#it was creepy but I kept thinking ‘I could not be afraid of this guy he is too hot’ 😭

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Finally saw Old Man (2022), dir. Lucky McKee yesterday—one of my favorites of Stephen’s recent performances! It’s a lot like a two-person stage play, which really showcases his talent and emotion. He does an amazing job shifting from one extreme to another, seamlessly.

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Maybanks sister

Part 4, chapter 3- Ghosts and curses and shit

summary: You’re invited to goat island! Where there’s two, creepy, insane old guys living in a giant mansion, where you learn about their history and the amulet they want you to find. Is it worth the money at this point? Rafe meets a potential new business partner while your business is currently falling apart.

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You hit the knocker on the door multiple times, glancing around at the large windows and the rather expensive looking furniture. Despite the houses age, it still managed to look expensive and elegant in a sense.

“Hello? Anyone home?!” You shouted, continuing to bang on the door. “I’m gonna take that as a no.” You murmured when no one answered.

“Just a lil FYI, they drug you up before they chop you up, so… don’t eat or drink anything.” JJ spoke to the group, you tilting your head to the side, before nodding slowly.

“Not funny.”

“Yeah, guys, I think I’ve changed my mind about this one.” Sarah spoke, Kiara turning to her.

“Yeah, I- I really don’t wanna be here.”

“I admit the risk-reward is very off.”

“Too damn late, someone’s coming.” You told them, all of them stopping their sentences and waiting anxiously.

As the door creaked open, it showed a figure standing in the dim light. He was a man with deep brunette hair, with his hair slicked back, giving him a polished look. The man exuded an air of unease.

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, you giving him a fake one back. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. It’s quite a big house, and I’m afraid all the servants have all gone. All except uh, good old Demp. Just can’t seem to get rid of him. Uh, you must be the… the pogues. The great seekers.”

“Yeah, I… I don’t know about that.” John B replied.

“Oh, no, don’t you be modest. I’ve read of your adventures. It’s… quite thrilling.”

Pope and Cleo turned to glance at each other, as well as you and JJ, before you all looked back at the man.

“Uh, come in. Come in. I-I’m the son-in-law.” He chuckled. “Chandler Groff.”

JJ nodded, pursing his lips together in thought.

“Wes was really, really hoping you’d show. He’s been waiting.”

“Well, wouldn’t wanna keep him waiting, would we?” You replied with another tight lipped smile, nodding and motioning for your brother to go ahead of you.

“Yeah… Please. JJ.” He introduced himself, walking past him and into the house, Chandler patting him on the back and looking at him for a little before turning to the rest of the group. You following behind JJ.

You all walked through the halls, “just uh-“

“Just right in the next room.” Chandler spoke, JJ leading the way, slowly looking at everything he passed.

“This place smells like dead bodies.”

“Probably because it does have dead bodies in it.” You whispered.

John B quirked an eyebrow at you, you smirking at him. “Just saying, wouldn’t be shocked.”

You all walked into a room, glancing at the multiple books stacked and the low lighting of it.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll let Wes know you’re here.”

Chandler walked over to the glass doors, opening it to see Wes looking down at the fire place. “Wes, they’ve come.”

“Oh, good, good.” Wes replied, Cleo being the first to walk down the steps and into the office. “Bring them in. Come in. Please, please, warm yourselves by the fire. Good to see you.”

You all walked in now, you observing the place, seeing all the cobwebs and the dust. For some kooks, this place was disgusting. You tapped JJ’s shoulder, pointing to the painting above the fireplace.

“Y’Know what, Jay? That lady kinda looks like you. Like if you were a girl… that’s what you’d look like.” You whispered while motioning to the portrait of the blonde lady,

He looked at it, raising his eyebrows at you. “I don’t see it.”

Everyone else but you and JJ sat down, mostly because there was no more room on the chairs.

“I… I apologize for dragging you all out here. But… I- I don’t think I could speak about this in public. I know I mentioned Blackbeard, but I assure you all, my interest is not for treasure.”

Pope glanced at John b who sat next to him, all of you perking up at the sentence.

“My ancestor, Francis Genrette, was the British officer who caught and killed the notorious pirate.”

“Wait. Your- your direct ancestor?” Pope asked him.

“Mm-hmm. Yes, unfortunately. After he’d beheaded Blackbeard, he killed the pirates wife, Elizabeth.” He pointed to a portrait of her hanging on his wall.

“I feel like it’s a little weird to have a picture of someone your ancestor murdered on your wall.” You whispered quietly to Jj, him stifling a laugh and smiling.

“And since then, for 300 years, generations of Genrettes have been haunted by Elizabeth’s ghost. And have died violent deaths, including my daughter.” He looked over to the painting ontop of the fireplace, you and JJ glancing at each other, your joke from earlier suddenly becoming much more darker than you intended. “Larissa, Chandlers wife.”

“Oh.” You murmured, the man turning to you now. “S-sorry… for your loss.” You awkwardly stammered out, mentally facepalming at your words. JJ raised an eyebrow at it, stifling back a laugh.

He gave you a small smile, his silent way of you telling you it was okay, before continuing on with his story. “My daughter saw Elizabeth a week before she died.”

JJ narrowed his eyes, glancing at the rest of the pogues who sat down. You raised your eyebrows, opening your mouth to speak before closing it, letting him continue.

“Now…. I’ve had a visitation. So I know I don’t have much time.”

John B inhaled sharply, before clearing his throat. “Right, uhm… so we’re really sorry that that happened to you, but what do you want from us?”

“Of course, you’re right. Let’s get down to business. Chandler.” He pointed to his son in law, who took over the speaking.

“We believe that we’ve found a way to break the curse on this family. Right before she was murdered, Elizabeth begged Francis to retrieve from her husbands ship a… keepsake that he’d given her. Her most prized possession.” Chandler spoke, walking over to the painting and pointing to the necklace that hung lowly on the woman’s neck. “An amulet.”

You and Jj glanced at each other again, him scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“He denied the request and then murdered her.”

“But-“ Wes Began, “if we find that amulet, fulfilling Elizabeth’s last request, I believe it will break the curse that has haunted my family for over 300 years.”

