#i'm sure william could pull it off and be accepted

[twistedtummies2]

Not Sure If I've Told You Guys...

...But William James Moriarty's new looks? GOD they're freaking SWEET. <3 <3 <3

[elliesspacewalker]

omg hiii im obsessed with ur recent transgender!ellie post,can u please make pt 2 of that?? 💋💋 also i would like to request ab reader (still clothed) dry humping ellie's clothed cock until Ellie's cock would erect. I LOVE UR WRITING SM 💋💋

Yesss, absolutely- I'll go force wifey to make a part 2 of her recent work-

Warnings: smut 18+, weed, swearing, Transgender Ellie, dry humping, cum (Ellie being pathetic🤭🤭)

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You and Ellie had been friends for years, and you went over to hers for a sleepover- nothing out of the ordinary, smoking some weed and playing video games.

The weed in your system made your pussy ache, you couldn't ignore it.

"yo" Ellie says as she hears a knock at the door, headphones still on as she plays call of duty, the door opens and Joel smiles at you, you smile back.

"hey kiddo's, do you guys want some snacks?" Joel says in a soft tone, you politely say yes and he brings the snacks up.

"thanks Joel" you say, Ellie is too busy with her game to notice— you roll your eyes and giggle, grabbing another joint and igniting it and blowing out the smoke.

Putting the joint between your two fingers, you go behind Ellie and put it to her lips and she mumbles a 'thanks' as she turns off her PS5, she looks outside.

"shit, what fucking time is it?" She giggles "9pm" you say, "shit I was playing for hours... Hope you didn't get too bored watching me play"

"it's okay Els, it's cute"

She swiftly goes underneath the sheets to lay on her back, and you follow, laying on your side and looking at her.

Her fucking trackpants, those fucking gray trackpants she always fucking wears... You could see the outline of her flaccid dick and bit your lip hard.

"what?" She says, looking up at you. "Nothing.. just so pretty" you say, putting a strain of hair behind her ear and she smiles.

You and Ellie had never been sexual, I mean. You've told her about your experiences but never were you two sexual, but you accepted over summer you had the fattest fucking crush on Ellie fucking Williams, you never wanted to tell her in case it ruined years of friendship.

Ellie looks at your lips then your eyes, she licks her lips and you pull yourself closer and kiss her- Ellie's lips are as soft as they look, her tongue pushing into your mouth softly and you moan into her mouth.

She takes this as a sign and pulls you on top of her, hands gripping your ass, she groans into your mouth as you start to grind on her cock.

"fuck" she mumbles against your lips, pulling your hair away from your neck and leaning up to kiss your neck that is rewarded with a loud moan from your lips.

You roll your hips slowly as you feel her cock getting harder and harder... Her dick rubbing against your clit making you moan and collapse onto her, she bucks her hips up into your aching pussy.

By this point you both are a fucking mess, you're taking off your t-shirt to reveal your tits and her hands are on your ass as you drag yourself along her length, you take off your pants so you can grind on her cock in just your panties- Ellie takes off her pants quickly and you roll your hips again as you make your way on top of her, her cock pulsating and sensitivity has gone up with just boxers on.

Ellie's mouth finds her way to your nipple and sucking on it, her tongue swirling around as you moan . You rut your hips harder into her cock as she groans louder, these groans turn to pathetic moans after a minute or two, you bring your face to her neck and suck on her neck— she's definitely going to wear those proud to school tomorrow.

"i-im so fucking close, fuck" she whimpers and you giggle "yeah?" You tease, "hmm" she moans.

"don't fucking stop please fuck" you nod and speed up, feeling her cock that's so hard you're sure she'll explode at any given second. "Please, fuck baby please"

You feel her cock pulsate against your clothed cunt, you feel yourself getting closer.

"Els. I'm-"

"I know fuck, fuck, fuck" she says, her breathing gets heavier, opening her mouth so she can get more air into her lungs- you're both moaning and whining.

"you wanna cum baby?" You tease her, "yes fuck please .. fuck please" she begs

she bucks her hips one more time before her stomach starts contracting, and she cums all over your panties and through her boxers.

You look down and see her Calvin Klein boxers are soaked- you're just so fucking close, you keep rolling your hips on her cock as it hits your clit making you moan loudly.

"'m so sensitive, fuck!" Her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head. "I'm so fucking close Els please, hold on for me"

You're literally milking her dry, one last grind and you're cumming, pussy contracting and clit throbbing as you come down from your high- still on top of her you look down at your thin cotton panties that are now covered in both of your cum, you're breathing hard and so is Ellie.

"fuck-" she moans, hitting the pillow as she puts her hands on your hips.

You get off of her and look at your soaking panties and back at her, you giggle.

"shit... Im sorry" she looks at you worried. "No Ellie, it's no biggie dw"

She stands up, holding her crotch as cum gets all on her fingers. "Shit" she mumbles, you laugh and she laughs with you, handing you a pair of her boxers, you mumble "thanks" changing out of your soaking panties and into these boxers, getting back into bed as Ellie gets you water.

"are you not gonna change your boxers?"

"shut up, I will get when I get back into bed"

You laugh, she grabs you water and changes her boxers getting back into bed with you, she cuddles you in close and kisses your lips softly.

[sleepyangelkami]

you totally don’t have to take this into consideration at all but what if in the pastors daughter pt3 there’s ANGST. maybe readers parents find out and try to punish/harm her but ellie comes to the rescue 🫡

PASTORS DAUGHTER III e.williams

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 8.6K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - you have a secret, one only few people could know, what would happen if the preacher found out that his daughter was dating such a dilinquent, or more importantly a girl. ellie williams doesn't hesitate to jump in when she finds you and your parents in your bedroom after your sister let your secret out. some smut at the end because you're all waiting for it.

 ☆ WARNINGS - innocent reader, smut, angst, violence, fighting, yelling, unpacking heavy homophobia, use of a slur, mentions of blood, physical violence, making out, innocence kink, corruption kink, kina size kink if you squint, fingering and oral (r. recieving), scissoring, kinda sub!reader and dom!ellie, my shitty writing, my also unawareness of anything in a catholic church (i'm literally catholic), intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread

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you never kept secrets. when you were young, you did everything in your will to keep your mouth shut but you were a blabbermouth, you couldn't help the words tumbling out from your lips. if someone were to ask you what your deepest darkest secret was, your lips would screw shut because truly, you never did keep secrets. any secrets kept from your parents, were secrets that not even your mind was fully able to comprehend, something you had not yet accepted about yourself.

but this. this was your favourite secret of all time.

it all happened so fast. how ellie once was your sisters best friend, the one in which would call you pretty names, have you a blushing mess before she even glanced sideways at you. and now, she was the same girl pulling you away from the others at school just to kiss you.

kissing. that had to be your favourite part.

call it what you want. some may say that you were so drunk off her kisses because you had never been kissed before, the feeling so foreign however you knew what the problem was, not that it was a problem at all. ellie knew how to kiss, better than anyone else in the world, you guessed. her tongue didn't bother fight for dominance, it slipped in so easily and you let it, you let her explore your mouth as crude sounds fell from your lips. you were drunk off her lips, the way they could kiss you so roughly, having you sitting with your hands placed on her shoulders to keep you up for you had chose kissing the girl over breathing a long time ago. the way she would kiss you so gently when she wished, whether she was leaving you off to class, pretending to brush something off your shoulders as she dipped her head down, a chaste kiss against your lips. you could drown in them, you were sure. in fact, you could drown in anything related to ellie, you'd die a happy woman. ellie williams had single handedly wrapped you around her finger and all it took was a mere kiss. if she had known this, she would have done it a long time ago.

however, it was still but a secret. you acted as though you were mere acquaintances in public, a small smile and a nod. but when she got you alone, god when she got you alone she couldn't help but ravish you. after all, she had been wanting you all day.

though it was a secret, it wasn't just you and ellie who were aware of the relationship. ashley had been over the moon when you had announced it and ever since then she had been asking both you and ellie about every little detail of the relationship. she was a fangirl, and you were her favourite couple. and, of course, joel miller had been made aware almost instantly.

you giggled, seated on your girlfriends bed, fiddling with the weird ball she had just given you. she made it a habit to hand you strange toys and watch your face try to figure out what it was in the most humorous way known to man. you were still getting used to being in a relationship. having a girlfriend. but with ellie, you didn't feel guilty for it didn't feel as if anything was wrong with what you were doing. ellie was an angel despite the devilish image she had created for herself in her mind. "you girls hungry?" you turned to see joel miller standing at the doorway, hand on the door handle as he bent through the crack.

"no, thank you, joel." grinning up at the man who had been only welcoming towards you since the moment you met him. you had already spent too many dinners at his house, however, your parents were dead certain that your choir practice was going amazing.

ellie gave you an amused glance before turning towards her step father. "suit yourself, i'm fucking starving." and of course she dragged you straight towards the kitchen because ellie was simply like that, she couldn't go anywhere without you, even in her own house. joel would only grin at you both, shaking his head as he looked down at the bread he was buttering. you were good for ellie, he deemed from the very first second he had been introduced to you, of course you and ellie weren't a 'thing' then, however, he could see right through the girl he knew something had to have been going on. he liked how ellie's days seemed brighter, how she seemed to be getting less slips from school, how she seemed to be doing her homework, that was one he was sure he'd never see again. he adored how sweet you were, always offering to clean up after you all, you had even cooked one of the days when joel had challenged your amazing cooking skills, you brought cookies over whenever you made them at home, you did seemingly anything to make his daughter smile, that was enough. and although he adored you, along with your older sister ashley l/n, he couldn't get over his distaste of your parents, one of which he had made quite apparent to you. he, of course, swore to keep your relationship a secret for he knew mr. l/n and he knew that he'd want you nowhere near that household, along with your mother who seemed to become witchier everytime he glanced at her. joel had come to grow quite very fond of you and when he saw how upset you could be with your parents, how you'd plant a smile on your lips and say 'oh it's fine' as ellie explained the situation, however, your eyes glassing over. when he saw how upset you were, his loathing grew for the nasty couple. he'd let you move in with them in a heartbeat, but he had grew to know you, and he knew you wouldn't wish your parents to be upset, so you simply brushed it off and continued with the constant abuse.

joel was always more than happy to let ellie use the truck on date nights too. it was a busted up, rusty red truck, whenever you glanced at it, joel always added "a truck that has been loved, y/n, adored even." insecurely, you might add. but you never cared, in fact, you had grown to love the truck.

of course, ellie always had to park at least a block away from your house, it would look too sketchy to walk in at the same time as you did. you'd enter, smiling and telling your parents that choir practice was, as usual, quiet but extremely interesting. ellie'd wait for at least ten minutes after that, then she'd enter with an eye roll from your parents as she greeted ashley, two screw ups, that was all they saw. and on those nights, you and ellie would try not to look at one another during dinner, to make sure it wasn't too obvious, of course.

ellie williams was a dream, a secret one that you closed off from the world. your teachers didn't know, your friends didn't know and most importantly, your parents didn't know.

princess i think it's very rude that you always come to see ash and not me, actually.

els would you rather me rat you out to joseph and mary?

you rolled your eyes at the message, her referring to your parents as such names.

princess no thanks but you should definitely come into my room with ash and watch a movie :D

els I'll do my best to convince the wicked witch of the west

princess eeeeeek thank youuuu

els you owe me, baby

princess psh watever now stop texting 'n driving

you grinned down at your cellphone before placing it flat down on your drawer, if only you didn't, perhaps you would have been able to see the many notifications that popped up from your sister, frantic. pushing the covers off, you stood from your bed and towards your wardrobe. you wanted to look somewhat presentable for tonight, you wanted to be pretty for ellie, there was simply no other reason to be rooting through your clothes at such an hour.

you pulled out an old, large, t-shirt. to be exact, ellie's t-shirt, the one in which you were gifted the before day that she had kissed you. you and ellie hadn't been together for a very long time, however, you were upmost embarrassed looking back at how much you shoved her away, fear eating away at you. it was shameful, how scared you were to let her in but you thanked every star in the galaxy that you came to your senses before it was too late.

you dressed in a simple baby pink long sleeved top and a grey sweatpants, after all, you didn't want to look like you were trying too hard. you didn't want to think about it too much, after all, you were sure that ellie wouldn't truly care to so much as look at what you were wearing. the thought was stupid, that the shirt you wore, or the way you fixed your hair had anything to do with your relationship, however, that didn't change the fact that you sat in front of your mirror and attempted to matt down the cows lick of the left side of your hair, teeth tugging at your lip in concentration.

you never wore make up, didn't even think about it, but you did when with ellie, you wondered if she truly liked the way you looked or if she just thought better not to mention it. nevertheless, everytime she hummed and called you 'pretty girl' those thoughts seemed to leave your mind in an instant.

your door bursting open caused your eyes to shift from the mirror, hairbrush caught between your teeth and hands on the top of your head. ashley was close to frantic, hands in the air, the look on her face had your own contorting to concern. "ash? what's wrong?" setting the hairbrush down and walking closer, wondering what on earth had been wrong with your sister.

her and your parents were out that evening with some college meeting. the thought of your sister moving had your heart wrenching. "i— i'm sorry, y/n." the closer you got, you could see the way her eyes were glossed over. before you could open your mouth, she was blubbering again. "it was an accident, it just came out and— oh my god." her hands pulling at her hair. "i'm sorry, im so so sorry."

you walked closer to her, confused as to what she was apologising for. by now, you stood directly in front of her. grabbing her hands softly, you pulled them down to view her face properly, it seemed as though her mind had been stuck on this for a while. this certainly wasn't her first set of tears. "hey, i'm not mad." of course you weren't, you didn't know what happened. "tell me what happened, i promise i won't be mad."

but your sister merely choked out half a sob as she heard the front door slam shut. your parents were home. "you're gonna hate me." a mere whisper, as if a warning. before you knew it, your parents were at your bedroom door, up the stairs in mere seconds. your father stood, a menacing look etched to his face. his brows were contorted into a heavy frown and his lips pursed, your mother, in tears, stood by his side with her arms crossed. you, baffled, looked between ashley and your parents, two of which had never looked so... angry. sure, they had looked at ashley like this, at non-blievers like this but never was it directed at you. "y/n/n, they know."

your eyes shifted between your parents and your sister again, heart stuttering. whatever they knew, it wouldn't be too bad, surely it couldn't. they couldn't know about ellie, they couldn't. you did everything in your power to assure that they didn't find out. the only people that knew was you, ellie, joel... ashley. "know what?" it came out feeble, small, as if you were a glass ready to shatter at any given moment.

