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sundayworshipper · 5 months ago

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*~Orthodoxia

«Sunday x Gn! Reader»

🪦| SFW, Angst, Undefined relationship, can be read as romantic/platonic (bed sharing, cuddling)| WC: ~11K

⚰️| CW: Inspired by the song Orthodoxia by Guchiry, misplaced religious worship (fictional religion), Sunday is a priest and cult leader, Small town cult setting AU, Third person prose (reader is referred to as [Name]), Major character death, Minor character death, Murder, SH? (Sunday), Allusion to suicide, Graphic descriptions of violence, Non sexual grooming, A bird dies, Ena=God, Gopher sucks ASS, mostly Sunday angst with reader being there sometimes, English isn’t my first language, non chronological, first fic ever （╹◡╹）

Credit for the commandments to Guchiry

A/N: This is so long 💀.. There’s a few plot holes? and the writing is kinda repetitive but i spent too long on this not to post. Extra warnings, beta read but not proofread, reader char is intentionally bland, not canon compliant/OOC-ish ∩^ω^∩.

EDIT: Oh god this got much more attention than I was expecting. I am (slowly) working on rewriting it 🤍

1. God’s great grace is given to those who are completely faithful.

Sunday inhaled deeply while tugging at his pristine white glove in an attempt of straightening it. In his mind, he looked like a complete mess, completely unfit for a High Priest. His Master and founder of the One True Religion, Gopher Wood, had recently taken his last breath, finally succumbing to the horrible illness that had tormented him for years. As his adopted son, the gray-haired halovian was to take on his duties post-haste. The young man only took half a day to compose himself enough to make a public statement. He probably would have taken longer, had he actually cared to pretend to grieve.

Upon deciding he was satisfied with the state of his attire, Sunday stepped out of the sascrity, taking his place at the pulpit. The gazes of all of his Master’s- no, his own followers, locked onto him, confused and impatient to hear the reason for Mr. Wood’s absence at yesterday’s service.

The man smiled, hoping that the way it didn’t reach his eyes wasn’t very obvious. After a few moments, he just decided to close them.

The fear of rejection by his followers felt as if it was rapidly piercing holes trough his insides, however, he knew that THEY wouldn’t fail him when he needed THEM most. After all, the first ever thing taught to those interested in the religion, is that good things come to those who believe.

2. Only the high priest is permitted to take God's name in vain.

“Fuck! God fucking damn it!” An unfamiliar voice screamed from an alleyway, which Sunday was just about to pass while on his routine walk. His wings twitched, and the ones on his torso tensed. He contemplated if this even counted as a violation of the second commandment, as the use of the words ‘God’ and ‘Lord’ had less restrictions than the uttering of the true name of the one they were referring to. He also thought about the possibility that ‘God’ was the three-faced idol the next town over worshipped, that maybe one of them had snuck in. He ultimately decided that using any heavenly title accompanied by such words was disrespectful, and he’d try to steer the speaker onto the right path, be they a follower of Order, Harmony, or something else entirely.

Despite the amount of information he mulled over, he really didn’t spend long thinking before rushing into the alley.

“Are you alright?” He inquired to the person that had emitted such obscene words just moments ago. Their clothes didn’t reflect those of a citizen in this town, nor the neighboring one’s. They whipped around to face him, wearing a frightened expression.

“Ah..Huh?” The emotion of surprise seemed to overshadow that of fear. Sunday gave an amused smile at this.

“Do not be afraid. I am Sunday, messenger of Ena. I heard you…Cussing, earlier. Judging by your attire, you are a foreigner, which explains that. However, I feel as if I should inform you that such an act is quite worrisome here.” He could no longer suppress his giggle, which confused the stranger.

“What’s so funny?”

“Hmm..Do not worry. Mind telling me how to address you? And, if you’re comfortable, what brings you here?” Sunday stepped closer, and leaned in towards the person.

“I’m [Name].” They replied, taking a step back. After spending a moment deciding whether or not to reveal the circumstances that led up to them ending up where they did, they concluded that he was trustworthy.

Sunday listened, and considered their words carefully.

“I see. Since you have no home, would you like to live with me, for the time being? I’ll help you find a job. All I ask is that you attend church and clean up after yourself.” He offered his hand, wings relaxing.

[Name]’s breath hitched. It wasn’t like they had many choices… If they stayed on the streets, they’d most certainly die. If they went with Sunday, the outcome had a slightly lesser chance of being the same.

After thinking very carefully, they took Sunday’s hand wordlessly.

3. Those who do harm to God's messenger, the high priest, will be expelled.

As much as Sunday wished he could forget the worshippers of Xipe existed, trade between the two towns was beneficial for everyone. After the death of Gopher Wood- who refused any sort of contact and terminated the transaction of goods-, Sunday begrudgingly sent one of his trustworthy followers to request that the old commerce deal be reinstated. And so, it was.

To the average citizen, all seemed well. However, Sunday could notice the way everyone that interacted with Xipe’s Worshippers on a regular basis attended church less and less often. He tried to brush it off as them being busy with such an important new task. This was until, on the seventh day’s service, the holiest of all, one of the traders defied the rules and interrupted Sunday’s sermon by standing directly next to him. The halovian’s heart skipped a beat, but he simply smiled.

“Good sir, are you not feeling well? This is not an appropriate place for you.” He placed a gentle hand on the trader’s shoulder. His kind act was met with a harsh slap which resounded through the entire chamber. However, his smile did not falter.

[Name], who had been sitting in the front row of pews ever since Sunday ‘rescued’ them, stood up, as did the woman next to them. They wanted to separate the two, but the priest extended a hand towards them as a sign to stop.

The atmosphere was painfully tense and uncertain, until the merchant reached into his pocket to retrieve his dagger. He then pressed it to Sunday’s throat, finally causing his expression to shift.

“You bastard… You rotten, filthy, deceptive scoundrel! You lied! All you and your good-for-nothing father have ever done is lie! You will pay for this.” The trader hissed, preparing to slice the man’s flesh. Sunday’s eyes narrowed as he effortlessly ripped the knife from his hands by the blade, cutting deep into his own palm. He then tossed it to the side, and grabbed the traitor by the neck.

“Tsk..What a shame. You were quite valuable.” He shook his head disappointedly before dragging him outside.

No one dared to follow… Except for [Name]. Before anyone could tell them not to, they sprinted after Sunday, finding him kicking his attacker in the stomach repeatedly just outside church doors. [Name] gasped, but they were cut off by the disgusting feeling of bile rising up their throat. This caused Sunday to turn his head. His eyes were wide, however, a disturbingly sweet smile stretched across his features. He delivered one final kick- to the chest this time- and quickly closed most of the distance between him and [Name].

“You shouldn’t have followed me. But, I suppose it’s my fault for not teaching you what to do in such situations.. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

[Name]’s eyes darted between the priest and the corpse he had just created. They soon murmured the first thought they could muster:

“Your hand..”

“I will be fine. Go back inside, and stay put. Service will resume shortly.” He smiled before promptly walking out of sight.

[Name] considered running for their life as far away from this town as geography would allow. However, something was holding them back. After taking a minute to process, they re-entered the church, earning dirty looks from the other members. Only the woman that had stood up alongside them earlier spoke to them.

“Don’t do that. No one wants to see what happens to those who get ‘expelled’.”

4. It is the high priest who is the rightful successor to God’s will.

Despite it not feeling like such, Sunday was once a child. He had a family as well, more or less. Although thinking of Gopher Wood as his parent made him feel sick to his stomach now, a brief period of time where this wasn’t the case existed.

After the traumatic loss of their parents, Sunday and his dear sister, Robin, were sent to an orphanage much like any other unfortunate soul in the same situation. Robin thought they’d be adopted within the year, but Sunday was already planning the way in which he’d make a living for himself the moment he became an adult. He’d save up any and all money he didn’t use strictly on survival to be able to sustain his sister when she reached the age of eighteen as well, he thought.

In a surprising turn of events, a man from a small, far away town, visited the orphanage only three months after the siblings’ arrival. He smiled the instant his gaze landed on them. Originally, Sunday thought it was because of their shared, relatively uncommon species, but he’d later come to convince himself that Gopher Wood saw something in them that day.

In what had to be record time, he had legally adopted them. As they rode the horse carriage to their new home, Robin snuggled close to her brother, and whispered an optimistic ‘I told you so’. Sunday simply smiled, for the first time since the death of their mother.

The first day felt like the most fun a recently orphaned child could have. They were given various sweet treats by their new neighbors, and a tour of the town. Everyone seemed to dote on them, which almost made the young boy finally lower his guard fully. He thought he was safe at last, and could heal.

Big mistake.

That very night, Sunday was ripped from bed by his eerily silent ‘father’. Before he could even ask what he was doing, a hand had been slapped over his mouth. He, being docile and untrained at the time, allowed himself to be molded like clay.

In less than an hour, Sunday had been exposed to things that would shatter the mind of most children into pieces. At the end of his extensive explanation, Gopher took Sunday to the dark, empty church, where he forced him to kneel in front of the altar. Because he hadn’t succumbed to the information that he had to forcibly ingest, Gopher considered him a worthy heir, and introduced him to Ena as such.

And yet, that was not the point where he stopped seeing that man as family. In fact, he never saw anything wrong with that behavior. He always felt so proud to be chosen, entrusted with such an important position.. Gopher said he was special. Smart. Nearly perfect. He was everything he could’ve ever wanted in a son. The knowing glances they exchanged as Robin discovered the surface rules of the religion at the pace that everyone else except for him did made Sunday feel good.

For about a year, Sunday loved his life. He felt as if he finally had a purpose..

On the night of a seventh,going into first day of the week, in the latter half of November, Sunday found himself choking back tears on the bathroom floor, knees hugged tightly to his chest along with his discarded shirt. Gopher Wood, that monster, sat behind him, trimming away at the child’s lower wings. When he was done, he’d move on to permanently tainting them black, like his own.

‘The truest act of devotion’ he called it. To prove their loyalty to Ena, high priests had to discard something they held dear at a young age.. For halovians, their wings were naturally their pride and joy, so, the dark haired man picked those for him. Sunday asked to be allowed to choose something, anything else, but his request was declined.

Of course, this wasn’t any form of religious practice. Gopher had made it up to further mold his poor victim into what he needed him to be. Every time the boy dared to show any feelings regarding that action, he reminded him that as the high priest, all his actions were carried out trough God’s will.

Sunday never wore a base layer of clothing that didn’t almost perfectly match his new wing color after that. He felt hideous, and he’d rather have people think he lost his wings completely than show off the cruel defilement he’d endured.

Since then, Sunday could no longer see him as a father. Of course, he still respected and obeyed him, as not doing so would be disrespectful to THEM, too. After all, priests were naught but a mirror of their God’s desires.

5. God’s teachings are the divine providence of this world.

Sunday tossed in bed, wings wrapping around his face as he groaned quietly. He was tormented by thought, and couldn’t sleep.

Upon the passage of one hour, he rose from his spot, and slowly stepped out of his room. [Name] slumbered on his couch, as they had since the first time Sunday brought them home. He felt bad for not being able to provide them a proper bed, and made a mental note to work on that soon. After all, it wasn’t like it cost much, or… anything at all. He was just a very busy man.

The priest then stepped on the single creaky floorboard in the entire house, alerting his roommate.

“Sunday..?” They yawned, rubbing their eyes as they blinked them open.

“Ah. I’m sorry that I woke you.”

“It’s alright,, but what are you doing up so late? And why are you going out?”

“Mm. I need a walk, to clear my head. I’m finding it hard to rest well tonight.”

“Me too. I barely even fell asleep a few minutes ago, and it was so light.” [Name] stretched their back as they spoke.

“I see. Do you want to join me?” He offered, and the other person excitedly accepted, standing up and almost stumbling. Sunday caught them, helping them to stand better. They gave a grateful look in response.

The two then exited the house, the cold night breeze gently biting at their skin. They set a comfortable pace as Sunday directed them to the woods across the river that served as town border. [Name] hadn’t gotten the chance to go there yet, as it was ill-advised to venture too far from the town.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

“Don’t you trust me? Do you think I’m going to murder you for your sins?” Sunday smiled, turning his face away so [Name] couldn’t see.

“I do! It’s just that… Wait, have I sinned?”

“Of course you have. You are still new to our religion, you’re bound to make mistakes. Even devout believers sin sometimes, but God forgives all, therefore so do I.”

“Do you sin?”

“Me? No. Sinning would be disgraceful to our Lord. I mean, if even the high priest doesn’t carry himself as THEY intended, how would any normal person be inclined to either?”

“True.. Doesn’t it get exhausting having to be perfect all the time, though?”

“Not at all. Do you know the fifth commandment?”

“God’s teachings are the divine providence of this world?” [Name] cocked their head at him, almost tripping on a fallen branch in the process.

“Very good. As the high priest, I have to know these teachings better than any other mortal. The stronger one’s knowledge, the stronger they feel God’s love.”

“Oh. I never thought about it like that.”

“Well, now you have.” He halted, left arm occupying its spot behind his back as usual. [Name] stopped as well, confused.

“Why’d you stop? Aren’t walks supposed to be continuous?”

“Yes…Would you mind pausing here for a moment? If I’m not mistaken, this is the clearing I used to come to for respite when I was a child. I have no time for such things anymore, but it brings me a sense of nostalgia.”

[Name] nodded, and awkwardly walked closer to Sunday. There didn’t appear to be any sitting spots, so they just took a moment to appreciate nature’s beauty.

Not much time later, Sunday decided it had gotten far too late to be outside any longer. As they trekked back home, the priest noticed [Name] become slower by the second. He offered to carry them, and in a moment of exhausted weakness, they accepted. They’d soon fall unconscious in his arms.

The following morning, [Name]’d find themselves in Sunday’s bed, with him nowhere to be found.

Confused, they stepped into the living room. Sure enough, the man was curled up on the couch.

6. To disobey God is to deviate from Paradise.

[Name] was integrating nicely into the town already. While trying to decide what job they should try land, they picked up gardening as a short pastime. Sunday had graciously lent them a patch of his backyard to plant things in, so long as they managed to keep it free of weeds. They agreed, and were doing a great job so far. The first thing they tried was strawberries, as it was the optimal season for planting them.

[Name] decided to ask the neighbors to see if anyone had any runners they could borrow.

“Hello!” They waved at an older lady who was conveniently planting something in her own garden. She lifted her head, smiled, and waved back.