JJ pursed his lips together, nodding. Kiara was the one to first speak up, “Okay. Um… I’m sorry. Where did you say that the necklace thingy is?”

“Oh.” Chandler chuckled, “Blackbeards last ship. The adventure.”

“Perfect.” Kiara spoke sarcastically.

“According to all records, the amulet was still on it. Right off of goat island.”

You now were the one to interrupt, “I’ll bite.” You murmured, everyone turning to you now. “Uhm, sir, no offense, but honestly, I think that this one is like… way out of our league. There’s no sort of leads-“

“And the coast guard excavated that site years ago.”

“You all solved El dorado, no? I think that this is perfectly in your league.” Wes directed to you, before looking to Pope.” And the excavation team didn’t know what we know. They didn’t have this.”

Wes pulled out a journal, handing it to Pope. “There’s a secret lockbox hidden behind the headboard in the captains chamber. Do you dive?”

“We dive. All… all of us do.” JJ lied, Kiara and you turning to him with quirked eyebrows. “It’s just, we only do it if the price is right.” He cleared his throat.

John B rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing quietly.

“Excellent. We are prepared to offer you a premium for your services. Fifty thousand, plus expenses. Five thousand up front. And we would very much like your immediate answer.”

John B stood up, JJ glancing at him. “Well I think we kind of-“ JJ started, before John B shoved his hand over the blondes mouth, his voice becoming muffled.

“Uh, we just need to think it through. You know, talk about it.” You told them, all of you standing up, beginning to walk to the room next door. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay, uhm- what was that?!” Sarah spoke.

“We have to think.” Cleo replied as John B shut the door.

“This is weird.” Kiara said, you nodding.

“We should just slip out through the back. I feel like I’m in a horror movie right now. He’s talking about ghosts and curses and shit. I didn’t sign up for this!” You told them, pointing and motioning to the back door not too far.

“Are we really going to listen to the guy who should be in a white padded room?” John B asked, looking around at you all. “Visitations? Curses?”

“They are nuts. I mean, all the kooks that met them called ‘em crazy. I see why now.” You replied, shaking your head.

“Okay, obviously he’s batshit, but he’s in there crying about his daughter. Like he needs help!” Sarah empathized, you shrugging and tilting your head to the side with a small pout.

“Kinda feel bad for the old man.” You murmured.

“He needs therapy, not a necklace, Sarah.”

“Obviously this guy is nutty, we don’t even know if anything he’s saying is true.”

“We cannot ignore the fact that there is a ghost and a curse. And- y’all aren’t getting a weird ass vibe?” Kiara asked.

“Okay. Guys.” Cleo started, leaning in her chair. “Let’s just say we take this job- is it even possible.”

“Yes.” JJ interjected.

“I knew what you would say. Everybody else?”

“Look, even if it… is where they say it is, that shipwreck is gonna be far down. Like, depths of hell far!” You exclaimed.

“Probably like 80 to 100 feet. And not to mention, the currents and probably ripping.” Pope added.

“Guys, are we really gonna worry about the details right now?” JJ asked.

“Yes!” Everyone else said.

“That’s 100%!” Pope whisper yelled to him.

“Guys, in our time of need, are we really gonna turn down free money? No! That’s not like us.”

“It’s not free!”

“The worst that can happen is we walk out of here with five G’s in our pocket. End of discussion.”

“That’s not the worst-“

“We can go to jail, get arrested-“

Everyone began to speak over each other, conversations mixing as JJ walked over to the door and the room the two men currently were in, everyone’s chatter stopping as JJ spoke.

“Excuse me, sir, we’ve come to our conclusion, and we’ll do it. We’ll take the job. Now that initial 5k, is that that right there?”

You sighed, “Holy shit, this is gonna backfire on us so hard. I can already feel it.” You whispered to yourself, Sarah groaning and nodding with you.

“Welcome aboard.” Chandler spoke, handing Jj the envelope, before you came over and took it from his hands.

“I think I’ll take that for safekeeping-“ and then Pope took it from yours.

“No, no, I got it.”

“Fair enough. Never trust a Maybank with money, I guess.” You mumbled to yourself, looking up to see Groff giving you an unreadable look when you said your last name, causing you to look back at him with confusion on your face.

Your last name has always caused some feelings in people. People hated your dad, or they were his ride or dies, or they just disliked him.

But on goat island? Where they don’t even know the meaning behind the words kooks and pogues? Now, that’s weird. There’s no way in hell these old fuckers knew your dad, you thought.

He looked away, letting out an almost nervous sounding chuckle when he noticed how you’d seen his reaction. You brushed it off, the man’s insane, it’s whatever, you thought.

“Yeah, my brother!” Topper shouted as Rafe walked over with a smile on his face, picking him up from the floor. “There he is! How are you, baby? Gave it up for the win, I love you!”

One girl side eyed the two annoying boys, turning to her boyfriend with an eye roll.

“Do you remember Sheriff Peterkin? His dad shot her.” She spoke rather loudly to him, him looking down at her.

“I heard that he choked out his ex girlfriend y/n once.” He replied.

“What did you say?” Rafe asked with a chilling smile on his face, Toppers own smile disappearing. “You got something to say?” Rafe began to walk up to the pair.

“Hey listen, if you want-“

“Back off, Rafe.” The man shoved Rafe, who looked offended.

“Listen, listen. If you wanna… if you wanna whisper some bullshit behind my back, why don’t you just say it to my face? I’m standing right here.” He waited for a reply that didn’t come, leaning in closer to them. “You got something to say, say it to my face.” He slapped his face multiple times, “say it to my face!”

“Hey, all right. All right.” Topper grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down,

“No, no, no, I just wanna hear what you said-“

Topper pulled him away, “it’s all good, we’re all friends.”

“All friends.” Rafe repeated.

“Having a little celebration.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I just don’t like when people talk about my dad, or…her.” He spoke, grabbing a bottle of vodka, pushing it past his lips.

“No, I get it. I get it. He- he- you know, Rafe, he was a good man.”

“That’s right.” He nodded, “He was a great man!” Rafe screamed, everyone in the building turning to him now. The veins in his forehead bulged and he gripped on the bottle till his knuckles with white and he felt like the glass was gonna shatter underneath him.

