#gonna perish into a corner now

[tac0soupps]

Just think they are cute

[purpleponder]

I hate it when you’re sick and your mouth is dryer than the sun but when you drink water it doesn’t taste right

[konigofmyheart]

kiss and tell 🎀

könig x reader fluffy drabble <3

warnings: none, unless embarrassment counts

it’s a tiny bit sad in the middle but then we get silly again :)

horangi makes an appearance too!

word count: ~1,400

turns out your husband, könig, isn’t that good at keeping you a secret…

you used to be a night owl, until you met könig. he kinda got you used to his soldier sleep schedule (up at 5 am, in bed by 10pm, when he wasn’t out in the field and forced to go days without sleeping). you were cursing your well adjusted sleep habits now, though, tugging your blanket around your shoulders as you see könig off at the door. it’s near 12 am, your neighborhood is quiet and still, but könig is as alert as ever.

you’d been out having a drawn out, romantic dinner when he’d been called on, but it was an urgent matter, so you two immediately went home so he could shower and pack. he always gets all focused and serious in times like these. he’s going on about the usual safety reminders-

“lock the door at all times, liebes” “don’t go out too late. invite your friends here instead.” “turn your scented candles off before you leave… on second thought, maybe just don’t use them at all? you’re a little forgetful sometimes”

-and you just smile sleepily at him, watching him adjust his bulletproof vest. of course to fully get into könig mindset, he’d gear up before leaving. your neighbors always turned in early, so he wasn’t worried about them seeing some scary soldier exiting your house, leaving them to wonder if that guy was friends with your tall as a tree, yet gentle husband. you’d already changed out of your favorite (and könig’s too) red dress, but you still hadn’t removed your makeup, opting to fuss over könig’s packing instead.

just as he taught you about bettering your sleep cycle, you taught him of accepting commodities and being cared for. now his pack has his usual stuff, plus on the go hygiene products, non perishable snacks (he has a weakness for these dark chocolate granola bars), and little mementos that are his guiding light through these trying missions. <3

now, huddled together at the doorway, you can’t help but tug him down by his vest for a kiss, pressing your lips over his through his mask. he makes a little noise of surprise, having been cut off mid safety rant, but he instead lifts his mask to kiss you “i’ll always come back to you, even if i have to crawl” (never “bye”) properly. the space between you warms as you kiss each other with all the love you have, damn near creating your own dimension where just the two of you exist. you know it only makes it harder for him to leave though, so you act as the rock, gently pulling back before wiping your lipgloss from his lips. “you’re gonna be late, love”, you whisper, discretely blinking away a tear when he glances at the clock on the entry table. “right as ever, königin”, he smiles as he straightens his mask picking up his duffel and helmet in one hand.

“redo of our date night?”, he asks, turning the door knob with his free hand and stepping over the threshold. you cross your arms over your chest, tugging your makeshift robe closed as the night chill from the open door sweeps in. “next weekend”, you declare confidently, full faith in your husband, secure in the knowledge that he’ll always make it back to you. the rest of his departure goes by in a blur, from the kiss he blows you before climbing in his car, to you locking the door after waving til his car turned the corner. a successful send off, you sigh as you head to shower and do your skincare before passing out for the night.

unfortunately, there was one little detail you both forgot…

könig strides into the base, heading straight to his office to grab some files needed for the mission briefing. he’d meant to get those documents signed and sent up the next rung of the kortac ladder, but no one had anticipated the turn of events that kickstarted this urgent mission. other soldiers were coming and going through the halls, some glancing (no one dared stare) at him in awe… or fear. either worked, in his opinion. könig couldn’t help but let it stroke his ego. he remembered how it felt to be a fresh faced rookie, only hoping to someday become one of the higher ups. he chuckled quietly to himself, even slowing his purposeful pace a little to give the newbies a nice colonel könig sighting.

when you got it, you got it, no?

he sauntered to his office, noting horangi was waiting outside his door. he also noted the way his friend’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took in his appearance. könig returned horangi’s strange look with a confused look himself. he’d checked he got everything right before leaving your house. his vest, the gear strapped to his vest, his mask, he even made sure to put his helmet on before entering the base… so why was horangi staring at him like he’d sprouted wings?

“you old dog!”, horangi gave könig an easy push on his shoulder. “you got a girl and you didn’t tell me?”

what???

könig had done all he could to keep you safe and untarnished by his work… obviously you knew what he did, but he’d never delve into details, and he sure as hell didn’t tell anyone at work about you. what purpose would they have knowing? he didn’t need them trying to cajole you into coming to stay here just to have könig be available on base full time! his engel didn’t have to step a single foot in this place. how on earth did horangi find out?

kortac did have their own…creative…ways to find out information, and it would be much easier looking into one of your own compared to an enemy. könig was racking his brain for any instance where he might have noticed surveillance being run on him, or any of his non agency issued electronics acting odd from possible hacking. the mailman had been acting a little shifty… (no, he hadn’t) and his personal phone had been displaying that odd pop up every time he opened his photos app! (again, false alarm. it was a “storage full notice”. he’d filled up his storage with pictures of you and your adventures together.)

horangi, meanwhile, crossed his arms, thinking könig was trying to think up a convincing lie against the obvious evidence.

aha! what if horangi was just making a wild guess, trying to catch könig off guard? könig wasn’t a fool. he’d been in the business long enough to not fall for such a elementary level interrogation technique. he just had to keep his cool. horangi definitely had nothing on him. könig allowed himself a casual, light scoff before setting his duffel on the floor and facing his office door, wanting horangi’s weak interrogation over with already. “where is this coming from? now’s not the time for jokes”, he huffed dismissively.

“you can’t be serious. you must have a girl…unless you’re going for a ‘confuse the enemy’ method now?”

okay, now könig was annoyed, which is saying a lot, because horangi was the one colleague he most liked. “cut to the chase, kim” könig fished his keys out from his duffel, flicking through them to find the one to his office

“könig, there’s a glittery lip print on your mask… right where your mouth would be”

shit

the only sound in the hall was könig’s keys clinking as he dropped them in shock.

how could he forget you’d kissed him through his mask, while you were still wearing your cursed (it was actually quite lovely, it tastes like strawberries to könig, he’s just mortified right now) shimmering lipgloss?

that’s why all the soldiers he passed in the hall looked at him funny. it wasn’t awe, it was confusion! basically all of kortac witnessed him making a fool of himself! of course könig is losing his mind, horangi’s cackling laugh serving as the background music, but rest assured, könig’s reputation is safe. those five (5, fünf, cinco) soldiers he passed didn’t get a long enough look as to notice the glittering spot on his mask. only horangi was brave enough-and dare i say lucky enough- to actually look at the revered and feared colonel. könig’s thanking all the forces of the universe when he remembers he always packs backup masks.

for what’s it’s worth, your husband sure learned his lesson. that’s how the only restriction regarding your kisses came to be

new rule: no kissing over the mask

. . . . . . . . . . . .

sorry, i just love making könig be silly 🫶🏼

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

title: stranger than a stranger

pairing: pre-boston raider!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 4964

summary:

When Joel sees you searching for supplies in an old school, he removes your companion from the equation and convinces you that you need to join him for your survival.

author's note: a gift for @dreamingofdaddydin, fellow depraved slut, who sent in an ask that i completely changed. please heed the warnings on this one, as there are dark and potentially triggering elements. if you do decide to read and you enjoy, please consider reblogging or commenting!

content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), undefined age gap, no use of y/n, post-outbreak/pre-boston QZ, dark!joel miller, perv!joel miller, survival as coercion/manipulation, dub/non-con somnophilia (the actions are not agreed upon before hand but reader is receptive once waking), sex as a thank you, voyeurism, masturbation, canon typical violence (mentions guns, knives, blood), handjobs, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby, honey), cum eating, huddling for warmth but manipulative, wet dreams, thigh fucking, fingering, unprotected p in v. please let me know if any are missing!

You never expected to live through an apocalypse. In fact, before the cordyceps outbreak, you and your boyfriend had watched Night of the Living Dead and you joked that if the time ever came, just throw you to the zombies or demons or whatever hell unleashed.

Yet here you are, ten years post-outbreak and the collapse of one QZ that you and your boyfriend had been living in, climbing through a destroyed school building, picking your way through rubble as you follow Liam in his search for more supplies.

“The stores around here are probably picked clean, but a lot of people don’t think about checking schools. They’ve got plenty of non-perishables in the cafeteria. Remember? We ate like shit growing up,” Liam explains. He shines a flashlight down a hall. “Well, I guess we ate better than we do now.”

“I miss chicken nuggets,” you lament. He chuckles. 

“I could definitely use a cheeseburger,” Liam replies. 

You continue moving quietly through the school, the cement and linoleum cracked by overgrowth and the abandoned classrooms of overturned desks making you feel like you’re in a whole different world and not just in an elementary school in Massachusetts. 

“You got your knife and gun, right?” Liam asks quietly. You nod, pulling the gun from the waist of your jeans and showing it to him. “Good, keep it handy. You know those fuckers are always hiding around buildings like this.”

You and Liam had just started dating when the outbreak occurred, and you managed to stick together for the last ten years. He’s taught you a lot about survival - shooting a gun, starting a fire, and finding edible vegetation in the woods, among other skills. Despite your original desire to be spared from an apocalypse, you’ve somehow managed to persevere.

“Remember to aim for the head,” Liam says.

You roll your eyes. “No, I figured I’d aim for a foot. Of course I’m aiming for the head.”

“Alright, smart ass. You go down that hall and see what you can find.” He pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna look for the cafeteria. Meet me back here.”

With another nod, you part ways. 

You both miss the figure lurking in the shadows.

________

Joel watches you disappear around a corner before his attention returns to your companion. The man walks quickly in the opposite direction, holding only a flashlight in his hands. Joel clocks a holster on his hip that must hold a gun or a knife. The man looks like the type to know how to fight, weapons or not.

Too bad Joel is the predator here.

He leaves the dark shadow he’d hidden himself in, following the man with quick, quiet steps. The other man seems alert, but not alert enough to notice Joel following him.

Good.

Joel watches the man draw a gun from the holster, holding it in front of him as he kicks open a set of double doors, sweeping his flashlight and gun into the darkness beyond. Joel slips through the door before it shuts, darkness surrounding him as he lets his eyes adjust.

It looks like a gymnasium, cracked hardwood basketball flooring with faded court lines illuminated in the small flashlight beam of the man, who continues across the court and out another set of double doors.

He follows him back out to a hallway, brightly lit thanks to a hole in the ceiling, crumbled plaster and cement littering the ground. He takes a few steps closer, stopping when he hears a clicking sound that sends a shiver down his spine. 

The man freezes, too, eyes wide, hands tightening on his gun. Joel slowly brings the shotgun slung over his back around to his front, taking it up in his hands.

The clicking grows louder, more insistent. It echoes down the hallway and Joel knows that the creature is aware of their presence. No matter how quiet you are, those fuckers know how to find you.

He aims his gun, finger poised on the trigger. Heavy footsteps approach from the end of the hall, punctuated by the clicking noise that makes his hair stand on end. The creature enters the hall, overgrowth of cordyceps blocking its eyes and features. It pauses, head turning with jerky motions as it seeks out its prey. He watches the other man shift his stance, trying to widen his legs, but his foot catches a rock, sending it sliding across the floor.

The creature’s head snaps at the sound and it ambles closer, faster. Joel takes aim, pulling the trigger and blowing its head across the room. The man turns in surprise.

“Damn, man. Thanks,” he says, taking a deep breath and giving Joel a smile of gratitude. He reaches a hand out as he says, “I’m Li—“

He pulls the trigger and the man collapses to the ground face first, blood rapidly pooling beneath his body. 

Joel approaches, crouching beside him. He opens the bag on his back, rifling through the contents for anything that might be of use. There’s a med kit, ammo for the handgun he’d been using, gloves, a jacket, and a hunting knife. He shoves all of it into his own bag before grabbing the gun beside the man’s body as he stands.

Joel slides the gun into his waistband before turning and heading back the way he came. He imagines the gunshots will have you rushing back to investigate.

Just like he wanted.

________

You hear two gunshots go off, freezing in your exploration of a classroom. You listen closely, ears straining for any sign of clicker activity due to the noise as you slowly draw your gun from your waistband. Hearing nothing in the aftermath of the gunshots, you race back towards the area where Liam had agreed to meet you, heart racing as your mind begs you to choose flight and not fight.

In your panic, you don’t notice the man in the hall until you’re colliding against him, his arms gripping your shoulders to steady you. 

“Who the fuck are you?” You ask, scrambling out of his hold and pointing your gun at him. He’s tall with broad shoulders, a flannel beneath a faded denim jacket stretching over his frame. He has tan skin and dark hair with brown eyes that look at you with concern. “Back the fuck up,” you shout.

The man takes a step back, holding his hands up. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

“I heard gunshots. Where’s Liam?”

“I came up on a guy fightin’ a clicker. He was in bad shape,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

There’s a buzzing in your ears as your brain catches up to his words. You blink, eyes burning with tears that you fight back.

“H-he’s dead?” You whisper.

“‘Fraid so.”

You drop to your hands and knees with the realization, gasping for a breath that won’t reach your lungs. There’s movement from the corner of your eye, the strange man taking a step closer, and you raise your gun once more. 

“Don’t,” you snap. “Come any closer and I’ll shoot.”

“Listen. I’m sorry about your friend. But if there’s one clicker, there’s bound to be more. You can come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I’ll be fine on my own.” You keep the gun trained on him as you slowly stand on shaky legs. “I’m leaving now. Don’t fucking follow me.”

You only make it a few steps before he’s calling out after you. “There’s worse things out there than the infected. Girl like you won’t last long.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“It means,” he says, the tone of his voice grating your nerves, “that there are bad fuckin’ people out there, ones that’ll take advantage of a girl headin’ out on her own. Some who won’t give a shit that a gun is bein’ pointed at their heads if it means they die tryin’ to bring you down with ‘em. Is that really somethin’ you wanna go through right now?”

Your resolve waivers. He’s probably right. In the ten years you’ve been struggling to survive, you’ve always had Liam at your back. Even in the QZ, before it collapsed, he kept you going. You could survive out there when it came to skill, but would you make it far on your own when clickers move in packs and raiders run rampant?

“I…I guess I’ll come with you,” you say, lowering your weapon. You flick the safety on and the man smiles.

“The name’s Joel.”

________

It’s been a week since joining Joel. The two of you keep a steady pace in your travels, though there’s no real destination in mind. He’s been on his own for a while, he tells you, having split from his brother who had gone to join the Fireflies in their fight.

“Fuckin’ stupid if you ask me,” he grumbled after telling you that little bit of information. “They ain’t gonna change shit.”

You just nod along, wrapped up in your own thoughts. You can’t pinpoint it, but something about Joel makes you wary of him. He’s been nice enough, sure, but there’s something off about the way he looks at you.

You’ll catch the older man staring at your ass when you’re walking ahead of him, or see the way his eyes go dark when you’re on your knees starting a fire. His hands will linger on your hips a little longer than necessary when he’s helping you jump down from something, or he’ll watch a little too intently as your lips wrap around the mouth of your water bottle.

What’s worse is how it makes you feel hot all over when you shouldn’t feel anything, least of all attraction when you’ve just lost your boyfriend. 

It’s starting to get cold at night. The days are still tolerable, since you’re always on the move and the sun is shining, but once the sky goes dark, you struggle to stay warm. You layer your two jackets and even that’s still not enough as you lay shivering in your sleeping bag. You turn over until you’re facing where Joel has his bag set up, curling your legs closer to your chest and squeezing your eyes shut.

