#i hope you go down to hell and even the devil is too disgusted to look at you

[lowpolytigerthing]

Haha. Haha I love taking the. Taking the queer and therian pins off my backpack. Mhm. I do enjoy this country

[waywardrose]

TO BRING YOU MY LOVE

star wars | kylo ren x reader | rated e | 9.4k

fem!reader, vampire!kylo, modern au, dracula inspired, dub con, predator/prey, kidnapping with restraints, derogatory language (not from kylo), guns, violence, blood and blood drinking, minor-character death, semi-public sex, historical inaccuracies

This fic fills multiple prompts (from sweet anons and the fabulous @thorfemmes) for vamp!Kylo, from his backstory to Reader affecting him to the possibility of Reader becoming a vampire. Thank you all for requesting! I hope you're still around. In case you need a refresher, the previous parts of Me and the Devil are here, here, here, here, and here. (Why don't tags work anymore? 😩) This fic can be read as a stand-alone, though! Title from "To Bring You My Love" by PJ Harvey.

“Biker gang? Pfft!” said your boss Vic in reply to a bar patron.

The agitated patron continued, describing a group of bikers led by a dark-haired man with a scar bisecting his face.

You suppressed a shudder as you mixed a simple cocktail. That sounded too familiar.

You’d begun working at Vic’s bar a few weeks ago. It was an easy job. Vic was gruff yet kind. They’d shown you around when they learned you’d just moved to the city. They even invited you home for dinner, where you’d met their sweet wife and dopey Pomeranian.

After a moment of contemplation, Vic said, “A scar…”

With a dismissive shake of their head and a frown, they poured the patron a double.

When all the patrons were distracted, Vic took you by the shoulder and steered you into the dim storeroom.

“If I’m right, and I hope to hell I’m not, that gang sounds like the Knights of Ren.” You stiffened at the name, but Vic didn’t appear to notice. “They haven’t been around here in years, but they’re dangerous. You keep your head down, got it?”

You nodded as if you didn’t know exactly who Vic was talking about.

“Why would they be back…?” Vic asked more to themselves than you. “Fuck if it matters. We’re closing early for the rest of the week. Ain’t no one living it up while they’re here.”

In a caring tone you hadn’t heard from anyone in months, they said, “Anyone hollers at you, you ignore them. Just keep walking, yeah?”

You nodded again, though you doubted ignoring catcalls would save you.

Vic walked you back to the bar and told you to polish the clean wine glasses.

With numb hands, you carefully buffed water spots from each glass and slid them in the rack above the bar.

The next evening, Vic’s wife called. She never called, so it must’ve been important. Vic rushed out with only an offer to return to help close. You’d assured them you could handle it.

Just as Vic predicted, there hadn’t been many patrons. One of the last — a regular — expressed his disgust for the way everyone was pussyfooting around at night. He didn’t think the sun was going to stop the Knights of Ren from striking.

Oh, little did he know…

As the regular swirled the last of his bourbon, he said, “If they’re out there, no lock’ll keep them out if they want in.”

You politely agreed with a hum. No lock could keep Kylo away.

You didn’t know how you’d make it to your place if the Knights of Ren really were out there.

“Thanks for listening, kiddo,” the regular said before knocking back the rest of his drink and standing. “You watch out, though, pretty thing like you.”

He left a generous tip.

Closing went quickly after that. You clicked off the neon signs in the window, wiped down the bar and tables, mopped the floor, and pushed in the chairs. After shuttering the bar’s front, you snapped the tarnished padlock closed as quietly as possible. It clunked against the latch just as something glinted at the corner of your vision.

The hairs at the back of your neck rose. Your heart leapt into your throat.

You bolted.

You didn’t dare look back. It would’ve only slowed you down. You didn’t want to see a flash of red eyes and black hair, either. That would’ve paralyzed you. And you needed to run. You needed to run as fast as your legs could carry you—

Though you knew you couldn’t win — not against someone like Kylo.

No. No, no, no.

You couldn’t think like that. You’d gotten away before. You’d do it again. It didn’t matter how he kept finding you.

With a pause, you scanned the unremarkable street. You were far from the bar now. You propped yourself with a palm against gritty breeze block. Your thighs ached and lungs burned, all the more obvious now that you’d stopped running. You panted, throat desert-dry and mouth sticky. Tilting your head back, you tried to catch your breath.

The inky sky was as empty as the streets.

And you didn’t know where you were anymore.

You bit your lip and silently berated yourself for not paying attention as you ran. It was especially foolish considering you hadn’t been in the city for long. Unfamiliar streets looked more so in the dark. Questions dropped from your mind to settle heavy in your gut.

Where could you go now?

Your place wasn’t safe.

Who could you ask for help?

You didn’t want to put anyone in danger. No one would help a stranger at this time of night, anyway. Especially not when the Knights of Ren had been seen prowling.

Did Kylo know you were here?

He had to have sensed you. Your blood called to him. It must be the reason they were here.

A soft shuffle behind you threw you into action. You dashed down the street, away from the noise, away from the Knights of Ren. Surroundings blurred. Streetlights punctuated the dark. Your ragged breathing drowned out all other sounds.

You turned right, then left, then another right.

Before long, you had to slow. Your legs nearly gave out. You felt like you were running in circles. Everything remained unfamiliar, yet a sense of déjà vu remained. That storefront looked similar to one a few blocks back. Same with the pile of leaking garbage bags at the curb.

Or were they new?

You skidded to a stop by an unlit alley and braced yourself with hands on your knees.

You were alone. Not even a rat skittered. You slumped against the nearest building. A bead of sweat trickled above your eyebrow.

Whispering a curse, you wiped it away and inhaled lungfuls of air.

“You made this game quite easy.”

You froze. That oh-so familiar voice came from the alley.

“It’s like you want me to catch you, sweetness.”

As if made from the misty shadows themselves, Kylo’s silhouette manifested at the edge of a cone of streetlight. He leaned a shoulder on the nearby wall, insouciant.

Fear, like jagged ice, kept you immobile. The connection you had with him yanked at your breastbone. You grappled with the lure of stepping closer.

“You must be exhausted.”

You staggered away, feet nearly tripping over each other in your haste. The cracked concrete went indistinct as you turned to sprint. Arms like iron wrapped around your middle and pulled you into the alley. You stiffened, though you knew better.

A victim was supposed to go limp. It made an attacker work harder.

You squirmed between stiff and limp, kicking your feet. You drew yourself up to scream. A huge hand — warm, he’d just fed — covered your mouth.

Your muffled cries fell on a deaf city.

He tutted. “None of that.”

You couldn’t stop. There was a chance to get away. If only you could loosen his hold. You clawed at the arm around your waist. No tugging or scratching earned you freedom.

Blood-scented breath ghosted over your neck. A nose nuzzled into your hair. Soft lips brushed the shell of your ear.

Kylo breathed, “I have missed you.”

You paused at his sincerity, eyes closing.

No, you couldn’t give in.

You pulled at the hand covering your mouth. When it didn’t move, you slapped it. He let his hand drift to your shoulder, but not before his fingertips caressed your lips. You wanted to spit the feeling off.

“Did you miss me?” he asked.

You hissed, “No,” and elbowed him in the ribs. “No.”

He tutted again. “You wound me,” he said, though he hardly sounded hurt.

He tucked his firm body against yours off-center and placed a tender kiss on your neck.

A shiver rolled through you, bringing with it memories of pleasure and promises.

“Stop it! Lemme go!”

“Back to that?” He sighed. “After all we’ve been through?”

Tears pricked your eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you, my sweet.” His hand slid to your throat, making you stretch and inhale. “Yet every time you flee.” His grip tightened and voice hardened. “Every time you seek my wrath.” He canted your chin to expose your jugular. “And every time you lock horns with me, it’s others who get hurt.”

You’d caused someone to suffer. Or maybe die this time.

“Don’t fret. It was quick,” he said. “They didn’t have time to scream.”

Vic. That was what their wife’s call must’ve been about.

You squeezed your eyes shut. A delicate tear rolled into your ear.

You’d killed them. You hadn’t meant to choose them, but you had. By keeping their company, you’d sicced Kylo on them. You knew what he was capable of. You realized it years ago. He’d killed so many.

Your gut twisted.

Your voice cracked as you asked, “Why?” You shook your head as much as you were able. “I don’t— I never wanted—” You swallowed around a dry throat. “Fuck, why?”

Why me? Why do you want me? Why do you care? Why don’t you kill me already?

Kylo’s hold loosened. His hand traveled to splay across your upper chest.

“I want to give you everything. All of me.”

His hand disappeared, and two fingers guided your chin to the side. You complied and opened your eyes.

“Anything you want. Just stay by my side.”

You studied his dark pupils rimmed in red, seeing his hunger and ruthlessness and loneliness. None of that had been apparent when he’d barged into your life.

“Just give me your heart.”

“I don’t want—”

He cut off your protest with a kiss.

You hadn’t protested at the start. It felt good to be desired by a dreadful monster like him. He’d opened himself, answered every question.

He’d told you about his mortal life. His mother Leia Skywalker had been part of the dvoryanstvo — Russian nobility. She’d run away to the United Colonies, where she’d fallen in love with some reprobate. Being a proper lady, she’d married him, bedded him, and proceeded to get with child. Leia ran home when colonial life no longer suited her. She’d had her child — a son: him — during the crossing.

Since Leia was married, and Kylo not a bastard, they were welcomed at court. The reprobate soon followed. The tsarina found the Amidala-Skywalker and now -Solo clan quite the curiosity. The tsar enjoyed Solo’s hunting skills.

Kylo said he remembered standing with his grandmother and mother to watch the gilded debutantes being presented at court. His grandmother whispered innocent gossip to him between introductions. His mother appeared to ignore them, but she listened just the same.

On a snowy evening mid-season, Armitage Hux, a distant cousin of the tsar, returned from the west. Accompanying him was a peculiar Dr. Snoke. The tsarina was captivated by Dr. Snoke as though spellbound. She favored Dr. Snoke, going so far as to appoint him court physician.

Armitage took to strutting about every dinner and ball. He was obsessed with Dr. Snoke’s scientific experiments, discussing results in esoteric terms. He collected blood from the hares, foxes, and deer during hunting excursions. At first, Kylo assumed like everyone else it was for these experiments.

Then he found Armitage in Dr. Snoke’s laboratory with bloodstained lips, a beaker of fresh blood in his hand. In a frenzy, Armitage explained that blood wasn’t only a humor. It was the source of life.

You’d stopped him to ask why he’d been visiting Dr. Snoke’s lab. Kylo replied Dr. Snoke had wanted him to read a few books from his private collection. Dr. Snoke promised more knowledge than the tutors his mother hired. Naturally, Kylo had been intrigued.

Intrigued enough not to run from the laboratory.

Armitage showed Kylo a chart of his own making on the distillation of power — “a force connecting everything” — through the blood, from feeble insect to apex predator. Armitage was certain one could accumulate this power by devouring the essence of weaker creatures.

Kylo understood the logic, yet something about how Armitage explained it troubled him. With that reasoning, the most potent essence would be from their fellow man. That sounded taboo.

When he next saw Dr. Snoke, he mentioned Armitage’s alarming hypothesis. Displeasure flashed across Dr. Snoke’s face. Kylo thought he’d made a mistake by broaching the topic. However, Dr. Snoke explained he’d been putting off that lesson until Kylo had more scientific understanding.

In his arrogance, Kylo insisted he could grasp any lesson Dr. Snoke wished to teach.

He thought privately Armitage, who everyone knew to be a bastard, wouldn’t best him. It hardly mattered how many lies his father Brendol spouted. Brendol Hux hid some misfortune for the crown and used that fact to force his family upon the rest of the court.

Dr. Snoke promised Kylo wisdom beyond anything he’d been exposed to thus far. He asked when, and Dr. Snoke offered him an apprenticeship. Dr. Snoke would be journeying west once more in the spring. Kylo could join him.

His mother forbade it. She attempted to lure him into staying by introducing him to any debutante who would indulge her. She bargained. She cajoled. She bribed. When she remained unsuccessful, she turned their whole family against him. Their objections were all they’d discuss with him.

Towards the end of March, the ice broke on the river, and the snow started to melt. He left his family home in the small hours of the night. He met Dr. Snoke and Armitage at the harbor and boarded a ship headed for France.

At every port along the way, Dr. Snoke disappeared while Kylo and Armitage dined. He asked Armitage if he knew where Dr. Snoke went, but Armitage lied when he said he didn’t. Apprehension kept Kylo from asking Dr. Snoke directly.

Kylo said he realized much later he had asked Snoke, but Snoke made him forget.

In Gothenburg, he gathered the courage to follow Dr. Snoke. He feigned a sour stomach to avoid dinner. The sun had just fallen below the horizon. Townspeople lit their outdoor lanterns. None appeared to notice Dr. Snoke trekking through the streets, which seemed improbable since the doctor was exceptionally tall and dressed in foreign garb.

Dr. Snoke turned down a side street as if he were familiar with the city. Kylo waited at the corner to observe Dr. Snoke halt at an open gate. Dr. Snoke’s demeanor went from innocent visitor to ravening fiend in the blink of an eye. His shoulders hunched. His hands became claws. His shaved head suddenly reminded Kylo of a vulture.

Dr. Snoke darted through the gate. Kylo expected to hear the scuffling of feet or a scream, but there was only silence.

Kylo ran to the gate to find no one. He turned first to where he’d come from, then down the street. Both sides were deserted. He didn’t understand. No one simply disappeared.

He took a step forward to investigate. The lifeless body of a girl hit the stones before he could take another. Her dark braids wreathed the splatter of gore. Her joints bent at wrong angles. He stumbled backwards, heel catching. Strong hands caught his shoulders and spun him.

He found himself staring into the red, hypnotic eyes of Dr. Snoke.

“I see you couldn’t stay on the ship,” said Dr. Snoke, who tilted his head like a great hunting cat.

Kylo saw his fangs for the first time.

“And now you wonder if Armitage has known all along.”

Which was true.

“He has,” Dr. Snoke said, sliding his hands to Kylo’s neck and turning down the collar of his overcoat. “So, tell me, are you in danger?”

Tears welled in Kylo’s eyes as he whispered, “I’ve always been in danger.”

“Too right.”

Dr. Snoke struck then. His sharp teeth pierced Kylo’s jugular and drank deep. Kylo felt the sinful pull in his groin. Despite that, he shoved at Dr. Snoke’s chest. It was as though he’d lost his strength. He felt like a pup taking on a bear.

He opened his mouth to protest, though no sound came.

Dr. Snoke held him tight, pressed him to the nearest brick wall, and ground between his legs. Kylo’s gorge rose, but his body didn’t have the strength to heave.

He knew he was dying. Dr. Snoke was killing him. Dr. Snoke would use him until there’d be no more. A spark of anger flared in his gut. He balled his hands into fists and struck Dr. Snoke. His furious heart hammered behind his ribs. This wasn’t supposed to be his death. He wouldn’t end here.

He croaked broken words, groaning at the effort.

Dr. Snoke withdrew with a chuckle, blood trickling down his chin.

“Such resolve! Such strength!” He grasped Kylo’s chin. “You think you have the stamina, Young Solo?”

This was what Armitage had spoken of. There was power in the blood. Dr. Snoke had discovered a way to harness it. He had kept the truth behind Armitage’s collecting blood and his own scientific experiments hidden. They’d lied to him.

Kylo snarled.

Lovingly, Dr. Snoke said, “Beautiful beast,” and smiled, bloody teeth flashing.

Dr. Snoke unsheathed his blade and slit his own wrist. Blood, dark like a desiccated rose, oozed from the cut. The scent of it familiar and ancient.

He watched his hands bring the wound to his mouth. Blood smeared over his bottom lip and poured into his mouth like scalding rain. He dissolved into unknown pleasure, torn apart as if ravaged. He was destroyed and built anew with Dr. Snoke’s blood.

He experienced everything at that moment: the metal taste on his tongue, the hint of spring in the air, the way their hearts synchronized for a second, the emptiness of his veins, the magic in the blood permeating every fiber of his being.

It happened so quickly it was dizzying. It was a taste, then a fact.

The infinite stretched out before him, all possibilities spread like the fan of playing cards on a table.

He’d told you Dr. Snoke became simply Snoke and Armitage had been satisfied as an unaging thrall. When you’d asked what happened to Snoke and Armitage, Kylo replied he didn’t know. He’d escaped Snoke’s clutches decades earlier.

He’d said how grateful he was to have found you: a comfort like he’d never known. His eyes had been so warm.

Yet his eyes weren’t warm when he’d caught you.