He set the bottle down, Topper still having his hands on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen, man-“ Topper started.

“Don’t listen? Kinda hard when they do it right in front of me. I mean, I expect that shit from the cut but not here. Not here, you know-“

“I know, dude-“

“What is this bullshit? Who do you have at your party?” Rafe questioned, narrowing his eyes.

“Come on, we’re good! Let’s go, hey, let’s get some air.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Rafe shoved Toppers hand off his shoulder, “I’m just getting a drink somewhere else.”

It was night, him holding yet another beer bottle to his lips, walking up to one of the bars and tilting his head at the man behind the table.

“Just give me one of… whatever.” He murmured.

“Rafe.” He heard a woman’s voice speak from behind him, a chuckle after that. “Hollis Robinson.”

He looked at her, confusion on his face until she explained how she knew him.

“I.. I worked with your father quite a bit.”

He took a moment to recognize the face, before it snapped. “Oh yeah, Hollis.” He said rather dismissively, taking another swig from the bottle. “Mister… Robinson’s wife.”

“Yeah, ex, I’m afraid. I haven’t seen you in a few years, you’ve… you’ve grown up. It’s good to see you.” She held her hand out.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really have a choice, so…”

“None of us do, really.” She chuckled as he shook her hand. “I, uh… I admired your father.” She followed Rafe when he went over to a table, standing there with his drink in hand. “I’m so very sorry about what happened.”

He nodded, raising the glass to his lips. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’ve, um, I’ve been watching you, Rafe. All those real estate moves. You built that uh, that condo on Bayline. The renovation of the church plot.”

“It was just, you know, a little thing.” He replied, “but uhm, I made it happen, so…”

“Yeah. People are noticing.” She said with a smile, “The right people.” She reached into her purse, pulling out a card, placing it on the table in front of him. “I’ve got a little development project cooking, and I am looking for a partner who’s not afraid of the deep waters. Who’s gonna leave it all on the field?”

“Partner?” He questioned.

She nodded, glancing behind her for a moment. “Well, you take care, Rafe.”

“You too.” He replied, looking down at the card she had handed him while she walked away.

“So, based on the schematics of the ship,” Pope spoke while he circled a part of the drawing. “It’ll probably be best for you to enter in around here.”

“Right..”

“And Genrette wasn’t kidding about this stash. Look. In the captains log, there’s a secret compartment. Right here, behind the headboard in the captains quarters.”

“Okay, are we really still talking about this?” John b asked while he sat down.

“Yup.” Jj replied, you huffing.

“The ships been down there for 300 years. It’s been salvaged. We literally know that.“ You spoke.

“Come on, not gonna hurt to check.” Cleo replied to you.

“Exactly-“ JJ clicked his fingers at her, going back to the journal. “And also, we know where it is. It’s right in this area.”

“Except we don’t know exactly where it is.” John B told him.

“And, going that far down the ocean? You are asking to get the bends.” You spoke.

JJ shrugged, “We said that last time, we’re still here. And what about the coast guard? I bet they know where it is. Plus, I’ve heard coasties are quite chill, so we could probably just ask them.”

“Do you remember our cousin Jack? He was in the coast guard, and he made me want to shoot myself every time we were near each other.” You told JJ, to which he tilted his head to the side.

“He told on me for quote ‘smoking in the bathroom.’ Which I definitely did do, but he didn’t need to snitch on me!” You exclaimed.

“Hey, wait, Pope, isn’t your uncle in the coast guard? Uncle Roger?” You remembered.

“My uncle Roger? No, no, no. That’s not gonna work. My uncle Roger is the most strait laced, by the books person in the history of the world.”

“More straight laced than you?” Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow.

“First of all, I didn’t graduate high school. I had to get a GED. That’s… that’s pretty loosey-goosey.”

“Hm. Now that I think about it, I have an ex who’s in the coast guard now…” you murmured to yourself, JJ quirking an eyebrow.

“You mean Micheal? The guy you dated when you were 15? That’s not gonna work.” John B snorted.

JJ whistled.

“Wait, JJ, isn’t your, uh, your friend in the coast guard? Boogie.”

JJ smirked, turning to you and John B.

You laughed loudly, “Oh, man, I forgot about him.” John B also laughed.

“Boogs? He’s in the reserves, bro.”

“Yeah, but he’d probably know.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. He’s a marina rat. Living paycheck to paycheck. So, if we’re gonna get any intel out of him, he’s gonna need to be bribed. Which, look, I’m totally fine with doing. It’s just-“

“No.” John B and Sarah said at the same time.

“All right. There’s your answer right there. So, in my mind, I’m like the best case scenario, is if I had an uncle who knew were the wreck was, would maybe tell us for free… oh that’s right, you do.”

“What about your cousin?” Pope asked, you snickering.

“Oh, he got arrested for possession. Heroin, cocaine, meth, the whole nine yards… Yeah, he’s definitely not getting out for a while. Plus, knowing him, he’d ask us for like a shit ton of money. Or to get him out. Either way, it’s a no go.” You replied.

“Pope, that should be out first stop.”

“You’re not listening. I dropped a cracker in that man’s garage one time, and he made me clean the whole thing.”

Sarah and Kiara laughed at his words, while he continued.

“He is not the person who will give up classified information. He’s just not.”

“Dude,” JJ stood up, walking towards the boy. “Your uncle might literally know where it’s at, he might even tell us for free, but you just gotta try.”

“No, I… I don’t think you’re listening.”

“He could say yes.” Kiara tilted her head to the side.

“Also, I thought all pogues were all team players here, so…” JJ wrapped his arms around Pope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Not even a single woogity?” Sarah asked, holding her hands out.

“What happened to pogues for life?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope still shook his head.

“Take one for the team!”

“That’s it. I’m done. I’m not asking him.”

You, Sarah and Cleo all went back to the shop while your brother went to go find Boogie since Popes uncle didn’t work, you sitting on the counter while nursing a beer.

“I think the best thing about owning a business is that I can drink whenever I want and not get in trouble.” You mused with a smile.

“Until Pope catches you again.”

“Well, Popes the fun police, and besides, a beer or two… or three, isn’t gonna do anything to me. Maybnaks have a high alcohol tolerance. It would take me five of these bad boys to give me a buzz.”

