#but he STANDS wrong and he can't growl and I feel like I could murder 25th anniversary phantom with a hammer in like 5 mins

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

finally sat down and actually watched the 25th anniversary and, no surprise, mostly hated it. came out of it reluctantly team raoul, which is...the first time i've ever said that, actually.

gonna have to go watch a jeremy stolle boot or the infamous eiji akutagawa performance as a palate cleanser. big sigh.

[voxslays]

The night I found you.

Featuring >>> Alastor x Reader; In which, after death, Alastor finds you (his wifey) again, but at what cost?

Warnings: Smut, Dub-Con, Tentacles, AFAB! Reader, Alastor being a jerk.

A/N: Today has been stressful. I just got locked out of the google account I used for this tumblr account—yet somehow managed to stay signed in. Anyways, if I one day dissapear I probably got locked out again. Anyways, this is a part two of this fic. Hope you enjoy!

Years later, in the infernal depths of Hell, a twisted version of Alastor now known as the Radio Demon hunts from the shadows. His eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now gleam with malice and cruel amusement. But he had been missing for seven years. You knew Alastor would come looking for you eventually, but it had been almost ninety years since your deaths. Why hadn’t he come sooner? You assumed he didn't care. How wrong you were…

You were taking a relaxed stroll on the sidewalk, minding your own business, until you heard a familiar voice. A voice you knew all too well; Alastor. He had found you. You turn around just in time to see Alastors wicked grin, his voice a seductive purr over the static of his radio. “Well, well...If it isn't my darling little doe, finally come to join me in the eternal flames.” He chuckles darkly. “I've missed you, my sweet.” He slowly steps closer. 

He looks different. He still has the same tall, slender frame. But now, his skin is a light, grayish-tan, and he has a wide, toothy grin filled with sharp yellow teeth. He sports small, curved antlers reminiscent of those on a deer, which contribute to his imposing presence, and his eyes—which used to be a beautiful chocolate brown color—are now a bright, glowing red.

“Alastor…?” You say his name as if it's a question. Alastor tilts his head slightly, his red eyes narrowing as he gazes at you. "Oh, ma chéri...It's been so long. And look at you, just as beautiful as the day I... " He trails off, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, you know." He steps closer, the air around him crackling with static. "Did you like it, Y/N? Did you like how it felt? The sting of the blade?" He chuckles darkly. "I still remember the way you screamed... “ He takes another step closer. “Stop.” You say firmly, almost at your breaking point. ​​“But I've barely begun, my darling.”  

He reaches out and gently caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. His touch is ice-cold, and his skin feels like rough, parched leather.  "And now, we can be together forever." You smack his hand away. “Don't touch me.” ​​Alastor’s grin widens menacingly, baring his sharp teeth. "Feisty, just like old times."  He circles you like a predator, his voice a low purr. "You can't run from me now, my dear. We're trapped here together, for all eternity..."

“Our marriage ended the moment you decided to murder me.” You snap at him. Alastor stops circling and stands in front of you, his red eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. "Our marriage ended the moment I realized you were a weakness, a liability," he corrects, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re truly sick.” You spit. Alastor lets out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Sick? Yes. In love? Still. Eternal."  He reaches out and grabs your throat, lifting you off your feet. "And now, you'll see what I've become. What I've done."

Alastor squeezes your throat, his grip like a vice, and you can feel your airway closing. He starts to lift you higher, your feet dangling in the air, until you're staring directly into his burning red eyes. "Look at me, Y/N." His grip tightens, his other hand coming up to grip your hair, forcing your head back. "I want you to see the monster I've become, the monster that will never let you go." His voice is a guttural growl, his breath hot against your face.

“I could never love a monster.” You manage to choke out. He drops you unceremoniously to the ground, leaving you gasping. "Love?" He spits the word like it's poison. "Love is a weakness I can no longer afford. But you, my dear Y/N, you're my eternal obsession." You take off the ring and throw it into a nearby drain. He watches as the gold band spins and disappears down into the sewer. Alastor’s expression darkens. "You shouldn't have done that."  

He slowly walks over to you, his movements predatory. "That ring was a symbol of our love. Now, it's a symbol of your disrespect." Alastor summons one of his tentacles, which retrieves the ring and places it into his hand. He forces the ring back onto your finger, his tentacle squeezing your hand until the metal bites into your skin. "It stays on your finger, a constant reminder of your love for me, and my ownership over you." He releases your hand, stepping back to admire the ring.

You try to remove the ring, but it won't budge. He chuckles as you try to remove the ring, his magic holding it firmly in place. "My power—among other things—has enchanted the ring to stay on your finger until I decide otherwise. And I have no intention of removing it anytime soon." He reaches out to stroke your cheek. Alastor caresses your cheek, his touch gentle despite the rough texture of his skin. "You're mine, Y/N. In life, in death, and in this endless nothingness between." He leans in closer, inhaling deeply. 

"You still wear the same perfume. Lavender and vanilla." This only makes you angrier. “It’s not for you.” You spit at him. "Always so defiant." He pulls you into a tight hug, his tentacles wrapping around you like chains. "I love it when you fight back." Alastor tightens his grip, his muscular arms constricting around your body. "Shhh, just relax." He nuzzles into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "I've missed holding you like this. Your struggles only make it better."

He teleports you to his bed, falling onto it with you still wrapped in his tentacles. He pins your arms above your head, his tail wrapping around your legs to keep them open. "You're so beautiful when you're helpless." Alastor grins wickedly, his eyes flashing with a predatory hunger. "I'm going to savor every moment of having you at my mercy again." His free hand roams your body, squeezing and caressing. "And you'll learn to love it, just like before." 

"Remember the good times, Y/N?"  He grinds himself against you, his hard length evident through his trousers.  "Remember how we used to spend our nights?” He leans in and kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You give into the kiss. He withdraws from the kiss, smiling as he sees the change in your expression. "Good girl."  He releases your arms, his tentacles keeping your legs spread wide. "Leave the ring on."  He unbuckles his pants, his member springing free.

Alastor settles himself between your thighs, the tip of his erection pressing against your entrance. "Wrap your arms around my neck."  He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "And tell me you love me."  His tail coils possessively around your legs, his muscles taut with anticipation. You do as he asks, wrapping your arms around him, and whispering an ‘I love you’ into his ear. Satisfied, he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you in one powerful thrust. "Fuck, I've missed this."  He buries his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he starts to move, his hips snapping against yours in a brutal rhythm.

"You feel so good..." He hisses, his voice low and feral. His tentacles crawling up your body to hold your arms down again. "You're mine, Y/N. All mine." He increases his pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Alastor lifts your hips to give him deeper access. "Say you love me."  He growls, his voice hoarse with desire. You cry out. 

At the sound of your cry, Alastor loses control. He pounds into you relentlessly, his member throbbing inside you as he reaches his climax. Alastor roars as he releases a torrent of cum deep within your pussy. “Mine." His tentacles squeeze you tightly as he rides out his orgasm, his tail thrashing wildly. His hot seed filling your womb as his tentacles tighten their grip. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving. Alastor’s tentacles loosen their grip, but still keep you pinned. "You're perfect."  He murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. His softening member still inside you, plugging his seed in your pussy.

Alastor slowly pulls out, his cum dripping from your well-used hole. He scoops some up with his fingers and pushes it back inside you. "Keep my seed inside you." Alastor commands, a dark glint in his eye. "I want to make sure it takes." He murmurs. “What?” You ask confused. He grins wickedly, his eyes filled with dark amusement. "I think it's time we start a family, Y/N. A little demonling running around will keep me entertained when you're not around."  He crawls back on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively.

You knew what this meant. This was Alastor’s way of tying you down. Making sure you couldn't escape. You had absolutely no choice in the matter. The only answer Alastor would accept is ‘yes.’

You groaned. “Do I have a choice?” The answer was no. You knew it. Alastor chuckles, his warm breath fanning over your face. "No, you don't. You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure my seed takes root in your womb. Now, be a good girl and get comfortable."

Alastor nuzzles into your neck, his hands wandering over your body possessively. "Because I'm going to keep you pinned down and spend the rest of the day filling you with my seed until you're pregnant, and I want you to be comfortable while I breed you.” You are shocked. “What?” Your emotions are conflicting you. “I want to make sure there's no doubt that you're carrying my child." Alastor responds. You were in for a long night.

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 12)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Part 12:

It felt like hours went by, and it looked like your suspicion was correct- as indicated by the deepening red of the skies of Hell, compared to the pale pinkish hue it was when Alastor teleported the two of you up here.

The entire time, Alastor hardly said even a single word- a rare occurrence, knowing his occupation and personal love of hearing himself talk. If anyone ever knew that Alastor just purely listened attentively to you for hours, they'd probably think you're lying.

You told him about how your parents and in-laws treated you like a bargaining chip for their own businesses and social standing to prosper- then for everyone to turn their backs on you as soon as you were married off. You were treated like a circus animal in a cage.

Even after that, he didn't say a word. He just rubbed his thumb across your hands as reassurance before you continued.

When you told him about how your ex-husband used and abused you, but then paraded you around as the trophy wife like nothing was wrong, all Alastor did was tighten his grip on your hands.

As you explain in full detail the emotional and physical distress it all caused you and the impact that meeting Alastor had on your life, which then spurred the meticulously planned murder of your then-husband, you could swear you feel his hands trembling ever so slightly.

Many more tears had fallen from your eyes during this whole process, your throat sore from talking so much at one time.

Then, you looked up at Alastor.

He looked at you with nothing but love and the most gentle smile you had ever seen.

Without saying a word, he stood up and walked over to you, helping you stand up. Then he gave you a warm embrace. You gasped in response. It was very rare for either of you to initiate much physical touch, but it was even less common coming from Alastor.

Not letting this opportunity go by, you wrap your arms around him.

Alastor pulls back from the embrace slowly to gently caress your face and says, "And here I thought I couldn't possibly love you even more, my dear. You're just as perfect to me as the day I first laid eyes on you..."

A chuckle escapes your lips as you lean into his touch.

"My vows still hold true, you know. As I put that ring on your finger that night you left me too early, I said to you...' 'In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, dear.' with only the moon and stars as my witness."

A huge smile spreads across your face, "Oh Al, honey... Looks like you were right after all, in life and in death, I'm yours". You say as you pull him into a kiss, that he happily obliges to indulge you in.

"My dear, I think we will have to have a proper exchanging of vows soon- one that isn't interrupted by a certain someone- banging on the DOOR!"

You hardly even noticed the muffled yells and banging noises that were present at door that then disappeared with a yelp as Alastor whipped around to unlock and open the door.

"Why Vaggie, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from you all the way up here?" He answered the door with a low growl to his voice.

"Alastor! You just up and kidnapped our guest and haven't returned for HOURS! You can't just do that! Especially when you were threatening their life!"

"Ahahaha! Funny thing! Yes, yes I can!"

"Why you... ALAST-"

"Hey, hey! Vaggie, don't worry. I'm okay, we're okay." You quickly shoved yourself between the two of them as you felt the tensions rising.

" (y/n)! What did he do to you?? What's going on here???"

You sheepishly smile as you slink back to Alastor's side and link your arm through his, "Just uh.. reuniting?"

Vaggie took a step back and raised an eyebrow while asking, "Hold on now, what did you just say?"

Alastor clears his throat, "Ahem, why I do believe I owe you and Charlie an apology of sorts! Perhaps a 'thank you' as well for saving the love of my life, my soon-to-be fiancée from when we were still alive!"

"Excuse me- WHAT???"

-> Part 13

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[dangraccoon]

Conspiracies

Day 28 ~ CCTV ~

Echo

Word Count: 1215 (heh, that's my birthday (which is the reason Fluke's number is that in reverse)) Content: conspiracy, reference to major character death because apparently I can't leave Fives' death alone, righteous anger, confrontation, sith magic (Fox), star wars sign language

Mando'a Guide: vode - brothers hut'uun - coward; worst possible insult to mandos osik'la - shitty sheb'palon - asshole dini'la jetii - insane jedi di'kut - idiot

Echo’s eyes turned glassy as he watched the footage. The audio was corrupted, but he could see his twin’s anguish, his fear- he could feel it in his own bones.

As Fox fired, Echo recoiled–as though he’d taken the hit himself–jerking his arm back, still stuck in the scomp port. 

He groaned, willing the scomp to twist and release him from the images being burned into his mind.

He’d been a fool. Rex told him everything he’d wanted to know about Fives’ death. He told him everything Fives said, everything he said. Every dismissal from his former general. That particular newfound blame and resentment would have to be left to simmer in his gut. He couldn’t confront a general. A commander, however…

Echo had collected himself quickly, rushing back to the officers’ barracks they’d housed him in, covering himself in the new armor he’d received. 

The walk wasn’t long, fortunately, but he struggled to push that horrid image from his mind.

“Fives, stay with me, Fives! Fives!”

“The mission… the nightmares… they’re finally over…”

“Fives? No, Fives… come on, Fives. Don’t go! Stay with me. Stay with me.”