Past the sound of your teeth chattering, you hear the shift of fabric, the glide of skin on skin, a low groan. Your eyes snap open and as they adjust to the inky darkness, you can make out the vague shape of Joel on the ground. Another choked off moan rings in your ear, the sound of it making your blood go hot. You listen as his movements and breaths and sounds grow more frantic, the desperation they’re laced with making you rub your thighs together as subtly as you can. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Joel pants quietly. The air goes still, the sound of his hand moving over his cock slowing to a stop. You wonder where he’s finished. In his hand? On his belly? Your brain conjures an image of you licking the spend from his skin, salty taste of him on your tongue as you look up into his eyes and he groans.

You have to bite your lip to keep your sounds to yourself. You wiggle a hand between your legs, clamping your thighs around it tightly and rocking slightly. It’s not nearly enough and it’s so frustrating you want to scream.

Eventually, as the adrenaline seeps from your body, sleep takes its place, your eyes fluttering shut as darkness consumes you.

You dream of bitten off groans and curses in a voice that belongs to a stranger with dark hair and brown eyes.

________

Two weeks after joining the two of you encounter your first band of raiders.

You’re in a small town picking through a convenience store. There’s a surprising amount of things left on the shelves, including cans of food that you’re tossing into your backpack when the sound of a gun being cocked makes you freeze.

“Hey, pretty girl. Why don’t you put some of that back for the rest of us, yeah?” An unfamiliar voice says. You glance over your shoulder, a large man with a thick beard smiling at you. You turn slowly, hands raised and mind racing with your options. 

He’s blocking the exit. You could try to dart around him, but the gun trained at your head is a bit of a worry. Your own gun is in the waistband of your pants, pressing against your low back. Not much help to you like that. You should have been holding it the whole time.

“Hand over your fucking bag,” he says, the calm in his more alarming than if he were yelling at you. “Got me some food and a pretty little pet to keep, too.”

Your blood turns to ice and your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you swallow hard, bending down to grab your bag. 

A shot rings out, glass shattering and you shout, dropping lower to the ground. You open your eyes slowly, you gaze landing on the body of the man lying on the ground in a rapidly expanding pool of blood. You look up, eyes finding Joel’s beyond the shattered window of the convenience store as he lowers his gun.

A shout has Joel whirling, gun drawn as three men appear from an alley. He shoots, one of the men dropping. Grabbing your bag, you rush to the front of the store as another shot rings out, shattering the glass of the door. You drop to the ground, pressing your back to the wall beside the window and peeking out.

Joel slings his gun over his back, landing a kick to a man that rushes him, the stranger landing on his back. A second man points a gun at Joel.

“On your fuckin’ knees!” He barks. 

Panic courses through you, but you reach behind you, grabbing your gun. You switch the safety off, leaning from your hiding spot to take aim through the window at the man. Your hands shake as you take a breath in, like Liam taught you, pulling the trigger as you exhale. 

The shot lands in the man’s abdomen, making him stumble and drop his weapon. Joel stands, rushing for the man as he pulls a large knife from his hip, plunging the blade into the man’s chest. 

The man he kicked is getting to his hands and knees when Joel turns on him, knife held at his hip. A wicked grin spreads across his face before he plants his boot against the man’s ribs, knocking him onto his side. Joel shoves at him with his foot until the man is on his back and he stands over him, a foot on either side of his hips.

Joel raises the knife above his head before swinging it down into the man’s chest, holding it there for a moment before he twists it savagely and pulls it free. You stand there, equal parts horrified and something worse, eyes wide as you watch Joel wipe the blade against the man’s clothes to clean it.

“Get their guns, will ya?” Joel calls out. The sound of his voice makes you jump, your muscles finally spurring into action as you comply with his request. 

Later, as you settle in for the night in your respective sleeping bags, you hear the tell-tale sound of shifting fabric and bitten off moans. You stare up at the dark sky, pinpricks of starlight winking back at you, as you gather your courage. 

“Joel?” You murmur. The sounds stop abruptly, the only thing you can hear is his heavy breathing.

“Thought you were sleepin’,” he grunts. 

You turn over on your side, facing him. You can barely make him out in the dark, only his silhouette, but your heart beats faster all the same as you say, “I could…help.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, so long that you’ve got an apology on the tip of your tongue when you hear the zip of his sleeping bag being opened.

“Come help, then.”

________

Joel tries to contain his enthusiasm. Nights of coming into his own palm while he knows you’re listening, imagining your hand around his cock instead of his, and now his patience has finally paid off.

You’re crawling across the grass to join him in his sleeping bag, your body pressed to his in the tight space. He takes a shuddering breath, the feel of your heat alone almost enough to make him come. 

Your hand rests on his belly, tentatively sliding lower until your fingers brush against the hair at the base of his cock. He hisses as your cold hand grips him at the base, slowly sliding up to his leaking tip. Your thumb circles his slit, smearing a bead of precum around the sensitive head as he groans into the night.

“That’s it, baby,” Joel says. Your face is tucked against his neck, and he wishes you’d turn your face up, let him kiss you, but he has to be smart and only take what you’ll give so that one day you’ll offer more. “Tighter, just like that, fuck.”

Joel’s hips flex to chase your fist, the soft feel of your palm driving him wild. He moans, louder than he should be given the vulnerable position this puts you both in, but he doesn’t give a fuck. All he cares about is you.

“This a ‘thank you’, huh? For killin’ those guys?” Joel pants. Your head nods against his neck and the admission makes his head feel light and fuzzy. “Told ya you needed me, sweetheart. Needed someone to take care of you, right?”

You hum, squirming against him. Your lips graze his neck and that’s the final nail in his coffin, his cock pulsing in your hand as he comes harder than he has in years. He can’t help but whine a little when you let go, already missing the warmth and the softness of it.

“Clean it up for me, baby,” Joel says. You bring your hand up, nothing but a dark shape against darker air, and he hears you licking at the cum coating your fingers. “That taste good?”

“Mhm,” you hum. When you’re done, you roll away from him, crawling back over to your sleeping bag and zipping yourself inside. 

With a sigh, Joel shimmies his jeans back up his thighs before turning on his side, letting the sounds of the night lull him to sleep.

________

You’ve been with Joel for a month when winter really starts to settle in and you’re forced to keep moving in your travels until you’ve found abandoned buildings to sleep in to stay out of the harsh winter air. While the snow might not reach you inside, the cold certainly does. 

It’s one such night that Joel suggests sharing body heat.

“It’s the best thing we can do to keep warm,” he explains. “Can’t keep a fire goin’ inside. Too dangerous.”

You swallow nervously. He’s zipping together your sleeping bags so that you can fit beside each other, laying it on the ground of the old stockroom you’ve barricaded yourselves in for the night, a little camping lamp on a metal shelf providing a little light.

Joel kneels to untie his boots, removing one then the other and setting them aside. He stands, sliding his arms free of his jacket and setting it on the shelf. When he starts to unbutton his flannel, your blood rushes in your ears.

“W-what are you doing?” You ask. He pauses, hands on his buttons.

“Gettin’ undressed. Can’t share body heat with clothes in the way.” 

You stand there frozen as he continues to strip, t-shirt and jeans and boxers all joining his growing pile of clothes until he’s naked in front of you and you’re struggling to keep your eyes on his face with so much muscle and skin on display. He slides into the sleeping bag, staring up at you expectantly.

“You gonna stand there all night?” He asks, lips tilted in a little smirk. “Come on. We’ve come a long way today and you gotta be tired.”

You’re exhausted, really, the kind of tired that settles into your bones and makes your limbs heavy. Slowly, you follow the same steps as he did to undress, starting with your shoes. It doesn’t escape your notice that he’s watching you with dark eyes the entire time, until you’re down to your underwear. 

“Those, too,” Joel says. 

“Why?”

“I don’t make the rules, sweetheart, I just follow ‘em. Skin to skin is the only way this’ll work.”

Reluctantly, you reach behind your back to unclip your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Your nipples are tight in the cold room and you grit your teeth against their chattering as you quickly tug your panties down your legs and add them to your pile of clothing.

You slip into the sleeping bag beside Joel, the heat of his body immediately making you feel warm all over. You zip up the sleeping bag, cocooning your bodies in the insulation. Joel turns on his side, sliding his muscular around your tummy and tugging you closer. The hard length of his cock presses to your thigh and you lie perfectly still, afraid to move.

“Go to sleep,” he grunts. You close your eyes, the tension slowly leaving your muscles as you listen to his deep breathing in the dark room. 

Somewhere between the warmth of his body and the feel of his breath against your cheek, sleep finds you.

________

Sometime in the night, you’ve turned on your side, your ass pressed snugly against Joel’s hips with his cock slipped between your cheeks. He wakes to the feel of you grinding against his length and his arm tightens around your middle as he groans.

“Joel,” you murmur. He lifts his head to see if you’re awake, but your eyes are shut, brows pinched together. Your hips move against him again and he bites into his lower lip to keep his sounds contained, not wanting to wake you and ruin this.

You murmur his name again and his head drops back to the arm he’d been using as a pillow. He gives a little experimental thrust of his hips and you moan, the sound making his cock jump against you. 

With careful movements, he lifts your top leg, laying it over his hip. He lets his hand drift lower, gliding over your tummy until he’s cupping your pussy gently. His fingers slide through your wetness, catching on your swollen clit and making your hips jerk.

Joel worries that you’re awake, but you’re not scrambling from his grip yet. He circles his fingers slowly, so slowly, your hips moving against him and your breathing coming more quickly. You let out little whimpers and whines that Joel wants to commit to memory, the sound of them sure to plague him any time he closes his eyes.

You’re growing wetter and Joel grows bolder, slipping his middle finger into your tight entrance, not able to hold back his moan of appreciation over how your cunt flutters around the digit as he slowly pumps it inside of you. 

Another whimper of his name from your lips has his sanity fraying further, his hand moving faster against you, damn the consequences of you waking up to him playing with your pussy. Your muscles go tight against him with your release before going limp, your breath stuttering. He lifts his head once more to check if you’re asleep, surprised to find your face lax with bliss, eyes still closed as your breathing slows to normal.

Joel withdraws his hand, using it to grip his cock, sliding your juices over his length. He angles himself to where his cock is pressed up against your lips before gently lowering your leg. He’s surrounded by warmth, your pussy and thighs cradling him perfectly. 

He thrusts his hips, his cock gliding through your wetness with ease. He loses himself to the slick glide, the tip of his cock catching against your swollen clit with each thrust. His fingers dig into the meat of your hip for leverage, pulling you back towards him as he groans against your shoulder.

Your muscles go stiff against him and he freezes as you whisper, “Joel?”

His name is a question this time and he knows he’s been caught. 

“It can be another ‘thank you’, yeah? For keepin’ you warm?” He asks, dragging his nose across your bare shoulder. “Could feel so good for us both,” he whispers, thrusting against your clit and reveling in the shaky moan you give him in return.

“O-okay,” you stutter. Joel presses a kiss to your shoulder in gratitude as he returns to the rhythm he’d set before you woke. He slides an arm over your middle, hand finding your breast and gripping it forcefully as you moan.

“That feel good, baby?” He asks. You nod, whining and squirming against him now. “Know what would feel better?”

“W-what?” 

He draws back, positioning the tip of his cock against your hole. Your breath catches as he slides inside the slightest amount. Just the tip.

“Would feel so good, right? Fillin’ you up, stretchin’ you,” he whispers. “You could keep me warm just like I’ve been keepin’ you warm all night.” You clench around him and he moans, hips flexing and sliding him deeper into you as you gasp. “So goddamn wet and tight.”

Joel slides the last bit deeper, until his hips are flush to your ass. You’re panting, cunt fluttering around him as you adjust, and he feels drunk on the feel of it, on the feel of you. He pulls out part way before sliding back in with a harsh thrust, the start of a punishing rhythm that has you chanting his name.

The slick slide of you over his cock feels like heaven, but he wants more, wants you cock drunk and earning your pleasure. You are supposed to be thanking him, after all.

He pulls out, lying on his back. “Get up here, sweetheart. It’s time to do your part.”

You turn until you’re facing him, and Joel gets impatient, grabbing at you until he can haul you into his lap, your slick, swollen pussy gliding over his cock. He groans, reaching between your bodies to hold himself steady, notching the thick head at your entrance.

“Take it, baby, come on,” he groans. You rock back until his cock is buried in your cunt, your knees pressing tight against his hips as you whine.

“S’deep,” you slur, rocking yourself over him. 

“Feels good though, doesn’t it? So fuckin’ deep in you,” he growls. Your chest is pressed to his, your lips so close he takes his chance, slotting his mouth against yours. 

You kiss him back, messy and desperate, moaning against his lips as you take his cock like you were made for it. And maybe you were. Why else would he have been in the right place at the right time, getting the chance to keep you all for himself?

You sit up further, hands planted on his chest as you ride him with fervor. Your blunt fingernails dig into his skin and make him groan, hips punching up into you as you rock back. When you moan desperately, he does it again, and again, until you’re letting out a choked little sob that makes his cock pulse inside of you.

“Come for me, honey, wanna feel this pretty pussy choke my cock,” Joel demands. He can feel your walls flutter around him, your noises growing desperate. He brings a hand to your clit, thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until you tighten around him, squeezing his cock as you come undone with a shout.

You collapse forward and Joel wraps his arms around your low back, holding you steady as he plants his feet and pounds his cock into you with harsh thrusts, chasing his release. Your teeth dig into the sensitive skin of his neck and the sharp sting sends him over the edge. He pulls out at the last moment, his cum splashing between your bodies in thick spurts. 

You lie on top of him, catching your breath. Sweat grows sticky on Joel’s skin as the cool air settles around them, your back erupting in goosebumps as you shiver. He maneuvers your bodies until you’re cradled against him again.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

When you nestle closer, body lax against his, he smiles in triumph.

_______

You wake before Joel the next morning, body sticky with the mess from the night. You cringe, wiggling away from Joel’s hold. You find your discarded shirt and water bottle, intending to soak the fabric to wipe yourself clean, only to find your bottle is empty.

You locate Joel’s backpack, knowing he keeps his water bottle in there. You dig through the contents, hand bumping against the familiar bulk of a handgun. Your brow furrows. You haven’t seen Joel use a handgun. He uses the shotgun on his back, the other weapons you’d collected from the raiders stored in your bag.

You pull the weapon free and inspect it. You know this gun. It’s the same gun you’d learn to shoot with, the first one Liam found in the aftermath of the outbreak. Your blood turns to ice. 

Joel said he’d seen Liam get attacked by a clicker. If that’s the case, when did he get Liam’s gun?

The sound of Joel moving in the sleeping bag has you shoving the gun back into his bag and grabbing the water bottle you’d gone in search of in the first place. 

You’ll have to worry about your discovery some other day.

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[her-satanic-wiles]

October 23rd

Deepthroating & Facesitting, Mary Goore x Reader

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Warnings: Deepthroating; skull fucking; face sitting; public; exhibitionism; sex in a cemetery; cunnilingus; fingering; fellatio; vaginal sex; piv; unprotected sex; fear play; biting; elements of dubcon but not really dubcon; rough sex; praise kink; degradation kink (you know the drill by now); hair pulling; watersports;

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In the quiet, serene, and solemn embrace of the mist-laden morning, you walked hand in hand with Mary and ventured into the ancient, moss-covered graveyard - a morning tradition that spun the entire length of October. The misty air shrouded the weathered, weather-beaten tombstones, creating an eerie, mystical atmosphere. Tall, gnarled trees with their twisted, skeletal branches cast long, haunting shadows on the hallowed ground below. Your steps echo softly on the cobblestone path, leading you deeper into the melancholic, hauntingly beautiful cemetery.