You pushed at him, but Kylo’s grip was unyielding. Your protests only inspired him to strengthen his hold. He gripped your jaw to open your mouth. You mewled as he teased your tongue with his own. It knocked the breath from your lungs, as it always did.

The hard length of his cock against your hip made you shiver. Maybe shudder. You wanted him, yet you shouldn’t. He was terrifying, yet putty in your hands. He was a killer, yet wanted to be your weapon.

Gentle fingers crawled under the loose hem of your shirt, brushing the skin above your waistband. His arm tensed. He was going to tear you open, claw at your tender belly.

You thrashed to get away before he could.

Kylo broke the kiss and tightened his hold on your jaw.

“Stop this, or I’ll give you a fucking you can’t walk away from.”

Your breath seized. He meant— He wouldn’t— Oh God, yes, he would. He would force his cock in your ass and drink your blood until you passed out. While he’d never done that to you, he’d done it to one of Armitage’s lackeys. He’d said it was for a transgression.

You’d gone beyond a simple transgression. You’d been running from Kylo for over two years.

“Kylo, please,” you said as your vision blurred with tears. “Please, just let me go.”

You knew he wouldn’t.

He pulled away.

You teetered from a lack of support and weakened legs. He caught your upper arm and shoved you against the wall. You braced yourself on bent arms. The bricks’ texture caught at your shirt and palms. The scent of wet stone and musty mildew invaded your nose.

He cradled your hips and asked, “Let you go…?”

His lips caressed your neck, dragging up your skin. You wanted to flinch from his touch, but he moved down until his forehead rested on your shoulder.

“How many times must we go through this? This game of cat-and-mouse?”

A hand slid up your side and rounded your ribs to cup a breast. You closed your eyes as a frisson of pleasure had your nipple tightening.

“How many people must I go through for you to see we can’t be separated?”

He squeezed your breast just this side of too harsh. You bit your lip. His other hand wended around your waist.

“How many times do I need to fuck you for that to sink in, hm? Surely by now you understand your place.”

He released your breast to tug at the button of your jeans.

Your eyes flew open as you pushed at his hand.

“Kylo, no.”

“Yes,” he hissed. “You need to accept it.”

He undid your jeans and spread the fly.

You realized you’d been a fool to think you could get away. You’d been a fool to believe he wasn’t still Snoke’s, that your love alone would change his heart.

You batted at his forearms, then gripped his wrists. He didn’t budge at your scrabbling hands. He barely reacted to them. Instead, he brushed his lips against the side of your neck.

You stiffened, anticipating the bite of fangs.

“I can’t, I can’t— Kylo, I don’t— I never wanted—”

You’d only wanted the person behind the monster.

It was a tragedy they were one and the same.

Kylo stilled, his lips a scant centimeter from your skin.

You stilled. Your words had been a mistake. Just like leaving him behind had been a mistake. And the most egregious mistake: getting involved with him in the first place.

Despite that being true, Kylo was correct about never wanting to hurt you. He never had. He could and had hurt others, but never you. He’d bitten you, drank your blood, gripped your hips hard when he took you.

But he didn’t hurt you.

In fact, he made you feel good. He made you writhe and moan with blinding, white-hot pleasure. Your mind went blank when he thrust his thick, monstrous cock into you. That might be worse than any fist or fang. Pain you could get over, but pleasure not as easily.

He whispered, “I think you need a reminder of where you belong, sweetness.”

Those words reverberated you into the past. That night had been like this one: quiet, starless, and calm. Until it wasn’t.

The world had tilted on its axis when someone threw you into an SUV while you’d been checking your mailbox after work. Terror choked off your screams before they even gagged you. Rope looped around your wrists and ankles tight enough to bruise.

A long-fingered hand seized your chin and made you meet blue eyes as the vehicle started moving. The man would’ve been handsome with his angular face and long ginger hair if not for the contemptuous sneer marring his full lips. His gray suit was Savile Row crisp, and his black Chelsea boots gleamed in the overhead light.

“Ren’s precious little blood-whore,” he spat and threw your head to the side, where it bounced against the back of the bench seat.

“You sure about this?” the driver asked.

“He will capitulate for this one. Snoke foresaw it.”

At the name “Snoke,” you wiggled away until your back hit the door. Your kidnapper appeared bored and pulled a pistol from his jacket. He braced his arm between the seat and his chest to aim at your face.

You looked from the steady pistol to his face and back again.

“Listen well, you stupid slut,” he said. “You are in no position to escape. You chose this the moment you let that fool into your life.”

You wanted to protest that you hadn’t let Kylo into your life. He’d slithered in on his own.

A tiny voice replied, And you let him stay.

You had. You’d done nothing to stop him, even after it was apparent what a monster Kylo could be.

You’d curled into the corner to stare out the SUV’s tinted windows. They’d tied the knots at the back of your hands, so you couldn’t reach them. You certainly wouldn’t dare bring them to your mouth to work them open with your teeth.

When the SUV stopped, they manhandled you through an abandoned convenience store. In the stockroom, a bald man sat at a bare card table. Scars like melted wax trailed down one side of his face. He wore a gold smoking jacket, loose slacks, and velvet loafers. You nearly laughed. He looked like a Hugh Hefner cosplayer. The only thing missing was a white captain’s hat.

A hand on your shoulder forced you to sit in the folding chair across from him. When you met the bald man’s eyes, any witty remark died in your mouth. His gaze was too intense, too stern, too disapproving — and too ancient.

This was Snoke.

The gag fell from your face.

“You saw Kylo Ren yesternight, did you not?” he asked mildly.

His voice rumbled like strange thunder. He breathed in as if he could taste you on the air, like a snake senses prey.

Despite your mouth being freed, you could only bob your head.

“Yes, of course. Quite understandable now why it’s so difficult for him.” Snoke’s expression turned forgiving as he leaned over his crossed legs. “You are quite the delectable temptation.”

Your gut twisted and toes curled in your shoes at the compliment. You didn’t want to be a temptation for Snoke, nor did you want him sampling any part of you.

Crashing chaos erupted from the storefront. People screamed. Cracked steel and shattered glass exploded through the open door.

You launched yourself to the cold concrete floor, bringing your bound wrists to your mouth. The metallic pop-pop-pop of gunfire snapped overhead. You bit at the first knot and pulled. Hot bullet casings clanked nearby. The knot gave way to the next. You wrenched the next one loose, then shook your hands until the rope slipped from your wrists.

A tide of black vapor surged into the storeroom. It blinded you, but it didn’t stop you from groping for your restrained ankles. The rope there made no sense. You couldn’t find the knots.

Come on! you yelled at yourself, finding the knots. Come on!

You twisted and gritted your teeth and almost cried when you couldn’t undo them.

Light returned to the room as the vapor converged into a figure with broad shoulders and long legs. Unmistakably Kylo. It was the first time you’d remembered seeing him do something like that.

However, you couldn’t focus on him. He was fine. On the other hand, you had to free yourself and escape.

Black boots planted themselves on the floor, spread hip-width apart. Yards beyond them lay the lifeless body of your kidnapper, his head rotated at an unnatural angle. That lovely ginger hair veiled his closed eyes.

You pulled your gaze away to untie the knots.

“Ah, Kylo Ren,” Snoke said warmly. “Thank you for honoring my summons for once.”

Kylo replied with a tight, “Master.”

As quietly as you could, you pulled the knots loose and unwrapped your ankles. Snoke and Kylo had to have known you were still alive, but you didn’t want Snoke directing his attention to you. Nor did you want to distract Kylo.

Snoke’s voice sounded as though he had multiple voice boxes when he ordered, “Come. Kneel.”

Kylo staggered to Snoke and dropped to his knees.

Your mouth went dry. Your heart beat double-time. You were about to witness Kylo’s death. Snoke would take his head and drain you dry. Or worse: make Kylo kill you.

You couldn’t let either of them do that. You wouldn’t allow Snoke to torture him like that. Not like this. Not ever.

Even if it meant not being with Kylo again.

You eased to your knees and crept around your chair. Kylo’s back was to you, but Snoke faced the door. There was no way to leave without Snoke seeing.

“Where are you going, myshonok?” Snoke asked.

You went rigid, one knee hovering above the floor.

“Join me at the table.”

If you sat, what horrors would you witness? What would he make you do? How angry was he?

“Sit.”

“No,” Kylo ordered. “Ru—”

Snoke silenced him with a blow.

Kylo’s head jerked back, blood arcing from his face.

You gasped, already on your knees.

“I said,” Snoke repeated. “Sit.”

You were in the chair before you made the decision to stand. Your brain filled in the gaps: you stood, took the necessary steps to come around the chair, and sat.

“Stay. Be quiet.”

You glanced at Kylo. Blood bisected his cheek and tracked to his forehead. You waited for the cut to heal, but it didn��t. It just bled.

That didn’t make sense.

“Kylo Ren, I’ll give you a choice — like I do in all things,” Snoke said lightly, as if he hadn’t just wounded his progeny. “You can erase your presence from her mind, you can kill her, or you can turn her.”

“No, Master, don’t—”

“You’ve forced my hand in this matter. She knows too much.”

Kylo was quiet for a moment, then:

“If I take her memory, you’ll leave her in peace.”

“Her, yes.”

You mentally screamed for him to refuse. Snoke agreed to you being left alone, but not Kylo. You couldn’t allow Snoke to take him from you.

You willed through Snoke’s hold to say, “Turn me, Kylo, change me. Just don’t go, don’t let him—”

Snoke said, “You belong to him. It’s not your decision.”

The hell it wasn’t.

You wanted to race for the street, get away from them both, yet your feet wouldn’t obey. You gripped the seat of your chair hard enough your fingers went numb.

To Kylo, he said, “Do it.”

You shook your head as Kylo shuffled closer.

Please don’t do this. Please snap out of it. Please, please, please…

A single metallic pop rang through the storeroom. Kylo cried out, gripping his shoulder, and toppled against the table. Another pop. Snoke’s expression went from smug to shocked. Blood burst from his chest.

Snoke’s hold disappeared.

Kylo yelled, “Go! Run!”

You threw yourself out of the chair and sprinted through the store. Broken bodies, warped metal shelves, and shards of glass littered the floor. You sidestepped and leapt over each obstacle, not allowing your gaze to linger on any of it.

“Kylo!” Snoke bellowed and continued in a language you didn’t understand.

You couldn’t leave Kylo back there, though, bleeding and at the mercy of his maker.

Kylo yelled for you to go again.

You ran out of the convenience store and never looked back.

And you never stopped running.

Because nowhere was safe — not with Snoke out there and Kylo potentially under his control.

Kylo now sucked harshly at your neck, claiming you. Your thighs trembled as a big hand snaked inside your underwear to caress your belly. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch.

“Spread those legs for me.” He gripped the curve of your belly, fingers teasing your pubic hair. “I’ll remind you of your place.”

He cupped your mound. Two fingers dipped into your slit. It was mortifying to feel yourself slick.

He chuckled low in his chest.

“You’re going to moan for me.”

You shook your head and hid your face. You didn’t want him to see how you bit your lip to stifle your voice.

He pushed two thick fingers inside your cunt, filling and stretching. You gasped. It had been too long. He murmured soothing words against your neck while he massaged you from the inside. His palm pressed against your clit.

You tried not to move, to quiver, to make a sound. You told yourself it shouldn’t feel so good. You should push him away and run.

His other hand slid up your torso to cup one of your breasts. This time, he was gentle. The fingers inside you pumped slowly while he massaged your breast and teased the nipple. You were caressed, from the full lips nuzzling at your neck to the patient hand between your legs.

Kylo knew your body too well, and you hadn’t experienced his touch in so long. It haunted your lonely hours. Your own touch hardly compared.

“You’ll whimper my name and ask for more.”

He scissored his fingers to stretch your needy cunt.

You nearly asked him for more right there, but he continued:

“And you’ll come on my cock when I give it to you, won’t you?”

You jerked in his hold. He answered by pushing forward to grind the mound of his erection against your ass. He dragged the tips of his fangs over your skin, nipped at the sore spot he’d already sucked there, before placing the softest kiss.

“Exactly like you always do, my sweet.”

He pulled his hand from between your legs.

You opened your mouth to protest. He moved quicker than any human to turn your head, fingers wet with your juices, and silenced you with a kiss. His tongue swiped across yours, warm and exhilarating. You returned the kiss and tunneled your fingers into his thick hair, brushing the subtle point of his ear. He plunged his hand into the front of your underwear again.

Unerringly, he found your clit and swirled hypnotic circles around it. Your pussy became wetter by the second, easing the glide of his fingers.

Against your parted lips, he said, “That’s how it’ll always be.”

But you weren’t Kylo’s blood-whore. Your kidnapper had been wrong. They all were wrong about you.

Kylo kissed you, claiming and deep and wrong and so filthy, you couldn’t mute a moan. He found a rhythm on your clit that made your cunt flutter and breath catch. You fisted his hair as you panted between sharp kisses.

You wanted to cover yourself and hide when his lips curled in a knowing grin.

You tore your mouth from his.

“Stop,” you said, though it didn’t sound convincing even to your own ears.

He ignored you, his clever fingers sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“I don’t… I can’t—” You clenched your jaw as your thighs quaked and muscles tensed. You were so close, orgasm building. “Kylo, I— I’m…”

He slipped his hand from your underwear, leaving you desperate for relief. Your cunt weakly pulsed as your orgasm died. You panted and let your forehead fall against the damp wall. Your combined shadows stained the concrete.

Kylo held your heaving ribs. He trailed delicate kisses along your nape. It was at once a connection and a reminder he could tear your spine out.

Wet fingers traced your bottom lip. You smelled the tang of your own arousal and clenched your teeth.

Kylo nosed at your ear to whisper, “I want to taste you on your tongue.”

You’d done that for him countless times. It drove him mad. He’d suck your flavor off your tongue while moaning and grinding his hips. He’d hold you tight while growling praises in your ear and working his big cock deep inside.

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes closed, despite knowing you’d ultimately lose this war. The only thing you could do was oppose his every pleasure in this last battle.

“Why are you still fighting me, sweetness?” he asked.

Your breath went uneven and your chest trembled.

You didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to fight him—

But Snoke.

Snoke was out there. He’d force Kylo to ruin what you two had.

The thought made tears flood your eyes and stream down your cheeks. When you sobbed, Kylo pushed two fingers between your teeth and pried open your jaw. You didn’t have to see it to sense his heated gaze. Kylo always — always — watched you.

The taste of salt and blood and musk coated your mouth. You refused to participate, remaining still as his fingers explored your tongue. Every measured stroke of his fingers tantalized — and aroused — no matter how much you denied it.

He withdrew his fingers and asked, “Why are you fighting me?”

“Please, don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t take me back to Snoke.”

Kylo nuzzled your cheek and shushed you. He kissed away your tears as slick digits smeared against your lips.

Your breath shuddered around a powerful unease expanding in your gut. You’d been foolish to think you’d get away. This was only delaying the inevitable. Kylo was toying with you. No doubt he had every intention of dragging you in front of Snoke where they’d decide your fate.

You were Kylo’s, and Kylo was Snoke’s. It was in the blood. Not even bleeding yourself dry would grant you a reprieve. The connection you had with Kylo wouldn’t fade, even with death.

“I can’t take you back to Snoke.”

“What? He’ll hunt—”

“No, he won’t.”

You half-turned to look into Kylo’s dark eyes and found him undaunted.

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m Master now.”

His eyes flared red, brighter than before.

You shook your head. What had happened in the time you’d been gone? Why hadn’t he told you from the start? Why had he hurt everyone around you?

“His power resides in me alone,” Kylo said. “And now I’ve come to claim what’s mine.”

Not giving you time to form a question or voice it, he put his hand around your throat and crashed his lips against yours. Flesh ground against bone. His fingertips bruised. You were the meat to his butcher.

He groaned after a moment, as though relishing the near violence.

“Open.”

This time, you did.

He kissed you tenderly, sucking on your swollen bottom lip. His fangs grazed your skin. He flicked your tongue with his. You shivered at the silken touch of his preternatural tongue.

He made a satisfied sound deep in his chest at the taste of your arousal.

“Where is your place in this, sweetness?”

You blinked through the haze in your mind. You couldn’t form a reply.

“I…”

With a merciful shush, he turned you to face away. You placed your palms on the dirty wall. His hands caressed your sides until his thumbs hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

He couldn’t— Not here—

The haze fractured.

“No, Kylo, we can’t!”

He pressed you hard against the wall and put a hand across your mouth. Your underwear and jeans continued to slip down your hips.