He shuddered beneath the chill that rolled down the cybernetics that lined his back. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forget the haunted final words of his twin. 

The door to the Coruscant Guard office slid open, and the trooper currently condemned to front desk duty sat up, clearly confused by the sight before him. He seemed to be a shiny and looking up to see a brother, wrapped in burn scars, metal, and unique armor with a particularly pissed expression? Well, Echo couldn’t blame the slight panic he saw flash across his face.

“Where’s Fox?” he growled, all hints of calm or politeness eradicated from his voice.

The shiny pointed down a hallway. “His office,” he nearly whimpered. “Last door on the left.”

“Thanks,” he muttered as he stormed down the hall.

He didn’t bother knocking, scomp whirring the door open.

Fox sputtered, rising from his chair. “What the hell? Who the kriff are you?”

“Who the kriff are you to go around murdering your brothers?” Echo roared, closing the short distance between him and the commander.

Echo grabbed Fox’s chest plate, slamming him against the wall, his scomp pressing into his ribcage. “How many vode did you kill today? Does the number even matter to you?”

Fox’s scowl didn’t change. “You must be that ARC Cody told me about. Not surprised to see you here.” He tapped a button on his vambrace. “Call Captain Rex, 7567 from the 501st. Tell him to get his ass down here yesterday.”

Echo chuckled humorlessly. “What, are you gonna murder me in front of him just like you murdered Fi–”

“Fives didn’t give me a choice,” Fox said, his voice too calm, too even, despite the way his head seemed to jerk painfully. “He tried to assassinate the Chancellor–”

“He’d never do anything like that without a reason!” Echo snarled, throwing Fox to the ground. He was about to jump on him when a familiar voice stopped him. “Fives, no!”

“Echo, stand down!” Rex shouted as he pulled his brother away from the commander. Cody moved past to Fox as Echo struggled against his Captain.

“This hut’uun murdered Fives right in front of you!” Echo raged. 

Rex growled. “Echo–”

“I was following orders,” Fox spat. 

Cody sighed, “Fox, don’t–”

“That order was wrong and you know it! Fives needed help, not a kriffing blaster bolt to the chest!”

“That’s enough, Echo!” Rex screamed, finally wrestling his friend into a headlock until he stopped struggling. He dragged him out of the office into an interrogation room.

“Echo, you know it wasn’t his fault,” Rex panted. He ran a hand over his face. “The whole osik’la situation was kriffed from the beginning. He didn’t have a choice.”

“We always have a choice!” Echo cried. “I read the files on Umbara; I know Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase stood up to that shebs’palon sith wannabe. I know you did, too!”

“Umbara was different,” Rex sighed. 

“It proves–”

“Echo, stop.”

“–that if an order is morally corrupt–”

“I mean it, Echo.”

“–it shouldn’t be followed just because–”

Rex was on him in an instant, grabbing Echo by the collar. “I said stow it, trooper! Before I bust your ass back down to cadet.”

Echo’s words died in his throat, coating his tongue with a sour taste. He couldn’t think of a time he’d heard Rex more angry.

Rex took a deep breath, releasing his grasp. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, moving to lean against the table.

“Rex, I–”

“You know I’m not defending Fox, right?” Rex said, his eyes trained on the room across the hall. “Fives… he wasn’t himself. He should’ve known better than to pick up my pistol. I still don’t know why he did it.”

Echo closed his eyes. He could see the security cam footage behind his eyes–not that his neural interface would let him forget it. 

“You found the footage, didn’t you?” Rex asked, his voice softer.

Echo didn’t need to answer but he nodded anyway. 

“I know why you’re angry,” he continued. “I was angry for a while, too. We always expect to lose our brothers, but not at the hands of another one.”

Echo’s thoughts were back in the files from Umbara. 

“We all know what it’s like to receive orders we don’t agree with,” Rex said, his eyes finally landing on Echo’s face. “You should know that, too.”

Echo sighed. “I’m sorry, Rex.”

“I’m not the one you threw to the floor.”

“Right,” Echo said, turning towards the door.

“Maybe thank Cody while you’re at it; his soft spot for me is probably the only reason Fox didn’t put you on your ass.”

Echo knocked this time and waited for the door to slide open.

Cody let him in with a raised brow.

“Commander,” Echo started. “I acted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

To his surprise, Fox chuckled. “Yeah, you’re one of Rex’s alright.”

Echo’s brows shot up. “I– what?”

“Little Rexy here was a firebrand back in the day, too,” Fox smirked, nodding to the captain as he joined them. “Always jumping without looking. Why did you think he got stuck with Skywalker? That dini’la jetii is the only person in the galaxy crazier than this di’kut.”

“Guess that does make sense,” Echo hummed, lips pulling in a slight smirk. 

Fox sighed. “For what it’s worth, Echo, I– I didn’t… agree with the order. I thought it was extreme.”

Echo nodded. “Thank you, Commander.”

“I was–” Fox started, before stopping with a slight gasp and groan as he clutched the side of his head.

“Are you alright, Commander?” Echo asked, startling slightly as Cody placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m– ugh, fine,” Fox growled, his eyes meeting Cody’s as his hands moved somewhat rapidly.

Cody sighed as he looked up at Echo’s confused expression. “He’s using Basic Sign Language. He said ‘I am silenced, but I’m so sorry.’”

Fox nodded as Echo looked at him, continuing to sign as Cody translated.

“‘You’re part of this now.’”

Fox gestured to Cody and Rex.

“Part of what?” Echo breathed.

Cody sighed as he translated again. “‘Your twin was right about the chips, and he’s alive.’”

Mando'a Guide: vode - brothers hut'uun - coward; worst possible insult to mandos osik'la - shitty sheb'palon - asshole dini'la jetii - insane jedi di'kut - idiot

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[spahhzy]

Free as can be~

Ashley sighed into her sleeve for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, causing Andrew to look down from his book he was reading.

"You okay Ash?" He asked, shifting himself to next to his sister.

"Just bored..." Ashley said with a pout, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

"What? You mean living motel to motel on the run from law enforcement, cults, and an organ harvesting firm isn't exciting enough for you, " He said sarcastically as Ashley tossed a pillow at his face.

"Nope," she said, giggling before suddenly her stomach growled.

"You should probably go get something from the vending machine, Ashley." Said Andrew, which cause Ashley to grumble.

"I don't want no stupid cookie again... let's go out to eat! " Said Ashley with enthusiasm rising up and standing on the bed.

"No"

"Wah, oh come on, Andy, I know for a fact you have gotten sick and tired of cookies by now," Ashley argued back.

"What part of 'on the run' did you not understand?" He countered, and Ashley huffed before crossing her arms.

"We're only on the run cause you keep killing people," She said as Andrew breathed deeply, knowing his sister is right and wrong in what she said.

"But that doesn't mean we can't go and eat nice every once and a while" She complained.

"Ashley, it was just last week that I took you to a restaurant, and you almost stuck a fork down our waitresses' throat." Andrew complained as Ashley looked at him with a surprise look.

"That hussy was undressing you with her eyes. You could have gotten sick!" Ashley explained. 'Only I can do that!' Is what she wanted to add as well.

"Yeah, well, what's to say you won't do that at another restaurant, Leyley?" Andrew questioned, and Leyley held a hand over her heart.

"I promise to be on my best behavior...scouts honor"

"You were never a scout, Ashley..." said Andrew as he got up from the bed.

"And for good reason, you'd probably murder the camp counselor if they tried to touch me," She said, and Andrew knew she was right, he probably murder anyone their that tried to take his leyley from him.

"Fuck it, why not we'll go to a Benny's Diner how about that?" Ashley cheered jumping on the bed like she was a child.

"Yes, food! Actual none vending machine food!" She said and Andrew just smiled before tossing a pillow at her head causing her to fall off the bed.

"Get dressed dumbass"

-

Andrew looked out the dinner window as Ashley was eating happily away at her meal.

Across the street from him was a bar, he was assuming it was some sort of biker bar with how many motorcycles there were.

Motorcycles...

Looking at the machines, Andrew minds began to slip into a memory of some simple times.

-

"Wow, Andy, I can't believe you blew some of your college money on this, Mom's going to be pissed," said Ashley as she walked around a nice black motorcycle.

"I make enough to put it back Ashley, sides since when did you care about what mom thinks?" Andrew said as he cleaned off the bike a little.

"I don't, just surprised is all...my big Andy thinks he's so cool now, huh? " Teased Ashley as Andrew sat on the bike, ignoring her.

"Gonna attract all those whores to aren't you? Gonna have them ride along with you, hmm?" Ashley said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"That's going to be hard to do with you around," He said to her.

"Wow...tell me how you really feel?"

"Oh, leyley if I did, I'm almost certain I'd be in jail," Andrew teased back causing Ashely to blush and look away, not at all liking how her brother can sometimes...sometimes push her buttons, suddenly the bike road to life as Andrew revved it a couple times.

Enjoying the noise it made.

Ashley shook her head, finding truth in the saying 'boys will be boys' and looking at Andrew's smiling face, butterflies began dancing in her stomach.

"Catch."

Ashley snapped out of her stupor as Andrew tossed a helmet into her direction.

"Wuh?"

"Come on, leyley, it will be just like old times on the bicycle we had remember?" She must have remembered.

Their folks got him a bicycle for his tenth birthday. Ashley didn't get a bicycle, just coloring books, so on her birthday, he stole pegs off the other kids' bike and attached it to his bike so that Ashley could always ride with him.

It was the best gift Ashley got on that day, being able to ride free with her big brother and it was a great gift for them both as It was one of the rare instances in their childhood where they could just enjoy being kids.

Andrew never forgot the big smile Ashley had that day of being able to ride on a motorcycle with him.

-

Andrew sighed, which caused Ashley to stop her rampant chewing, looking at Andrew. Ashley reached over with her fork and poked him.

"What's wrong, Andy?" She said with a mouthful, and Andrew bonked her on the head.

"I didn't need to see your mouthful," He said to her. Ashley giggled before swallowing.

"I'm sure you love seeing me swallow something else" She wiggled her eyebrows at him and Andrew almost snorted out his coffee he was drinking.

"Still...what is on your mind?" She asked, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her soda.

"Just reminiscent, I guess..." He confessed to her as he returned his gaze back to her.

"Ooh are you reminiscing about my fat fucking tits again?" this time Andrew choked on his coffee and began coughing and blushing as Ashley laughed causing the other occupants to look at the pair strangely.

Andrew tossed a piece of toast at his sister's head.

"Hey! That's perfectly good toast!"

-

The pair had finished their food without a hitch, and they swiftly left the diner after paying.

Now, it was time for a short walk back to the motel.

They proceeded past the bar where the group of bikers were, and as they proceeded to walk on by one biker in particular decided to try his luck.

"Hey sweetie, why don't you come over here and get the ride of a lifetime?" He said to her. Ashley just ignored him, giving him the middle finger, but Andrew, on the other hand, was silently fuming at how these bikers were looking and leering at his leyley...

"Lookie that boys, she's a real fiesty one, huh?" The leader said, earning a laugh from the rest of the gang. Andrew clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, Ashley sensing this took his arm and hugged it as they both walked past the biker.

"Hey, when you're done with the stooge, I'll ne waiting for you, Lil lady," said the leader as they Andrew and Ashley both rounded a corner out of sight.

-

Nothing was said as they made their way back to their motel, Ashley was a bit worried at seeing Andrew upset, but also...kinda liked how possessive he was.

Giving out a yawn, the food now giving her the sleepies.

"Get some rest, Ashley," Andrew said as he walked over and put a blanket over her.

"You...coming too...bed too?" She said, trying to stay awake, and Andrew just chuckled.

"After I clean up some stuff around the room, not really tired yet," He told her as Ashley violet eyes drooped more and more.

"Mmkay...love you," She said before finally she was out like a light.

"..." Andrew bent down before placing a kiss on her forehead as he looked at her calm expression.

He sat back down on the couch and waited a good whole hour to make sure Ashley was still asleep as he suddenly sat up from his couch, went into the kitchen, and procured his cleaver. Grabbing his jacket and stuffing the cleaver in his back pants pocket, he opened the door before stepping out into the darkness, giving one last look at Ashley before quietly closing the door.

-

"Man, did you see the tits on the dark-haired girl...what I would do that woman," said the sleazy biker as all his friends laughed and cheered him on.

"Alright, gang, I'm heading out. Don't cause too much of a ruckus," laughed the leader as he started his bike, the exhaust garbling loudly as the group cheered and said their goodbyes.

The biker drove for what was about five minutes when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that same dude that was with that beautiful woman earlier leaving the diner.

That man was Andrew, and he was leaning against the wall next to a dark alley smoking a cigarette.

Pulling over to the curb, shutting off his bike and pocketing his keys in his black stained vest, he leaned on the same wall right next to Andrew.

"Hey buddy, so tell me, how's that hot piece of ass been treating you?" He asked Andrew said nothing as he smoked his cigarette.

"I'm sure she's a real freak in bed to ain't she" It took all of Andrew will power not to grab the man's throat and tear it out.