It was always silent this early in the morning, even the birds were still asleep as your footsteps tracked through the frost-bitten grass and chilly gravel beneath you. Every snap of a twig in the distance had your heart pounding with worry and Mary’s throat to come alive with a chuckle. This was the perfect scene for a horror movie: two lovers exploring a place they shouldn’t be getting picked off individually by a mysterious stranger using the mist as a cloak. Mary would be the first to go; and you’d find him battered and bruised but alive, only to watch him suffer and perish at the hands of a monster.

A crypt sat in one of the corners of the cemetery, proud yet ominous with its intimidating Gothic arched door and stone walls. The glass windows were dirty with decades - if not centuries - of dirt, and the heavy, mahogany door, weather-damaged and rotting, was locked tightly shut by a rusted chain and lock. The crypt once belonged to the town’s founding father, the wealthiest family in the cemetery. For as long as you’d known him, Mary had been desperate to get inside to piss on the richest coffin around but he’d always been unsuccessful. Today, though, he wanted to try again.

You watched him rattle the door, hands wrapped firmly around the rusted handles and tug on it, trying to shift it even a little but to no avail. “I’m gonna go check the back,” he announced, “wait right here.”

“Mary, can’t we just carry on and enjoy the place while we still have it?”

“Babe, if we can get in there, just think of what I could do to you.” He winked and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Stay here. I’ll come back and get you.”

You don’t know why you did as he asked you to. You weren’t scared per se, the silence of the cemetery filled you with nothing but peace and you felt safe in the knowledge that most of the surrounding residents were still tucked up in bed as the sun was beginning to rise. But you were still exceptionally cautious, knowing that it was all the normal people who were in bed. The crazies were up and wandering as you stood there: the drug addicts, the dunkards, the criminals who operated under the shadow of the night were also out and about, making their way home after a night of who-knows-what. Ghosts didn’t scare you. The dead didn’t make you afraid - but the living did.

You tried to peak into the crypt, wiping some of the dirt with your index finger but realising it was pointless when you saw the layer that had swiped off onto your hand. You weren’t even sure what you were trying to see, perhaps you were just looking for something to do. But your concentration turned out to be a detriment to you, and the reason why what happened next occurred.

All you heard were two heavy footsteps thumping quickly on the dead leaves surrounding the crypt before hands came and gripped your body, the force of it causing you to drop your bag to the floor. A weight pushed you further into the stone walls and pinning you against them, one of those hands gripped onto your hip, the other came up to your mouth to silence you. A whimper escaped you, muffled by the cold hand of the person behind you - a whimper of fear, certainly, but there was an element of arousal in it too.

“You looked so delicious standing there alone and scared.” Mary’s voice sounded in your ear, so low it was almost a growl. “You looked so fuckin’ vulnerable. Easy pickings.” He pressed his body further into yours and you could feel his cock, rock solid but restrained in his jeans. “I can’t wait until we get home, baby girl. I’m taking you now whether you like it or not.”

His hand that was on your hip began groping whatever body part it could find. At first, he grasped hold of your ass cheek and firmly held it, but then he moved higher and higher until he was groping your breast, rough with his touches and squeezing you as he pleased. His mouth, now silent, moved closer to your ear and trapped the sensitive appendage between his teeth, nibbling and biting a little harder than usual. He released your mouth from his hand knowing that you wouldn’t let out an unwanted scream, and used that hand to fiddle with your clothes, pulling your skirt up to give him access to your panties. “Thank fuck you’re wearing a skirt today, baby.” He commented as he rutted himself into you, seeking desperate pleasure from your body.

Your panties were quite literally ripped off your hips - the sound of the fabric tearing filling up the surrounding cemetery and making you gasp at the force he’d used. Once you were bare for him, he gripped onto your shoulders, turned you round and pushed you to your knees. His hands came to work at his jeans, undoing them and freeing himself from them. “When you need to tap out, what do you do?”

“Tap you three times.”

“Good fucking girl. Now, open up for me.”

You braced yourself for impact, knowing that the mood he was in meant you were in for a rough but exciting ride; and of course you were right. He fed you his cock, inch by inch, ignoring your gag reflex and any uncomfortabilities you may have had and forced his way down your throat, groaning at the sensation of your tight, wet heat enveloping him. His hand flew to your head, fingers tangling in your hair as his mouth opened and he exhaled slowly, the subsequent intake sounding like a hiss. The first few thrusts were merciful, gentle, kind, tentative, enough to get you used to feeling his sizable length stuffed down your windpipe. But after that he became demonic.

His thrusts were nearly violent with how sharply he moved. His hand held your head as still as it possibly could be, trapping you where you knelt and using your face like his own personal fucktoy. It was his hand doing most of the guiding, pulling your head back and forth by your hair. He tipped his head back and let his mouth fall wide open. “Oh, fuck!” He growled. Every time you gagged around him, he chuckled at you. He found it amusing to hear you struggling to take him every time he shoved himself down your throat, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t commit those sounds to his memory and used them when you weren’t around.

He pulled your head off of him completely and let you catch your breath, laughing a little at you gasping for air and refilling your lungs as much as you could before his second onslaught. You also took this opportunity to fill your mouth with as much saliva as you could, knowing that Mary preferred a sloppier feel. He loved it when you got filthy, when your own spit would drip down your face and hang off your chin like a cheesy porno. You took this opportunity to use your hands and jerk him off a little, but eventually he grew tired and slapped your hand away. You took him back in your mouth and readied yourself for round two.

This time, he gathered all your hair into a ponytail and used that to pull you back and forth, slamming himself down your throat despite the gags and groans you made. Your nose repeatedly hit his well-groomed pubic mound, kept nice and neat for this very purpose. “That’s it.” He praised through gritted teeth. “Take it all down your fucking throat. Such a slut. Letting yourself get face-fucked in the middle of a fuckin’ cemetery. Fucking hell. Your throat is incredible. I don’t do this enough. Shit!” He bit his lip and groaned when you looked up at him, tears in your eyes from the exertion. The doe-eyed look you often gave him drove him insane, his own corruption kink coming to the forefront and losing himself in the thought of soiling something so pristine as you. Of course, you were just as filthy as he was, but you certainly didn’t look it.

“What’s this?” He asked, his eyes now fixated on your hands. While he’d been fucking your throat, you decided that it was too much to bear and dipped your hands under the hem of your skirt giving yourself the sweet relief you’d been craving since he pinned you against the walls of the crypt. “The little whore likes being face-fucked in a cemetery?” He tugged you off his cock and you stopped playing with yourself. “No, keep going! Don’t let me stop you slutting yourself out in public. You want my mouth, baby girl?”

You nodded.

He jerked your head back again by your hair. “Ah, ah. Tell me.”

“Yes! I want your mouth!”

“Aw,” he cooed, “desperate little slut. On your back for me.”

He guided you to lie on your back, and lifted your skirt, staring at your cunt that was now glistening from the slick of your arousal. You could feel the wet, morning dew from the grass seeping through into your clothes as you lay there, but that just turned you on even more to know he had you lying on the cold ground so he could take what he wanted from you. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He stared down his nose at you, a somewhat evil grin on his face. He was about to make you suffer and you were so excited for it.

He moved to your head and lowered himself down so he was hovering above your mouth. “Open wide again, baby.” He told you. When you obeyed, he fed himself into your throat once more, but this time he’d leaned forward and took your cunt into his mouth, too, his cock brutally riding your face and taking his own pleasure from you.

Your hips bucked as much as they could from being pinned down by Mary’s entire weight on top of you as his lips quickly encircled your clit and started sucking as hard as they could. The tip of his tongue moved wildly, working different parts of your clit in different directions while he kept his mouth shut around you. His ministrations were intense and rough as he worked to get you to orgasm as quickly as he could, moving his head in all directions and sucking on your tender bud to keep the onslaught going. He was everywhere all at once - you could feel him everywhere. Mind clouded with nothing but him, scent, sight, taste. even his grunts and groans filled your ears more than the wind rustling the trees in the distance.

He continued in this manner constantly, ruthlessly pushing you ever-closer to the edge. Until his unrelenting motions caused your nails to dig into his bare ass as a warning you were about to cum. And so, reluctantly, he pulled himself out of your throat and continued his ministrations until you were cumming, loudly, around his tongue. Your eyes were screwed tightly shut as you came, teeth digging into your bottom lip to curb some of that volume as you screamed out for him. Your nails continued to grip onto his flesh as the entire world went black for just a brief moment, and eventually, when it was fine for him to do so, he released you from his mouth and climbed off you.

He seemed just as out of breath as you were, but he hadn’t cum yet, and therefore he certainly wasn’t finished with you. “Hands and knees,” he ordered, “ass in the air.”

Your back was hit with a wall of cold air as the damp cloth was exposed to the autumnal morning breeze. You spread yourself out for him, elbows to the ground and ass in the air, ready to receive whatever he would give you next.

He didn’t wait for your cunt to get used to his size; instead, he grabbed your hips and thrust all the way to the end. “Take that fucking cock.”

He started working right away, snapping his hips against yours quickly and hitting your cervix which made you scream every time. “Fuck, Mary!” You yelled.

Mary always felt wonderful inside of you because he was long and slender, stretching you out beautifully. By the time he was finished with you, you were typically a shaking, aching mess on the bed, unable to even think or breathe.

Your ass jiggled more than usual as you arched your back for him once more and moved your hips to meet his thrusts. He let out a string of profanities, each one reminding you of how much of a whore you were to him and how tight your pussy felt around him, how you got tighter every time a branch snapped in the distance or a solitary car drove by. How you got off knowing that someone could catch you getting fucked by your partner in one of the most wildly inappropriate places to ever exist.

He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling it once more by the roots to gain leverage and allow himself to bury deep inside of you over and over again.

Your hand reached down to play with your clit once more, fervently rubbing yourself in time with his rough thrusts to try and tip you over the edge.

“Fucking shit, always so tight for me.” He saw your pussy cream accumulating at the base of his cock and let out another growl. You felt so fucking good, and you were getting tighter and tighter by the second. “Baby,” he said, “I know we couldn’t get in there for me to piss on his coffin, but there’s another monument I could.”

You raised your eyebrows, and he didn’t miss the way your hand sped up at the thought. “O-on me?” You asked.

“Can I?”

“Fuck. Mary, do it.”

“Yeah? Move that fucking hand so I can piss on that filthy cunt of yours.”

You did as you were told and shuddered at the feeling of Mary pulling out of you, your hole twitching at the sudden emptiness and screaming for stimulation. You couldn’t see what Mary was doing behind you, but oh fuck did you feel it. It was a slow trickle at first but when the stream built up, and was angled right, it hit your clit perfectly just like the head of your shower did. The constant stream, however short it actually lasted, felt like it went on forever as it continuously hit that perfect spot, making your eyes roll back into your head. It took just a little more time and suddenly you were diving headfirst into another orgasm, the sensitivity of your first and the violent pounding of Mary’s cock beforehand leading you into a powerful second one. Mary’s fingers replaced his piss to finish you off, rubbing roughly to keep you frozen and cumming as hard as possible.

He could barely wait until you’d stopped convulsing, and shoved himself back inside you as soon as he could. “Filthy slut,” he chastised, hands gripping onto your hips as he pushed you flush to the ground and took what he wanted. His left hand was still wet from his piss and your cum, and you could feel it on your skin. “Can’t believe you just came from me pissing on you. What a depraved, cock-hungry little whore - so desperate to cum she’ll let me do anything to her.” Your hands dug into the hallowed soil, gripping tightly to ground you as he got rougher and rougher, slamming against your cervix each time and forcing you to cry out. “I’ll piss in your mouth next time. You want that, hm?”

“Yes! Fucking hell! Mary!” You didn’t care how loud you were, and neither did he.

“Or maybe I’ll piss inside your cunt next time, and punish you if any slips out - oh fuck - c-cumming!”

He let out a deep and gutteral groan as he came inside you, hips stilling to a halt and emptying his balls as deep as he possibly could. All his weight was on you, trapping you between him and the graveyard’s soil. Your own pubic mound resting in the puddle of piss that had formed underneath you both the more he pushed you down and held you still. He thrust tentatively, making sure you took every last drop of him. He let himself fall forward, and kissed your shoulder tenderly as if he hadn’t just beat up your pussy and abused you like a madman.

“Fucking hell that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done.” You said as you both were catching your breaths.

He grunted in agreement, still kissing your clothed shoulder and moving up to nibble and lick at your ear. “We’d better get you in the shower, eh?”

“Check my bag, there should be some tissues in there.”

He pulled out of you, both of you wincing at the loss again, and when he returned, he made sure to gently clean you as best as he could. But he’d make sure he’d clean you up properly when you both took a shower at home.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[so-mordor-itis]

Black and Blue, Still Singing For You

Inspired by @scariusaquarius 's series Unlikely Salvation (Go check them out pls-) I hope you guys enjoy! I actually felt pain writing this...mmmm pining

“To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.” -Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Saenz (@leonskillshot ;) )

I.

The cold air of the lab brushed over your neck. You held back the urge to shiver as you passed through the mechanical doors, clipboard in one hand, coffee cup in another. This would be another long day, but at least you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone else–the lab was yours and only yours. You wouldn’t have to deal with judgmental looks or scowls from your peers as you jotted down notes on your latest subject.

“Having a rough day already?”

Said subject’s voice echoed from his glass chamber. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, a tired expression on his face as he attempted to greet you. His cheeks and rims around his own eyes were crowded with black streaks from the Plaga parasite in his chest. The whites of his eyes a milky yellow color, his pupils–which were once a radiant, icy blue–now a dull grey. Leon was sitting on the ground of his (you honestly would have called it a prison cell at this point) chamber, his legs criss-crossed as he patiently awaited whatever you needed him for. Your heart ached with pity every time you saw him now, but you couldn’t allow it to show. Leon didn’t want to see it.

You sighed, scanning over the papers you were given just an hour prior. “You know how it is. The higher-ups just love working me to the bone.”

“Oh yes,” Leon huffed a laugh. “They make you think you’re free, but suddenly you find a 500-page document on your desk the next day.”

“Mhm, story of my life,” you replied. Squinting at a string of sentences. Experiments were placed on hold for a week after realizing just how tender the parasite was. A single cut through it would sever Leon’s nervous system and kill him instantly. You didn’t want that, and the people in the chairs higher up certainly didn’t want their weapon to perish under odd circumstances. It was a risky situation all around. One you desperately wished was in someone else’s hands. Leon Kennedy was an asset, not just to the DSO, but to the President. Anything going wrong, from him dying due to the Plaga, or to him going absolutely feral and escaping, would lead to your job being thrown out the window. Or worse, you could die in his hands, and there would be nothing anyone could do to stop him.

A year ago, he was sent to Spain to retrieve President Graham’s daughter, who had been kidnapped. She was taken by a cult, one that worshiped a parasite they had discovered underground. A lot of the details were classified, and for some odd reason, you were given only a handful. Ashley Graham had been injected with the same parasite, but thankfully, he was able to get it removed before it evolved into the next stage. Leon, having been dealt the same card, wasn’t so lucky. He wanted hers removed first, placing her safety above his. Just as the parasite was about to be removed from his own chest, it evolved. Apparently, according to the Las Plagas files, Leon maintained his humanity somehow. Perhaps his will was too strong. Or he was just too stubborn.