“We can. I own the night and everything in it.”

Which included you.

Your lower body followed his as he straightened until your back was a perfect arch. The clammy air whispered between your legs, cooled your inner thighs. He kicked your feet farther apart.

Your eyes widen. He was going to take you like this, for anyone to see.

Your breath hitched at the press of his fingers at your soaked hole. He teased with swirling touches. You tried to keep your hips still, because moving was agreeing. It was acquiescing.

Kylo slid two fingers inside. Your cunt clenched around the intrusion. He purred and encouraged you to rest your head on his shoulder. He pushed deeper, slowly cycling his fingers. You rotated your knees inward, though you couldn’t fathom how your legs kept you upright.

His fingers retreated and pressed in, languid and thorough, as if trying to touch every part of your cunt. You turned your head to lean your forehead on his jaw.

He braced himself with a hand on the wall. You touched the back of his hand with shaking fingers. The fingers inside you sped.

You gasped, then bit the inside of your cheek.

“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” he asked. “Your sweet little pussy isn’t used to this.”

You bit harder. You could only focus on his fingers fucking you open. He twisted his hand until his knuckles rubbed over your g-spot. You squirmed and swallowed a whimper.

“Let go, let me hear you. It’s just me and you here.”

“Ky-Kylo, please! Don’t— I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.”

A third finger eased inside to stretch you even more. Bolts of hot pleasure had you losing your breath. His fingers moved in measured thrusts, over and over. You clung to the wall as your knees almost buckled.

Then he pulled away. You twitched back to follow him or encourage him to continue. Full lips brushed your temple. His big hands took hold of your hips and raised you onto your toes.

“Just like that.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. He was going to take you here. If you tried to flee, he’d catch you within two strides.

Did you want to flee, though?

His touch left your body, giving you the opportunity. The metallic sound of his zipper opening held you in place. It had been too long. The weight of your connection to Kylo fixed you to the spot.

Heat smeared across your inner thigh. Knuckles brushed the underside of your ass. Then the thick tip of his cock parted your folds. You arched your back further, knowing what was coming.

Yet it didn’t come.

Kylo kept sliding his cock in your slit. He teased your stretched hole and the exposed bud of your clit. He did it until you rocked with him.

“Your place has always been in my bed.” He pressed his hard chest to your back. “Will always be. Beside me. With me.”

Your vision swam. The bricks blurred.

“Don’t ever forget it.”

A voluptuous pressure at your entrance made your eyes go wide. Hot tears spilled over your cheeks. You didn’t know how to respond, though you’d never forget his words.

Without warning, Kylo snapped his hips to impale you halfway down his cock. Beyond your control, a choked animal noise left your chest to resound through the empty alley. The bricks’ rough texture scraped your forearms and palms. Your body contracted around the heavy intrusion splitting you open.

Lips flitted along the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Just like this,” he murmured against your skin.

You groaned his name.

Kylo tensed and latched his hands to your hips and surged forward. He buried his cock completely in your pulsing cunt, pelvis tight to your ass.

You threw your head back with a piercing gasp.

He growled like the predator he was.

It was too much. It was like the first time with him. Every nodule on his cock woke nerves long asleep. You panted and shimmied and squirmed as your body acclimated. Each minute movement only added to your growing anticipation.

He gritted out, “Just like this — wrapped around my dick.”

He drew back. You protested with a small noise. He drove forward to start a brutal pace that had your vision narrowing and the edges darkening.

“Filled with my come.”

You trembled with every thrust. Your cunt got impossibly wetter with his words. He must’ve known, must’ve felt how they made you clench. Just like you knew your body — and heart — would accept him.

It had never hurt, and a part of you hated that. You hated how your body obeyed Kylo’s command. You hated how natural it was to kiss him, how easy your lips slotted with his. You hated how he fit so sublimely in you.

It was like you’d been made for him.

He angled his thrusts, somehow hitting even deeper, stroking every sensitive spot between your legs. The hands on your hips tightened as he pounded into you harder.

You moaned and pushed back. He hissed a “yes” and found that perfect rhythm. Your head spun. You clawed at the bricks while he continued an unrelenting assault.

You swallowed gasps and cut off another moan. One of his hands swooped to your jaw, tilting it up, stretching your neck.

“Don’t hide from me. Ever.”

Your breath caught.

“No, promise.”

His voice was black silk when he said, “Taking it so well. Such a good girl.”

You almost replied you wanted to be good for him. Only him.

He must’ve sensed it, because he stopped.

“No, don’t,” you said.

“Tell me. Tell me you feel it, too. Tell me.”

Tell me tell me tell me…

“I do! I feel it!” You shook your head as much as he’d let you. “Please, don’t— Please, I… I want to be good for you!”

Kylo groaned and tucked his face into your shoulder. His cock throbbed. He was going to bite you now. You knew it, could feel it.

His front teeth jabbed into your shoulder through your shirt. His fangs were so close. You hadn’t felt the sting and pull from his bite in so long.

You writhed in what you hated to admit was anticipation. At the same time, you mentally begged him to do it. Put you out of your misery. End the chase, the uncertainty, the killings. End you, if that was the culmination of this war.

He cursed and wrenched the collar of your shirt away. Stitches popped. Fangs pierced the juncture of your neck — a momentary pain. Hot suction followed, connecting your neck to your dripping, aching cunt. It gilded the coiling, molten pleasure building in your core.

He released your hip and plunged his hand between your legs. You bucked your lower body at the touch, torn between his hand and inhuman cock.

Then he began to thrust. He stroked your clit and sucked at your neck. You felt every mouthful of blood drawn from your veins, every slick-slide of his fingers on your clit, every harsh pump of his cock.

He worked your body, even as your muscles locked. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think. The tension and pressure built until you thought you’d explode with it.

But you didn’t.

You shook with each punishing thrust as he fucked you into a devastating orgasm. It burned through you like liquid fire. Wave after wave pulled you into its surge. Your mouth fell open with a silent scream. You couldn’t breathe. Heavy tears streamed down the outside of your face.

Kylo put a hand on your belly, smearing your come on your skin. His cock pistoned faster in your clenching cunt. He released your neck with a snarl. Warmth trickled over your collarbone.

“Kylo,” you mouthed.

He exhaled against your neck, breath tinged with iron.

“Plea—” Your voice broke. “Please, Kylo…”

“Please what?”

His soft tongue slithered over the tender puncture wounds.

Please, no more, you wanted to say. Please, don’t stop.

“Just… Please—”

Please take it all away.

He growled and snapped his hips forward. His pelvis slapped against your ass brutally — once, twice, three times. He buried his cock as deep as it would go before moaning. His cock pulsed. His come gushed, thick like honey, and filled you to overflowing. The warmth of it oozed down your thighs.

It was still for a brittle-edged moment.

Kylo placed his lips on your neck in a lewd mockery of a kiss. His breath puffed across your skin, as if his heart beat like a hammer. As if he had a heart.

You whispered, “Why do you keep hunting me?”

He wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Don’t you remember me saying I’d never let you go?”

Of course you did. However, people say that kind of thing in the throes of passion all the time. You assumed Kylo, despite being a vampire, was no different.

He said, “I call you my sweetness because you’re mine.”

His hands skimmed to your waist and steadied you as he eased his softening cock from your body. Your legs gave out, but he kept you from collapsing. You grabbed the bricks to catch yourself and leaned heavily on the wall, tilting out of Kylo’s hold.

Now that the sex was done, you yanked your underwear and jeans up over your hips. His syrupy come squished in your underwear and clung to the inside of your jeans. You cringed at the swampy feeling and the fact you’d let Kylo fuck you where anyone — everyone — could see.

The Knights of Ren couldn’t be far. They’d probably heard everything. Hell, they might’ve even watched.

You refastened your jeans and propped yourself against the wall in an attempt to muster a little dignity. It didn’t matter what stained your clothes now. They were already dirty with stress-sweat, come, and blood. Whatever garbage juice was splattered in the alley couldn’t make them grosser.

Kylo stood composed and less than a yard away, watching you. Always watching.

You resisted the urge to go to him and bask in his touch — the way he’d smooth your hair and cup your cheek. Like you were a beloved pet.

He’d made you his blood-whore.

The bite on your neck throbbed.

“I said I’m here to claim what’s mine. That still stands.”

You inhaled a stuttering breath and stared at his scuffed motorcycle boots.

“Snoke nearly took you from me,” he said. “You, who I want beside me every night.”

“But not forever.”

You were mortal. You would die. Time would end things, even if Snoke couldn’t anymore.

“Not forever if you keep running.”

You looked into his eyes that were the beautiful warm brown you adored. They went red. Your heart sped. They looked too much like Snoke’s.

“Stop running from me, sweetness.”

You blinked at the reverberating command. Your feet planted themselves to the concrete. You’d been running from Snoke, not Kylo. If Kylo told the truth, and Snoke really was dead, there was no point in running. You didn’t need to be apart from Kylo.

“You are everything good in my existence,” he said. “I refuse to be separated from you any longer.” He slashed at the air. “I won’t allow anyone to stand in my way.”

Not even you.

He’d made sure of that, too. Everyone you’d become friendly with in your mad dash from anyone vampiric had been killed. It’d been your fault. You’d acted like a spooked rabbit, running from burrow to burrow — and condemning every soul along the way.

He took a half-step closer.

“Am I not yours?”

“If you were mine, you’d know not to hurt people who’ve helped me.”

“Helped you?” He tilted his head with a huff. “Helped you? They allowed you to live in squalor.”

You let out a scornful laugh and crossed your arms over your chest.

Living in pre-furnished studio apartments or clean hostels wasn’t what you’d call squalor. It wasn’t a gothic castle overlooking a forested valley, either. Then again, no one you’d worked with lived in better conditions. Not even Vic, who only had a cozy one-bedroom.

Kylo held out a hand.

“Come with me. Let me give you what you deserve.”

You glanced at his broad palm and long, sturdy fingers. There was a time when those hands cradled you and loved you. There was a time when you didn’t know what they looked like covered in blood.

“I deserve peace,” you said.

“I can give you peace and safety. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You read between his lines. He’d give you anything as long as you stayed with him. If you explored the world on your own, you’d be exposed — as would he. You’d always be a weak point to exploit. You’d always be vulnerable. Snoke had figured that out.

You uncrossed your arms and looked into his eyes. Red encircled his irises, as though his vampire nature had been eclipsed.

“Give me your blood. Make me strong like you. Make me a vampire.”

He reared back as if you’d swiped at him. Astonishment painted his features.

“You want me to be your sire?”

“You want me beside you every night, don’t you?”

He breathed, “You love me.”

“Do you love me?”

He wet his bottom lip — such a human gesture — while his gaze darted to the side.

“I shouldn’t. It is a hindrance.” His dark eyes were like pools of deep water when they met yours. “You’ve seen what my kind do to each other.”

He indicated the scar going up his cheek. Snoke had missed ruining Kylo’s eye by millimeters.

You nodded and moved closer to touch the scar. It was a smooth, narrow groove in his blood-warmed flesh.

If Snoke had struck you like he’d stuck Kylo, it would’ve destroyed your jaw and cheekbone. You would’ve had implants and surgeries and weeks of speech therapy.

“I shouldn’t,” he repeated, and pressed your hand to his cheek.

“Neither should I.”

Not after all he’d done.

You’d hated him. You’d feared him. You thought about him every single day. You’d imagined different scenarios, from fighting him to falling at his feet to staking his heart.

He placed his other hand on your hip.

“No, you shouldn’t.”

You’d downplayed your feelings before Snoke had taken you. You’d told yourself you were satisfied with Kylo visiting a few nights every week. You had your freedom and privacy, a decent job and apartment, and a vampire lover. What more could you need?

Kylo lived in a different world, one he didn’t allow you to play tourist in. He’d said he wanted you to live a normal life. He wanted you happy and safe. At your insistence you were safe — and perfectly happy! — he exploded from the sofa where you two had been lounging. He’d flipped the coffee table and yelled you couldn’t possibly be either.

You’d ordered him out, telling him to leave and not come back until he wanted to behave. You hadn’t wanted to look at him right then. He’d rounded on you with a snarl, fangs flashing.

Then he’d been on you, kissing you, devouring you, tasting every inch of your body. He held you down and fucked you: on your knees, on your back, on the sofa, on the floor, on the upended coffee table, on your bed. You’d climaxed over and over again. He hadn’t stopped until dawn forced him to ground. You’d called in sick to work and sat in an epsom-salt bath for nearly an hour.

“I can’t leave this existence,” he now said. “I can’t leave you, either.”

“Then don’t.”

He shuffled you to the wall, his touch gentle. He always returned loving and tender, with sweet words and sweeter caresses.

“I’ll never let you go. I can’t.”

He grazed his fingertips across the clotting wound at your neck. You closed your eyes with a sigh. It should’ve stung, yet all you felt was him. He repositioned your hand from his cheek to his muscled shoulder. You slid your palm under the weight of his hair to hold his nape.

“Then don’t.”

You stared into his eyes, watching as red bloomed across his irises. It didn’t startle you any longer. The white of his delicate-tipped fangs gleamed. You drew him towards the wound and tilted your head back.

He made a desperate, hungry sound and wrapped you in his arms, supporting your head. You relaxed into his hold. Your breath shallowed.

This was the end. The end of running, of being scared, of the war you never wanted in the first place.

A faint star glimmered overhead — the lone witness to the ceasefire.

Kylo struck. He bit deeper than he ever had before. You gasped and clung to him as he drank the first mouthful. Your blood gushed with every beat of your heart.

Your feet left the ground. The night spun in a cacophony of dingy brick, velvet sky, and sodium lights. It spun and spun into a soft blur where nothing touched you and you touched nothing. Not even Kylo.

Liquid metal poured into your mouth, raging and carnal and animalistic. You swallowed. It was like swallowing a hot sea, like drowning. There was so much, too much. Energy filled you and flowed through you until you crashed against Kylo.

You opened your eyes and saw him as though it was the first time. You cradled his stunning face in your hands, his skin so new and electric. His eyes held all the warmth in the universe ��� its heat death quite improbable while he existed.

“I’m never letting you go,” you said, and kissed him.

[bitethedevil]

Pet names pls 🙏 you can make it silly or not, depends on what you want. But he has hundreds (probably) for Tav. I need to see him being called Pookie 💀 or just anything. Even babe. Slip of the tongue "here's your crown babe" or "you looked hot conning those poor people out of their souls today babe" 😳☠️

Lmaooo thank you for this. I had so much fun with this one. I think it would break his mind.

Pookie

“Alright, thanks pookie! See you later.”

Raphael froze just a moment too long. His brow furrowed and he blinked in confusion at the audacity of what he just thought heard come out of the adventurer’s mouth.

He came back to his senses and snapped his fingers to disappear from Last Light Inn and go back to the Hells. Pookie? “Pookie”? He had been called many things by mortals throughout his long life, but never something quite as revolting as that. Surely, he must have misheard.

He was not sure why, but he could not let it go. It was stuck in his head. Of course, he could call the adventurer whatever he pleased, but it did not work the other way around. It was the equivalent of a dog calling its master a pet name. He should have caught that little act of disrespect while he still had the chance, but instead he had simply stood there at a loss for words.

“You have that look on your face,” Haarlep said and made him snap back to reality. “As if you are thinking so hard that your head might explode any moment now.”

Raphael blinked and then scowled at them over his shoulder.

“What is it?” they asked and wrapped their arms around him from behind. “Did your little date with the adventurers go badly?”

“No,” Raphael said absentmindedly and leaned back against their touch. “No, it went quite well…”

“What then?” they asked and slowly started unbuttoning his doublet while their head rested on his shoulder. “You’re even tenser than usual.”

“It’s truly of little importance,” he said. “It’s simply something they said, though I must have misheard them.”

“Well, what did they say?”

“They called me something odd,” Raphael said and shook off his doublet. “No matter. I clearly must have misheard, as I said.”

“Oh, did they call you something mean?” Haarlep cooed and kissed his neck. “Poor thing.”

Raphael rolled his eyes and sneered. He pushed them away. He removed the rest of his clothing himself. They chuckled at him.

“My, it must be something bad, or you wouldn’t be this touchy about it,” they stated with a smirk. “What was it?”

“Nothing of importance, Haarlep,” Raphael warned them firmly not to push further. “Let it go.”

He discarded his shirt and started untying his pants.

“Did they finally put together that you are a cambion and not really a devil like you say you are? Did they call you a half-breed? That one always seems to rile you up.”

Raphael sent them a warning look. They threw up their hands in surrender, still with that wide smile on their face.

