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TIRED OF RUNNING (CH 2) | Sinclairs x Reader

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SINCLAIR BROTHERS x GN!READER (they/them)

SUMMARY: Before Bo could answer, they were interrupted by a soft groan of pain as your ex lifted his head to try and take in his surroundings. Lester wondered what it looked like to him - the walls covered in wax, the unbearable heat, the churning of the big machine that'd soon encase him in his own wax prison. He hoped the man was terrified. He deserved to be, after all he put you and the boys through.

WARNING: graphic violence, child abuse, suicide

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Vincent slammed the door of the car as he stormed up to the front of the house, ignoring Bo's weak protests as he followed hot on his twin's heels. "Vince, it ain't my fault Mama's sick! What, you want her to jus' waste away and die?!"

The other man spun hard on his heel, managing to glare daggers even behind the wax mask. His hands moved harshly as he signed and ignored the way Bo sighed with annoyance. "You KNOW how important college is to me! Or, more accurately, was. Mama wanted me to be successful, I shouldn't have let you pull me back to this hellhole."

Bo scoffed. "I didn't want ya back either, believe me. But I'm the only one providin' for this fuckin' family and her medical bills're pilin' up, Vince! The money Pa gave ya for school could be used to help her! Y'know, the only woman who ever gave a damn about you-!"

He was cut off harshly as Vincent's fist smashed into his jaw with a hard cracking sound. He grunted as he took a knee to the stomach and collapsed to the pavement. Vincent climbed atop him and wailed on his face in anger, trying to ignore the tears that stung his eyes as he unleashed years and years of pent up anger onto his twin. Besides, even if Mama was cognisant enough to ask him about the bloody nose or black eye, she'd never believe it was Vincent who put them there. Her sweet angel Vinny hitting Bo? Surely not.

Bo had always been the "evil" twin, after all.

By the time his anger ran dry, so had the blood caking Bo's face and Vincent's knuckles. They both panted heavily as Vincent stood on shaking legs, offering a hand to the other to pull him up. Angry or not, they were still brothers. And unlike Bo, he had some amount of compassion for others. Even if he'd just broken their nose.

He got a glare in response but Bo took the hand anyway. "You were always a fuckin' bitch," he grumbled as they both made their way back into the house. "You hit fuckin' hard too, the hell'd you learn to fight like that?"

Vincent made his way to the kitchen to wash off the blood. He pointedly kept his eyes off his twin as he scrubbed his hands, wincing slightly when they began to bleed again with newfound vigor. He searched the drawers for gauze and began to wrap his knuckles, fresh red staining the white wraps quickly. "I learnt from you." He signed once his hands were bandaged.

Bo just glared at him, pulling up a chair to sit in the center of the kitchen. "Gonna be hard to explain to Mama what happened, y'know."

Vincent let out a snort of laughter before setting up shop to bandage his brother's face. "She doesn't even talk anymore," he signed aggressively. "Doubt she'll waste her dying breath to ask who broke your face. Maybe she'll think you're handsome this way." He dropped his hands to grab peroxide and wet a cotton ball with it.

"Guess you'd be an expert in broken faces, huh?" Bo hissed out as Vincent dabbled at his face.

He just clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to smash all of Bo's teeth in as he cleaned up the cuts and blood from the other's face. They were silent after that, the only sounds in the kitchen coming from the leaky faucet and Bo's pained sounds. He didn't feel bad for breaking his face and relished in the fact cleaning him up hurt just as bad if not more.

They'd just finished bandaging his face when they heard their mother start screaming upstairs. Morphine must've run out, Vincent sighed internally. The twins locked in a heated staring match, a silent argument about who was going upstairs. With an exasperated sigh, Vincent finally relented and stomped upstairs to give Bo time to lick his wounds.

Pushing open the door to their mother's room was just as horrible as he remembered. Trudy Sinclair had once been a phenomenal artist, a great creator, and an average mother. Now here she was, reduced to a husk of a person hooked up to tubes and wires that kept her from immediately keeling over. The room smelt like a hospital all compressed down into one, tiny, suffocating room. Vincent was momentarily glad the mask hid his face so he could screw his face up in disgust without his mother seeing. She could only watch with wide eyes as her son's bloody bandaged hands changed her bags to get a fresh dose of morphine coursing through her veins as soon as possible.

He wondered if she'd ask him to put her out of her misery if she could still speak. Damn their father for dying before he could fix her vocal cords. Though maybe it's better she can't speak, he thought as he noticed how her eyes fixed on his hands. Who knows what she'd say if she could.

A large part of him didn't really care.

…

"Vince?" Bo's voice snapped Vincent from his stupor and he glanced over his shoulder, knives in hand. He gave a curt nod and Bo just sighed. The three met back up in the kitchen after arming themselves, listening to your ex wail on the door and heard his friends trying to sneak around to the back of the house. "Alright, I'll take the front, Vinny'll sneak 'round the side through the House of Wax. Lester, you got the back. We kill each and every one'a those fuckin' bastards but leave him alive. I got somethin' special in mind."

Lester cheered in excitement, checking the shotgun was loaded before tilting his hat. "See ya when the smoke clears."

"Don't have too much fun," Vincent signed with one hand as he retreated down into the basement to kill the lights. The dark would give Lester good cover and let Bo get the chance to surprise the ones at the door. He slid the knives into their holsters at his sides and fiddled with the breakers, shutting down everything in the town.

Time to go hunting. He hurried down the tunnel towards the House of Wax.

...

Their mothers funeral had been beautiful. Her open casket funeral had the whole town of Ambrose visiting, lamenting the loss of their talented artist. Vincent spent the day squeezing Lester's hand while he cried, fresh out of high school and still their baby brother. Bo greeted people and was a sociable host. Vincent had only been back in town for two months before their mother passed and a part of him was relieved to be here for Lester. Neither he or Bo were bad brothers to Lester but he knew Bo wouldn't be there for their little brother's emotional needs. Losing both their father and now mother over the span of three years hit them all pretty hard.

Bo played the role of the sociable host, greeting people and accepting sympathetic words with a hollow, tired smile. He'd occasionally shoot glances at his brothers who stood off to the side against the wall and silently admired Vincent's ability to pretend to grieve. He knew Lester's sorrows were real but he and Vince had long since made peace with their mother's death long before she even died.

He also knew Vincent still resented him for dragging him home.

When the guests began to clear out, the twins took a moment to stand over their mother's casket. Bo still looked nice in his fitted suit. So did Vincent, although he'd discarded the jacket ages ago. For a while, neither of them said anything. They didn't have to. Call it twin intuition or whatever, they were able to have a silent conversation in a language only they knew. Quietly, Vincent slouched over to bump their shoulders together in a gentle display of affection before quickly righting himself, like he was worried they'd get in trouble if they were caught getting along.

"Yknow, Mama said she wanted to make a whole damn museum outta this town," Bo broke the silence with a wistful sigh. "Said Ambrose was becomin' a dead town and she wanted to make a Town 'a Wax. Then she got sick, because of course she did."

"Your point?" Vincent signed.

Bo turned to look at him properly. "Let's give her what she wanted, yeah? Least we can do for her. She taught you all her tricks 'n you'll be able to do art again." He grinned at Vincent like he'd come up with something great. "Think about it, Vinny. The Town of Wax, just like Mama wanted! We could finally make her proud."

Vincent shook his head quickly, fidgeting nervously with the ends of his hair. It was beginning to grow out more. He liked it long, despite their Pa insisting he keep it short. "She never taught me how to make full statues like she could. I'd need a base of some sort to make people. Otherwise it'll just be too much wasted wax, since they'd have to be filled figures. I just can't do hollow structures." His hands moved slowly so Bo could keep up. While, yes, their mother did hope for Vincent to take over for her one day, their lessons had been cut short when she got sick. Besides, Vincent had always preferred painting over sculpting.

But Bo had a point. Fulfilling her wishes would be nice.

"Shit, yeah," Bo said as he crossed his arms in thought. And then an idea came to him. Dark, twisted, and certainly coming from years of resentment towards the woman who lay dead before them. "You jus' need somethin' human-like, yeah?"

Vincent nodded once.

"I bet we got ourselves a perfectly good base sittin' right here."

Lester slipped out the back, shushing Jonesy to be quiet. Her growls were loud in the dark, silent space as he listened to the sounds of footsteps. He prided himself on being a damn good hunter so he guessed, based on the amount of steps, there were about four people sneaking around either side in hopes of scaling the fence. Excellent.

The fences were old wood that were certainly in need of replacement at this point. The only reason Jonesy didn't get out every day was because she simply wasn't aware of their weakness. Lester was momentarily grateful for the bushes that surrounded the fences because it let him know that the two on the left were hopping over.