Either way, your nerves were calmer, knowing he was somewhat in control of himself.

“What’s on the schedule today?” He asked you. He was trying to sound bored, but a part of his sentence felt wary. You didn’t blame him. You wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic to be poked and prodded with knives and injections. “I’m guessing more parasite testing.”

“Actually, you just got a new treatment,” you told him, now facing his direction. “Gonna try a new type of medicine.”

Leon blinked in surprise. “Will it work?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” You tried to give him a hopeful smile, but knowing how resistant the parasite was to other treatments, you didn’t want to give him any false aspiration. “That’s not until later, so you get to keep your superpowers for now.”

“Yes, because that’s so exciting,” he drawled, crossing his arms. “Get to be friends with the little fucker in my chest some more.”

You snorted. “Other than that, I’m just here to take notes,” you groaned a little at the idea. “Again.”

“You get to keep me company for a little while longer, huh?”

“Yep, lucky for you.”

You turned around in your chair to get started before hearing his voice again. “I’m glad it’s you, today.”

You bit back a smile. “Like my company?”

“More than you think.”

I.5

The treatment proved to be fatal. Leon had coughed up blood as it was injected into his veins. The parasite wiggled in his chest, moving his ribcage back and forth as it fought against him. You stopped the medication right away, sighing with defeat.

“Sorry, Agent Kennedy, I guess you’ll have to hang in there longer.”

“Not your fault,” he said, wiping the blood from his mouth. You wished you were allowed to give him a tissue. “And you’ve known me long enough that you don’t need to be so formal. Just call me Leon.”

II.

You had met Leon a few times before all of this happened. Moreso just passing by him in the main office while delivering notes and progress reports. Despite his rugged exterior, he was charming. He had asked you if you’d like to join him for dinner once, but you had to decline due to a project you were assigned to then. Part of you worried he would be upset, but he was immediately understanding.

Fate was truly an evil mistress.

It was an awful feeling, not being able to actually interact with him. You felt as if you were watching a hamster in a cage. He slept, ate, breathed, did everything in that glass chamber, and all you could do was observe. It made you feel as if you were a part of the problem, part of the reason he was trapped in there, part of the reason he wouldn’t be able to smell fresh air again. Wouldn’t be able to feel another’s touch.

“Got something on your mind?” His voice interrupted your thoughts. He was standing now, leaning against the back wall, perhaps occupied with thoughts of his own.

You shook your head. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, considering you’re the person who has to be here, watching me, noting down my behavior, I can’t help but worry it is about me.”

“Actually, it’s not.” You paused, thinking if what you were about to say next was wise. “For once.”

“Am I on your mind a lot or is it the Plaga moving around?” He’s teasing you now, and you honestly appreciated the distraction.

“You know, I was gonna compliment you but now I’m just gonna ignore you.”

“Ow. Harsh.”

“You started it.”

You turned your back to him and you can’t help but wonder if he’s pouting. You wanted to know what he was thinking, if he also appreciated a distraction from what future experiments he would be subjected to.

“You don’t have to eat lunch here, you know.”

“Well, technically, I do.”

“No, I mean in front of me.” Leon scowled a little as he casted his glance at your food. “It’s rude, honestly.” He wasn’t actually upset, jealous maybe, but not angry.

“You can’t eat normal food anymore anyway.” You brushed him off.

Leon sighed. “I know, but still. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss it.”

You felt a little terrible. “I’m sorry. I guess I felt like I…actually nevermind.” You stopped the words from flowing, but you didn’t stop his curious gaze.

“What? You can’t say that and just expect me to ignore it.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Just say it. Can’t be more stupid than half the shit I’ve said to you the past few months.”

“Half of that was you high on pain meds.”

“It still applies.”

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek. “I felt like I owed you a date.”

“Owed me a date?” He echoed.

“You asked me to dinner at least a few times, and I couldn’t say yes to any of them.”

Leon blinked, realization slowly clouding his expression. “Oh. Well, if you think this is equivalent to a date…I’m a bit worried about how low your bar goes.”

You rolled your eyes, attempting to remove yourself from the spot on the floor. Your legs had started to cramp anyway.

“Hey, wait,” he said. You tilted your head in confusion.

“I didn’t say I wanted you to leave.”

You gaped at him, heart fluttering in your chest. You glanced at the office clock, your lunch break ended in five minutes. This was so stupid, getting close to your subject simply because he was a man you once knew, once thought you had a small crush on.

Though you supposed sometimes the most unwise idea was the best one.

You sat back down and somehow he no longer looked miserable.

III.

You had been transferred to another lab, away from him. You knew this would inevitably happen, not even for personal reasons, but simply because they needed you in a different department. Yet, part of you couldn’t help but believe it was because you started treating Leon more as a human than as what your co-workers saw him as: a test subject that needed to be tested. Needed to be worked on, carved into their image.

Four months went by before you finally saw him again.

You were informed by your superior that they finally found a treatment that made the parasite lose its grip on his system, but they still wanted to keep him in that chamber. To watch. To observe. To keep him as their little guinea pig. All you had to do was keep watch for the final time. You had the best notes, after all. Had known him the best before this all blew up and caused such a ruckus.

Leon looked almost the same as the last time you saw him. The black lines on his face and hands had slowly faded, but the ones on his chest and biceps still lingered. The medication was working, but slowly. Once he saw your face, his eyes lit up, his heart monitor beeped a little faster and you couldn’t help but find that endearing.

“Been wondering where you’ve been,” he commented. You could tell he didn’t want to say he missed you, but you knew him well enough to know the undertones of his words. Leon wasn’t the best at communicating, but his actions always spoke louder. “They transfer you out of state?”

“Something like that,” you approached the glass, not wanting to admit he was more handsome now. His face was less sickly and his eyes were no longer sunken into his skull. His cheekbones were more defined. He was getting better. “I hope they didn’t treat you too poorly while I was gone.”

Leon shrugged. “I mean it was the same, besides hearing your voice every other day.” His eyes met yours now and you felt your heart flutter again. “I kinda missed your stupid jokes.”

“Oh, my jokes are stupid?”

“Very.”

“Have you heard the words that come out of your mouth?”

Leon laughed a little and suddenly the room felt brighter.

“Well, lucky for you, you get to hear me all day.” You said, poking the glass as if you were trying to poke him.

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze not wavering away from yours. “Lucky me. You still owe me another date.”

You rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. He only smiled again and you peel yourself away from the glass to sit in that all familiar office chair, and the all too familiar feeling of Leon’s gaze was once again glued to your back.

You wondered how long it would be until you could actually tell him you hated the way he made you feel. If you ever could.

If there would ever be a timeline where you two could actually go on a date, and he could kiss you the way you wanted him to.

~

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[minty-drop]

How long had it been now?….

Weeks since the king had fallen, arising a new, sinister and corrupted monarch that millions of lives were lost to. A monster, the devil from the sky. Awoken to rain hell on earth with sizzling lighting and fire. The large beast, each head screeching in the midst of the eye of the storm. Made home of Isla de Mara with a hurricane in each ever waking moment.

How have you survived this long?…

Coincidence? Luck? You don’t know anymore. All you knew was to hide. Hide from everything deemed a threat. To survive as long as you can until maybe. Maybe you can get out of this sick reality.

Glass crunched under your shoes, covering the floor of the local but quite small grocery store in the now deserted village.

Keep you head up, don’t look around. Just get to where you need to go.

You told yourself that when you stepped in the thick, dark red liquid beneath you.

Slinging the bag off your shoulder onto a near by cash register, it was deathly quiet. Every movement was calculated and smooth like butter. You don’t want to risk being heard. You don’t know if the beast even could hear you, but you weren’t taking the risk.

Shelf after shelf was filled with spoiled food until you made your way to the non perishables. You weren’t surprised when you seen half of it already gone. This was the store you did raid ever week to grab supplies. There weren’t many opinions to begin with less there being half of it gone. But in times like this. Food was good no matter the variety.

Grabbing some boxes and cans in your hands, thunder could be heard crackling behind you.

Your bag was ripped and torn in some places, missing buttons and seems coming loose. But it did the job for now. So you didn’t care either way. Snagging a lighter from beside the cash register where the box layed, you’d need this for later to start a fire in the make shift shelter you had built in a near by building. There you could start a fire to warm yourself up and lull to sleep.

Rumbling, like a earth quake. The familiar roar rang through your ears. Except it was much….closer.

He shouldn’t be back by now..why did he suddenly come back? They usually stays in the sky’s for much long than this.

He shouldn’t..fuck.

How are you gonna get back? He could see you if you step out of this building for god sakes! You’ve been able to evade him for weeks. So why now of all times. Had they decided to change there usual?

It was quiet. To quiet. Why was he so quiet?

If he found you. You don’t know what they’d do. You had gotten away from him once. You could do it again. Right?

It was unusual for him to act like that. How he did weeks ago when they had taken you. For some odd..fucked up reason. Just to watch you moron and cry. A sadistic killer. Why did he keep you alive in the first place? You don’t know. You think they found it amusing how much you begged them to let you go, how you trembled in fear when ever he roared or stared at you. How you’d back away each time he got closer to observe you.

And escaping from them had only made him enraged, causing the storm above to whirl and spread.

Ghidorah had ripped half the island apart to find you.

Lucky you knew some tricks to sneaking around and hiding from them.

But that wasn’t enough to keep him away

So you resorted to limiting your time outside, even with the lack of vitamin d, not like you could get any with the heavy clouds looming above you. But it’s the thought that counted. It was unusually cold when you suck out the back door. It wasn’t the first time it was this cold. Not was it the first time you had ventured out the back instead of the front due to situations similar to this.

The alley was dark, darker then it should be

Or maybe that was your anxiety

It was like writing on the back of your hand at this point, each corner and turn looking familiar.

And once you arrived a sigh of relief had passed through you. Along with a hot breeze….

And a snort, almost like a laugh.

How. How did you not notice. Better question.

How long has he know where you are

You slowly turn around, greater with the three heads of the one who is many.

Ghidorah

The left head was huffing, much like a laugh but more..forced but still held genuine amusement in it. The right looked confused, happy and hurt. You could quite understand the right head’s expression. And the middle head…he was..neutral?

This was a game to them

And they won

It’s only right to get a prize

[purplebehittindifferent]

Can you tell us a bedtime story?

Alright get all tucked in I’m gonna tell you where Vivi is rn-

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She sat with a few seconds of peace, as the dark void above the towering walls of the labrynth shifted in and out of focus.

“I can’t believe we forgot about the princes pacify”

“We’ve spent YEARS planning this how could we have let them get away!!!!??”

“Whose idea was it to be so near to the soul?! We gave them all the TP they needed!”

“It was everyone’s idea!”

“Stupid!”

She sat up, groaning as she shifted her hair out of her face

“We will have a chance to retry”

“IF they perish! We have no idea if they will!”

They looked at the fountain

“Don’t even hope. There’s no way Gaster will ever let them fall into this mess again”

“They have one chance. We blew ours.”

They sighed

“Do you think, maybe when this is all over, they’ll come back for us?”

“Ha!”

“PFFF no way in hell.”

“Why not? They took everyone from the last world’s home!”

“They SPARED everyone else, they just ran from us…”

“… I would have run too.”

“I hate you all” she spat, stumbling to her feet

“Trust me it’s mutual”

“Yeah fuck you-“

“Even if they did come back for us there’s no way to be free”

“…”

“…pfft- HA! AHAHAHAHAAHAAhahaah- I CANT BELIEVE WE EVEN HAD HOPE”

“better than the salesman how pathetic”

“We should go after them- they can’t have gone far”

“Just give up already, it’s over.”

“It- it can’t be over!”

“SHUT UP- we knew this was coming!”

“We don’t even deserve a happy ending”

“At the rate the players going, I don’t think anybody will.”

“They might be able to find Kris’ soul- we know the doctor has it”

“Yeah but where’d he put it? He hardly ever leaves something of such use to waste away in some corner-“

Vivi leaned on the doorframe of her shop, the fountain reflecting brightly in her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter now…”

“…so… so what do we do?”

“What we always have.” She took her seat behind the table adjusting the counters items.

“We wait.”

[honey-minded-hivemind]

@sugar-soda You're gonna love this: I'm about to explain the Dark Gargoyles AU!

Okay, let's set the background first: After the Wyvern Clan Massacre and sacking of the castle, and after the gargoyles were turned to stone except Goliath, after Goliath saves the princess, the Magus, as an apology and per Goliath's request, turns him to stone as well, but not before casting a spell so that when Goliath and his remaining clan awake above the clouds, the rest of their clan, who died, will be back as well... The Magus afterwards also makes sure there's a spell set in place to help the clan and any if their allies find their reincarnated clan members...

Cue a thousand years later...

Xanatos has the castle moved to his building, the gargoyles awaken, and surprise, they're all a bit vengeful/distrusting of humanity. But then the fight happens, and surprise surprise, Elisa rescues them, and oh, she's one of their reincarnated clan members. So is Xanatos. And a deal is kinda struck/made: to find their missing members, rebuild their clan, and maybe have Manhattan as their new territory to control...

Well, it goes about as well as one can expect. Most of the human population flees the first day, but those left behind or unable to leave flee underground. The likes of Tony Drakon and people like Fang aren't as evil as they were, having to step up and help others and growing as people, and other characters are bit more villainous or morally gray, such as Matt Bluestone (also a reincarnated clan member).

Reader is a younger teen who's been helping the hidden group under the city, scavenging for medicine and non-perishable food, and bringing news of the weather, what Xanatos is up to, and if anyone is too close to their hideout. Reader's usually on their own, not wanting to live underground most of the time, but also wary enough to sleep during the day, and stay awake at night. They do what they can to stave off boredom, climbing brick walls, finding new hidey holes all over the city and parks, sometimes swimming or staying by the water...

Then one night, as they're by the water, one of the smaller gargoyles falls in, and Reader jumps in, barely getting them both onto the bank. Reader is hacking up lungfuls of water, and the gargoyles they rescued is trying to get over the shock that someone, a human who isn't one of their's, just rescued him. And he decides this person he now owes a debt, but... Reader won't give their name. They can't say why they saved him, or where they go, but they say he can call them a nickname, or make up a name for them...

Then Reader leaves, disappearing into the fog...

This gargoyles now decides to keep finding Reader and tries to be friends with them. And so far, he notices they squirrel things away, they collect blankets and jars and bottles, they like to hide in dark places and sleep curled up amongst their blankets and books, and acts kinda like the dragons his clan was supposed to be related to. So, he decides the perfect name for them is Dragon, because they act like a little dragon.

Reader slowly becomes friends with him, but is secretive on where they go, and warns the others that they did rescue a gargoyle, but comes up with the excuse that if they'd let him die, the adults would have surely killed them in retaliation, or worked harder to find their hidden group...

The young gargoyle, in the meantime, really doesn't like his friend Dragon being so lonely. They have no clan it seems, they constantly talk about doing questionable things with no one there to catch them if they fall or get hurt, they sometimes have a cough or bruises or cuts, and they dodge the question of if they have somewhere to go once Winter fully sets in. He doesn't like it. They're too small, they're sickly at times, and they have no one in their corner if things go wrong. So, reluctantly, he decides to tell Goliath and Demona and Elisa and Xanatos...

Now the adults are worried, and suspicious. Is Dragon really to be trusted? They saved one of their own, without thought of payment, so they aren't cruel. But they also aren't entirely honest. It's best if they try to spy their son/young one's odd friend...