"Hey, I have an idea... Why not let me have a crack at her? I'll pay you for it, hmm?" He asked, and Andrew was inches away from slicing his throat.

"How much are you paying?" Andrew asked, hating himself for saying those words, but if everything worked out, then he would do what he needed to do.

"For a glorious pieace of ass like that, all the money that's in my pocket which is..." The man patted himself from pants pockets to vest pockets before finally procuring money.

"$777.77" He told him with a sick grin on his face, Andrew looked at the money as he looked like he was considering the offer.

"Let's talk about this more... discreetly," He said, making a motion to the dark alley as the sleazy biker grinned, thinking he was going to get his dick wet tonight.

Walking like he won the lottery, he entered into the alleyway, Andrew not too far behind as his green eyes glared balefully at him as he reached behind and grabbed his cleaver.

"Alright, let's dis -" he was cut off real quick as sharp steal found itself ingrained into his face, the biker could only gargle as Andrew gripped at the cleaver hard and ripped it from his face.

"As if someone like you will ever touch my leyley... see you in hell, " He said as he began relentlessly hitting the man's head with the cleaver over and over.

Andrew, finally out of his rage, looked at his work. He sighed, another body to his name. This one, though, was like that warden...another sleaze and one that he was happy to kill.

But now it was time to clean up. Luckily, he brought some gloves.

It took him less than a half hour to chop away at the body before throwing it into the dumpster.

Finally, it was time to just throw the clothes out, too, as he grabbed the bikers' vest, a key fell out and onto the floor. Inspecting it, he took a look at the end of the entrance of the alley to see the dead bikers motorcycle.

Andrew smiled.

-

Ashley awoke to the sound of the TV playing in the background. She looked at the time on the alarm clock.

10:00pm.

"Andrew?"

Silence.

Looking around the room, She called out again.

"Andrew!"

Nothing.

Panic began to set in as a million thoughts went through her head.

'Was he taken?'

'Was he killed?'

'Did some floozy seduce him?'

'Did he....leave me?'

And before she could answer any of those questions, she heard the loud rumbling a bike make its way into the parking lot of the motel as she suddenly realized that Andrew went out to go fight that biker for how he talked to her.

While she would be swooning over the fact that her Andy was fighting for her honor, she had realized that Andrew was one man, and he couldn't just take on a small gaggle of bikers and if one was here that meant...

"No! Don't think such thoughts... just go and interrogate this stupid biker and find out where your Andy is, " She said to herself, going under her bed, pulling out her revolver. She stormed the front door, ripping it open and aimed the gun at the biker.

"You better tell me where my fucking Andy is you bastard!" She shouted as the biker quickly held his hands up.

"Ashley what the fuck!?" Came the voice inside the helmet, Ashley was so close to pulling the trigger and blowing this fuckers brains out when suddenly the man took the helmet off revealing.

"Waaaaah Annnndy!?" said Ashley as she tossed the gun back inside before running up to him as Andrew caught her in a hug and spun her around.

"I'm not going to ask what the whole gun thing was," Andrew said to her as Ashley nuzzled her face into his chest, relishing I'm his warmth.

"I...I thought I lost you to those stupid bikers," Ashley mumbled, and Andrew shook his head.

"No, leyley, I wouldn't dare leave you." He told her in earnest as he suddenly stepped to the side.

"So... like it?" He asked her, and she looked at the bike and then back to him.

"How did you get this?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously, and Andrew just whistled but was slapped on the shoulder.

"What it was Free nighty nine!" He said with a serious face, and Ashley just looked at him with an expression that said 'really?'.

"Okay, it was a generous donation," He said to her, putting a hand on his heart when he said that.

"Did you kill that man?" Ashley asked.

Andrew remained silent.

"Annnnnndyyyyy"

"Whaaaat! Since when were you the moral compass!" Complained Andrew much to Ashley's joy.

"I'm not, now you know how I feel when I have to deal with you"

"Oh go fuck yourself"

"Come fuck me yourself coward!"

Andrew just sputtered and blushed, not wanting to continue.

Ashley looked over the bike before sitting down on it.

"Very nice, hey, this reminds me of your old bike you had before our folks sold it off!" She told him as she started to reminisce about all the places Andrew had taken her to.

Andrew let her talk as he went behind her and pulled out another helmet.

"Hey Ash"

"Hmm?"

"Catch!"

Ashley caught the helmet and looked at Andrew who just smiled.

"What do you say, leyley? Shall we ride again like old times?"

Ashley smile was very bright even in the dark of night.

Starting up the bike, Ashely sat behind Andrew before straping on the helmet. She wrapped her arms around Andrew's chest.

Carefully and slowly, they both drove around the parking lot before Andrew finally decided to go onto the main road. Looking behind him, Ashley nodded to him, ready to go.

Putting throttle, the bike glided smoothly on the open pavement as the exhaust reverberated off the city walls.

Ashley laughed in happiness as she felt nostalgia and warmth over take her while also enjoying the freedom and closeness with the man she loved.

Andrew was content, regardless of his situation. As long as his Leyley was happy, nothing else mattered.

The two sailed into the darkness, free as can be.

[unreliablesnake]

Animals - bonus chapter

Summary: Soap wants answers, Ghost hallucinates in his cell.

Note: This is a short word vomit. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: mentions of death and rape.

Soap was having a hard time accepting the truth, but things got painfully real when he was attending your modest funeral with Price and Gaz. After everything he had done to keep you safe, you got murdered when he wasn’t around. He should have asked Price to let him stay behind with you, he should have stood his ground and convinced his boss that this was for the best.

But it was easy to be smart in retrospect. Neither of them could have known how far Ghost was willing to go. No one expected him to end things like this. But he killed you, and now he was about to pay for his actions, hopefully spending the rest of his life in prison.

But this wasn't enough for Soap. He needed answers, he had to know why the lieutenant did what he did. What in the hell could make him hurt you this way, torturing you with months of stalking and harassment?

So he decided to give the man a visit in prison, hoping he would tell him the truth. A part of him was certain he would get nothing from him, but that was okay. It was still worth a try.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Ghost asked once he saw who the mysterious visitor was.

“I just want answers.”

“Take a number,” came the short response.

“Ghost, I’m serious,” Soap tried. “Why did you have to kill her?”

“She asked for help as if she was in trouble.”

“She was in trouble,” the sergeant pointed out.

“You have to know that I never wanted this to happen. I loved her, and she loved me.” Ghost added, surprising Soap.

He had a hard time believing the lieutenant was this delusional, that he truly believed it was true. “You fucker! She was terrified of you,” he said angrily, barely able to manage his anger.

Ghost thought about what he had just heard. “That doesn’t change how I feel. She was the best thing in my life.”

“So what? If you can't have her–”

“No, it's not like that,” he interrupted the younger man with a growl. “I just wanted her to stay with me. We were so good together.”

“Jesus, you're out of your fucking mind,” Soap said, unable to hold back a desperate laugh. This was insane, he was insane. How in the hell could that happen? How didn't they notice that he was so out of touch with reality?

Ghost leaned forward as he said his next words. “Why? Because I wanted to make her see that we belonged together? Because I wanted her to feel loved and satisfied? You should have seen the way she enjoyed the last time we were together.”

“When you tied her up, gagged her, then raped her? You sick son of a bitch. I'm sure she didn't enjoy that.”

“Her body surely did,” he said with a shrug.

“I hope you'll rot in hell, Ghost,” Soap told him before standing up and turning to leave.

“Already leaving?”

The sergeant looked back and leaned closer, almost bearing his teeth. “There's nothing left to talk about.”

The worst part is that Ghost genuinely didn't understand how they couldn't see his side of the events. He just wanted the best for you, showing you where you truly belonged. It's not his fault that you didn't want to accept the truth, that you should have been together.

Once he was taken back to his cell that he occupied alone, he laid down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. He wondered how long he would be locked up here, and if he even had a chance of being let go in the end.

“You didn't do anything wrong,” he heard your sweet voice suddenly.

When he turned his head, he saw you standing there with your back against the wall, arms folded over your chest. “I know, love, but they keep saying I did,” he said.

With a sigh, you walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Look, they'll understand that you had no choice. I was stupid for not realizing you only wanted the best for me.”

“Don't blame yourself.” You flashed a smile at him at this. “I miss you so much,” he told you, raising his hand as if he was about to reach out and run his fingers down your cheek.

But it couldn't happen. He knew you were dead, he knew he was the one who killed you, but despite all of this you were still here with him, providing the support he needed so much now. If you were still alive and over what had happened between you, you would be just as kind, eventually realizing that he was right about the two of you.

“I’ll never leave you, Simon. I promise,” you added with a smile.

[secretkittywolf]

High Life

Chapter 3

Martyn notices how sad Scott looks, so he hops over the bar and walks over. "You okay? You seemed pretty upset back there" He asks. "I'm fine. Just.... I'm just stressed about my backstory, that's all" Scott admits. Just like talking with Jimmy, talking with Martyn is much easier than anyone else in this game. Cleo is too, but they've not had deep moments like how he has with being Flower Husbands and the Mean Gills. Scott feels comfortable and desperately wants to talk to him about his motive, but he can't. He doesn't know what would happen to him if he talked about it, but it cannot be good. "Hey, that's completely understandable. I think we're all stressed over our backstories. So if you think for a second that you're alone in this, you're not" Martyn gives Scott a hug which is gladly accepted. Skizz watches them and scowls. How is Scott so relaxed with Martyn and not him? Isn't he Scott's boyfriend?

Over in the corner, Scar is rummaging through some chests. "Scar, what are you doing?" Asks Grian. "Looking for some music, my good avian. Now.... Where would.... Aha!" Scar stands, holding a disc in his hand. He walks over to a jukebox and places the disc in. "Now let's dance" 'Chirp' begins to play as Scar begins to tap his foot to the music. Grian huffs but with the music filling the club, he can't help but chirp and start to dance. "Hey Gem! Let's dance" smiles Pearl. "Um no thanks" "Come on! What's wrong with dancing?" " I just don't fancy dancing right now" "Don't be silly!" Pearl grabs Gem's hands. "Wait, Pearl! I- I don't-" Pearl begins to dance with Gem. The faun is spun by the moth lady and forced into a dip. "Pearl! Stop!" "Why? Isn't this fun?" "I said I don't want to dance right now!" "But-" Cleo grabs Gem's waist and pulls her from Pearl. "She said no, Pearl" Pearl begins to frown, seeing how the zombie had her arm around her girlfriend. Neither of them have realised that the music has stopped.

"No one asked for your opinion, Cleo" she spat. "She's told you, multiple times that she doesn't want to dance, so why are you forcing her to?" "You know, you should really mind your own business" "I don't like people forcing my friends to do something they're not comfortable with" "It's just dancing! It's not like I'm forcing her to murder everyone in the room!" "But you're making her uncomfortable. You should really learn how to respect other people's feelings more" Cleo takes Gem's hand and guides the faun to the exit. Growling, Pearl launches at Cleo, knocking them down. "What is wrong with you?!" "Maybe you should learn how to mind you're own fucking business!" A fist comes at Cleo's face but before she could feel an impact, she sees a hand over it. "Pearl, don't" Gem begged. "Don't hurt her!" Pearl uses her free hand to shove Gem back. "Sorry princess, but this zombie needs to be taught a lesson" "Enough!" The girl's and zombie look over to see an angry Martyn. "I will not tolerate violence in my club. If you're gonna act like this, take it outside"

Cleo shoves Pearl off her and stands. "No need to worry anymore, Martyn. I was just leaving" Cleo marches out of the club and into the cool night air. "Night time already?" Cleo walks through the lit up city, thankful that the light level was high enough so no mobs could spawn. "Cleo! You okay?" She turns to see a familiar face. "Hey Ren. And yeah, I'm okay" she lies. Ren gives them a big, toothy grin. "That's good to here! Fancy coming over to mine?" They looks back but shakes her head. "Sure. Sounds like fun" Ren's tail begins to wag with excitement as he and Cleo walk to Ren's.

[fallenclan]

Yewberry didn't know what to think as he stood at the cliff's edge, staring down at the skewered body of Stormsight.

He didn't want to acknowledge it, but it made too much sense.

Yewberry knew that his father, Otterslip, never liked Stormsight. The feeling was mutual between the two, and it was the one singular thing they could agree on. The two were always getting into spats, arguments, and their voices raising so loud that even Goldenstar would sometimes peak his head out of his den.

But he never thought his father could kill someone. Though it made too much sense.

He had seen his father leave a while after Stormsight had, long after he had dropped looking for the medicine cat. Yewberry didn't think of it much at the time. It wasn't that rare for Otterslip to leave camp whenever he was worked up about Stormsight.

However, when the clouds were gray and rain poured from below, Yewberry saw Otterslip return without Stormsight. In the moment he didn't think much of it. After all, he doubted the two would ever willingly walk together.

But then Stormsight didn't come back the following day. With the storm raging outside, everyone assumed there was flooding and that the medicine cat was hiding out somewhere.

Yewberry had made it a point to sleep near Otterslip that night.