"we know." your mothers strong voice rang out through the room and the moment it did, you realised. everything was so fucked.

teary eyed, fear stricken, your mouth opened and closed, turning towards your sister who was biting her nail, her own eyes glassy and apologetic. you ripped your eyes away from her instantly, you couldn't look at her. your heart dropped to your stomach, everything inside you twist. that familiar knot came back, the very one that had left the moment your lips fell to ellie williams' the second time, it was back and oh how it had multiplied. this was your secret, your only secret. why couldn't it just stay like that.

"so it is true then?" your father spoke as he abandoned your mothers side, walking right into the room. "you're one of them." he spat the word out like venom. you stayed silent, taken aback as you stared at them in pure horror, the very thing you had never wished to happen, happened. your body stood frozen still, mind frozen in time, too. "no." he spoke, shaking his head at you. and suddenly... he looked at you the very way you did everything in the world to avoid. he looked at you like you were a monster. "no daughter of mine would behave this way." looking you up and down like filth. "you are not my daughter."

you blinked back the first tear. you knew the minute it began... it would never end. "I— i am." you stressed, voice breaking as you looked at the man you loved with the most pleading expression you had ever had. "it's still same me, i'm not any different than i was before, you have to listen to me. i tried to fight it, i did!" and suddenly, you couldn't stop the waterworks. "daddy, plea-"

"it was those friends." your mother interrupted, stepping so much closer than your father willed. "i told you. I told you that you would ruin everything!" your mother had never been the forgiving type. "look where you are now! what you did, what you have destroyed!" and your eyes pleaded with your father who turned his nose down at you, he wouldn't look at you. "do you know what this will do to your father? to you? to us?" and her own voice broke, as if anything was hurting her. they'd never understand how hard you tried. how much you wished to not be this way but it didn't work, it never did. "why are you doing this? is it to make a stand against us? to rebel against your parents because you're fed up of going to choir?!" you mumbled something beneath your breath. "you better speak up before i-"

"you don't get it." frantic hands pushing at your hair. for the first time in your life, you spoke against your parents, not for them. "i tried— i really tried to get rid of everything, the feelings, the thoughts but i just-" you sniffled and wiped your sleeve against your nose. "i finally, for once in my life figured out who i was and i don't know what i was expecting..." turning your head away from them. but you knew better, how every were you supposed to get it out turning away. so you turned back, eyes burning into your mothers. "i suppose i guessed that you and him would finally take a second— just a second to stop being so focused on yourselves and understand where i'm coming from, understand me!"

your mother locked her jaw. "you think we're selfish, is that it?!" your father yelled, turning back to you. "I have done this, all of this for you!" hands flailing in the air causing you to flinch.

"no you didn't!" no one in the room seemed to hear ellie's truck pull up, nor hear the door open. "you did it for you because it's always you, you, you! maybe if you took a day off to look around you might realise that ashley's done a better job at raising me than either of you have!" and as angry as you were at the girl, you couldn't deny that ashley was a true guardian, they were not. "and maybe you'd realise that i'm not going to change." you stood your ground, as much as your voice wavered and your hands shook, you spoke, despite the tears. "okay? I'm gay." that was the first time you had ever spoken the real sentence. "i— i'm gay and i always have been! and maybe if either of you took your nose out of a bible and i don't know- at least tried to understand you'd realise that it's not a choice!"

your mother shook her head at you. "i don't care what the internet says. god doesn't listen to your kind's stupid excuses." your kind. as if you were some kind of an animal.

"uh... what's going on?" oh god no. there stood ellie williams in all her glory, jacket covered in rain and her boots beginning to soak your carpet, you didn't much care because by the sounds of it, you weren't going to be living here by tomorrow.

everyone whipped around to see ellie, an umberella in her hands yet soaking wet, sometimes you wondered if you truly were dating an idiot. "you." your father shot towards her. "you stay the hell away from my daughter!"

she gave him a raised eyebrow, however, she didn't flinch back. "which one? gotta be more specific man-" confused as ever.

"this is it, y/n." your mother turned back to you. "this is who you're turning your back on your life for, who you're turning your back on your family for." ellie's brows furrowed in confusion until finally, they relaxed in shock. oh. "i'm giving you one last chance to make this right."

it seemed as though everyone in the room was watching you. "turn back to the light, y/n." your father spoke as if it were some evil rooted inside of you. "turn to god and he'll wash away all of your sins. we can forget about this."

and you looked between your parents, both their faces as they waited patiently for you to cry out and hug them. you'd state that it was all merely for attention or lack of which you had gotten. you wanted to lash out, rebel against them because that was simply what teenage girls do and you knew the only way to hurt them was this. but it didn't come. your eyes glanced back to ellie williams, standing as dishevelled as ever before and she was staring right at you, pretty emerald eyes boring into your own. she didn't look scared, nor did she appear any bit concerned for your answer because she knew you better than you knew yourself, she knew what your answer would be before it even came out of your mouth. and yet, she knew you would chose her, between every galaxy in the universe, constellations in the sky, and yet, you still managed to shock her.

"i love her."

your mother and father dropped such sympathetic looks and suddenly, you were no longer a l/n, they didn't have that glint in their eyes as they stared back, it turned to pure rage. and yet ashley's eyes had softened on your frame, ellie's eyes could only go wide. you... loved her? you loved her too. she was frozen in time, her hands stuck to her side and her umbrella nearly slipped from her fingers. she stared at you and you stared right back at your parents, eyes nowhere near hers and yet even so she felt as though you were talking to her, communicating to her through your crystal fallen tears.

your mother breathed a sigh of pure fury. "you disgust me." and you knew she meant it, with every single bone in her body. but as much as you knew she meant it, you never would have thought she'd do what she did next. you didn't think it was so much as a possibility for her to bring a hand up like she did. suddenly, you felt a pang, you could feel your nose drip almost the same time that her hand came in contact with your face. you expected silence, one in which you could just stare at her, your mother, your supposed protector in which hit you because of what? she couldn't accept the fact that you were happy. truth be told, you were sure you and ellie would be happier than she and your father ever were.

the silence never came.

commotion enveloped the bedroom. "fucking hit her again!" ellie was in your mothers face before you were out of it. ashley swooped in then, grabbing a hold of you as you cradled the side of your face, blood from your nose dripping down your hand. "no, seriously!" as much as your father attempted to push ellie away, she wasn't scared, she was nearly as tall as him for bloody sake. "fucking try it!"

your mother was just as angry as she. "get out of my way, faggot." despite the tears, your eyes blew wide, where did she even hear such a word?

you didn't get to hear much more of their conversation for before your mother could so much as take a breath, ellie's fist connected with her face. you attempted to push yourself further, ashley could only hold you back as tears stung at the rim of your eyes.

this was all of your fault.

ellie didn't swing once, nor did she swing twice, she punched the woman at least three times before your father interfered. he didn't use violence, why would he? he was a man of god. "fucking pussies." ellie muttered as your mother and father stood off, your mother completely sobbing now, as you were, silently as you could in your sisters arms.

if only you didn't kiss her. if only you didn't allow yourself the satisfaction. if only you listened to that instinct that told you to run away that night. but you didn't want to run from ellie, no, if you could do anything different you would have run further, out of that room, that house, you could be in a different state by they so much as notice you had left.

your father stood off to the side, cradling your mother in his arms. "get out of my house." staring at ellie who merely glared right to him, not a shot of fear in her eyes. "now."

she scoffed, locking her jaw as she turned her head. "c'mon, sweetheart." eyes pointed at you. your lip was tucked beneath your teeth as ashley let her arms fall from around you.

"she won't go with you." your father scoffed back. "she's my daughter." if only he knew how little that meant after that night. ellie williams didn't utter a word, she simply held her hand out from behind her, eyes locked with your fathers. so you did what you had longed to do for so long. hesitantly, you stepped forward and stretched your hand out, it fell into hers. instantly, she locked your fingers together, a proud grin on her lips as she looked right back at your horrified dad. "by the holy bible, you will regret this, y/n."

"no, i don't think she will." ellie tsked and like that, she got you right out of that bedroom.

you didn't remember when you stopped crying that night. what you did know, however, was that it was not down the stairs or when you got in the truck or when ellie had sat you on the bed after assuring you that joel had a night shift. "ellie th-they hate me." you blubbered as the girl attempted to wipe your nose with a damp cloth, it was proving difficult with the tears mixing with the blood and the dried blood that had stuck to your pretty skin. you hated crying, you hated being vulnerable and you did not have any intentions of doing so in front of the girl you adored so dearly and yet here you were, unable to stop the tears from flowing.

"they don't hate you, sweet girl." doing her best to keep your face still as the damp cloth wove it's way around your skin. "they're just.. shocked is all." funny, she didn't think she'd hit a grown woman three times for merely being shocked. she was almost done with your face, still trying to get the bits of dried blood around your left cheek off.

you shook your head, still crying. "they hate me, they hate you. els 'm so sorry." ellie dropped the cloth onto the floor beneath her.

"hey, hey, look at me." she grabbed your face between her hands. "none of this is your fault." you tried to look away, she wasn't letting that happen any time soon. "it's not your fault they're close minded cunts. they can go— i don't know fuck the three wise men or something." this sprouted the quietest, lovelies of giggles from you, small, quiet but enough. ellie grinned, her eyes tracing every perfect imperfection of your skin. "there she is." a dazing smile on her lips as her eyes raked your face.

you sniffed, realising her hands had clapsed around your own. "you're not mad at me?" you questioned oh so quietly.

"mad at you?" she laughed under her breath. "baby, i'd never." she disconnected one hand, you ignored the way only one of hers was enough to cover both of yours. the free hand came to your face, you didn't flinch like before, you relished in it. the way the pads of her fingers traced around your skin, slowly pushing your hair behind your ear. a whisper left her lips. "you're too pretty to be mad at, anyway."

something in the air had shifted.

"els..." as her finger pads danced against your pretty skin. she hummed quietly, entranced by your pretty face. "can you kiss me."

"don't need to tell me twice."

her lips were ecstatic, rough against your soft ones. she captured you in a kiss so blissfully that it sent your face backwards slightly. her hands fell to your thighs as your hands sat on her shoulders. she was on her knees before you, kissing you so roughly as you ignored how hot you suddenly felt. you never kissed someone before ellie but for an inexperienced person or an experienced person, ellie had to be the best kisser in the world. it seemed as though everytime you forgot what to do, she was doing something to make up for it. she kissed you roughly, you sloppily chased her speed. her right hand travelled further up your thigh and softly squeezed. your lips parted and a noise left your lips, ellie took the perfect moment to slip her tongue inside your mouth, allowing it to explore easily as it pushed your own down, not bothering to fight for dominance, she would win anyway.

she picked your hips up slightly, detaching your lips so she could push you further up the bed, she stood before you, you looked up at her with pretty doe eyes. "fuck me." she mumbled beneath her breath before attaching your lips once more. she slowly guided your back to hit the sheets beneath you and continued to kiss roughly at your hips. your hands came up, gathering around her neck while her own fell down to your hips, groping the plush skin of your waist while her teeth came down to softly nip at your bottom lip, tongue soothing down the skin soon after before she returned kissing you. the feeling was so euphoric, so many things happening at once, you didn't have a chance to acknowledge them all at once, too busy focusing on the sudden ache between your legs.

oh no. it was happening again, that funny feeling that always settled in when ellie kissed you too long, when her hands found home on your skin in a somewhat different way than the others. "els..." you breathed out, detaching yourself from the kiss, you looked right up at her with desperate eyes, she knew then and there.

"what's wrong, baby?" as her lips came down to trace across your leg, littering small kisses against the sensitive skin that had your back arching against her and off the mattress.

you breathed out in frustration. "ellie... need you." pulling at her sleeve, she knew exactly what you needed, she could practically see the wet pool already despite the fact she wasn't even looking. "please..."

"please what, angel?" kissing against your neck once more, just beneath your jaw. you made a noise, one of more frustration. one that told her you needed her more than any other gesture or words would have. but she wasn't having it. she wanted to embarrass you, make your cheeks go pink and your eyes flutter the way they did. "be good and use your words and i might..." hands tracing against the bottom of your stomach, so close to where you needed her. "give you a reward, hm?"

you had never had sex before. in fact, you hadn't even thought of how it would happen let alone did you ever think it would be with your sisters best friend. a girl, you may have guessed but ellie williams, never. sure, you could wish but a girl can dream, never did you think it would be reality. there was one thing and one thing alone that you were sure about, however.... "please, ellie, t-touch me."

she moved away from your neck, looking down at you as she positioned herself above you. "you sure this is what you want?" clarifying before you began. "if you're still upset we can just relax, we don't need to do anything you don't want to." and your heart swelled, ellie williams cared about you more than she cared about anyone else in the whole world.

a small smile brushed across your lips. "i want to, ellie." you spoke, in a mere whisper. "I really want to." because it was her and ellie could make you comfortable enough to jump off the earth if she wanted to. she made you feel so warm... so loved, however, she also had this special trick where she made your panties wetter than anyone before.

"in that case." chuckling as she bent down to place another kiss against your lip, this one so much more passionate, not as rough. she kissed you again and again while her hands managed to ease around your skin once more, suddenly her fingers and large hands were tracing every inch of you, you almost held your breath. she soothed your shirt up a little, hands falling onto your stomach as she pushed her hands around, rubbing your sides up and down as you shivered into her touch. "you ever touched yourself, angel?" angel, a quite contrasting name to such an event. your face grew hot at the question, lips parting and closing once more with a small huff, the situation much too shameful. "don't go shy on me now, sweetheart." she pushed your chin forward, eyes locking into your own with lips brushing against one anothers. you breathed heavily, eyes boring into her pretty green irises and tracing her freckles that littered across her smooth skin. you made a certain hum with a nod, a desperate one as your back arched off the mattress. "yeah?" you whimpered as her lips came down to soothe your neck, pressing sloppy kisses across the delicate skin. "you ever came, baby?" a fragile whisper as the image of you in your bedroom, pretty legs parted with your hand between them as you desperately tried to get off. of course, how would you even know how to. her long fingers traced your skin, she had pushed your sweatpants down ever so slightly so that she was just above where you needed her. you whined into her touch, pushing yourself down the bed further with a small shake of your head, admittedly embarrassed. "no?" an almost teasing smirk in her face. of course you didn't know how to tease yourself, not properly at least. you were so fucking innocent and oh how ellie couldn't wait to taint you.