And they're quite... young. They don't seem to be healthy. They jump at the sound of a clattering rock, and avoid lights and the people of the city. Even when Elisa tries to approach them, they grow scared, anxious. It's like approaching a hatchling, one who's been on their own for too long...

And their scent... they can smell the same scent on them that clings to Elisa and Xanatos and Matt... the scent of clan...

It seems they'll need to step in soon...

[drkbluedream]

- release tension -

Having sex just because your boyfriend didn't come to date? LoL you are a whore. But oh well it's Baji. Who is in the right mind to reject him?.

TW mention toys and breeding. Impregnate. Choke. It's hella long

You were cursing all the way from the gathering meeting to Baji's house. You were supposed to meet your so-called boyfriend but after waiting for 4 hours, no news from him, you decided to leave.

"Fucking asshole" you said. Unsure how many times you curse today. It's so irritating when someone wastes your time. The next time you meet him, you swear to yourself, you're gonna punch him.

"Istg why everything doesn't go my way today" you almost cry when you can see the sky becoming dark and it shows it'll rain soon. You didn't bring your raincoat because you thought you'll stay in the mall with your boyfriend until night like you guys always do.

You ride as fast as you can. You don't have any mood and you want to go home as soon as possible. But you need to stop by Baji's house first because you put your stuff there. And yes it's necessary because the distance between your house and Baji is a few hour drive and your smartass boyfriend lives there too.

You screamed and cursed to the sky when the rain started pouring. You, who only wear a single layer of shirt and pants, start soaking as the rain and the wind licking you.

Around the corner, is Baji house. Only one more traffic, you arrive at his place. So you grab your phone and call Baji. "I'm on my way. I'll take my stuff and leave"

"So soon?-"

Without letting him reply, you end the call. You really don't have any mood to talk let alone explaining shit. Turn your bike here and there, you arrived. The sky is still pouring as if it's crying with you who waited for things that were unsure.

You can see Baji's house gate opened. You just park next to Baji's bike. But his door hasn't opened so you just give him time. You don't want to rush him. It's not like you have nothing to do after you cleaned your schedule for someone just for him to waste your time.

You can hear the door opened and it shows Baji with his messy hair like he just woke up from sleep and the one who wakes him up is you. Then the next thing you can see is he's grinning at you.

It's annoying to be honest. For someone grinning in front of you after all the misfortune you went through today. But seeing his messy hair, pants that you guess could fall off with a little bit more movement, without any shirts on, make you wanna giggle.

How could he be so defenseless? Didn't he realize that he is half naked in front of you who clearly could eat him alive?

You just take a glance of him before you take out your hand. "My stuff."

You waited for awhile but you didn't get any response. Your hand just hang in the air. You look at Baji who is still leaning against the door while looking at you. Yes, with his teeth showing while grinning. Probably enjoy you being mad.

"C'mon dude. I got no time" you lost your patience.

"What's the hurry? It's raining outside and you ride like crazy people just now. Just stay over at my house until the rain stops" offered him.

"Aren't you scared?"

"Of what? You? You are one of us. So no."

You just sigh and follow his order. You turn off your bike and take out the key. You open the visor and look at him. His smile perished immediately.

He just looks at you dead in the eyes. Probably notice the dry tears coming down to your cheeks after you open the visor. Then he move closer to you. Grab your helmet and help you take it off. You look in misery. Your hair is half wet due to rain and your eyes are red.

"Was it that asshole?" He asked slowly. Putting down your helmet on your bike. Wiping out the trace of your tears. You just let him do as he wishes. You don't want to argue. You believe if you say something, he is going to go on a rampage. Everyone, including you, knows how crazy Baji could get . So it's better for you to just shut your mouth.

Baji slowly grabs you to enter his house. Entering the living room. Letting you sit on the sofa and leave you alone.

You take out your phone only to find out it can't be opened. Maybe because of the battery or maybe because the water enters the phone. You unsure. But you don't want to care anymore. Too much misfortune. So you just throw it to the side and wait for Baji.

From where you are, you can see Baji making some water for you. Mixing something into the cup but you just let him. If he's gonna mix some poison, yeah just let him. You'd rather die than think about that asshole who leaves you hanging for more than 4 hours.

You close your eyes for a bit and next thing you know, you wake up with Baji on your side. Sitting next to you on the sofa while playing something on his phone. You look at the clock on the walls. Already 3 hours passed. On top of you, have a blanket that covers almost all of your body. You didn't move even the slightest. You just staring at Baji, waiting for him to realize that you already woke up. you wonder how long it'll take for him to realize it as he has a really keen sense.

Not even 3 seconds passed, you can see Baji's hands movement slowdown. "I know you already woke up. But can you not stare at me?"

You just nodded and closed your eyes again. Letting him be. Maybe it's time for you to get some rest and escape reality. At least no one knows where you at and try to find you. Let's just escape reality and go back to Dreamland. That's what you thought. But after a while closing your eyes, you still fail to fall asleep. Your consciousness is still attached and you definitely can hear Baji groaning. Probably lost his game.

Again, you look at him. Just then you realize he still didn't put any clothes on. Well you didn't care much because it's his home. So you 'rape' him with your eyes. Same as what you expect his body would be, Baji does have muscle all around his body but not buff. Especially around his hand, you can see some veins but not clear much. With a necklace that hangs around his neck, it makes him look more attractive. Let's not go to his chest.

But you keep staring at it. It's not really visible but you can't say it's completely gone too. You definitely can see his chest pooping out with a really nice color of nipple. Now you wonder if his chest is as soft as your boobs or it's hard like other muscles.

"You can touch it if you want" he invited you. You were shocked. But they curiousity overcome you. So u slowly crawl and scoot over to him. You take out both of your hands put it around his neck and you look at him. Making sure he is really fine with it. Who knows if he suddenly changed his mind.

He's just looking at you. Waiting for your hand slowly goes down. He even put his hand to the side and closed his phone to give full attention to your doings. You, who's rubbing his chest, can hear Baji sounds like he is holding his voice from coming out. "Was it ticklish?" You asked.

He just nod a bit but he said he was fine.

His chest feels a bit soft yet it still has muscle on it. You compliment it. Your hand slowly goes down to touch his stomach and you assume he started a new bakery business on it. You trail your hand on his stomach muscle and slowly goes to his waist. You were shocked when you saw how small his waist was.

Before you even can go lower, Baji's hand holds yours. You immediately look up to him. Notice that you've gone too far.

"Sorry" you said, apologies. But Baji just looks at you with his eyes and looks lost in lust. Then his hand grabs your head and just rubs it. Makes your hair messy.

"It's ok" he patted you.

Your eyes follow Baji who's standing and walking before disappearing in the kitchen. You can hear the mug clucking and being put in the microwave. After a minute, the alarm goes off and you can see Baji come out from the kitchen with two mugs in his hand.

"I made it. but you fall asleep. So it's gone cold. Which one do you want?" He asked you. His smile looks so suspicious so you told him to drink both first to make sure none of it is poisoned. Even tho a few hours ago you said it's fine if you die.

Baji looks fine so you just took the one his left hand has. No particular reason. He again, sits next to you. His smile or you could say it's more to grinning, haven't left his mouth. It's starting to annoy you. Yes, again. You start to grab his cheeks and pinch it.

"Fcking annoying. Stop smiling" you said. Pinching his cheeks didn't stop him. He is still smiling and starts to laugh at you. Then he starts pinching you too. You scream. The fuck he thinks? His buff hand pinching your cheeks? This dude definitely wants to rip your face. Definitely.

He apologizes and sips his drink. It's hot choco. With marshmallows on top. It's sweet and warm. Not too hot. Definitely good to drink on rainy days. No wonder he sounds a bit sad when he says it. About you falling asleep.

You can't stop looking at Baji. You want to talk about how annoyed you are today about how you left hanging for 4 hours yet you don't want to destroy his mood. So you just look at him while sipping the drink he made for you.

"If you have story to tell, then you can just tell, you know." He said. You laugh. As expected. He really does have a keen sense. You just shake your head and put the empty mug on the side table.

"No like, really. You can tell anything you want" Baji too, putting his mug on the side table. Makes him need to crawl a bit because the table is on your back as you sit, siding to him. He was really close that you can smell something sweet that's come from him. Now he sits like an aunty who's interested in teenagers'love stories.

"What perfume did you use?" You asked. Out of curiosity and try to change the topic.

He looks at you confused. Then he sniffed his body. "I didn't even take any shower. Since yesterday I guess"

You come closer to him and try to sniff him. There's definitely something sweet smell coming from him. Was it shampoo?

"Aren't you scared of me?" Baji asked. He looking down at you who's few inches from him. His hand slowly grab your neck and bring your head closer to him. "I don't know you did these to tempt me or you just naive that you didn't realize it"

"You haven't done anything to me after many seduction attempts I have done so I thought you just saw me as one of the boys" you said. Definitely confuse. Before you and your current boyfriend date, you already tried to seduce Baji but he never gave in. He treats you the same as other dudes treat you. So you thought you were just one of the dudes in his eyes, that's why you just touch his body just now.

"That's what we call boundaries, idiots" he flick your forehead. "It'll be such a hassle to date someone in the same circle"

You just look at Baji. Yeah he's right. It'll be a huge conflict if you guys start dating then have a fight.

"How about.. you be my personal toys?" You joking.

But Baji looks like he lost all his reasoning. He gulps his saliva and looks at your eyes, moves to your lips, then you nose, your hair, then back to your eyes. "How about YOU be my personal toy?" He asked. Seriously.

You chuckle. Nervously. Didn't expect him to take your joke seriously. Or maybe, Baji never takes it as a joke. You look at him and you clap your hand. "Alright, joke is over. Now I wanna go home"

Not even let you stand up, Baji grabs your waist and lets you sit on one of his lap. "Y/N, I would like to make you, mine" he said. His hand firmly holding your hand.

"I thought you set some boundaries for us?" You said. Trying to not look at him. You must admit that every action of him right now makes your heart flutter and your body becomes hot out of nowhere.

Baji leans over to you and whispers to your ear. "Not until you come over to my house, completely dripping wet, with a miserable face you make" one of his hands has been placed on your face. Slowly stroke your cheeks. "Never know you have such a cute face. Trying to hide something from me" then his hand stopped. "Maybe it's better for me not knowing why you cried even though it is still bothering me"

Baji's hand slowly moves to your chin and makes your eyes meet his. You can see he clenching teeth and how sad his eyes look for a second.

The tension he gave you makes you lose your patience. You can't handle his touching and the way he looks at you. You took both of your hands and grabbed his head to make it closer to yours before going in to kiss him.

Baji took control of the kiss. You just went over to him and he started to lead you. Teaching you how to kiss and you just follow his lead. You can feel he is trying to be careful with it. Trying to make sure his teeth didn't accidentally bite and hurt you. Little did he know you actually love getting hurt.

You can feel his hand grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to him. Then, slowly rubbing your back, and the next thing you know, your bra is unclipped. That's the moment you know it's not his first time. You aren't mad at it. In fact, you are glad. Imagine having two first timers doing the dead together? It's going downhill for sure.

You break the kiss and grab his pants. Trying to do something. You feel uneasy to let him make all the work. But Baji stopped you. He takes your hand and brings it to his face. Making you rub his face and he just feels your touch. He didn't say anything. But you can see he wants to go for a kiss again.

You lean in as if you are giving him permission. He gave in. You can feel the desperation of him. Holding in his desire to eat you alive. He unbuttoned your shirt. Leaving you only with undies and an unclipped bra. You look at him. Waiting for him to touch it. Your boobs. You never showed it to anyone. But you are a bit confident with the texture and size of it.

Baji stares at it. His hand still holding the shirt he unbuttoned awhile ago. You take his hand and move it to your body. From your neck, move down to your chest, and breast. His big hand completely wrapped your breast all over. He starts to fondle your nipple and play with both of it.

Baji bury his face to your boobs. Then lick and sucks your right nipple while his right hand is busy pinching and fondling the left one. You try to hold your voice in but his touch is something. No one holds you before this. And playing with yourself is not the same as his touch. You can't hold it. You end up letting out a bit sigh. Or you can say, moan.

Without hesitation, Baji put his right hand on your mouth. Trying to make you hold your voice. Probably you are a bit loud. But you can feel something growing touching your thighs. It's hot and steamy. Something that you crave.

Baji's finger slowly enters your mouth, making a gap and makes your voice unable to surpass. You start to make sinfull noise. His finger reaches to your throat, playing with your tongue, while your boobs get eaten by him.

You want to touch yourself but both of your hands are busy trying to separate Baji's head from your body. He's too strong and eager. Without realizing, you start moving your hips on Baji's thighs.

Baji can feel your pussy clenching and dripping wet. You can feel his smirking while biting your nipple. He then looks at you who's miserably trying her best to please her down part.

"Oh look, who makes my pants wet." He said as he looked under your pants. "Naughty little bitch"

He helps you stand up. You hold his shoulder as he takes off your pants. You just let him. Waiting for his next move.

Baji then flips you over, making you and him facing the same direction. You sit on top of him as if he's a chair. Your back and his body are touching. Without any clothes, your skin touches your skin. He then spread his legs open, making yours open too.

One of his hands grabs your boobs while the other on your neck, stroking it. "Have anyone touched you there?"

You shake your head.

"Then, you virgin?" Asked him. As if he was a bit shocked.

You shake your head again. "I played with myself with some toys"

"Is that so.." he said. The hand on your neck, stroke your head a bit before pushing your head to face the right side. Baji leaning in and kisses you.

As you and him kiss, he grabs your hand and leads it to your pussy. As if he told you to touch yourself. He helps your finger to rub yourself and let you go your way a bit after that. He then rubbed your stomach and played with your boobs. Feeling a bit too good, you stopped kissing him.

Rubbing your clit and grinding your ass on his boner, having your chest fondled make you lost in lust. Not enough with that, Baji starts to bite and lick your ears from back. You can hear him groaning as he also gets the pleasure from you rubbing his dick.

"Baji-"

"You should put something inside" he said as he put one of his fingers in. Start with one finger, he gradually put another one and messed up your inside. You, who are lost in pleasure, throw your head and arch your back. When you are really close to cum, he stops.

You look at him. "Bastard" .

He just giggles and makes you stand. But your legs are still weak from the simulation you received. You fall on your knees, accidentally bumping his boner. It smells sweet and makes you drowsy.

You can feel Baji's hand stroking your head and playing with your hair. He wants to help you stand but you keep sniffing the thing in his pants. You can see the big bulge and it makes you feel more horny. You kiss and lick from outside.

You pull down Baji's pants and his thick dick slap you. Again, Baji chuckle. Without hesitation, you grab his dick and break it. Jk.

You sniff his dick as you get direct contact. Slowly licking his tip. You open your mouth and take his length. You only play with the tip of his while your hand is stroking it. You try to open your mouth bigger and start taking it more. Slowly move it in and out, without letting your teeth accident hit his. His dick growing in your mouth makes you wanna gag out of sudden. But the hand behind you prevents you from pulling out. You look up at him with tears in eyes. Showing how pathetic you look on knees with his dick in your mouth.

Aroused by that view, Baji pushes you more until his dick hits your throat. You moaned and he cum. He immediately takes it out and kneels in front of you.

"Sorry" he wiped your tears and put his hand under your mouth, preventing the semen from falling into the carpet. You open your mouth and let the semen out. You never taste semen in your life and you feel disgusted to drink it.

Seeing there's some more in your mouth, and you don't look like you wanna close your mouth, Baji comes closer to you and starts kissing you. You can feel his tongue playing with your tongue and end it with licking your lips.