The next day, rain still fell, and Stormsight still didn't return.

That was when Yewberry began to worry. His father hadn't.. done something, had he? No, he wouldn't. He was an honorable warrior. Despite the fact that he and Stormsight hated each other, his father wouldn't commit murder.

.. would he?

He didn't say anything to Ivybounce about his suspicions. He didn't want to break his poor sister's heart. She was still grieving over Grassroot. She didn't need this too.

So when the rain had cleared and there was no sign of any more storms, Yewberry left the camp. To go and hunt, he told his sister. He didn't need a partner, he insisted. He'd be fine.

Yewberry wished he had said no one should come join him late.

For as he stands on the cliffside, looking down, his body is shaking. He feels sick to his core.

He opens his mouth to say something, but he can't.

Yewberry looks down at Stormsight's lifeless eyes, dried blood around his muzzle, and he feels bile rise up in his throat.

"Yewberry, there you are!" Ivybounce's voice came from behind him, and he whipped around. She was with Sleepycloud, her mate gently resting a tail over her backside.

Yewberry's eyes shot to her pudgy stomach, and he felt more bile.

If his sister saw Stormsight, her kits.. would the shock..

"Don't." He steps in front of them, voice cracking. Behind them, he can see Blizzardfang and Silverbelly. The medicine cat must have insisted she come with in case something happened to Ivybounce.

"What's wrong?" Sleepycloud frowns. With a gentle nudge, he tells Ivybounce to stay there, and he walks to the cliffside edge.

"STARCLAN ABOVE!" the warrior shouts, fur raising as he sees the body bellow.

"What?! What is it- OH, SILVERPELT!" Blizzardfang demands as she runs up before skidding to a stop, also seeing the body.

Yewberry backs up to his sister and rests his head against hers. He can feel her shaking. "Yew.. what's going on?" she whispers.

Silverbelly rushes past, and she too skids to a halt. It takes her a moment, but finally, she screams. "STORMSIGHT! NO!"

Ivybounce tenses beside him, and Yewberry embraces her tighter.

"It must have been that dog!" Blizzardfang growls, hackles raising. "We didn't properly chase it off! Maybe it even had others with it!"

"It would make sense.." Sleepycloud whispers. "Look at how terrified his face is.."

Admist the discussion and Silverbelly's wails, Yewberry lowers his voice to a whisper.

"There's something I need to tell you.."

Ivybounce looks at him, pupils shrinking.

"About father.."

"No.." Ivybounce shakes her head. "Yewberry, no.."

Yewberry only looks down, closing his eyes. Tears pool in his eyes as he listens to Ivybounce softly sob.

- 🐆

(Doing a little explain! I saw the ask about Ivybounce and Yewberry once I finished writing it, and I really like it! It's a good way to look at it. But I went for this approach because, at this moment, the option for Otterslip's little 'whoopise' being found out is no. I really wanted to incorporate that into this, and then I remembered.

"Grassroot was killed by a dog."

While the scent of death is definitely going to linger now that it's stopped raining, the sun is out and all that, there is virtually no other way to connect Otterslip to the crime other than coincidences. The rain washed away tracks, blood, and scents.

They have no actual proof that Otterslip ever even went to Stormsight. And remembering that a dog killed Grassroot, and we never had confirmation it was dealt with.. who's to say that the clan wouldn't just think a dog or a dog pack scared him over the edge?

That and, above all else.. is Goldenstar going to believe anyone who tries to accuse Otterslip? Otterslip, who is Scorchstar's son? Unless they have concrete proof, proof that can not be refuted..

Who's to say Goldenstar would just simply refuse to exile Otterslip?

Who's to say that Yewberry and Ivybounce won't keep their mouths shut, not because they're afraid of their father.. but they're afraid of the clan's reaction if they can't prove it.)

(I swear I'm normal about pixelated cats I swear I swear.)

YES YES YES IM BITING THIS IM CHEWING IT UAGHHGHG

the fucking. yewberry being so desperate for the truth and so desperate to protect his sister. refuting the idea of his father murdering someone in his head. The PARALLELS...... im so normal i swear. i swear im normal

[moondragon618]

hello moon! For the writing prompts, it’d be really cool if you could write “forced family” from the other section with your shapeshifter au? That au literally makes me go insane lmao/pos

HI SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER LMAO anyway. Today being the anniversary of Boundless Sands gave me a sudden burst of motivation to finish this bc it in fact takes place right after Boundless Sands lol. Anyway I'm very excited about this one :)

Warnings for abuse, psychological torture, lots of psychological horror in general, graphic depictions of violence, blood, strangulation, obsessive/possessive behavior, flashbacks, murder, and gaslighting.

Tommy can feel a bit of a chill creeping in as he stares blankly out at the sea, and he shivers. The rain has let up a bit, but it's well after dark now and the temperature has dropped since the sun set.

He knows he should really get home and dry off, but he can't quite bring himself to leave.



It's a familiar feeling, standing on the beach while shivering and wet, alone and abandoned and forgotten.



His sobs have quieted down to silent tears already, the feeling of having his heart ripped out having faded to numbness.



Wilbur is gone. Wilbur left him. He's alone.



Tommy tears his eyes away from the ocean for a moment, his eyes catching on his diamond sword left abandoned nearby. He should probably go get that- he had it for a reason after all, it's dangerous for him to be without a weapon anymore- but the thought of holding it again makes his stomach twist.

The rain has washed off the small amount of blood that ended up on the blade, but it's burned into his memory regardless- the fear in his brother's eyes, the terror as he clutched the bleeding cut in his arm and begged for Tommy to stop-



Maybe Wilbur is better off without him.



His vision blurs again as he stares at the sword, and he feels tears run down his face again- but he's snapped out of his thoughts suddenly when he hears a voice right behind him-

"Tommy?"

Wilbur's voice. It hits him with a wave of relief and hopefulness and comfort before he can even think- But Wilbur is gone.



That isn't Wilbur.



The emotional whiplash is dizzying as his blood goes cold with terror, and he instinctively scrambles for the diamond sword before turning around, only to find-

Wilbur. But he's too smug and overconfident, too menacing, with a grin of twisted amusement he knows all too well that doesn't belong on his brother's face-

"Aww, Tommy, did your 'big brother' finally leave you again?" the nightmarish imitation of his brother says, in a taunting lilt that sounds absolutely wrong in Wilbur's voice.

Tommy shudders and steps back, trying not to show the stab of grief he feels at the taunt, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword and holding it up defensively.

"F-fuck you, fuck you Dream," he growls, glaring at the shapeshifter, his breathing shaky with anger and revulsion. "Y-you- S-stop doing that right now or I will fucking kill you!"

"Oh, will you, Tommy?" Wilbur Dream says, grinning even more as he steps closer, causing Tommy to flinch. "Then kill me, Tommy. Go ahead, now's your chance, right?"

Tommy shivers, chills running down his spine. Dream is toying with him, he knows that all too well. But he's also not wearing armor, and if there's even a chance that Dream is confident enough to have his guard down right now, he needs to take it.

But it's like he's frozen in place, and the more he wills himself to do anything, the more his hands start to shake.

(Tommy, I don't want you to be the one to do this, don't- Put the sword down-)

"Aw, Tommy, you're hesitating," Dream taunts him, moving closer until the end of the diamond sword is just inches away from him- wrong wrong wrong- "C'mon, I'm giving you the perfect opportunity to rid the server of me for good! Go ahead and kill me, little hero."

(Phil, kill me, kill me Phil-)

Tommy steps back almost reflexively, his hands trembling and his breathing shaky and erratic. He feels sick. It's bad enough having to deal with Dream using that nickname like it was always his, but hearing it in that voice again- the familiarity of it, the way it sounds so natural even in that mocking tone-



(It brings back memories of buttons and dimly lit ravine walls-)



"S-shut up, s-shut-" he whimpers, his voice breaking, getting louder and more desperate as his vision starts to blur with tears. "S-stop it, stop- s-stop fucking doing that STOP IT-"

Suddenly, Tommy is pulled into a hug that feels instantly familiar to him, and for a brief second he almost feels safe- but it's a little too tight, too suffocating, too possessive-

"Shh, it's okay, Tommy. It'll be okay," he hears Wilbur's voice say, soft and and soothing as he gently runs a hand through Tommy's hair, and almost instinctively he drops the sword with a shaky sob and clings to his brother for comfort- no, no no no not his brother it's not Wilbur it's Dream-

Then he hears Wil Dream give him an amused chuckle, the sound of it in his brother's voice sending chills down his spine- wrong wrong wrong-

"Aww, Tommy, you really can't bring yourself to hurt your beloved 'big brother'?" the shapeshifter taunts, a mocking grin audible in his voice as he playfully tugs at Tommy's white streak. "You sure didn't seem to have a problem with it earlier, you know. How did it feel to have him begging you for mercy?"

Tommy shudders, his gut twisting in guilt and horror again.

"No n-no f-fuck you, I-" he stutters between shaky breaths, shuddering as he's hit with the urge to get away. "L-let go of me let go of me-"

He struggles and then manages to twist his way out of the shapeshifter's hold, his blood running cold right after as he realizes he's defenseless, his sword laying right next to Dream where he dropped it earlier- fuck fuck why did he do that-

Dream seems to take notice of Tommy's panic, chuckling in amusement and making a show of picking the sword up and examining it as if to taunt him.

"C'mon Tommy, don't be like that," Dream chides him, carefully running a finger along the blade of the sword. Then he looks at Tommy with an expression that's far too familiar on his brother's face, fondness creeping into his tone. "I'm actually kind of proud, you know?"

The warmth and comfort Tommy feels at the sound of those words in Wilbur's voice is immediate even despite his guilt and horror, and to his dismay, reminding himself that this is Dream only makes it worse- it just makes him more aware of the smell of saltwater and the sound of the ocean nearby, bringing back memories of TNT and-

He did good Dream is happy with him he did good-



He's startled out of his thoughts suddenly when he notices Dream is moving towards him, causing him to flinch away instinctively.

"Oh, Tommy~" Dream taunts him, the sound of that teasing lilt in Wilbur's voice making him feel nauseous.

"G-get away from me-" Tommy whimpers, a chill running down his spine at the sight of his brother Dream grinning with twisted amusement, and he shivers as he takes a step back.

Then he reaches toward Tommy, causing him to flinch away with a terrified whine, his hands going up reflexively to protect himself- only for Dream to catch one of his wrists and not let go.

"You can't get away, little hero~" Wil Dream taunts, squeezing Tommy's wrist in a bruising grip, causing him to let out a pained whimper.

It's not Wilbur. His brother would never hurt him like this it's not Wilbur it's not-

"L-let- let go of me r-right now-" he demands, struggling to keep his voice steady despite the sickening horror he feels as he looks fearfully up at his brother Dream.

"Oh?" Dream tugs him a little closer with an amused chuckle, grinning wide with unhinged glee, and suddenly Tommy can feel the tip of the sword against his throat, digging right into the scar from his first death. "Or what, Tommy?"

He freezes, pure terror rushing through him and phantom pain burning across his neck, reminding him of blackstone and screaming and the smell of blood-

"N-nothing- nothing p-please please Wi- D-Dream I'm s-sorry-" he pleads, the reality of how trapped and helpless he is crashing into him all at once.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Tommy," Wilbur- no, Dream says, his tone sickeningly sweet. He presses the blade in just a little further, and Tommy shudders as he feels the skin break and a warm drop of blood run down his neck. "C'mon, you should know that by now, little hero."

"N-no please-" Tommy whimpers, the familiar words sending a wave of shame and horror through him.

Then, before he can even process what's happening, the blade against his throat is gone. And Tommy suddenly feels the sickening sensation of something piercing through his stomach followed by agonizing, blinding pain.

He lets out a strangle whine, collapsing into Wilbur- no, Dream... right?- as soon as the sword is pulled out of him, and he can feel warm blood flowing freely from the wound in his stomach.

A pair of arms wraps around him and then carefully lowers him to the ground, and he lets out an agonized yelp as the movement causes him to feel like he's being stabbed all over again.

"Shhh, it's okay Tommy, just focus on me, okay?" he hears in Wilbur's voice, and when he looks up, he can see his brother looking down at him with a grin. He doesn't know if he should feel safe or terrified.



Wait, what was he supposed to remember about Dream again?

Was it Dream or Wilbur that just hurt him?



"Wil?" Tommy asks shakily, and it feels wrong somehow, but it's hard to think through the pain and the rapid blood loss, his mind a clouded, confusing mess.

"That's right, Tommy. I'm right here," Wilbur says, grinning with amusement- wrong wrong WRONG- and he instantly feels calmer, safer.



Wilbur is going to help him, right?



But then, suddenly, there's hands around his throat, tightening until he's struggling to breathe- and it's too familiar, reminding him of obsidian and lava and Dream-

"W-Wil?" Tommy whimpers, grasping at his brother's hands, fear tearing through his chest as he starts gasping for air. "N-nono W-Wilbur- p-please- s-stop-"

"Shhh, just relax, Tommy. It'll be over soon," Wilbur shushes him, the twisted amusement audible in his tone and visible in his expression sending a cold, horrified chill down Tommy's spine.