“What then?” they asked softly. “Please…I am ever so curious…”

Raphael grumbled at their persistence. He would not get a moments peace before he had told them.

“They called me perhaps the most repulsive term of endearment I have ever heard,” he said. “I can barely even convince myself to say it…”

Haarlep’s eyes shone with gleeful anticipation.

“What is it?”

Raphael frowned and opened his mouth to say it before closing it again. His nose wrinkled in clear disgust.

“I believe they called me…’Pookie’,” he spat the word with disdain. “Or at least that is what it sounded like. Can you believe it?”

He heard the faintest sound of a snort and then it was dead quiet behind him. Too quiet. Raphael raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder. They were muffling themselves with a pillow over their head and shaking with laughter. Raphael reached over and pushed the pillow down harder over their face, hoping to suffocate them. It did absolutely nothing to stifle their laughter that only seemed to grow even more high-pitched.

He had just sown the seeds for the deal of his life. The Orphic hammer in exchange for the Crown of Karsus. Though Tav had not yet signed, he knew that he had her. She was interested and she was going to sign. Thousands of years in the trade had given him excellent instincts for such things. The look in her eyes, the silent contemplation as she considered her answer …she would be back, and she would sign.

“I will have to speak with my companions first,” she said with a small smile. “It’s a big decision, you know.”

“Take all the time you need, my dear,” Raphael said with a smirk. “I’ll be here waiting, should you change your mind.”

“I appreciate that,” she said and turned to walk away. “Bye, pookie.”

He caught her immediately that time. He grabbed her arm firmly, but not too hard, and forced her to face him. She looked from his hand on her arm to his face with mild confusion. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“No,” he said firmly and raised a finger at her as if scolding a naughty child.

“No, what?” she asked.

She looked at him with that empty-headed look that she always seemed to wear. That small smile and those wide eyes that made it seem as if the girl had never had a thought in her life.

“That disgusting word you just said,” he said with a calm though firm tone. “I won’t allow it.”

“What word?” she asked. “Oh, ‘pookie?’”

His eye twitched ever so slightly at hearing it again. The word had haunted him ever since she first said it. Even worse, Haarlep now refused to call him anything else. He was not having it.

“Yes, that word,” he said.

“Oh, but I thought that was our thing,” she said with a smile.

He let go off her arm. Raphael looked at her with a mix of disgust and mild confusion, urging her to explain herself further.

“You call me all sorts of things,” she said and started listing names. “’Little mouse’, ‘dear’, ‘apple of my eye’…”

“It is different,” he stated as if it was obvious. “Even if it was not, you can not convince me that anyone would find your unpleasant little pet name anything less than insulting.”

She shrugged and moved towards the door, following her companions out.

“I don’t think it’s that different, babe,” she said and smiled widely at him. “See you soon.”

Raphael took the slowest, deepest breath he could take after she closed the door after herself. His eye twitched again and he tried to remind himself of what was on the line. He needed that deal, he needed that deal, he needed that deal—

[sorapricots]

Blueberry Pie

Summary: Wade Wilson is finally home, with Mary Puppins and his new friend Logan. And he cannot wait to eat your classic blueberry pie.

Pair: Wade Wilson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Wade Wilson is a warning, curse words, sex jokes, blood mentioned, tell me if there's more warning I didn't put in this list

A/N: as my promise, a wade wilson fiction is here. I hope I can write down Deadpool’s character well cause let’s be honest unless u have the same lvl of ADHD u will have a hard times to write down Deadpool’s character.

W.C: 1,9k 

It’s been two days. Two days since you realized your lover, Wade, was gone. And in those two days all you do is just sit in the kitchen area, staring at the door, waiting for Wade to come back. TV can be heard in the background with Blind Al commenting on it every once in a while. You are glad that you decided to just agree with your lover when he suggested staying with Blind Al instead of searching for a new apartment. You don’t know if you can stay sane enough if you have to wait for Wade alone.

“Girl, stop sitting in front of the door like a guarding dog, why don’t you join me enjoying this devil’s dandruff.” Blind Al’s voice snapped you out from your daze. You look at her sigh a little bit before you walk to her.

“You really need to tone down inhaling that sinful powder before your whole organs are covered with it y’know” you jokingly said as you sat beside her. Blind Al just gives you a snort. You just let her do her thing while you blankly stare at the TV. 

Oh how you miss your man. Even though he can be annoying with all of his sex jokes, you still love him nonetheless. You frown a little bit, worried start to eat you out again as you watch Blind Al. Without you realizing, you start to pick on your fingers, a bad habit you do when you are nervous or scared. As much as you want to believe that your boyfriend can’t die, you can’t help but worry about him. 

Suddenly you hear commotion on the road in front of your apartment. Your brow furrowed as you looked at Blind Al who looked like she didn’t give any care in the world with the commotion outside. Without saying anything you quickly look from the window near the TV. 

When you open the window, the destruction of a small shop you used to visit greets your eyes. A lot of sparks sprouted from the shop. Your eyes widened while your brain tried to decide if you should go down and look closer or not. A sudden tap on your shoulder makes you yelp.

“What in the hell is going on down there?” Blind Al asks as she tries to “look” at the road. You let out a deep breath before you briefly explain what happened to her. She muttered some words under her breath that you didn’t bother wanting to know. Both of you now stand beside each other, watching the shop. You are so focused on the shop that you didn’t realize there’s a large sparkly circle across the shop.

“What… is that…” you muttered to yourself as you moved your eyes back to the shop. Suddenly you saw two figures. One in a red suit and the other in yellow spandex. For a second you thought you were hallucinating, not until you rubbed your eyes that you are sure that the figure in a red suit is none other than your lover.

“Wade?!” you screamed. The guy in yellow spandex looks up to your direction as you quickly cover your mouth. Blind Al once again tries to look in the same direction you are looking right now which she failed miserably.  Suddenly you see your lover on his knees with his body language screaming in joy while the man in yellow spandex looks at him with pure disgust. 

“What is happening…” At this point you are talking to yourself as you follow the direction of your lover’s body. There’s a dog… in a red suit too, running to him. You tilted your head to the side. A bit confused when the dog jumps to him like it has known him for a long time. Your man and the rugged man talk for a bit before you see another man in a red suit running towards them. You gasp looking at his face, looks the same as the Wade Wilson you know before he became the way he is right now. The three of them then start talking before the Wade without the mask turns his body to the same direction he came from. 

A gasp escapes your lips when you see dozens upon dozens of deadpools variants walking through the sparky circle. Your hand automatically holding Blind Al’s arm as you wait to decide if both of you should duck and hide or not. Blind Al is about to ask something but you softly hush her down as you can feel the tension of danger thick in the air. 

The deadpool with ponytails talks briefly before she pulls out two guns and starts shooting towards your deadpool. You pull Blind Al away from the window a bit as you see the man in yellow spandex run to hide behind the car with the dog in his hand and your lover using the normal face looking Wade as his shield while following the rugged man. You internally slap your forehead as you claim that the deadpool with the mask is indeed your lover.

You then decided to retreat from the window trying to pull Blind Al with you but the woman refused to leave the window. So you just let her be as you walk back to the kitchen. Your heart is beating fast due to the mixed emotions you have right now. You quickly grab a glass of water to calm down your nerves while gunshots and people fighting can still be heard on the outside. 

“Motherfucker, I wish I was deaf.” Blind Al said. You let out a snort as you can tell from the sounds itself how gruesome the fight is. 

“Sure you are,  Al.” you retort back as you decided to just start baking to prepare when your lover finally comes back.  As much as you are worried about him right now,  something in your heart tells Wade will come back home. You start to prepare a bunch of ingredients for your specialty dessert that Wade loves so much. A blueberry pie. 

You start by pulling out the pie crust dough that you keep in the fridge. Letting it soften up a bit as you start mixing fresh blueberries, lemon zests, lemon juice, sugar, flour, and cinnamon powder. After you are done mixing them you check the pie crust before you start to flattened the pie crust dough and put it in the pan. Once it’s done you carefully dump the blueberry you mixed before and put pie crust strips on top of it before you chuck the pan to the oven. While waiting for your pie, you decided to cook food other than dessert since the clock was about to hit lunch time. 

“Hey Blind Al, what do you want to eat?” you ask as you wipe down the kitchen counter from all the mess of the pie ingredient. Althea walks to the kitchen slowly and sits on one of the stools. Her back facing you instead of her face. She let out a spicy wings as her answer. You hummed in agreement as you started to cook the food. 

“Sunshine? Al? I’m back!” You and Al heard the door open as Al started to walk to the door. You immediately run after her and see Wade holding the dog and his new friend. You let out a small scream before you run to Wade. In which he is quick enough to give the dog to his friend before you crash his body with a tight hug. You let out soft sobs as you hide your face on his neck. Didn’t care with the dirt and blood on his suit. You are glad he is safely back home now. 

“About damn time! You holdin’? I’m all out devil’s dandruff  and I’m shaking like an angry vibrator!” Al angrily spoke. You can feel Wade let out a sigh as his hand rubs your back softly with his other hand holding your hips. 

“Thank you, Al. We have company.” you pull back a little as you give Wade’s new friend a welcoming smile which he returns back with an equally polite one. 

“Baby, Althea, this is… this is Logan.” Wade stares at Logan briefly as Logan gives him a quick nod. You chirped a quick hello with a smile. Logan answers with a nod his head to you.

“Nice to meet you, Logan” Althea lifts her hand as an invitation to shake hands with Logan. To which the man returned it back. You cannot stop smiling because you see that not only is he safely home but also has a new friend. 

“And this ancient anal shit not, is Mary Puppins or as I like to call her dogpool. Want to treat yourself to a little stroke?” You let out a giggle when Logan gives back Dogpool to Wade and he slowly holds out Dogpool towards Althea. Althea carefully reaches out and touches Dogpool’s tongue which she immediately pulls her hand away.

“Oh my God, Motherfucker.” you let out a loud laugh as you watch Althea and Wade continue talking while Logan just shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly you hear a beep from the oven. You clapped your hands quickly.

“Oh! It’s ready! Come, come take a seat. I’ll prepare you all something.” You pull Wade’s arm and Althea while Logan follows behind. The three of them sit at the dining table as you put your blueberry pie out of the oven. You quickly whip out 4 plates and a pint of vanilla ice cream. Skillfully cut the pies and scoop the ice cream before taking it back to the dining table.

“No way!” Wade chirped excitedly as he let down Dogpool who then started running to you. Your smile widened when Wade help you to bring the plates to the table and sit down beside you. 

“Logan you have to try my Pookie’s Pie! It’s the best pie in the world. Especially with vanilla ice cream!” Wade talks like a child as Logan stares at the dessert for a second before he carefully eats the pie. You watch Logan intently wanting to know if he likes it which he does let out a content hum while nodding his head. 

“It’s good. Thanks, bub.” Logan said as Wade squeals as he gives you a kiss on the cheek making you laugh before he dives into his pie. The four of you start talking with Wade’s hand holding yours tightly. 

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“Thanks for the pie, mi amor. It’s the greatest pie I ever knew.” Wade, already back in his casual outfit, softly said to you as you watched him wash the plates. You smile as you turn off the water faucet and pull him towards you. Caging him between your legs. His hands immediately went to your hips as your hands circled his neck. 

“Anything for you, love.” you whispered as you stared at his eyes. Hands carefully play with the staples that he had on his head for securing his toupee. 

“I was so worried you would not come back, Wade.” your voice quivers as you watch Wade frown a little. He rubs the side of your body before one of his hands cups your cheek. Thumbs carefully wipe your tears as he coo. 

“You know I will always come back to you no matter what, sweet.” you let out a whimper of sadness as both of you close the gap between your face. 

“You promise?” you softly ask him. He nodded before he kissed you softly. 

The kiss is soft and full of love and passion. There’s no lust or aggression behind it. A kiss that makes you sobs even more as you can feel how much love Wade has for you just through his touch on your body. 

You both stay like that with both of your foreheads touched while basking in each other’s warmth. 

[angyo]

I unironically love csm 167. Not for horny, but because it's so fucked up on so many layers and if it follows up on even 1 of those layers of fuckery it's gonna be explosive.

Denji:

He's already been sexually assaulted so many times. Every time he has a dream it gets monkey's pawed into fucking him up worse. He doesn't know what he wants. Deep down he just wants to be loved and be able to trust that if he puts his soul into the hands of another person it won't get crushed. But his love for aki and power was used to break him. His love for reze and makima betrayed. His love for nayuta and the dogs used to goad him into violence. Everyone he opens his heart to either dies or uses him, so all he has left is this hope that sex gives him the love he so deeply needs without the commitment that makes it dangerous. He thinks getting his rocks off might give him the same love he needs without the possibility of having it stolen from him. An orgasm is an orgasm, even if the other person immediately betrays you you still got "love" in a far more transactional and solid sense.

But that's not how it works. Post-orgasm is a very vulnerable time, especially if it's from a high tension surprise hand job (rape) in a backalley. It's his last dream that hasn't been ruined yet and it happened after a castration attempt and will likely end with Asa looking at him like a disgusting monster and vomiting on the ground.

Yoru:

Of course the war devil can't process love. She and Asa share a body and swap a lot of emotions but they're still different people and when something they now feel strongly goes so directly against all of their lives experience they'll react in unpredictable and possibly dangerous ways, ESPECIALLY war. Yoru got the memory of the first kiss meaning asa probably got it too. Asa's not stable, she's so desperately lonely this revelation that denji never stood her up must've felt so relieving. But yoru was in charge when asa got this flood of emotion. War isn't about love or compromise, it's about stealing from the weak and kind, asserting absolute authority, and a lot of rape and pillaging. Of course when faced with such a human and kind emotion as love war doesn't care about anything but satiating the most immediately available impulse in a way that asserts her "superiority" and leaving before she'd have to actually confront the emotional turmoil she caused.

Asa:

Oh she's fucked. Just like denji she is desperately lonely and always has love ripped away from her in the cruelest ways. But unlike him, she just pretends she doesn't need it and tries to feel superior so she doesn't have to feel the real depth of her loneliness. Yet she can't help but love anyway, and every time she falls into the trap of caring it dissolves all of her defenses and when it's betrayed it breaks her core. She is sex-repulsed, which is understandable for a teenager and possibly a sign of asexuality but thematically can be tied to her fear of opening her heart to damage. There's a difference between finding it disgusting on a reasonable level and being so viscerally disgusted by the thought it can drag you into hell. Sex is vulnerable. Your expose a lot of really sensitive organs to each other and stimulate hormones that make you open yourself up and expose yourself to risks like stds. When it feels like all her vulnerabilities get hammered against her of course she'd be scared of such a vulnerable act.

And now she's got cum on the only hand she has left, denji's spit in her mouth, and the lingering feeling of his dick on her, again, ONLY REMAINING HAND. And he's going to need aftercare, and really substantial care because she just sexually assaulted him and he doesn't know she's 2 different people. He's either gonna be so immediately depressed by the anticlimax of his first time he starts isolating or so desperate for this sex to be the time it finally means love he clings to her but it's gonna be terrifying to her because yoru took her subconscious vulnerability and externalized it to hurt the guy she just realized might be the only person to actually give a shit right now. She loves him and as soon as she lets that emotion wash over her it gets used to melt him into a puddle of desperation and vulnerability right in her arm that is so far beyond anything she can emotionally handle it could make him hate her forever. The only one who ever gave a shit and in the span of a couple minutes her body has been used to deconstruct him into a million little pieces she couldn't possibly put back together.

Not to mention the fact that in assaulting denji yoru also sexually assaulted Asa but denji doesn't know that. They both need immediate calming that isn't going to happen.

And she can't run away from yoru. The girl who assaulted her, exploited every vulnerability she has, and ruined her only chance is in her head. Even if denji realizes his worth and runs away asa is still stuck. Her assaulter is in her head, and the only hand she has left is covered in jizz.

[lovelywritinglady]

Strangers (Part.1)

Reiner Braun x fem!Reader

Season 3 Spoilers and Season 4 light spoilers You and Reiner use to be a couple until you found out he was the Armored Titan…

Time line is going to be ever so slightly altered for the next part.

Third Person Pov

"How could you Reiner?" You cried out to him trying to keep yourself balanced on the tree branch below him.

"What do mean, if you're talking about why I took you, it's simple. I love you and I just couldn't leave you to die along side these devils." Reiner spat in disgust as his eyes lingered on your shaky from below.

"Devils, how could you ever think we are devils?" You questioned him

"I'll tell you more when we get back to my home town. It will all make sense when we are there." He answered you looking hopeful

"You assholes are gonna pay, you hear me!" Eren screamed from behind you waving his severed hand like he was going to punch Reiner.