He stood up from behind the wrought iron backyard table and fired.

...

The day their dad disappeared had been a lot of frantic energy and screaming. Lester had only been sixteen at the time and Bo and Vince had just turned twenty-one. Mama's condition was getting worse and worse every day, her pain so terrible she couldn't even move from bed anymore. Her vocal cords had been shredded from her screaming and their Pa kept dodging the boy's attempts to get him to fix it. Some doctor he was.

But Lester didn't mind it so much anymore. Going upstairs to visit Mama in bed had just become part of the routine now. Bo had gotten a job at the autoshop while Vincent was off in college. It was summer break so he'd come back home to help with household stuff that their father insisted was a woman's job. He never bothered to help. All he did was drink and disappear into his office to do nothing.

He wasn't stupid. Vincent and Bo weren't exactly quiet when they argued with their father about medical bills when they thought Lester couldn't hear them. He'd gotten a part time job cleaning roadkill to help pitch in but he knew it wasn't enough.

Their dad was already missing when they'd all woken up. They got the whole town to search the nearby forests, Bo took his truck around the back roads, and Lester searched with Vincent on foot. About an hour in, Bo showed back up at the house, ordering his brothers to get in the car. They'd just pulled out of the driveway when Vincent began questioning him with a flurry of hand movements. "Where is he? What did you find?"

"Vince, I can't look at you and drive."

"He asked where is he an' what ya found." Lester chimed in from the backseat, leaning forward to hover anxiously over the center console. He wanted a better view than the backseat windows.

Bo didn't answer and Lester felt his stomach sink.

Only a few miles from Ambrose, Lester spotted their fathers truck parked in a ditch and let out a quiet gasp. "Is that-?"

"Stay in the car, Les." Bo grunted as he and Vince got out of the truck.

"Fuck that!" He shot back, clambering out before Bo could lock the doors. "He's my dad too!"

Bo shared a look with Vincent and gave a resigned sigh. "Fine, whatever, keep up," he motioned for his brothers to follow. He led the way into the treeline, not even wincing when the stray twigs and branches sliced at his arms and legs..

After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke into the large, open field just past all the brush, Lester nearly took off running. Luckily, Vincent sensed that and grabbed him around the middle before he could get far.

Their father stood in the center of the field, one of his ornate pistols clenched tight in his fist and his head tilted up to stare at the sky. No one had thought to check the little glass case back home.

Everything happened in a rapid blur of chaos and terror from that point. Lester remembered Bo and their Pa getting into yet another screaming match while Vincent did his best to keep Lester from getting near the two. He'd clutched him to his chest and kept his back to Bo and their Pa, forcing Lester's face into the front of his sweater with a stern hold. He remembered protesting, wanting to go see their Pa and ask if he was okay. Vincent shook his head and held his head tighter.

Vincent's voice cracked and wheezed from disuse. "Don't look." He choked out with a cough.

The words sent a chill up Lester's spine and he clutched onto his older brother with as he tried to argue.

A deafening gunshot rang out in the open field and Lester shrieked in horror, fighting harder against Vincent's hold to try and see what happened. The heavy thud of a body ripped a sob from him and his brother's gentle shushing was doing nothing to soothe him. His ears were ringing and Bo was screaming but he didn't sound like he was hurt.

When he finally tore away from Vincent, his heart dropped to his stomach.

Their father lay in the grass, the green stained with bright red blood and brain matter. Bo was running a hand through his hair, tears streaming down his cheeks and blood splattering his face. How close had he been? Lester ran to him, narrowly dodging Vincent's attempts to hold him back.

Bo caught him this time, dragging him off and screaming at Lester to get back.

…

The intruder's screaming was quickly silenced as Jonesy began to tear at their necks. Lester whistled her to step back, not wanting to ruin Vincent's models too much. The other man always got so pissy whenever he had to play makeshift doctor to get them to a presentable state. A shot through the head was usually easy for him but all their running and screaming had him distracted. He cocked the gun with a heavy clunk and aimed at the other two on the right who were trying to run.

The gun fired again.

…

Lester stood in front of his father's grave clutching the antler of a deer. Blinking back tears, he let out a shaky breath. "Hey Pa," his voice a wet whisper when he finally managed to choke out words. "I, uh, talked with Bo 'n Vinny today. They, um, told me 'bout what life was like growin' up with you. How you used to stap Bo to a chair to get him to eat." He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. "I used to look up to ya, y'know? Vincent always had Mama an' I know ya didn't like Bo much, so I," he swallowed back a whimper, "I tried to be your lil' guy, but…"

Tears began to fall as a sob wracked his body. "Damnit, why'd ya have to do Bo like that?! Thought he got the scars from fightin', not from you hurtin' him! Ain't no wonder he hated ya so much…"

Lester threw the antler at the gravestone, glaring through his tears as it cracked into pieces and fell to the dirt below. The sight only made Lester angrier, wishing he could've thrown something at his father before he became rot beneath wet soil. Maybe that would've taught him regret. Maybe. He didn't want to place bets on a losing horse.

"He wanted to save ya, y'know? Even in the end, he was beggin' ya not to do it." He grimaced at the memory, like the mere idea of saving their father now disgusted him. "Been a year now and I still… I still wish you loved us enough to stay. But we weren't good enough for ya, huh? Ain't never been, yeah?"

He fell to his knees in front of the grave, grabbing a piece of the antler and scratching at the stone, relishing in the way some pieces of the letters chipped off. Served him right. He didn't deserve to be remembered.

Pa said nothing in response and paid Lester no mind. Just like always.

…

Catching and killing the others had been painfully easy. In a matter of minutes, the three brothers had the bodies piled like wood in the basement, bullet holes in their heads steadily bleeding out. Whatever, Bo brushed it off, Vince'll clean it up later if it bothers him so much.

But one man stood apart from the rest. Very alive and tied to the chair with only a minor bump to the head. Just like he'd wanted.

"We got a lotta new faces for the museum," Lester called to Bo with a wide grin on his face. "'m still a damn good shot too."

"What will we do with him?" Vincent signed, ignoring Lester and gesturing to your ex.

Bo gave his brothers a dark smile. "Well, obviously, we can't keep 'im alive. But killin' 'im quickly is too kind."

Lester leant against the nearby work table like a child listening to something fascinating, his face resting on his hands that were propped up on his elbows. "Whaddya thinki' then?"

Before Bo could answer, they were interrupted by a soft groan of pain as your ex lifted his head to try and take in his surroundings. Lester wondered what it looked like to him - the walls covered in wax, the unbearable heat, the churning of the big machine that'd soon encase him in his own wax prison. He hoped the man was terrified. He deserved to be, after all he put you and the boys through.

"Where am I?" Your ex slurred out, trying to lift his head.

"Yer own personal hell." Bo said with an unkind smile. "Punishment for yer sins, I'd reckon."

"W-wha?" He mumbled, trying to think. The head injury was clearly making it difficult though.

Vincent grabbed his hair to tilt his head up for a better look. "Don't remember?" Bo spoke up again. "Pretty thing with two lil' tykes? Ain't ringin' a bell?"

His eyes widened and he swallowed. "You know 'em?" He stammered, glancing around the room. "They put you up to this? Listen, you don't know the whole story, they-"

"They're upstairs sleepin' without a care in the world. We're gonna make sure they get good dreams goin' forward, once you're dead." Lester loudly interrupted. "Vinny, feel like strappin' this guy up?"

Vincent pulled a knife out from his sheath and began to trace the underside of your ex's jaw with the point, like he was daydreaming about stabbing the knife through his tongue and up into his brain.

"Easy, Vinny," Bo said as though soothing an animal. "All in due time. Still got stuff to do, remember?"

"Stuff to- Stuff to do?" You ex stammered as fear finally made itself clear in his hazy mind.

Lester tilted his head with a sigh, sliding out of his seat to stand. "Y'know, he ain't very bright."

Bo shrugged. "Ain't our place to judge our guest's type. 'sides, ain't exactly like we're catches."

"Says you, 'm pretty as hell." Lester laughed, only increasing in volume when Bo smacked the hat off his head.

Vincent watched them with an exasperated eye roll before turning back to his new victim.

"Now, under normal circumstances, we'd let Vinny here do his thing," Bo said slowly as he began to search Vincent's assortment of tools, "But this here's a special occasion. We ain't take kindly to child abusers 'round here. So we're gonna give ya what's coming for ya 'fore you burn in hell."

Their prisoner began to fight against his bonds, shaking his head. "No, no, you don't get it, they tried to baby trap me! I never wanted kids, they forced me to-!"