"W-why-" he barely manages to whimper before suddenly he can't breathe at all, and his scrabbling at the hands around his throat becomes desperate clawing.

But it doesn't take long for his struggles to weaken, for his vision to start going dark, for his thoughts to quiet and his terror to fade...



...



Then, nothing.



He's nowhere, surrounded by a familiar empty void. His heart has gone still. He's breathing, but it's mostly by instinct- there's no air here, and he doesn't need it anyway.



There's no pain, only numbness and a feeling of being perpetually shattered. He hasn't forgotten that, either.



Then there's the sensation of being pulled, of his pieces being forced back together even if they no longer fit, and it hurts-



Suddenly, he's alive again- like waking up from a dream, but far more overwhelming as his senses return in full force, his entire body tingling almost painfully as the feeling comes back, and even more disorienting as he struggles to remember what happened.

He died. He died again. Wilbur- Wilbur killed him- no, no not Wilbur Dream killed him-

Right?

"Tommy? You back with me?" he hears, and this time it's Dream's voice, sounding almost genuinely concerned.

Tommy sits up suddenly, trying to ignore the dizziness that causes, looking around in a panic, flinching when he sees Dream- not Wilbur it's just Dream- kneeling right next to him.

It's still unsettling as all hell, the way his hair always has slightly more curls than normal ever since exile, the shade of blonde a bit lighter, his nose a little rounder, even the eerie green glow of his eyes seems to have a blueish tinge- but at least it's just Dream, not anyone else-

No, Dream killed him, Wilbur is gone it had to have been Dream-

"N-no, nono s-stay back-" Tommy stutters as he tries to scramble away from the shapeshifter, fear rushing through him again.

"Tommy, relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise," Dream chuckles, watching his reaction with amusement.

"Y-you just fucking killed me!" Tommy yells in disbelief, shaking and breathing rapidly.

"Oh, but Tommy," Dream says with a questioning tilt of his head, almost teasingly. "Was it really me?"

"F-fuck you- f-fuck you I- I know it was y-you-" Tommy shouts, but even as he says it, some part of him remains unsure-

What if dying and being revived fucked with his memories?

What if Wilbur didn't actually leave and Dream was never there and his brain just made all that up because he couldn't accept that Wilbur would hurt him like that-

"It- it h-had to have been you-" he whines, curling into himself to try and hide the tears forming in his eyes.

Then he flinches as he feels arms around him, pulling him into a hug-

"Shh, you're safe now, Tommy. I've got you," he hears Dream say, and he almost relaxes into it in his desperation for comfort. "You don't even need Wilbur, because you have me."

Tommy freezes. 'Really?' a small part of him wants to ask as it lights up at what Dream is implying, but he shoves it down as best he can.

"N-no, no y-you're- you're not my brother-" he whimpers, shuddering as he tries not to show any uncertainty. "Y-you're not Wilbur, you'll never be Wilbur-"

Dream will never leave him. Dream will protect him-

"Oh, Tommy. You're right, y'know?" Dream says, his voice soothing as he starts to gently run a hand through Tommy's curls. "But maybe that's a good thing, my little hero. Maybe I'm better than him. Don't you want a big brother who won't ever leave you, Tommy?"

Tommy just shivers, slowly melting into the comforting touch.

"Y-you're n-not-" he whimpers, cut off by a shuddering sob as something inside of him breaks and he clings desperately to his brother Dream, hugging him back tightly.

"There you go, Tommy. It's okay, just let it out," Dream comforts him, hugging him a little tighter, amusement and fondness in his voice as he continues. "You're safe with me, little brother."

Tommy doesn't even try to dispute him anymore, just soaking up the only affection he's probably going to get from now on. Because everyone else leaves him, but Dream never does.

He's safe with Dream.

[featherghoul]

You good?

Lee!Terzo x Ler!Omega

Warnings/Disclaimers: Comfort angst, strong language, parental issues, empty threats of murder, slight cardiophilia, and Google Translate Italian because I've been too lazy to keep up with Duolingo.

Word count: 1,563

//Author's notes

Holy shit, my first fic on this blog. No idea how well it's gonna do, but fuck it, let's gooooo! A quick thing I want to mention that I think is mandatory: any work of fiction I create centered in this fandom will never be about the people behind these masks, but about the characters they portray. With that being said, I hope this fic is enjoyed by at least one person. Another thing I wanna mention is that I do not proofread for whatever fucking reason—probably laziness— so there's probably mistakes here. Be patient with me. ;;

With a huff and a grumble, swearing and cursing in his native Italian under his breath, Terzo entered Omega's dorm unannounced and flopped belly first onto the ghoul's bed right next to him, who was practicing on his guitar, strumming whatever popped into his head. Omega's pointed ears perked up upon hearing Papa Emeritus the Third enter, though they quickly pinned back when he saw the mortal's disheveled state. "You good?" The ghoul asked as he paused and looked over his shoulder to face his human partner, who gave no response to him, lying limp on the bed, breathing deeply. "Terzo, is everything okay?" He asked again, a bit more insistently as he rubbed Terzo's shoulder.

"Just fucking peachy." Terzo grouched, his voice muffled due to his face being buried into the mattress.

"You don't seem fine." The demon replied as he stood for a moment to put away his guitar, putting it back on its stand so he could give his Papa his full attention. "What's got you heated?"

"Nothing! It's fine!" Terzo grumbled again, his tone more annoyed than the last response.

"Come on, talk to me, babe." He scooted close to the Anti-Pope, rubbing his back, "What's the matter?"

"...Fucking—" Terzo let out a long, loud groan as he flipped over onto his back, removing his mitre to comb a black leather gloved hand through his hair, "I'm so sick of the way I'm fucking treated by Nihil and Sister!"

Omega sighed as he pulled Terzo's head into his lap, running his black claws through his mate's dark hair that had subtle streaks of silver which showed his age, listening to Terzo get his ranting out, his pointed tail twitching as it hung over the edge of the bed.

"They both treat me like I'm some fucking incapable toddler!— Like I have no fucking clue on what I'm doing!" His mismatched eyes glared up at the ceiling as he spoke, his brows furrowed, "For once, I just want them to tell me where I am and where I should go instead of telling me what I'm doing is wrong! I want him for once to tell me I'm doing at least something right!" His eyes began to become a bit glossy. He sighed again, "Omega, you and the others know how hard I try to push this band and The Message forward in the right direction. You know how hard I try to stay on The Path, but it's so fucking difficult when the messages they want me to put out doesn't match what I feel needs to be said… It's so difficult when my best will never be good enough for The Ministry…" He started to choke up a bit.

Omega softly shushed him, caressing the smaller male's cheek with his knuckles. "They're fucking douches."

"Especially my fucking deadbeat of a father." Terzo let out a shaky sigh as he reached his hand up to clasp Omega's, kissing the ghoul's palm.

"He can fuck off. He and Sister both can fuck off. I think you're doing fucking incredible, and fuck them all if they can't see that. You've been doing your best, and it's gonna pay off. Like that Grammy, huh?" He smiled softly at Terzo, but frowned again when the only response given to him was a slight shrug.

"...I want to see them all fucking hang," Terzo growled after a moment, "I want to fucking strangle them…" He balled his hands into fists, though they soon released as Omega gently clasped them in his, kissing the mortal's knuckles. Terzo exhaled once more, "I'm fucking sick of this shit…" He closed his eyes, pulling away one of his hands to rub at his temple.

"Hey, I know exactly what will make you feel better." Omega grinned, his wolf-like fangs showing.

"What?" Terzo mumbled. When he got no reply, he looked up at his partner, noticing the look he was given. "...Oh, fuck you!" Terzo jolted up, glaring at Omega, "No! Fuck that!"

"Come on!" Omega snickered, "You can't deny that it helps!" His tail swayed behind him.

"What about my dignity!?"

"What dignity? You lost it when you started dating me!" The demon laughed softly as he scooted close to Terzo again.

"It's embarrassing!" Terzo argued still, backing away until he was almost falling off the bed.

"So? It's just us. No one else needs to know what we do here." Omega reasoned, his tail thumping a bit against the bed. Terzo was silent for a second or two as he glared at Omega before sighing, his face sweltering beneath his papal face paint. He crawled back over to the large demon, laying across his lap.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you when this is over..." Terzo grumbled.

"No, you won't." Omega snickered as he ruffled Terzo's hair, which made the small mortal huff and attempt to blindly fix his hair. "Ready?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound making Terzo tense. Before the Third Papa could say anything, Omega immediately began gently wiggling his claws into Terzo's sides, making the smaller man jolt and gasp, frantic giggles soon following. "Pfft— W–Wait!! I—Hahah— wasn't ready!!" Terzo brought his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter and mask his smile.

"Well, if I didn't start now, you would never be ready!" Omega reasoned, pausing to attempt to grab Terzo's wrists. "And don't do that! I wanna see that pretty smile!" He huffed as Terzo tried to fight back, the Anti-Pope slapping at the ghoul's hands.

"F–Fuck you!!" Terzo snickered, letting out a panicked gasp as his wrists were caught and pinned down above him, unable to pull them away. He sank as he gazed fearfully at his partner with smiling eyes, giggling nervously. "...A–Abbi pietà!" His voice cracked, making Omega chuckle.

"Hmmm… No, I don't think I will." The ghoul grinned deviously as he walked the claws of his free hand up and down Terzo's ribs and side. At first, Terzo tried his hardest to hold in his reactions, his face scrunching as he did the best he could to keep himself from cracking, but that did no good as he broke less than four seconds later, Omega grinning triumphantly as Terzo crumbled. 

"There's that pretty sound." The ghoul murmured as the room quickly filled with Terzo's laughter, though it was clear he was still trying to hold back.

"Asshole!!" Terzo barked out through his laughter while he tried to hide his face in the pit of his elbow, not wanting to give his ghoul the satisfaction of seeing him break.

"Oh, don't be like that! You enjoy this!" Omega began to scratch lightly at the mortal's stomach, slipping his large hand beneath Terzo's papal robes to get as close as he could to bare skin. "F–Fuck off!!" Terzo swore again at Omega as his laughter increased in volume, now kicking his legs out as an attempt at coping with how badly it tickled. "No! You need this!" Omega scratched above Terzo's belly button to tease the poor mortal, which had the desired effect of making Terzo more frantic and try to suck in his stomach. "You're obviously stressed the fuck out and that needs to be fixed."

Terzo shook his head as he laughed, snickering as he kept trying to hold back. "It's— Snrk!— It's torture!"

"No, it's not. You're being dramatic. Think of this as a sort of intense massage!" The demon suggested as he scratched just right above one of Terzo's hips, making the human shriek. "N–NO!! NO, NO PLEASE!! NOT THERE!! OMEGA!!!" Terzo began to buck, much to the ghoul's amusement.

"Yes there!" Omega teased in a singsong-y tone, "This is the grand finale! It'll be over soon, babe." Omega's touch grew lighter and slower as he remained at that spot above the mortal's hip. This only made Terzo more hysterical, black tears now running down his cheeks from how hard he had been laughing.

"O–OMEGA, PLEASE!" Terzo squeaked, "I'M DYING!!"

"You seem very alive to me." Omega chuckled as he shook his head at his mate's dramatics, his claw slowly picking up speed and pressure before both of his hands at once attacked Terzo's hip bones, the smaller of the two now screaming with high-pitched and flamboyant laughter, thrashing about in Omega's lap and nearly falling if it wasn't for his boyfriend catching him. Terzo could no longer speak at Omega now, only being able to mouth pleas and curses at the other. Though, after what felt like an eternity, but was really about fifteen seconds, Omega let up, ceasing his attacks to allow the other to breathe and calm back down as he held him, bringing Terzo's head to his chest as he rubbed and patted his back. He chuckled alongside Terzo's leftover giggling, squeezing the other tightly and protectively.

"You good?" Omega smiled softly at Terzo, who nodded and tilted his head up to face him, his makeup smudged and his face stretched with a wide smile. "...Y–Yeah… Huff… I'm fine… Puff…" Terzo responded as he still gasped for breath. Omega gently massaged Terzo's scalp as the small mortal pressed his ear to Omega's chest, listening to the ghoul's heartbeat to help him calm down.

"... I'll get your ass later for this…" Terzo groaned, still embarrassed, which earned him a chuckle from the large demon.

"I'd like to see you try."

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 25 ~ Heart Racing|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Mention of Guns

- Swearing

- Mention of Murder

- Mention of Rape

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The air was suffocating, and it didn't help having an officer with a gun directly behind me.

My old social worker sat next to me, and I could feel her eyes staring at me even when my gaze never left the floor.

Another officer paced in front of me, seemingly deep in thought.

Finally she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Alright Ka-"

"That's not my name." I growled.

Silence filled the room once again. My social worker sighed. I slumped further in my chair.

"Okay, we got off on the wrong foot, let's start over. I'm Officer Claire.. and you are.?"