"Shut it you two, it's not like we can do anything right now anyway. See those titans down there?" Ymir questioned as you looked down to see dozens of titans looking up twords you. "Even if we could, we'd have no chance of escaping. Plus Y/n isn't one of us so she'd die easily especially sense you ain't got your ODM gear." She soke sounding rather disinterested.

"Ymir is right, we'll leave at nightfall when the titans are sleeping." Reiner spoke scanning the three of you. Ymir started talking to them, but you blocked out her words trying to focus on calming down and not losing you head. You picked up on a few words an phrase in particular caught your attention.

"We'll get Christa and then we'll go, I can't leave her here!" Ymir pleated which caused your anger to spike.

"Ymir what the hell!" You shouted walking towards her as her limbs grew back.

"What, I have nothing here except Christa and Reiner and Bertholdt have a future. This place will be dead soon any way, don't you want to live!" She screamed at you walking closer

"Calm down you two! Y/n hear me out." Reiner pleaded jumping down from the tree branch he was standing on. "Y/n please, everyone here will die and the last thing I want is for you to die with them. My hometown is special and there are so many things that I want to show you. Sights that you'll never be able to see, I can show them to you. Please let me take care of you in a place I know you'll be safe. I love you." Reiner declaired with pleating soft eyes that would normally make your heart melt.

"I'd rather die here with them than live a lie with you." You spat as frustrated tears began to form in your eyes. Depsite the fact that you loved him too and the very idea of departing with him shatters your soul.

"Go to hell!" Eren screamed jumping at Reiner hitting him across the face multiple times until finally Reiener hit him so hard that it knocked him out cold. Reiner began panting looking at you silelently telling you to follow him.

"Reiner look, it's the scouts!" Bertholdt yelled in in desperation gaining Reiner's full attention.

"Shit, looks like commander Erwin is a lot smarter than I thought." Reiner yelled jumping down twords you. "Get on my back sweet heart we need to go." He asked you holding out his hand. Part of you would like nothing more than to hold his hand and feel his body against yours. Except now he had betrayed you and your friends and there was no way in hell that you were going to let him take you, Eren, or Christa. So you took a page out of Eren's book and punched Reiner too. You were a lot better than Eren at hand-to-hand combat and this was the only thing you could think of. His nose began to bleed heavily and despite his best efforts, he was not as fast as you. You hit him anywhere you could thinking that if the fight lasted long enough the Scouts could get to you faster. However, your actions came to a painful halt as Bertholdt punched you in the back of the head knocking you out cold, just like Eren.

Reiner grabbed your unconcious body and securly held you to him with as much gentelness as he could. He hated seeing you so hurt and broken and vowed that no matter what he'd do whatever he could to make up for all of the mental strain he put on you, after all, he did love you. After some time flying through the forest, he turned into his titan form after handing you over to Bertholdt. He jumped down as Bertholdt and Ymir, who also assumed titan form, landed on his back after she went serching for Christa. Ymir then took her from her mouth causing Christa to cough.

Reiner ran as fast as he could trying to outrun the scouts, but they were too late. Commander Eriwn, along with a massive horde of titans, scouts, and MP's were coming twords them. All Reiner could do was brace for impact as he protected you, Eren, and Berthold underneath his armored hands and pray that Ymir was holding onto him tight as he smashed his way through the titans. And as scout by scout and titan by titan came at him trying to get you and Eren. Despite their best efforts, the scouts took you, Eren, and Christa back and Reiner had lost you and the coordinate. All he could do now is protect Berthold from the titans trying to eat them as he watched you being taken away from him on the back of Erwin Smith's horse.

Operation To Retake Wall Maria…

“You’re not going cadet.” Captain Levi commanded as you were getting ready to join your friends to retake wall Maria.

“Forgive me sir, but why the hell not?” You questioned him with clear anger.

“Calm down, Commander Erwin thinks you’ll be a liability. We already know that Reiner and Bertholdt wanted to take you back home with them. So it’s safe to say that they’ll try again. We simply can’t have that.” Levi reasoned

“Wouldn’t I be useful then, Sir?” You yelled still angry and confused at the situation.

“No, no offense to your skill but Erwin said so. That’s final cadet I don’t want to hear anything else about it.” He spat walking away from you because he didn’t want to continue arguing with you.

You were so furious at the commander but you knew deep down that he was right. That you would confront Reiner despite saying otherwise because what he did to you was unforgivable and you needed to know why. You desperately needed to know why Reiner was a Titan and what the hell he meant by “home town.” You needed answers and you only prayed that the scouts would be victorious so that you could receive some.

A few days later…

The scouts came back as they reetook Wall Maria. However, the casualties made it seem like thee was no win whatsoever despite the people of the walls rejoicing. Especially the people of Wall Maria as they would now be able to go home, including you.

The commander had died which made Hanji the new commander of the Scout Regiment. You were shocked to say the least, but you were glad that your friends survived. You asked Captain Levi about Reiner and Bertholdt and he told you what happened to them. Hearing that Armin nearly died and it was between him or the commander as to who would be come a Titan brought tears to your eyes. It was such a cruel choice and one that should have never have happened. Both should and deserved to live in your mind. Yet you remembered that this world is cruel and unfair. However, now with this victory the Scouts would now be able to venture further outside the walls than they ever have. You were excited to see the ocean and potentially see the world beyond. Little did you know about the dangers and hatred lurking not too far from your island home…

Three years later…

Three years without him. Three years of resenting him and hating him. Long nights filled with cries and nightmares from that day. Reiner was your rock and someone you always thought you could rely on. A lot of people throughout those three years thought that you were somehow a Marley spy, but that was soon forgotten as Hange made a public announcement about it. You needed answers for everything but more than anything you just wanted to see him, talk to him, and hold him. Because above all else, you still loved him.

You were now a high ranking official in the Scout Regiment. Your intelligence and experience helped you land the position. Especially with the recent developments with other countries. You had helped Hange and other become more diplomatic. While maintaining the idea that your island is still dangerous.

Now here you were on a boat, disguised as a tourist with a few friends and other me members of the regiment. You were tasked on getting intel on Marley. And so here you were feeling the wind blow your hair as the salty sea air filled your lungs. You felt peaceful despite the aching feeling in your heart. As Marley was Reiner’s homeland and there was a small chance that you would see him and that terrified you. You tried preparing yourself for it even taking to the commander on what to do if you should see him. But no amount of preparation could ever prepare you for the experience that lies ahead…

Thanks so much for reading💜 I apologize if the first part isn’t the best. I have better plans for the second one. Including flashbacks and more angst.

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[icycoldninja]

Can you write the DMC boys with a half-devil fem reader who still has problem controlling her demonic half and keeping it in line?

Like her demonic side can easily be triggered by her strongest emotions ranging from sorrow, fear and anger. If her emotions reaches a certain point, the demonic will take advantage to take over, tearing itself out of its host to make its presence known to its victims.

Or it can be because of irregular hormone patterns, which can explain how she can devil trigger during that time of the month randomly

The first time she triggered, it was when she had found out about her father’s infidelity when she was a teenager and it triggered all emotions at once, specifically from disgust to sorrow to rage in a chronological order. Because of the irregular shifts of her emotions all happening at once, making it an easy passageway for the devil to take charge of her, turning it into a gore fest to enact its vengeance against her father and his mistress for wrecking her family.

(You know how teenager’s emotions are easily triggered by hormones right? So yeah, her demonic side had it easy when she was younger due to how emotional she was)

And now when she’s older, she had much more control over it, but sometimes, she finds it hard to control herself, considering she can possibly trigger due to surges of adrenaline. If she gets too excited, horny, etc then yeah…devil trigger time

And when she devil triggers…it’s going to be everyone’s problem

So yeah, God basically decided to play favorites and chose a woman whose emotions and hormones that are easily triggered to be able to shift into a homicidal devil-spawn who lives off of goring some poor bastards that may or may have not accidentally breathed way too loud to its liking and now everyone had to deal with it

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P/S: Her devil trigger form looks just like Chainsaw man from the manga with the same name if u don’t mind

Of course!

Sparda boys + V x Fem!Struggling half-devil!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-You're a real basketcase who could transform into a bloodthirsty devil at any given moment, so he's careful not to do anything that would send your emotions into overdrive.

-Still, things like this are hard to prevent, and you do end up Truggering quite frequently.

-Dante has found a way to tie you down and keep you from causing too much trouble, but it's a pain in the butt and usually ends with him sporting several major injuries.

-Your demon has taken a liking to him, though, and over time, opts for a less violent, yet extremely draining activity until it calms down and you go back to normal, if you know what I mean.

-Dante does his best to keep up, but that demon is powerful, it's exhausting even him, the legendary devil hunter.

-With persistence, however, you guys manage to get your demon side a little more under control, even if change if minimal.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil saw how easy it was for you to lose control, and fearing for your own safety, he decided to train you.

-He works with you, helping you through any mental obstacles in the hopes that this will help you get a better grip on your literal tormentor.

-His ideas don't always work, but the majority of the time, they do.

-When your demon gets out, he won't try to restrain you because he knows that will just make you more agitated. Instead, he somehow gets your Triggered self to sit down with him and just talk (or growl) your issues out.

-Vergil is the only one who can keep your Devil Trigger from going on a bloodthirsty killing spree, and he's all the more terrifying for that.

□ Nero □

-Nero can sense when you're about to Trigger and tackles you right as you turn.

-This keeps your devil form from rocketing off at the speed of light, which, if allowed to happen, is very bad.

-Sometimes he has to use his own DT to keep yours pinned to the ground. This whole situation looks stupid as hell, but at least it works.

-He gives both you and your DT plenty of hugs and encouraging words to try and calm you down.

-This works, really well, and over time, your DT becomes noticably more docile around him.

-It's still insanely violent towards everyone else, so Nero needs to put you into isolation as soon as your Trigger, or there will be bloodshed.

● V ●

-V was rather frightened of you very large and obviously insanely powerful DT when he first saw it.

-Over time, however, V grews to find your DT beautiful, in its own gargoyle-ish way.

-He reminded himself whenever he gets scared that it was still you under all that and that he should try to help you instead of cowering in fear.

-So he tried, and even though there was little he could do given his physical condition, with his words. he managed to get you to stay wit him instead of running off.

-Your DT is now as calm with him as his own familiars are with him. It would be cute, if you weren't a hulking monster.

-V tries his best to keep your emotions under control, but when hormones kick in, he can only stand back and watch, hoping your DT recognizes him and chooses to stay by his side.

[phanzon]

I can't believe I'm going to write this AU out before my Kirby AU (which has been in the works for 2 years), but @rorydrawsandwrites had to infect my mind with their Puppeteer AU. So here's an AU to add on to theirs: Puppet Sisters AU (1/?) CW: Emotional and psychological abuse, suicidal tendencies, identity death As per usual, it revolves around Gangle having the ability to possess and control other people, which leads to her continuously possessing and emotionally abusing Jax. However, what if the side effects became too much to bear for our favorite rabbit? The constant headaches, the inability to sleep, the disassociation and disgust towards his own body... the overwhelming self hatred and shame... how he's all alone in this digital world as every one points and laughs at his misery... to have no control over his own bod, his own being as another controls his very mind against their will. The sheer mental anguish languishing in his soul for simply existing, for thinking, for simply being himself. What does it even mean to be "Jax"? A made up name for a man he has little memories of being before getting sucked into this digital hellscape. A trickster that everyone hated for his mischievous cruelty and now suffers eternally for their amusement... At this point they don't even see Jax the way they did before... now they only see a smiling corpse being dragged around by ribbons. No, they wouldn't miss him, after all they never fought for him whenever he fled to their rooms and begged for sanctuary. Every night is a struggle to stay sane as a thick fog clouds the mind while voices and memories play out in front of him like twisted puppet shows. In these moments of free time he would spend hours coming up with places to hide, ideas of how to struggle, justifications for giving in little by little. But now... now he simply tries to survive. The anguish of existing overwhelms his senses, tugging at his mind and body. He no longer fears his tormentor, whom he now stays in her room with, rather he fears transforming into a beast, stuck in perpetual torment as he's dragged out like a dog and thrown into the cellar... forgotten as he continuously tears his corrupted flesh apart in the abyss.... He wants to give up, to let go and let the pain go away... but abstraction will never ring relief. He rather give in to the devil he knows rather than the devil he doesn't. When Gangle awoke, she is less than thrilled. The past month her doll hasn't even tried to run or hide from her, instead he keeps lying there in bed, hoping for her to take control. It was deeply satisfying at first, seeing their former tormentor finally having his spirit broken and allowing her to take over without any hassle. But the moment passed and as soon as it did, Gangle realized that there wouldn't be any fun without a struggle. In all honesty she was thinking about taking a break, maybe then she could get some enjoyment out of Jax suffering from the side effects of her games.

However she did not find Jax in her bed, rather he was on the floor on both of his knees, his head bowed to the floor, tears dripping onto the carpet. Gangle couldn't help but smile, "What are you doing on the floor, bunny? Are you asking me to make you my pet?" Jax responded in a hushed, monotone voice. "I want you to make the pain go away...I.... I give up.... you win." Gangle tilted her head in confusion. "Give up? You're giving up now? So then, what was all that the past month?" Jax sat up, holding his arms close to him as his ears drooped and he wept uncontrollably. "Hell... It's hell to keep going on like this... I'm... I'm.... broken... I'm useless without you." Gangle feigned a frown and went over to her doll, kneeling down and stroking the back of his furry head. "Aww, there there bunny... I only broke you because of what you did to me and everyone else." Jax rested his head on Gangle's shoulder. "I... I know I did and i deserved it but-" Gangle interrupted. "and honestly if you're squirming in pain because I'm not possessing you, then maybe I should really cut down my time with you~" Jax looked at her with fright. "WH-WHAT?! N-NO WAIT I-" Before he could continue, Gangle got up and began to walk towards the door. "Anyway I better hurry on to today challenge, I wouldn't want to be late." In that moment, she could hear a thump as Jax dived towards her, grabing their leg in desperation. She dawned a devious smile. "NO! nonononono, don't leave me, don't leave me Gangle I- I need your help!" Gangle couldn't help but giggle. "Awww, so desperate for attention~" Jax closed his eyes and gripped harder. "Please Gangle... I'm dying..." Suddenly Gangle's face turned to confusion. "Dying???" She turned around and kneeled to Jax's height. "What do you mean by that, bunny?" Jax grabbed his head in pain and went into a fetal position. "I... I've been holding myself together for weeks now, but I'm at my limit... I can feel myself slipping... I don't want to abstract, I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK WITH THIS CONSTANT PAIN!" Gangle recoiled, even after all this time she's never seen Jax so frightened to where he would ask HER for help. "I see... So what do you want me to do about it? In fact, what do I even get out of helping a pathetic, useless scamp like you?" A silence filled the room as Jax burried his head in his knees. He had fought for so long to maintain his pride, his spirit, his integrity. Little by little he was whittled away: his dignity, his humanity, his sanity... all to dust. The old him would have beaten him senseless to what he was going to do... but the old him is gone forever, and now he and all that he was will follow suit. "You can have everything." Gangle blinked a few times before asking him to clarify. "Everything?" Jax turned away in shame. "Everything. My body, my mind, my soul if I even have one... Everything, take it all and let me finally get some sleep... forever. Gangle was taken aback. "You... You're serious about this?!" Jax replied without so much as a hint of humanity left in his voice. "If you don't take me now... you'll lose me to the cellar. I'm already a dead man walking." Gangle had an emotionless expression on her face, coldly calculating, weighing her options. She wanted to see Jax tormented even more, seeing him be carried off screaming and crying could bring a smile to her face... but at the same time she was pretty invested in using his body, a lot of time and effort learning how to control his body would go to waste if he really abstracted. She was skeptical over his claims, but it was best not to risk it. "Very well, I will relieve you of your suffering." Jax cried with joy, his grin thankful at this distorted gesture of mercy. "Th-thank you..."