Sarah tilted her head to the side with her eyes narrowed at you. “I’m not sure that’s a flex.”

You shrugged, “Flex for me.”

A man came in, standing in front of the counter, stopping your conversation about beer.

“Hello.” Sarah greeted him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Y’all remember me?”

Dale fucking Zeasy. You had to roll your eyes as you took another sip, letting out a sigh when your lips left the cold bottle.

“How could we forget?” Cleo asked.

He looked up at her, “I like that accent. Welcome to our country.”

You scoffed, the audacity.

“How can we help you?” You asked him, not even bothering to use your customer service voice, annoyed at just his presence. He handed you a piece of paper, you grabbing it.

“I got something for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Sarah said with a tight lipped smile when you handed it to her, your grip on the bottle tightening as you sunk it in.

“No, really. You shouldn’t have.” You chimed in, him giving you a glare.

“I can take this place off your hands at any time. For a fair price.”

“Listen, old man-“ you started, before Sarah cut you off.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, but can we offer you a keychain?” Sarah asked, “Maybe a glass bong? Pipe? You look like you need one.”

“You know, y’all are gonna lose this place. You might as well sell now.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, slamming your glass down on the table and standing up, he gave you a smile, walking to the door way.

“And you have safe travels back to your homeland.”he pointed to Cleo.

“Oh-“ you scoffed again, walking out from behind the counter.

Despite him being taller than you, you stood in front of him, leaning in close to him.

“Get the fuck out of here before I fucking-“

“He’s not worth it.” Sarah interrupted you, grabbing your shoulder.

“Listen to your friend.” He nodded. “You know, no wonder you and Rafe didn’t work out.” He said with a chuckle.

You glared at him as she pulled you away, and back to the counter.

You picked up the glass bottle again. “I’m gonna need ten more of these. Fucking changing the zoning.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What’s that mean?” Cleo asked, holding the paper.

“It’s a way to force owners out of their property.”

“Is that legal?” She asked.

“If you got money. Of fucking course.” You threw your hands up in the air.

“We’re gonna need a lot more than five thousand dollars.”

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Tartaglia x Maid! Reader

Synopsis: Your a maid who works at one of the hotels of Liyue, your job is usually pretty boring but there’s rumors of a strong, handsome and dangerous Fatui Harbinger staying in the nicest suite of the hotel.

(lowercase intended 🤬)

Tags: modernish au! this is gonna be 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨. afab reader, dub-con i think?, impact play, praise, degrading, semi-public(?), pussy eating, fingering, breeding, claiming, lowkey blackmailing,squirting, you call him sir, childe is a degenerate 😒, reader is lowkey a bimbo, one misogynist, picture taking with out permission, prostitution if you wanna call it that i guess?

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You were just a simple little maid with a simple life cleaning up after people paying high amounts of money to stay in Liyue’s number one hotel. Who knew rich people were so dirty? You have to put with these snobs bullshit everyday without blowing a fuse. You just smile and do what your asked no matter how frustrating it is, and it is. Always dealing with gross old men commenting on your cliche maid outfit, and how fitting it is they put a woman like you for the job of cleaning up after them. the only joy you get out of this job is hearing about the vast range of people who check into the hotel. it can go from a dilf on vacation who all your other hotel staff friends are thirsting over to those gross ‘creepy serial killer’ vibe people. However today there was talk about a person who rented out the most expensive suite, the staff has suspected this mystery man is a harbinger for the fatui. You scoff at the thought of a crazed murderer staying at your place of work. You didn’t want to believe this guy was actually that dangerous and capable of doing such heinous crimes but you kept an open mind. Two days passed of the mystery man checking in had gone by and rumors were spreading faster and faster. People have been saying he smells like blood and are scared to service his room. In the break room the maids are gossiping about how attractive he is but are too afraid to clean his room. your ears perked up at their conversation, it was still early in the morning so you had been sipping on some tea and browsing a newspaper sitting on the sofa in the room. Three maids were shamelessly talking about this poor man when you had enough and butt in saying, “y’know if you guys want me too i can go up to his floor and just clean his room if you guys don’t want to? i don’t mind at all.” you say nonchalantly. they share a look before they nod giving you a slightly concerned look. ‘What’s the big deal? why are they making such a fuss about this guy..? they are saying how hot he is one second and then the next how scary he is..’ you think mentally rolling your eyes. a few minutes pass and your done with your coffee and you go to grab a cleaning cart and make your way to the elevator. As you climb up the floors anxiety starts to set in. ‘why am i getting nervous he’s just a normal guy…everyone is just freaking out…calm down y/n…’ you think while slightly chewing on your bottom lip subconsciously.

you finally reach the top floor of the hotel and the elevator doors open, you push your cart to the end of the hallway. you realize there’s only 1 occupied room on this floor so that must be his. you reach the door of the man’s room and you notice their isn’t a card on the door saying no to cleaning service so you unlock the door with your key. you gingerly push the door open and see a tall, muscular ginger staring at you. “oh-! sorry-! i didn’t know anyone was in here-! so sorry..” you stammer as your cheeks flush. you didn’t expect the man everyone was talking about to be so…hot? you go to leave but the man speaks up. “you don’t have to leave you know..you can clean or whatever i just am doing work..so i really don’t mind.” he says a slight smile tugging at his lips. you could have sworn he looks you up and down. “uh..okay? as long as you don’t mind..i’ll be quick.” you say pulling your cart into the room. you begin cleaning and the man begins to fill out papers. you start sweeping the floor and emptying trash cans. you’ve only cleaned a room with a guest present once before so this was a pretty awkward situation. you bent down slightly to grab a bit of trash off of the floor unintentionally giving the man a full view of your white lacey panties. the man looks over at you and blushes slightly. Unknowingly you continue cleaning. you start to make the bed when you look over at the man who’s physique looks so good from the back. unfortunately your staring at him for a little too long and he notices and turns around to look at you. “you know…it’s rude to stare dear..” he says with a faux pout. “oh-! n-no i wasn’t trying to- i was just spacing out-!” you say with a stutter trying to justify your actions. the man gets up from the desk and walks over to you and tilts your chin up with his hand to make you look up at him. you look up at through your eyelashes and a blush dusts your cheeks. “i see you bending over for me dear, your not very slick…how about you remove those pretty panties of yours for me? hmm?” he says with a smirk. “wh-what-? i can’t do that-!” you say taken aback by his words and charisma. you consider it, but just show him a shocked expression. “hmm..no fun..how about this? what if i give you an extra ‘tip’..if you do this for me, how does that sound?” he says winking. your mouth falls open slightly and you glance down to his crotch to reveal a tent in his trousers. “oh what a dirty mind you have…i wasn’t talking about that kind of tip..but if you want that i can have that arranged.” he says pulling out a leather wallet and pulling out a large sum of mora. “sir…i can’t take your money..i will admit you are very handsome but this goes against our policy..” you say bitting on your bottom lip nervously. “i won’t tell if you won’t girlie…” he says with that same devilish smirk. “fine…but i could get into serious trouble for this-!” you say before grabbing the mora from him and skidding your panties off your hips and balling them up in your hands. the man holds his hand out gesturing you to give them to him so you comply. you’ve never been with a guy with this much dominance and overall confidence. “you can continue cleaning…i’ll just be here watching…” he says look at you admiring your curves. you go over to the bed to finish making it, you feel the cold wind from the ac graze your bare pussy and you whine a little at the feeling of being so exposed. you can’t help but feel your core tighten around nothing as you think about what this guy will do to you in the awaiting moments.