Vincent didn't hold back the backhand he gave him, hissing under his breath at the stinging left behind.

"I'm gonna pretend I ain't just hear you lying to me," Bo said. The calm evenness of his voice never failed to unsettle his personal victims and he could tell your ex was squirming as his cheek began to blossom into a bruise. "If you're goin' to hell, you better go an honest man, yeah?"

Bo turned around, brandishing a pair of pliers and a wild, terrifying smile.

"Let's begin."

You jolted awake with a sharp gasp, covered in a thin layer of sweat that left you feeling sticky. Nightmares have become commonplace to you at this point. Your ex haunted your dreams, stealing away your boys or, god forbid, hurting them again… It never fails to leave you shaking and gasping for breath every time. Tonight, though, you'd dreamt of your ex and his friends showing up and your hosts throwing you out to the wolves, believing the sly, honey-sweet words of your abuser over your pleas.

The mere idea of that left you feeling sick and scared.

Despite that, a yawn escaped you as you shook your head as though to shake off the lingering fear of the nightmare. You gave a glance at the window and frowned at how dark it still was outside. The digital clock on your bedside revealed it was barely past 3am. God, it felt so much later than that.

You turned to look over at your boys, fast asleep in the little blanket and pillow cocoon you'd made them to sleep in so they could be on the bed. The blue night light cast dark shadows on their face and you stared at them until your eyes burned from lack of blinking. They were so soft and fragile, your heart divided in two just for these two boys. You'd burn the world down to keep them safe.

You pressed soft kisses to both their foreheads and slid carefully out of bed. The room was exactly as you left it, dark and only illuminated by a little star night light that must've once been Lester's. It was cute, you smiled to yourself. The blue walls were covered in posters for bands you didn't recognize and a few well-known horror films. He also had a small, ornate frame of pinned butterflies over the door. It suited him, the longer you thought about it.

Quietly, you opened the door and crept out into the hallway. The twins' bedroom doors were closed and you sighed internally that they were asleep. That meant you likely hadn't cried out when you awoke.

The stairs creaked and groaned as you slunk downstairs, wincing at every noise you made. In such a quiet space, the sounds were deafening.

"Y'alright?" A tired, low voice spoke up.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Lester talk. You'd forgotten he was set up downstairs and all the noise must've woken him up. You couldn't see him in the dark but you shot a smile in the direction of the couch anyways. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nah," Lester sighed as though stretching, "Can't sleep, 'sall." And, with a soft click, he turned on the nearby lamp. Warm yellow light bathed the downstairs, dark shadows reminiscent of the ones on your boy's faces, you thought to yourself as you looked at Lester.

"I could make us tea." You hugged yourself to try and fight off that usual nighttime chill. "Might help us both sleep."

Lester gave you a nod and smiled shyly. "Yeah, yeah, sounds great Sweetpea."

When you disappeared into the kitchen, he let out the breath he'd been holding. Quietly, he grabbed his sheathed knife that he'd left on the table and hid it under the couch as he stood up to follow you. The kitchen was still dim, even with the light of the lamp stretching out into the quiet space.

"What's got you awake?" He whispered while creeping up behind you. "Kids causin' a fuss?"

You let out a sigh while rooting around for a couple of mugs. "No, no, just… Nightmares."

Lester frowned even though you couldn't see it. "What kind?"

"Bad ones," you said while pouring some water into the two mugs and glancing around for the microwave. "Ones where he comes and hurts me or the kids. Or ones where people throw me back to him despite my pleas not to."

"I'd kick his ass for ya, y'know that right?" Lester said, his voice much closer now.

You finally looked over your shoulder and you couldn't help the butterflies his words gave you. "Yeah," your voice was quiet and you loved the way he seemed to soften. "Yeah, I know you would."

"'m serious. My brothers would too. We ain't gonna let him getcha here, promise." He seemed insistent, which raised a concern for you. You got the feeling something had happened that you weren't aware of yet.

But anxiety suffocated you. "Did, um," you swallowed anxiously as you turned back around to drum your fingers anxiously on the edge of the kitchen sink, "Did he… come by?"

A beat of silence. It felt like it went on for hours when it was only a short minute, yet you felt suffocated all the same. "No." Lester said slowly, as though trying to choose his words carefully. "No, he ain't been here."

You didn't believe him.

Then you were presented with a choice. Play it cool or freak out. Neither of which were great options but you liked your odds better if you just played nice and pretended to believe him. All you had to do was play along until the fan belt Bo ordered for you arrived and then you could leave.

If your ex wasn't here in the house then that meant he was somewhere nearby. But, based on Lester's tone, he knew where he was and wasn't telling you. That didn't sit well in your stomach but you swallowed it down and nodded. "Okay. Good."

So the two of you sat against the counters drinking tea in the dark. He happily made small talk while you nodded and listened to the trials and tributes that came with being a roadkill cleaner.

He'd been in the middle of telling you a story about a fawn with a broken leg when the basement door swung open with a heavy thud. You nearly jumped out of your skin as you shrieked, staring at the shape moving in the beacon that was the yellow basement lights.

Vincent froze in place, staring at you through the eye holes of his mask. One of his hands was wrapped crudely in a bandage and the other held a pointed carving knife. On instinct, you ducked behind Lester while peering over his shoulder at the other man, watching Vince tilt his head almost comically.

"He says he's sorry for scarin' ya." Lester said with a chuckle. "Y'alright?"

"Sorry," you sighed, bumping your forehead in the space between his shoulder blades. "Just… high strung, I guess."

Lester hummed. "Can't imagine what you've been through. I promise, things'll be easier for ya from now on."

You couldn't help but feel that as an omen of some kind. Though you weren't sure if it was good or bad.

The next time you woke up, it was morning. Sunlight peered through the blinds and hit you in the eyes, making you wince as you yawned. It felt later than you usually slept in and it struck you that no one had woken you up wanting breakfast or attention.

Realizing the boys weren't with you, you shot up from the bed and took off downstairs. All you could focus on was your pounding heart and desperate need to find your boys.

You came to a halt when you heard laughter and voices. When you stepped off the stairs, you went straight for the kitchen and sighed with relief.

Peter and Mikey were playing at the table while Lester was making breakfast in the kitchen. Vincent had Peter in his lap who was coloring with crayons at the kitchen table while Bo sat with Mikey and helped him in lining up his dinosaur toys in front of the couch.

For the past few years since the boys came into your lives, your ex had outright refused on multiple occasions to bond with them. Peter and Mikey had learnt quickly that, when their father was around, they had to be silent and obedient.

So seeing them openly playing and laughing made you feel dizzy. While he was nowhere near, you still worried that your ex was going to round the corner and slap Mikey for getting his toys everywhere or yell at Peter for being too loud.

It felt like a weight had been lifted at the sight of them being happy.

Peter saw you and practically leapt off Vincent's lap and ran over to show you his drawings. "Dinosaurs!" He beamed up at you with pride and you could definitely tell where Vincent had done rough outlines to let him color in. The gesture was sweet and you couldn't help but smile.

"They're very nice!" You cooed as you gave Peter a kiss on the cheek.

"Breakfast'll be ready soon!" Lester called out over the sound of sizzling bacon. "Wash your hands, I ain't lettin' y'all get sick. Lord knows where Bo's been." He teased and grinned over his shoulder at his brothers. He softened when he saw you but quickly resumed cooking.

You let the twins pair off to wash up and joined Lester in the kitchen instead. "Didn't take ya for the cooking type."

Lester gave a little chuckle. "What, ya think 'cuz I clean streets, I can't cook? Mama taught me how, said it'd be good for me to learn so I ain't dependin' on her forever. Said I ain't allowed to get married to some girl 'n rely on her for everythin'."

"She sounds like a great mom." You said wistfully, approaching Lester slowly to watch him work. Eggs, bacon, pancakes beginning to stack up…

"Nah," Bo's voice from behind surprised you. Peter was in his arms, head slumped against Bo's shoulder as he stared ahead at nothing. "She wasn't all that great."

Lester didn't say anything to that.

You decided not to bring it up at breakfast.

"Store's jus' down the corner, can't miss it." Bo said, not even looking up from the television. He and Lester were watching a game when you'd offered to go get groceries as a thanks for them housing you and making you food.

They'd protested but, eventually, Vincent had suggested he go with. You hadn't liked the look they all shared but you didn't have time to dwell on it, too focused on trying to get Peter to stand still long enough to put his shoes on.

When you, Vincent, and the boys ventured outside, you were struck at how empty the town felt.

Even for a small town, you expected to see at least a few people walking around, right?