As Gangle slithered her warm, soft ribbons around the puppet's body, limb by limb, she whispered in his ears. "Now just relax, I will make sure to take care of your body for myself. All your pain, all your fear and all your anxiety won't bother you again. No more sadness, no more anger. Just b l i s s." Jax could feel himself slipping. Normally he would be pleading for his life for Gangle to stop. But after such a grueling fight, he can finally sleep for good. With Gangle stroking his eat, she continued. "Now all that's left is your pretty little neck my dear, then you wont have to worry or be bothered by anything or anyone anymore. Your mind will be put to rest and you'll be in good hands. You've been a very good puppet, bunny~" And with that, Jax gave a final breath before coming under Gangles control. Gangle sighed, she didn't expect Jax to be THAT desperate for her control. However as she made the puppet stand, she could feel something was off. "Hmm? Wait a minute... this feels like-" Her eyes widened as she realized Jax was indeed telling the truth of his abstraction. However, just as soon as she felt it, it slowly trickled away. "Well #$%&, you were telling the truth. I guess you should thank me bunny... Bunny?" Whenever Gangle possessed Jax, she had to put his consciousness somewhere inside the depths of his own mind as to keep him trapped and conscious enough for her to hear his struggles. Except now, his mind truly felt empty, with all traces of him vanishing along with the feelings of abstraction. "Bunny? are you there? Jax? Did.. did you really just leave me your body?" Gangle had underestimated how Jax truly felt in his darkest moments and how true his words of letting go were. But now that he was gone, it felt surreal to control a living body without a mind to suppress and torture. As Gangle mentally observed Jax's mind, she realized many of the areas of the brain that she once had to wrestle Jax for control of were now completely ripe for the taking. "Hmm, I wonder." In an instant, Gangle was able to control Jax's body movements with much more precession and flexibility. No longer did it feel like dragging a corpse around the circus, Gangle felt much lighter and could harness Jax's natural athleticism. "WOAH! I feel so light and nimble! I wonder what else I can do without that bunny boy stopping me?" Observing Jax's mind, there was always one spot that Gangle couldn't seem to get a hold of, no matter how submissive and agreeable Jax was. Gangle closed her eyes and focused as hard as she could. "Come on... come onnn... almost got it... riiiiight... th-ACK!" As Gangle connected to that part of the mind, a shock went right up both Jax's and Gangle's body's, arching the former's back backwards before collapsing. Gangle couldn't keep it together and blacked out beside the empty husk of a body.

NEXT

[blueberrypancakesworld]

If you’re taking headcanon requests, I have a very specific idea for Frollo that’s been living rent free in my head for awhileeeeeee.

Imagine Frollo being summoned as a ghost into the modern world by a nonbinary spirit medium or witch. Just, let this man loose his entire mind as a FAR too lovely witch is running around chatting with ghosts, and trying to calm him tf down in the process XD

Probably doesn’t help that “nonbinary witch” would probably sound like evil itself to Frollo lol

The horror of the new day

Frollo x nb!reader

warning : just some funny things and a very confused Frollo

Info : Thanks for this request @add-a-bit-of-neurospice it was an interesting idea/concept but was like I said really,really fun to write. Frollo just in our time and dies again of the ,,sins" he sees everywhere :) I hope you like it and have fun reading ;)

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Hell had been his home since he had fallen into the flames in front of Notre Dame, the stone had crushed his body and the flames had not left him as ashes, he had been in hell.

His faith was right after his soul had left his body he found himself in. The infinite inferno was burning again, an eternal flame that tormented him until he threatened to lose his mind.

Time was irrelevant and he no longer had any feeling for it except the pain of seeing the souls of his victims and enemies pass by, but he hardly paid any attention to them.

Until one day in infinite time he felt his body rise from the flames and was freed. It had to be God he was convinced as the flames around him. Around him became less and less.

The darkness enveloped him before he heard a distant voice calling out to him, saying his name. Looking around for the person, his soul coalesced into the image, his body easily visible around the ring that had suddenly appeared.

He was heavier than the flames, heavier than the pain and it held him. It held him until the darkness around him receded, his voice became clearer and when he lifted his gaze he was standing in a room. ,,What is this?" he asked, confused as to why his jellyfish had ended because when he ascended he was supposed to be in the clouds, singing and becoming an angel.

,,Oh my Lillith, it worked!" he heard the voice more clearly and saw the right person. The first thing he noticed was the pointed hat and the necklace with the pentagram. A witch someone he would have burned immediately if he still had the time.

But when he looked further at the she-devil, he saw pants instead of a dress and her hair was short. A demon. ,,Demon, why did you call me?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice, it must be a powerful being if it could summon him with a ring. ,,Demon? Oh no, I'm a witch, a medium do you understand Frollo?" the person asked him and continued to walk around the room excitedly, collecting ingredients, clothes and books and muttering to themselves.

It was a sight that confused and unsettled him. It couldn't be his time, in his time there was no glowing sun on the ceiling, no clocks that seemed so small and thin.

And this glowing book on which his summoner was typing only confused him even more. Suddenly he felt the ring that had summoned him glow and he understood even less what was going on. ,,Okay, Frollo, listen. You are in the year 2023 and I have to ask you a few questions for a assignment," he listened to the demon and gradually realized that hundreds of years must have passed.

Hundreds of years in which he suffered that felt like the eternal time of an hourglass. The world and especially the church seemed to have changed.

The more he saw of this wonderful space, the more he realized that there was neither a cross nor a holy image of Jesus and Mary. ,,Two thousand and twenty-three... and you demon summoned me?" he asked hesitantly and stopped in front of a glass box with a sun in it and saw a snake inside.

The demon's soul animal. He turned back to the strange creature in disgust. ,,Yes, I did, to be more precise, my first summoning. How do you feel, or rather, what was it like to fall to your death like that?" The person asked again and the spirit looked down at the ring.

The world was strange to him things had changed and yet the hellfire had stopped. Talking was not a sin and if it meant staying away from the fire why not...nothing could be worse than hellfire. ,,I fell dear summoner creature, the flames had surrounded me but not caught me. It was the stone that broke my body before the fire could take me," he began to tell, walking around the room and seeing the interested look on his necromancer's face.

He saw how the summoner continued to make notes while he told his life story.

It felt good to talk again and not just think about pain. And the longer he talked, the more interested his counterpart became. Maybe he even told untruths, lies, but in order to be heard, to be right and not get caught in the fire, he would tell this witch, this demon everything.

Even after death, his justification and his guilt had not changed. But why should it? He had a listener who believed it and that was all that mattered in the here and now.

Even though he had to admit that the longer he looked around this strange room, told his story and listened to the witch, he was still interested in these new things around him. Maybe he would have to make a contract to take on this kind of witchcraft.

He even had to smile once when he managed to scare the stranger. When he showed him the picture when he died. However, this only led to the stranger turning on music or something similar on the glowing book and starting to pray wildly and say prayers.

It was very confusing and these words like cell phone, light bulb and non-binary were things he called divine and devil. But all this time he started to like the company when he sat down in the chair that was touched by the witch, giving him access.

Even if his gaze went to the suns around him, his gaze was always on his savior while Frollo strove over the ring…for a moment he was completely grateful to have been saved…maybe there was still hope…for his soul in the end.

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Hope you enjoyed it @add-a-bit-of-neurospice

[bee-named-alex]

OMG. ok so IWTV s2 ep8... Finished it like two minutes ago so here are my thoughts. SPOILERS.

Yeah no there's no way I can wait for like two years for the next season. No fucking way.

This episode was amazing. I don't want to say masterpiece (because I'm sure there are flaws that I'm just not observant enough to see) but it is for sure the word I'm thinking.

Lemme try and go somewhat chronologically.

The start, heartbreaking, the speech "the suit changes nothing" oh my hell. The rocks that's fucked no thank you. Armand saving Louis "again" and Louis not even wanting to be alive. The way he talks about it "My rage was denied, my rage killed..." like he was out of his body and acting on autopilot (like he seems to do a lot actually)

His burning down the theater and killing of Santiago filled me with so much joy. They very much deserved it and omg he got them. He was like an angel of revenge (and he looked angelic too, sorry, no I cannpt be normal, he was gorgeous)

Armand's "I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you" and Louis' "You can't" and yes he cannot but he will try (by erasing your memories i guess lol)

Meeting with Lestat in Magnus' lair hurt. "Here's your death" and the kiss (after not even wanting to be with armand really and just doing it to hurt lestat) and the speech after and we're basically threatning him with loneliness again and it's just so... no words really. Hurtful and tragic for Lestat (especially since he was the one to save him like that's fuckeddd)

Dubai. "That's the end of it" halfway through the episode and their weird happiness like it was obvious something was gonna get fucked and I'm glad it did.

Investigative journalist Daniel Molloy using his powers for good aka making these two vamipires divorce (which he almost did 50 years ago but this time it's on purpose). Love him.

I love how he eases Louis with the little stuff, the discrepancies (that were in the show on purpose they make no mistakes yay), and how with every second Louis doubts everything more and more and how with every second Armand's eyes show a little more fear.

Lestat actually being the one to save Louis wasn't totally unexpected but tbh Armand kinda had me fooled. Not in this really but like I thought he was a passive participant of the trial like he just didn't intervene and not that he was the fucking director??

And now I'm not sure if he just didn't love Louis as much as we thought or if he was actually that much of a coward. Probably the second one tho, given how much he did to secure Louis' love (gaslight, lie, change memories... you know totally normal stuff) and how afraid he is to be losing it now.

Louis fucking Armand up even if it's just a little is great, I have been waiting for it. Go away Armand and think about what you did. (I love you so much but nope rn you're not staying)

And then Louis goes to New Orleans and meets Lestat at his lowest and omg my heart hurts (thank god for "siri pause" it made me laugh)

And their conversation about Louis' turning and Claudia and San Francisco and the hurt and the tears and the little voice cracks and there I was crying too. With every word I wanted to push them together so that they would fucking hug and then they finally did and I know they'll be alright (as alright as one can be in this situation)

Then the tv thing gave me fucking whiplash like lmao. Fictional memoir my ass. Don't you disrespect my boy Daniel like that. Speaking of, Daniel has been turned. OMFG? Like I knew he would eventually and I knew it would be Armand but I didn't expect it now??? And we didn't see it but fingers crossed we get it later.

And there must be something more to it, Armand with his disgust wouldn't turn him just out of anger, so there must've been another reason (Devil's minion or maybe to save his life idk)

Louis in his tower alone (? Lestat is getting ready for tour I hope) and he knows that they are after him. But he owns the night. Powerful shit. He might have a death wish also idk.

I just. Am done. This was something else and there was a lot of it and my mind is still spinning a little.

Everyone who worked on this show deserves the world and the actors even more so and I need the next season like yesterday.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Christian Woman - p.1

A/n: wrote this on my phone so apologize for any spelling mistakes, I’ve had this idea for a while so I hope people like it and I can get it done lol

Warnings: religion is a big part of this short series, if you aren’t comfortable with that don’t force yourself to read something you aren’t comfortable with <3 there will be smut in later parts but not this one

You were never into all that devil worship stuff, your parents always told you it would get you sent to hell, taint your soul and cry your spirits. So you never listened to it.

You had friends who listened to it though, you never cared all too much what other thought, what they did under their roofs was their own business, business that you didn’t need to bother with.

Your friend brought you to a Korn concert, they won tickets from a radio contest and had been planning on bringing someone else but they cancelled. Not wanting to go alone they brought you.

You guys got right up close to the stage. Your friend was having the time of their life, singing along to every song, jumping up and down. You were just trying not to get crushed.

You couldn’t help but notice the one member staring in your direction the whole time. You thought he was staring at your friend but he gave you picks, tried talking to you between songs. You weren’t sure how to react through it all but your friend kept encouraging you.

When the concert was finally over you were trying to leave with your friend but security stopped you. One guy told you to go backstage but didn’t say for what.

Worried about what it was about you pushed anything else aside and went. Your friend was very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, they were also very excited to hear about the stories you’d tell tomorrow.

You followed someone backstage and into a room with a couch, mini fridge and small table. Nothing fancy but quant. Utterly disgusting, but quant.

You sat down on the couch and waited.

After a few minutes the metal head who’d been staring at you came in.

“Hey, how’re you?” He asked as he came to sit down beside you.

“Fine.” You answered, nervously looking around. “Why did you want me to come here?” You asked, bringing your gaze back to him.

“I saw you in the crowd and just thought…” He inched closer to you, bringing his hand up to your face. “Wow… that is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.” You hated to admit that he made your cheeks warm, even more so you hated that he made your stomach swirl.

“So I’m pretty? That’s it?” You stated, pulling away from him slightly. He scoffed.

“Pfft, no!” He trailed his hand down your neck, letting it rest on your shoulder. His gaze wandered lower to the necklace around your neck. “I wanted to bring you back here and-” He paused. “Is that a cross?” He asked, holding the small charm.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Are you religious or just like it?” He asked, examining your outfit and figuring it’s not the latter.

“Of course I’m religious.” You answered, almost taking offence to his question.

“And you came to a Korn concert?”

“It was for my friend.” He nodded in understanding.

“So, like, religious how?”

“Like specifics?”

“Sex wise.” He clarified, dropping the charm. Your face flushed and you looked away.

“I’m not doing that.” You stated sternly.

“I’m not asking you to.” He relaxed back into the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulder but not trying to pull you any closer. “I just want to get to know you.” He said with a smile.

He started asking you questions, nothing too deep just things to get to know you. You answered coldly at first but as he kept talking to you you started opening up more, the fact it was getting later didn’t help much either.

Head noticed you getting tired and let you lean on him as he continued the conversation.

“Tired?” He finally asked when he saw you were struggling to keep his eyes open. You were curled up against him, head resting on his chest.

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I don’t know how I’m getting home.” You said with a soft chuckle. You were about to fall asleep and weren’t thinking all too clearly but deep down you were scared of how you’re parents would react to you being so late…

“How about I bring you back to my place?” Head asked with a smile as he looked down at you. He had an arm around you now, holding you closer to him.

You looked up at him with a look. “This was your plan?” Head looked back down at you with a raised brow. “Wait till I was tired and then sneak me back to your place?” Head chuckled and shook his head.

“No, no, just a happy accident.” He smiled down at you. “I could just drive you back to your place if you want, my place just sounds more fun.” You waited a moment before responding.

“Can you drive me home?” Head nodded.

“Of course.” He got up from the couch and helped you up as well, holding onto you as he walked you through the halls of the backstage area and to the near empty parking lot where his car was parked.

He helped you into the passenger seat and got into the drivers side. He turned the car on and turned to you. “You gonna give me directions?” You we’re leaning against the door, eyes closed and breathing soft. He smiled at you and started driving, with no directions he just brought you back to his place.

He carried you inside and got you into his bed. He thought about getting in with you for a moment but eventually decided against it, he was already risking it by bringing you to his place, if you woke up before him he didn’t want you totally freaking out.

He kissed your forehead softly and left you to sleep as he went to the couch, getting himself as comfortable as he could be in the makeshift bed.

You woke up in an unfamiliar dark room. Once your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw it was a bedroom. You got out of bed and turned the light on, looking around for any signs of where you were.

Cautiously, you poked your head out of the room and saw the TV was on and there was a figure on the couch.

The man stood up and came over to you. “Hey, hey, what are you doing up..?” Head asked, his voice soft.

“I just woke up…” You mumbled. “Where am I..?”

“My place,” he started, “I was gonna bring you home but you fell asleep and I didn’t know where home was so I just brought you back here.” He explained. He held you face in his hands and kissed your forehead again before guiding you back to bed. “I can drive you home tomorrow, right now just sleep, ok?”

You got into bed, almost falling asleep when your head hit the pillow. You looked up to see Head leaving. “Stay?” You mumbled.

Head paused in the doorway, slowly turning to you. “You want me to stay?” You nodded.

“I-I’m already breaking rules, might as well break all of them.” Head quickly came over and crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

[tacticalgrandma]

minthara, “you don’t mean that, do you?”

The devil Mizora is unexpectedly merciful and tells Wyll Ravengard when his father dies. Minthara would have thought to dangle the hope before him, leave him in the agony of uncertainty, drive him to beg just to know. But perhaps Mizora has decided to truly be done with the man once their business is concluded. Minthara can see the wisdom of that as well. Finally, Wyll Ravengard is a man one can be afraid of. 

He does not act it now. He weeps into Karlach’s arms. The poor girl just holds him and looks lost, and tells him every truth she knows: that his father would not want to trade his life for Wyll’s, that Wyll’s father didn’t deserve him after everything he’d done to Wyll, that Wyll deserves life. Only the last one gives him pause, and Minthara thinks that it is no comfort. Karlach is fleeting proof that deserving life matters very little. 

He asks for space when the spawn tries to speak with him. Astarion assents and watches Wyll as he leaves their suite, even as the others tactfully look away. 

“What the hells do you think you’re doing?” Astarion spits as Minthara moves to follow Wyll. 

She does not respond. She does not fear him. When he scrambles up to her and puts a hand on her shoulder, Minthara does not turn around. 

“I will speak to him,” she says. “You should let me.”