"ellie." it was a whisper, almost a warning so she would stop teasing you. endless nights, you had your hand down between your legs, hoping to any saint above that no one would walk in. you never quite reached that euphoric feeling the books explained.

"i know, angel, i know." you were far from an angel, you deemed. "let's get this off, hmm?" fingers slowly trailing up and down your pant leg. you nodded, breathlessly and panting as the girl gripped the waistband between her fingers. she waited a moment, watching your desperate face whither once more before slowly, dragging it down your legs with ease.

her eyes never left your body as the material grouped up in her hands, she tossed it somewhere then, she wasn't really looking but the silence that followed without a clatter seemed to be good news. her eyes fell, sitting on your pretty white cotton panties. a smirk fell across her face, of course they were. your breath caught in your throat, feeling the cold air nipping at your bare yet soft legs. ellie took the chance to place sloppy kisses against your stomach, her hands toying with the silky flesh of your legs. your back arched.

but before the girl could get to the place you needed her the most, you whined out, grabbing her shoulders. she stopped in an instant, coming back up to your face. " 's wrong, baby?" and you almost whimpered at the name, but you controlled yourself... for now.

your grasped at her sleeves, pushing yourself closer to her. "your turn." you mumbled, looking up at her with those hazy doe eyes, she smirked right at you. bending down, she placed three kisses against your lips before sitting herself up slightly, pushing her arms through the holes of her t shirt, you watched in awe as she tossed it somewhere in the room. your eyes immediately fell to her chest, ignoring the growing pit in your stomach. while in awe, she reached down and kissed your dazy state away. tugging at your own long sleeved top, she tossed it somewhere with the pile of clothes too, all sitting together rather neatly, considering she threw them when she wasn't looking. white bra, how cute.

"better?" she mumbled seductively against your lips, hands moving up to cup your covered breasts, palming her hands over them.

"better." you whispered, trying to keep every sound you possibly could contained and yet it proved to work to no avail as a small whimper fell from your lips.

she kissed down your stomach once more, slowly, excruciatingly so. hot, sloppy, open mouth kisses against every fraction of your skin. your back arched off the mattress, hands steady on the girls shoulder. no bra. of course she was wearing no bra. her lips trailed further down your stomach, past your belly button and only did they stop right above your pretty panties. " 'm gonna take 'em off." you didn't respond with yes but a mere whimper and you did what you simply couldn't control. bucking your hips up, almost hitting your core off the girls face. she grinned at what she had created, a rather damp spot soaking through your panties. "so fuckin' eager." you assumed she would grab your panties, toss them somewhere foreign like she did so many times before. you assumed wrong.

her teeth slightly scratched against your hip bone as they hooked around the side of your panties. slowly, she dragged the panties down with her mouth with little to no effort, sliding them smoothly along your legs. you glanced down, out of breath already. she had her eyes closed and it looked as though she were trying not to get too caught up in the situation, as if she were holding herself back. she pooled them at your feet then grabbed them with her slim fingers. you watched as she pocketed them in the back of her jeans and yet you said nothing, just watched as she grinned down at you, menacing face contorted into an almost evil grin.

but she couldn't look at you, not yet, before she let what she didn't want... unfinished. "before i do anything..." she mumbled, hand coming towards your chest. you gasped as you felt her pull your pretty silver cross from your neck, she didn't pocket that, nor did she toss it away, she simply placed it delicately on the desk beside her. who did she care, the clasp was surely broken anyway. maybe it was just a silly souvenir. you looked up at her, eyes barely blown wide. "what? y'don't need it no more, pretty girl." because the cross was a symbol of purity and you were anything but pure now. and the way your puffy lips stretched out, the way your eyes dazily glanced up at her as if she were made of diamonds. she knew it was official. she had corrupted you, molded you to her own liking.

you gasped at the sudden sensation of her hand cupping your dripping cunt. she almost laughed at you. "haven't even touched you yet, baby." you bucked your hips into her hand, oh how you wanted her to touch you. "all f'me?"

you nodded, panting like a lap dog. "please, els." whimpering once more. and who was ellie to deny such a request? you gasped out, breath stuttering as her hands parted your legs and one fell on your cunt. she rubbed two fingers against your pretty pink nub, watching as you reacted so... verbally. the way you moaned at the way she simply drew circles on your clit had herself almost grinding in her jeans. while she controlled herself, she simply couldn't stop by how reactive you were, you were in much too deep now.

fingers fell down to your hole, collecting your juices on her fingers. she groaned as she pressed her lips to your neck, anything to distract herself from practically fucking you then and there. she shoved one finger in, watching as you jumped at the foreign feeling. you had rubbed your clit before, of course, but never had you inserted a finger into yourself. and even if you did, nothing could have compared yourself for her slim, long fingers.

you moaned out. "oh... ellie." eyes squeezing shut as she began to move. she pumped her finger in and out, watching as you moved your body with it, practically fucking yourself with her finger. a knot made it's way to your tightening stomach. for good measure, she didn't add another finger.

she added two.

the feeling of her stretching you out had your back arching and mewls falling from your pretty lips while ellie attacked your neck with kisses. she pumped her fingers in and out of you, watching as you wriggled in her grasp, grinding yourself off her fingers. she didn't say anything, simply kissing your neck and allowing you to get off on her fingers. there would be more time to tease you in the future. besides, she'd be lying if she said she didn't adore the sounds leaving your lips and the way the bed creaked with the movements of ellie shoving her fingers in and out of you.

"feeling desperate, hm?" as she kissed up your jawline. you were sure, this was the euphoric feeling they explained. "want me to make you cum, sweetheart?" and what were you to say? deny yourself of the pleasure? certainly not. relish in it? absolutely.

"mmph." whining into her mouth as she captured your lips, tongue slipping into your mouth. "please ellie." you could have screamed for her then and there. "please ellie, make me cum!" her big body against your tiny one, she couldn't help but fawn.

"your wish is my command, princess." something you never would have guessed could be so hot. she moved her lips from your face and down your body. you moaned out at the feeling of her fingers, still fucking you senseless as your hands moved from her shoulder to her head. she positioned her face right in line with your core. you suddenly felt nervous but that feeling of her against your cunt was just so much more overpowering.

she didn't give you so much as a warning as her tongue flattened out against your clit, her fingers never stopping their fast pace. "oh!" your legs had spread with ease, sitting up bent at the knees with your socks sitting at either side of ellie's head, your back arched, hands on the back of her head while your own fell into the cushions behind you. eyes screwing shut, her pretty mouth working so perfectly on you.

mewls. whimpers. ellie could have come from the sound alone. they were nothing short of pornographic. how could she not smirk against your core as she lapped you up, holding you still with her free hand. she was making you make these sounds. she was making you squirm as you did. she made that knot in your stomach tighten.

your chest quickened its fast paces. "ellie— ellie, i'm gonna-" you were going to come. you had never reached anywhere close to that and here ellie was, effortlessly making you reach a hundred.

she parted her mouth from your clit. " 's okay, baby, let it out." and you assumed she'd slow down. once again, you assumed wrong. pouncing forward, she began licking and lapping your tongue against your clit once more, watching as you squirmed against here, almost screaming. it was when her name ripped from your throat that she knew you were so close. so close that she could feel your walls clenching around her fingers. she didn't stop, nor did she slow down as she awaited the arrival in which she had dreamt of the day she met you.

"oh god, oh god!" you hoped god was nowhere near that bedroom. "ellie!" and that was the last thing ellie heard before she felt you completely collapse around her. she felt white, hot liquid gush out from your pussy all over her fingers. she could taste you. your body jerked, the most pornographic mewls falling from your lips as you bucked your hips over and over again. she continued to fuck you through your high, tongue doing anything it could to pick up all your juices. the salty taste had her wanting more.

she didn't stop until your body was practically vibrating.

ellie came back up to meet your face which was embarrassed and flushed. sweat caused your hair to stick to your forehead and your chest moved up and down rapidly due to your irregular breathing pattern. pretty plush lips parted as you panted heavily. her breathing had picked up too, eyes grazing over your pretty skin as she lifted her fingers to her mouth, sucking off your juices. you watched entranced, innocent eyes blown wide. you wanted to shy away, suddenly beyond embarrassed as the euphoric feeling began to fade away. but you didn't, your eyes were too focused on the pretty girl in front of you. "you okay to keep going?" she breathed heavily as your head fell deeper into the pillows beneath you. there was more? you nodded your head rapidly, head moving up in an instant to lock your lips to ellie's, she got the hint almost instantly. you were ready, you were beyond ready.

the adrenaline sat in your chest, burrowing there as your lips moved at seemingly the same pace as ellie's, though you wouldn't deny the fact that she was leading the pathway, you could only sloppily follow. your eyes a little heavier, you assumed it was that euphoric feeling taking a toll on you however by the way ellie was beginning to unbotton her jeans, you could only assume that whatever was to happen next was going to please her just as much as it did you the first time and boy did you want that, desperately.

she was above you, kissing your lips roughly as her hands fiddled with the buttons and zipper of her jeans, rough material sliding down her legs with a little less ease than your own. however, she didn't waste a second to toss them into the pile of your discarded clothes from before. dressed in black boxers, you couldn't help but gawk at her but she didn't allow it too long for in seconds she was desperately raking them off her body, eagerly pushing the material off her body so she could feel you again.

you made a noise into her mouth, her kisses making your face hot, cheeks pink and mind beyond ditsy. as soon as she was bare, all fabrics discarded, she had pushed at your knees, sending them up so you were practically making a bridge with them. "fucking hell." a whisper beneath her breath as she looked at your already soaked pussy in your own juices from before. she did that. she couldn't help but grin in pride at your abused cunt. her hands fell to yours, pushing them down against the mattress as her larger ones cupped your smaller ones, holding you in place so easily. you were like her very own doll and oh how she loved playing with you. you watched as she hooked a leg past your waist, knee planting itself on the other side of the bed from you. you swallowed thickly and watched her in anticipation. you had never done something like this before. it was safe to say that you're stomach was doing flips, that your heart rate sped as fast as it ever had before but you couldn't deny the sole comfort her big hands brought, almost grounding you.

she didn't take another breath, state another word, before planting herself right on top of you.

her pussy fell on yours, she let out a groan at the feeling, sudden relief washing over her. you whined at the contact, holding her hands tighter if even possible. she bent her body towards you, hands still clasped together as she slowly rolled her hips against your own. you whimpered at the feeling of her clit bumping off your own. "ellie." you all but mewled. "f-feels so good." as she continued to slowly roll her hips, grinding down onto your pretty cunt.

ellie was in no mind to stop, eyes closed and her throat held many sounds of her own. "fuck." trying to do everything in her will to not take it to the extreme, it was your first time, she wanted to be gentle. "tryin' not to push it, sweetheart." alerting you of how badly she wanted to fuck you senseless.

you breathed heavily, the feeling of her pussy on your abused one so stimulating. "i can— i can take it." pretty doe eyes looking up at her as if you wanted nothing more than for her to feel good. and you did, you'd do anything to make sure she felt as good as you, it would be almost monsterous to deprive anyone of this euphoric feeling, the one in which had your legs trembling and lip wobbling as you tried to contain your sounds, ignoring the lump in your throat. "please, els." you whimpered, grinding your own hips against her, she let out a grunt, holding your hands tighter. "want you to."

she didn't need to be told twice.

she pushed her hips up and down, heavily and swiftly as she felt your pretty cunt against your own.

she practically got drunk off of your noises. holding you close, she never stopped her agonising pace as she even began pushing her hips to the side, rarely yet every time it had a new sound coming from your lips. she wondered just how many sounds she could make you make.

rutting her pussy roughly against yours, she listened to the crude squelching sounds from your wetness mixing with her own. "yeah." she breathed, lips close to your own as she held your hands so hard you couldn't feel them anymore. the feeling was too elating to move your mind from. your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of your stomach tightening again. "takin' me so well, sweetheart." and she meant it so much. she allowed her own eyes to close as she never stopped her pace. rubbing herself against you so carelessly and sloppy, she could feel her high coming on just as it had the many nights ellie imagined this very moment. hips roughly shoving your own down, you couldn't help but move with her as she fucked you senseless.

"ellie!" you whined, back arching off the bed. her sweaty forehead was pressed against your own. she knew that tone, the very one you had used before, the very one she imagined so many times.

she breathed out a huff, eyes still closed. "me too." and the knot was so close to untangling, she all but swallowed back her noises. opening her eyes she roughly shot her face forward, lips latching to yours. you desperately kissed her back as she began to rut her hips so eagerly.

you would have screamed if it weren't for her lips on your own, maybe that was why she had done it, to silence you or maybe to silence herself. whatever the case, you were much too wrapped up in your own world to so much as consider it. you felt your stomach finally give out as ellie's did almost simultaneously. her juices mixed with your own, like to complimented chemicals in a science fair. with her lips on yours, she groaned deeply while you whimpered, your hips slowly stopped grinding to her own and she too slowed her rutting. noises falling between one another, you could barely breathe. her lips were suffocating you and you would have died happily there and then if you could have.

two damp cloths and a toilet use later, you sat drowsy in ellie williams bed. your head was limp against the crook of her neck as she laid with you in her arms. after you had cleaned up, she offered you some of her clothes, stating she'd tell joel everything in the morning, claiming he'd be more than happy to let you crash because apparently 'he'd rather you as a daughter anyway'. you brushed her off but thanked her heavily, kisses falling around her freckles as she laughed at your giggly yet drowsy state. it was only seconds later that you ended in the predicament that you did, arms wrapped around her loosely while her own squeezed you close.

thoughts of that night swam through ellie's head. she wondered how fast that mood had changed, from crying with a damp cloth on your face to almost brought to tears by ellie williams' pussy. she smirked to herself before glancing over at the broken silver chain that sat on her desk, you hadn't even mentioned it.

the girl turned back to you, your eyes were closed and your breathing was slow, cheeks pink and lips plush. if she didn't know any better, she'd think you were asleep. "baby?" you hummed, quietly yet barely heard, you were too far deep in sleep, ellie wasn't even sure if you'd register her words, she didn't care, she needed them out. "i love you too."

crazy to think a little lust for the pastors daughter led her well... here.

main masterlist/ellie's masterlist

[eliasorchard]

Alright I'm actually very embarrassed since I've never shared my writings before, but here goes nothing

Also it has a rushed ending because, well I'm not sure why. 👁️👄👁️

Warnings: suggestive (not nsfw), nudity, most likely wrong use of the english language.