But everything felt deserted as you followed Vincent down the sidewalk towards the little general store. The boys stayed close, alternating between holding yours and each other's hands as you walked. Things got stranger and stranger the more you walked - street lights didn't work, there was no sound coming from any of the houses, and you swear that a woman across the street has peeked over at you twice in the past few seconds…

"Hey, Vincent?" You asked slowly, coming to a stop a good few feet away. Something was very, very wrong about this place and it was becoming more difficult to ignore. "What's… what's going on?"

He looked over his shoulder at you before tilting his head. You wished you had a way to communicate better but your sign language was rusty at best and his hands moved too quick for you to follow clearly.

You felt multiple pairs of eyes on you and you couldn't help but whip your head around before your eyes caught on the display case beside you. A few figures stood displaying different outfits outside what seemed to be a clothes store. You grimaced, never really being a fan of mannequins, and were about to turn away when you realized one of them looked distinctly like your ex, down to the terrible haircut and all.

Fear clogged your throat and you forced yourself to swallow yet again that day. It was a coincidence, surely, but it still deeply unsettled you. The boys were trying to hurry after Vincent but your grip was a vice around their little hands. "Vincent, I think I want to go ba-"

The figure's eyes darted down to meet yours.

You felt a scream in the back of your throat but all you could let out was a gasp. Stumbling backwards, you scooped up both kids in your arms as you tried to put distance between yourself and the figure. It didn't move - he didn't move - and that only made you feel sicker and sicker. "Vincent!" You shrieked, training your eyes on him where he stood unmoving. "What is this?!"

He stepped towards you, hands held up to placate you, and you felt all sense of fear begin to melt into relief as Vincent got closer. The tears of horror mixed with relief when he hugged you.

Your ex was dead. But you felt like this was just a new type of prison…

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reesespeanutbutterfuck · 1 year ago

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part 5

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part warnings: fem!reader, cursing, mentions of blood, stab wounds & h*rassment (NOT FROM VINNY), jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), second person's pov (you, you're, your), reader is NOT yumi. wb main story SPOILERS, nothing much happening in here wait for future chs

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Suki, your roommate-slash-basketball-teammate, didn't let time pass not knowing what really happened to you. She went hysterical after she found your bloodied clothes soaked in the basin in your shared bathroom. You should have tossed it in the trash bin without washing.

She didn't let you live it down. Curse you for having someone with an inquisitive nature for a friend.

“What happened?!” You carefully took a turn to set foot in the living room, since Suki, after coming to your shared room straight from the airport, decided to go to the bathroom first thing after she entered. You forgot she was coming home.

“Those weren't splatters of dried blood, Suki. It's paint. You must be having jet lag, you should rest.”

“Even someone who's not a medical rookie will know dried blood when they see one.”

You sighed. You tried to fight her suspicious stare off, until you gave up and opened your mouth, “Got stabbed. In a closed alley.”

“What?! Why?! So that's why I can't contact you! Where's your phone?” Of course she would freak out. Anyone with a troublesome friend would.

“Don't tell my mom. I got harassed on my way here. It was self-defense. It happened quickly.”

Her brows furrowed with mixed emotions until she sighed, “How is your wound now? Can I see?” She held your arms lightly in an attempt to turn you to the other way to see your back, but you refused to.

You swatted her hands away. “You don't need to. It's a small one, just a tad bit deep.”

“I don't believe you. Why are you moving around now? Isn't the wound open? You shouldn't even be standing up right now! What if the stitches loosen?!” Suki was losing her mind at how lightly you take the situation for.

“I'm not stupid to walk around places with my back opened like a fucking wallet.”

“Wait, don't tell me you stitched it up by yourself?” her eyes worriedly widened, wondering how it was possible for you to reach your back. “We all have faith in your suturing skills, but we're not doctors! You should have it checked!”

“I–”

“We should go to a hospital—not where your parents work. Some other hospital, anywhere else. I can book a ride, or wait for me to get my car from home and I'll drive us there–”

She picked up her cardigan and keys and was ready to exit the door, uncaring about her own fatigue from her flight. You quickly held her by the shoulders to stop her.

“Hey, hey! It's fine, I'm fine. You're tired from your flight, Suki. You should rest. Besides, someone saw me and already brought me to the hospital.”

“Why did you even come home, you should've stayed in the hospital! Which one?”

“My parents' workplace.” You let go of her shoulders and turned the other way.

She gave you a meaningful look. “Must be someone with a death wish. Who was it?”

You side-eyed her and squinted your eyes.

“What?”

“You don't even agree to be brought to that hospital by me, or anyone. And you probably would have refused help if it meant you being brought there injured. So who was this person who had all the guts to bring you there?”

"Well, I met someone–”

“Someone?” her eyes twinkled in eagerness, as if you mentioning this someone stimulated something in her. And you knew that look too well. This girl. “'Met someone' as in...?”

“Suki.” you gave her a warning look. “He's just… someone. Somewhat interesting at first sight, but no more than that.”

You thought that would stop her, but how wrong you were. Her smile grew even bigger. “So it's a ‘he’? And here I always thought you weren't into men. Are you seeing someone without telling me?”

You rolled your eyes. “No.”

“Do tell me more.”

“Remember that red-haired grouch I stitched temporarily after duty that I told you about?”

You then told her about everything. Why, where, and how.

“My, what a coincidence! Hadn't I known you well, I would've said you were being brought together by destiny.”

“Get your head off your damn romance novels. It's the only way to push Jay to pursue what he’s really passionate about. If I don't push the grouch, I can't push Jay too. He'll be stuck in a loop of finding his purpose and quite possibly even suffer from an existential crisis forever.”

“You have a point.” Her eyes flicked to the side as she nodded her head in agreement. “So about the guy who brought you to the hospital, what is this grouch to you? You like him?”

“I already told you, No. He's insufferable, and his hair's like a tomato.” You recalled what he looked like. Yeah. Red hair and an attitude. A tomato.

“Tomato, huh? Odd, but okay.” She made a face and tried her best to contain a laugh. “What's his name? Do you have a picture of him?”

You turned to your bedroom, being extra careful while walking to not rip the stitches. The anesthesia was wearing off and you were starting to feel the pain off of your lower back. “I'll tell you some other time. I’m tired.”

Suki quickly noticed how you struggled to walk so she rushed beside you in an instant and held you. “I'll see him at some point. Not now, but I'll surely, finally see your newest obsession.”

You sighed. “Obsession, ha.”

“Stop being indenial. I know how obsessed you get with people.” You rolled your eyes for the nth time. You were not thinking of him that way. Never, even. He's just someone who needs the crew, and is needed by the crew.

Right?

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The weekends passed, you isolated yourself inside your apartment. With Suki only unloading her things inside your shared apartment before coming home to her family home here in Korea, you pretty much spent the rest of the weekend only by yourself.

Not to mention how the stitches fucking hurt when the anesthesia's effect subsided. You skipped classes for weeks while faking a flu—having Suki cover up for you, to give your discreet wound time to heal before you resumed class. Suki helped you clean it up since you legally cannot reach your back. Thankfully the stab wasn't that big enough to give you difficulties while cleaning, that's why you didn't need to go back to the hospital anymore.

Which leads you, one time when Suki was attending to your fresh stitches, you wondered how Vinny endured the pain while his wound was healing. Since his, it was actually more deep than yours and bigger from the outside. It must've pained him like shit. You wonder if it left a visible scar.

Oh, speaking of him, You asked Jay about the arrangement of the crew, and you found out… that surprisingly Vinny showed up to their first gathering and first practice as a team. As Hummingbird crew.

You felt blank. You didn't know what to feel. You didn't expect him to agree but at the same time you were hoping for him to join. You hugged your phone to your chest while staring at Jay's message the night you found out. He made his choice and decided to show himself.

Good for him. His bespectacled friend's efforts weren't put to waste.

The following Monday morning, your plate was immediately bombarded with council work when you went to the meeting room early to catch up. As the Vice President, there really isn't a single minute to spare. Especially when the new president—Jay's replacement only knows how to parade his title but fails horribly to fulfill his duties. The duties Jay used to manage efficiently during his reign.

The early stress made you yawn while marching through the hallway to make your way through the Principal's office to deliver paperworks for him to sign. When you arrived in front of the office, you were shocked to find a rare sight. Students were making a commotion outside the Principal's office.

What the hell is going on?

You pushed yourself forward past the students and knocked, earning a muffled "Come in!" from the Principal himself from inside the room. When you twisted the doorknob to step inside, you were once again welcomed by a sight you weren't expecting to see.

Would you look at that, The Hummingbird crew members all stood affront the Principal and Mr. Nam. You wondered why they're here? Jay hasn't told you anything.