Astarion drops his hand. Minthara thinks she hears a disgusted noise as she closes the door in his face. 

She finds Wyll on the tavern’s rooftop garden, because surfacers’ habits are entirely predictable. They always believe being up high, high enough to see anything coming, will save them. Minthara tilts her head to the highest point of their view, Wyrm’s Rock, where the new Archduke was crowned by Ulder Ravengard. She follows Wyll’s gaze down to the Chionthar. Mizora had said his father’s body fell to its bottom. 

“You should not feel ashamed,” Minthara says. Wyll looks over his shoulder at her. Minthara had been expecting his righteous indignation, but he just looks tired. 

“Shouldn’t I?” he says. “After all, he didn’t die by own hand. I’d think that’d be embarrassing in drow culture.”

It shocks a chuckle out of Minthara. He does not so much as smile. She sits down beside him. 

“Sons are not held to the same standards as daughters,” Minthara says, “and patricide is never as potent as matricide.”

“I suppose I killed my mother too,” Wyll says. Minthara stares at him. “She died in childbirth.”

She was a fool to get her hopes up. The statement is too stupid to scold him over, and in any case his self-flagellation is half-hearted at best. Someone has already disabused him of this fantasy, and he is tending to scars instead of fresh wounds.  

“Your father drew the ire of a god’s Chosen and a devil,” Minthara says. “He was a dead man the moment the tadpole entered his eye. Even if you had somehow found the man and wrested him from Gortash’s clutches, Mizora would have hounded the both of you until he was dead.”

“I could have protected him,” Wyll says. “I could have killed her.”

“More likely he would have died regardless.”

“Can you leave?”

“Not yet,” Minthara says, “but you’re right. Such speculation is pointless. Your father is dead and you are alive.”

“Please go,” Wyll says.

“You don’t want that, not truly,” Minthara says. “You need me. I am the only person who, when I tell you I do not judge you, you will believe me.”

Fresh tears well up in Wyll’s eyes. Minthara refuses to hug him. She doubts she would be as good at it as Karlach, in any case. She waits until his sobs have subsided somewhat, and she thinks he will hear her.

“Your father did not blame you for your mother’s death,” Minthara tells him. And Wyll nods. 

“He didn’t talk about her much,” Wyll says. “But I think the times he told me I took after her, those were the times he was proudest of me.”

Minthara scoffs. Her mother had only ever identified the ways Minthara was still inadequate compared to her. It had told Minthara what to train, how to surpass her. It had made her strong. 

“How soft of him,” she says. “Were you a drow daughter and he a matron in Menzoberranzan, you would have triumphed there as well.”

Wyll studies her for a moment, then nods.

“I miss him too,” Wyll says. “They’re going to keep telling me he didn’t deserve me saving him, after what he did to me. And that’s—” He half-laughs, half-sobs. “I fucking hate that.”

“They will say many stupid things in the coming days,” Minthara agrees. “Nothing they can say will make you feel any better about anything.” 

“Okay,” Wyll says. He wipes tears from his eyes.

“Nothing they say will change anything.”

“Yeah. Okay.” 

Minthara stands and dusts off her trousers. “Your father is dead and you are not,” she tells Wyll. “Once you accept that, come downstairs. We will be waiting.”

[mslanna]

PLEASE, PLEASE WRITE IT! 😤 (what i assume is a weird mixture between a mating dance and asserting dominance on a very confused Raphael🤣)

well, not-quite-so-anon anymore @fiendish-appreciation. it is done. here is the last part of the story

unless I maybe do a soft epilogue, which I am not sure I can.

Outfox the Cat Part 3: The Devil Does You on AO3

It feels as if the world rests on Tav's shoulders alone and the slaying of the Elder Brain only increased the weight. They blink in exhaustion, slumping over their war hammer for stability. The Crown of Karsus drags them down merciless, like a black hole attached to their hand.

Should have left it in the river, they think. Should have made the bloody devil go look for it himself. But they made a promise. And that, for them, was as binding as any contract.

Tav wonders why that did it. Pity? Power? It felt good to outsmart a devil in his own home. The power ran through their veins golden and intoxicating. It may have carried them away a little and the victory was sweet. Even when ghost caresses started to crowd their days when shivers of phantom pleasure woke them up squirming at night.

Haarlep was making good use of their body. He must wear it a lot and sometimes Tav wonders who is on the other side of the equation. They hold on to the confession that Raphael only ever wants to sleep with himself. But the alternative is slightly disgusting. How many people does Haarlep sleep with during a day, during a night? Twenty-four hours filled with more sex than Tav thought possible.

And if it is Raphael taking advantage of the incubus' new form, Tav sighs. The cunt would surely have had an easier time fishing the Crown of Karsus from the Chionthar. If only the water had washed away more of the blood. Caked in gore Tav stumbles on.

Astarion already fled the sunlight. Lae'zel rode off on a dragon to be a figurehead for her people. Wyll followed Karlach into the hells. Time to follow. Tav sighs and looks at the broken city. Their home, once upon a time. It feels forever away. But right now, Baldur's Gate looks as broken as they feel.

Just a little further, Tav urges themself. Up the city to the Devil's Fee. They take a deep breath and close their eyes for a moment. This, too, will pass.

When Tav opened their eyes, the city vanished. The stink of blood and steel exchanged for the smell of hearty food, sweet wine and hot baths. They stand in the House of Hope, close enough to collapse onto one of the many chairs in the feast hall. The table is loaded, brimming with treats of all kinds. The smell makes their stomach clench.

"A little eager, are we?" Tav sits down heavily, resting their eyes on the devil who watches them from the end of the room with triumph in his eyes. "I would have preferred to do this with a little decorum, but hey."

Tav's attempt to throw Raphael the Crown of Karsus falls short, as does the crown. It clatters on the tiles, rolling in wobbly circles until the devil picks it up.

"And let you hold all the trump cards again? I think not, my dear." Raphael devours the crown with eager eyes. The goal of his efforts in this plane of existence finally in his grasp. But he doesn't put it to immediate use. Instead he turns it over in his fingers slowly, keeping them safely busy as he approaches the weary paladin.

"After this ordeal you went though, it is only proper to grant you the hospitality and – recreation my House of Hope has to offer." His words a smooth and roll from his tongue with practised easy. Only a hint of hunger hides under the rough edges of the vowels.

"I-" Tav breaks off. They are sitting comfortably. The idea to get up doesn't appeal, not to mention they are unsure their legs will take it.

"I have you covered," Haarlep's voice comes from behind. They reach their arms around Tav and lift them easily. The war hammer clatters to the ground unheeded.

"Haarlep! In your regular form?" Tav forces a chuckle. "Didn't get to use it much lately, did you?"

The incubus answers with a peal of laughter as they carry their prey into the boudoir.

Tav leans their face against the red shoulder. The motion from walking is calming and they drowsily close their eyes. Sleep beckons but is chased away too soon when Haarlep puts them down near the restoration fountain.

There they undress the weary paladin and clean the blood from skin and hair. Tav remembers the restoring power of the fountains, but Haarlep uses the water sparingly. Enough to refresh, not enough to strengthen.

"Don't want to make it more difficult on me than I have to," they confide, rubbing blood from Tav's hair and between their toes.

It's a cryptic statement. What was Raphael to do? Make his incubus lick them clean? The devil watches, waiting at the edge of the pool and his hooded eyes still glint more than the light refracting from the crown in his hands.

Tav wants to make a quip, tease him for letting Haarlep do all the hard work as per usual. But they are tired. The water cleans away blood and bruises; to wake them up, Tav seems to have to drink it. But Haarlep gathers them up again already, slipping nothing but a small sip of the healing waters down their throat.

"You will need it," the incubus murmurs as he carried Tav away.

Raphael follows, making a detour only to vanish the Crown of Karsus to a safe place. The silk sheets rise cool against Tav's skin as Haarlep gently lowers them onto the large bed. The incubus follows, taking up a seat at Tav's head. They take the paladin's wrists and slowly stretch their arms out over their head.

"Not so plucky now, are we?" Raphael gloats. He pulls off his boots never releasing Tav from his proprietorial gaze. When Tav tries to sit up, Haarlep tightens the grip around their wrists, pushing the backs of their hands deep into the mattress.

Raphael kneels between Tav's legs, the final prize spread before him. The smug smile turns hungry. For now, Raphael lets his eyes betray exactly what is about happen. His lips pull back to reveal the anticipation of a victor.

"Mock all you want about the number of times you felt Haarlep's ecstasy in your body," his words drip to Tav's skin like lances. "The victory is mine."

"The devil you know, eh?" Tav replies and glances at Haarlep. "Still needs help, though."

"Oh, my loyal incubus is only here to guarantee a certain – restraint." Raphael leans forwards. He catches Tav's chin with one hand, tilting it into a perfect angle to lay a first kiss on them.

It is heavy and sweet, Tav drops back in surprise by the sheer intensity of it. Heat seeps from the devil’s lips into their mouth, filling the kiss with smouldering desire. When he raises his right thigh, pushing Tav's up with it, the paladin spreads open with a soft moan.

Raphael breaks the sound up between his teeth and deepens the kiss. His mouth controls Tav's breath until comes in short gasps. They tug at Haarlep's grip, craving to put their hands onto the devil smothering them. Tav rears up as best as they can, taking in tongue and teeth as they move.

"Oh, I know you want to take back control of this whole situation." Raphael sits back with a smirk as Haarlep forces Tav's head back onto the mattress securing their hands under his knees. "But there is only one way you may get on top and it is I who decides if and when that happens."

His lips touch down along the side of Tav's jaw, nip their lobe and travel down their throat. Each placement is perfect, the pressure just right, the length almost enough. "You can resist or yield," the devil murmurs into their ear. "But you cannot control."

Another row of kisses along the throat and towards the back elicit a strangled and angry little moan. Tav struggles once more against Haarlep's hold and earns nothing in return but a mocking chuckle from the devil laying lines of arousal over their skin.

"You may have been too busy to notice," Raphael leers taking a break to surveying his effect so far, "but I already had my first courses. I can wait now. This is all about you." He returns to teasing Tav and the precision with which each touch hits home, caressing the most sensitive areas is uncanny, revolting, and irresistible.

"Welcome to eternity." Hot words scorch Tav's ear, but go barely noticed. They rally against Haarlep's hold in vain, roiling in unwanted desire and with their mouth once again closed by Raphael's demanding kiss, they cannot talk their way out of this one. When the devil levels his weight onto their body, Tav stops wanting to.

Raphael works his way downwards, punctuated by frustrated moans. Each nip is paced and placed to drive Tav crazy with lust. And after repeated practice sessions, they land perfectly. Tav feels the smile on the fiend's lips as he works them, plays their body like a fiddle.

His hands spread their knees and hold them wide. For a moment cool air brushes over Tav's damp sex. Raphael rises to look down at his prey with cruel gratification and for a moment he relishes in the sheer power over Tav. Then he leans down, breath hovering for unreasonably long between their legs before his to tongue ventures in. Tav bucks, when the tip settles easily over their clit, caressing it with maddening familiarity.

Each gasp and groan his tongue elicits spurs him on. His fingers dig into Tav's thighs and keep them wide with an iron grip. When Tav crests towards release, Raphael sits up, smug and self-satisfied. Cold air leaves an empty caress on Tav's swollen clit.

The devil's head rises for a final threat, brown eyes blazing fire and steel. This power arouses him more than any touch.

"You will know me." Raphael growls triumphant. "In ways you cannot imagine yet and in all of my forms." The air sings and suddenly a fiend looms over Tav. His skin sears against theirs, black bones digging into their flesh along strange angles.

"I will have you begging on your knees." The words burn and roll over Tav like a hot gravel. "I will have you wail my name in supplication. Every sensation of your body will be mine, your lust, your pleasure, your pain. For I am the Master in this House."

Back in his human form, the devil leans in to resume the work on his latest toy. "As you have admitted when last we met: you had your fun. Now I will have mine."

[mythrae]

Just A Kiss

Summary: Divya finds Wyll all by himself the night of the tiefling party. She was the last person he wanted to see that evening. But in the end of it all, he's glad she found him.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), just some traditional fluff

Author's Notes:

#justice4Wyll we need to show this man more love

yes the title is the same as the Lady A song from like 2010 I understand it's country I grew up in the midwest let me LIVE!!! just like listen to it. the song is them. case closed.

click here to read on AO3 :D

Wyll was in no mood to celebrate tonight.

As the tieflings gathered in camp to commemorate their success over the goblin fight at the grove, he couldn’t help but feel as if he wasn’t welcome with them anymore. 

After sparing Karlach’s life and ultimately being punished by Mizora, he had seen the way that other people look at him. How the ridges in his skin and his glowing Hellfire eye scared the young tiefling children, and startled the adults at the very least. Even his companions secretly judged him for agreeing to take a pact with the devil, seven years ago.

So, to avoid their condemnatory stares and hushed whispers, he found his respite tonight down by the river, the rush of water drowning out the joyful jamboree he willingly left behind.

He took a sip of his wine. Bitter and dry, exactly how he felt that night. But at least it took some of his pain away.

Here he was, the Blade of Frontiers, slayer of monsters, protector of the people. How in the Nine Hells was he supposed to protect those of the Sword Coast when he looked like the very thing he sought to destroy? Would anyone in all of Faêrun ever take him seriously again?

How would he ever make his father proud?

His spiraling thoughts stilled as he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Wyll?”

Shit. The one person he had hoped wouldn’t seek him out tonight.

He turned over his shoulder to see that his suspicions were correct. By now, he’d be able to single out the sound of her voice, even in the every busy Elfsong Tavern.

Divya, their fearless leader. 

Bathed in the pale moonlight, she looked divine, like a tiefling goddess of the night as she walked on the river's shore. Surely the whole camp was singing her praises right now, why wasn't she going to speak with them? He didn’t deserve her attention, her kindness, for her to find him out here all alone.

But here she was, searching for him, worried about him.

“Agh, Hells. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice I was gone.” He turned away from her, watching the reflection of the night sky in the babbling river.

“Of course I noticed.” She joined him where he stood, holding her own chalice up to him in cheers . “It’d be no party without the noble Blade of Frontiers.”

“Really? Well, I’m honored.” He clinked his cup to hers, his lips curled in a half smile before taking another sip from his goblet.

This time, the wine tasted a little sweeter with his newfound company.

“In truth… I don’t feel in a festive mood, and didn’t want to cast a grey cloud over the night.” He confessed, still unable to look at her in his state of distress.

“Why’s that? 

“I’m a devil, Divya.” He nearly spat out the word in disgust. “I love the people from the grove, but I unsettle them deep down. As I seem to unsettle everyone nowadays.”

A moment of silence was shared between them, Wyll feeling uncomfortably awkward. He wasn't one to talk about his emotions much, let alone a beautiful woman he had taken quite a liking for.

“Besides," he continued, "you don’t want a devil at your party. Claws will pop the balloons, you see. And the sweet cakes don’t taste half as good as raw eggs with this blasted fork tongue.”

She chuckled lightly at his attempt to lighten up the air around them, but she could tell that through his adorable, cheeky smile, he was hurting deeply.

A type of hurt she could never fully understand, but a hurt she knew fairly well. She too had humans stare at her for her devilish horns, her long, rigid tail, her pointed fingernails. Having her skin condition made it all the worse, like she was some sort of circus spectacle. Children who didn't know better would often point and laugh, saying she looked like some sort of hellish cow.

But his pain was not skin deep. No, it penetrated his soul. Who he was at his core. After all, what good was a monster hunter if he took the form of a monster?

She may not have known the solution to his problems, but by the Gods, she wanted to comfort him.

Facing the rushing water, Divya rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers gently tracing the muscles of his bicep. He was well built, powerful with both his magic and his rapier. Even with his devilish features, she always felt safe with him around.

“You don’t unsettle me, Wyll. You know that.”

He sighed, finally looking down at her. “If only half the world had half the heart you do.”

“That’s the thing — they do." She replied, "All of our friends care about you so much. You're a valuable asset for us, no matter what you look like. You know we've all got our fair share of problems. Hells, Gale has a bomb strapped to his chest!"

The half smile crept back over his lips again, the truth of her words finally hitting him (like an Eldritch Blast).

“And I know that the tieflings aren’t scared of you. In fact, I think I saw a few of them envying your horns. From one horned being to another, they do look rather impressive, after all.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so! They make you quite the handsome devil.”

“Now I truly feel honored.” Wyll laughed, his worries drifting away with every shake of his shoulders. She always knew the right thing to say to lift his spirits, that's one of the many reasons he was drawn to her.