"..May.." I mumble.

"Okay May, I was the one in charge of your case the day you disappeared. Can you tell me what happened?" Claire asks.

I stay silent.

Claire sighs and walks over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinch away at the contact.

"I think we need to speak alone. Could you both leave for a few minutes?" Claire asks the other two.

I assume they agree because in a second they are both out the door.

Claire pulls up a chair in front of me. "Now.. I need you to tell me what happened."

I wrap my arms around myself. "I can't.." I whisper.

Claire frowns "Why not?"

"I can barely remember.." I reply.

"Well, I'll read my reports and see if we can trigger your memory." She says.

"Let's see here.. The day was May 16.. your birthday, correct?"

I shrug.

"You were in your 6th placement, and your foster father was Richard Norman."

The name is familiar, and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

"We got a call that night, around 9 pm.. the neighbors heard screaming. When we arrived, Richard was dead. There was a stab wound from a broken beer bottle right where his heart was.."

My nails dig into my skin.

"Upon further inspection.. We found more blood on the bed in the master bedroom, as well as in the bathtub of the master bathroom.. Testing revealed that it was your blood."

I dig my nails further, drawing blood.

"Did he hurt you, May?"

I can't respond.

"May.. Did you kill him because he.. raped you-"

Claire barely manages to get that sentence out before I break.

"SHUT UP-!" I scream.

"May, calm do-"

"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" I yell as the door suddenly opens.

The cop has his hand next to his gun, as if he's preparing to fire. My social worker looks scared.

Claire immediately puts her hands up. "Don't worry Carson, everything's fine-"

At this point I'm having a full meltdown, and I'm nowhere near okay as Claire says. I sink down to the floor, hands gripping my hair.

Claire stands up. "We'll.. just give her a minute to calm down.. She just needs alone time."

And with that, I'm locked in a room by myself.

Without thinking, I start banging my head against the wall. It's painful, but also comforting.

My eyes scan the room, and I spot a window.

I quickly stand up and drag a chair over to the window. I stand on it and try to open the window.

Locked, as I suspected.

I throw myself against the window, trying to break it.

I look down at my hands, then back up at the window, and I suck in a breath and punch the window with all my strength.

Pain erupt in my knuckles as they collide with the glass, but the window breaks.

I jump up and begin to pull myself through the window, glass digging into my skin.

The second I pull myself through, I hear the door unlock.

I force myself to stand and I start to sprint. I run as fast as I can, not heading towards any specific place.

After what felt like forever, I stop to catch my breath. My hands scramble for my phone, and I dial the only number I can remember off the top of my head.

'ring'

'ring'

'ring'

"May?"

I gasp in relief that Kai actually answered.

"Kai- I.. fuck-" I trip over my words.

"May, what's wrong? June said you disappeared-"

"I need- help-" I struggle to catch my breath.

I hear the jingle of keys on the other side. "Where are you?"

"I don't- know.." I say as I feel tears fall down my face.

"Look around, do you see any signs?" Kai asks.

My eyes dart around until I spot a sign. "Garden.." I manage to say.

"Eve's Garden? That's where you work May, remember?" Kai says.

"Uh huh.."

"Okay, I'm coming now. Can you wait somewhere?"

"No.. They find- me.."

"Who? Who'll find you May?"

"Bad.."

I hear voices behind me, and I gasp and run into the nearest alley to hide.

"Hey, what's going on?" Kai asks, but at this point I'm a crying mess that I can't physically answer.

My chest is tightening and I feel like my lungs are closing in. I gasp and try to breathe but I can't.

Black spots blur my vision along with tears.

"May, talk to me. Focus on my voice." I hear Kai say.

I slump against some old boxes, phone against my ear.

"Please.." I barely manage to say.

"May, I'm 2 minutes away, just stay on the line.

I grip at my shirt and that's when I realize how much I'm bleeding. Small cuts litter my arms and knees.

"..'M bleeding.." I mumble.

"May I'm here, where are you?"

"Don't know.. tired.."

"No, don't you fall asleep. Tell me what you see."

"Red wall.. boxes.."

"Are you in an alley?"

"Mhm.."

"Okay, hang tight."

I hear footsteps approaching, and my heart almost beats out of my chest.

I hear a 'fuck' and there's arms around me. I cry and try to fight back, but my muscles give up.

"Hey! It's me May! What's wrong?!"

I shrink away from his touch that feels like needles.

"Fuck.. you're bleeding.."

Those same needle hands pick me up despite my protests.

I open my eyes slightly and that's when I see the night sky. Somehow, I feel calmer just by staring at it.

The calmness slips away as I'm put into a car, away from the stars. I whine as I hit my fist against my head.

"You're okay.." A voice whispers.

I feel my shoulders jerk up and I grunt uncontrollably.

I feel something heavy placed on me, and my body calms a bit.

"Hold on, we're going home."

I grunt softly in response.

A phone rings, and I cover my ears at the sound of it.

I keep my eyes closed as Kai responds to the call.

"Hello? Woah- hey it's fine. I got her."

...

"Yes.. she's okay, for now anyways."

...

"She's injured, you should call that one lady- yeah her."

...

"Pretty bad. Cuts all over her arms and legs.. and a pretty large gash on her arm."

...

...

"She's resting right now, she had a meltdown I think.. Yeah, one of those."

"I don't know if she is.. that's a question for another day though."

...

"Okay, I'll see you soon, bye."

I feel a hand rest in mine, and I give a small squeeze in response.

"It's okay.. rest. You'll be okay."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Megumi felt his face darken hearing this. How the hell does this guy live even after all this? It was sick and wrong. However, he was worried about his plan to use her to get others here.

"....." She didn't move seeing him finally let her chin go, moving away as she tries struggling again to get free but the damn chains were tight around her wrists. After the two times he used rope, he used chains to stop her from getting out.

"Anyway...the body does provide a good substance for a soul. All I need to do is to use the remains of the soul, remnant and put it into an animatronic under my control. I never thought I had this kind of power before" Metal Zilla shrugs his arms as he picks up a pizza cutter from the table. "This place is great! The kids are a pain in the ass since I started working here." The man is wearing a long light brown trenchcoat with a hoodie, he has long sleeves. Daichi can't see his face thanks to the mask he's wearing. But his voice is so full of himself.

"......"

"But they do make great resources! Easy to take and easy to corrupt! But now I feel like I need to move on to the adults! But it's hard to get some but one. The good thing is...I'm going to use that shitty security guard! Zilla is good for something besides singing."

"*Muffled grunting while struggling again* Mfffmmm!!!"

"Anyway...I gotta get back to work!" He said. "I still have about 5 more bodies to work on before getting their souls out. But who knows? If you behave I Might let you out...just kidding! You are going to be good and lure your so called friends here. I'm sure you'll be happy to see them again." he smiled.

"So...what do you have to say about that?" he asked to look at her but Miko said nothing feeling him sigh. "Here, why don't you speak right and tell me?" he asked reaching to lower the gag as she gasps coughing.

"..Hmm?"

"I think your t..terrible! How could you! Your nothing but a creep and murderer to those poor kids! What did they even do to you!?" she shouted.

"EVERYTHING! THOSE BRATS DESERVED IT AND IF YOUR ANGRY ABOUT IT GET OVER IT!" he shouted. "I deserve to get what I want even if it means killing someone else!" he glares at her. "Even if it means torturing someone else.." he said showing the pizza cutter near her cheek. However, she looks quiet for him to sigh.

"You don't get it though..I'm doing this for a reason..now...I'm sure whoever sees this will be happy your safe....why not say something?" he asked but Miko looks up at the camera.

"Guys! If your seeing this; don't come down here! I'll be fine! Please, you don't want to come down here!" she said but he laughs finding her funny.

"Oh what a joke you are Miko-chan!" he snickered but as he leans in about to almost cut her cheek seeing the cutter cut her skin drawing blood. "Why not say more?" He teased.

However, she quickly knees him hard in the stomach hearing him groan henching over. She begins struggling more working on trying to get out before seeing Anaconda. He was trying to break the chains again.

"Anaconda!" she was looking to him hearing the other coughing before he growls getting mad. "!?...Anaconda, run! Get out of here and warn the others! Tell them not to come here!" she said seeing him not wanting to leave her.

"I'll be okay. Just go!" she said before she tires using her strength to break the chains only to see Anaconda rush out away as she sees the other growling to stand up.

"WHY YOU BITCH!" he shouted to hit Miko hard as she coughs wincing a bit. "Tch....I'll have to have them look for that thing. But in the meantime....*faces Miko angry*..since you wanna be a brat! I'll have to punish you again for it!" he said cutting her free but saw her trying to run only for him to pick her up over his shoulder.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" she shouted kicking but he keeps carrying her away. "LET GOOOOO!!"

"Once I deal with you..it's back to work but lets work on that mouth of yours!" he shouted as she screams kicking before the door slams shut behind him leaving Miko's screams before they were fading away leaving silence.

The roars and the shouts are heard before it becomes silent as something is heard shut. A door. Muffled shouts are heard before laughter is heard, "With this, I can make a new animatronic! Thanks to those brats, I can collect enough agony to make more of these things! It's thanks to that stupid owner who wouldn't give up. Hell, they brought in some damn brats..." Said a figure. It sounded male.

Megumi didn't like that at all. What was he planning to do?! Make more of the animatoric but it sounds like he would make it more danger and disturbing where it might get even worse. He saw Miko struggling but she glares at him while still moving.

"Oh well...I just need to move and leave this dump. Not before bringing more brats in here!" He cackled. "I just need to use those dumb robots and a helper to bring them here."He said.

Someone came into view, he wore a grey Zilla mask, this one looked metal as it had yellow eyes. He looks at Miko, "Tell me...I wonder which of your friends will get here first. The girls, the boys, or that brother and sister! Who knows! It makes the game fun, doesn't it?"

"......" Miko still tries to struggle but he sighed to look at her.

"Now now, don't struggle. You'll hurt yourself like that. I can't let a fresh offering get ruined." he said only to hear more sickening crunch noises to see himself. Miko saw blood on him but also saw the animatronic show up but it was coated in blood along with holding a bloody axe.

Right away Miko's face pales a little. "Though, again, we just begun the game..I'm sure you'll have loads of fun..won't you? Besides, I still didn't forgive you for that kick earlier after you escaped twice. TWICE!" he shouted as he slams the axe above her head almost cutting her hands but missed.

"With your wrestling moves and all that punching and kicking. That hurt you know. BUT! I forgive you for it." he pouts to grip her chin forcing her to look at him.

"I mean after all....I had sooooooo fun making sure you didn't do it again." he said glaring at her but Miko kept looks at him seeing the bloody axe near by.

"So lets see if we can have more guests show up...but you'll be fine won't you.." he smiled petting Miko's head while she was still struggling hoping she can break free again.

"But lets see...maybe you can lead your friends here for me! You can be so helpful and I know I can get them trapped.." he giggled but Miko shook her head furiously not wanting that. He looks to her but he only glares seeing the mask up close that she stares into his glowing yellow eyes.

"Don't you fucking say no to me...you're lucky I didn't kill you.." he said as she was quiet. "Just because you got lucky, I'll be sure you don't...so unless you want me to cut that pretty little head of yours..behave." he warns.

[blametheeditor]

Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 7

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up

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Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of tracking someone down. Mentions of teasing about being in a relationship when not.

Neeeeeearly forgot to queue the Jeremy

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They're not-t-t here. Th-they're not here.

Jeremy finds himself watching Mike uncomprehendingly as the man stares up at Freddy, the animatronic standing barely two feet away in the cramped office. A distance that before was much too short for him to not panic at, but now he's come to associate with safety after the reaction to being told what kind of monster tracked him here. He feels relieved when it was immediately understood what kept him sprinting for who knows how long.

How did it f-f-fin-nd me!

Jeremy forces himself to take deep breaths, watching Mike's blue eyes that have been full of nothing but kindness to keep him steady. Someone who didn't shove him away when he sounded insane, or make fun of how the animatronics made him want to run and never come back. The man has been a bit crude, and the nicknames are interesting, but there's been nothing but friendship offered toward him.

Well, there was friendship.

If he's learned nothing else, it's how to read the room. And the restaurant owner doesn't seem as fond of Jeremy as before.

What did you do this time?

"Mi-"

"How. The fuck. Do you know his last name," Mike demands, refusing to look at him tucked away in the corner. Looking more like the man who wanted to break a desk in half, and less like the one who handed him a first-aid kit.

What did he do?

Jeremy takes one last deep breath as he forces himself to stand up. He needs to remember Freddy doesn't want it inside, either. He's just as worried about what it's capable of. He's safe...for now.

"The system will give me the full names of people they recognize-"

"-which are all wanted criminals or assholes breaking parole," Mike growls. "What the hell is he listed in there for, and why didn't you tell me!"

"It also recognizes former employees."

It takes the shortest in the room another minute before he finally pieces together why being addressed as 'Mr. Fitzgerald' had done more than make him jump because he'd rather not be affiliated with the title.