“Sister-in-law! Perfect timing!” Shelly's face lightened up at the sight of your bored face.

Now everyone's attention and eyes were all on you. Your eyes accidentally looked for Vinny the first thing. And there he was, breaking his usual poker-face gaping his mouth and slightly widening his eyes at the surprise of seeing you.

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screaming in pain and pleasure cz why does vinny have to join snek crew but at the same time i kinda want to see him and joker team up ffff

#vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #jay jo x reader #jay jo #windbreaker #imperfectionist

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vintagebuckybarnes · 26 days ago

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Vinny's WIPs 💜

I want to thank the lovely @elixirfromthestars and @buck-star for tagging me in this wonderful challenge, so I will share a few of my options with you all! These stories will eventually be posted in the new year, so be on the lookout for them if you want to know more.

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#thank you for the tags! 💜#vinny answers tags #tag game #wip game

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lisenberry · 9 months ago

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Let me loosen up your collar

Ch.3 - Paperwork

Price/Reader

E/8.5k

14.5k Complete!

NSFW/MDNI

He didn’t stop when you came around his fingers like a vice and in silky waves against his tongue. When you scratched your nails across his shoulders so hard you thought you felt the fabric tear beneath them.

He barely even slowed down as your legs shuttered and you pulled air into your lungs in soggy, hiccupping gulps. He still wanted more. To reach his target and find out what lay beyond. Resting not upon his initial success, but to conquer and devastate.

To leave no uncertainty behind as to who had won.

And you wondered how much further he could’ve taken you had there not been a knock at the door. An urgent pounding to bring you both back down to solid ground.

“Apologies for the interruption, sir, but Gaz is going to kill the cunt downstairs.” Simon stood in the doorway, with Colin nervously perched behind him. You could barely see the top of his head over the giant’s shoulders.

If you’d been in your right mind, you’d be horrified by the gross lack of security. What if these guys posed a real threat to your safety? Vinnie couldn’t be bothered to lift a finger, and Colin looked ready to piss himself.

“Which one?” The man between your legs stood gracefully, both disentangling himself from you and subtly positioning you behind him. A businesslike edge to his gravelly voice.

Caught blindsided for the second time in the evening, you guiltily scrambled to cover up. Modesty, at this point, was a meaningless endeavor, but it felt necessary all the same. You didn’t want the others to see you like this.

Open and ravaged. Vulnerable without the armor of your costume, and your attitude.

“Johnny’s trying to calm him down.”

“Bloody hell. You left him with MacTavish? Those two moppets...”

Price and Simon were already out the door before you could stop your knees from shaking like a newborn colt long enough to follow him. You almost fell off your heels with your first step, and it earned you a disappointed look from Colin.

“Not a word from you, kid.” You’d have a talk with him later.

If you weren’t fired first.

Read the rest on AO3!

#price x reader #captain price #john price #call of duty #captain john price

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coredrill · 2 years ago

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EVERY PROMARE SCENE

75/? ▸ Burning Rescue Worries About Galo

#promare #promareedit #プロメア #aina ardebit #lucia fex #AINA MY BELOVED 💜#a: promare #promare: film #ch: aina ardebit #ch: lucia fex #ch: remi puguna #ch: varys truss #ch: vinny #t.edit

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criolla-star · 1 month ago

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Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)Part 67

(I suggest you check out parts 1-66 if you haven’t already, also my ao3 and wattpad for the chapters more organised)

(With Garmadon, this is after Deity and Vinny spoke)

Garmadon couldn’t get Vinny out of his mind, his concern just etched itself into his mind. He laid on his bed thoughts plaguing his mind as this whole situation grew more bizarre by the day.

Maybe he just needed some fresh air…and that’s what he did. He got up from the bed and left the room, closing the door behind him. The halls were fairly quiet, other than the few occasional chatters of the servants, discussing their guests.

The oni walked down the long hallways, strangely he didn’t receive any weird looks. Back in Ninjago people would stare at Garmadon with fear and disgust…here though, they seemed used to it…it did made sense, Deity, Shancai and Willow had unique appearances not that they were bad.

As he strolled down, he was trying to find his way back to that garden from before, but it was difficult the halls led in all sorts of directions, not that he minded it was nice exploring more of the palace.

He paused as he saw Deity walking by herself down the halls, “Should I approach her…?” He thought to himself, but before he could decide on anything she noticed him and gave him a soft smile before walking over. It was weird…seeing someone taller than him…

“Hello dear, are you looking for something?” Deity spoke softly, Garmadon shook his head, “Ah, so just wandering?” She added, receiving a nod from the oni.

“Just needed some air…I was trying to find the garden” Garmadon spoke.

“Walk with me” She spoke as she began walking, the oni nodded and followed after her, he didn’t know if he should trust her, but she seemed kind so far.

“How are you and your friends faring here?” She asked.

“Well from who I’ve seen” Garmadon spoke, “Mostly surprised by this place” he added, causing Deity to chuckle.

“The kingdom is a bit exotic” She answered, receiving a nod from the oni, “Say, I have a bit of a question…my daughter brought it up before and I was just curious” she added.

“Go ahead” Garmadon replied, he was curious as to what was brought up.

“You and…Vinny, are you close?” She asked.

“I…I thought so…but now…I don’t really know…” He confessed, his voice becoming quieter as he looked at the ground.

“Oh…did you two have something going on?” She questioned, there was hesitation in her voice clearly not wanting to overstep boundaries.

“Yea…” Garmadon sighed, he didn’t know why, but he trusted Deity…everything about her was comforting, “We’re dating…” he reluctantly added.

“Willow was right” She chuckled, receiving a confused look from the oni, “She told me that she thought there was something going on between you two, guess she was right” she added, clarifying it more.

“Is it obvious?” Garmadon questioned.

“A little…but she’s good a spotting things out like that…I spoke to Vinny not long ago” She replied.

“Is he alright…? His arm?” The oni questioned, concern etched on his face.

“His arm’s broken, but I put it in a cast and now he’s sleeping…we spoke for a while” Deity replied, Garmadon let out a shaky sigh of relief, at least Vinnys’ arm was cared for and he was resting.

“Did he eat?” The oni questioned.

“Yes, gave him food while I checked his arm” She answered, this really comforted Garmadon, knowing Vinny was being taken care of.

“Thank you…for taking care of him…he hasn’t been well lately…” Garmadon spoke as they continued walking.

“It’s no problem dear, I noticed he wasn’t well…I’ll make sure to take care of him for you and Willow and Shancai are making sure he’s well as well” Deity answered.

“Is…there any reason for how he’s acting?” Garmadon questioned, he desperately wanted to know what was happening to Vinny.

“I am unsure at the moment…” she lied, “But I’ll tell you if I find out” She added, this was also a lie. She would only tell if Vinny let her.

“Am I…doing something wrong…? At first I didn’t think much of his attitude change…but then he had a stab wound on his hand…he was physically and mentally drained…” Garmadon began speaking as they exited the palace and into the garden.

Deity’s expression softened, “I understand your concern…I’ve seen my fair share of lies in my kids…though I also understand the pain of love…scared of everything that could happen to them…” she spoke softly, “And I’ll speak to you not from my mother side…but the part of me that was the wife to someone long ago…” She added.

“I…” Was all Garmadon could say, no one’s really opened up to him before other than Vinny.

“Seeing someone you love suffer silently is terrible…the best you could do is make sure they don’t die…” Deity spoke softly as she stared out from the staircase onto the garden and saw Willow there laying in the grass.

“Your husband…you lost him?” Garmadon asked hesitantly.

“I…I don’t even know, he just disappeared he’d show up with bruises and one day I went in our room…it was a mess…the window was open and everything had been thrown around…that was 7 months after our kids were born…” she sighed.

“I’m sorry for that…” Garmadon spoke.

“You and Vinny are alike in many ways…” Deity chuckled, Garmadon stared at her curiously, “One day you’ll understand…if you wish to talk you know where to find me” she added before walking back inside the palace leaving Garmadon outside.

The oni stared out into the sky, the Sun retreating beneath it’s covers while the moon slowly awakened, he turned his attention to Willow who was still laying in the grass, looking quite peaceful.

He looked back up at the sky and sighed the wind hitting against his face was comforting…make sure they don’t die…those words rung through Garmadons’ ears, it was smart…Vinny clearly wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon.

The oni rested his head against the railing, hunching his back as he stroked a hand through his hair and groaned, why does everything just get worse…? What was he meant to do? They have a new villain and potential allies here and whatever seemed to be happening was dangerous.

Everyone seemed concerned about Vinny and could you blame them? His mental and physical health declined in the span of like a week, “this idiot…I love him…” Garmadon thought to himself.