“…Ahem. I was wondering if you had any strawberry runners? I want to grow strawberries… I don’t have any money right now, but I’ll pay you for them someday!”

“Ah, such nonsense.. Since Mr. Wood saved us, money is obsolete.”

“Huh? Then why do people still have jobs?”

“So they don’t get bored, of course! If you’re worried about payment, pay with a favor. Give some to Mr. Sunday when they’re ripe. I’m sure he hasn’t had strawberries since Miss Robin… Ah, nevermind, I’ll fetch ‘em for you.” The lady hobbled into her house, leaving [Name] confused. They made a mental note to ask Sunday about this ‘Robin’ someday.

The woman soon returned, and handed the runners to [Name], eagerly.

“Here you go, dearie. Give some to me too, if I’m still around by then…” she chuckled, trailing off into a cough.

“Don’t say that.. But, I will! Thanks so much!” They waved again, and sped off to plant the strawberries.

About three months later, the fruits were ripe. [Name] was utterly delighted… They looked absolutely perfect, as if it was obvious from a glance that they had the perfect texture and amount of juice. They quickly collected them all in a basket, and ran inside, where Sunday was actually home, for once. [Name] was happy about this, and hurried to separate the basket’s contents into bowls. The priest tilted his head at them, curious.

“I see you’ve made good use of the land I gave to you.” He hummed observantly.

“Mhm! I couldn’t have done it without the grandma across the street, though. I have to give her a portion back, but.. She asked for something else as payment.”

“Oh?”

[Name] handed Sunday a full bowl, happily.

“She wanted me to give this to you! She said you probably haven’t eaten any since some Robin something something..”

Sunday froze, and his breathing paused abruptly.

“Who’s Robin anyway? It sounds like you know her…”

“Robin is a sinner who denied our Lord’s presence in her life. She is where she deserves to be right now.” His voice had a weird edge, almost as if it was breaking.

“She’s not someone you should concern yourself with again. Ahem; thank you for the gift. It was very thoughtful of you. Send my regards to the neighbor, too.” He left, strawberry bowl in hand.

[Name] frowned, dejectedly dragging themselves and one of the remaining strawberry bowls to the neighbor’s house. She was in the yard once again, so they just walked up to her.

“Ma’am! I picked the strawberries today!” They handed her the dish.

“Thank you, dear. You gave them to Mr. Sunday too, yes?”

“Of course. He said to give you his regards. But, something weird happened. When I asked him about Robin, he just said she was a sinner. That wasn’t much of an answer, so could you tell me more, please?”

“Really? Hm. I wouldn’t expect him to be that cold towards the memory of his own sister…”

“…What?”

“I’ve said too much. Please leave.”

[Name] frowned, but did as asked. It was taking them some time to accept the fact that there were certain topics everyone seemed to get tense around..

7. To harbor doubts about God is to suffer the disintegration of thought.

Gopher Wood always despised the neighboring town, in which he was born, raised, and first established his religion. He hated not having control over every single atom there, so, he left. However, he wasn’t always completely unwilling to maintain a cordial relationship with them.

When his daughter, Robin, reached the age of twelve, he assigned her the role of ‘peacekeeper’. She was to befriend politicians and people of note, engage in the culture there. and report any intel she could’ve gained back to Gopher, who would then try to usurp the town and convert its residents to worshippers of Ena, ergo himself, by commandment fourteen.

By her 13th birthday, Robin’s reports suspiciously all turned into ‘They didn’t tell me anything’. The high priest soon grew skeptical, and ordered Sunday to get an answer out of her by any means necessary.

And so, he did.

He approached her door, taking note of the unfamiliar tune she appeared to be loudly humming. Due to growing older, they now had separate rooms. This didn’t help their relationship whatsoever, as their paths in life were already pulling them apart.

“Sister?” He knocked.

“Come in!” She called out, ceasing her singing. Sunday did, avoiding her gaze.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure. Sit down.” She gestured to the empty spot on her bed, next to herself. Sunday shook his head, which felt like a dagger being pierced trough robin’s heart.

“Oh. Okay… What did you want to talk about?”

“Master ranted to me earlier about the lack of new information regarding the neighboring town lately. I found this weird, so I just wanted to ask you about it. Please be honest with me, are you hiding something?”

Robin’s eyes widened, before drifting downward. She dipped her head in a slight nod.

“Brother… I’m sorry, I meant to tell you earlier, but I feared your response. I..” she inhaled, then exhaled. “…I worship the Harmony.”

Sunday stared at her with the most disgust his face had ever held. He began to slowly shake his head.

Robin stood, paced over to him, and grabbed his hand, holding it close to her chest.

“Please, just listen to me. I discovered something that will change your view on-“ She trailed off as she met his gaze. It was evident that there was no possible way to reason with him. At that moment, it didn’t feel like she was even looking at her sibling; but rather, at the man that destroyed him.

Defeated, she let go of his hand, and sat back on her mattress. As she watched her beloved brother leave her room, she accepted that her days were now numbered.

8. To blaspheme God is to deny one's own existence.

Robin wore a gentle smile as she was walked down the path to a completely empty plain by her brother. The girl was dressed in pitch black robes, a symbol of her betrayal and a way to make her death far more painful. And yet, she didn’t seem all that bothered.

“Sunday..” she hummed.

“You’re not supposed to speak.”

“I’ll be dead soon either way. What’s one more sin?”

“…”

“I love you. Please don’t blame yourself, I forgive you.”

Sunday didn’t reply to this, and pushed her towards her final resting place.

“Press your back to the stake, please.”

Robin obliged, placing her hands behind the wooden pole as well, without even having to be told. Sunday, under the watchful gaze of Gopher Wood, tied them together, then her torso to the stake.

A citizen then dumped the wood Gopher had hand picked the day prior as the fire fuel to Robin’s feet, before backing up. As per the high priest’s request, Sunday was to light it.

The heir felt nothingness rip and tear away at his being. As his Master placed a flaming torch in his hand, Sunday thought about all the things he wanted to do right now. He wanted to cry, but that would be ‘disgraceful’. He wanted to grab his sister and run, far away from here, and start a new life together, but they were just children, with a horde of angry, violent adults behind them. He wanted to fall to his knees and scream in despair, but the raven-like man behind him would definitely punish him severely for that. As his legs trembled, threatening to give out, Sunday wondered what the worst consequence could even be. Upon remembering the ruined state his wings were in and that he had another pair in an incredibly visible location, he took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry.” He mouthed, before pressing the torch’s tip to the firewood.

9. God sees, but THEY never save.

Sunday inhaled deeply, eyes shut. The winter air numbed his lungs, allowing the cold to overwhelm his body. He felt no pain, or any physical sensation at all. He simply felt like pure consciousness.

“Brother!” The worried voice of his sister called out to him. Alarmed, he exhaled, and ended his meditative state.

“What is it?” He questioned, tone unusually flat.

Robin held her hands out to him. They contained a baby dove. It was barely even covered in pin feathers, meaning it couldn’t have been more than seven days old.

“I was walking to Mr. Gary’s farm because I promised to help feed his animals, but i found this hatchling crying by a tree… I can’t find its nest, or parents, b-but it’ll freeze to death if we don’t do something!” She sobbed. Sunday examined the tiny avian closely.

“Yes…I do suppose the best course of action would be to raise it ourselves.” He crossed his arms.

“Why do you sound so hesitant..?”

Sunday was worried about what his Master would do upon discovering the animal. He wondered if its wings would be clipped, like his own were. The boy pressed a hand to his mouth in thought, eventually settling on the conclusion that there would be no reason to commit such act, as it was only done to himself so he could prove his worth to Ena.

“Fine. Give it to me.” He demanded, and the girl obliged.

The siblings rushed back home, where Robin filled a shallow bowl with warm water. Sunday placed the chick in it, but held on, just in case. It let out chirps of increasing volume, which the boy found endearing. He soon let go, stroking under the bird’s chin instead. Robin gasped, and leaned in closer to observe this. Her brother interacting with animals was a truly beautiful sight.

“How long will it take until it’s grown? I can’t wait to teach it how to fly!” She smiled widely, blinking up at Sunday.

“Huh? Why would we do that..?” He raised an eyebrow.

“So we can release it?” Robin now looked confused.

“What? You can’t be serious. What even is the point of saving it now if you just want to send it to die later?” He pulled the bowl closer to himself, protectively.

“It won’t die! It’d just be cruel to keep it inside for the rest of its life!” She argued, straightening her posture.

“It will.”

“No, it won’t!” The girl gripped the edge of the table. Sunday pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned his back to her.

“Fine. If you insist, you’re now responsible for its well-being until the end of the next week, when you must release it into the wild.”

“Fine.” Robin huffed, and pulled the bird and its makeshift bath back towards herself.

Seven more days passed, in which the dove grew out all the needed feathers for flight. Robin was absolutely ecstatic, and dragged Sunday outside.

“Okay..How do we do this?” She asked.

“What, you made a decision that could be the difference between life and death for another living being without any research?”

“Well, when you put it like that-“

“Do you admit defeat?”

“No! I know it’ll survive! Just tell me how to help it fly.”

Sunday simply shrugged, which upset Robin. After some contemplation, she placed the dove down on the ground, and held her breath waiting.

The bird soon spread its wings, and departed from the ground. The young girl squealed happily, and watched with wide eyes. She then turned, grinning triumphantly at her brother. It was then that she noticed the tall, dark figure looming right behind him.

“Master? What brings you here?”

Gopher Wood simply smiled eerily, and Sunday grimaced, eyes fixed on the now flying dove. A chill of deep dread struck Robin’s spine, making her turn again… Just in time to see the razor sharp talons of a raven dig into the body of the smaller bird. Right as its beak was about to rip flesh off, the girl ran into the house, sobbing loudly.

Sunday and Gopher kept watching. The scene was horrible, gory and disheartening, to say the least.

After a period of silence, the boy spoke up.

“That was a trained raven.”

“What a keen eye.”

“…Why? Robin didn’t have to see that. She’s just a child.”

“I disagree. It was her choice to free the dove, wasn’t it? She has to learn that her actions have consequences, and that defying the concept of order won’t get her anywhere.”

Sunday wordlessly nodded, before walking off.

On the way to the clearing he’d claimed as solely his- which he only turned to when he was having ‘sinful’ ideas that he felt too scared to even think about in the confines of the city- he wondered if Ena would really want one of THEIR creations to suffer, just to teach another a valuable lesson. He then considered that THEY might not truly even care about anyone and anything at all. If he could see and intervene in anything happening in the world, Sunday would try to save every being. But, in the end, he was not God, and THEY were.

10. God listens, but THEY never speak.

“Father..” a weak voice on the other side of the confessional threatened to break. Sunday straightened his posture, as he instinctively always did when spoken to, even if he couldn’t be seen.

“Speak your sorrows, child of the Order.”

“I can’t take it any longer. It feels… It feels like my prayers are falling on deaf ears. My life has only been spiraling into misery… Hell, even a sign would help loads!”

Sunday closed his eyes, thinking deeply.

“I understand how you must feel. However, you should know THEY don’t often give ‘signs’. You may share your troubles with me, and I promise to try my hardest to help you.”

“You’d really do that?”

“I would.” He nodded. He’d trained himself to be aware of his body language and what every single difference in stance could be interpreted as. So, he applied that even when alone, hidden, or in an otherwise casual situation.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you… May I ask a question first?”

“Hm?”

“Do THEY give you signs? Speak to you? Anything at all?”

The halovian fell silent. He didn’t know. Ever since he’d taken over Gopher Wood’s duties, he felt like a failure for being ‘spiritually disconnected’ from the Lord.

“The answer is what you think.” Was what he settled on.

The person on the other side sighed. The next time they spoke, their voice sounded muffled.

“I’m a murderer. I don’t deserve to live. Do you think THEY would forgive me if I..”

“Don’t say that. You are stronger than you think. Why do you consider yourself a murderer?”

“I had an argument with my little sister. It was over something so stupid, I don’t even remember what it was. I was so angry that I pushed her. She hit her head on the kitchen counter, and… oh god. There was so much blood. I saw her brains, Father. I will never forget the sight. I see it every time I sleep, every time I close my eyes, every time I see things that remind me of her. Please, how do I make it stop?” They sobbed.

Sunday was silent, eyes unfocusing as the vivid memory of Robin’s body being charred alive by flames tore its way out of the corner of his brain he’d banished it to.

“Father?”

“…Apologies. That is a lot to process, I was thinking of the optimal way to help. How long ago did this accident happen?”

“I don’t know. It could be anywhere from a few days to several months. After I buried her, everything’s been a blur. She was everything I had left… i hate to think that if I treated her nicer, showed her how much I appreciate her; if I tried to understand her better and didn’t let my emotions get the better of me, she’d still be here.”

“Yes.. You said you buried her body?”

“I did.”

“Where?”

“…”

“I see. You don’t have to tell me. I can feel that you are genuinely remorseful. Fear not, the Lord will forgive you, and I’m sure your sister would too. As for the mental scarring, I can only hope that your confession has lifted some weight off your shoulders. You are not alone. If you ever feel as if you need to take drastic measures, I hereby permit you to seek me in my free time. Your life matters, and I’d rather a slight inconvenience to myself than lose another life. It gets easier, I promise. Hardship is the key to happiness.” Although he was saying all this, he barely even believed or understood himself. He’d never had anyone comfort him when he was in a similar situation, nevermind attempt to help him. When he tried to turn to Ena for solace, he was only met with silence… Which was to be expected. However, the toll it took on him was greater than he could’ve ever expected. In any case, he hoped he’d helped the member of his community, even slightly.

The sound of the fabric belonging to the other person’s clothes could be heard- presumably them standing up. It was then followed by footsteps. Sunday groaned loudly once he figured they’d have long exited the church, and placed his face in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

Upon returning home way past midnight, Sunday looked uncharacteristically horrible. His eyes were bloodshot, his wings drooped pathetically as he slouched, including his ‘deformed’ second pair, which usually stayed tucked into his coat.

“Sunday!” [Name] ran to the door as soon as it opened. As they bore witness to the state of the halovian, they fell into baffled silence. He blinked blearily, far too tired to be embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. Go to sleep.” He mumbled, trying to push past them and towards the couch, as the two had traded sleeping utilities after their late-night walk.

“No! Are you okay?”

“Excuse me?”

“You look horrendous. I’m worried.”