you finish making the bed and you notice the man get up from the chair he’s sitting in. he walks over towards you and grabs your hips from behind and bends over to whisper in your ear. “y’know girlie…your really starting to turn me on…and i can see you getting wetter by the second..how about i do you a favor and make your cute little pussy feel good? would you like that?” he says, his hot breath tickling your ear. “y-yes sir-” you say before he roughly flips you on your back and spreads your thighs apart lifting your dress a bit to reveal your glistening cunt on display. he dips one of his long fingers into your hole earning a whimper from you. he leans his head into your cunt to lick a long stripe on your pussy, he adds a second finger into your hole and gives your clit a kiss. he wraps his lips around your little bud and sucks on it lapping his tongue on it. your thighs are wrapping around his head and your tugging at his gorgeous ginger hair. your squirming and moaning out for him. he lifts his head up removing his lips from your clit to deliver a harsh smack to your thigh. “stop squirming so much.” he says glaring at you. you stop moving around and pout. he gives his attention back to your pussy. he curls his fingers inside you hitting that spot inside of you that makes you scream. you haven’t had that spot hit before, this guy is an expert. you start babbling nonsense, your head feels foggy and you scream feeling your release approaching. “s-sir-! i’m gonna-! agh fuck~!” you moan out. “there you go baby…cum on my fingers…” he coos with that signature smirk. your vision goes white as your release hits you like a truck, you squirt for the first time and drool runs down your chin. you have a death grip on the sheets of the used to be made bed. you pant as your vision restores. you chest heaves as you look at the ginger between your legs. “ahh..i’m sorry-! didn’t mean to do that…” you pant. “it’s all good girlie…you taste delicious by the way..such a good girl.” he says sitting up. “now i think it’s your turn to service me huh?” he unbuttons his shirt, and takes off his belt and sliding his trousers down. you remove your dress following his lead. your sitting up on the bed admiring his physique. “ tsk tsk..girlie you know it’s rude to stare…how about we do something about your naughty behavior..yeah?” he says before flipping you over on the bed so your on your stomach and face is buried into the pillows. you feel him unclip your bra and pull it off you before he pulls his boxers down. “are you ready girlie?” you feel his tip brush your folds. “y-yes…s-sir..” you mutter. you feel his large cock enter you and you gasp. you didn’t know he was this big. he pushes the rest of his length into your hole. he waits a second before beginning to move letting you get adjusted to his length. a few seconds pass before he slowly starts thrusting. he grabs your hips to steady himself.

“oh my- god- sweetie your so tight..!” he groans. “if i didn’t know any better i would think your a virgin…fuck-! but- hah~ then again your still so slutty~ so..you can’t be one~..” he groans as he thrusts faster into you. you can’t help but moan at his harsh words. “i can feel you clenching your cunt on my cock~ slut~!” he teases. he continues to fuck you hard. his cock hitting your g-spot making you scream. “ah..fuck girlie i’m gonna-” he says before cumming deep inside you. “s-sir-! i’m gonna c-cum-” you scream. “call me tartaglia slut.” he says rubbing your clit. you heart sinks at the name. the rumors were true. your being fucked by a fatui harbinger. “what’s the matter? finally figure out who i am? hm?” he says pinching your clit. “tar-tartaglia~! oh my fuck-!” you squeeze your eyes tight before cumming around his cock. your a cock drunk babbling mess, drool dripping down your chin. staining the pillows, your hair is messy and your too fucked out to care you just got railed by a murderer. “cmon let’s get you cleaned up..and by the way..i took pictures of you so if you dare tell anyone about my identity i will leak this to your boss.” his casual tone sent shivers down your spine. but you knew this wasn’t going to be your last time seeing him.

“by the way i’m keeping your panties.”

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this lowkey kinda sucks but i wanted to post smth hope you liked it 💋💋💋

[milkiedimitrescu]

Sooo i made a kinda creepy thing

(so I might've accidentally made a whole introductory to a whole new fic idea) GUYS I KNOW I HAD AN AU ART I STILL NEEDED TO MAKE HOLD ON LET ME COOK

ok

So like

yeah just press the "keep reading" and see for yourself bro

You are aimlessly are wandering around the corridors of the Dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, Previously you had come to visit after it had seemingly became abandoned after its inhabitants died, and there was nothing left.

This was shortly after the big explosion that destroyed every aspect of the village. (You know why, fellow reader. :)) You were exploring room from room, and Hall by Hall, gathering information on what might've happened to the past owners of this Castle.

And that's when you discover the current place your in. The dungeon corridors deep underground. You have heard this is where the Lady Dimitrescu chased Ethan winters, and supposedly he had escaped. Gathering enough information, you have come to the conclusion, Ethan had killed the Dimitrescu family for his daughter, How protective of him. You mused. But you needed more answers, on your mission.