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As carefully as she could, (name) gently straddled William's thighs, who was lying beneath her -after all his body was still fragile even if he didn't show it much. William closes his eyes and lets out a breathy moan, his attention- starved body filing with electrifying sensations. (Name) places her hands on his shoulders for balance and gazes worriedly down at her lover

"Are you okay?" She questions, taking in both his scarlet eye and his blind one.

William chuckles softly "I am quite alright, sweetheart. You needn't worry so much" he extends a hand, cupping her face lovingly and brushing his thumb against the skin of her cheek. (Name) places her own palm on top of his, "I apologise... You've given me plenty of reasons to worry about you, Will"

William follows her eyes, cascading down his body and stopping at his thorax, at the injury, now a scar, that had taken the longest to heal. (Name) traces her fingers across the scar, ranging from his left side to his right breast.

"I don't remember this one... Is it.. from when you...?" She didn't dare finish her sentence, she didn't want this intimate moment to be ruined by such recollections.

"Yes" William nods "Though I have no memory of it. I have more on my back"

They lock eyes once more, William's affectionate gaze meets her concerned one.

"Can I... See?" (Name) asks somewhat hesitantly. She didn't want to turn what was going to be a night of passion and love into a bitter memory of the past.

William chuckles softly "Right now? Well, I could never say no to you, sweetheart"

The blonde man places his hands on her waist, assisting her off him, and then sits up himself, facing the other way.

After all those years of marriage, showing his bare body to his wife came naturally for William. She was able to pierce through the walls surrounding his heart, and see his true self. His flesh was a mere extension of that.

Though, after the three years of his absence, he felt exposed, embarrassed even, as the woman he had chose to wed scanned the newly acquired scars on his back. After all, this was a new part of him to be discovered, and accepted.

(Name) traced the scars streaming down his back, she figured those were numerous since his back was left uncovered as he and Sherlock fell into the Thames.

"Do they hurt now?"

"No. Not anymore. At least, not physically"

William was taken by surprise, when he felt (Name)'s lips on his skin. Snaking her arms around his torso, she pulls him into a hug, peppering kisses along his shoulder blades, and his nape.

"Well, I love them. They are a part of you, and therefore a part of me as well" she nuzzles the crook of his neck, as her husband collects her hands in his, kissing her fingers softly.

William breaks the hug, and turns towards her, teary- eyed. (Name) furrows her eyebrows, thinking she has disturbed the pain and sentiment slumbering inside his heart. She opens her arms "Come here" and William cuddles up on her motherly embrace, resting his head on her soft breast.

"There, there.... It's alright" (Name)'s reassuring words only make him more sensitive, and he wraps her arms around her tightly. "I love you, William. All of you"

this is beautiful, rose. all of the words bleed with so much affection and tenderness afjdjd. please don't be embarrassed, i'd absolutely love, love, love to see more of these. if i had to sum up your writing, i'd say it's most similar to (and reminds me of) greek sculptures— the mentions of body parts such as the thighs, the thorax, the shoulder blades, scars, breasts and the tears—further accentuated/enhanced by descriptions such as breathy, electrifying, motherly embrace, "pierce the walls surrounding his heart", "flesh a mere extension of that" etc, they don't overlap or swallow each other as it does in most cases, they come together in a flow. you're able to mix physical descriptions with metaphors(?) wonderfully. it's raw and romantic and it's beautiful, that's what it is.

either way i really really love how soft their relationship is. i really love how split open they are for each other and they don't hide away. they observe, understand, and accept. and i think that's a lovely thing. william being so emotionally open towards (name) and (name) being so wonderfully accepting was so nice to see. this truly was a gift

"THANK YOU, ROSE" we all say in unison

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 23) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Were you expecting another note? Ha! Happy Anniversary FNAF! I was also inspired by @lucigooseart and their depiction of William being a good father to Mike, so I thought we needed parental cuteness in this one!~

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, grumpy x sunshine. Faz-Fuck TM

You and Vanessa had a full day of girly activities planned out ahead of you, and Sarah was all too happy to turn it into a full girl's day out with Charlie as well when you'd texted her about the situation, which made the small Afton exceptionally happy as she got to spend time with her best friend, aunt and you.

Sarah had driven you all to the mall, since she needed to do some clothes shopping for Charlie anyway and figured that getting a few t-shirts or something for Vanessa to have over William's wasn't a bad idea either. But as you stepped inside, it was hard to keep both of the girls under control, or rather, harder to keep the small blonde under control from dragging the much more reserved Charlie into every single shop that she saw something pretty and shiny in.

"You know," Sarah chuckled as she watched the two girls darting off in front of them towards a stationary store to look at all the pink and glittery things their little eyes could possibly concieve. "I would swear they were swapped at birth if I didn't know better."

"I did think the same thing when I first met Charlie, how did Henry produce such a quiet child?" You laughed with her, keeping an eye on your charges as well as you walked together a few paces behind them. Sarah had worn dungarees and a rainbow striped t-shirt to the outing, looking like the kindly pre-school teacher that she somehow pulled off in a more mature way that you could ever hope to.

"I'm more concerned how William produced such a confident and boisterous little girl."

"She...gets it from somewhere, I'm sure." Both of you looking at each other and laughing as you caught up to the small girls, watching them fawn over some scented glitter gel pens that you were sure were going to get lost or traded at school if you brought them for the two sweethearts.

"Mom, can me and Vanny go get pretzels, please?" Charlie tugged on Sarah's sleeve, and you watched your friend shake her head.

"No darling, remember, we're going to visit daddy at Freddy's later so you can have pizza." She explained patiently, watching the dark haired little girl's face fall before she gave a cute gap-toothed smile and nodding.

"Okay mom, can me and Vanny have a dollar to go pick something from the candy store please?"

"Go on then, have a dollar each, but please don't eat all your candy at once."

"We won't Mrs. Emily!" Vanessa called as she grabbed ahold of her friend and they ran off giggling, clearly enjoying themselves as you watched them run right up to a brightly coloured store that looked like something straight from a children's novel you had once read.

"They're totally going to aren't they?" You asked, looking at Sarah who was already shaking her head.

"Oh yeah, at least Charlie will accept the consequences with as much grace as an eight year old can."

"And Vanessa?"

"....Good Luck once you get her out of the car."

You sighed and looked towards Vanessa who was eyeing a rabbit sculpture made of what you were almost certain was pure sugar, taking a deep breath and heading towards them to mitigate the worst of the damage as Sarah laughed behind you at the expression of worry and almost maternal defeat as you got used to watching the children.

Eventually, the pair of you managed to lure them away from brightly coloured candy that you were certain you would otherwise see later in the day, sitting down opposite the indoor play park and watching them run around to burn off some energy, you spotted a shop across the way that caught your attention as you did some rough maths in your head.

Asking Sarah to watch the girls for a second, you slipped into the store and browsed the racks inside slowly. Fingers running across the merchandise as you scanned it carefully, trying to figure out what it was exactly that you would need as an elderly lady sat behind the counter, slowly knitting away on some project. Halloween was approaching, and it had suddenly occurred to you that Stacey had mentioned the staff were expected to dress up for a not-very-scary Halloween party, but you didn't have a costume, and the thought of buying a pre-made one was always a hit or miss with your stature and build.

You were just going to have to learn to sew, or drudge up some memory of how to do it.

Picking out your fabrics, you worked out roughly how much you would need and added and extra yard, deciding it was better to have too much than too little. Bringing the bolts of fabric and some accessories up to the counter, you spoke to the little old lady behind the counter as she cut the fabric with a sureness and quickness belied by her age. Ringing it up expertly like she had memorised every price in the store, you thanked her politely as you left to go find Sarah and the children.

It was going to be a secret for the moment, but you already were smiling at the thought of everybody seeing your idea in action.

William sighed as he shouldered open the door, carrying bags of groceries and feeling drained from working on the broken arcade machines all day. It felt like error code after error code had come up when he tested it, but it was finally working after all his efforts.

He could hear giggling coming from his lounge as he placed the bags down on the counter and kicked of his shoes. Padding through to see you and Vanessa sat on the floor together as you had your lips pursed in concentration, gently holding Vanessa's chin in one hand and the other carefully applying something to her lips. It seemed like you had been made up too; brightly coloured eyeshadows that he could see the sheer volume of glitter in from where he stood in the doorway, a pink tint to your lips, some pink on your cheeks, glittery hair clips in your hair and a little bunny head drawn on each cheek in what he hoped was something that would come off.

"Okay Vanny, you need to pop your lips, like this." You demonstrated to the little girl in front of you, making her giggle as she did it too. Shaking your head at the cute blonde as you compared her fairly well put on make-up to your own chaotic mess that she had lovingly applied.

"Well, don't my girls look beautiful?" William laughed at how much you jumped when he spoke, leaning against the door frame as Vanessa whipped around and beamed brightly, scrambling to her feet and launching herself at the older man with her arms out-stretched."

"Daddy!"

Afton grunted as he caught his daughter in his arms, swinging her around much to her delight as he placed her on one hip and smiled at her. Planting a kiss on her forehead and smiling as the small girl wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, laying her head on his shoulder and grinning as he looked at you getting up much more slowly.

"Hello bunny."

"Hey you, decided to come join the girl's day?" You teased as you padded over to him, watching as he gave you a lopsided grin and shook his head.

"No, I don't think I'd suit glitter eyeshadow and lipstick, not with this beard." Making Vanessa giggle at his silliness as you smiled just as brightly back at him, feeling your heart fluttering happily in your chest as you looked up at him.

"Daaaaadddd, it's not lipstick! It's lip-gloss! It's flavoured lip-gloss that " she said your name excitedly as she corrected William on his terrible fashion faux-pas "got and she let me try some on!"

"Really now? Well that was very kind of her, am I allowed to know what it's flavoured like? Will it make you taste like that, Vanny?" Biting at his daughter and pretending to sniff and make noises like he was going to eat her, making her squeal as she shook her head, sending her blonde hair flying.

"Nooooo! It only flavours what it's on, silly!" Giggling wildly, William pretended to hum in thought before he looked at you.

Carefully, he leaned in and kissed you, making you smile into it as he pulled back, his lips faintly tinted pink from the transfer as he smacked his lips together.

"Hm...Cherry, I like cherry a lot." Leaning in for another kiss, he smiled at you as Vanessa squealed at the fact her dad and his girlfriend were kissing in front of her.

"Ewww! Dad!"

"What? Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend? I thought you were supposed to!" He protested with a laugh as Vanessa made a cutely scrunched up face.

"Cooties dad, do grown-ups not know anything?"

You both looked at her before bursting out laughing, shaking your head as William wrapped his spare arm around you and held you close, rubbing up and down your back affectionately as you pressed into his side. Raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him, grinning so widely that you felt your cheeks hurting.

"Did you know you could get cooties off of me?" You asked, making William chuckle as he squeezed you into him, kissing the top of your head and gently trying to unstick your hair from the remains of the lipgloss transfer.

"Well, aside from apparently eating your hair, I don't mind getting cooties from you." Grinning as you reached up to help release him from a common girl problem, standing slightly on your toes to kiss him again, much to Vanessa's protest about giving each other cooties.

After a shower to get rid of the make-up and getting changed into pyjamas, or rather William's borrowed clothes, and eating the delicious dinner he made that evening. You had enjoyed sitting at the dinner table together, Vanessa made conversations interesting and William often had to remind her to actually eat what was put in front of her rather than talk over it, and William had snuck kisses and held your hand under the table for most of the evening.

But as you finished putting up the last of the dishes and headed upstairs, you found him asleep on his large bed, the covers dishevelled with a book across his broad chest. Glasses pushed up off his face, mouth open and snoring lightly as he had one arm wrapped around Vanessa, curled into his side and drooling over his t-shirt as she was clearly exhausted. You couldn't help but smile at the scene, thinking of how cute they looked curled up together, William clearly having fallen asleep telling Vanny a bedtime story that she was probably a little old for, but you knew she would appreciate the memories later, despite how many protests you were sure that had been uttered at being read books by her old man.

Picking up the book and marking the page carefully, you reached up and took William's glasses from his head. Climbing in on the other side of Vanessa and reaching to turn off the bedside lamp so that only the ambient light let you see where you could slot in and find room on your side of the bed.

As you settled down, William seemed to sense you and reached out his hand, still half-asleep as you gently took ahold of it and stroked over his rough knuckles reasssuringly. Holding hands as his daughter was sandwiched lightly between the two of you, Vanessa mumbling in her sleep and turning over, allowing William to shift onto his side as he blearily opened his eyes and strained to see you in the dark.

"I love you, bunny. Thank you for making today special for Vanny today." His voice gravelly and rough, making a noise of contentment as you gently reached over the blonde head between you and kissed him.

"I love you too William, and it's really no trouble. Go back to sleep, love." You encouraged, hearing the gentle sigh of his breath as he held onto your hand tighter before he was soon snoring again. Making you smile and shake your head slightly, bending your head and kissing Vanessa's head gently too, the gesture feeling natural to you as the child stirred.

"Miss..." She called your name sleepily as you pulled away from the affectionate gesture.

"Yes Vanny?"

"....I love you too...Please...will you stay with my dad?" The sleepy voice whispered, William oblivious to it as he continued to sleep. You felt your eyes welling up with tears as you nodded despite the fact you weren't sure her eyes ever opened. Trying to stop yourself from crying happily as you slipped one arm under her and cradled her gently against you, kissing her head again.

"I love you too, Vanny...And I'll stay as long as your dad wants me here. Even if I go to my flat, here with your dad and you will always be home." You assured, feeling her small arms wrap around you and hold on as she drifted back off to sleep, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

You closed your eyes too, swallowing hard as you tried not to cry at the overwhelming feeling of being so loved. And you fell asleep together, the first time as the unofficial Afton family.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Also, before going to Sweden (when William said I miss you), did they have flirty exchange before meeting up in real life? And after, when Loren will be back in Toronto before William, will they participate in some good ol’ phone sex? Or send some pics?

Thanks Nonnie - The pre-Sweden exchanges are more William and Loren reconnecting - mostly William sending her little messages to let her know that he's thinking about her. That he's excited for her to come and see him in his beloved Stockholm. The post-Sweden exchanges kind of led me to outline pretty much a full blurb. Forgive me, I did this on the fly and haven't proofread it really - I hope the essence still comes through.