“Thanks.” He deadpanned.

“I obviously didn’t mean it that way. It’s just not like you to be so… improper. Woah, wait, you have four wings!?”

“I don’t want to talk about either of those things. Please move, I’d really like to sleep.”

[Name] frowned, and instead of letting Sunday go to sleep on the near back-breaking couch when he was clearly in no condition to, they intertwined their hand with his, pulling him towards the bedroom. Before Sunday had the chance to protest, they’d reached their destination.

“What are you doing?”

“What, you said you wanted to sleep.”

“Are you implying you want to… share a bed?”

“Yeah! That’s not sinful, right?”

“I suppose not.” Sunday gave up.

“Great. I’ll let you change, call me back in when you’re done.”

Sunday didn’t know what had happened to him by the beginning of the next hour. He found himself cuddling his housemate, face buried in their chest as their fingers carded through his hair. If he wasn’t so far gone, he would’ve felt shame to the depths of his bones.

As [Name]’s breathing and heart rate slowed steadily, so did their hand. Sunday smiled, slowly shifting their position until they’d fully swapped roles. While he appreciated being on the receiving end of affection for once, it was just his nature to want to return any kind act done for him.

He draped a wing around their body, figuring he’d finally found a use for the unsightly body part.

11. God knows, but THEY never teach.

Sunday’s hands balled into fists at his sides. He’d been staring at the glass casing containing the stone slate which the commandments had been first carved into for what must’ve been many hours now. He read them over, and over, and over, and over… Despite the fact that his mind was already similar to the slate, in the sense that the words had been permanently etched into both. Every day, he could feel himself growing more and more…Hateful. And so, he decided connecting with the Lord again would be the best course of action.

Unfortunately, he was wrong. As he obsessively examined and carefully thought over every word of the sacred obligations, he could only form more and more questions… More anger. More doubt. The contradictions between several entries now seemed painfully obvious. For example, it was specified that the high priest was the exception to commandment two, but no such thing exists for the numbers nine, ten and eleven… But, communication between God and the high priest was supposed to be the basis of the religion.

As the gears in Sunday’s brain turned, he began to laugh. How could he have been so foolish? These were all just lies. Lies made up by a selfish man who desired nothing more than to rule the whole world by himself. As his laughter grew, so did his fury.

Sunday dug his fingers into the side of the glass; fragile, as all things in this forsaken town. If everyone was under the permanent illusion of safety, why was there any need for precaution? It was so bad, that nobody locked their doors anymore. No one would want to break into your house and kill you, after all. The most likely murderer was the person you trusted enough to live with. As these realizations plagued his mind, Sunday’s hands only gripped the long since shattered shards of glass tighter, and tighter. It hurt so pleasantly right now. Although, soon enough, he dropped them in favor of grasping the stone tablet itself. As he turned around, his eyes darted through the church. He needed something to break it with.

After looking for a considerable amount of time, Sunday decided he’d just fling it at the wall.

As the glorified boulder was about to leave his hand, he hesitated. What if he was wrong? This definitely had to be a misunderstanding. Maybe he just wasn’t open minded enough to understand the deeper meaning of the commandments. After all, every older resident seemed so happy living the way they were. The younger generation- including himself- would grow into doing the same, surely… God is good, Sunday thought.

God is loving.

The priest lowered his hand slowly. He rotated back to his original position, regret filling him at the sight of the broken display and bloodied glass scattered across the floor. If he were to look into his hand, he’d notice the crimson seeping from his open wound was quickly transferring to the commandments.

Sunday closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He just had to clean this up, find a replacement case, and no one would ever know. His sin could stay between him and the Lord, forever.

As for understanding all the contradictions, he was now sure that he just had to try a little harder. After all, God doesn’t teach. For a start, this probably meant THEY wanted THEIR subjects to learn from their and others’ mistakes throughout their life.

Yes, this had to be the solution. This was nothing but another trial for Sunday to overcome; a test of faith.

12. The entire Word of God is passed down through THEIR oracle, the high priest.

In an extremely rare occurrence, Sunday had found himself with a few hours of free time on his hands. He decided to spend one of them browsing the local grocery store, deciding on what snack to purchase for [Name], as a token of appreciation. He hadn’t asked them about their tastes outright, so he was attempting to piece them together from the few, yet valuable conversations they’d had. This was proving to be a more challenging task than expected, but he wasn’t about to give up.

“I believe this is what you’re looking for.” A voice coming from Sunday’s right spoke sweetly. He turned his head, confused. Before him stood a person, with an appearance so strikingly out of place that he managed how they even managed to make it into the city. They had white hair, parted into short twin tails on either side of their head. They also had long curtain bangs, however, the upper part of their hairstyle didn’t even utilize as much as half of their locks. The expanse of white fell down to the floor, dragging along it whenever they moved. They wore simple, yet eye grabbing make up, which nicely complemented their tanned skin. Their eyes appeared to naturally stay shut for the entirety of Sunday’s examination of them, not displaying any of the twitching that the eyes of a normal person forcing them to stay closed would. What was really out of place, though, was their clothing. They wore a tight, black dress which was about as long as their hair. It was rather revealing, especially in the chest and leg area. Whilst the town Sunday lived in didn’t exactly enforce ‘purity culture’ anymore, it was still unusual to dress immodestly. Additionally, the sort of corset piece wrapped around their midriff and neck appeared to be real gold, solidifying their status as an outsider. The followers of Order weren’t exactly wealthy, as money had not been used since the founding of the religion, and Gopher Wood considered the concept to be inherently unfair. Of course, this didn’t stop him from continuing to hoard any currency he came across, to be able to afford imported garments and accessories of the finest quality for only himself and his children.

“Pardon?” He narrowed his eyes, inspecting the item. It was one of the choices he’d been considering for [Name]’s snack, although he was still second-guessing himself.

“This is their favorite.” The foreigner extended their hand further, as if urging him to take it.

“What are you talking about?” Sunday was becoming uncomfortable.

“[Name]? Your.. Friend. This is their favorite. You are looking for something to get them, no?”

“Hah..I see. You’re one of Xipe’s slaves.” He chuckled bitterly, and grabbed a duplicate of the item they were holding off the shelf.

“I’d strongly urge you to return to your home, if you know what’s best for you. Good day.” He turned to leave, but a hand as cold as death itself gripped his wrist with a hold that would be sure to cut off his circulation if it was kept too long.

“Is this all the thanks I get? You would’ve spent another hour deciding if it weren’t for me.” The person pouted in mock offense.

“Stop. Get out of my mind, please.” He tried to pull away, to no avail.

“And what if I don’t? Are you going to call upon Ena to save you? Oh wait..” They laughed.

“Tsk…Do not use THEIR sacred name with such mocking purpose.”

“I really don’t get what you see in THEM. I mean, THEY’RE such a deadbeat! The Great One would never let THEIR subjects suffer.”

“Says the one whose idol abandoned THEIR town without leaving as much as a divine messenger.”

“Hm? But I am the High Priest.”

“High Priest? My a-.. ahem… That does not sound very likely. Clearly, you’re blessed in some form, but knowing Penacony, they would hold a week-long festival in your honor if you gave substantial proof of this. Who are you, really?”

The person smiled, and let go of his now bruised wrist. They’d still not opened their eyes once.

“Oh, would you look at the time. Well, I should get going. Until we meet again~” they waved, and walked away, humming an awfully familiar tune.

Sunday would then stand in the middle of the aisle, snack in hand as he tried to make sense of what had happened. He wondered if the person was trying to convince him to turn to the Harmony, or just teasing him. What’s worse is that if it was the former, he believed he might’ve actually considered.

The halovian soon dragged himself home, deep in thought. As he opened the door to see [Name] sitting on the couch as they had been doing more often lately, Sunday smiled. He sat next to them, far closer than usual.

“…I got you something.” He handed them the snack. [Name] gasped quietly.

“Ohh.. Did you know this was my favorite? Thank you so much!” They hugged him.

“Really? Must’ve been a lucky guess. In any case, consider this payment for the strawberries.” Sunday shut his eyes. Perhaps the worshipper of Xipe wasn’t all that horrible.

13. God’s aims are the aims of the world

Lately, Sunday had been frequenting the church in the dead of night. Since the meeting with the strange worshipper of Harmony, he’d been questioning his faith more than ever before. A part of him struggled with the same urge to run that he’d felt in Robin’s final moments. However, instead of his fear of angry, violent adults holding him back now, it was the fear of repercussions for becoming one.

He considered himself weak minded. He knew very well what he was getting into before accepting the position of high priest. He knew he’d have to murder and hurt, and yet… He never truly could. A secret Sunday swore he’d take to the grave, was that he never truly punished traitors as God commanded. Even after the incident with the tradesman, the worst he could muster was kicking him into unconsciousness and dropping him off into Penacony’s territory. That very night, he prayed to the God he himself had just betrayed, that the man was taken to a hospital. In his heart, Sunday still believed that if he were to implore the Lord to forgive those who turned away from them, THEY would.

Sunday had what one might call a heart of gold. He wanted the best for everyone, even if it directly contradicted the teachings of his Master, and the undeniable holy rules given to the world by God. However, his constant desire to help came at the cost of his own sanity- fact which he was acutely aware of. He considered it a small price to pay for the joy of others.

In his mind, he was responsible for the actions of each and every one of The Order’s followers. If they sinned, it was purely his fault for not managing to stop them. He’d be the one spending eternity in the burning embers, while any who sinned under him and died before he did, would be forgiven and led to the peaceful afterlife they strived for all their lives. If he’d explain this to any sane person, they’d most likely immediately pick up on how specific, flawed, and barely comprehensible his logic was… Unfortunately, he never would.

“You look tired.” The sickly sweet voice of the strange worshipper called from behind Sunday, making him halt.

“I know for a fact that I locked the gates.” He crossed his arms, but didn’t give the person the pleasure of looking at them.

“What can I say, I have my ways… Anyway, I don’t think burying yourself in your delusions is very healthy. You should rest.”

“I must say, you’re very bold. You simply can’t hold yourself back from insulting the Lord in front of THEIR messenger, hm?”

“I am simply stating a fact. You’re starting to doubt THEIR very existence, and you know that. If you acknowledge your situation, why do you still choose to indulge?”

Sunday did not speak for a long period of time.

“If you truly were a High Priest, you’d understand. God is all I have. I’ve invested so much time into becoming what I am now, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself otherwise.”

“And you still don’t follow the very principle that supposedly founded your religion. Clearly, deep down, what you want is to help everyone. You’d be well suited for the Harmony…”

“No. The harmony dictates that everyone must live through trial and error. That’s such unnecessary suffering, that can simply be avoided by protecting everyone.”

“Learning through mistakes? Isn’t that what you ultimately decided Ena’s ideal was, when you noticed people making mistakes over and over again, even when the whole point of this religion is to establish ultimate control and peace to the point where people will actively seek out pain to break the monotony?”

“…Then, I was mistaken. I never saw the similarities to the Harmony before. I pray THEY can forgive me as I try to truly understand THEIR commandments once more. Thank you for telling me this. I shall… Become a better fit for my role, through any means necessary.”

“Really? Or will you do as you’ve always done, and continue to refuse to harm anyone as your God dictates?”

“…Even if I were to do that, which I will earnestly try not to, the spiritual consequences would fall onto me, solely. I’m the one not doing my job, I-“

“Sunday! When was the last time you’ve uttered or thought something that makes any sense, at all!? Look deeply within yourself, you’ll realize how absurd you’re being.”

The halovian simply smiled. Perhaps, long ago, that would’ve been true. However, that was no longer a possibility. Any time he’d come to the same realization, his being would instinctively suffocate itself with a half-hearted explanation that would seem plausible enough at first glance, until he’d begin to deconstruct it, at which point the process would repeat.

The stranger’s expression shifted into a sorrowful one. They’d really tried to help him, but he was truly too far gone.

“I see. I hope your soul will someday be able to find peace.” They left, giving Sunday the opportunity to continue destroying himself in peace.

14. God and the high priest shall be regarded as one and the same.

Gopher Wood’s amber eyes intently observed Mikhail. His head was informally resting on the table, wings fluttering in anticipation as he waited for his ally to finish reading the documents he’d presented him with.

“So? What do you think?” He finally spoke, having grown impatient.

“I’m not done yet..”

“Well, you’ve read most of it. What do you think so far, then?”

“I didn’t know you had such little patience, Mr. Wood.”

“Yes, yes..Well, now you know.”

“I don’t consider it appropriate to share my opinion on something that I don’t fully understand. I ask that you continue waiting.”

“Fine.” Gopher scoffed, and stood up.

“I’m going to get another drink. Want anything?”

“No, thank you.”

Mikhail sighed as he continued reading. Him and Gopher had met just over three amber eras ago, under inexplicable circumstances. At the time, it seemed they had similar ideals for the future of Penacony- a beautiful town, ravaged by an unfortunate dispute. The two quickly struck up a friendship, or at the very least, a cordial working relationship. At first, they agreed that their end goal was to join The Family, a union of towns and cities who worshipped a god known as Xipe and believed in the concept of Harmony. The men slowly gained the respect of most Penaconians that, too,wished for peace, who allowed them to become something akin to a two-person government.

After all that, they successfully completed their goal. Although, soon after, Gopher began acting unusually. He distanced himself from Mikhail, only talking to him to ask odd questions, such as ‘if he ever wished the entire town’s residents could be puppets’. The blue-haired man grew incredibly concerned for his partner’s wellbeing, but could never reach Gopher to speak to him about this topic.

A few days prior, he had invited him out to drinks to discuss ‘an exciting new discovery’. They now found themselves here, Gopher having handed Mikhail a folder full of papers, detailing the proof of the existence of another deity before Xipe. THEY were known by the name of Ena, and represented Order, which was awfully close to the concept of Harmony, besides the awfully concerning attitude towards those who desired to follow their own path in life.

Just as Mikhail finished reading, the halovian returned.

“Are you done yet?”

“Yes…?”

“Wonderful! So?”

“I’m… Not quite sure I understand. Do you want to leave The Family and pursue this religion? Do you even have any current proof this, ‘Ena’ even exists..?”

“Oh, THEY don’t!” He giggled, joyfully taking a sip of his wine. Just as Mikhail was preparing to open his mouth, he continued:

“Not anymore, at least. But if we can make people believe THEY do, we’ll have them wrapped around our fingers. They’ll just do anything we want under the guise of religion. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? There can truly be peace upon Penacony.”

