called it quits woth no second thoughts or lokking back these are the only stuff i couldn't even bare the idea of accuring once again especially from my partners and i just can't into words the amount of pain that comes from this one even with all my other fucked up relationships i bared with. (Im sorry for the long ass paragraph it should've a short answer i just felt like elaborating)

My toxic trait most of my partners can't deal with, Okay so i donnu how to put this into words so im gonna try to explain it, you see i have a thing in my world there has to be a time more often than rarely where i just can't and mustn't deal with anyone, it comes naturally uninvited and cannot be explained thoroughly, and it's a bigger level than alone-time, it's when i just need myself in the progress it's like my charging port to keep sane (TW: SUICIDE IDEATION) and not kms, and in this time i don't wanna deal with a single living creature nor deal with social media, it's just pure me and my organs cuz if that life break gets interrupted i will lose the small amount of sanoty im keeping, and that doesn't exclude my partners which i knew and know lots of poeple will find annoying and unbearable when randomly without a warning your partner isn't responding and is practically ignoring you i understand how shit that gets so i try to explain it to my partners beforehand without going into details.

That was weird wasn't it ?? Sorry i spoke too much it would've felt odd if i didn't elaborate i kinda wanted to avoid any misunderstandings

Ahem sorry

He said you're only as good as you are when you are with me So I hope you know better, know better than to leave I said hey you With your world painted blue I said fuck you

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀʟʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ᴇx ɪs…

ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴏᴍɪ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪ

You know, you're stronger and more intuitive and inspiring than you give yourself credit, Violet. It's not easy to sniff out a toxic person as fast as you did with Takeomi. You were onto his bullshit and I think that made it easier to cut the cord. But seriously. For him to make such a big deal over you missing a single event? To take another woman in your place? To try and tell you that it was your fault he did that all? I wish I was there to see you laugh in his face. Sigh. Motherfuckers like Takeomi really don't have much to offer to keep people around so they rely on underhanded bullshit to keep partners around. Thank god you saw through that shit, Vio. You were the best thing he'll never get to have because you got away just in time.

𝒩𝒶𝑜𝓉𝑜 𝒯𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒶

I'm glad you met Naoto though. You need someone with a good head on their shoulders. Wise and caring. And above all, an understanding introvert who can take your recharging disappearances in stride. Let him take care of you for once. You don't need the weight of the world on your shoulders, let him in and share that. Naoto is a clear communicator, so be honest and open with him, and I think you're set for life.