18+ under the Cut

"Text me when you get home, okay? Don't drive if you're too tired...get an Uber or something. Promise?" William asked.

It actually made William feel good to verbally dote on Loren. Half-way through an unexpected back-to-back 18-hour shift due to lack of staffing at the group home, William was trying to make sure Loren got home safely, even if he was still in Stockholm while doing so.

William could hear Loren smile in her voice. "I promise I will text you as soon as I'm in the driveway."

"Not in the driveway - fully in your house, with the doors locked, all the closets checked and under you bed too."

"Now you're freaking me out," she chuckled softly, with a mix of appreciation and admiration for him being so protective of her. "But yes, I will go through the house and let you know it's all clear. It'll be well after midnight though, my time - I don't think you'll be awake."

There was a slight pause - neither of them wanted to hang up.

Loren sighed. No offence to those she supported, but she's much rather be back in Sweden, stroking William's chest hair. "Okay, William - get some sleep...what time are you teeing off tomorrow?" "Sort of early - 9:30."

William hesitated for another moment, trying to think of a way to keep her on the line just a little longer.

"I'm lonely - I wish you were still here. It's not as easy to get to sleep," William said softly. Loren blushed as her heart soared. "Why - because I bored you so much with my long-winded stories?" Loren laughed, realizing quickly that maybe it wasn't the best time to joke since William was having a moment.

William chuckled. "Fuck....nothing you did to me before bed was even close to boring."

"I wish I could talk you through what I would do to make you sleepy. But I'm feeding Jack right now and G-A-R-Y can hear me."

Gary rolled his eyes at he sat in his chair by the television and spoke in his usual slower drawl. "I can spell y'know. Can you make me my tea?" "Please and thank-you," Loren reminded him.

Hearing William's notorious chuckle at the other end made her chest ache with how much she missed him. "I better go. Try and get some rest, okay?" "Make sure you text me - what you should be pulling in around what - just after midnight, so just after 6am here, right?" "That's right and I promise, I will text. Goodnight, William." "Night Loren. Be safe, ok?"

William's thumb hovered over the screen, finally tapping the end call icon when he accepted his fate - lying in bed and missing Loren. She had been gone for just over a week - the days flew by but the evenings, once he was back at his place and in bed, dragged on. The need that he wanted to have fulfilled could only be satisfied by Loren, and he ached to feel her body next to him. He swiped through pictures that he took of Loren in Monaco, looking for the set of her in a red bikini when a text message appeared from Loren.

If I was there, I would be loving on Cowboy Bill - just like the night before I left.

William laughed at the reference - a name Loren gave his appendage one night after she swore she could not get enough of riding him. God, she made him laugh...especially when things like that roll off of her tongue. He then suddenly remembered the keepsake he made of their last evening in Sweden. It was one of the most incredible experiences of William's romantic life which he just happened to record (with her permission of course). He clicked on the file on his phone, and the still image that appeared at the start of the video quickly refreshed William's memory of his last night with Loren.

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The idea of Loren giving William a cock massage came to her while her mind idled as she packed her suitcase. After a quick online search, it turns out, she had all the right ideas in her head, despite never having done it before. After their guests had left, the lake house was solely theirs for the last night of Loren's stay. She had prepared the bed as the focal point of their sanctuary for the night. Fresh cotton linens with a hint of lavender essence covered the mattress and pillows. Fluffy towels were folded neatly on a chair at the foot of the bed. Loren had found a stash of candles and strategically placed them throughout the room, lighting them just before William walked in.

Once he appeared at the doorway, he grinned at Loren first with surprise and then with adoration.

After several long and passionate kisses, Loren gently removed all of William's clothing and instructed him to lie on his back on the bed. She softly explained a few additional instructions, and then had him lay on his stomach for a full body massage.

William moaned in total relaxation as Loren smoothed her hands all over William's well oiled body.

After several minutes, she had William turn onto his back. Sitting upright, Loren positioned herself between his thighs as she continued to massage his upper thighs, towards his balls.

William was half out of it, but he managed to ask Loren if she could take a video of what she was doing. She looked breathtaking in her scalloped bra and g-string panties and he was desperate to keep this moment in his phone.

Loren set up William's cell on the nightstand, the camera capturing her full frontal, adjusting from William's POV.

When she first began slowly stroking his shaft, she lightly kissed the glistening head of his penis.

Then she began to softly worship Cowboy Bill verbally as she stroked and smoothed her hands over his pelvis and genitals. Her words followed, softly flowing from her mouth in a meditative and hypnotic rhythm. "You're so good to me - you make me feel so good." "You are the most perfect cock I have ever seen." "God - your long, thick shaft is so amazing."

No one had ever treated him this way before, with such complete and undivided attention. In that moment, her words and her touch brought such intense pleasure to William that it truly felt spiritual.

Every minute and every step of the massage transcended the previous one. Her voice guided him to communicate his likes and dislikes, his body floating further into the state of bliss.

After almost an hour of Loren's worship, William erupted. Loren remained sitting between his legs, watching William float back down before cleaning up the long ribbons of cum that were shot up her forearm and on William's pelvis. She turned off the recording and set the phone face down on the nightstand. William couldn't think of the exact words that he wanted to say, but he brought Loren in as close as he could against him, whispering how incredible that he felt. That's was all he could muster in that moment. ◈◈◈

William had already achieved the desired outcome long before the video ended, leaving him tired and ready for sleep.

He sent one last message to Loren.

I watched that video we made - worked like a charm. Cowboy Bill says Goodnight 🍆👄😘

[wolven91]

A Happy, Imperfect Life

William sighed as he woke. Rain drummed on the slanted windows above his head, it was a steady, hard rain. The water that constantly sluiced off the window promised it was going to be a wet day, all day.

Thankfully, there was no need to leave his apartment. No job to go to, no bills to pay. One of the joys of being amongst the stars and being a member of an endangered species, meant that William had been offered a place of his own as soon as the settlement had been opened. A year later and his little slice of life had taken on his personality. Posters of alien films that he'd enjoyed, hard copies of their music were stacked in a ramshackle pile near the music player.

But William's favourite part of his home, was his bed. Designed for an ursidain, it was massive. Ursidains were usually over twice the height of a full-grown human, so length ways he had to scoot on his ass for several lengths before escaping via the bottom and with the giant bear-like creatures being so large, both in width and mass, the comparatively tiny human could roll sideways several times either way before falling off the bed.

It all meant that each night, William slept in an expanse of soft, cushioned heaven that he had only dreamed off back on Earth.

A small smile graced his face as he considered it all. He missed his family, that wasn't ever really going to heal completely, but their painful memory had at least scabbed over. Every now and then something would catch it and the pain of their loss would flair, but he was at least coming to accept that whilst unfair, his life wasn't over just because theirs were.

The sound of a tongue licking a muzzle with a half-asleep growl came from below his chin. Glancing down, William couldn't help but smirk at Torri's leather nose sticking out from beneath the massive blanket. Any time the blanket fell, and William was exposed to the cold, he'd need to wake Torri just so the canid could grab the blanket and pull it back into place. So much material to cover the expansive mattress made it quite heavy, more so than what William could leverage when laying down.

Torri, a male canid, was half asleep and laying on top of William. His head was resting on the man's torso, the size difference meaning that it alone was enough to cover him from hip to just below his collarbone. The canid's shoulders pressed the human's hips into the mattress and the arms were raised up, either side of the human. William's legs were splayed apart but hugging the canid's torso on either side. They weren't long enough to reach the canid's hips. The human was totally pinned. He may have been able to wiggle free by climbing up the bed, but these kinds of mornings were his favourite.

Canids ran hot, heating the human and with the weather so awful outside, the gentle warmth was bliss. There was only one problem, highlighted when the canid opened one eye and rolled his head upright, his furry jaw pressing into William's stomach.

"Oh! Careful, you're right on my bladder."

Wrong thing to say, the canid grinned wickedly and deliberately pressed down resulting in William scrabbling at the canid's head while complaining. Thankfully the creature stopped and raised himself on his arms before crawling up the bed, easily straddling the human.

"I'm cold now." Pouted William, up at Torri who smirked down whilst gently shaking his head in humorous disbelief. The canid leant down and placed a gentle kiss against the human's lips. William returned the kiss, stroking gentle fingers through the fine, if messy fur along the canid's jawline. They stayed there, enjoying tasting one another.

"Such cruelty I subject you to. I'm sure to lose my job."

"Definitely. I need the loo though, and you need to brush your teeth. Dog breath." William ribbed at the canid while rolling to one side, intending on leaving the bed.

"'Dog'? The little yappy things you showed me? If you're calling me a feral, I can show you feral..."

"Don't you da-ACK!" The human's words were cut off as the canid easily snatched the human up, bringing him back to the centre of the bed with ease. It was always humbling to be shown just how outclassed humanity was on the strength scale. Aside from the races that were smaller than humanity, the rest, the vast majority of the various species, were all stronger and all larger.

It was hard to accept that even if one devoted themselves to being the strongest fighter, the strongest human alive, it only meant that they might be on par with an average member of the larger species. Torri was a canid. The soldiers of The Galactic Community. They were feared by the established species as the boogeymen that came to correct any person, city, planet, or system that strayed too far from The Community's goals. Canids counted in the trillions and each and every one of them had all the equipment of a werewolf of yore.

Claws and teeth. Deadly, strong, fast, incredible trackers and fighters. They hit hard, healed rapidly, and worked with one another with such efficiency it bordered on telepathy. Trillions of canids.

Humans counted in the millions. Not on the planet, in the whole galaxy; a handful of millions. Fighting The Galactic Community wasn't an option. Fighting anyone wasn't an option. A lone human would be taken out in seconds. Even if every human moved as one, the sheer numbers of only one of the other species would overwhelm them, let alone the sixteen member species of The Community and the unknown others.

And what would humanity fight for? Earth didn't exist anymore. William had seen the Sol System with his own eyes. Where 'Earth' had been, was dust. Not even rocks remained. It was... hard... to accept that all humanity's culture and history was gone. Cave paintings from the first human-like creature were just memories. But all was not lost. There was no 'bad guy', no one vocally wanting humanity's destruction. The Community claimed what happened was a horrible accident. An event that nobody could have predicated or stopped beforehand. Whether that was true? Well... that was above William's paygrade. All he knew was that humans were adored by all sixteen races, they were the favourites.

Currently, William's concern was the massive, broad, vengeful tongue that was being slapped and wiped across his face. He brought his arms up to defend himself, shouting and crying out, although his laughter undercut any concerns that he was serious. The canid merely continued, forearms, cheeks, forehead, ears, exposed lips. All were open for him to 'attack' until Torri was satisfied. The human was panting, while wiping his face clear of drool and slobber in the calm that followed.

"Gross!!"

"Don't call me a 'dog' then. Although, that was fun, and you taste good..." Torri drew the last word out into a growl before lowering his head against and pushing his snout into the crux of William's neck and shoulder much to the human's 'squeaking'. Teeth nipped and nibbled until the human was able to extract himself from the canid's assault.

A few minutes later and the mood had changed significantly. The canid was holding his arms crossed, blocking the bathroom door, preventing William from leaving.

"You said you wanted to clean your teeth and you absolutely need to." Torri pointed out, glaring down at the human, pointing with a claw before recrossing his arms. This was the same look Torri gave anyone that he wanted to leave him alone when guarding somewhere, yet the human remained defiant.

"Brush. I want to 'brush' my teeth." William pointed out, emphasizing the point, whilst holding the still squirming creature between two fingers.

"That's inefficient and 'gross' as you say."

"I'm not sticking a bug in my mouth!"

"It's not a bug, it's a type of shrimp and it's how everyone keeps their teeth clean." Torri explained with the air of explaining that water was indeed wet.

"I'm not-" The human's words were lost as the canid, with frightening speed, reached forwards with one hand, and held the human's jaw in one hand, holding his teeth apart through his cheeks, then Torri, using his free arm, merely grabbed William's forearm and brought the squirming creature to his lips. Before William could react, the shrimp had pulled itself into the human's mouth and begun its work. The canid merely clamped his now free hand over the human's mouth with a bemused expression while William squirmed and screwed up his face, feeling the thing writhe and move.

"Don't swallow it. Never eat a dental shrimp." The canid explained while watching the human's face. Within ten seconds, William could feel the shrimp attempting to crawl back out through his lips, where the canid finally released him. The canid didn't bother trying to pluck the dental shrimp from the human's lips. Canids didn't have that kind of dexterity and would more likely leave William with at least a cut. Instead, the solider merely took a step back while William instinctively spat the tiny creature on to the floor whilst trying not to gip.

"There; you see?" Torri bent down and plucked the creature from the floor, before throwing it into the jar of green liquid kept by the bathroom sink with others of its kind. "All clean!"

William frowned, and hated the fact that when he ran a tongue over and along his teeth, they felt like he had just come from the dentist after a clean and polish. Better than what he could have done...

The various worlds and cultures amongst the stars had an infinite array of treasures to behold. They were post-scarcity societies. There were countless wonders that blew Willaim away like every time he got to see space stations the size of moons float through the sky. Then, there were the culture shocks. Reminders that this wasn't Earth, that it wasn't sanitised or what was expected on Earth.

The mere act of 'brushing' one's teeth was seen as primitive and disgusting. Whereas using a symbiotic creature to accomplish the same goal was completely normal. The human breathed in deep and calmed himself. When in Rome... He considered the event in a positive light, letting more of his standards from Earth slip further away.

"It's... kind of minty..?" He admitted honestly.

"That's the way! Now... the truly hard task of deciding what to do today. We could sit on the sofa and watch the new show or lay in bed and watch the new show."

"New show?"

"Aw! I forgot to tell you! They found a 'lapped top'! It's human and they put the show onto the data net. I don't know if you know it or not, you said that there were enough films not everyone had seen everything?" Torri explained, walking back into the living area.

"Do you know what it's called?" William asked, eyeing the squirming shrimp before turning off the bathroom light.

"Something like The Blue Extended Ring Lords? I'm not remembering it right, but it's something like that."

The human paused, before letting hope bloom inside of him. Torri had no idea what he was suggesting. William had to admit, the pros outweighed the cons with living with aliens sometimes. As he watched Torri create a nest on the sofa before patting the space between his legs for William to join him, the human gave a contented grin.

Life could still be good. 

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: [Mad Love] Chapter 23

Chapter 22

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(Alfons' POV)

At the appointed time, Councilor Gore appeared, holding an invitation from the fake Privy Council.