“…How drunk are you?”

“Plenty.”

“You’re not thinking straight. That would never work, it’d just be defying human nature. Besides, if the ones who continue trying to end our lives for opposing them can’t even agree with Harmony, what makes you think they’d want to obey the words of an imaginary God?”

“Oh, them? They have no place in Penacony either way. If I were to execute my plan, I’d be doing a great favor to everyone.” He grinned.

“That’s enough. Get up. I’m taking you home, and you’re going to sleep off all that wine.” Mikhail stood, tossing the documents into the nearest trash.

“I know what I’m doing, my dear Misha. I’ve been fantasizing about this since before we even met… It’s my greatest wish, and what’s the best for Penacony- no, the world, even! Why must you be so cruel~?”

“…You’re not who I thought you were. Why.. Why would you even say that?”

“Mm.. Tell me one thing, then.” He rounded the table, until he was face to face with Mikhail. He then grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him even closer, grinning. “How long do you think a society under the Order’s rule will last? Hell, even with the most haphazard basis I can throw together in one night?”

“Don’t-“

“Answer me.”

“…A decade, at most.”

“Very well.” Gopher hummed, and let go.

“I say… Triple that, before it spreads to Penacony. At least a century after that until the downfall.”

“What are you planning to do..?”

“You’ll see.”

“You’re,, a psychopath. This will never work! Even if it somehow lasted for your entire lifetime, you’d never find a successor gullible enough to extend your little cult’s existence for that long.”

Gopher’s smile widened sinisterly.

“Cult? I prefer the word social experiment. Anyway, I should get going now. I heard the next town over has little contact with outsiders, and I’d like to get there before that changes.” He turned, and began to walk.

“Until we meet again, Misha.”

15. God is absolute.

After his second encounter with what seemed to be Xipe’s chosen one, Sunday felt completely drained. He hadn’t fully felt like a living, breathing entity since he was maybe six years old, but the mental haze that affected him worsened with each significant event that happened to him. He stumbled home at the same time that the sun began to peek over the horizon.

Despite the fact that he returned to sleeping on the couch after the night him and [Name] cuddled, he didn’t feel like sleeping alone at this moment.

Following several minutes of hesitation, Sunday opened the bedroom door, cautiously stepping in. Of course, his friend was sleeping peacefully, and luckily for him, deeply. The man stalked over to the closet door, which had been divided into halves to accommodate both his and [Name]’s clothes. He quickly discarded his current outfit, changing into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. The shirt rode up his stomach slightly, as he hadn’t ever found the time to poke wing holes into his casual garments; therefore, his wings were just hanging naturally.

He slowly sat down on the unoccupied side of the bed, pausing to see if the sleeping person would wake. When they didn’t, he made himself more comfortable, even pulling half of the blanket over himself.

That action caused [Name] to turn. Sunday was preparing an apology speech for waking them, but they were unbothered. They grabbed his arm, snuggling it. The halovian took a moment to process, upper wings tensing in surprise. He was still not used to being touched, but he’d feel too bad pushing them away. So, instead of getting any rest, he just awkwardly stared at them for hours, frozen in place.

Finally, [Name] yawned, attempting to stretch. They were stopped by the sensation of a warm, solid object being held between their arms. When their eyes shot open, they barely stopped themselves from screaming at the sight of Sunday, who looked at them with a tired frown.

“Sorry,, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just feeling unwell, and I thought…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

“It’s alright. I’m just, a little surprised. You don’t really seem like the type of guy who’d enjoy this kind of stuff.”

“‘Stuff’…?”

“Yeah. You know, like, closeness.”

“Really? Hm.” He turned his head away, deep in thought.

“I guess you’re right.“ He nearly whispered, pulling his arm away.

The silence that followed was painfully awkward. So much so, that [Name] decided to speak the first thought that came to mind:

“Can I touch your wings?”

“Sorry?”

“I want to touch your wings. They look super fluffy.”

Sunday narrowed his eyes, wondering where they obtained such courage. A halovian’s wings were just about sacred, and most only allowed those closest to them to do as much as stare at them for extensive amount of time. And still…

“You may. But, please be careful. They’re very sensitive, and tear easily.”

“Wait, really? I wasn’t really expecting you to let me..” [Name] was dumbfounded.

“I suppose so. The idea doesn’t make me uncomfortable, as I… Truly appreciate you. It feels like you’re the only person that has seen me as human in an embarrassingly long time. This is the least I can do to express my gratitude.” He leaned in closer, extending the wings on the side closest to [Name]. They didn’t speak, only reaching out to pet the wing sticking out from under his shirt. Sunday was surprised, as he figured they’d first pick the carefully preened, pristine, and intact wing on his head.

“It’s so soft..” they gasped, brushing a finger along the trimmed edge of the appendage. They then moved on to his upper wing, scratching behind it like one would with a cat.

Sunday metaphorically melted, gently collapsing onto [Name]. His eyes closed contently as his roommate continued their exploration of his features.

Unfortunately, their happiness didn’t last long. The distinct sound of wood being axed through snapped both people out of their relaxed state. Sunday jumped out of bed, and out the bedroom door. The sound was coming from the front entrance- which was stupid, as it was unlocked, much like any other door in the town. He crossed his arms, glaring at the widening hole in his door.

Upon completely decimating the wooden structure, a furious mob of followers of the Order barged in, carrying pitchforks and unlit torches. Sunday blinked in disbelief, if only for a couple seconds.

“You liar… Murderous whoreson of a cunt! How could you… How? Do you even realize how many people have lost or wasted their lives on your fuckass cult!? You will pay for this!” A man near the front screamed, spit flying onto Sunday as he did so. He wiped it off his face, giving his subjects a tired smile.

“My children, please. This must all be one great misunderstanding. I urge you to lay your weapons down, and explain to me what crime exactly you think it is that I committed.” He clasped his hands together, eyes closing inoffensively. Once again, his communication attempt was met with a slap.

“Misunderstanding? Hah. Tell that to The Devil! Tie him!” The man ordered, in response to which, the follower of Harmony stepped forward, rope in hand. As they stood parallel to Sunday, they opened their eyes for the first time. The blue outer ring transforming into a deep purple one didn’t look the least bit human, and neither did the grey sclera. If anything, such colors more closely resembled the written description of Ena, if only reversed.

It was then that it clicked.

Sunday began to twitch, in what seemed like the unfortunate moment where the psyche of a tortured man finally shattered. Hell, maybe that was accurate. He soon began to laugh, louder than he ever had before.

As he found himself preoccupied with that, Xipe gave him one last pitiful glance.

“I’m sorry.” THEY mouthed, beginning to bind his arms and wings.

[Name] gripped the edge of the bedroom doorframe. They had been observing for the entirety of the conflict, frozen. Perhaps, if the sea of people didn’t extend well past the confines of the house, they would’ve tried to help Sunday.

“See? He’s gone far past mad- Wait, should we do something about [Name]?” A villager questioned another, causing Sunday to cease his laughter.

“Absolutely. Burn the entire house down, everything he’s touched is tainted.”

“Are you insane? They’re pretty new. What do you think are the chances that they knew?” A third chimed in.

“[Name] didn’t know. It… It was all on me. I’m the one who lied to you. I deceived each and every one of you in pursuit of control. I corrupted the pure intentions of Gopher Wood, and, I ended his life via poison. I am the only culprit.” Sunday tensed, frantically looking around to see how many people believed his faux confession. Of course, only the first sentence was even remotely true. However, if he were to die today, there was no reason to drag the dead and the innocent along with him.

The villagers fell silent, looking between each other in a silent discussion.

“I believe him.” Xipe said, tugging on Sunday’s binds as THEY lead him towards the door, clearing a path through the mob.

The crowd followed, much like a herd of sheep would. This left [Name] alone, and confused.

When the silence became deafening, they hurried to follow. They figured that even if they couldn’t physically be that close to him during whatever was going to happen, then being there at all might make Sunday feel less alone. Even if what he’d confessed was true; which they didn’t fully believe, he did save their life. This was the least they could do for him.

Tears rolled down Sunday’s face, shining golden from the bright sunlight seeping into them. He was awarded the courtesy of choosing when he’d be ended, and he picked sundown. He’d been nailed to a cross, through his hands, wings, and shoulders. The fallen priest was in utter agony, and yet, he was quite alright with this.

Xipe took the same role Sunday had all those years ago; the killer. The villagers were seething, and craved nothing but blood. So, they all collectively decided Sunday was going to be nailed, burnt, and finally shot in the neck. Xipe offered THEMSELVES as executioner. No mortal deserved to have to live with the fact they were the direct cause of another human being’s untimely demise…

As THEIR lit torch approached the kindling, Xipe gazed into Sunday’s eyes once more. They smiled. It was barely visible, yet earnest.

Sunday returned the gesture, inhaling the last breath of fresh air he’d ever take.

[Name] kneeled in front of the charred, bloodied, and decaying corpse of Sunday. They didn’t even think he saw them in his final moments, ergo, they exposed themselves to his disgustingly brutal end for nothing.

They dipped their head, placing the bouquet of wild flowers they’d picked from the clearing which Sunday introduced them to, at his feet.

“Do you want to bury him?”

“…What?” [Name] turned, recognizing the voice as Sunday’s executioner.

“You cared about him. I doubt you want him to publicly rot for..What, a decade?”

“Yeah.”

“Stand. And take the flowers. I’ll carry him.”

And so, they did. In the same clearing the flowers had been picked from, [Name] and Xipe had buried Sunday. They didn’t mark his grave, deciding to finally let him rest.

“So? What will happen now? To everyone in the town, I mean. I don’t know about anyone else, but I have nowhere to go, and a town without a leader is a town without laws. But they’re all so violent…”

“Hm..Penacony has a place for all. Even with their violent tendencies, they can learn and grow.”

“So, why couldn’t Sunday?”

“Despite not knowing what he even believed in, Sunday thought he was nothing without Order. No matter what anyone could ever try, he’d refuse to change. It’s unfortunate, but, he should be allowed to make his own choices.”

“…But that’s so unfair.”

“Being forced into obedience would be equally unfair, no? Sunday died on his own terms.”

“I guess. It’s just, sad.”

[Name] received no reply. They felt as if the other presence had suddenly vanished, but didn’t bother to confirm this.

They laid down next to Sunday’s resting place, closing their eyes. They still struggled to comprehend how their life had taken such a horrible turn so quickly.

It didn’t matter now. [Name] yawned, rolling over onto the side they were most comfortable on. Upon waking, they’d set off to Penacony, where they would find a job and make a living for themselves. But tonight, they just wanted a semblance of a proper farewell to the cozy lifestyle they had grown so accustomed to, and to the man that made it all possible.

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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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PAIRING: dom!Jongho x sub afab!reader

RATING: 18+ (MDNI)

SUMMARY: You wanted to bring some food to your boyfriend Jongho, but you intentionally caught him pleasuring himself instead of working.

WARNINGS/ TAGS: dirty talk, blow job, cum eating.

DISCLAIMERS: english is not my first language, so excuse any grammar mistakes or akward wording, this is not meant to represent Jongho in any way.

A/O: i particularly like it... dunno haha, sorry if it's kinda short btw

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"Hey baby! I brought you some food-" you approached your boyfriend's studio, with a bag of snacks under your arm. You opened the door slightly, when you accidentally heard something different than his usual majestic vocals. You peeked, observing through the door crack, and suddenly saw his naked legs sitting on his chair, from behind, making your heart beating suddenly at a fast pace. You entered the studio, by slowly opening the door, and heading towards Jongho, walking on tiptoe, trying not to make any noises. The sight you were facing at was... incredible hot. You've never seen your boyfriend jerking off lonely, and he was OH SO loud. You looked at his head resting on the back of the chair, triggered by the immense pleasure he was feeling. His hand stroking his dick, moving up and down harshly while his tip was releasing his cum. You caught him during his orgasm. You were kinda surprised when he screamed your name while his cock was a completely mess.

"Fuck! Ah my baby y/n-"

"Jongho?"

He gasped, turning his head and looking at you, shocked.

"W-what are you doing here??"

You showed him the bag you were holding, despite your hand was trembling.

"S-snacks."

His heartbeat returned to a normal speed, once he realized that there was nothing wrong in you caughting him masturbing, being his girlfriend. He motioned for you to get closer, and kissed you on the lips.

"Thank you, my baby..."

Your cheeks turned red as you could finally see completely his big dick standing straight, his tip of an intense red and wetted by his recent cum. His veins pulsing under the hand with which he was still stroking himself slightly. You immediately looked away, embarrassed, didn't even knowing why you felt so weird.

Jongho giggled:

"My baby's acting shy, maybe she wants to help me." a smirk was placed on his face as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"B-but... here?"

"C'mon. You're always a good girl when you swallow every single drop of my white seed, you'd love to taste it, right?" He asked you, holding your chin with his fingers. God, you always fell on your knees at his duality: during the day he was incredibly cute, funny and caring, you fell in love with him at first sight for his cute cheeks and his muscular body. But when you had sex the first time... it was hard to deny that the entire next week, you just couldn't sit or even walk, for how hard he fucked you. You both were vergins, and you couldn't believe he would be so damn good at it. It ended up that the both of you are now obsessed with fucking each other, especially him: he love how good your pussy fits him perfectly, and obviously he melts everytime you suck his dick and eat his cum, the feeling of your wet mouth and your cute eyes looking at him while having his dick all down your throat? He never lasted longer than 3 minutes before cumming all over your face.

You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid a smile:

"Yeah i'd wish to have you inside me... you're so hot right now..."

"Gonna let me to fuck your pretty mouth?" He guided sitting you down on your knees, in front of him. You putted the beh next to you, completely forgetting about the reason you were in his studio. Your hands now resting on his tights as you started to salivary in your mouth.

"Can I start, Jjong?"

"Sure, let me feel how you can be such a good slut, only for my cock. Because you only want mine, don't you?"

"M-hm" You nodded. He was sooo fucking jealous, being his first girlfriend, and his first love, he wanted you to be only for him.

"Use your words, babe."

"Yeah, your cock is addicting!"

"Then fucking suck all of it."

You lowered your head, your mouth a few inches from his balls. You took your tongue out, and started to suck his testicles, while your hand was wrapped gently at his length. You could already taste the sweetness of his release, that taste that you such love to feel in your mouth. You raised your head at the same hight of his tip, and spitted on it. Then, fuck you took all of his dick down your throat, wrapping and rubbing your tongue against it. Oh yeah, you were such a good dick sucker.