He stands up with the semen in his hand, pulls out some tissue from nearby and cleans his hand.

Is that it?

You stand and go at him. One step more before you could reach him but he turned over and looked at you.

"Be patient idiot" He said as he lifted you. Putting you on the tea table in front of him that's not really tall and spreading your leg open. He kisses your stomach and slowly goes down to your pussy. Licking it and playing with it. You grab his head and push away. He looks at you with his tongue out. He looks so sexy that you put him back.

He began to eat you out. You can feel his hot breath on your clit. His tongue entering your vagina. Then he playfully bites your clit. Not only that, he put some fingers to spread your pussy open.

You clench your teeth and try to run away but both of Baji's hands hold your thighs and bring it closer to him. His face is completely buried in as your thighs sandwiching it.

You came but he still didn't stop. You moaned and begging you to stop. But he didn't. You start feeling something weird about coming out. "Baji enough- I feel weird" You warned him. He kept eating you out and didn't let you rest at all. You came for the second time.

He then stands but his finger is still in your pussy and plays with it. You feel numb but you need more. You feel like his finger isn't enough. You hand start playing with your own clit as Baji just look at it and stir your inside. Who expects you to squirt?

"You are so lewd and sexy y/n" he kisses you.

"I need something bigger.. put your ding dong in" you said.

"What?" He stunned. TF is ding dong.

"Your dick.. put it in" you look at him. With an embarrassed face. Why did u say ding dong in the first place. It's not like you guys are kids.

He smirk. Then he stroke your hair. "Beg more". He said.

You in disbelief. But your pussy starts aching for something. So you take his hand and put it on your chest. "Keisuke, can you put your thick and long dick inside of me and impregnate me?".

As soon as you say that, you can feel Baji's dick roses and poke your womanhood. Your pussy is already wet so it's easy to slide it in. But his size is a problem for you. The toys you use are smaller than his. You can feel your pussy widened. You close your eyes and try to breathe as it feels so full down there. It didn't stop. Baji still tries to push it in.

"You don't have to be gentle" you said. You want him to rail you as hard as he can. You want him to destroy you inside.

"If u say so" he thrust it all in. You lost your breath again. Your eyes open widened. Shocked. Without letting you get used to it, he starts riding you. Thrusting it in and out. Every thrust is heavy and he pushes all the way in. You can feel every thrust hitting in.

"I love how your pussy is eating me. You can't see it but I guarantee you it's a pleasureable view" he said. As he thrust, he played with your boobs and bit you. Leaving a few fresh bite marks. He even licks tears that are coming down your eyes. He notices that you bite your lips and it starts to bleed so he kisses you. Licking the blood to dry.

There's one spot that makes your pussy twitch everytime he hit. He keep hitting that spot. Then he can feel his dick become wetter and your grip become tighter. "You came" he said but he didn't stop. He keeps hitting the same spot. "Who said you can come?"

His finger wrapped around your neck, preventing you from breathing. You were shocked. You try to free yourself as you tap it. But he didn't even try to loosen the grip.

"Cum for me again, babe" he said. He can see your eyes rolled up and your face becoming red. You can see he smile seeing you in such condition. He then slick his long hair to the back.

"Fuck you are sexy" he said as he release it in you. You can feel hot liquids inside of you. He then falls on you. "Let's stay this way for awhile"

"I might pregnant" you said.

"I don't mind having kid" he replied. Rubbing his face on you.

"It's my child you know"

"Who cares?"

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"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

A loud voice shocked you and you immediately woke up. Your eyes widened as you see Baji's mom in front of you and looking at Baji. But that asshole didn't even bother and continued sleeping. He even hugs you.

"BAJI KEISUKE!" a slipper landed perfectly on his face. He immediately sit. He look at his mom that gonna transform to Japan oni.

"ah I'm fucked up" he said as he grab your hand and grab you to his room. Lock you in it.

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So that's how Baji die in his mom hand AHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA

Oh if this reach 300 notes maybe i will do part two😜

[anyasathenaeum]

I have an Eriks-adjacent request for you. How about Vash and Reader, newlywed, visiting Granny and Lina sometime after the main story is over? I think it would be a nice and wholesome scenario. <3

In The End

A/N: Okay I'm just gonna go sob hysterically in the corner because this is literally the sweetest idea Anon I hope you know that I love you for this.

Pairing: Vash x reader, previous Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, potential spoilers for episode 18 of Trigun, hinting towards PTSD/trauma, the author taking liberties

The town was quieter than either of you remembered.

Perhaps it was because people weren't fighting to leave anymore, and bandits no longer ran the place.

"It's so quiet," Vash mumbled to your side, reading your thoughts exactly.

"I know," You replied, squeezing his hand gently in yours, "It's strange, isn't it? Do you think they're still here?"

Vash just hummed quietly in response, "I think so. Let's go, only one way to find out, right?"

The smile Vash gave you was bright, and it coaxed a matching smile out of you in a way only Vash could. With another reassuring squeeze of Vash's hand, the two of you began to walk through the town, reminiscing at the times the two of you had spent here.

This was the town where, a couple years after the disaster in July city, you had reunited with Vash. You had believed that Vash, the love of your life, had perished in the incident, or was permanently in hiding and that you'd never see him again. However, you were wrong, as Vash had been there in front of you as Eriks when you'd blown into this town all those years ago. You didn't recognize him at first, but Eriks had felt familiar to you for reasons you couldn't identify. That is, until you realized he wasn't Eriks - he was Vash. Your Vash.

From that point forward, you had never left Vash's side. Through thick and thin, you stuck by him, comforting him and giving Vash the courage to continue onward with what he needed to do. You and Vash were inseparable, right up until Vash's encounter with his brother, Knives. Once it was all over, and the worst had passed, you and Vash had decided to bind yourselves to one another in every way you knew how, which led to the rings you both wore - yours on your left ring finger, and Vash's on a chain around his neck. Reminders of the promises the two of you had made to each other.

"Wow," you whistled out, looking around the town - people seemed to be calmer, happier, even greeting the two of you as you walked through the streets, "Are you sure this is the same town, Vash?"

You heard Vash chuckle beside you, "Yup, I'm pretty sure. I did spend a few years here, you know."

"Oh, I know, Eriks," You shot back immediately, cocking an eyebrow at your husband.

Vash let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, "R-Right, sorry... I sometimes forget you knew me as Eriks, too."

"Finding you was the happiest day of my life, Vash. Regardless of the name you had, the clothes your wore or the way you looked that day. I found you. That's all that mattered to me, and that's still the only thing that matters to me."

You spoke so simply, every word a well-known fact to you, and it made Vash's heart swell in his chest. He fought back the urge to cry in front of you, instead opting to lift your joined hands so that he could press a gentle kiss to the back of yours, followed by a second kiss to the ring you wore on your finger. His ring.

"I'm so glad you found me, (Y/N). I dread to think what might've happened had you not."

You smiled at Vash's words, "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now, Stampede."

"I wouldn't have that any other way. I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, too, Vash. Now, let's go find Grandma Sheryl and Lina."

"Right!"

The two of you continued to walk hand-in-hand, progressing towards the farmhouse that you both knew had been home to Vash for 2 years.

Sure enough, the farmhouse looked exactly as you remembered - the same weathered paint, the Thomases strolling in their pen outside, the same porch with the rocking chair Grandma Sheryl loved, everything felt as though it were frozen in time.

Vash suddenly stopped walking, and when you turned to look at him, you could see the worry on his face.

"It's okay, Vash. Lina and Grandma Sheryl will recognize you, and I know they'll be happy to see you. Remember, they asked Wolfwood and I to take good care of you."

Your voice was gentle, and you just stood there next to your husband, waiting for him to feel comfortable enough to take the step forward on his own. You knew him well enough that pushing him would get you nowhere - you just had to be patient and kind to him, especially when he wasn't patient or kind to himself.

"Right."

Vash's voice was quiet, and you could see he was remembering something from the faraway look in his eyes. Likely reliving his time here as Eriks, and likely all the horrors that had followed. All the friends he had lost, all the death and all the sorrow, he was reliving it all in that moment.

You reached up slowly, resting your hand gently on Vash's face so as to not startle him, cupping his cheek delicately in your palm as you stroked his cheek with your thumb, "It's okay, my love. You're here, with me. Come back to me."

Sometimes, your words were enough to bring Vash out of his thoughts. Sometimes, they weren't, and that was okay, too. Vash had gone through so much, and you knew he needed time to come to terms with everything and heal as best as he could. You would be there, no matter how long it took, no matter what happened.

This time, though, your words proved enough and Vash's eyes cleared, his focus landing on you as he gave you a soft, thankful smile. He didn't need words to express just how much he appreciated your presence, your patience and your love.

"Come on," You encouraged softly, tugging your husband forward slightly, "Let's go see Sheryl and Lina."

Vash just chuckled and let you tug him forward, allowing you to give him the courage to face the people who had sheltered him, fed him, clothed him and loved him until he had upped and left.

You knocked on the heavy wooden door, your knocks echoing loudly around you both as you waited for somebody to answer. You could hear footsteps from inside, as well as two voices yelling incomprehensible things to each other before the door swung open.

There, standing taller and looking more grown up than ever, was Lina.

She blinked a couple times as she gazed at your face, then at Vash's, then back to yours, then back to Vash's, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Then-

"ERIKS?!"

Before Vash could register what was happening, Lina had thrown herself at him, enveloping him in a tight hug, tears streaming down her cheeks as she yelled.

"Oh, my God, Eriks, you're back! What took you so long, you idiot?! Grandma and I were worried about you, you hardly wrote to us! You really kept us in the dark, you know! I can't believe you're back, I've missed you so much!"

Vash could only chuckle as he held the weeping girl, who despite having grown up, was still small and young in his eyes.

He rubbed her back comfortingly, mumbling softly, "I missed you, too, Lina. I'm sorry I didn't write, it's been a very hard time until lately."

You stood there, smiling warmly as you took in the touching scene before you, as Lina embraced Vash with everything she had in her. Vash was like a big brother to Lina, and you knew how much she loved him and how much he loved her. It was obvious, right up to the moment when Lina cried as Vash left to continue his journey all those years ago.

Once Lina had gotten enough of her tears and emotions out, she drew back from Vash, turning to look at you and then, suddenly, she was hugging you tightly, too.

You let out a startled yelp as Lina almost knocked you over, but you quickly returned her embrace, hugging her tightly - she was still the feisty, strong girl you remembered.

"We missed you, Lina. Look how you've grown!" You exclaimed, rubbing her back gently and smiling at her as she hugged you.

"Yeah, that happens when you're gone for a few years!" She snapped back, her voice still thick with tears.

A twinge of guilt spiked through you, and given the expression on Vash's face, you knew that the feeling was shared, but there was no point to dwell on it now.

"I know, Lina, and I'm sorry. We're both sorry," You whispered gently, brushing away the young girl's tears as you looked down at her, "But we're here now."

Lina just nodded her head before wiping her face with her sleeve, taking a couple steps back as she tried to recollect herself before pointing at you and Vash, "Good. You two better not be leaving anytime soon."

At that, you and Vash both let out a laugh, with you putting up your hands in defence, "Alright, alright, yes ma'am! We're not going anywhere for a bit."

Your answered seemed to pacify Lina, until her eyes suddenly narrowed as she saw something glint on your hand - your ring.

The gasp that escaped her startled you as she ran forward, clutching your hand in hers as she gawked at your ring, "(Y/N), are you married now?!"

You let out a laugh, "Yes, indeed. Have been for a little while."

"Who's the culprit?"

You let out another laugh at Lina's question, and you heard Vash laughing next to you, causing Lina to glance at him curiously, "Why are you laughing, Eriks?"

"Because he's the culprit, as you put it," You answered, stifling another laugh as you saw Lina's incredulous expression.

"No way. You married Eriks?!"

Vash just reached around his neck and revealed the chain that bore his matching wedding ring, causing Lina to squeal loudly.

"What?! No fair, the two of you got married?! And you didn't tell us?! What the hell, that's not cool, you two better have another wedding here with us so we can attend or so help me!"

Both you and Vash were now laughing harder than you had in a little while, with Vash coming up and pulling you and Lina both into his arms, holding you both close to him. In that moment, Vash knew peace unlike he had ever known before, laughing as he embraced those he felt were his family - the person who was like his little sister, and the person who was the love of his life, his spouse. That moment was perfect, and Vash felt a pang of longing, wishing he could stay in this moment forever with the two of you. But, soon enough, Lina pulled back from the hug, tugging both you and Vash towards the inside of the house.

"Come on, you have to see Grandma Sheryl! Oh, she'll be so happy to see you both!"

You and Vash just looked at each other softly, smiles appearing on your faces as let Lina guide you both into the house. In that moment, both you and Vash knew nothing but peace, happiness, and love, and in the end, everything looked hopeful.

Taglist: @mossygalaxy, @ryuukami4, @spacioussoul, @iceoblivious

[isatswap]

(in stars and time spoilers. also, cw for child in peril and major injury. and a LOT of death talk)

Couple Of Gemstones

TTOS version of Stupid Rotten Adults from ISAT

<The second snack room>

Isabeau: This room should be safe.

Bonnie: Break time?

Odile: I'm not tired yet, we should hur--

<Loud stomach growl>

Odile: What in the gems was that.

Mirabelle: Sorry! That was me, teehee~

Isabeau: That was so loud...

Odile: How hungry you must be for this???

Mirabelle: Well, I didn't get this body by not eating!

Bonnie: Yeah, you need to eat. Break time, everyone!

<Everyone is sat in a circle, except for Odile, who is writing someting in her book in the corner.>

Bonnie: Odiiiile, when are you gonna finiiiiish, the snacks are almost readyyy!!

Odile: Like five more minutes!!

Bonnie: Okaaay, take your tiiime!!

Bonnie: ...Hey everyone...

Mirabelle: Hm?

Bonnie: I... have a question. Which Odile can't know about.

Mirabelle: Ah, a secret-adult-no-kids-allowed question?

Isabeau: We need to make sure she doesn't hear us...

Loop: (Say at normal volume:)

"Odile is a crab face!"

"Odile is the smartest!"

"Odile's bookmarks are falling out!"

Bonnie: ...

Mirabelle: ...

Isabeau: ...

(You give a thumbs up.)

Mirabelle: Oh, there are actually some on the floor. I'll tell her after.

Bonnie: Okay. Good. Bonnie: ...so. Bonnie: If any of you kicks the bucket, what do we do with your body?

Isabeau: HUH?!

Mirabelle: What???

Loop: "Yikes?"

Bonnie: Okay, I'm sorry. Probably shouldn't have said it so suddenly. Bonnie: But also.... I know Change has some tradition about this, but I'm not sure. And maybe you want to do it in a specific way. Bonnie: Also, Loop isn't from here, so I wanted to know what their preference is.

Mirabelle: Yeah, I can understand that.

Isabeau: ....Well, usually, Houses recommend burying your body under a tree, so your body can nurture the nature around it. Be part of Change and all that. Isabeau: I would like that, honestly. What about you, Mira?

Mirabelle: I don't know, actually. That sounds nice, but.... Mirabelle: ...I don't think I would like to decide. At least not now. If it will be too late for that, well, you'll have to do it yourself. Mirabelle: How about you, Bonbon?

Bonnie: ... Bonnie: Just try to bring it to my sister. She knows.

Mirabelle: ...And for Odile--

Isabeau: We won't let Odile die.

Bonnie: Over my dead body. Bonnie: Even if we all perish, there are ways of using Craft to make sure she will live.