Before me, the "guard."

Alfons: Welcome.

Gore: Ah.

Humans usually don't pay much attention to those they deem unimportant.

(The proof is that even this cunning and sly councilor,)

(With just a little guard-like decoration as camouflage,)

(Doesn't even doubt the identity of the person in front of him.)

Alfons: This way, please.

I open the door for the councilor, and he passes in front of me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As we pass each other, I reach out to his nape, and the sensation makes Councilor Gore turn his gaze back.

Gore: ... What is it?

Alfons: Excuse me... there's an insect on you, may I brush it off?

Gore: Ah... go ahead.

I gently brush the nape of his neck, visible from his high-quality suit.

Alfons: "The esteemed members of the Privy Council are waiting for you."

Alfons: ––There, it's gone.

Alfons: Tonight is a wonderful banquet to celebrate your "purification" achievements. Please enjoy the delicious feast.

Gore: Haha, I'm looking forward to it.

This man's eyes no longer see the truth.

Until the curtain falls on his life.

-

(Back to Kate's POV)

Tonight, there is no one in the palace except Crown.

Not even the aides or nobles, nor the guards who should be protecting this place.

Victor has pulled some strings to make it off-limits until dawn.

(It's so quiet, it's almost scary...)

The silence fills the entire palace, so much so that I think this must be the first time in history...

And within that silence, the sound of two pairs of footsteps approaches.

(They're here...)

Alfons: This way, please.

Councilor Gore shows up in the dining hall, showing no sign of sensing anything unusual in this silence.

(Thank goodness... Alfons seems to be unharmed.)

I'm relieved that he brought the councilor here safely.

William, Victor, and Lord Elbert are sitting imposingly at the dining table, and I'm also nervously taking my seat.

I was told I could wait in the next room, but... I couldn't just be a spectator from a distance.

Victor: Thank you for coming, Councilor Gore.

Gore: Thank you for the invitation.

Councilor Gore bows respectfully and takes a seat at the guest table.

(In his eyes, the Crown members here are reflected as the elders of the Privy Council...)

It seemed pitiful that he was the only one in this room who didn't understand that his life was in the hands of the Crown, whom he had considered his enemy---,

A mountain of corpses from the orphanage, piled up like a black mountain.

People of the East End falling to knives swung indiscriminately.

Even using small children to try and set fire to the docklands.

Thinking of the atrocities carried out under his direction, I couldn't bring myself to sympathize.

Elbert: ... I apologize for not being able to respond to your request.

Gore: No, not at all. I know you are all very busy.

William: Tonight's banquet is to deepen our friendship with you.

William: Please enjoy yourself to the fullest.

Gore: I will do so.

Alfons: ......

Alfons, standing guard before the door, signals the start of the "banquet."

William: A toast, to begin with.

At his cue, Ellis, disguised as a waiter, brings in the aperitifs.

Ellis: Here you are.

Gore: Ah, thank you.

Councilman Gore accepts a glass from the silver tray offered by Ellis, who smiles faintly.

(In that glass...)

There's a fast-acting poison.

William, who decided on poisoning to avoid bloodshed in the palace, gives a chilling smile.

-I couldn't tell if it was sensible or immoral.

But one thing was certain: their "evil," with its unwavering determination to never let him leave alive, filled the dining room.

People are being killed right in front of me.

The fear of that still wells up inside me.

But I didn't look away.

(Alfons, who laughs that reality doesn't matter,)

(As a member of Crown, he's sure to subdue the source of the tragedy...)

Because it holds the same meaning as what he does in the city at night.

William: Now then -- cheers.

Councilor Gore -- right before our eyes, he drank the poisoned champagne and died on the spot.

-

Victor and William seem to be taking care of the governor's body in secret, and the two of them stayed behind at the palace.

Ellis said he had a job that Jude asked him to finish by tonight and disappeared into the darkness.

And then---

Alfons: Well, now that our mission is over...

As I went outside the palace with Elbert and Alfons, grey eyes caught mine in a bewitching invitation.

Alfons: Shall we go on a date, Kate?

--CHOICES--

What are you talking about?

It's very Alfons

Are you sure?

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Kate: Are you sure about this?

I blink at the sudden change of pace...

Alfons: Don't you want to? A date.

Kate: Well, that's...

Just a moment ago, I witnessed someone being killed.

And at the same time, it means that the series of "purification" incidents have been resolved.

(I want to say I'm glad, but I can't bring myself to say it.)

(Before I can even process it, a date...?)

Elbert: ...I think I'll head back to the castle.

Elbert: Have fun.

Elbert coughs softly and looks at us with a somewhat amused smile.

Kate: E-Elbert, too...?

Alfons: Come on, come on, let's go.

He puts his arm around my shoulder a little forcefully--and I, being slow, finally realize.

(Could this be...again?)

(Is he making such an absurd proposal so that I don't suffer any unnecessary anguish...?)

I glance at Alfons next to me.

Alfons: ...? What is it?

(...Oh dear.)

(He's really a troublesome person.)

Kate: If it's a wholesome date, then by all means.

Alfons: Ah ha! There's no such thing as a wholesome date at this late hour, is there?

That's right, this time before dawn is when he enjoys his nightlife--his "rotten private life."

(But...)

Kate: You want me to teach you how to love properly, right?

Kate: Tonight, I'll decide where we go and what we do.

Alfons: I see, that's an interesting idea.

Elbert: Be careful you two...Al, make sure you come back.

Kate: Leave it to me, Elbert. I'll drag him back even if I have to.

Elbert: ...Mm, thank you.

Alfons: Hey hey, don't gang up on me based on your troublesome trauma.

Alfons: Come on, Kate, let's go.

Alfons beckons me to the long night that is about to begin.

The mission was completed without incident, and Alfons wasn't going to try to die again--

Kate: Okay!

I smiled and put my hand on his.

--Unaware of the footsteps creeping up on us.

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(Alfons' POV)

The girl who boasted of a "wholesome date" lived up to her word, walking side by side through a park, and proudly declared that she knew of a sweets shop that was open late at night.

Kate: I'll go buy some. Wait here a moment.

Alfons: Alright, alright.

I watch her back as she runs off with a smile.

Alfons: ..."Love is something you give without expecting anything in return"...was that it?

I suddenly remembered a sermon or something I'd heard somewhere.

Alfons: Proper love...you must be talking about Kate's love, right?

I had thought it was something far removed from me, but when I tried to accept it head-on, it was so dazzling that it was too much for me to handle.

???: --Hey.

I turned around at the voice to see a man standing there.

A man I'd never seen before.

But his hostile expression was enough to figure out the situation.

Man: Tonight, Councilor Gore was supposed to be invited to the Privy Council at the palace...but you're the only ones who came out of the palace.

Man: On top of that...several of my comrades from the Purification Club have gone missing.

The man's identity was as I expected, a boring one with no surprises.

Alfons: Ah...are you an associate of Councilor Gore or something?

With a gentle smile, he pulls off his black leather gloves, fingertip first.

Alfons: The bugs like you that were swarming around the palace should have been exterminated by William and the others...

Alfons: Did they miss one?

Alfons: Or perhaps you were deemed harmless and left alone?

Man: What are you talking about...? Where did you take the councilman? Who are you people...?

Man: Why are you targeting us!?

Alfons: You ask a lot of questions.

The man's eyes are bloodshot, a mix of murderous intent and fear.

His hands are still in his pockets.

(A knife? No, a coward like this probably has a gun.)

Alfons: Because... if you look back on what you've done, isn't this your own fault?

Man: We were just getting rid of the slum people who were disturbing the social order!

Man: You guys too... If you're saying you're killing us because we're in the way, you're the same as us!

Man: If that's the case... you have no complaints about being killed too, right?

At the same time as the bark, a gun is drawn from the man's pocket.

I almost yawn at this predictable, boring turn of events.

Alfons: Indeed, if the unilateral taking of life is to be condemned as evil, then we are no different from you.

Alfons: But—so what?

Alfons: We impose selfish evil on each other, and the survivor claims justice.

Alfons: Isn't that how the world works?

Man: Then we'll kill you—and we'll become justice!

(Ah, how troublesome.)

This is a common, worn-out scene that I've seen countless times since I started working for "Crown."

I'm in a world where it wouldn't be surprising if I were killed tomorrow out of spite.

I thought it was fine, and I don't know how many times I've thought about just disappearing like this.

(A person who is in this situation, despite carrying the fate of being forgotten in death...)

(I'm starting to think it's really foolish to try to love each other properly.)

It should have been the most unpleasant turn of events to use this curse, which is perfect for turning someone's life into a tragedy, to create another tragedy.

(Happiness that will one day turn to tragedy...)

(What's the point of giving such a thing?)

The warmer the memories, the greater the disappointment at their loss.

It is precisely because there is such a thing as love that we despair when we lose it.

(Wouldn't it be much more accurate to say that I loved her properly if I were killed here and now?)

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Mad Love Chapter 24

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[pastelalleycat]

Like its predecessor, the Illumination movie Sing 2 features sideplots with its deurotagonists that revolve around and eventually assimilate into the central story (putting on the in-movie musical Out of This World). Now, I love Sing 2. Despite a shaky first act, it has an incredible finale that hits almost every chord right. But there's a part of the movie I haven't seen anyone complain about (besides me, in YouTube comment sections) and I really think it needs to be addressed. It hasn't left my head since the movie came out and it still really rubs me the wrong way.

...that part is Darius, okay? I hate Darius.

Please hear me out.

In Meena's sideplot she has to kiss someone on stage for her song, but not having had her first kiss yet, she feels incredibly nervous about it. Buster Moon tells her not to worry, because he thinks he's got the perfect guy to pair with her. In comes the new hire, an acclaimed Broadway-equivalent actor sure to sweep her off her feet.

Darius is a girl's stereotypical first date: charismatic, moody, a little ditzy, very romantic. He doesn't make the best impression with either Meena or Buster, but especially with Meena; he gloats about the success of his previous show, only after doing so addressing he's been told about Meena's nerves- forgetting her name in the process.

When Meena tries to correct Darius ("it's Meena, not Gina"), he asks her not to interrupt him in the future instead of accepting the criticism. Meena's ears are pulled close to her face, a behavior carried over from the first film that she does when feeling very shy and guarded.

Their initial rehearsal doesn't go well, with Darius initiating unwanted physical contact with Meena. The chemistry is very clearly not working, and everyone can see it, but they assume it's just a rocky start.

This is where the problems really begin.

A phrase that's frequently thrown around with Darius and Meena is "find the feeling". Miss Crawly says it (in essence, at least) over her megaphone to try to get the co-stars in line, but Darius is by far the one who uses it the most. It's not a comforting statement, it's not a "let's work this out", it's a demand- because if the chemistry isn't there when the curtains go up, Darius's reputation could be affected. (Meena's as well, but he's not concerned about that.)

Meena runs outside to get some fresh air and meets Alphonso- voiced rather impressively by Pharrell Williams, as a sidenote- and it's not only love at first sight, perhaps her first real crush even, but the antithesis of everything Darius is. Sweet, non-judgemental, genuinely appreciative.

It was at this point, watching the movie for the first time, that I guessed how Meena's story would wrap up. She'd tell Buster she was uncomfortable, Darius would get kicked to the curb, and they'd hire Alfonso to star alongside her. Happy ending. (If only Alfonso could sing, but we never get any indication he has talent or experience, just that Meena imagines so.)

Well, Meena tells Buster no less than twice through the subplot that she's uncomfortable with Darius. Instead of letting her explain and listening to her concerns, he quickly tells her she has to stay with him for the act. The anxiety and stress and Darius's smartassery just keep building until the actual performance.

Darius asks her one last time, desperately, still calling her Gina, to "find the feeling".

She imagines Alphonso.

And she does it.

And that's, apparently, the victory the story was looking for. Darius goes with the rest of the cast on the big tour, Meena gets Alphonso's number so she can FaceTime him every now and then, and everyone's okay with how the stars aligned.

But me? God, I'm not. The fact that Darius recieved zero backlash (as far as I know), that his stuck-up behavior was treated as cute and quirky by the fanbase, infuriates me. I rarely get infuriated by cartoons, but this, as an AFAB person who was groomed online, is something I absolutely can't stand. Darius is treated as a comedic figure, and yes, it's "just" a kiss, but his behavior is far from funny, and a first kiss that goes anything like this is far from inconsequential.

Meena should never have been pushed to the point of needing to imagine someone in Darius's place in order to play her role. She should never have been forced to act with, much less kiss, him at all. It reminds me, tragically, of how people in situations of continued distress will imagine themselves in a better place to help them get through it. How a young girl, if she's attracted to boys or raised to assume such, may assume she must always be willing to please her boyfriend before taking her own needs into account.

Meena deserved so much better in Sing 2. She needed Buster to listen to her, Rosita to give her candy from her purse, Johnny to give her a hug, Günter to make her laugh. She needed a community. The kids watching her did, too. And the film didn't give them that dignity.

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

dad, I missed you (mom, I missed you)

that cute "feels so good" sound (pink drink, I really want to try it)

hugs in bed are the same as after joob’s funeral

part 3/4 damn music from vice versa! aof, fuck, just admit everything already!

we got lost (and found our local glasshouse)

bonfires and songs with guitar

return of shirts (and they smell like each other. what could be more erotic)

interrupted kiss (okay, not because of bad breath)

the description of the sky is worthy of rawi’s palette the guys were right, this damn miss universe appeared before our eyes. lord, I'm not completely alive, monica. what about you? you know, maybe sea didn’t lie, and the remaining episodes won’t be sad even despite the breakup, bc the worst and most expected has already happened, and then everything will go easier. william's song brought me to tears, it's beautiful! and I liked day's version. its so romantic. but, forgive me, the bed scene could have been much better, the angles and amount of blur didn’t turn out very well, and, tbh, I expected more tactility from day, so that he could study mork’s body with his hands. it was so important to him, but they showed it to us very quickly and didn’t spend enough time on it. but I really liked that they were presented as switch, moving away from the nightmare clichés, it's great. the scene on the mountain is the pinnacle of it all, and lord knows the boys pulled it off superbly. it was so emotional. I crumbled like sand and don’t know how I’ll recover by next week. monica, share your brainrot, I’m sure I missed everything possible bc I was so busy in the bed scene.