"Fuck!! Baby! Always s-so good-"

You chuckled, with his cock still in your mouth, while your hands were caressing sweetly his legs. You moved your head up and down, rhythmically and speedily. You tried to look at his pleasured expression, despite your eyelashes were obstructing the sight. You took his dick out of your mouth, spitted on your hand and kept jerking him off quickly.

"You like it? Am i a good whore?"

"Yes! S-shit- keep it! fucking keep it-"

You now wrapped both of your hands around his length and sucked intensely on his tip.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, im coming!"

"Already??"

"Yesshit-"

"Then paint my pretty face with your cum, please."

He immediately reached his orgasm, he stretched his legs and arched his back at the unbelievable pleasure you were making him feel. His loud moans were so gorgeous.

"Oh- fuck. Yes, take my cum, babe." He take his dick in his hand and slapped it against your red cheeks. His release making your face a mess, all wetted by his white, thick, seed. He whispered something like: "You like it when i slap my cock against your skin, right? You fucking love it."

"Jjong... i love being your slut."

"You're not my slut, baby. You are my beautiful, sexy girlfriend."

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r0yalgrimmartz · 1 year ago

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✨️💛~FACTS/HEADCANONS I HAVE FOR MY DARLING WEE BABBY KORE MARKOS~💛✨️

Stuff that came to mind or headcanons that I think fit Kore well because I need to get this out of my system before I explode into millions of pieces.

There's probably stuff I have missed out or have forgotten but this is what I have got for her so far:

((this gonna be long so strap in))

✨️ Owns a black and white moggie cat back home named "Moomin" (or calls him "Moo-Moo" for short) and adores the cat to pieces - would die and kill for her cat, also absolutely misses him since going to Duel Academy. Definitely spoils her cat rotten when she goes home during the holidays.

💛 Kore is half Korean and half Greek (mother being Korean and father being Greek). Is surprisingly bilingual in four languages; Korean, Greek, Japanese and English. Was made to learn languages early on by her mother in order for Kore to be able to communicate with relatives and other people.

✨️ Can discolate her fingers, shoulders, knees and even her elbows. Rarely does this but Kore sometimes does this mainly to gross certain people out or freak them out. She pulls this shit with Chazz whenever he's being a pain - Chazz fucking hates it. Genuinely panicked and thought she was injured only to find out she does this randomly. Whenever she does this now, Chazz feels physically sick by the bone noises and hates it.

💛 Definition of having a personality of a racoon. Or a feral goblin.

✨️ Quite home-sick. Despite wanting to hopefully become a pro duelist (for her own beneficial reasons) and went to Duel Academy for the sole purpose, she does surprisingly miss home. Kore has never been able to adjust to new settings that easy. Like the first couple of days were fine but then it got to a point where she really feels home-sick. Luckily, with the help of her friends she feels at least better (plus her older brother is at Duel Academy too so she feels a bit more comfortable).

💛 Likes to design her Ra yellow jacket with some pins and the odd accessory. Definitely sanrio related or has cats.

✨️ Big fascination on collecting sea glass. Will search the beaches on weekends or maybe at the end of the school day to look for sea glass. ((This girl has like a drawer full of it.))

💛 Hands, fingers, wrists and legs constantly covered in band aids. Somehow ends up easily injured (dumb fuck).

✨️ Had like zero friends growing up(and the 'friends' she did have were not so great). Middle school life SUCKED. Kore has managed to find her own friends at Duel Academy and does get quite protective and clingy over them. Fears massively of being left behind or abandoned.

💛 Comes out with the most morbid sounding shit ever known to man. Like everyone could be having a normal conversation or you could be doing something and Kore would blurt out some...quite morbid thoughts and then the whole room is just silent af and awkward. Doesn't understand why you're looking at her with concern.

✨️ Kore used to own a super old af phone. It's cracked af, looks like it's been put through hell and back, has to bend the wire to charge the phone in a certain way, constantly has issues trying to turn the phone on and probably has to speak to the phone in a thick Swedish accent for it to even turn on. Uses the phone primarily to make calls, texts, or take photos of Pharoh the cat. Why doesn't she have a new phone? Well, due to her family's financial situation, Kore tends to settle with anything old and cheap (genuinely because she is unable to afford anything expensive and doesn't want to put strain on her parents). If it works, if it can make phone calls and texts, then no problem! Chazz has seen her phone and looked like he was going to see fucking God himself. Chazz had asked why she doesn't get a new phone but then he remembers both himself and Kore come from different status backgrounds. However, Kore had one day woke up and found a new phone suspiciously in front of her dorm room door still boxed and everything while Chazz was caught running out of the girl's Ra yellow dorm in a frantic dash. ((I'm aware that GX is set in like the early 2000's but I DON'T CARE))

💛 Heavily dislikes the taste and smell of tuna. Yet will happily eat salmon(??).

✨️ Has two closest friends named Miyu and Hanae (I will be sketching them at some point). Adores them both as they all pretty much act like sisters. A bit unhinged but they think they funny together.

💛 Kore did one time get herself and Chazz matching sanrio keychains (Kore has My Melody and Chazz got Kuromi). Chazz acts like he hates it with a passion and said to Kore it was silly. Yet when Kore tried to take it back Chazz protested and made such a huge fuss over it. Chazz actually carries it around, almost finding it thoughtful that Kore views him that highly.

✨️ Fiercely loyal to those she adores and cares about, and will absolutely fight someone tooth and nail for them.

💛 If something annoys her, or if a lot of things begin to bother up, Kore will tend to let that all bottle up and simmer. Kore tends to barely lash out and get angry, but once she hits a limit (could he even the slightest thing that pushes it and sets her off) she will lash out and get angry. She rarely ever does this, however as this has led to some upsetting arguments - which luckily she managed to repair - she'll let it all bottle up and end up crying in frustration.

✨️ Horrendous sleep schedule. She is not okay.

💛 If she's passionate about something she's interested in, she will talk for HOURS about it. To the point where you'd have to slowly sneak off while she's distracted.

✨️ LEGIT is lactose intolerant. Does she care? Fuck no don't be stupid. She'll gladly eat that block of cheese with grated parmesian and down it with milk if needed. Her line of reasoning - enjoy it now, suffer the horrific aftermath and deal with consequences later.

💛 Absolutely finds opossums and bats adorable.

✨️ Is a pretty decent duelist. Will hold her own in a duel, tries to take a more defensive approach when she feels as if she has her oppoment in a vulnerable position.

💛 Was obsessed with care bears from the ages of three to 12. Had all of the care beat plushies - I'm talking the originals and the care bear cousins. It was that bad. Luckily grew out of that phase. When she was very little, her dad was always forced to watch the care bears movies with her till she fell asleep at the end. ((Might be projecting and talking from personal experience. Specifically the care bears movie 2: a new generation. To my own dad, I'm so sorry- ))

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This is all I got, granted I might have missed some stuff out so...?? I might edit this in the future idk.

#my post #yugioh #yugioh gx #yugioh oc #ygo #ygo gx

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turtleduck-tea · 9 months ago

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Just reached Zuko Alone in my rewatch and god yeah no wonder this altered my brain chemistry when I was 13

It's the first episode I ever saw. Little me, in my grandma's house on vacation in Hungary, watching cartoons on the little old box tv she had in crappy hungarian dubs. I was never interested in atla before, but there was only one kids channel, and that's what came on, so I watched it. And god.

I had absolutely zero context at all, but it was an instant special interest and it hit with a force. I'd never experienced anything like that before, and haven't since. The autism gods looked down upon me and pried open my third eye to look at this sad fire boy. I also knew nothing about Zuko outside of that episode, but I didn't need to, I was deeply in love with him immediately (hey, listen, I was 13).

The wifi at my grandma's was a mythical being that only existed in legend, and as such I was unable to even look anything up about the show. I had nothing to fuel my new love and a whole month left there before I'd get to go home to my reliable internet connection. It was hard catching episodes daily too because we weren't just always sitting around at home, and this was before the days where you could rewind the tv. I made up possible plotlines in my mind. I hyperfixated on those. I was desperate.

But my god. I've never felt love so strongly before. I saw Zuko in my dreams (again, 13 year old kid). I turned 14 later that summer. I imagined he was there to celebrate with me. I was also exhibiting other signs of mental illness, strangely no one ever noticed. I made my grandma watch atla with me. I think she liked it.

And then, at last, summer ended and I got to go home. The moment we arrived after a 14 hour car ride I ran to my room and turned on my computer's life support (I had an old-ass box desktop and big computer box thing combo, handed down from my grandfather, and I was incredibly lucky for it). Finally I could get to watch the show that's been taking over every cell of my body. I hadn't thought of anything else even for a second all summer. I had entire AUs and fanfics planned despite knowing at most the bare minimum of what the show is actually about. Category 11 autism event. And at last here I was, and I found the episodes online in german, and hit play, and it worked!

And I managed to watch it for two minutes. Before I turned it off. Despite all my autism I actually had to turn it off, because even though I wanted nothing more in the whole wide world than to finally watch atla. The german dub sucks so much ass. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't.

So I turned it off. And I sat my ass down. And I started learning english. So I could watch atla.

And just to be clear. English was my worst subject. I was awful at it. But the german dub was so utterly horrid that it hyperfixation-fueled me into learning a whole ass language and I'm now more fluent in it than some native speakers. When I tell you I went from barely passing the class to writing whole fanfictions in MONTHS. Look at me writing this post. I don't even know how to write in german anymore.

So, yeah, Zuko Alone. If it'd been any other episode I probably wouldn't have ever become interested. Giving me that episode in that very moment was divine intervention. I needed that. This was supposed to be a short post but listen guys ZUKO ALONE. OKAY. I have feelings about this.

I was never the same (I was better)

#avatar the last airbender #atla #rambling. sorry #my only excuse is. have i mentioned the autism #my mom and i uaed to feed ducks when i was little #that was our thing #when i first saw this episode it was only 4 years after mom died and left me with my abusive dad #so in hindsight. no wonder it instantly rewired my brain #i saw a boy like me and said i need him #and then later i saw that boy grow and become better than his father was #and i think that's a very big part of why i'm alive today. and why i'm the person i am #just. this show man. this fucking show

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wakkoroni · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for the tag! These fics sound so good and I can't wait to have like a bunch of tags open with each of them.

Ah yes, wips, I have an endless amount of these. These will soon be posted, but how soon is out of my hands. That's a future me question. I'm a slow writer shh Hope you feel better Quo!

Damian's Bad Day (title might be changed) | Who knows?

Damian didn't have the energy to deal with his family this morning. Which says a lot because his family has a lot of energy, and he can tolerate them on good days. Today didn't start out as a good day. He stayed up late last night to finish some homework since he was benched until he brought his grades back up. He isn’t a bad student, quite the contrary, but this class is beating his ass. Essays due every 5 seconds with only a day to complete them, it’s stressful. Last night while they were all on patrol, he was sitting on the ground tearing his hair out. He stopped after considering the fact that Father would be mad if he caught him with bald spots and he settled with tearing old notes into little pieces. He noted the mess on top of his neatly placed sources for easy access to write his essay but didn't find the energy to care.

Renegade | As soon as the inspiration hits

Is Dick Grayson dead? Legally yes, he’s been presumed dead for God knows how long. In reality, he never really died. He’s perfectly healthy and well.

Is Robin dead? Oh yeah for sure. Even if he managed to get away from this cursed place, he’s definitely not going back to Robin. It hurt to admit that, giving up his family’s name. But after this, he is no longer the carefree child he used to be. He can’t be Gotham’s symbol of hope and the light to Batman’s shadow. Not after everything he’s done.

Tim's first attempt Day 17 | Soon hopefully

Tim has been stuck in this cursed fucking warehouse for weeks now. He’s been growing insane, and he hopes it’s because of the ‘being kidnapped’ situation and not the ‘being a guinea pig for Scarecrow’ situation. He really doesn’t want to know the side effects of all the fear toxins he tested. He doesn’t know how his parents would react if he comes home and finds out their son is now insane. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. But that’s not the point.

The point is that Tim wants out. It’s hard to get out, he’s monitored at all times. Scarecrow hired goons to keep track of him when he is busy creating new toxins. Plus he’s still using the diffusor, which sucks. Because he just feels like lead the entire time. The goons laugh at him, mocking him. Tim hated it so much, wanted to move and make them shut up, but he couldn’t DO ANYTHING.

Living to Please (also might be changed) | If I can write out the ending, it might be very soon

When Damian arrived in America, it was a culture shock to say the least. He was 10 at the time and although he was fluent in many languages, he struggled. He can forget words or not know the grammar rules. This would cause his English to sound choppy or as his classmates love to point out “out of a textbook”. Overtime, he found no need to communicate in his mother tongue, which upset him. Sure, he would use certain phrases to address other family members, but he never really had to use full sentences. Everyone expected him to speak English, and because Damian lives to please others, he spoke English. His father would sometimes spend time with him before patrol to expand his knowledge in English. He didn’t think that his accent bothered the people around him, but he knew it made him harder to understand.

There were times throughout his day where he would wish that he would lose his accent. He hated the remarks given to him at galas, or the side-eyes from other Gotham citizens. It bothered him. Sure it was something small and other people could look past it, but he was seen as different. He wasn’t different, he’s human despite what many may think. He grew up used to being seen as royalty, everyone obeyed him and gave him the proper respect. Though when his mom abandoned him in Gotham, everything changed. House rules changed, even his diet changed to more American food. He could always ask Alfred to make dishes from home, and he would, but they never taste the same. He missed his way of life.

These are all unedited, so y'all get the raw story. Don't worry. When they get posted, it'll be cleaned up and, hopefully, make sense. I have Grammarly downloaded and it really knows how to call me out

I really don't know who to tag so if y'all see this and you want to join in on the fun, go ahead and join us. That'll be my tag: to whoever wishes to join. :D

WIP Snippet Share Thanks @charmsandtealeaves for the tag! Snippets from a few WIPs coming up: All's Well That Ends Well Chapter 6 | Publishing hopefully next week.

From that day on, Lily was never unaccompanied. Even to the bathroom, “In case he ambushes you in the loo!” as Mary put it. With the combined vigil of Mary, Alice, Emmeline and Marlene, five communication attempts were successfully—venomously—quashed in the span of three days.