#fanfiction #ninjago #survivalshipping #garmadon #vinnyxgarmadon #ocs #gay #vinnyofngtvnews #Deity oc #Willow oc

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cookies-and-mirrors · 6 months ago

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Twelve

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword & @cafekitsune

Authors Note: Smut warning if you pass the tape! Enjoy!

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Twelve

Christopher allowed Vinny to lead him up the staircase towards the residence that she lived in along with Ricky, despite the fact that he was well aware of where it was. More than aware, in fact, considering he likely knew more about this Church than even the workers that had half torn it apart to renovate it. This building held secrets beyond centuries old that might never see the light of day again, and others, possibly, only the Almighty himself knew.

Vinny smiled up at him, “Mind if I take your jacket and hang it up so you're more comfy?” She offered with a sweet smile, kicking off her heels, shrinking down a few inches. She let down her hair as she approached him.

Reminding himself they were just here for a quiet moment, it was just a jacket, it meant nothing. Then again, Christopher was also distracted by, well, everything around him at the moment. This was Vinny’s home, this was her life, her space, this place was a part of everything she was, and he wanted to know everything about it. The gargoyle desired to learn every little detail of her life, how could he not when he woke up wondering if she was indeed safe and her day had gone well? He knew it went against his duties to be focused on one lone mortal, but Ch- Vinny, was, precious.

So when she offered to take his jacket, he nodded absentminded, “Of course.” Shrugging his shoulders a little allowing her to reach for his jacket to take it from him, that it until she had it half from his arms, and he remembered… His eyes went wide, the weapons he’s hidden into the lining of the jacket in makeshift pockets. Quickly, as smoothly as he could muster, he pulled the jacket from her grasp and back up to his shoulders, praying to the angels above she hadn’t felt anything in the material. Stammering quickly, trying to cover his movement. “Ah, no, no, it is fine, I am, well, comfy, just like this.”

She frowned, it was a bit heavier than she remembered. “Um… if you're sure.” She said softly, gently guiding him towards the sofa to sit with him, forehead pressed to his shoulder with her legs over his.

She had just started to relax when she felt a handle in her ribs and looked down at the shape and back up at him, “is there a reason you have a knife on you…?” She asked softly, not at all accusatory.

Oh, oh he’d nodded quickly at the first question, he was, absolutely, extremely sure. Christopher, was beyond comfortable. In fact, taking off that coat, while he knew he wouldn’t be giving up all the weapons he had on his person tonight, he didn’t feel comfortable relinquishing any, not even one. Not when it meant risking her. Sitting down now however, he sighed, at least, she let it go, and his arms were around her, holding her..

Then the next question came, and he stilled, his eyes glancing across the room, trying to formulate some kind of answer that would make a kind of sense that she might accept. What, what could he tell her?

Sighing, the truth. At least, some of the truth. Looking towards her, his eyes meeting Vinny’s, “To protect you.”

She blinked a few times, “Oh! Like… in case something happened downstairs?” She asked softly, moving closer to lay her head on his shoulder, gazing up at him with that smile on her lips, one of mischief and knowing.

Swallowing, when she looked at him like that, he swore she knew, she knew something he didn’t, and yet, this, this she couldn’t possibly know. “I can’t let anything happened to you down there, of all places Vinny… I could never let anything.. let anything happen to you here if I could help it.” He felt a sting of tears in his eyes he didn’t deserve, but he couldn’t let them fall. Lifting a hand to her cheek to brush the back of his fingers along her skin.. “My lover, I told you she died, but, she died because of me. She was attacked to get to me. They killed her, and our unborn children, to get to me… and I was too late to save them.”

For the first time in two centuries, he admitted to someone, anyone, least of all himself, that those children she had been carrying, had been his.

Vinny moved slowly to sit in his lap and pet his cheeks. “I'm so sorry for your loss…I can only imagine… and I can tell you cherished her so much… she must have been something else.” She whispered softly, kissing his cheeks. She wasn't going to push much more than this. “But… I hope you know she wouldn't want you to be miserable and live in the past. Everything is safe right now. I even locked the door… we would hear if someone tried to get in.”

By the angels, she didn’t know, she didn’t, he wanted to tell her, but he never wanted to scare her. Maybe he should. Maybe, he should tell her the truth, that being anywhere near him was asking for her life to be in danger, asking for her life to have a target on it. Chenza had been killed because of him, his children had been killed because of him. They’d been murdered, in this very building, and no matter of locked doors could change that. Not even angel wards had stopped the werewolves and humans that had broken through and fought past their handler and slaughtered his mate and children. This very building, their home, where they lived… where he still lived, and he spent every day.

Two centuries he’d not been able to stand the thought of changing a thing, because the thought of changing anything would be admitting he couldn’t turn around, and she wouldn’t be there anymore.. And then Ricky just came in and turned his life on it’s head before bringing in this mortal that felt like both a blessing and a curse. She was the purest soul, and was Chenza all over. “Vinny..” The whisper fell from Christopher’s lips as his forehead pressed to hers, his arms wrapped around her, holding her so close to him with how she sat on his lap. “Please help me.”

She smiled sadly before reaching out to him and pet his face softly, soft loving touches… and she moved slowly before lips met his, kissing him properly and slowly, before sitting back. “How can I best help you?”

There was a strangled sound in his throat when her lips met his, it was a different feeling from the way her lips had brushed over his cheeks. Still, when she asked how she couldn’t help him, his eyes, wide, bright gold brown, met those gorgeous brilliant green that reminded him so much of Chenza, and he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. His arms around her, pulling her so close, he brought his lips to hers and kissing her like he couldn’t breathe, as if she were his very soul. Right then, she felt like it.

She wrapped around him pressing close to him as she could, gasping softly against his lips, starving for more as her hands glided over his arms and skin softly, pushing the coat away, feeling him as they kissed.

As the coat slipped from his shoulders, the daggers inside the lining making it heavier, there would be no issue with it staying right there on the couch. Not that Vinny realized that it was not the only garment on Christopher that had additions made to it, but that didn’t matter right that second either. Not as his hands were sliding down her back to her hips and over the cut-outs at the sides of her dress, his fingers dancing over her skin..

She rolled her body into his touch steadily, jaw dropping some as she moaned sweetly. “Chris-” she whispered to him, fingers gripping at his skin gently as she looked up at him, already breathless from the kiss. “Chris- can you… help me out of my dress…?” She asked softly, knowing she was being reckless, but for once she knew this was something her whole being craved. “Please…”

She blushed and stood with her back to him, “There's a little zipper in the middle, just pull down on it gently.” she instructed, blushing darkly having seen the look in his eyes. She would have been lying if she did not admit she loved it and hadn't been daydreaming the whole day about him.

Glancing down to her dress, his fingers stroking a little at the bare exposed parts of her skin. He wouldn’t even know where to begin in taking the garment off of her body, and the thought of getting it off of her in the first place.. Had him groaning softly as his eyes darkened. “We should, we should go into your room, BabyGirl.”

Without another thought, he was picking her up into his arms, and carrying her into her room, he really shouldn’t know where it was, but he knew.. He knew from the window. Rick’s was on the other side of the apartment, obviously, and Vinny, oh, he’d seen more than enough of inside of her room. Christopher carried her into her room before closing her door behind her. Breathless, not from having carried her, but the thought of, everything else.. Setting her down on her bed, standing at the edge.. “How do I get the dress off?”

She looked over her shoulder up at him, shivering. “Please.”

As Christopher searched for the zipper, finding it, it was a delicate looking metal thing, and he recognized it immediately as a long version of one of the fastenings that were on the borrowed modern pants Ryan and Justin wore. He didn’t, because they looked so complicated, he preferred the buttons, those looked like he could actually manage them. Just pull down on it gently, mentally swearing, being trapped in the bastard suit of armour that Chenza had found so darn amusing, this was, something else. He didn’t want to ruin it for her, she seemed to love it, and seeing her wear it, oh, he wanted to see her in it again… His hands slid up her sides slowly to the top, one hand, gently pressing the material to steady it, carefully, and trying not to wince, as he grabbed the silver fastening and ever, so very slightly, pulled down. Mortal strength time.

It came down with such ease. And stopped just below her hips, the fabric falling away from her sides and shoulders gracefully as she let the fabric fall and pool at her feet in a small pond of red around her. She looked up at him, blushing darkly as soon as black lace panties were revealed underneath, and she offered him a soft, demure smile. “Not too difficult.” she whispered for him.