You continue exploring, taking in the environment. It was decaying and there were some walls that were destroyed, seemingly. You found where the dagger that killed Lady Dimitrescu just outside the castle before you got there and kept it safely in your item carrier.

Until, suddenly, you hear a woman, whisper in your ear. She sounded like she would have a deep, rich, velvety, sultry, voice. Soft, yet a bit commanding.

"I'm still here. Turn around." She whispered, in your left ear.

But it shook you to the core. You flinched at the sudden voice. And you quickly turned around to see the source of the noise and only found that nothing was there. You were alone. Well, you were supposed to be alone, but now you feel paranoid, on the edge that someone or something else is down here with you. It's quite dark in this dungeon so you reached into your item carrier that you carried around like a backpack, and grabbed a candle holder you collected from Lady Dimitrescu's private chambers. You inhaled, and exhaled and grabbed your lighter, lit it up, and lit each candle on the candle holder, before safely putting the lighter back in the bag.

It's way too quiet down here. You feel like you are being watched, like a predator, spying on their prey. You thought in the corner of your eye, you saw a long tall shadow staring at you from the distance before quickly disappearing but you quickly dismissed it as something your mind was making up, due to the fact you were alone in empty halls. Until,

"I'm behind you."

The voice again! You stopped dead in your tracks, heart pounding profusely. You were practically frozen in utter terror. You think you are being haunted by a spirit, from the castle. Your scared to turn aroun-

"Turn. Around." The voice of this... Woman, was captivating, much more commanding than last time. She seemed to really want you to see her.... You shakily breathed in and out, and did it. Finally, with courage, and bravery to face whoever else was down you in the dungeon,

...

...

Who the living hell is that...? You thought out loud quietly, to yourself. There was a tall, shadow figure. Standing before you in a softly candle lit hallway where seemed to be a lever. Her eyes... So piercing into your soul. They were glowing red and seemed almost dead. She tilted her head at you, endeared by your paranoia. Her aura, she had shadowy particles coming from each part of her body. It looked like she was wearing a dress and a hat. Could this be..?

"Fear not, child. I won't hurt you."

She took a step forward towards you. Her shadowy aura trailing behind her.

"This is only a dream, I'm afraid. But, in real-time. I want you to come to Castle Dimitrescu. Find a way to bring me and my family back to life. We oh, so crave it dear. That man..." She scoffed looking to the side, gazing to that single barrel that was leaning on the side of the wall just somewhere near her, seemingly deep in thought. "That man killed my daughters... For the sake of his own daughter. Then... Killed me." She looked back at you.

"Find my crystal, and my daughters ones aswell. We need to be brought back in order to live in peace again. The castle, is now the only place we haunt, yet an echo, of are unfortunate fates."

She took another few steps closer to you till you were now both in front of each other. Couching down, she whispered, Her red eyes glowing in hope,

"I believe you are the chosen one, dear. To free us, from this misery. You hold more power than you believe,"

"Wake up." She whispered harshly. Her shadowy aura consuming you whole, leaving you in nothing but a void and a pair of red orbs staring back at you.

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Gasping, you sat up from your hotel bed breathing fast, and checked the time on your watch, and saw it was 9 AM. Just the time you were going to get ready to leave to go to the village, to find out more about what happened in there. But... You already knew... That dream you had, everything was clear to you. It felt real, like Lady Dimitrescu actually spoke to you, telling you about bringing her and her family back.

But you heard of the atrocities she committed... you heard of the terror she had caused when she was alive, and still living in that Castle along with her daughters.

Loudly Sighing, you leaned back to lay back down,

"What the hell, man."

[anjelicawrites]

Fun to be had

Paring: Michael Gavey x reader

Synopsis: you’re studying alone on a Friday night, and decide to, finally, face the weird guy following you. Fun ensues.

Warnings: dry humping in public (in a library), almost getting caught, kissing, biting, scratching, Michael’s accidental stalkerish behaviour.

A/N: reader is AFAB but not described. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.

It’s Friday night and you should be out, getting drunk at the pub or dancing your arse off at the club, instead, you are at the library, different editions of the same poem opened in front of your face, not because you are cramming for a paper, but because you don’t feel like having to deal with people, irritated as you are with life now.

You have those days where you don’t feel like being sociable, instead, you have this need to live through the words of others, pouring over different editions of the same work, until you are satisfied with the results of your own translation. This specific Friday is one of those days, and you are elated that the library is empty, or almost.

You are not truly alone, hidden in this corner because, sitting at the other table of this little nook, there’s a guy.

You are almost positive his name is Michael, Michael something, mathematical genius and nerd at the end of the social hierarchy. The guy who has been following you, changing his sitting place every single time you did in the past few weeks.

You didn’t see it at the start, with the library always packed you started sitting wherever you could find a free spot and thought nothing when he did the same, you didn’t even noticed him!

You realized when you started studying late in the evening.

With the library half empty, this Michael guy could have picked any spot, every single time, instead he kept sitting at a table next to yours, always with a good vantage point. Yet, you kept telling yourself that maybe he just didn’t want to sit somewhere alone in a place which becomes creepy at night time, nothing to truly see here, but, but… If you have to be blunt about it, he doesn’t give you the idea of a chap who is afraid of being alone; if he is who you think he is, then having no friends it’s his norm.

You could have left it at that, forget about the whole thing, but you are curious, far more than what’s healthy for you, so you concocted a plan, quite stupid really, to gauge his reaction. You partner in crime, albeit without knowing it, had been you friend Ellie, who was studying for a chemistry exam, quite complicated and hard to pass. One night you two were studying and she was getting more and more frustrated, you decided to act.

“So.” You asked her. “What do you think about science?”

“Fuck science!” Right on cue she gives you the answer you need.

Staring in the direction of Michael you said loud and clear.

“Yeah, fuck science indeed” right the second he was looking at you.

It might have been a random coincidence, but he became bolder after your little experiment, his eyes not leaving yours whenever you stared up from the books and even changing tables, whenever a spot nearer yours was freed, and he was already sitting somewhere else, as if he wanted you to know what he was doing.

But what was that he was hoping to achieve by acting like a stalker?