SORRY PINKYBRAIN IM AFRAID IM GONNA BE COMPLETELY USELESS THIS TIME AROUND I SWEAR I EVEN TRIED TO REWATCH THE EPISODE TO PICK UP MORE PARALLELS BUT I ONLY ENDED UP SOBBING ON THE FLOOR WHILE CLUTCHING A BUNCH OF SCREENSHOTS TO MY CHEST

and you've already pointed out all of these moments but allow me to put them side by side anyway because!!!!!!!

[CHANTS] COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS PORTRAYED BY THE MOST COMFORT BOYS JUST SO COMFORT SHAPED COMFORT SHIPS!!!!!!!!!

and even if these two moments can’t really be compared THEY INVENTED EMOTIONAL FOREHEAD TOUCHES TOO!!!!!!!!

my personal emotional devastation aside, tho, i do think there are some parallels to be drawn between episode 9 of vice versa and episode 9 of last twilight, between puen on an island finally accepting his life in the original universe and by the end "gaining sight" on who talay really is, and day on a mountain finally accepting going blind and having his last sight being mork. i also think it's interesting that in last twilight (the ost) at one point there's the line "my heart cherishes the memory of us" while in vice versa the very last line of friend credits' second movie is "though we aren't together tomorrow, you're always here in my memories". like idk if it's a reach but both shows are about seeing when you can't really see (not just in the literal physical sense) and acceptance and carrying this love that helped you through it all with you and i just think someone with a brain activity currently higher than my own could make some connections!!!!!!!!

i personally did like the sex scene (i've talked about it here a little if you're interested), but i think i also get what you mean. if it were for me we would definitely have gotten a 17 minutes long one take focused on day's hands as he traced every part of mork's body starting from his face and slowly making his way down to his feet. but at the same time i wonder if it would have made sense for their first time. i feel like day was already so preoccupied with his sight being almost gone that what he needed in that moment was to get lost in the feelings rather than commit mork's body to memory. and who knows, last twilight has already broken p’aof’s habit of having only a couple of kisses in his shows, maybe it will make him give us another intimate scene too!!!

[killmongerskeepermain]

I Got You // Riri Williams

Request: Can I get some Riri Fluff? Pretty please with a cherry on top. - Anonymous

Summary: You’ve been plagued with nightmares ever since the princess of Wakanda came to your dorm in search of your roommate who indirectly got herself in some trouble. You go to the library to clear your head to sort your feelings for her not knowing she feels the same.

Pairing: Riri Williams x Ex-Avenger!Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff // PTSD // Violence // Wakanda Forever Spoilers //

Word Count: 1.2k

The rain hitting your window was enough to lull you to sleep a couple of hours ago. It was a Friday night and you finally got to rest after a hectic week of projects, papers and exams. That was until you began tossing and turning. The nightmares that plagued you started to become too much and you could barely sleep these days. Its nothing you are not used to. Being an ex-Avenger and all. But after all the shit you and your roommate turned best friend went through last month, shit was tough. The Fishman Namor was out to kill her. You got kidnapped and taken to an underwater kingdom. You helped Wakanda fight. So much had happened and you couldn't shake the thoughts of all the what ifs running through your mind. The nightmare was an occurring one. He had gotten his wish. When he attacked the throne room the queen died but so did she. You woke up in a silent sob as you did for the past week and sat in your bed for a couple of minutes, watching her. She slept peacefully and you let a small smile appear on your lips before quietly throwing on some clothes and pulling your braids through the back of your cap. As you went for the door you heard her shuffle and turned to see her looking up at you.

"Girl it's, 12:30. Where the hell are you going?" She questioned and you grabbed a notebook and your umbrella.

"Library's open till 3. Go back to sleep, I'll be back." You shut the door before she had a chance to say anything else and made your way to the library. It was usually quiet and the place you went to in order to clear your head. Finding an empty table you let out a long sigh with your head in your hands. You wouldn't have this problem if Shuri didn't help you realize your feelings for Riri.

You watched her as she worked on her Ironheart suit and found yourself in a trance. She worked intensively with "Alone" by Burna Boy playing in her airpods as you prepared the weapons you were going to have on your person. The Avenger in you refused to back down from this fight. You had found a friend in Riri when the two of you met freshman year. She was a genius and you were a book nerd. A year after knowing her, you confided to her that you used to be an Avenger. Trained under Natasha and Steve, more so Black Widow and Captain America. The two have since passed but you remember the skills they passed onto you while under their teachings. She still accepted you and you vowed to rough up anyone who gave her problems. You felt a light tap on your shoulder and turned to see the princess. She gave you a small smile before looking at your weapon and suit designs.

"That looks brilliant. Are you sure she's the only genius between you two?" She laughed and you gave a soft chuckle.

"She's the brains, I'm the brawn." You told her and she looked over at the girl.

"She's the reason you're fighting right? To protect her." She said as you added the finishing touch to your suit. "Yeah I guess you can say that."

"So when are you going to tell her about your feelings for her?" She continued and you froze. Had you been that obvious? Your eyes found the princesses curious orbs and you let a laugh leave you. "It wasn't that hard to see. Even for an ex-avenger, you've slipped up a couple of times.

"Never. She's better off not knowing." You replied and she sat down next to you. "I'm an ex-Avenger. I have enemies out there and I can't risk her getting hurt." You looked down at your designs as if there was something else to be done. Just to get out of this conversation.

"And yet she's going into a fight with a mutant merman who wants to kill her." She laughed and your shoulders shook as you couldn't hide your own laughter.

"You're right. But I'll keep my secret until the time is right." You mumbled and she nodded.

You didn't even know you had let a tear roll down your cheek as the memory played in your head, clear as day. A hand landed on your shoulder and you turned to see Riri standing next to you with concern on her face. You couldn't even take the time to wipe your face as she pulled a chair next to you and did it for you.

"What's got you all upset ma?" She asked and you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You were really trying to hold it together and Riri could see that written all over your face. She grabbed the back of your head, bringing you to hide in the crook of her neck breaking the dam. You silently cried into her shoulder and she rubbed your back with her other hand. She held you until you stopped shaking and your sobs turned into small sniffles. She slowly pulled you up before swiping her thumbs under your eyes. "Talk to me Y/N."

"I've been having nightmares. They all end the same, I lost you. After the whole Namor thing, I just. I can't help but think he's still got it out for you. It scared me when you were in danger and it still scares me now." You mumbled not meeting her gaze and she remained silent. Urging you to continue before you took a deep breath. "So many what ifs running through my head and I can't get it to stop. If something happens to you, I won't be able to forgive myself. Ex-Avenger or not, I still care about you." You cautiously glanced up to meet her eyes and she leaned a bit closer.

"Yeah I know I should be used to stuff like this. But it is different because it's you and I care about you and your safety. You're this amazing person who doesn't nothing but help people and I love that about you." The word slipped out before you could stop yourself and you suddenly felt the need to go hide under your sheets. She noticed your sudden nervousness before grabbing your face to make you look at her.

"I love you too idiot." She announced and you could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears. "I'll admit I was scared too. Not just because I was basically on this guy's hit list. But because you followed me. Blindly." You felt all of your worries melt away when she brought you in for a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around her and shut your eyes. The weight of doubt lifted off your chest and you placed a single kiss on her temple. You pulled back and her eyes flickered to your lips. You slowly leaned in to kiss her before a voice stopped you. You could practically feel her breath on your bottom lip but turned to see the librarian.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies but the library is closed for the night. Head back to your dorms." She told us with a bright smile and you felt your cheeks heat up. Riri grabbed your hand before grabbing your umbrellas.

"Come on. Let's head back. We can watch a movie until we crash." She grinned and you felt her intertwining your fingers.

"Okay." You probably had the biggest smile on your face as you left the library.

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Any other details you’ve been thinking about for the Millie and Elizabeth au?

There's a couple of things that have been floating around in my brain space... This is going to be very long...

- Relationship progression stuff with Elizabeth and Millie!

I think I've mentioned this before but they start off as like not really friends more like acquaintances. Like Elizabeth thinks Millie is really cool and wants to be her friend and Millie thinks Elizabeth is just a prep! (My immortal voice). I think they kind of start being friends after The whole Millies Crush/boyfriend dating another girl (Sorry if I'm not remembering that right it's been a billion years since I've read count the ways). Liz finds her being a pissed off mess in the Bathroom at their school and they chat about it. Millie realizes that Elizabeth isn't really that bad, But still things that she can't possibly understand Being such a perfect girl with a perfect life.

They get like a lot closer and the plot really starts Post count the ways, Elizabeth visits Millie in the hospital as she's recovering from having like most of the arteries in her neck slashed and nearly bleeding out. Elizabeth believes her about the evil murder bear, Explain the lore, And apologizes because in her eyes there's nothing they can do to stop it. Millie tells her that's stupid and that they could stop William! Elizabeth tentatively agrees and they start trying to track down William's monsters and killing/like dispatching them before they do murder.

From here on out I imagine there's a lot of smaller stories of Liz And Millie catching the evil machines, Stopping the frights before they happen and all that, Having lesbian tension. Elizabeth knows she likes Millie but She doesn't want to pursue that because the only other queer person she knows is her father the deranged murderer and also Her own fear that she's inherently just as bad as William and could hurt her the people close to her. Millie is a lot more accepting of the crush since she's goth, But she's still having a bit of a hard time like grappling with that internally.

Then some big event happens, IDK maybe a Fight with Some extra spooky monster from frights (I was thinking ralpho or My re-imagined Eleanor). And they're trapped together alone and both of them are very sure they're going to die. Liz apologizes to Millie blaming herself for their situation, She pulled Millie into this After all it's her fault, The 2 of them are going to be torn apart or stitched into something new and horrible and it's all her fault. She probably whispers something like "I'm just like him aren't I?" Millie holds her and Tells her it's both of their faults and that's okay. Even if it was a small one they made a difference. Millie also tells Elizabeth that she's nothing like her dad, She's a wonderful lady and it's sad they didn't get to be together longer. Then they kiss. Then the monster is stopped by probably Mikey and Charlie coming to the rescue. And the 2 surviving and realizing that both of them like each other decide to start dating yea!!!

- I have a weird idea of how to use Casey/the new kid from frights?

So before this you should know that I'm thinking about using my frights re imagining/ Agony creature lore for this! In my frights re imagining Casey from the new kid is an agony creature who kind of dislike runs around scamming into people's friend groups just to kill them till I get agony.

I think here he does the same thing on the side but mostly he's Kind of trying to suck up to William by like "protecting" Liz (William knows he exists and let him do his thing but also does not care at all about him in any way) . He's like one of her only friends before Millie. Elizabeth sort of knows what he is but things he's just like William's way of keeping eyes on her. After Millie comes along and Elizabeth spends most of her time with Millie, Casey gets worried that They're going to get on to him and like set him on fire or something. I think he's probably a minor antagonist, in like the first or second part...

- Abigail And her relationship with Elizabeth and also her feelings on Millie

Abigail loves Elizabeth More because she's William's daughter than because Abigail is her stepmother. William loves her so like a good wife Abigail loves her. She wants what's best for Elizabeth and what's best for her is what William wants and what William wants is Elizabeth to be like Him/a good daughter who doesn't ask questions or step out of line.

And that was going well until Millie came. Millie maid Elizabeth adventures which made William madd which made Abigail mad. These 2 girls were now ruining so many of their plans and if William didn't tell her not to Elizabeth would have been shoved in a robot by now. Also the fact that (as everyone can tell) they're clearly together. Like Abigail knows that William is not straight and how William has a weird fascination with Henry. She's done her best to steer him away from that but Elizabeth being gay too opens up that wound again. Because no matter how hard Abigail tries she'll never be the Henry that William imagines Henry is in his head.

- Zombie???

I think it would be funny if there was a running joke that Michael didn't like zombies. He finds them gross. Anything that his father makes that has to do with like weird flesh organic junk freaks him out.

Also there are like no zombies in frights so this is probably going to be the one connection terminated AU without a zombie :(..... Maybe I throw in the kids from the breaking wheel I don't know.

[celemee]

"it should have been you" hurt prompt.

Heyooo! Thanks for the delightful prompt. I'm sorry it's sat in my inbox for ages. How would you feel about some Cullbastian? With the added spice of my sorry ass Inquisitor William Trevelyan getting his heart stomped on?

@dadrunkwriting

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Nobody had expected The Prince of Starkhaven to come in person upon the acceptance of his offer of aid. Least of all Cullen.

Surely the word of his involvement had reached Sebastian's ears; Josephine knew the man to keep well informed of all the movers in Southern politics.

The very same Josephine had insisted upon his attendance of this formal dinner. Bad etiquette for the commander to skip negotiating matters pertaining to forces.

So here he sits, in his scratchy formals, eating food that tastes like ash. Laughing at jokes that don't quite register. Ignoring William's insistent hand creeping up his thigh.

Sebastian, on the opposite side of the table, radiates warmth and confidence. Lips stretched in a wide smile, revealing perfect teeth. Precise in his words, meeting Josephine toe to toe.

"Why don't we get out of here?" William whispers into his ear when no-one's looking.

Cullen's stomach coils — his eyes squeeze shut.

It's not that he doesn't love William. He does.

But had there ever been a real chance... Had life gone differently, had the circumstances not been stacked against them...

"Commander, are you feeling all right?"

Cullen snaps from his thoughts. It's Cassandra who speaks, but he finds Sebastian gazing at him with concern, a hint of regret in his eyes. And as always, his heart skips a beat.

"Quite fine."

William squeezes his hand, smiling charmingly at Sebastian: "The Commander has caught a flu, but he is too proud and hardworking to admit it."

Cullen plays along, and the dinner continues in much the same manner. Laughs are had, plans are made, input is offered and requested, and maps are marked. Signatures signed.

At last, their plates are empty and beds call — Cullen follows William out of the dining hall. Only to be caught by Sebastian.

"A word, Commander?"

William lifts a brow, but seems to read the room. He shoots Cullen a private smile and bids Sebastian goodnight, then turns on his heels and leaves.

Silence stretches as Cullen's colleagues vacate the room, each eager to rest. It's only once they're alone that Sebastian speaks.

"I shouldn't have come here," he starts quietly. "I didn't realise you were..."

Cullen says nothing, biting on the inside of his cheeks.

"...spoken for."

His eyes close at the words. "Am I to understand you came here for me?"

Sebastian shuffles on his feet, looking away. Before he speaks, he clears his throat and nods. "I thought... hm... that now would be a good time. To be together."

A sad smile curls Cullen's lips. His throat constricts, strangling his voice unusable. He does the only thing he can; pulls Sebastian against himself. Wraps his arms around him.