He wished they could spend all night here like this, just the two of them gazing at the stars and bantering back and forth. But he knew the others would be looking for her by now.

“Now, off with you." He shrugged her off, turning his body to face her fully. "Don’t worry about me right now. After all, this is your day! Have a dance. Enjoy the music.”

“Well, if I’m going to dance, I want to dance with you.” She insisted, her fingers finding his arm again and trailing down to his hands. He didn't resist as her digits played with his, a mindless game of cat and mouse.

“You're in luck, actually." He gave her his award-winning smile. "I always enjoyed a bit of pomp. I once beat the Baldurian record for the most sarabandes danced in a single evening. Much to the exhaustion of the good ladies and gentleman of the Gate. I had years of lessons but in truth, it’s all about your partner.”

His eyes met hers as the last words fell out of his mouth. She did not look away, she was not scared of his hellish stare.

In fact, she seemed to like it.

“You know, cut quite a fine figure. I can just imagine leading you with an entire ballroom watching. But…" He gaze broke, dropping her hand as it returned to his side, "... who am I fooling? I can’t go back to that life.”

“Why not? I would love to."

He looked back up at her, waiting for any hint of wittiness, sarcasm, or humor in her voice. But there was none.

"Well... for you, maybe someday." He shook his head in near disbelief. Hells, the hold this woman has on me.

Divya moved closer to Wyll, her chest pressing against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wine-filled chalice still in hand. She had never embraced him like this before, let alone held him at all, and the sudden physical touch made his loins ache with desire.

“If we can't share a dance tonight," she whispered, her eyes traveling over his features, "then maybe we could share... a kiss?"

He chuckled a bit, placing his strong hands on her hips to steady her frame against him. "You must have had too much to drink. Wine is a dangerous nectar, one that can lead to many bad decisions."

"I don't think it's a bad decision." Her eyes as round and wet as a doe's as she pouted. "Do you?"

Fuck, he thought, staring intently at the woman who held him close.

He let out a half-hearted sigh. “You drive a hard bargain. But just the one.”

The Blade of Frontiers was no stranger to intimacy. He's found many lovers on his adventures, of all shapes, sizes, and colors. However, with the amount of people he has taken to his bed, he never found one that truly stuck out to him.

But tonight, as he felt Divya stand on her toes and cradle his face to reach her lips to his, he felt a spark for the very first time.

It was as if fireworks were exploding through his entire body, like an electric current coursing through his veins. Once the feeling hit his mind, he was a goner, holding her tighter against his body as his lips moved against hers once more. He was addicted to the feeling she gave him, and he craved her more and more.

The kiss was over as quickly as it started, as she pulled her lips away and gazed longingly into his eyes. Wyll was nearly left speechless, selfishly wanting to lose himself in her.

But tonight was not the right night.

“I — well, then." He stuttered, releasing her hips from his tight grip as he felt her arms slide ff his neck. "Erm, you’ve got a party to get back to. After all, tonight is about you.”

She held up her chalice to him again. "And for you, too. I couldn't have done it without you."

As he raised his empty glass, he leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for the two of them to hear:

“There will be… another time for us. I promise."

"I'll be waiting," Divya winked as she sauntered away, the camp greeting her with hoots and hollers of the party's success.

Wyll couldn't help but shake his head once more.

Gods, she's really something, isn't she?

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Day 3: Leaves Changing

A/N: can you tell I have favorites lol. I adore Naofumi and I hope he wasn’t too OOC

Characters:

Naofumi

When you were first brought here with the other four cardinal heroes as the whip hero you were shocked and a bit scared but everyone seemed to be thinking different thoughts. The spear especially seemed more disgusting than anyone else however no one other than the shield hero seemed to be taking it seriously and on top of that the shield hero was accused of assaulting someone when it was clearly obvious it was a setup by his reaction. Which got you to quickly go after Naofumi and partner up with him after he got pissed off that you wouldn’t stop following him. It took a long time even after the first wave for you both to become close enough for him to trust you as a close friend and slowly but surely as a partner romantically. Of course, both of you were taking it slowly but the small moments where it was just the two of you were special. Like the night stroll, you were taking now.

You and Naofumi were walking through the forest while Filo and Raphtalia had already fallen asleep, hands held tightly as you looked at the trees shaking in the wind and smiling at the moonlight filtering through the leaves. “It’s beautiful out tonight. The sky hasn’t been this clear in a while and I’m going to miss it when winter comes but the leaves dropping are stunning.” you murmured and walked in time with your lover, leaning your head against his shoulder and hearing him hum thoughtfully. “It is. It reminds me of home but I’m glad that I get to have these moments with you. I don’t know what I’d do without you since you’ve been with me through it all,” he said quietly and squeezed your hand, stopping at a cliff’s edge and turning to face you. He picked a colorful leaf off of a nearby tree that shined differently in the moonlight and held it to your tunic, grinning at the matching color, and tipped your chin up with his fingers. “Although I’m more grateful to spend my first winter here with you and our team. Thanks for sticking with me, Name.” he said softly with a rare smile and kissed your cheek quickly, starting to lead you back to camp as the wind picked up and you happily followed along. The leaves were falling and the winter season would be here soon which meant you could try to get some cuddles out of your boyfriend.

Muriel

Muriel had asked you if you wanted to come with him on the walk in the forest to see if the runes told anything about the aftermath of the incident with the devil and Lucio. So there you were passing by the trees with Inanna at your side occasionally nuzzling against your hand and running ahead whenever she saw or sensed something out of the ordinary. Muriel held your hand with a small smile looking around the forest at the colorful leaves that fell around you both and made a crunching noise. “Look at all the beautiful leaves. I think fall is a close favorite of the seasons.” he said softly and looked around, picking a leaf mid-fall before it landed on the ground and handing it to you. You smiled back and leaned up to kiss him, squatting down and picking up good leaves before putting them in your bag. “What are doing, love?” he asked and watched as you stood back up. “I’m collecting them so I can make a fall crown when we get back. It should be easier with them being fresh.” You said and took his hand in yours again.

Alastor

Never would have suspected to be on your way back to the hotel with the Radio Demon happily admiring the leaves changing on a more forested side of the pride ring, occasionally glancing over at you with his trademark smile. “It’s such a lovely day isn’t it, my dear?” he asked and glanced at you, waiting for you to answer and picking a leaf from the air. He spun it between his fingers, it looked like a regular leaf but bright orange with deep crimson veins. “It is a nice day, isn’t it? I never imagined that leaves in hell would be similar to ones in the living world. Some of them even match your color scheme.” You pointed out and picked one off the ground, holding it close to his coat and smiling softly. He hummed in thought and looked down at the comparison, shrugging his shoulders and continuing on. “If you say so, sweetheart. Although,” he said and stopped, turning back to you and taking your hand to kiss the back of it. “I would say that you are lovelier than the leaves around us.” He said and smiled at you.

[whimperforme]

Hello! Please can I request an angst with Kit Walker x female reader inside Briarcliff? Tysm

The Promise

Kit Walker FF

warnings; angst, talk about death, briarcliff, near death, blood, discipline, manipulation, possible fluff?

author’s note: I loved this request, I just knew I couldn’t not write about this. I hope you like the little twist I added and.. enjoy :)

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Briarcliff Asylum.. it was a living hell hole. Getting thrown in here was more than likely my worst experience in this life time..

The idea of you’re ex fiancé putting you in a institution such as Briarcliff made you sick.

One wrong move and you’d immediately be sent to Sister Jude’s office, that’s a place you’d claw not to be..

Well.. that’s how we ended up here.

“Get you’re filthy hands off of me!” you scream out, begging for release.

Guards pushing you through the halls of Briarcliff, every lunatic person looking at you with through there cells.

“If you don’t stop fighting back princess, we’ll have to send you to Dr. Arden. See what he does with you.” One of the guards spoken.

Your reflexes making you spit in his face, instantly earning a echoing slap from the man holding you.

You had soon made it too Sister Jude’s office.. “That’s enough, boys!” The oh so familiar voice raised, Sister Jude..

A tear slipped down your cheek as you expected the upcoming discipline you’ll be receiving shortly..

“I.. I didn’t do anything, you’ve gotta believe me Sister Jude. I’m innocent I tell you.. Innocent.” You sobbed, feeling betrayed.

“Innocent? How can one like you be innocent.. you killed your fiancée’s mother for god sake, if you tell me.. that is pure evil. We are going to suck the devil out of you Y/n, weither you like it.. or not.” Sister Jude shrilled, making her way towards an unknown cupboard.

Opening the mysterious cupboard open, you eye at least eight wooden panel’s.. “Fuck..” you whine.

“Please..” Tear’s slipped down your cheeks.

“Get a hold of yourself, Y/n. You’re here because of your frightening sin’s. Bend over and lift you’re gown up.” Sister ordered as she picked up a panel, coming closer to you.

You obeyed, doing as the women said.. You bit my lip, waiting for a smack..

Smack

You squealed from the pain, stinging.. your eyes glued shut.

Smack

There’s another..

The pain only worsening as the smacks continue.

“You will be receiving 10 of these today, that should teach you a lesson. You disgust me.” Sister Jude spoken above the thuds and smacks she placed on your bottom.

Smack

You’re conscious becoming unfocused, the unbearable pain becoming one with you..

Numb to the feeling..

You’re mind tracing back to what your eyes caught before getting placed in a decreased pit such as Briarcliff.

Flashback

You had just finished a fresh load of your now mother laundry, on your way to hand them to her. Maybe even help her fold them, putting them away.

Making it to the top of the stairs, turning the corner to hear faint pants. Your face riddled with confusion.

Getting closer to her door, putting your ear to the wooded bedroom door.

You knock. “Mrs. Pridget? I have your clean laundry here.” I spoken softly, unsure what your fiancée’s mother may be doing.

No answer..

You knock one more.

..No answer.

“Alright then.. i’m coming in.” You open her bedroom door with your free hand, your body quivering at the sight you saw..

“Mrs. Pridget?!” You screamed in horror, seeing her laying on the floor with a knife stabbed into her neck.

Blood spilling out of the knifed wound. Your stomach churned.. Dropped the fresh laundry.

The pieces of fabric instantly became contaminated with the iron smelling blood of your fiancée’s mother.

Your mind racing as your body was frozen, unable to help her.

“Who.. who did this to you, mother?” You cried, slowly tracing to her.

“Ja…” Is all she told before drifting off into a permanent slumber. “Mrs. Pridget..!” You sobbed violently.

The next thing you knew there was two strong hand’s on you, leading you into a black car. Taking you away as your husband watched with a tight smirk on his face..

“Fuck you Jared.” You coldly whisper, still having his mothers crusted blood on your hands.

End Of Flashback

You had soon ended up in the ‘Common Room’.

Your eyes catching all the sickend patient’s, eyeing one another. You begin to find a seat in the rusted room.

Eyes meeting with a rather normal looking person, you suck it up and turn somewhere else. No one in here is normal.. apart from yourself.

Placing yourself on an old wooden stool, looking out the foggy, boarded window.

..Unknown that you had been crying, you wipe your stained cheek’s, imagining of all the other things you could be doing than sitting in a fucking asylum.

Zoning out for what felt like eternity, hearing a faint “Hey.”

You slightly jumped, spotting the man you had been greeted eye to eye before.

He had a small smile plastered on his bruised face. “Ma names Kit. Kit Walker.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

You declined his offer to shake his lonesome hand, not wanting to make contact with anyone.

“Y/n.. Pridget I guess.” Not quite ecstatic that that is your last name anymore.. not wanting it to be. That man, is disgusting.. your in here because of his crimes.

“Why so unsure?” He questioned, you couldn’t tell him. He’s a stranger for god sake.. Who knows what he could he in here for.

..You kept silent.

“It’s fine if you don’t wanna speak you know? You jus, don’t look like the type ov person to.. hurt someone.” Fiddling with my hands, short to reply.

“I’m not..” My voice soft, pure.

Kit nodded. “What are you in here for..?” You looked up at him, waiting for a reason.

“Me? Ehm.. People think i’m bloody face. Not that I am, I could neva do what he did to women..” His face mediant, twisting with disgust.

“Wait.. you’re bloody face?” My eyes flew wide and open. Horror striking me, he looks to innocent.

“I jus said I wasn’t..” Kit repeated his word’s..

“..Oh sorry, I.. I kind off stopped paying attention when you said bloody face.” You admitted, giving him an airy chuckle.

The conversation between the two fallen quiet, almost awkward.

“I.. my fiancé’s framed me. I.. was going upstairs to give his mother her fresh laundry. I heard what sounded like pants, I was a little cautious at first.. but I then thought nothing of it, I went in the room and.. saw her lying on the floor, barley alive. A singular knife stabbed into the shaft of her neck.” You confessed my story to the man stood before me.. you couldn’t say you trusted him, but what’s life here, hm?

Kit looked at you, his face filled with sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. He killed his own motha?” He asked, you nodded. Keeping your sobs trapped in..

“That ass hole, who in the right mind could possibly do that? You don’t deserve to be in here.”

“..Neither do you..” You looked up at him, his cut face. “I promise I’m gonna get you outa here, i’ll get us both outa here.” He blurted, placing his dust covered hand on yours. The first loveable contact you had gotten since being thrown in Briarcliff.

“I’m gonna keep you up to that offer, Walker.” You grinned.

“Trust me, I’ll help ya.” He innocently replied.

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You had now been in this rust piled, hell hole for almost two week’s now. The idea of getting out of here felt almost impossible, unrealistic.

“Fuck this place..” You whispered to yourself, wanting to scream the whole asylum down. You knew you couldn’t do that.. it’d only make you seem more ‘psychotic’.

..Clawing for escape. Kit and you had been yearning for freedom, had gotten no progress yet.

Lunatic’s everywhere, snitches fucking up any progress you had even gotten. A small trail, the slightest information.. They where all feeding Sister Jude with endless information that ANYONE had gotten.

You and Kit had been putten in separate cell’s, isolated from other’s..

“I can’t do this anymore.. I want to give up, this want is feeding into me. Itching into me.” You cry out in struggle, tears barley passing through your eyes from the lack of fluids they would give you here.

..They’d dehydrate you dry.

“Psst, Y/n.” You hear, thinking you where going honestly insane. You look up, seeing Kit. Thoughts flew, questioning how he had gotten from his cell.

“Kit..?” Your voice dry, scratchy.

“Y/n, don’t say those things.. you’re not givin’ up. I won’t let ya, not on my watch. I’ll get you out. I promise ya I would.” You bite the insides of your mouth, trailing closer to the cell door.

“How.. how are you out of your cell.” He immediately held up a set of keys, dangling them in my face. “You smart boy.” I smirk. “Let me out will ya?” He nodded, unlocking my isolation cell.

We make a pretty good team..

Pacing through the halls with our hand in one another, cautiously looking around every corner we came across.

You believed in Kit, he’d get you outa this loonie bin.. Just.. you didn’t know when. “We’ll escape tomorrow night.. when no one is expecting it.” He whispered in my ear.

I glared at him with confusion, why not now..? Why’d we have to wait. “They won’t be expecting us, it’ll be betta. Trust me Y/n.” You nodded, trusting his innocent soul.

Both of you making your way to the ‘Common Room’ . Kit began hiding the keys in your clothes, where they’d least be expecting them to be.

“Where have you two been?” A bulky guard had interviewed us.. “You know where we’ve been.” Kit roughly spoken, dragging you along to find a place to park ourselves.

You found a place to sit, unmixed from other’s. Our own space for us to talk about the plan.. “Well.. I held you up to that offer. Seems it’s coming true.” You gave him a bright smile.

“What did I tell ya? We’ll be outa this place in no time!.” He gave you a retrieving smile.

“I’m glad I met you, Kit Walker.”

“Same as you, Y/n..” You had slowly leaned in unsure of what you where doing, it was mostly the adrenaline of you knowing you where escaping this place tomorrow..

Your lips attached to his, syncing together with pure ease. Thanking him. Kit pulled away before anyone seen..

..The next night..

This was it.. you and Kit where getting out, you could finally be free. The feeling became stronger. The feeling of release, wanting out. You where ecstatic..

You two made it to the main door’s, making sure no one was there.. perfect, no one.

Kit started fiddling with the keys, hopelessly finding the correct one. Unlocking it..

You felt fresh air hit your skin, you had done it.. you’re free..

..Or so you thought.

“Where do you think you two are going?” You heard that infuriating voice come into reach. Sister Jude.. You then felt two strong hands grip your shoulders.

“Didn’t think you’d escape that easily.. did you?” Sister Jude smirked.

Well.. shit.

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