You lift your head and there he is, seemingly engrossed in his own work, glasses low on his long nose and the irritation you’ve felt all day spikes up, red and warm in your belly and you know you shouldn’t do a single thing, but pack your stuff and go back to your dorm, you know you should, yet you stare at him again and he’s looking at you, unabashedly, with that pretentious smile on his face and you throw all your good intentions out of the window.

You stand up, the old chair scraping on the floor and march towards him. He looks startled and huffs in surprise when you straddle his legs and pop his thick glasses up his head.

“I think it’s time we greet one another properly, don’t you think? You’ve been following me around, after all!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

In his panic he tries to slide you off himself, but your ground yourself against his body, your hands grabbing the backrest of his chair, forgetting that you are wearing a skirt tonight.

“Care to tell me why you’re acting like a stalker?”

“I’m not a stalker!” He seems to have managed to grasp control back, the mask of surprise gone from his face. “Get off me!”

“I will, when you’ll tell me the truth!”

Michael had noticed you during a sunny afternoon in the library.

He was slaving over some physics homework, more boring than hard for him and he had let his eyes wander, just to distract himself for a moment.

You were sitting at his same table, facing him and a bit on his right side; you had a fortress of books around you and were furiously taking notes, that’s what had made him stop his gaze: how hard you were studying.

Michael knows many people come to the library as a mean to see and be seen by their peer, others truly try to work and can’t hold their focus for too long you, on the other end, didn’t look like the kind of person who would truly work their arse off so early in the semester, yet there you were, making use of the ridiculous amount of colorful post – it notes in your possession. He had snickered when noticing the animal themed stationery you were using and but hey! You shouldn't judge the book from his cover, right?

Almost absentmindedly, he had started looking for you, when at the library, just to see if he was right in his early observation, and you kept surprising him with the way you would single – mindedly concentrate on your work.

One afternoon, it was very late and most people were already gone, he had taken a peak at your notes, while you were looking for another book, curious to know what you were studying with such a passion and discovered it had to do with linguistics. He had no idea what your coursework talked about, but a quick look at your scrambled handwriting, revealed him a smart mind. This was his tipping point, when he had decided that he wanted to get to know you, if only he had the slightest idea how to!

He had never thought that, casually, sitting nearby you would have been stalkerish, it’s just that he doesn’t know how to start a conversation with you, he’s not that kind of guy! If you were in one of his courses, he would have found a way to get to know you better, but you don’t, and you pay your fellow students no mind, when you are at the library. What’s a guy to do but keep an eye on you, waiting for the right moment to act?

After the whole ‘Fuck science’ shenanigans, he had thought you must have caught wind of what he was doing and maybe you would have started something yourself, but you didn’t. Until tonight.

You realize how embarrassing your position is, when his hands fly on your hips to still your movements, and you register his hardening cock against your wet pussy (and when did that happen?)

“Are you done?” He asks, piercing eyes fixated on yours. “I’m Michael, since you wanted to greet me properly. What’s your name?”

You stare at him dumbly. What have you just done?

His hands curl on the meat of your hips and you yelp in surprise. You need to abort this mission, immediately, but now he’s the one who’s not letting you go.

“So?” He says mockingly. “You were in such a hurry to invade my space, and now you’re acting shy?”

He is well aware of how ridiculous the whole setup is, that he should let go, but you are staring at him with wide, surprised eyes, that he can’t help himself and see how far you’ll let him go.

“Talking big from the guy who’s been stalking me for weeks!”

You’re desperately trying to find your footing again; what the hell were you thinking?

“I wasn’t stalking you! You’re truly hard to know!”

“What?”

You need to check your bearings for a second: when did you fall in a Beckett play?

“I just said that you are hard to know.”

“And you thought that… whatever that was, was an actual good idea? Aren’t you supposed to be the smart guy?”

“You are acting dumb yourself, love, straddling your supposed stalker like that!”

The whole situation is so surreal, that the two of you stare at one another, and start laughing, until you are both breathless, and your faces are incredibly close.

He is pretty, extremely so, long eyelashes and high cheekbones, a beautiful, kissable mouth when it’s not curled in his signature, mocking smile. His eyes are slightly unfocused, the brilliant blue losing against the expanding pupil. And he is so warm, his hands on your hips clench and unclench, following the fast rhythm of his breathing.

You hadn’t realize how handsome he is and now he is taking your breath away.

He licks his dry lips and you can’t help but follow the motion, imagining how his tongue would feel against your cunt. Without you even noticing, your hips start moving again against the rough material of his jeans, your lips hovering over his, his hands pushing your closer against his hard cock, you two moan, lips almost touching and he decides to take the matter in his own hands.

Grabbing your nape, he pulls your face towards his, tongue entering your parted mouth without asking for permission, seeking your clumsily, and you let him take the wheel.

He’s desperate in the way he is kissing you, no finesse or control, just his mouth slanted against yours, his tongue fucking your throat and his hands in your hair to keep you where he wants you. You’ve been kissed better, but never with such a passion and need. You can barely breath, your body crushed against his, and you don’t care.

You are both breathless when your lips part, a thin line of spit connecting the two of you.

“Please, tell me you have a condom.” You beg, your forehead finding home against his.

“I don’t. I’ve never -”

The embarrassment in his voice stops you.

Oh Christ on a bike, you think, oh fuck. This, you didn’t expect. Not that you’re an expert yourself, only having a past relationship to account for, but your ex hadn’t been a virgin, you were.

“I’m sorry.” You say, trying to dismount, to no avail, his hands are like manacles on your hips.

“Stay.”

The way he says it, he’s not begging you, he’s telling you what to do and you feel it in your cunt, molten heath growing there, expanding in your tummy, turning your legs into jelly.

“I’m not going to have unprotected sex.”

Michael cocks his head to the side, his eyes dark with need.

Never, not even in his wildest dreams, he had imagined to find himself in this position. If he’s not going to have sex with you, and he will not without a condom, he’s not stupid, he still wants to quench the thirst he sees in your eyes and feels in his own loins.

“Me neither.” He pushes you downward against his painfully hard cock, the friction delicious and cruel.