Mirabelle: I agree. No matter what happens....

(...)

(You're not imagining it.)

(Odile stopped writing.)

(You all talked about your possible deaths, and then you saw Odile read a book about burial rituals... You didn't want to be right, but...)

(...But still, you have to make sure... Maybe... Maybe Odile isn't...)

(...You whisper.)

Loop: "Odile?"

Odile: ... Odile: ...what.

Isabeau: !

Mirabelle: !

Bonnie: !

Loop: "Were you listening to us just now?"

(...)

(Deafening silence.)

(Which is broken by the sound of something dripping.)

(Odile is crying.)

Odile: I don't want.... Odile: I don't want to talk about this! Odile: I don't want to think about any of us dying!

Mirabelle: Oh, Dile...

Isabeau: Odile...

(Tears are running down her cheeks.)

(No, no, no, why did you say anything!)

(Yeah, you had to say something, but she was listening all this time before and she was fine, right?!? Why did you have to say something?!)

(You should do something, you have to fix this--)

Bonnie: Please, listen--

Odile: No!!! Shut up!!! Odile: "If we all die she can still live--" and what after?! What am I supposed to do?!? What will I be left with?!? Just-- just a couple of gemstones?!? Odile: Will I have to be alone again!?!

(She storms off, weeping.)

(No no no no!!!)

(You rush after her before anyone else can react.)

(You finally caught up to her.)

(She....)

(She is being confronted by a Sadness!!!)

(You jump in in front of her.)

(Just like last time.)

(Because you would do it every time.)

(You don't even notice it before the Sadness is dead.)

(It made a pretty clean cut across your face.)

Odile: ...Nononono!!!

(She rushes over to you.)

(You sit down on the floor.)

(It hurts too much to stand up for now.)

(You should be alright, though. It's gonna leave a nasty scar but you can make it to the Lady.)

(You look up at Odile.)

(Her face is

full of despair)

(No, no, no, no! But of course! How stupid of you to be this reckless after what just happened!)

(But what else could have you done?! Let her get hit?!)

Odile: I-I--

(But all of this started because of you anyway!)

(She will never be fine after this!!! And it's all because of you!!!)

(It's all because of--

<Loopback>

Mirabelle: ...What about you, Loopie?

Loop: "Throw my ashes to the wind. Can we talk about something else now?"

Mirabelle: Oh…

Bonnie: Yeah, sorry, I shouldn't have--

Odile: …Hey, are you done talking?

Odile: Because I'm finished.

Bonnie: Good! Because it means it's snacks time, baby.

Mirabelle: Oh, it's a serious business snack time. I'm listening.

Bonnie: Snack times are always serious business, you know.

<...>

<Perhaps in a different loop, after the same snack time...>

(Odile was listening to you all talk about burial rituals, earlier…)

(…)

Loop: "You know, adults are stupid."

Odile: Huh...?

Loop: "We often forget to think about the things we say. Loop: "And some things we say can be hurtful, even if we think they are worth to talk about."

Odile: ...I already knew you were stupid. Odile: But also I don't know where this is coming from. I wasn't listening to your talk.

(You don't say anything.)

Odile: ... Odile: But... uh... If you, hypothetically, said something like that before, I would forgive you.

(...Hah.)

Odile: And....Also.... Odile: What if everyone does--

Loop: "We won't."

Odile: You don't know that.

Loop: "I do." Loop: "I won't let anything happen, Odile." Loop: "I promise."

Odile: ... Odile: I... I believe you. Odile: Okay. Odile: I hope I can also let nothing happen.

Loop: (You smile back with your eyes.) "I think you can."

(You got the MEMORY OF PROMISE!)

(You will always remember this.)

[If the Kid has Memory of Promise equipped, she will buff the party when applying debuffs.]

<Memory of Promise>

"Odile can help you protect them."

[blackberryshortcake]

A Quest?

So, I'm sort of well aware that the Black Butler fandom is basically dead, but I've had this fic rolling around in my head for a WHILE now and I figured I'd give it a shot. I did my best to grammar check this so forgive me if there are mistakes.

Synopsis: A child of Dionysus long reserved and practically retired from the world of gods and monsters finds herself on impromptu quest with a demon, his master and her trusted companion Odysseus (a large black dog gifted to her by Hades, the god of the dead).

Will she survive or will she perish like so many demigods before her....

The heavy door to the small cabin slammed shut behind her as soon as it opened, shaking the snow from her boots so as not to drag it through the whole house. A sigh fell from Y/N’s lips as she looked over at the unlit fireplace and the large black German shepherd in front of it.

“Ody?” The dog lifted its head in response rather than get up and trot over to its owner.

“Lazy dog,” she muttered under her breath as she shrugged off the many layers she had put on before venturing out into the snow.

“They're saying we're gonna get a lot of snow tonight, you know.” She spoke to the dog as though he would talk back. “I stacked some firewood on the porch just in case we get snowed in.” The dog did not reply, merely content with sleeping the afternoon away instead of entertaining the girl's odd tendencies.

............................

At this point, the sun had long set. The wind howled wildly outside the cabin, and the snow was borderline white-out. It didn't bother her much, though. That's what she got for moving somewhere so remote, merely because it meant she wouldn't have to pay a mortgage. Y/N had just sat down with a book and a whiskey when the lights suddenly cut out. The soft music that had been playing from the Alexa in the corner of the room was now silent.

A sigh fell from her lips once more as she reached for her phone, turning on the flashlight.

“Ody, move. I gotta go check the generator.” The dog merely groaned before jumping off the young woman's lap to take his place in front of the fire. After pulling on a few layers and a winter coat, she headed out the back door to the small shed that sat about 100 yards from the house.

“I should have anticipated this damn thing would freeze,” she muttered as she kicked it, hoping maybe, just maybe, it would start back up.

“Damn.”

The trek back to the house was short but still difficult due to the sheer amount of snow on the ground.

“Ody? Looks like we're gonna have to go into town tomorrow.”

There was no response from the large black dog; the only sound was the fire cracking in the hearth.

“What do you say we curl up on the couch tonight?”

One might think the girl was lonely, living out here all by herself with nothing but her dog to keep her company. Sometimes she was lonely, but not tonight. The snowstorm raged outside, the cabin was dark, but the chill had yet to set in. Tonight, she felt safe, knowing that not a monster in sight would dare attack her with conditions the way they were outside. Tomorrow, however, she would have to venture into town to purchase the means to fix the generator. Tomorrow could wait, though. Tonight, she sat curled up on the couch, a fire in the hearth, and Ody curled into her side. Tomorrow could wait.

............................

The first thing she noticed when she awoke was that Ody was no longer curled into her side like usual.

“Ody?” Her voice was hoarse from sleep. Her eyes peeled open to reveal not the wooden walls of her humble abode but a lavish guest room with wallpaper you'd probably see in your grandmother's house.

“What the fuck?” She was no longer on her couch under a mountain of blankets but tucked neatly into an ornate queen-sized bed that looked like it belonged in a museum. Before she could get another thought—or perhaps insult—on the room's furnishings, a sharp knock came upon the door. Her head snapped over to the mahogany door as the knocking was heard again.

A smooth voice came from the other side: “Madam, are you awake?”

Before the voice on the other side could say another word, Y/N threw open the door, half-expecting some sort of chimera to be on the other side. But alas, it was not. Her eyes drank in the sight of the man before her. He was taller than her, but not by much. His hair was pitch black, and his skin was practically a shade warmer than milk.

“Where am I?” The words came out as more of a demand than a question.

“You are at the Phantomhive estate, Madam. My staff found you and your dog on the front steps this morning, unconscious. May I ask how you came to be there?” Hearing him speak more than a few words threw her off even more. Why did he sound British?

“Ody?” she asked. The confusion on his face made her realize she needed to clarify.

“My dog, his name is Ody—where is he?”

“He is being attended to by the servants. I believe my young master would like to have a word with you.”

“‘Young master?’” she muttered under her breath. A million thoughts were running through her head. Am I dead? Maybe this is a sick prank by the gods. Or I was poisoned. Or maybe this is a test. Or…..

The man's voice cut off her spiraling thoughts as he cleared his throat and gestured for her to come with him.

“Perhaps a chat with the young master might clear something up, Miss…?”

“Y/N.”

“Miss Y/N.”

He led her through the halls of what she could only assume was some sort of mansion. The silence was palpable before the man, whom she assumed was a butler—he was certainly dressed like one—spoke once more.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Miss Y/N, where are you from? Your accent is quite odd.”

“Oh, I’m from America. You can just call me Y/N. There’s no need for formalities.”

There was something odd about this man she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was his amber eyes, or maybe it was the reeking smell of the underworld that leaked out of him. He smelled like the river.

“Whereabouts in America?” How far away was this master of his? They’d been walking for like five minutes.

“Well, I’m originally from New York, but I live in Pennsylvania.”

“I see.”

“I see.” What the fuck does that mean?

They came to a stop in front of a large door. The dark-haired man raised his right hand, and a sharp knock befell the door. A quiet “Come in” was heard on the other side. The butler swiftly opened the door and gestured for her to enter before closing it, all but blocking the only exit. The office was larger than she expected. A large leather chair spun around to face her as she stepped forward to stand in front of the desk.

A boy?

A boy no older than 14 sat in the chair with a rather bored look on his face. His elbow came to rest on the desk before he spoke: “My butler tells me you and your dog were found unconscious on the steps in rather odd attire.”

“Uhh, yeah. I was sort of hoping you knew how I got here. See, all I remember is going to sleep last night and waking up here.” She shifted nervously where she stood, ready for whatever illusion had been placed on her to fall away any second.

“I see. Well, perhaps we should start with this. What are yours and your dog’s names?” The boy seemed rather amused by the whole situation, which only made her more nervous. She fiddled with the ring on her right hand.

“I’m Y/N, and my dog’s name is Ody.”

“Ody, and what is that short for?”

“Odysseus.” The tall butler crept closer, still blocking the path to the exit door. She could feel his looming presence as well as some odd magic that connected him to the boy.

“Interesting.” Was all he said before, in the blink of an eye, she had leapt to the side as the creepy butler attempted to grab her. The white steel ring on her right hand transformed into a double-edged sword.

She pointed it at the man in question. “What the hell are you?” Her words were as sharp as the heavy short sword in her hands.

His eyes were glowing at this point, and the boy still sat in his chair, ever amused by the situation at hand.

“I could ask you the very same question. You certainly aren't mortal.” The man’s voice had changed slightly. It seemed as though he was no longer keeping up the harmless servant façade.

“I am Y/N, daughter of Dionysus.”

The boy's eyes widened slightly at her response. “It seems you were indeed correct, Sebastian. It appears she is from another world.”

Her eyes flicked between the boy and the monster she had come to know as Sebastian.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on here?”

Although taken aback by her brashness, the child formulated a response. “So tell me, are you truly a demigod?”

“Yes, and what are you? A fury?” She kept her sword pointed at Sebastian as she inched closer to inspect his face.

Sebastian only smirked before taking a finger and pushing the sword away from his face. “I assure you, I am not a monster—”

“I beg to differ. You reek of the underworld, and I can see the seal binding you to that kid. So I’m going to ask you this once—”

“Where am I, and where is my dog?” Y/N raised the sword to the monster’s throat.

“I assure you, madam, there is no need for animosity. We wish you no harm. Sebastian only wanted to ensure you were not a threat.” The boy’s voice cut through her racing thoughts.

Her head snapped over to him. “And how do I know you're not going to try and kill me, or let your monster eat me for lunch?”

“I assure you, if I wanted to harm you, I would have done so already.” Sebastian's voice was dark, and his face contorted into a falsely polite smile. Y/N lowered her sword, not yet content on putting it away but rather at ease.

“You're creepy. So what exactly are you?” she said while popping her hand on her hip.

“I am but a humble butl—”

The boy cut him off. “He's a demon, Sebastian. Cut the charade and go fetch us tea.”

“As you wish, my lord.” He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly before taking his leave. It was like a switch flipped, and he was a normal butler again.

“Please sit. There is much to discuss.” The boy gestured to the armchair in front of his desk. “I must properly introduce myself. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive.”

“Cool, cool. So what year is it?”

“1889.”

“You're kidding, right?” She deadpanned.

“I assure you I do not ‘kid.’”

“That’s great, just great.” She slumped back in her chair with frustration, willing the heavy sword in her lap to return to its previous state as the steel ring on her right hand.

“And what year is it where you are from?” Ciel seemed almost hesitant to ask the question, as though he almost couldn't believe her story.

“2025. It was January 14th, 2025.”

His eyes widened in surprise, although he kept his composure.

“I just can't believe this is happening. I mean, this has to be a trick by the gods, right?” Y/N asked Ciel as though he knew her or even the answer to such a ridiculous question. She straightened her posture in her chair before continuing. “You know, you don't seem so put off by the fact that a supposed time traveler slash world traveler appeared at your doorstep.”

“My butler is a demon, and you believe I would be put off by such circumstances?”

“Fair enough. Now, how demon-y are we talking? Like straight from hell demon or like biblical demon?”

“Is there a difference?” Ciel took a second to really take a look at the odd woman before him. Her clothing, for one, was odd. She wore a sort of long-sleeve shirt that was clearly old and black. The front read the words Camp Half-Blood with a pegasus on it. Her hair was lazily thrown up in a bun, and her pants were borderline scandalous with how tight they clung to her body.

Her voice cut him out of his thoughts. “I mean, probably. I’ve never met a demon. Oh, I have met an Eudaemon, which is sort of like a demon.”

A short knock on the door cut the conversation short as Sebastian entered the room with Ody in tow.

“Pardon me, my lord, but the mutt would not stay with the servants.” Ody ran into the room before jumping on the young demigod.

“Ody!” she shouted as the dog showered her in affection. Although he seemed to have calmed down slightly, his tail still ran a million miles a minute as he sat down in front of his owner.

“He probably could smell me on you.”

Sebastian's disdain for the dog was showing as he glared holes into it.

“What's your problem? Not a dog person?” she teased.

“No. Not particularly.”

“Well, Odysseus isn’t any old dog. He’s from the underworld. He was a gift from Hades when I turned 18.”

“So he’s a hellhound?” asked Ciel.

“Sort of. It’s kind of complicated and basically requires a degree in Greek theology to understand, but yeah, you could think of him as a hellhound.”

Ciel seemed to ponder a bit as Sebastian poured the tea.

“I will allow you to stay here while you figure out how to get home, but you must stay out of sight while the manor has guests. Do you understand?” She sensed an ulterior motive to Ciel’s offer but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“I mean, yeah, I guess so.” Am I really saying yes to staying with the crazy kid and his pet demon?

“Sebastian, where is the bag you found with her?”

“This bag, my lord.” Her eyes trailed over to Sebastian as he held the bag in question.

“What the hell?”

“Something the matter?” Ciel asked.

“Yeah, that’s my questing backpack that was in my closet. How did it end up here?”

The demon tilted his head. “Questing?”

For not liking dogs, he sure acts like one.

“Uh, yeah. It’s kind of hard to explain, but most half-bloods have a bag they take on quests with them. Although most half-bloods don’t go on more than one quest in their life, since it’s here, I’m almost starting to think I didn’t end up here on accident.”

“Ah, sort of a divine plan?” Sebastian teased.

“Yeah, actually. Or rather, most likely. I mean, how else could I have ended up here if not for the gods sending me on a quest? Although a talk with the oracle first would have been appreciated.”