He can't remember all the details about the animatronics linked to the Fazbear franchise from the stories he was told, but something about a facial recognition immediately comes to mind with the description being given over a 'system'. So that means, if he only gave his first name, and then something with the technology to pull up the rest of his record, someone who knows where that comes from would've become suspicious by the sounds of it mostly dealing with safety via law enforcement.

A.K.A. the owner of a Fazbear restaurant. A.K.A. Mike.

Before he can properly yell about definitely not being a criminal except for maybe from a few hours ago in which he had good reason, his brain then allows the most important piece to click into place. The whole part about him potentially being a former employee.

Should I give them credit even though they're wrong?

Mike finally looks over at him and Jeremy doesn't hide the full body flinch at how angry the taller is. "Are you a spy for Henry?"

"Who- NO! Look, I-I need to explain a few things, but I promise I'm not a spy!"

A glance at Freddy and the bear only looks at him with curiosity, but no tips to help him read Mike's reaction. That being absolutely nothing but the still terrifying glare.

"Mr. Perfect doesn't seem like he pays well, anyway."

There's not even a hint of a smile. "Spill it, Not A Criminal."

It's a 50/50 chance he's getting tossed out with no mercy.

"I-I've never been an employee," Jeremy states. More like pleads, please don't throw him out. "My...dad was, though. I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald Jr. I've seen his high school photos and we actually look identical, so I'm not surprised I managed to pop up."

"When the hell was this?"

"You, uh, remember the restaurant that was open back in, like, '87?"

Mike suddenly whirls on Freddy at the information. And this time when the shorter flinches because he thought for sure something was going to happen, he feels a gentle kick of friendship at his shoe.

He's been forgiven. Holy hay he's been forgiven.

"Fazfuck," the man begins, voice dripping with amusement. "You're telling me this twelve year old made you think he's the same bastard we hired a decade ago."

Honestly it's a little fun- "Hey!"

"I did not," Freddy rumbles. "I am well aware that humans can look similar, if not copies of each other when they're related."

"I think he forgot humans can age."

"I think you're right, Jer."

The bear doesn't raise to the bait. If anything, he sounds almost desperate as his voice lowers as low as his ears. "Now that you're fully informed that your companion isn't an escaped criminal, I need us back on track, Michael."

Jeremy feels his heart skip a beat at the reminder of how close he is to something worse than death held behind nothing but a steel door. A statement of it being protected by magic charms won't calm him, either, because he swears they also possess magic after managing to track him down this far. Actually, it's a miracle the young man is even standing. Not with how many miles he ran on legs that aren't built for something like that.

Truthfully he should've crashed to the ground forever ago. From not eating in 24 hours. Not sleeping in 48. Running his body ragged and even now only managing to stay standing from pure adrenaline.

Mike folds his arms and nods. "What's chasing him?"

"We were Mr. Emily's first animatronics, but we're not the only ones." Freddy glances toward Jeremy's trembling figure and doesn't hesitate to offer a paw to immediately be taken. "I won't get into unnecessary details. But Jeremy's father worked where our successors called the toys entertained."

"And these toys...are hunting him. Like you did."

Jeremy admits he quickly files the question he's been wanting to ask as answered, but his attention is locked on the paw suddenly start to shake as Mike's stared at with so much intensity an eyebrow is raised.

He is never betting against the man if the opportunity ever comes up.

"Not like us. Michael, we were rational with our killing," and that's another question answered. "I made sure everyone that walked through that door at midnight deserved it. The toys don't care."

"ToyFreddy's been really stubborn lately, always trying to drain my flashlight."

"You didn't know a few dumbasses like me made it in the line up."

"Did you know I secretly adore BalloonBoy's laugh even when he tries to steal my batteries? Everyone says it's annoying, but it's so infectious!"

"They don't care who works the night shift. If you told them the teenager behind the cameras wasn't out of high school yet, that poor child wouldn't be spared."

"You know, I've noticed that ToyFoxy doesn't really appear anymore."

"I want to talk to them-"

"NO!" Jeremy screams, louder than Freddy. Louder than the painful memory threatening to surface with the others. So loud he manages to make Mike stare at him with concern.

"Jer-"

"W-W-We are not talking ab-bout this. You should listen to F-Fredri- Freddy," the shorter breathes. Begs the man to not let himself get killed. All because he led those things here.

He sees the start of an argument, but Jeremy feels himself start to fall forward, wincing with the knowledge he'll slam into the hard ground.

Well, he would've, if the arms he grabbed to emphasize the importance of staying away from them hadn't immediately caught him with a soft "I've gotchya, Jer."

Jeremy attempts to find feeling in his legs and stand up, only to flop completely on the taller as his muscles decide he's already pushed himself over the limit.

"S-Sorry."

"Don't worry, Parts And Nervous," Mike smirks. The man grunts with effort to keep them both standing at the sudden weight but he doesn't ask Freddy for support as he drapes an arm over his shoulder. "I said you looked like hell, and two band-aid's aren't doing shit. Besides, I've got a cot in the back room. You don't mind sharing with your boyfriend, right?"

He shakes his head weakly because Mike doesn't look any better than he does. Something that's quickly proven as the first step taken nearly ends with both of them face-planting on hard tile.

"Fuck!"

"I've got you, Michael."

He doesn't know how they got to the room, how much time it took to get them situated so the shared blanket covers both of them, but the next thing Jeremy knows is he's back to back with Mike and grey eyes unable to stay open as Freddy ruffles a few chunks of dirt out of his curls.

"Pr'mise."

"What, Jer?"

"You don't, toys..."

Jeremy pauses as he feels the man tense up. They might've only just met, but he knows any attempt to tell him not to do something will end up with being done secretly behind their back. He'll be the one that gets his friend at best, murdered, and at worse...

He'll regret not finding a better compromise when he wakes up. "Alone."

"...I promise."

Prologue  |  Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8  

[imeternallylove]

Look at us, all we do is a fight - Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

warning: nope, just a bit cursing words and mentioned/spoiled to mom, Tony Stark, she-hulk (Jenifer Walters), and Bruce Banner

genre: angst with comfort (that is me hehe)

words: 2.2k

summary: after you risked your life to save America Chavez from Scarlet Witch, your fight with Stephen became increasingly bitter, eventually pushing both of you to the edge of a dead-end relationship.

dividers

ao3

Wong, the other sorcerers, and some of the Avengers have always wondered how you two met. Yes, you both were always intelligent and attractive, but also sort of headstrong, stubborn, and reckless.

Dealing with Stephen in any aspect of his life was difficult enough, and that's not to say you were on his level, but your close person made sure to avoid you when you became enraged.

You two are polar opposites. Stephen Strange could be described as terse, strict, and seemed to dislike social interaction with strangers, whereas you were easygoing, always cracking jokes about trivial matters, and eager to help anyone, even if it meant going out of your way.

That's why, many years later, when your friends and family found out about your relationship with Stephen, they were shocked. When they did, however, something simply click. The reason Stephen began to smile more, is why he became more lenient toward the stranger and his trainees. And why do you choose to work, train, eat, and even join on dangerous missions with The Sorcerer Supreme, when the truth is that you were only Stark's niece, a human with no superpowers.

They wish they could say they were surprised when anything went wrong. But when you were together, they could feel the blossom growing around them, even when you rebuked him or he ordered his Cloak to keep you from leaving the Sanctum when you both fought.

They weren't surprised, but neither of you had their endorsement. After all, Stephen Strange was brilliant but utterly arrogant.

"What the hell were you thinking? You could die!" You had been ignoring him since dinner, intending to go right past him and into your shared bedroom, but his grip on your wrist had tightened to stop your run away from the heated argument. "You can't keep putting yourself in danger in this way, Y/N."

You murmur before rubbing your exhausted temples, "you know, I can't just stand still, watching you unconscious and do nothing while Wanda tries to murder that kid!"

"Listen, that doesn't mean you can run around and save her without me or Wong."

You struggle to free yourself from his grip as you notice his rage and sweat on his brow. This urges you to respond, "What? So everything I've done was my fault?"

However, his grip grew stronger and firmer, drawing you towards him. "Whatever you just did, it was sooner or later up to me to fix it!"

The corridor went silent and you flinch at his cruel words. You're struggling to breathe, your sadness deepening. Well, is this what he's been thinking all along? You only need his help; no, you don't need a single damn spell.

When he acted like this, you couldn't help but become irritated, and the fury began to rise, your jaw clenched painfully. You loved him, but he had a habit of driving you insane from time to time. "But that kid needs help! Don't you see?!"

"Oh, yeah?" Stephen appears upright and chuckles at you, but his tone betrays this. This makes you realize that the situation between you two has taken a horrible edge this time. "So, how about me? What if you die and what about me!? Are my feelings meaningless to you, right? Y/N?"

Your heartbeat freezes for a split second after hearing his wrecked voice. You were staring at his upper abdomen as his arms got progressively lax on yours, then he lets you free. "Oh, please. You were wrong 'bout me, Stephen Strange." You added with tilting head, "don't you dare reprimand me, you did the same damn thing for your stone!"    He growls over your level, "well, is this my problem now?"

"It does if it means saving America's life— and if I would die," you hissed in a deep rough, "I might actually add!"

"Y/N!"

It was supposed to be another random brawl. That is exactly how it is meant to be. Misunderstanding load up to fight, then give each other the silent treatment before ultimately forgiving, kissing, making up, and moving on. This is how it is meant to happen.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Would you have done differently, Steph? Would you?" You knew he wouldn't, and he knew it as well.

The frantic breath of the Sorcerer paints against your face. His arms flew out and punched a hole into the wall inches from your face, remaining there as though to protect you from the remainder of this place. Stephen towered over you, his eyes filled with wordless wrath, but you refused to back down.

When you open your lips to speak, he stops you in low voice.

"It's over."

You're taken aback by his bitter statement, as if your back has sunk into the crumbling wall he's just smashing. "What?"

"Look at us, all we do is a fight."

No, this was not supposed to end up like this.

Both of your eyes connect for a brief while, and you attempt to avert it, but his gaze never leaves yours. What does killing you much more is you need to admit that he probably won't gaze at you and be with your side like this ever again.

"That's it?"

Stephen's rough hands cup around your face. His warm breathing and kisses leave marks on your cheek, which dry as your tear ducts slip down with a soft gasp, he simply says.

"That's it."

You just stand there and do nothing, though your heart pleading with him not to leave like a prayer, there's nothing came out of your mouth one bit.

All you do is piercing cry wildly in silence.

The last thing you saw as you realized you were losing your words was his figure moving away from you before it evaporated.

You couldn't have imagined how quickly your relationship with him would devolve into a dead end. However, the smashed pit on the wall and bloodstain on the floor of the Sanctum proved it unequivocally.

Between you and him, it's all over.

Everyone else had no idea what you had said that night, but they did know that after a month of itchy and sarcastic remarks between you and Stephen while waiting for America to fully recover from her past, you had cheerfully brought back to your usual; leaving the Avengers team and going return to usual living as a lawyer and litigation associate somewhere in Los Angeles.

There hasn't been enough hearing from you, but some of them just know you're working with Walters, Banner's cousin.

In the half-year you were gone, Stephen always has a nightmare. It wasn't the same nightmare he'd had throughout the battle with Scarlet Witch and his variants. But he was pursued by the desire to the longing, to reclaim you.

His rage was directed toward Wong and the sorcerers. Stephen was more irresponsible and difficult to settle down without you around.

On the day you departed the Sanctum, he accidentally hurt himself in the shoulder while seeing you happily leave his place. The soreness in his shoulder reminded him of his mistake.

He studied, practiced, and learned to cast all of the new spells, heading to Karmar-Taj and went back to New York's Sanctum every day, and worked on his meditation in the morning while the only thing he swallowed was wine and beer, day after day, night after night.

His fury for you has already vanished. He needs you more than anything else right now. He is always thinking about you. But, in the meanwhile, he did what he feared would happen; his arrogant ego pushed you away.

Another meaningless tumbler of wine was poured down his throat.

You wish you could tell or show off how great you did after separating from Stephen while face time with America or Wong.

The fact is, you were at first. You completed your job with enjoyment while you were away from him. But as time passed, when you look up once more, it's been a year now.

You began to crave to miss his warm and attractive grin, his hidden sense of humor that gave rise to you smile when you least expected it, his random kisses throughout the day, his ways of making you feel special and how you mattered to him, his embrace, his scent, his touch, his admiring Cloak, his-

Everything about him.

Nightly, rainfall season. So much of a heartsick atmosphere all around you this night in the city, it full filed your room as well.

Fall into the mattress and start weeping along with the thunderstorms, you forlorn desire for Stephen to cast the portal travel to flash you a smug smile, or possibly surprise you with his Goddamn astral projection when you working, anything, anything as he had done once to tease you.

Except for some news on the internet, you didn't see him at all during your time of loneliness.

His cocky habit makes you laugh despite it was the past and always heartache to recall, you must confess to yourself that you miss him all the time.

You needed to go back. You know, you needed to go back and make things right. You sank, drowning on the seas too much way of heartbreak.

You have to return to your love.