Not too difficult she says, Christopher felt like he was having palpitations trying not to accidentally tear her poor dress to shreds and no, no, it wasn’t difficult at all. By the angels. She was lucky that- oh, oh- She was in nothing but black lace panties now, and Christopher couldn’t help but groan softly as he swallowed. His hands in front of him started on the buttons of the vest of his suit, never mind there were more daggers in the vest, and a light waist bandolier that he’d hidden with an illusion rune.

She smiled and leaned up, pressing her lips to his and her hands moved to help him strip, smiling against his lips when she found more daggers. “Not gonna lie…” she whispered, “I love that you’re so protective… It’s really hot.” she confessed, her lips pressed to his neck as she let the vest fall off before her nimble fingers were working on the button-up shirt.

She found a couple from the vest, one from the bandolier where the handle had peaked out from the leather band before he could slip it off safely and put it to the side. When she only giggled, and smiled like that, pressing a kiss to his lips, he was looking at her in awe, absolutely in wonder. When she started on his shirt, he was kissing down the side of her neck, all of his weapons gone, none that he could remember anyway, at least, none that could be removed from his skin. Shrugging the material from his shoulders, he let the shirt fall to the floor as he nipped at her collarbone lightly.

Her breath was shaky and needy as she moaned in his ear, her hands touching as much of him as they could, rubbing over his shoulders slowly and her short nails scraping his back lightly. She whispered warmly in his ear as her legs brushed up against his clothed ones, her dick chubbing up some and stretching the fabric of her panties some. Her fingers finally ghosted towards his pants with a shiver. “Chris-”

His hands moved to her waist, gently pushing her back to the bed, and down, even as he felt her at his pants, gasping slightly as he looked down at her, “Patience, BabyGirl.” Looking over her. He reached for the front of his pants, fingers clicking open the belt that had come with the suit, straps he could so quite easily. Leather he knew well.

She sat down, looking up at him with big eyes before licking her lips, thinking about how he would feel in her mouth… how he would taste. Vinny was fully hard now and whimpering at the dirty thoughts racing through her mind one after another. How could she not? She was right at his waist, and she arched some, squirming in place as she moaned softly. “Please… can I… I want…” she didn’t know how to say it without sounding desperate. She didn’t want him to think all she was after was his dick… She loved this man before her. He was sweet, kind, gentle, and understanding. All the while, hurt, damaged and grieving, yes… but he was so kind and sweet to her… how could she not fall in love with him, even just as a friend.

She hadn’t expected the electricity and connection that she felt to him…. But here she was sitting before him as he was undoing his belt and all she could think of was how much she admired him, only rivalled with how much she wanted his cock inside of her mouth.

As Vinny looked at him like that, pleadingly with those gorgeous wide eyes, he couldn’t help reaching for her, his fingers gently threading into those sweet curls of her hair, god, those beautiful painted lips. The way she looked up at him, wide green eyes, parted red lips, as his thumb brushed over his cheek, it was taking all his control not to just throw her down.. But she not only deserved better than that, but Christopher knew he had to be careful with her, she was mortal. “What is it, Baby, anything you want.” Talking softly as his other hand was continued with the fastenings of his suit pants after the belt.

“I want to… I want to suck you off…” she murmured gently, finally finding her voice. “Just… just a little bit.” She added meekly, “please…?”

Her pupils were dilated, and it was clear she was ready to go, but this was… primal. She needed to have her lips on him.

Sexual terms changed so much from era to era, and mortals had gone from being extremely repressed and pious, to being sexually explicit and all manner of different things in between in the span of Christopher’s lifetime. To hear her tell him she wanted to suck him off, it was a term he’d heard in passing enough to understand the meaning, but not had referred to him before. As much as he desired so badly to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him.. How could he deny her? Groaning softly at the thought of those perfect lips wrapped around his cock, just with the way she was looking up at him. Finishing pulling his pants open, so he could pull out his length, stroking himself slowly. “Go ahead, BabyGirl, if that’s what you want.”

It was instantaneous. She leaned in gently, swatting his hands away before licking up his length with a moan as her eyes rolled back and fluttering, her lips were soft as she kissed his tip lightly. Then… they wrapped around him, her tongue exploring every inch purring softly as she stroked him working her way down lipstick smeared on his skin as she quivered.

His fingers tightened just a little in her hair, not stopping himself, Christopher not even really trying to either as she licked up his cock. He had to bite the inside of his lip not to let out a feral growl just at the sight of her like that. The feeling just got all the stronger as she kissed his skin and her lips actually wrapped around him. Between the brush of her tongue and her taking more of him into her mouth.. Seeing the red lipstick streak over his skin had him gulping a little, and his thighs shook.

She held him up, moving gracefully as much as she was enthusiastic. Her mouth was warm, and her eyes focused on him desperately. She knew what she wanted. What she craved and she would have it. She took her time before he was hitting the back of her throat making her eyes water, she pulled off some, breathless in the moment. Her lips were mostly pink now, and her eyes fluttered softly, catching her breath before her mouth was back on him eagerly.

Christopher was practically cupping the back of her head with the way his hand was in her hair now, the other at her shoulder to steady himself. His suit trousers slipping a little from his hips as Vinny kept worked his cock and he couldn’t help but watching her, mesmerized, fuck, she was absolutely gorgeous.. And moaning at the way she felt when he was pressed all the way back.. She was taking so much of him, fuck, how..

Stroking his fingers gently through her hair, “Baby, please.. Please.. I want to be inside you so bad..”

She pulled off after a moment more, his dick connected to her tongue by a long strand of saliva that finally broke as she whimpered moaning as she tugged him down to kiss him roughly with a shiver as her body moved to lay back, “Lube is in the night stand.” she whispered trying to still catch her breath lips parted some as she looked up at him adoringly. “Please… I got off last night, so I shouldn’t take much prep-” she explained quickly, legs parting for him.

Oh, oh, Christopher moaned at the sight of her lips sliding off his cock like that, and he knew all about the morning before last, but last night… Knowing she’d got off again, after she’d spent so much of the night talking to him. Still, he knew he had to be careful with her, she had no idea. Lube, reaching for her night stand, and into the draws as he kicked his pants, shoes and climbed onto her bed. Retrieving the slick, good, and pouring some onto his fingers and putting the bottle aside as he knelt between her thighs.. “I don’t want to rush, I just..” He already felt a little breathless just being here, looking at her..

Swallowing, his cleaning hand steadying himself at her bare hip, “You are so beautiful, BabyGirl.” His eyes dark but vibrant as he took her in, reaching between her thighs and brushing his fingertips over her rim. “I intend to enjoy all of you, for as long as you’ll let me.”

She mewled and moaned, arching to try to grasp at him. “Daddy…” she breathed out, eyes fluttering softly as she looked at him. “Chris- I want you… I don't know if I’m just being stupid but… I just want to stay with you-” she breathed, “as much as I can-”

Her hands ran over his chest and shoulders slowly, memorizing… every detail. Her other hand reached to pet his cheeks and face, softly shivering happily at the feeling of his skin against hers. She rolled her hips down against his fingers, whimpering. “Please-”

Vinny moaned as she rocked her hips slowly, and kissed at his lips eagerly, moaning and squirming on his fingers, “I won't let you go.” She admitted meekly. “I like spending time with you whenever I can…”

Christopher didn’t think it was stupid, then, he wasn’t really a man, he was a beast, a gargoyle, and he couldn’t even tell her the truth of his existence without putting her entire life in danger. One thing that he knew with all his heart though as he pressed a finger inside of her as she rolled her hips, slowly, despite her insistence that she didn’t need the prep.. He wanted to feel her open up for him. “I’m yours.”

Leaning over Vinny as he stretched her open on his fingers, gently pressing a second inside of her as he brought his lips to hers. “I’ll always be yours.” For as long as he could be. That angel that was coming, he didn’t care anymore what they would have to say, he had followed the edicts for so long, he would do his duty, he would protect the mortals for the rest of his days.. But he’d lived so long.. Why.. why couldn’t he be happy with Vinny? He’d lost his mate, just this little bit of happiness, was that too much to ask. He felt it, in his soul, it sang to hers. He knew he shouldn’t, he’d had his mate, what right did he have? But he did, he felt it.

Twisting his fingers inside of her until he was adding a little more lube and adding a third, slowly drawing them in and out as he watched her. His eyes were so loving, reverent in the way he was practically adoring her. “By the angels, BabyGirl.. You feel so good, tell me, how do you want me?” Any way, giving her control would be the safest, Christopher didn’t want to risk losing himself, but at the same time, he didn’t want to disappoint her either.

Moaning softly as he thought of the other morning, in this very bed, “Would you like to ride me Baby?” Ride him like she rode that faux penile object, yes he knew the mortals had a name for those things, but for the life of him he didn’t know it.