Expectation's Encumbrance Chapter 2 | This one is long overdue. Will hopefully be publishing this month.

“According to Miss Harriet, an unexpected guest arrived from Town yesterday. A friend of your Mr Lupin. And Mrs Lupin thought it prudent to increase the size of the party, as apparently he is used to grander gatherings than we.”

Between the Desire and the Spasm Chapter 1 | May?

Sirius barked another laugh, and Remus yelled, “Enjoy the train ride, mate!” Then James was looking at his own face again. “Assholes,” James had grumbled to himself as he shoved the mirror in his jacket pocket and began the walk to the train station.

After All This Time Chapter 1 | This month.

"The Ministry has found another Death Eater." "Yeah?" George nodded, mouth full of baked beans, and poked the newspaper laying open on the table. "Thorfinn Rowle." George had devoted himself to knowing everything there was to know about the capture of the Death Eaters that escaped after the battle at Hogwarts. He was especially interested in news of Augustus Rookwood, who had proved adept at evading the Auror department.

Tagging: @merlinsbbeard @liiilyevans @quotidian-oblivion @kay-elle-cee @ohmygodshesinsane (sorry if you've already done this)

#tag game #fanfic writing #thank you so much for the tag!#sorry if some of these don't make sense #I did say they were unedited

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years ago

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Day 17 — Phone Sex

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 1000

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names, phone sex, teasing, dirty talk, Sergeant kink, masturbation (m & f), orgasm denial, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Kinktober Masterlist

“I miss you so much, Bucky.” Your sultry voice murmured into the receiver.

“I miss you too, babydoll. I’ll be home soon from this mission, I promise. I can’t wait to show you how much I’ve missed my girl.”

You could picture his smile as you heard shuffling on the other end. It was him making himself comfortable on the bed, anticipating where the call was headed.

You’d already been comfortable on your bed in nothing but your underwear ever since you called him. Your fingertips caressed the skin above the hem of your bra while you talked. Imagining it was Bucky teasing your skin while he lay beside you and whispered in your ear.

“Babe, can we FaceTime, please?” You longed to see him: his handsome face and the rest of his impressive body.

“Let's speak. I had some phone sex in the 40s, and I would love to relive that experience with you, doll, if you don’t mind?”

“You had phone sex in the 40s?” You chuckled almost in disbelief upon hearing that. “I mean, it wouldn't surprise me. You were a huge ladies' man, after all.”

“Well, it was my duty to keep the ladies pleased.” You could hear the smirk in his tone.

“I wish you were here to please me, babe.” You softly moaned into the phone while ghosting your fingers over your covered slit.

“Me too, baby. But I’ll give you the next best thing.” He muttered in his deep and husky voice, making your clit tingle.

Your breath hitched as you put gentle pressure on your nerve, reliving some of the aching as you waited for him to talk you through it.

“Are you touching yourself, baby?”

“N-no, not yet. I-I’m just teasing.”

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I?”

“N-no, sorry.” You stopped immediately and placed your hand on your lower stomach.

“You’re gonna do everything I tell you to, right, doll?”

“Y-yes. Please, I want to touch myself.” You thrust your hips upwards in need and desperation.

“All in due time, my love.”

You whimpered at his denial, which made him chuckle.

“Take two fingers in your mouth and suck on them as you would with my dick, baby. Get them nice and wet for me.”

You swirled your head on the digits as you moaned into the phone, making Bucky groan as his cock twitched in his underwear—desperate for your slick mouth on him.

Every next command he told, you followed right along. Practically on edge the whole time as you waited for order after order.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to take those fingers into your panties and run them along your slit gently.”

You moaned into the phone, spurring Bucky to continue with his directions. Your sounds of pleasure were needed to get himself off as he wrapped his hand around his dick, slowly pumping his length from base to tip.

“Press your fingers on your clit and circle it. But not too fast, baby. I’m not done playing with you yet.”

You imagined it was Bucky as you played with your clit. Whimpering at the buzzing pleasure as you touched the sensitive nerve.

You could hear the sloppy sounds of his cock through the phone. The lewd noise aroused you further and made you move more harshly on your clit, despite not being told to do so. Your breath hitched, giving away that you’d disobeyed his order.

“Don’t disobey me now, doll.”

“S-sorry.” You stilled your movements.

“Sorry, what?”

“I-I’m sorry, Sergeant.”

“That’s better. Now, put the phone on speaker and take off your panties. You´re gonna need two hands.”

You placed the phone next to your head on the pillow and peeled off your panties, tossing them to the side.

“I-I’ve done it.”

“God, I can picture that pretty pussy, baby. So wet and desperate for my fingers and cock.” A deep groan sounded through the phone, making you flutter.

“Please, Sergeant.” You softly pleaded.

“Tease your opening, and slowly push two fingers inside yourself. Imagine it’s me next to you with my fingers in that sweet little cunt of yours.”

Your eyes closed and lips parted as you pushed them inside yourself slowly. Taking in the stretch of your walls and the feeling of fullness as they nestled deep inside you, tips brushing your sweet spot, making you thrust your hips into the air as you moaned.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“G-God, y-yes. Fuck, I wish it was you, Bucky.” You gently moaned.

“Oh, it’s me, baby. I’m right there with you. Fucking my pretty girl with my fingers.”

You closed your eyes as you moved and curled your fingers. Picturing him touching you instead of yourself.

“Bring your other hand to play with your clit.”

Putting pressure on your clit, your hips jerked at the intense stimulation as you inhaled a shaky breath. The combination of your fingers in your pussy, your clit being stimulated, and Bucky’s lewd commands skyrocket you to the edge of an intense orgasm. You lingered in that torturous purgatory as you played with yourself, waiting for his permission to come.

Your every moan and whimper went straight to his dick as he furiously jerked his length, chasing his orgasm, wanting to come with you.

“Please, Sergeant. I want to come.”

“Come for me.”

His permission allowed you to let go of the coil in your stomach, making you cry and convulse on the sheets as you completely fell apart.

Hearing you come for him made him let go as well, spurting his cum all over his hand and abdomen as he cursed your name into the receiver.

There was heavy panting on both ends as you came down together.

A rough chuckle sounded on his end. “Wow, that was amazing, doll.”

“Better than in the 40s?” You questioned breathlessly.

“So much better.” He chuckled.

“I love you, Bucky.” You yawned, eyes becoming heavy with sleep after your phone sex session.

“I love you too. Get some sleep, baby. We can FaceTime tomorrow.”

“Night,” you yawned as you made yourself comfortable, snuggling further into the soft sheets while his voice put you to sleep.

“Good night, doll. Sweet dreams.”

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blacksun-judar · 3 years ago

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Relationship headcanons with Haruchiyo Sanzu ❀

rating/warnings: second part is nsfw! mdni. mentions of knife and gun play, choking, degradation, dacryphilia, overstim and other mature themes.

notes: english is not my first language, so I apologize for any and all mistakes. I'd let this man do unspeakable things to me.

masterlist

• oh honey, what were you thinking?

• no really, you’re in for a ride.

• this man is unhinged in the best and worst ways imaginable and you’re his number one prey.

• i pin sanzu as someone for whom the concept of personal space simply doesn’t exist. he loves to touch you, not necessarily in a sexual way. but feeling your warmth grounds him and provides a sense of security. • all those drugs really mess with his head, so memory issues and mood swings are a given.

• he keeps track of important dates by writing sticky notes or setting reminders on his phone.

• doesn’t want to lash out at you but if he’s had an especially rough week even the smallest of things can tick him off. won’t harm you physically but by god this man has a foul mouth.

• i only really see sanzu working out with someone who accepts him for who he is. you may suggest he tone down the drugs or work a little less but don’t expect him to quit either. • he is a workaholic par excellence, so please understand if he has to prioritize bonten at times. • it’s not that he doesn’t want to spend time with you, quite the opposite actually. but living life as a criminal, there’s just things he can’t forsee.

• if you make him choose between yourself and bonten, he’ll 1000% go with the latter. • firstly, quitting bonten not only meant certain death for himself but it also put you at high risk of being hurt. secondly, if you truly loved him, you wouldn’t force such a decision on him.

• I mentioned this in another post but sanzu is a surprisingly good cook. he sucks at anything else domestic but preparing a dinner for you at least once a week is his way of making up for all those nights he couldn’t spend with you.

• despite what he seems, this man has a really gentle and playful side that only you really get to see.

• cute date nights at home playing video games or watching movies.

• sometimes he’ll even have you paint his nails or do his hair.

• likes going out for drinks and flaunting you around. if there’s people checking you out it fills him with a weird sense of pride. though they’d better not stare for too long.

• loves watching you do just about anything. you could be sitting at your desk reading a book or doing laundry and he’s completely enamoured.

• really into matching couple outfits.

NSFW

• freak. absolute freak.

• name any kink and there’s a 99,9999% chance he’s into it.

• definitely leans more towards dom but by god does he make for a good bratty sub too.

• likes it messy. like really, really messy. • if you’re a squirter. he’ll make sure to soak the sheets with your juices and won’t stop until you’re a trembling mess

• knife and gun play!!! you know he’d never actually pull the trigger but that small glint of fear makes him so hard. if you let him, he’d carve his initals into your pretty skin. and of course he’d be happy to have you return the favour.

• please tease him. a lot. sanzu likes a challenge and he doesn’t want you to just lie there lifelessly.

• let him know you’re just as into it as he is. tug his hair, scratch his back, bite his lip, anything.

• sometimes wears a cockring to keep him from cumming so soon.

• very high libido. doesn’t always act on his urges but he’s ready to go whenever you are.

• sanzu enjoys giving head as much as receiving. • definitely a head pusher because how could he help himself when your pretty lips feel so heavenly around his cock. you’re just so good that he barely lets you get a breath in. • sometimes he’ll tie your hands to the headboard and fuck your throat until there’s tears streaming down your face.

• again, loves the mess.

• if you’re on top, overstim him. he swears he can take it.

• very vocal and will degrade you to hell and back. nothing but filth leaves this man’s mouth and he absolutely needs to hear you beg for him. • one of these days your pretty little moans will be the death of him.

• definitely into choking. Because nothing beats the way your gummy walls tighten impossibly harder around his cock whenever his fingers are wrapped around your neck.

• surprisingly gentle after sex. whispers sweet nothings into your ear and loves taking a bath together.

#blacksun judar writes #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo akashi #tokyo revengers #sanzu x reader #sanzu hcs #tokyorev x reader #sanzu smut

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venomous--fics · 3 years ago

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@geekgirlofarchangels Requested: Hi! (I just wanted to say that I love your writing, it's amazing)😍

Can I request Eddie Brock x reader, who bake sweets for him, basically try to show her love for him in many ways in a day to day basis, and when she decides to tell him that she loves him, she sees him with Anne and misunderstand everything.

She panics, but ends fluff? Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language

A/N: No worries!! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!! Day 6! So many more to go!

"I think I need better piping tips." You said, looking over to Eddie for some reassurance.

The man had a one track mind, and right now, the only thing he could think of was the cookies you had in the oven. He's been staring at it for the last five minutes.

"A watched pot never boils." You said, finally catching his attention.

"And watched cookies never bake." he retorted turning around to look at the cake you'd be decorating, "I think it looks nice."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"You're not just being cute and nice, right?"

"What would I gain from lying? Name one thing."

"More sweets?"

"That is true, but I don't have to lie to get those."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you moved the cake to the other counter so that way you had room for the cookies. Before you, Eddie wasn't really the type of guy to have a sweet tooth, but oh boy you sure did change that. You worked at a bakery, and you were still practicing your skills any chance you got.

Eddie was a good and somewhat unbiased judge. He never lied to you, but he was never mean about anything either. If something needed worked on, he'd tell you nicely.

"Why are you stressing so much about your decorating skills anyways? I think you're amazing at it."

"My boss really wants me to start helping out in the decorating area..I was just worried that I was totally going to suck." You set your piping bag off to the side and wiped off your hands, "I just want to make sure I can do everything perfectly."

"You got this. It'll be a breeze for you. I mean, c'mon, look at it. It's really good."

You took a moment to really admire your cake. Yeah, it was pretty good.

Eddie really was so nice and loving to you. He was nothing like any of the other people you'd chosen to spend your time with before. Eddie actually wanted to do things with you, and he was constantly dragging you along for new adventures, and actually paid attention to your wants and needs.

You really liked him. Well, if you were being honest, you were really hopelessly in love with him. And you wanted to tell him, and you were sure he felt the same, but you really wanted to make it special.

Should you write it in icing on a cookie? Or maybe he was a bit tired of cookies. Maybe he'd expect you to do that since you're a baker and all. Maybe you should just tell him. Face to face.

You both left for work, saying your goodbyes and sharing a kiss or two. You were going to tell him after work. It'd finally be a weight off your chest to finally say just how you felt.

Despite having a seemingly normal day, you began to feel a little puzzled towards lunch. Normally, somehow, someway, Eddie always found his way to your work. It was bizarre how your lunch breaks always lined up, but you were sure he did that on purpose.

He didn't show up today, so you spent your break alone. You'd texted him to have a good rest of the day at work, but he never texted back. Maybe he just got busy, you told yourself.

You managed to clock out and make your way home, and still no response from Eddie. He wasn't even home yet. It was 6:45. Normally, he's home way before you. You shrugged it off as a late day at the office as you changed out of your work clothes.

Eddie got home at about 7:15 pm, and didn't say much as to why that was. He was his normal cheery self. He doted on you as usual, and you two ate together. Every thing was fine, but it didn't feel fine.

Things continued on like that for a few days. You had this persistent nagging feeling that Eddie was hiding something, and it was getting in the way of talking to him. It was getting far too annoying to ignore.

Today, one of your rare days off, you decided to hell with it. You were going to make Eddie a nice dinner and just tell him. Maybe then the nagging feeling would go away. Maybe you were just nervous because this was a huge thing to say, especially to Eddie.

You were making your way downtown, to the store, to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. Your list was short, so this really shouldn't take too long. You walked passed a café that you and Eddie frequented, and your body froze just a few steps passed the big front window. The hell was that?

You must've been seeing things. Surely you hadn't seen what you thought you saw, right? Not wanting to be seen, just in case your eyes weren't tricking you, you turned your body a little. You couldn't believe it. There was was. Even if all you saw was the back of his head, you knew it was him solely because of who was sitting across from him at the little table.

"Anne?" you asked yourself quietly.