She could tell by the way these two acted that they still weren't buying into the whole “the gods are real” bit, but alas, they must believe her since Sebastian could clearly sense she is a demigod.

Ciel spoke up. “So tell me, Y/N, are there any special abilities that come with being a demigod?”

She rooted through the bag, only half listening to the question at hand.

“Well, I mean, yeah, there are the basic ones—being mostly stronger and slightly faster than most humans—and then there are the godly parent-specific ones. Like, since my dad is the god of wine, among other things, I can literally turn water into wine.”

“I see. What else can you do?” Ciel turned to look at the boy straight on.

“Well, I mean, I’m pretty good with a sword. You kind of have to be when you're fighting for your life every time you step out of camp. I'm not horrible at archery. There is one other ability I inherited from my dad, though.” She trailed off.

“And that would be?” he leaned forward in his chair.

“It’s not that important.” Brushing aside the boy's probing, she focused her attention on the dog in front of her. “Sebastian, why don’t you show our guest back to her room?”

“As you wish, my lord.”

There was a look shared between the two that, if she had been none the wiser, she would have missed. A look that said “find out more about her” without the words actually being spoken.

With her backpack swung over her shoulder and her K-9 at her side, she stood ready to go and figure out what the gods wanted her here for, of all places.

bonus point to whoever can tell me how many times she said 'Ody'.

So, this fic isn't really a Percy Jackson and Black Butler cross over but more of a demigod ends up in Black Butler fic. It was just easier to write based on an already pre-established world of gods and monsters than to pull one out of thin air ~-~.

[gottastayawake]

Stay Awake or Perish at the Edge of Sleep

Welcome to my TEOS sideblog!!

A place for me to reblog stuff about this wonderful series and make some noise! I have also got a Twitter/X acct at Gotta_StayAwake!

Spoilers are under #The Edge of Sleep Spoilers and #TEOS Spoilers, so if you want to avoid them, make sure to blacklist these two tags.

#Information will be used in regard of what you can do or how to help out in making some noise so TEOS is noticed. Check out this amazing post by @/lady-raziel, it comes with the PLAN of ACTION for what we can do to give our support to Mark and TEOS.

SO, WHAT CAN I DO?

Listen, I get it. I have to work a job I don't like, barely surviving my day to day, and I certainly have no money or a big following enough to try to change the mind of Amazon Execs about Mark and his projects. Hell, I made a whole new blog (which I have not done for anything else in fandom, my blog is an amalgamation of all my hyperfixations thrown in together) BUT I'm still gonna try by doing what I like to do. I'm gonna make posts and I'm gonna reblog, and I what I can do is sign up for a 30-day free trial to binge the series all day. I'm gonna livetweet my reactions to the show on Twitter and I'm gonna make memes and talk about my faves from the show. It's not much, but it's something I can do and will gladly do for Mark.

Markiplier has been a big part of my life and I really owe him keeping me going during the worst of my depression, I'm pretty sure without him, I wouldn't have been able to finish university. So now, I want to do as much as I can to support "The Edge of Sleep", its success will allow Mark to get his movie "Iron Lung" out and some bigshots in Amazon/Hollywood have now done their best to stop him. So it's important for us to do as much noise to get TEOS out there!!

Remember Our Flag Means Death, cut one season short before we could finish their story.

Remember KAOS, a show that Netflix cancelled a month after it premiere and that no one knew even existed bc Netflix never advertised it.

Now, TEOS has been dealt the same uncaring hand by Amazon. They made Mark not be able to reveal where it was coming out, we barely got a premiere date (October 18, 2024) AND THEN they shadow dropped it on the 15th with no notice and for the US audience only. We also know that they told Mark that if the show didn't get into the Top 10, then his movie is at risk of never coming out. Despite all of that, as of today Wednesday 16th, the movie is #7 and #Markiplier is trending on Twitter/X.

So if you can:

Stream the show. I'm cancelling the trial two days before they charge my card and streaming TEOS until then. If you are outside the US, you can use a VPN, and it will work, believe me. Hopefully, on the 18th we can get a world premier and everyone will be able to stream it, but if not, those options are available.

Make posts about it. Anywhere online where you gush about your faves, talk about it! Whether you have seen it or just know the Podcast, don't forget to tag it with #TheEdgeofSleeponPrime to make sure it stays trending.

If you have seen the show, leave a review on Prime, IMBD and anywhere else you can find!

Have fun! It's really awesome to engage with others who love the things you do, even if its just reading and liking posts (but if you are here on Tumblr then you must know that reblogging is the norm here!), so go out there and engage with the fandom, even if its just in your own corner.

Don't let the anxiety get to you, every little thing helps! Now let's get this to be the No. 1 show on Prime!!

[nia1sworld]

Sans: (Walks in the room) That's right everybody. It's your favorite boy Error: GET THE FUCK OUT OR I'M GONNA BREAK BLUE'S SOUL, I SWEAR TO GOD! I'LL DO IT YOU BITCH!! GET OUT!!!!! I. Will. Pop. Him! Blue/Swap: Don't give him my life for a yellow soul

Sans: Will you pop this piss soul? Error: *Le Gasp* PUT THE PISS SOUL DOWN RIGHT NOW Y'KNOW WHAT PISS SOULS DOES TO YOUR blenis. Ink:I Like it when it does to my blenis Error. And you know what? That's what gonna give me the strengths to through this and-

Sans: (As the strings are in his soul): W O A H!

Fell: SANS!!!!!

Error: You thought you were gonna escape and I knew your gonna vomit in here so I have to PUT UP A FUCKING SEAL!!!

Sans (Gets Yeeted): W O A H! Blue/Swap:Sans!

Fell: SANS!

Sans: Talk about a low budget flight

*Ink Laughs in the background*

Meanwhile with Sans:

Sans: Piss soul I pray to you each day, that you will protect me from my sins and my transactions

More in the bottom!

Error: Now, I WILL CONTROL THE OMEGA TIMELINE, AND EVERYONE WILL BE ABLE TO WATCH Splatoon 3 let's plays BY ERROR!!! *Error strings Ink* Error: NOW GET IN THE FUCKING PORTAL!! Ink: Kill me error DO IT!! You won't! I have no reason to have emotions now that Sans is gone and my piss vial soul. Error: I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WATCH MY TIK-TOK COMPILATION, AND I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PERISH, YOU STALKER! Ink: I WILL NEVER WATCH YOUR COMPILATION BECAUSE THEY SUCK!!!! You picked all the bad tik-toks! Blue: I'm just gonna stay in the corner and watch j-just don't kidnap my soul Error: MY DORITOS!! I'M TAKING THEM BACK!! Ink: GIVE ME THOESE DORITOS NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM! Error: I'M GONNA KILL YOU!! NO!!!! Ink: Their my Doritos now error! Error (About to die and this line is funny): INK LISTEN TO ME, I KNOW WHO YOUR FATHER IS! (Coughs as ink hits him with his brush) Ink (Yelling at Error): DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!!!

*Meanwhile* Cross: Am I in Halo?

[tickles-in-ficland]

@alexiskk asketh and you shall receiveith

Care About Me

Summary: After a scare, Ellie realizes Joel does care about her, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

Pairing: Ler!Joel Lee!Ellie

Word Count: 1,613

Warnings: curse words, otherwise all fluff

It had been a long day. Joel and Ellie had been walking for what seemed like forever.

“Joel can we please park it somewhere for the rest of the day?” Ellie whined.

“No.” Joel said firmly as he glanced back at Ellie dragging her feet. “We need to keep moving. You want to deal with more Clickers? Cause I sure as fuck don’t.”

Ellie grumbled as they continued their journey. As night began to fall they were passing a long abandoned neighborhood. It reminded Joel of his friends Bill and Frank, and for a moment, he let himself be sad. He quickly shook off the feeling and kept walking.

“Joel!” Ellie whined again. “Joooooel!”

“Ellie!” Joel scolded. “SHUT UP. You want every infected to hear you? Now come on.”

Ellie looked around. “It’s getting dark anyway, and we’re gonna have to stop somewhere. Wouldn’t you rather sleep in a bed rather than the cold ground?”

Joe huffed. She had a point. They’d have to be stopping soon anyway. He turned to look at the young girl whom he was tasked to keep safe and sighed.

“Fine. But stay behind me until we know it’s safe. Got it?”

Ellie grinned, proud that she finally wore him down. “You got it boss.” she said with a mock salute.

Joel shook his head. “Brat.” he said trying to hide his smile.

With his weapon raised and Ellie trailing behind him, the two approached a house. It was worn down and obviously hadn’t been lived in for decades. Joel kicked down the door before raising his weapon once more. After a thorough search of the house and surrounding area, it was deemed safe and the two sighed in relief.

“Go search for some food. There may be non perishables somewhere.” Joel instructed.

Nodding and disappearing into the kitchen, Ellie came back with a few cans of food.

The meal between them was silent. Once done, Joel plopped himself on the couch and shut his eyes for a moment. This trip was exhausting and dragging a teenager along wasn’t easy.

Ellie announced she was going to go exploring through the rest of the house so Joel shut his eyes for a moment. When he heard a shrill scream come from down the hall, his eyes immediately widened as he grabbed his weapon and flew down the hallway slamming the bathroom door open with his foot.

“ELLIE!” he shouted frantically. “ELLIE!”

Turning his body slightly he saw

Ellie standing in the corner pointing to the ground. A bug. It was a bug.

Joel looked from the bug, to Ellie, back to the bug, and then to Ellie again. He thought this young girl was fearless. Of all the things they’d faced she was scared of a BUG. Joel forgot that underneath that hard exterior and the walls she had built, she was still a kid.

“God DAMNIT Ellie. You can’t scream like that. I thought an infected had gotten in here. It’s a fucking bug. It won’t hurt you.”

Joel said before picking up the creature and tossing it out of the open window.

“I-I’m sorry. It just came out of nowhere and sta-startled me. Sorry I scared you.”

“Whatever. Let’s just settle in for the night.” Joel said setting his weapon back down at his side as he lead the young girl back down the hallway. The house they were in had a few bedrooms but most of the furniture had been ravaged by nature. One bedroom for whatever reason, seemed to be relatively untouched. Two twin beds sat on one side of the wall, with kids toys strewn over the floor. A twang of heartache hit them both, realizing this belonged to a family. A family that was no longer here.

“Get some sleep kid. We have a long day tomorrow.” Joel instructed.

Wordlessly, Ellie nodded before climbing into one of the beds and curled up in the blankets. Laying there for awhile, unable to sleep she turned to Joel who, while had his eyes closed wasn’t fully asleep.

“Joel?” Ellie whispered in the dark, only their small travel lamp illuminating between them.

“Mm?” Joel mumbled.

Ellie bit back a smile. “You know how earlier you came running in when I screamed?”

With an eyebrow raise Joel turned to Ellie, opening his eyes to see the teenager smirking at him.

“And?” he asked.

“Aaaaand.” she said sitting up, now wearing a shit eating grin. “I think you care about me.”

Joel scoffed a laugh. “What?”

“You heard me. You care about me. Or else you wouldn’t have come running in worried.”

Joel shook his head in disagreement. “You’re cargo, kid. If I don’t get you to our destination, I don’t get what I need. Nothing more.”

Truth was, he was becoming attached to this little girl. She was a giant pain in his ass and drove him crazy but something in him felt a need to protect her, to love her in a way he hadn’t since…. well, since Sarah. He never thought he could open his heart again after losing his daughter but this little miscreant of a kid was worming his way into his heart. Damnit.

“Sure kid. Whatever helps you sleep. Now please…. SLEEP.” he grumbled rolling back over.

Hearing the creaking of the wood floor as Ellie climbed out of bed, Joel felt the bed dip at his feet where Ellie had sat.

“Admit it Joel.” she said with a stifled giggle.

“No.” Joel said firmly. “Now leave me alone.”

Ellie sighed, about to admit defeat when she noticed Joel’s foot peeking out from under the blanket. Rising from the bed, she ran her nail along the bottom of his foot. With a jolt, Joel quickly shoved his foot back under the blanket.

“No way.” Ellie laughed. “No fucking WAY! You’re ticklish aren’t you?”

“Ellie.” Joel said in a warning tone. “Do. not.”

“Oh but I gotta.” she said with an evil chuckle as she slid her hand under the blanket and racked her nails once again on Joel’s foot.

Barking out a laugh, Joel quickly jumped out of bed before tackling the teenager to the bed and pinning her arms down.

Taken by surprise, Ellie looked at him nervously. “What the hell man!” she yelled trying to squirm out of Joel’s grip, but he was much stronger than her.

“Joel let me GO!” she huffed in annoyance.

Joel chuckled. “Oh, now that the tables have turned, you suddenly don’t wanna play this game anymore?” he asked a mischievous smirk starting to tug on his lips.

“I wonder if miss tough teenager is ticklish.” Joel smirked as he began to wiggle his fingers towards her.

Ellie’s eyes widened as she squirmed harder. “Noho!” she said a giggle slipping out. “Ihim nohot!”

“Well how will we know if we don’t try it?” he asked rhetorically.

Before Ellie could open her mouth to protest, Joel had began to dig his fingers into the young girls sides, spidering up and down expertly as a dad would.

“JOHOHOEL!” Ellie squealed throwing her head back in a hard belly laugh. She’d never really been tickled before. Life in the QZ wasn’t exactly a magical childhood and so she missed out on a lot. Being born post pandemic, she never got a normal childhood.

Joel’s hands slid up her side as he began to dig into each rib methodically. Ellie’s melodic laughter ringing through the empty house.

“NAHAHAHA!” her back arched, a weak attempt to escape the ticklish agony.

Truthfully she wasn’t hating this. Even if neither would admit, Joel had become like a father figure to her. It was a relationship she was severely lacking. Slowly but surely she was breaking down his walls, as was he with her. And if that meant getting tickled to tears, and forgetting about the shit world they lived in for a few minutes, then so be it.

“Aw. Big tough teenager is ticklish. How sweet.” Joe chuckled as his fingers danced over her.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHUHU!” Ellie cackled, her feet drumming on the bed as tears began pouring down her face.

“Hohow many ribs dohoes Ellie have?” Joel teased, not letting up on his torture also secretly loving this moment where Ellie could just be a kid.

“AHALL OF THEHEM AHAHAHASSHOHOLE!”

“Hey. No need for name calling.” he chastised playfully. “Now hush while I count.”

Ellie squeezed her eyes shut shaking her head back and forth. “NOHOHOHO!” she shrieked in laughter hitting Joel’s shoulder.

“Ohohone. Twhoho.” Joel chuckled as Ellie threw her head back in a hard belly laugh.

“OHOHOKAHAY!” Ellie squealed. “IHIHI GIHIHIHIVE!”

His fingers relenting for a moment but still hovering over the teenager, Joel looked down at Ellie who was panting trying to catch her breath, a few residual giggles escaping.

Joe chuckled as he released the young girl whom he’d grown quite fond of.

“That’ll teach you. Punk.” he smiled ruffling her hair as she sat up giving him a dirty look but a smile threatened her whole facade.

“Asshole.” Ellie mumbled as she gave Joel a gentle shove. “I um- I guess we both needed that laugh.” Ellie sighed playing with her fingers as she looked down at the ground. “Thanks I guess.”

Ellie’s wall had gone back up around her which saddened Joel. But he understood why. It was a harsh and cruel world they were living in but someone her age shouldn’t have to deal with it.

“Anytime kid.” he said giving her a gentle, playful shove back. “Now go to sleep for real. We have a long trip ahead of us.”

Ellie smirked as she got back into her own bed, plotting her revenge.