Her voice quivered sensually, a moan of desire, desperation, and pleading. “Daddy- yes please-” she pleaded, “I wanna ride you… I wanna ride you-” she whispered, eyes watering as her back arched some, jaw dropping. “Daddy- Please-”

The second that Vinny agree’d, it didn’t take him a moment before Christopher was shifting their position between them on the bed. Both of their bodies were already left completely bare to each other, nothing but want and desire between them. He moved onto the bed so he was on his back, half laying against Vinny’s pillows, and half propped up against them at the headboard so she could move to straddle him. His hands reached for her hips to guide her, “Come here, BabyGirl.”

She moved to rest on his hips her length rubbing against his as she whimpered before moving even closer pressing her face into his neck for a moment kissing his neck sweetly. “Chris-” she whispered before sliding down his length steadily, head laid back as she mewled. Her powerful thighs rested on either side of his hips. He could feel her muscles coil and relax as she moved, taking her time as she whimpered happily.

Christopher’s fingers wrapped around her, sliding up from her hips to her waist as she started rocking against him, gasping with a low moan at the feel of her lips against his skin. His head tilting back as her lips trailed down his neck. The angel runes on his skin under her lips, while appearing like human tattoos to her, they felt like they were tingling like cold fire, and then ignited in feeling to him, followed along, trailing everywhere her skin touched. It had been so long since he’d felt like this, everything about her reminded him of Chenza, of his mate, whether all in his head or not, he could help but want to be right here with her. Holding her waist as she slid down on his cock, his hips arched up to her carefully, feeling the way she flexed around him, oh she was perfect.

She moaned once she was fully seated on his cock, groaning out loud, rolling her hips a few times. Her eyes fluttered wildly for a moment, “Daddy-” she breathed before starting to glide up and down slowly at first as she savored the drag of skin on skin even with the lube. Her eyes rolled back as she finally was going fast and hard. Her jaw dropped, trembling eagerly.

He knew he should have looked for a condom, he might be ancient, but he wasn’t completely obtuse. Ryan had dragged him at least that far into the modern age. Clean up purposes, he said. He wasn’t wrong. However, he knew there wasn’t any diseases he could give Vinny, or anything he could catch from her that would harm him, and he wanted to feel every moment between them. Hands running up her body now, feeling every muscle, every slight dip to her slim strong body.. She was utterly beautiful. Capturing her lips with his now, kissing her with a hunger as his hips rocked with hers, joining her pack, not able to help but meet her with each thrust.. But making every effort to hold back the majority of his strength as his breath rushed with pants against her lips.

She panted before stopping him with a whimper almost there, frozen with trembling thighs, “Fuck- I don’t want it to be over yet.” She got out, legs shaking as her eyes fluttered softly.

Christopher’s forehead was pressed to Vinny’s as he groaned when she seemed to slow, stopping them was reaching anything close to a point of more yet, and groaning low, almost growling in his throat. His hands slipping around to her lower back, tempted to press her deeper against him and, just, rock her onto him.. He could cum, and just keep going, he could cum as many times as she needed him to tonight.. But he wanted her to first. He had to at least pretend to be mortal. Mortal had limited sexual functions, he knew that much. “BabyGirl, fuck, you can have me as often as you want.” As long as she wanted.

She groaned, head leaned back before she leaned in wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she started moving again, “I don't wanna cum right away- I've been wanting you for a few days and I want to savor you…” she breathed out softly with wide eyes licking her lips with remains of lipstick.

A strangled sound in his thought, swallowing, “Savor me?” It was strange to him, this thought of savouring sex. What was savouring sex. For him, while yeah, it was still usually about physical release, and yes pleasure and intimacy, but having the time to savour? Never. Even with Chenza, they never had the time. They were lucky to have a few moments when they woke before Jerahmiel would dispatch them on their assignments for the night, whether patrols or guards. Back then, there were more than just three of them. Or the time before dawn when they had a few blissful moments to steal away to themselves. Or even post battle, those, we’re both still alive, moments… but they were always fast, frenzied, passionate, they didn’t get the chance to savour.

Now, the fact that he’d been thinking about her for weeks was never mind. She had been driving him insane.. Was he going to keep letting her right now as he looked at this woman that was rocking her hips so slowly, and driving him to new heights? Yes, yes he was. Moaning as against her lips, not caring as her lipstick smeared ever so slightly against his skin. Little did he know, to her, enough of him was coloured with the human tattoos she could see in place of his angel markings.

She mewled softly, and arched her back, “Chris-” she moaned, moving faster than slowed, eagerly and then stopped again tight around him, eyes trained on his face with a whimper. “Chris, you feel amazing…!” She gasped out.

It felt like something was different. Maybe because they had spent So much time together… Or maybe it was because he fit perfectly inside of her. But was electric and addicting.

The way the intense cold fire still blazed through his skin, the pleasure just threatening to consuming him, feeling like it was building ever higher. He used to think it was intense before, now it was growing all the more fervent as the feelings built between them with the way Vinny kept slowing, and speeding up.. And then stopping again, so tight around him. Moaning, his head tilting back, gasping for breath, fingers so tight around her hips.. His hips bucked up against her as she gasped, his eyes meeting hers, “Fuck, BabyGirl, I’m so close, I’m I’m so-”

She shook before reaching down to stroke herself as she moved again angling herself and aimed well as she started caving instantly, jaw slack as a deep guttural moan filled the room. She pressed her forehead to his and kissed him deeply, groaning for him as pleasure rushed at her, not holding back this time.

The moment Vinny started stroking herself, Christopher’s fingers were wrapped around hers, and he was stroking with her, not pulling her hand away, but joining her. As he kissed her, his whole world tilted on its axis, from the way his fingers stroked at her with his fingers, to the brush of her lips.. The feel of her clenching around his length.. And then as he jerked inside of her, not able to stop himself coming apart this time.. Fuck, fuck.. The feeling was so intense.. More so than he ever felt before. Savor it she’d said. He was gasping for breath, like Vinny had reached into his chest and squeezed directly around his heart as he moaned.

Vinny moaned into his mouth as he gripped her hand and clit with her. Mewling, she knew it wouldn't be much longer- then suddenly there it was- he was cumming, sending her over with him almost screaming into the kiss as white-hot pleasure rushed through her without restraint, making her gasp desperately. Her chest was glued to his as she panted softly with shaky legs.

By the angel, Christopher felt nothing but pure shock for a moment at the sight before him, a whimper in his throat. Chenza, she, she looked just.. Oh.. oh.. Fuck.. the way she followed him in her pleasure, the way she came apart like that.. Kissing her, not able to help himself as he helped her ride out her orgasm while pushing his body to relax. He knew mortals didn’t keep going the way gargoyles did, and he had to slow down.. He couldn’t keep going, he wouldn’t push Vinny too far. “You are so beautiful.”

Vinny was breathless and kissed him and the palm of his hand, panting softly, jaw dropped as she relaxed. She didn't have big loads, so the mess between them wasn't too much as she laid against his chest breathing in his scent as she groaned against his neck, lips teasing him. “So are you… you're so handsome while you cum… fuck it felt amazing, never felt that good before….”

Arms wrapped around her, Christopher pulled her down gently to the bed, they had time. Knowing that Vinny always got up before the dawn to open the café, had him so calm, so serene in the fact that he could stay here with her, and just relax. Otherwise, he’d be worried, and counting the minutes and how long he’d have before he had to make an excuse about when he had to leave. Kissing her shoulder gently, nuzzling into her skin.. She was perfect saying that, so perfect.. “Sleep BabyGirl, we both have to be up early.. I’ll help you with everything in the morning, I promise.” Kissing her sweetly.

She smiled and kissed his neck softly, eyes closing steadily as she breathed slowly, heart warm. “Good night daddy.” She whispered softly and ran her fingers over his tattoos softly, not taking long before falling asleep.

Christopher couldn’t sleep, as wonderful as he knew it was now, he couldn’t sleep, not while he had her in his arms. He could sleep during the day, he could sleep when he had no other choice in his stone prison. Right now he was holding the most precious being… and he… oh… she… his eyes stung with tears trying not to tremble. By the angel, how could he do this to her? She deserved so much better than him, but she, she reminded him so much of his Chenza.

Everything about her, Vinny was, she was glorious, remarkable, perfect, and it, it was like having her right back in his arms. Worse almost. There were times they’d dreamed about hiding away to just steal a moment like this, quiet, holding each other… not that they could ever really have them in the life, the war that they’d fought alongside each other. The war that he was still fighting. The war that he would never be able to stop fighting, and Vinny deserved so much better than to have to deal with him, and be compared to his lost mate, his lost love. But he was too much of a monster to be able to let her go.

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