She looked like she was in good spirits today. Her smile was warm and inviting as always, and it looked like she was chuckling at something Eddie had just said. You couldn't look away.

Why would he do this to you? Are you really surprised? After all, he did love her first. Maybe he never really loved you to begin with.

You made your way back to the apartment to gather your thoughts. There was to be a rational explanation for this. They weren't doing anything bad, but, you did find yourself worrying because...Well, you know, it was Anne.

For the first time in years, you felt angry. How could he do that to you? You should just leave and just call him later and tell him that you're never coming back. You froze halfway to the door once you realized what had really happened. Eddie chose her. And you knew that time after time he'd do it again.

You felt stupid. You felt a few tears slip out and you tried to fight them off, but that only seemed to make it worse. The door opened, and the sound of keys hitting the counter caught your attention.

"Oh!" Eddie said, "You're home! Good, I have- Hey, are you okay?"

You just stared at him.

He walked over, attempting to comfort you, but you took a few steps back, causing him to freeze. He looked wounded.

"Did something happen?" he asked, lowering his hands.

"I don't know," You said bitterly, "Why don't you go ask Anne?"

"Anne?" Then it registered, "Oh! Oh, no, babe, that's-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Eddie! How could you do that to me? How could you string me along and then just backstab me like that."

"No!" He really wanted to hold you, but he knew he had to refrain, "No, no, no! It wasn't like that. I swear!"

"I can't even look at you." You rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door. "God! I'm so, so stupid!"

Eddie listened to your slightly muffled yelling for a minute or two before moving over to the door to open it.

"I shouldn't even be here anymore!" You shouted, throwing open the door, "I have to go."

You tried to move past Eddie, but as a reflex, he grabbed your arm, "Please don't do that."

You tugged and pulled, but you couldn't wiggle free. He wasn't holding too tight, and he wasn't hurting you. You just couldn't get free, "Let go of me!"

"I swear I'd never do that to you!" He pleaded, "Will you just let me explain?"

You stopped fighting and just stared helplessly ahead, "What is there to explain, huh? You don't love me like I love you, so there's nothing left to talk about."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do! But it's obvious that you don't love me! So, just, let go!"

"I love you too!" He said loudly.

It's like the whole world stopped in that moment as your head whipped around to look at him. He looked like his whole world was about to end. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go down.

"I love you." he repeated, "I- I'm so sorry I didn't say it sooner. I..I got nervous so I, as stupid as it sounds, I went to Anne for advice."

Your whole body relaxed as you listened to him.

"I wasn't sure how to say it- Or, I guess, say it right." Eddie sighed a little, "I asked her what I should do. She was always better at this stuff. She gave me this bright idea of a movie and dinner...But it seems like that's all out the window now."

You realized your mistake, "Eddie, I'm sorry...I didn't want it to happen like this either. I had a plan too, and I guess I ruined it."

"I should've just told you. I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same."

"Wouldn't feel the same?" You wanted to sound offended at the thought, "Eddie, why do you think I do all these nice things for you? I wanted to tell you for ages, but I just couldn't."

Eddie let go of your arm, and pulled you into a hug. He hugged you like his life depended on it. You hugged back before sighing, "This really isn't how I wanted this to go."

"I know." he said, "Doesn't make it any less true, does it?"

You shook your head.

"I mean it. I really do love you. I just wanted to make sure I did everything right this time." He sounded disappointed with himself, "I guess I'm always going to screw some things up."

"That's okay." You reassured, "I don't know if you noticed, but I ruined this whole thing. Your plan, my plan. All of it."

"I wouldn't say ruined." Eddie pulled back to look at you, "I'd just say this was a little out of the ordinary."

"Do you still want to go out for dinner? Is that still in the cards?" You asked curiously.

"Of course. Why don't we just take a breather for a little bit."

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #venom imagine #venom x reader

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cyncerity · 3 years ago

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Could you do a Bench Trio vore story? its fine if you can't, just wondering <3

I wrote this all in one afternoon, god help me

First actual story for the Bet on the Crown au and it’s gonna be vore, woo!

I swear I’ll get around to doing something involving Phil, y’know, the most important character in this au, but for now I wanna write bench trio.

Also I’ve had this idea in my head for a while so this gives me an excuse to write it.

tw: vore, hard vore mention (none happens), very long cause I’m an incompetent writer who can’t cut unimportant shit out, general angst, this qualifies as hurt->comfort I think?

Tommy sucked in a breath nervously as his fist hovered just in front of the carved and (in his humble opinion) overly fancy silver-embellished door. What was he doing. It was four in the morning.

Truth be told, he had never wanted to be in this situation in the first place. But here he was, up and about in the middle of the fucking night, a few seconds away from knocking on the two princes’ door.

Techno had said that it would be a good idea for Tommy to spend some time in Enderia with the two princes after they all had kind of hit it off. Honestly, he was pretty sure that Techno was just trying to get him out of the palace for a bit so he could get some alone time. But that didn’t matter at the moment. He had only met Ranboo and Tubbo twice (and may he say for business reasons only, not just to hang out as pals or whatever normal kids do) when Techno arranged what he called a “sleepover” and dropped him off at the front steps of the Ender prince’s palace and told him he’d be back in a week to pick him up. Supposedly, this had all been approved and shit, and Tommy knew that it would be a good influence on his citizens and their views towards magic folk, but it was still nerve wracking.

Firstly, nobody here spoke English as a first language. Sure, Ranboo did, and many other Endermen did, too, but he couldn’t put into words how strange and frankly disturbing it was to walk down the rows of a bustling marketplace and hear inhuman warbles and hissing instead of speaking. Not that Tommy wanted to be offensive, but the native language here sounded like a cat screeching mixed with the melting vocal chords of a human being burned alive (ok that may be a bit offensive). Not pleasant at all, don’t ask him how Tubbo could stand it.

Secondly, Tubbo, who he could not understand by no fault of his own. Their species just…weren’t meant to communicate. Not that the smaller prince didn’t seem nice. In fact, weirdly enough, it was usually easier to be around him than Ranboo. Not that Ranboo wasn’t a good guy, he was just really awkward and, frankly, sucked at talking to people, Tommy included. So Tommy wasn’t looking forward to spending a week alone with a someone who he couldn’t understand and someone he didn’t know how to talk to. And it’s not like the palace workers were much more talkative.

Thirdly, the palace was too damn big. Which led to Tommy’s current predicament: trying to find his god damn guest room in the seemingly endless sea of hallways that made up the castle. He had got out of bed to use the bathroom (which he thankfully remembered the location of) and hadn’t paid much attention getting there, and had been wandering around looking for his room for close to a half hour at this point. It also didn’t help that the castle was a bit unsettling when the sun was still up, so at night, it was terrifying.

The ornate and gothic architecture and carvings lined the too-tall walls (specifically constructed for Endermen), all painted dark purples and black, made it near impossible to see, save for the little bit of moonlight reflecting off of the silver accents in the walls. The only solice he got was that he wouldn’t run into anything in the dark, since the furniture in the palace was almost double the size of what he had at home, therefore big enough for him to see despite the lack of light. Again, don’t ask him how Tubbo dealt with any of this. And he thought Phil had it rough with his small stature in a normal human sized home. How Tubbo, who was a good bit shorter than Phil, put up with living in a palace this big without having an anxious breakdown was beyond him.

As he walked further, he could hear the nauseating hisses of other high ranking Endermen in other rooms through the walls, talking about who knows and who cares what. He thought about interrupting them and asking for directions for all of two seconds before realizing that 1: they’re probably doing important shit and don’t want some human kid interrupting it and 2: they probably didn’t speak much English anyway. He was close to calling it a night and sleeping on the ground for the rest of the night, royal status be damned, he was exhausted.

Until finally, finally, he noticed a familiar door, only sticking out to him because earlier that day when he’d been given the tour of the castle (that in hindsight he should have paid more attention too), he’d noted internally that the door was ridiculously rich and stuffy looking, even by his royal standards. Ranboo had said it was his and Tubbo’s bedroom, and that if he needed to find them past dusk, they’d be here. So technically, Tommy had full permission to wake them up, since he really needed them to help him. On the other hand, nobody likes being woken up at ungodly hours, especially not by a guest he wasn’t even sure they wanted. But his tired frazzled mind was quickly favoring the idea of a bed over the embarrassment of waking up the two most powerful people of this country just for directions.

So, he finally made a decision, and knocked.

Nothing.

He knocked again, louder.

…

Damn, shouldn’t at least one of them have woken up? He’d at least expected Tubbo. He’s tiny, he’s got little ears, pounding on a door would be like hearing a battering ram to him, what gives?

At this point, Tommy made a serious lapse in judgment, not thinking for a second that it’d be rude, and just took it upon himself to open the door. He was too tired to deal with this shit, maybe he could just shake one of them awake. They wouldn’t need to be up for long, just long enough to point him in the right direction. Hell, just long enough to tell him where the servants quarters was so he could get one of them to lead him back, anything-

Why was the bed empty?

Tommy didn’t know what he expected to find when he opened the door. Actually, fuck that, he knew exactly what he expected, and that was for the princes to be asleep, hence why they didn’t open the door for him. But…no. There was only one bed, and no one was in it. In fact, it was perfectly made, as if no one had been in it. Something in the back of Tommy’s mind urged him to just lay in it so he could get some rest. The forefront of his mind was focused on the fact that oh shit oh fuck the door was unlocked and the princes are missing.

Oh fuck. Fuck. We’re they kidnapped? Was kidnapping normal for Enderia? Tommy was the newcomer here, if the princes disappeared, he’d be to blame. Him being human didn’t help. His kind had never been good to magic folk like Endermen, and were arguably worse to faes like Tubbo. He’d be blamed. He’d be thrown in jail and tortured for information on something he had nothing to do wi-

Hissing. That’s what snapped him out of his panic; the light, quiet sound of hissing.

He looked around the room, but didn’t know where the sound could be coming from, until he realized that there were doors around the room, and saw a sliver of light coming out from under one.

Well, now he just felt like an idiot.

He walked towards the door, the hissing getting louder with each step, and knocked again. No response, but at least this time he could be sure that one of the princes was sleeping. He was still lucid enough to realize that the hissing was some form of snoring for Endermen, meaning that Ranboo was in here. He couldn’t be sure where Tubbo was, but screw it. He was probably asleep, and he was small, he’d be harder to find than Ranboo. So Tommy swung open the door, immediately spotting Ranboo, laying horizontally on a plush armchair with a calm smile on his face, hissing lightly, hand draped over his middle which was-

Tommy froze.

His breath felt like lead in his chest, he felt the blood drain from his face, he knees started to shake and his hand almost slipped off the door knob with how much they had started sweating. Oh gods.

The room, which had seemed like a normal study upon first opening the door, now looked like a scene from a nightmare. A tall skinny lamp was illuminating the room from a corner, showing the desk that took up most of the room in more detail than Tommy had seen anything in since the sun went down. The bookshelf next to the lamp remained undisturbed, along with a small soft looking hammock-chair thing that hung from the ceiling next to the desk, probably meant for Tubbo to sit in so he could be with Ranboo without being in his way. The desk itself was what made Tommy’s blood turn to ice.

What he had at first glance assumed was just a messy desk now appeared much more sinister. Upon closer inspection, the papers weren’t just a bit disorderly. They were everywhere. Some slightly torn, wrinkled, on the ground, shoved everywhere, all only having one thing in common; they were shoved away from where Tubbo’s chair hung. The closer the papers were to the chair, the more tattered they looked, and Tommy knew that there was no way that was a coincidence.

This wasn’t a mess from Ranboo being disorganized…

This was a fight.

Something happened. Something must have happened. Ranboo and Tubbo got along so well when he’d met them less than a week ago. At least, he assumed they did. Despite not being able to understand the fae, whatever he said to Ranboo had always brought a smile to his face or a blush to his cheeks when Tommy had seen them. The Enderman had never once handled Tubbo roughly, pushed him aside, or talked down to him. He seemed to love his husband.

Whether that was an act or not didn’t matter anymore. There Ranboo was, lying on the chair, a smile spread across his lips, hand over his stomach, with Tubbo trapped inside.

Tommy couldn’t breathe. He watched with horror as the skin of Ranboo’s gut glowed from the inside: a light, muted green that he had seen in person enough to identify, even if it was dimmed by the inches of muscle, skin, and fur that surrounded it. He could see a silhouette inside the prince, sourcing the light. The outline of transparent wings, the mid length fluffy hair that now seemed to be pulled up in a messy bun revealing the shape of one normal pointed ear and one half gone and mangled one, there was no way this wasn’t Tubbo.

From inside he could see Tubbo flittering about in the small space of the organ, slamming his body against the roof of his fleshy prison and shoving and kicking at the walls to no avail. He ricocheted his body against any surface he could manage, desperately slamming into the floor and walls now, too. And nothing worked. Ranboo remained asleep, that calm smile still on his face despite Tubbo’s struggles. Tommy had half a mind to be furious that Ranboo feel so calm while Tubbo was clearly so scared.

Tommy slapped a hand over his mouth to quiet his heavy panicked breathing, despite fully knowing that if pounding on a door wouldn’t wake Ranboo, his breathing sure as hell wouldn’t. But he couldn’t think any better than he could breathe at the moment. His mind just kept replaying what must have happened. He looked back towards the desk.

He could picture it clear as day: Ranboo, doing simple mindless paperwork, a dull chore Tommy had found himself doing countless times as a royal responsibility, when Tubbo flew up to his seat next to his husband. Who knows how long the two sat there, Tubbo being completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. Being completely unaware that the man who he had sworn himself to in matrimony would soon decide to end his life. Maybe it had started in an argument, where Ranboo got fed up and grabbed Tubbo out of his seat, shoving his papers out of his way and swallowing the fae whole. Maybe it had been peaceful, with no clear indication or build up that anything was wrong; maybe Ranboo had been planning to kill him for a while, and acted too quickly for Tubbo to defend himself. He felt like one of those crime shows that told the story of how and why a person was murdered. He wondered if he would be interviewed for one of those shows when the news got out: after digestion finally kicked in and Tubbo stopped struggling, stopped everything, and faded away within the man who had once loved him. Would Ranboo even be caught? Was there evidence, besides Tommy himself as a witness?

Wait, what was he doing? There wouldn’t be an interview, there wouldn’t even be a murder, because it was right there happening in front of him, and he could stop it. He could see Tubbo, still trying to fight his way out of the body of his now almost murderer, still alive and kicking. And Tommy was gonna make sure it stayed that way.