You planned to attend this hearing before your and Stephen's anniversary, according to your calendar.

With good fortune, you can become able to conduct a case at the New York Judiciary. You've only just finished your client reports by 11:50 p.m., and you're tearing down Bleecker Street in the downpour.

You're still dressed in your finalized court hearing outfit, a dark navy blue dress with a pencil skirt, blazer, and heels. It was extremely uncomfortable to run, but you couldn't go another second with everything drastically wrong.

Even when your legs hurt, you keep running.

And now you're standing at his Sanctum door, unsure whether you should be there. What if he'd already moved on? What if he was better off splitting up? What if…

No way, no fucking no

He has to be as tortured as you are right now. A quick glance at your watch shows it's 11:58 p.m.

You could actually walk into the building. Even if something prompts you to knock, you still have Stephen's sling ring to create dimension paths through inside.

The time is 11:59 p.m., and you can hear the door opening.

Midnight has arrived, and the door is open to a bloodshot-eyed man, his t-shirt inside out, who is most highly probable alone here shirtless. And now you don't even give him a chance to recognize you before charging forward and crushing him into an embrace. He does not move or react for a brief moment.

Something has gone wrong, as evidenced by the thriving dread inside you.

A second later, Stephen wraps his arms around you tightly, rocking you back and forth. You close your eyes and welcome back to the significance of belonging, of home. You are overjoyed to be able to return to your heartland.

Stephen notices you're sobbing, he moves back slightly so he can read your features. "What is it, darling? Hey, don't cry," his delicate baritone voice and the pet name he used to call you evokes even more emotions in your eyes, which you fight to suppress. He approaches you, cupping your face with his hands and wiping away tears with his thumbs. "Tell me what's wrong."

He did the same thing the day you both ended your relationship.

His glassy blue gaze shivers and seek the answers in yours. Finally, you muster the courage to say what you need to say, albeit with a hiccup and a crack in your voice. "Are we— we're not over, right?"

As he recalls the words he said a year ago, his face begins to drop. You shook your head, struggling with your streaming tears, "not that's, right? We not-"

Stehepn cuts you off by enfolding you in safe warmth while stroking your wet hair and murmuring in the soothing, comforting voice you'd craved far too extensively. "Never." He exhales slightly while strengthening his hold on you. "Y/N, between us; it was never over."

The rain keeps falling behind you, and you shudder from the coolness. All you do are nod like a crazier onto his shoulder and whispered a chant of you're sorry.

The door is still half open, sensing the cozy air blow against your heart since you're both clinging to each other on the floor of the doorstep.

When the stormy wind carries his hum around you, you feel his Cloak reach out and encircle you and Stephen.

The word sorry repeats between the two of you, punctuated by soft kisses on the top of your head and his promise to never let you go again, telling you that the moment in front of you right now was real, and you truly reclaim the love of your life back.

Like enchantment, you both became engrossed and lost in this dearest moment. Your lips brush against his jaw as you join him, echoing the treasured whispers of desire and craving that were absent for a while.

Throughout over the cloudburst, street lamps, the moonlight, or the stars, there is one thing you could hear for now.

"Never. We never over, I promise."

[ghostsmybeloved]

Love Like Ghosts

Papa Emeritus lll (Terzo) x Reader

Summary: You had no idea what wrongs you had committed against the youngest Emeritus brother, but he held grudges.

Warning: talks of murder, mentions of being left at the altar, and a dash of angst.

Words: 1.2k

You don't remember much from your past. You remember in formal wear, what you were still wearing as you rotted away, as you stood in the doorway before a room full of people. You don't know what exactly was happening, but you remember someone grabbing you and dragging you off. You then remember an older lady with blond hair standing above you, her hand on your shoulder as you saw the color red.

Even as each night, you are raised as a corpse, slowly rotting, you cannot remember much. Thankfully, you weren't alone in your nightlife. Many other corpses, all at different stages of rotting, join you and you've grown attached to each other.

The only ones who knew anything about the past were the three who were called Papas. Their names were Primo, Secondo and Terzo. The power of their bloodline, the bloodline of Emeritus, gave them the ability to remember everything about their pasta. Though, Terzo doesn't speak to you, only glares.

Tonight was another night as you limped through the Abbey, humming a familiar tune that you couldn't quite remember the lyrics to. The only person in the hallway with you was Terzo, who was ahead of you. Seeing him, you rushed up to him with a smile on your face.

"Hello Terzo!" You greeted, as he started to walk a bit faster, making you go faster as well, "Beautiful night we're having. Where are your brothers?"

Terzo growled, ignoring you as he turned the corner to another hallway. You simply just followed him, wanting to befriend the youngest Papa. The other two Papas talked to you, often talking about how familiar you were, but never pressed the subject.

"Papa? Is something wrong? Have I done something to upset you?" You went to grab his wrist, but before you could, Terzo stopped and held his hand to his chest.

Terzo's mismatched eyes held anger as he glared at you. He often responded with anger as you tried to mend whatever happened, "Leave. Me. Alone!"

Your shoulders slumped as you frowned. You didn't remember what you had done, but he didn't want to talk about it. Terzo always went off about how you couldn't forget something like that before storming off.

You wished you could cry in the moment as you looked down at the floor, fidgeting with your formal attire, "I don't know what you think I've done, but I can't remember. Why must you hold them against me?"

"Because we were supposed to be soulmates! Sister Imperator was the one who told me you left!" Terzo screamed, as you gasped, stepping back. Tears started to fall from the Papa, "Why did you leave me?"

"I didn't-!"

Sister Imperator. How did you know that name? She was the one who took you away from the room full of people, she was the one standing over you. She was the one who killed you. You remember her words as she watched you die, claiming you were a distraction for Papa.

Terzo noticed your silence, scoffing as he left. Memories started to crash down upon you, making everything dizzy. You could feel your world crash down upon you, as you stumbled back to your coffin. You didn't realize that you passed Primo on your way to the coffin, making him grab your arm and stop you. His mismatched eyes searched yours, before speaking.

"What have you learned?" Primo asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he saw the sorrow in your eyes.

You answered his question with another question, "Can you tell me everything about Terzo and I's relationship? Please?"

Primo guided you to a spot where many of you corpses would meet up at the start of the night, letting you sit as Secondo grabbed something from further into the Ministry. Primo sat down across from you with a frown on his face.

"My youngest brother and you were close, growing up in the Abbey together while Secondo and I took over our father's position. It was only natural that you two grew to love each other," Primo explained, as you saw it in your mind, clearing up your memories.

You remember seeing Terzo in a large amount of your memories, smiling sadly as you recalled them. You stopped at the memory before you were taken, you could see Terzo at the altar, rocking back and forth. He always used to do that when he was nervous. Sister Imperator quickly stepped into your memory, dragging you away as you dropped your flowers.

"What do you see, cara? Tell us." Secondo's voice cut through your memories as you stared at the middle Emeritus brother.

"Sister Imperator, she killed me, right before I met Terzo at the altar. I remember crying out for him, but no one heard. She told me I was a distraction for him, he needed to be Papa," you said, your voice barely audible as you tried to keep yourself from crying, "I remember everything. Oh Satan, he thinks I left him."

"Did you?"

Your head snapped back, seeing your lover. You never noticed until now, not that you were looking, that even undead he had bags under his eyes. His hair still looked similar to when you last saw him in your memory, gray here and there. His eyes, his adorable mismatched eyes, held a tale of sorrow and heartbreak.

You were quick to stand up, facing him. You didn't dare step forward, though you wish you could. You wanted to hold him, to feel his skin again. His left hand was a skeleton as his face slowly rotted away. You were sure you looked worse.

"I didn't. Sister Imperator…" You were at a loss for words, trying to explain it to your lover, "Was I a distraction from your Papal duties?"

"Who would dare tell you that? I loved you." Terzo stops himself, stepping forward, cupping your face, "I love you."

You couldn't stop the tears as you melted into the Papa's arms, "I'm sorry. I was right there, I was going to walk down, but Sister grabbed me."

"That's why you're still in your wedding outfit. Amore mio, I should be the one apologizing, I avoided you because I thought you left me at the altar."

"I wouldn't dare. I love you."

As soon as you said that, Terzo pulled you in for a deep kiss, making you close your eyes, as you felt heat run through your body and his. You hadn't felt heat since you were alive, feeling his left hand slowly feel like flesh again. You opened your eyes as you pulled away, seeing that his suit was slowly repairing itself along with his skin. There was still a scar that ran around his neck.

"Cara mia! Your skin!" Terzo exclaims, as his two brothers surround the two of you. Secondo was the most intrigued by your transformation.

"You two are living again. The Olde One must've planned this."

Slowly looking down, you saw your outfit repair itself to the glory of when you were alive as your skin returned its color. Looking back at Terzo, you saw his suit was now the one he was going to marry you in.

"Do you still want to marry me?" You asked, your voice only audible to Terzo.

"Se mi avrai."

"If I'll have you? Lord below, Terzo, I should be saying that!"

Terzo pulls you into another kiss, feeling the heat of each other's lips as the rest of the world disappeared. You didn't need to say anything, but Terzo knew everything. You two knew what your honeymoon was going to be and Sister Imperator will be helping.

I saw something about Corpse Bride again and I'm like "What if I took the concept and made it with Terzo?" I hope you all liked the story! <3

[ailithnight]

Tags from @britcision

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Jason is just standing there.

Tim is raging in the background, B is holding him back but a part of Jason knows it's only a matter of time before Tim breaks free and starts trying to make good on those threats and a part of Jason feels actually afraid because he doesn't want to die again so he should do something but he can't move.

He's... processing? Maybe. That's the best way he can figure this flood of emotions and information and random snippets of conversation. (Its Tim. Tim asking if he's okay. Tim venting to him. Tim telling him how much he admired Jason as Robin.)

It's like all the time between that warehouse and now is playing back in his mind and everything that Jason should have been experiencing at the time, the pain and the grief and the fear -

I was dead! I died and was dead and I woke up and dug myself out of my grave and it hurt and it was terrifying and I just wanted my dad-

All the emotions the catatonia and then rage prevented him from feeling were sweeping over him. And yet still Jason was experiencing that time twice over as he became aware of a tiny piece of himself that hadn't been there because it was here experiencing its own version of that time, albeit with far less higher function than the rest of Jason.

So Jason was just standing there with tears building behind his eyes and Tim was screaming about Jason having killed Jason with tears in his face and B was holding the baby bird back waring that look on his face where he was experiencing emotions and didn't know what to do with them.

And there was this other feeling in Jason's chest. Like something thick and viscous pulling itself from his heart through his ribs and muscle and skin. An oozing sensation that wasn't pleasant per se but some instinctual part of Jason knew was a good thing that needed to be felt so he could be better.

As minutes dragged by and Jason just stood there, Tim seemed to, well; not calm down, but seemed to realize something was happening here that he didn't understand, which was enough for him to reign in his murderous intent. B seemed to catch on too. And Jason still just stood there, staring dumbly at them while that pulling got stronger and stronger.

Distantly Jason realized his mind wasn't making it up. No, something actually was pulling itself out of him. Like a fuckin chestburster but without any gore. He wanted to look down to make sure, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Tim Tim Baby Bird Robin Brother. He couldn't look away even as out he felt the thing finally disconnect and come off of him.

He could barely see it out of the corner of his vision. It wasn't anything like Tim's blob that Jason ate for some reason-

Why did I do that and why was it the right thing to do apparently????

Tim's blob had been light in every sense of the word. A vibrant spring green, literally glowing, bobbing in the air like it couldn't stay down. Looking kinda that stuff inside a lava lamp.

This blob was everything wrong where Tim's blob had been everything right. A toxic, sickly, disgusting, familiar green. Almost seeming to suck light and color and vibrancy in. It didn't bob so much as it seemed to have to drag itself up through the air. Eyes blood red, form hazy and dripping.

And it was angry. Glaring at Tim like Tim was everything wrong in the world; like Jason had been doing, feeling, not 10 minutes ago. Jason didn't feel like that any more. But the blob clearly did. It was stalking towards Tim. A deep, unearthly growl emanating from it. Murderous intent in its own blobby eyes.

And then it lunged.

And something new and terrifying and familiar and comforting. Something that was Jason and Robin and lost now returned. It would not let that stand.

The blob barely had 2 seconds of frenzied growling attack before an inhuman growl that Jason would freak out about later erupted from somewhere in his chest. Acting on pure instinct from somewhere Jason can't identify yet, he lunged. Somehow ripped the Lazurus blob off Tim (where B's and Tim's own hands seemed to simply faze through the thing) so fast and so forcefully it seemed to disintegrate in his hands.

Then those hands where moving fretful around Tim, checking for any serious injury, while yet another new instinct dragged yet another new inhuman sound from Jason's chest.

At least for some reason the last of the violent rage in Tim's body seems to drain at the strange series of chirps pouring out of him.

Short DPXDC Prompts #728

A strange green blob keeps following Tim around after the death of the second Robin. He doesn’t know what it wants but it’s real cuddly and fiercely protective.