"It should have been you," he whispers, a mountain of regret falling upon him. Truer words he's never spoken. It's always been him. It will always be him.

Sebastian nods into his shoulder, ever understanding. Holding on tight, as if making every moment count.

"I never thought..." Cullen trails off, shaking his head. "No, I didn't believe you'd still feel something for me, after all this time. And William... well, William is a force of nature."

"You should be with him." Sebastian pulls out of the embrace slowly and regretfully, swallowing. There's a sheen in his eyes that probably mirrors Cullen's own. "He needs you."

They stand there in the light of the torches, their eyes speaking in the wordless language perfected so long ago in empty corridors and Chantry halls. Everything that was, and what could have been hanging between them.

"What if I need you?" Cullen asks at last, his voice softer than a whisper.

Sebastian takes his hand, holding it between his own. A spark of hope in his eyes.

"Then come to me after all of this is through. Come to me as a free man."

Cullen sighs, squeezing Sebastian's hand. He's waited for years, and he'll wait for as many more that's needed. But when Sebastian turns to leave, Cullen's heart has never been heavier; the world could end tomorrow.

This could be the last time they meet.

[lerry-hazel]

The long-ass Thomas Barrow post that needs to stop living in my brain

Part 2: The Sad Ones

Be as it may, if the bad stuff was all we ever got to know about Thomas Barrow, eventually I would have accepted, that, nope, he's just evil, – and moved on.

However, the show also has those parts strategically blended in where we are supposed to feel for Thomas. Probably. Maybe. I guess. Right?

First, chronologically, we have the “blighty”: it was possibly meant as a squarely bad thing, in contrast with William, but I firmly believe no one who hasn't actually been to war gets to judge. Nevertheless, I admit it would have gone down better if we could have seen Thomas actually helping the wounded in the hospital, thus still pulling his weight and dealing with the horrors of war, albeit second-handedly.

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Then comes the Jimmy thing.

A lot could be said about how, if it was meant to be “just a kiss”, it should have been written as just a kiss. But whatever, I remember vehemently insisting – when my outraged grandmother demanded how I could possibly like Judas in JCS – that it's possible to feel sorry for someone just because they are feeling bad, regardless of what they had done to deserve it. From that point of view, Thomas’ willingness to just take it lying down is sort of endearing – at least until you realize he didn't have to, like, hunt down a kangaroo to make the whole debacle go away: all it took – literally – was saying three words. Were it mentioned that at that point no one would believe Thomas over O'Brien, or were the insistence to have Thomas punished presented as Jimmy being done with O'Brien's fake placating and finally pushing back, it would have made way more sense. Of course, Thomas’ subsequent lack or gratitude to those who stood by him at those troubling times doesn't help either.

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Then there is “the treatment”, which surely seems appalling, as long as we assume it's chemical castration, or something equally horrifying that's making Thomas feel so ill. But, as soon as we find out what's actually happening – 

First, even though Thomas’ on-screen medical career primarily consisted of sitting on his arse looking self-important, it's hard to believe he doesn't know what an abscess is. And an abscess is by no means indicative of what kind of treatment he's been undergoing. In fact, Thomas should have assumed he hadn't sterilized the needle properly, and taken himself to hospital as soon as the pain became too much, blaming a rusty nail. Alternatively, he could have tried lancing the thing himself, realizing he couldn't see what he was doing and needed someone to hold a mirror. Or he could have put it off until he couldn’t stand upright anymore. But the way he actually brings Baxter in – to, what, tell him he needs to see a doctor if he's feeling unwell? – looks exceedingly less like he's learned to ask for help, and more like he is unsubtly manipulating her into showing him kindness: right after being pointlessly evil to her – again. Sort of "hate me all you want, I know you'll come running if I call."

And let’s not forget about egging the police on in the first place: mistakingly believing changing this one aspect of your personality will make your whole life better is one thing; literally going through considerable pain to turn your life around, yet still purposely doing things you know are wrong is another.

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In a way, the same could be said about Thomas' suicide attempt.

I'm not making a list of most efficient ways to end one's life, but locking oneself in a bathroom in broad daylight wouldn't be anywhere near the top. Also, not undressing fully kinda suggests he didn’t want to be found naked; yet, were he thinking of those who would have to deal with the aftermath, he wouldn't have left them a bloody bathtub to scrub in the first place. Combined with the cryptic message to Molesley, of all people, it frankly looks less like an act of utter desperation, and more like a pity party.

Like, on the one hand, Thomas does seem to have enough reasons to hate his life. However, while finding love might be indeed tragically beyond his reach, it's kinda hard to disregard the fact that his looming unemployment doesn't come from lack of offering, but from his unwillingness to do too much work. Or that, instead of trying to reconnect with his colleagues by making amends for his past misdeeds, Thomas’ attempts to curb his loneliness come in the form of forcing his presence upon people who have no reason to welcome it (it so pisses me off when in fanfiction Carson and/or Mrs. Hughes are made to apologize for not letting him third-wheel on what was obviously their couple’s time).

If I could find motivation to rewrite this arc, I would probably rearrange it all together. Like, when Thomas is urged to seek employment elsewhere, he grabs the first offer that comes his way, because “he never wanted to stay in Downton anyway”. Then, finding himself in a house with virtually no other servants to rely on, or even talk to, and “upstairs lot” unwilling to put up with his shenanigans, he is starting to realise what a mistake he’s made, and is eventually driven to despair.

Wouldn’t be easy to bring him back, but in DA universe screenwriting miracles so do happen ;-)  

[kaythetrashcan]

A second perspective of my fanfic "Fatherly hug". I thought it would be fun to write smt like this.

Here's the original post:

A man and a monster

William was sitting in his car, nervously tapping on the steering wheel. 'It will be over soon. And I can continue my experiments in peace.' He took a deep breath, turned of the engine and got out. Attempting to forget the several nights where his animatronics almost bit his arm off, he looked around.

He found himself in front of a small suburban house. The garden was tiny but well kept. Building had a pleasant lavender shade and the door had several flowers handpainted on them. 'He's getting too close. How can I know what he'll do? I need to get rid of him.'

William took another deep breath. 'He's a monster anyways. H-he deserves this,' he tried to convince himself.

He put on a smile, straightened his back and rang the bell. "Coming!" the resident of the house shouted. William waited for a bit before the door opened.

"Father?" said the young man at the door.

"Hello Michael." He smiled.

William continued to smilen despite memories flooding his head. Memories he wished didn't exist. 'He's a monster, he's a monster, he's a monster...' he repeated to himself. 'Let's just concentrate on the task at hand.'

"I heard you got your degree. Congratulations!" William explained. "Um... Thanks?"

He continued: "You must be looking for a job then?"

"Yes, I am." Mike replied.

"Well, do I have a an opportunity for you."

"What?"

"We're looking for technician for the evening shift. You'd be perfect," he lied. Michael never took interest in anything mechanical, preferring to draw from a very early age. A simple crayon drawing of Fredbear and Bonnie popped into William's head.

Michael didn't answer for a while.

"Not sure?" he prompted the young man..

"I'm still thinking it over. I doubt it's a job for me."

'Damn it,' William cursed. 'I guess I'll have to try a little harder.'

"Don't worry, you don't need any experience," he added. "It's really simple. And a great opportunity to expand your horizons." William laughed a bit to seem more genuine.

Mike still didn't look swayed. 'I guess it a time for my trump card.'

"And if that won't convince you, maybe your sister will."

"Abby? But she's been miss-"

"She's there. I can't help her but you can," William said quietly.

Even if it wasn't the truth, he knew Michael would do anything for his little sister. He remembered Mike teaching her to walk and laughing when she toddled to him, hugging her every time. He remembered his still face, covered in sparkly pink make-up, as Elizabeth tried to make him look "pretty". He remembered the desperate letters and calls, begging him to see his sister, to somehow make up for his actions.

And his plan worked, he could see it in his face. "I accept. I'll do anything to help her."

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me," William smiled, ignoring the sudden pain in his gut. "Please just fill out these documents and deliver them to me tommorow. Your shift will start on Monday." "Alright," Mike agreed, mindlessly taking the papers out of his hands.

Now was time for the final step of his plan. 'Just to convince him further.'

"And Michael?"

"Yes, father?"

He pulled Mike into a hug. "I love you, Michael," he added to be even more believable.

'I haven't hugged my children since...' he got lost in thought. Mike took a bit to react, before wrapping his arms tightly around him, squeezing his chest. William stiffened as his son replied.

"I love you too, dad."

[sunsrefuge]

It might be too much BUT if you feel like it, all the playlist asks for Phoenix? :>

That's not too much at all, it's honestly what I was hoping for!! ^^ These are likely going to include me picking out lyrics as well so this may get long! <3 It got very long, oh gosh, don't worry about reading all of it if it's too much kajshdaus

I had a lot of fun with this though!! thanks so much for the ask!! <3

Backstory: Just Breathe by The Unlikely Candidates

I have no memories, just feelings lingering.

She's amnesiac, so her starting point definitely feels senseless in a way! This song is very calm and mellow imo, and the lines "Just close your eyes, / And have some fun" remind me of her pull to make everything fun so it feels bearable. ^^ Also, near the end of the song;

Can I learn to live again? (I'm staring into the abyss, I can't take my eyes off it.) Still one unanswered question, (I'm staring into the abyss, I can't take my eyes off it.) And I will fall onto the street, Against a wall, the bridge I keep. Just breathe.

It does really well at making just breathe into a mantra to keep yourself calm, and keep yourself going! Also, the abyss mention... stares at the end of EoD

Personality: Hard Times by Paramore (Minor flashing lights warning for the video! Mainly affective in the second half.)

(Hard times,) Gonna make you wonder why you even try. (Hard times,) Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. (These lives,) And I still don't know how I even survive. (Hard times, hard times,) And I gotta get to rock bottom!

Fun bonus information; Hayley Williams is also Phoenix's voice claim! ^^ But when it comes to her work as the Commander, she's definitely prone to working herself to the bone to make sure everything's done right and to perfection. It also has more of her 'free fall' themes lol

Tell my friends, I'm coming down, We'll kick it, when I hit the ground.

She's gotta have everything under control, and even if things going wrong makes her spiral a bit, she maintains her upbeat persona no matter what! I can't wait to watch it break asdkjSHJ

Angst: Every Second by The Vocal Few

Okay, this is like, the harbinger of her playlist! It's been the first or second song since I started her playlist about four and a half years ago!! <3 It's very integral to her vibe as a Commannder!

I never dreamed this life for me, But I am not afraid. At 35,000 feet, I make my peace with fate. If my work here’s complete, Before we hit the ground; May we sing the truth that sets us free, 'Cause every second counts!

This makes me think heavily about the entrance to Dragonfall! I really like dramatic flight scenes, (thanks Avatar & HTTYD! ^^) so I do like to think that her and Aurene had some flight trouble when coming back out of the Mists with all those falling pieces around them! This is another song that constantly puts AMVs in my head - just a cut from her playing around with her Griffon in the Highlands during the chorus, to free falling out of the Mists and over the ocean in Dragonfall during the bridge that follows... It's so so good I really should learn how to animate aksjdhau

There are just SO many themes in this song that hit so well for her!! There's also a part about a flight attendant;

Oh flight attendant, could you tell me the story of how You gave up trying to control your fate and rescue yourself? So calm and patient, you greet death every day with a smile. If today he takes you, would you say that your life was worthwhile? And just smile?

It's just... the vibes are fuckin' immaculate <3 I feel like it really highlights how she's seen so many people die around her, that she's both accepted that death is her eventual fate, but she also has this complex of continuing to fight against it because the Commander never fails.

Comfort: If I Ever Leave This World Alive by Flogging Molly

I think it's ironic that it's a little morbid, but stuff like this is what would actually comfort Phoenix in her Commander AU's!

If I ever leave this world alive, I'll take on all the sadness that I left behind. If I ever leave this world alive, The madness that you feel will soon subside. So in a word, don't shed a tear, I'll be here when it all gets weird, If I ever leave this world alive.

It's primarily the comfort that she'll still be able to do something when she's gone, if she ever is. The idea of being helpless in death really scares her, to the point that I'm sure even if she does die... she'll be back somehow lmao. -- Also! fun fact that part of why this is on here is because she's got a slight Irish accent! :D Her accent is far more prominent in AU's where she gets to grow up with her family though <3

Love Life: Walking The Wire by Imagine Dragons

I'm so excited about this one!! Okay, so, in my personal AU Phoenix has yet to find love, but!! I asked my bestie if I could mention one of our joint AU's and they said yes!! :D So this is about her and Lochlan (who belongs to @mavelleofdawn) !! <3

Do you feel the same when I'm away from you? Do you know the line that I'd walk for you?

Important context for this; by the time they meet, it's Icebrood Saga! So Phoenix is already a Sylvari, and Lochlan is a Duke of the Court! So 'do you know the line that I'd walk for you?' is very prominent on both sides!! ^^ Also, kinda funny because he lowkey shows up because it'd be such an achievement to turn the Sylvari Champion / Commander from a Dreamer to the Nightmare... he's gonna find out that that won't work though, since she's technically not even connected to the Dream akjshduskjs

Oh, I'll take your hand when thunder roars. And I'll hold you close, I'll stay the course. I promise you from up above, That we'll take what comes, take what comes... Love.

also the bridge of this song is just, so so soft it drives me insane. I just think that they're really fun and really cute and these two fill me with so much joy aksjdhaubkdjs

Fight Scene: All Eyes On You by Smash Into Pieces

Now the whole world's watching every move, Take your shot, don't act a fool. All you've got and all you'll ever need... Is one bullet in the chamber. Breathe easy, take your aim, boy. Ain't nobody gonna save you, So what you gonna do? (All eyes on you.)

This song is on her playlist for the sole reason of fight scenes!! ^^ It got added to her playlist during Icebrood Saga, where I had a stint of canonly swapping her to Deadeye, but it's definitely sticking around because I think I'm just gonna have her multiclass after her (second) experience with death! This song has a lot of urgency, and feels a little chaotic at points, and by god I've imagined so so many AMVs of her to this song... <3 Also. I think that Revenants deserve a gun.

Thirst Trap Fancam?

Okay, I am doing this one more as a joke rather than seriously, but for Phoenix... Probably Die For You by The Weeknd! It's got a good beat and lyrics and there's something about this part that vibes:

I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, my baby.

Does it vibe mainly because her partner is a Duke of the Nightmare Court?? discuss! /hj