He slowly crept towards the chair, kneeling down in front of it and leaning close to Ranboo’s midsection, as awkward as it made him feel. From this close he made two morbid realizations.

One was that Tubbo was screaming. From inside the stomach he could hear a rapid yet muffled bell-like ringing. He remembered Ranboo once telling him how impressed he was at how easily Tommy could tell Tubbo’s tone despite not being able to hear his actual voice. Tommy had never heard Tubbo that distressed before.

The second was that every time Tubbo hit the stomach, there was a low vibrating gurgle. Shit. Did that mean that digestion was starting? No way in hell it meant Ranboo was hungry, Tommy could clearly tell that he should be feeling very full at the moment. He’d better make this quick.

“Tubbo?” Tommy whispered. Tommy saw the silhouette of Tubbo’s head whip towards him. ‘Good, that means he can hear me.’ he thought. “It’s gonna be alright, big man, I’m gonna get you out of there, you’re gonna be alright…” Tommy continued to mutter soft reassurances to Tubbo as he tried to reason what to do. Meanwhile, Tubbo had stared to throw himself at the side of the organ he had realized Tommy was standing by, and the human realized that it had become just a bit easier to hear the ringing. Was Tubbo screaming louder? Probably. Maybe he was concerned Tommy couldn’t hear him well enough.

Eventually Tommy settled on just trying to push up on Ranboo’s stomach. With a few words of warning to Tubbo, Tommy placed his hands just under where he could see Tubbo and started to push up, not seeing the fae holding his hands out and shaking his head.

Almost immediately, the stomach let out a loud and painful sounding gurgle. Tommy quickly retreats his hands back, holding them up in surrender until the noise stops. Tommy looks up. Ranboo’s smile is gone, but he’s asleep.

Tommy doesn’t stop.

He puts his hands back where they were, pushing up again, and notes how Ranboo’s legs shift a little to pull them closer to himself. Notes how the hand over Tubbo tightens, fingers latching onto the thin layer of fur. Tommy grits his teeth and pushes more.

Eventually Tommy looks back at Ranboo’s midsection. Tubbo is seemingly squished up into the fetal position, since Tommy has been compressing the already limited space he had. He’s stopped screaming but is violently shaking his head back and forth, trying to tell the human to stop. Tommy drops the pressure immediately before leaning back over him. “Ok, that, uh…I’m gonna be honest, that didn’t really work.” Tommy’s hears a high, seemingly pissed off, sounding ring in response. “But! Don’t worry! I have another plan, something has to work!” Tommy said, hoping Tubbo didnt hear the desperation in his voice.

…He got an idea.

Ok, if this didn’t work, he didn’t know what would. As gross as this was. He leaned Ranboo’s chin down and looked into his open mouth. Shit. Fuck, this was so gross. He looked back to Tubbo, who was now just sitting still, probably trying to figure out what was going on from audio ques only. Alive still, but probably not for much longer. Tommy didn’t care how gross this was, he wasn’t going to let Tubbo die because he was squeamish. With that last though, Tommy stuck two of his fingers down Ranboo’s throat.

Tommy watched as Ranboo’s body thrashed, and Tubbo was unceremoniously thrown around in the convulsing stomach as it seemed to shrink in on itself and push him upwards. Yes! Finally, something was working! Tubbo was gonna survive!

Any momentary feelings of success were cut off as Tommy felt a hand clamp around his wrist.

Had he not been so concerned with Tubbo getting out of this whole situation alive, Tommy may have realized that if he wanted Ranboo to stay asleep, it probably would have been smart to remove his fingers from the prince’s mouth. He felt the hand draw his fingers out of the throat and when Tommy turned, dichromatic eyes met his.

“What are y-“ Ranboo tried to get out before suddenly stopping and letting go of Tommy’s hand only to press his hands to his throat. Tommy was confused for a second before he saw the green glow come up from between Ranboo’s collarbone and continued traveling painfully slow up the throat. It worked! Tommy’s stupid risky plan had worked, Tubbo would survive-

Wait shit Ranboo was choking-

He watched the taller prince start to panic as he threw himself off the chair and onto the floor, sitting on his knees and hunching over so he could let gravity do the work in spitting out the fae. He desperately clawed against his throat, shoulders heaving as he attempted to cough out Tubbo so air could be sucked back into his lungs, before realizing that it wasn’t working and resorting to leaning back and swallowing shallowly over and over in a last ditch effort to get him anywhere that would let Ranboo breathe again.

Tommy, despite not being happy with Ranboo at all at the moment, did not want to watch one prince die just to save another. He ran behind Ranboo and linked his hands together just below the Enderman’s rib cage and started trying to perform the Heimlich, praying to any god listening that Ranboo’s anatomy was similar enough to a human’s that it would work.

Thankfully it did, and moments later a very slimy and wet fae was unceremoniously spat out and quickly caught in Tommy’s waiting hand, and Ranboo was left to fall to the ground and cough, his lungs forcing in as much air as possible. Tommy took the time to hold Tubbo tighter against him and run. He ran and slammed the study door behind him, dragging over a way too heavy chair and pushing it in front of the door. He frantically looked around the room for something to defend himself and Tubbo with, but the best he could find was a heavy paperweight. Speaking of Tubbo, he subconsciously realized that the screaming had returned and the fae was pounding on his chest where Tommy was holding him.

He opened his palm further and Tubbo shook the spit off his wings before hovering to reach Tommy at face level and continued screaming, sounding…angry? Why would he be angry?

“The fuck are you mad at me for?? I just saved your fucking life, you’re welcome by the way!” Tommy said, exasperated. Tubbo stopped, stared him in the eyes with the most blatant “I’m done with your bullshit” look he’d ever seen (which means a lot given that he lives with Technoblade), and turned and flew towards the door to the study. Tommy tried to run over and stop him but before he could get there, a small yet very shocking explosion went off near his feet, causing him to jump backwards and fall over. He looked up to see Tubbo using the same type of explosion to knock the chair over and entered the study, where Tommy could see that Ranboo was still on the ground, breathing heavily.

Tommy was scared for his life when he saw Tubbo fly in front of Ranboo’s face. He got up and fully braced himself to have to knock the Enderman in the head with the paperweight when he saw Ranboo’s hands gingerly come up from underneath Tubbo. The fae’s wings stopped immediately, fully trusting the hands underneath him to catch him. He was brought up closer to Ranboo’s face, which only displayed worry and pain at the moment, and Tubbo responded by placing his hands and forehead on Ranboo’s nose and saying something, the light calm jingling barely audible to Tommy from so far away. “Are you sure?” Ranboo responded. “He could’ve hurt you-“

Tommy’s confusion was replaced with anger. “I could have hurt him?!” Tommy yelled, making both Ranboo and Tubbo snap their heads in his direction. He walked closer. “Im not the one who trapped someone inside them! I didn’t try to eat anyone! How did I hurt him? I wasn’t the one who was sleeping peacefully while someone they love was trying to rip them open from the inside out!!” At the last remark, Ranboo turned to Tubbo with a confused look on his face. Tubbo shrugged, and responded with what Tommy could only guess was “I’ll tell you later.” They both looked back up to Tommy.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re in here in the first place, but I’m going to assume you did all of…that with the best intentions in mind.” Ranboo started, standing and inching closer to Tommy, Tubbo now cupped in only one hand as Ranboo reached the other out towards Tommy, like someone reaching a hand out to a feral animal to see if it would bite. “But I need you to understand something: I would never willingly put my husband in a situation where he could die. I love him, and that won’t change. I was never going to hurt him!” He seemed desperate to make sure Tommy believed him. Like that was going to work.

“Bullshit!” Tommy yelled. “If he was safe, what’s up with the mess at the desk? Your stomach growling every time he moved? Him pounding on the walls and screaming at the top of his lungs to get you to wake up? You can’t just eat things safely, that’s not how it works-“ “I can, though!” Ranboo interrupted, sounding more desperate than before. “I literally can! Endermen can do that!!” That halted Tommy’s next comment. He looked to Tubbo, who nodded. “Explain? And explain the rest of that shit I mentioned, too, you’re not off the hook yet. The only reason I’m even giving you a chance to explain this is because Tubbo seems to believe you about the whole ‘safe cannibalism’ thing.”

Ranboo sighed, the tension in his shoulders dropping a bit. “Ok, firstly, it’s not cannibalism. Tubbo and I aren’t even the same species. Secondly, Endermen have storage stomachs. When we’re born we’re really tiny, and the pouches are how our parents carry us around. So it’s safe for living things, like Tubbo.” “You realize that if it’s purpose is to store other Endermen it is a safe cannibalism thing, right?” “Tommy do you want an explanation to the rest of this or not?” Tommy shut up.

“Anyway, the papers were Tubbo’s fault. I was at my desk doing work, and he asked if I had eaten yet today, because I have a bit of a problem with forgetting to eat. After I said no, he decided that I was done doing work and needed to go eat. He messed up all my stuff and got papers everywhere, and it took him like a half an hour to mess everything up bad enough that I gave up on paperwork.” Tommy noticed that Tubbo looked absolutely smug with victory as Ranboo said this. “But at that point it was too late to go and get actual food, and I didn’t want to walk to the kitchen cause it was far away, so Tubbo suggested that I just…eat him? Not actually eat! But having something in my brood pouch would soothe the hunger pains until morning. But since there wasn’t and still isn’t food in my actual stomach, I’m assuming that’s why you, uh…heard it…..gurgling.” Ranboo winced and his face darkened with embarrassment over having to talk about that.

“Plus, we..uh...kinda usually sleep like this. We figured out pretty early on that if we sleep in the same bed I usually end up on top of him, and neither of us want that, so this just…works better.” Ranboo’s face was dark before, but now the lighter side almost matched the other with embarrassment by the end of that explanation, but Tubbo just nodded along, as if he didn’t find a single thing Ranboo said strange at all. “But the ‘pounding on the walls and screaming?’ I have no idea.” Ranboo said, looking down at Tubbo. Tubbo huffed and stood up, flying up to sit on Ranboo’s shoulder to explain himself. After about five minutes of Tommy listening to bell noises Ranboo spoke back up. “Ok so,” he turned to Tubbo, “and let me know if I’m getting anything wrong here, cause you just gave me the quick re-cap,” he turned back to Tommy. “Apparently Tubbo had been asleep, but woke up when he heard you pounding on the door and panicked, since no one knows we do this. He was trying to wake me up so I could hide the fact that he was in there, or spit him out, or something so we wouldn’t get caught. Unfortunately, I’m a really sound sleeper, and it didn’t work. Double unfortunately, you might’ve been able to see Tubbo, but he couldn’t see you. He didn’t know you could see him struggling to wake me up until you actually announced yourself, and at that point you were too far into your rescue plan to think about what he was trying to mime to you. By the end of it he knew that you were gonna end up doing something, so he just sat and waited for you to either wake me up or shove him back up my throat. And I think we’ve realized it was the latter.” Tommy processed it for a moment, and vividly remembered Tubbo shaking his head at him when he first attempted to get him out of the stomach. He thought he meant that it wouldn’t work, not to just stop trying all together. But then again, why would he have? He couldn’t have known.

“Oh.” Was all Tommy could say. Ranboo came up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s ok, man. You had no reason to think this was normal, especially as a human, I’m sure you don’t see stuff like this often. Hell, we don’t either. We might be the only people why do this. Honestly, it just shows how good of a guy you are, trying to save Tubbo’s life, even if he wasn’t in any actual danger.” Tommy looked up, and saw Ranboo smiling down at him. He also saw Tubbo lean and whisper something into his husband’s ear, which made Ranboo laugh. “Tubbo also wants you to know, for future reference, he can handle himself, and that if he was ever in any real danger of being eaten that he could very easily survive. Don’t ask how, he didn’t specify and I don’t want to know.” Tommy laughed.

“I’m sorry-“ “Hey, now, none of that. This never happened, you have nothing to be sorry for, just forget about it. Also if any of the council people ask, me and Tubbo sleep like normal people. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you come in here in the first place?” “Oh, right!” Tommy perked up, suddenly remembering what had started all of this. “I, uh, got lost, I didn’t know which way my room was. I just needed directions. Well, need, I still don’t know my way back.” He had almost completely forgot why he even came in the room. It sounded so stupid after everything that had just happened.

“I get it, this place is a maze. Took me like six months to figure it out. And I still don’t think Tubbo knows how to get around, that’s why he clings to me.” Tubbo angrily jingled from Ranboo’s shoulder. “No you don’t.” He responded before looking back to Tommy. “You want to get breakfast on the way back to your room?” “Su- wait, breakfast??” “I mean, look outside the window.” Tommy turned towards the window behind the still neatly folded bed, and saw the sun starting to rise in the sky. “Holy shit, how long have I been in here?” Tubbo whispered to Ranboo again. “Tubbo says it’s been like, around and hour and a half give or take since you knocked. So there should be some food in the kitchen, even if it’s not a huge royal banquet thing. Then you can go back to sleep at the guest room.” “That sounds good, I’m not the fancy type of king to get a huge breakfast buffet every morning, but are you sure? Isn’t there, like, shit to do that I shouldn’t be asleep for?”

Ranboo shrugged and looped an arm around Tommy’s shoulders, leading him out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Don’t worry about it. Honestly, I kind of need more sleep, too. I hadn’t been asleep for long before you woke me up, and I’m sure Tubbo got even less sleep. Whatever the council wants us to do can wait till tomorrow.” Tubbo nodded in agreement before using Ranboo’s arm as a slide to slip down from his shoulder to Tommy’s, leaning against his neck. Tommy looked down at him and smiled, knowing that the small gesture showed Tubbo forgave him for the whole incident, too.

And if some random servant looked into Tommy’s guest room later and saw all three boys asleep in a pile on the bed, surrounded by empty snack bags and the remains of random fruits, they simply closed the door and let them sleep.

#cyncerity #cynwrites #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore #bet on the crown au #it’s been a while since I’ve written something hasn’t it?#huh #anyway I’m proud of this #also there’s one anon that asked for bet on the crown vore hcs and I hope you like this #I’ll probably get around to that but I feel bad cause they said they were sick and I completely forgot to answer that ask #so if that anon is reading this I hope you’re feeling better <3 #ya have no idea how long this has been in my head #*i meant y’all but ya works to ig #soft vore #safe vore

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close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

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