You hide a moan against his neck, your lips landing where his pulse is, sucking the sweaty skin with desperation. You start canting your hips again against the rough material of his jeans, his hands helping you find the right angle against his erection, pain and pleasure take possession of your body, your lips desperate on his, your teeth biting his lower lip and he forces you even tighter against his crotch and it hurts, the pleasure burns your skin when he grinds your hips, your clit feeling the brunt of his punishment even through the layers your are wearing. Your hands grab his hair and his hide under your skirt, his long fingers grabbing your ass, squeezing hard, nails catching in worn fabric: he needs you, needs to become one with you.

He whimpers when you bite his shoulder through his sweater, one hand finds its way under your jumper and rakes down your back, you whimper, so close, so close.

Your orgasm shatters you, your teeth biting Michael’s shoulder harder and deeper as he keeps rutting against you; you want to tell him it’s too much but he’s making delicious sounds, half strangled moans of pleasure that inflame your body again, a smaller orgasm hitting you when he comes, his face hidden against your neck.

“Is anyone there?”

The haziness of pleasure is broken the second you hear footsteps heading in your direction, and panic follows.

Mrs Daniels, the librarian pokes her head in the small alcove at the far end of the library.

“Sorry to interrupt you.” She says. “Did you hear strange sounds just now?”

The two students stare owlishly at her: poor kids must be studying their arses off. They look like they’ve just ran a marathon, hair sticking at weird angles, and the boy’s cheeks are apple red. Youngsters these days!

“No. We were having a chat, a little break.” Says the one behind a huge row of books.

“Yeah, we were just chatting.” Adds the one she thinks is named Michael, with a smile she can’t truly decipher.

“Oh well, I must have been mistaken then, there’s only the two of you around at this point. Goodnight then.”

The second you two are positive the older woman is far away enough, you two start laughing, barely hiding your guffaws behind your hands.

“Well.” You manage to finally say. “That was close!”

You try not to feel embarrassed when your eyes land on Michael, whose stare is piercing behind his thick glasses.

“Yeah. And I still don’t know your name.”

Heath pools in your lower tummy at the way his voice is low and raspy, desire clear in the way he rakes his eyes down your body.

“You can always come by my dorm and find out.”

Christ, the way Michael’s lips curve, tells you he’s going to discover more than your name tonight.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

[fisshbones]

Halloween head cannons with genshin characters!

A/N: yes I’m aware it’s September, do i care? Not at all. In-fact (almost) every month of the year I celebrate Halloween! I just love the colours and vibes. So i bring you part 1 of the halloween head canons!!

Cw: None! Sfw, Gn reader! Could be read as platonic or romantic!

Scary Movies! Lyney, Lynette, Freminet. 🍿

It was Lyney’s idea to watch scary movies. His plan was to put a scary movie on so you would jump into his arms when you were scared! It was the perfect plan, key word was. He really should have read up on what this movie entails. Cause this man was a scaredy cat. He jumped at every noise. You’d think working for the fatui would make him less afraid of this stuff but apparently not. He’s not alone within his fear. Freminet is holding onto Pers for dear life. Though unlike his brother he’s not waking up the entire neighborhood screaming. Then there’s Lynette who is still as a board. Not scared in the slightest but highly invested in this movie. She originally kept trying to shush her brother and his dramatics, but eventually gave up. She’ll let you hide your self in her shoulder, just don’t move or make too much noise.

Haunted Houses! Hutao 👻

One question. What the hell were you thinking taking her to a haunted house?? You can’t tell who’s scaring you more, her or the scare workers? Whenever the atmosphere is too quiet or your grabbing a snack from a food truck; Hu Tao will come sneak right up behind you and say “Boo!” while poking/grabbing your shoulders. One time you screamed so loud and dropped your food she was giggling like a maniac. While everyone around you stared at you guys for a solid 30 seconds. (can you blame them? nothing creepy happens in the food court, normally atleast)

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[roosterforme]

Beer Boy and Sugar: The First Lost Year (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Part of the Lost Years series for Beer Boy and Sugar

Warnings: language, longing, angst (series fits chronologically between Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time)

Banner by @mak-32

Year One

"Bradshaw."

Bradley was pulled out of his comfortable daydream when he heard Natasha Trace call his name. He looked over at the only friend he'd managed to make since he moved to Rhode Island for flight training five months ago. It turns out, nobody much wants to talk to you when you're a bit of a miserable prick. 

"Yeah?"

She nodded back toward the hangar and said, "Captain Price wants us to use the simulator."

"Right," he replied softly. Once she was gone again, he turned to look out at the rough Atlantic Ocean and shivered in the late October air. He was freezing cold. He was always fucking freezing cold here. He missed Virginia. He missed being warm in his bed in his fraternity house. He missed you.

"No," he whispered, closing his eyes and focusing on some deep breathing. "No. You can't." Every thought of you was painful, and he needed to get past this. He kept promising himself that one day, he would wake up and be on the other side of this ache, but he was such a damn liar. Deep inside, he knew better. 

How was it supposed to stop hurting when all he could think about was you, equally cold in Chicago, wrapped up in his Grateful Dead shirt and listening to their songs? It had already snowed there; he checked the weather frequently. He memorized the University of Chicago campus map and thought about where you might be, always afraid you were in a library study room. With someone else. Because the only thing worse than thinking about you cold and alone was thinking about you moving on with someone new. But you were perfect. Bradley's perfect Sugar. Of course you didn't need to be with him to be happy. 

Eventually he turned toward the hangar and walked through the frigid wind. He completed the simulation perfectly in almost no time. Trace was every bit as good as he was, and Bradley silently rejoiced whenever they were paired together. She was serious but not too serious. She was smart but never cocky about it. She didn't waste a lot of time talking if she had nothing to say. She reminded him a lot of you. 

He wasn't interested in her as anything more than the friend he desperately needed right now, but it was hard to open up to someone new when he could only think about one thing. There were a handful of really attractive women here, but Bradley found himself unable to focus on them. Besides, he finally understood that quality always beats quantity. You started teaching him that lesson as soon as he felt the urge to paint his bedroom door white. 

He avoided the tables full of students in the cafeteria, picking one off to the side instead. He figured if he gave the appearance that he didn't want anyone around, then they would leave him alone. He was only mostly successful.

"Can I join you?" 

When he looked up at Trace's dark brown eyes, he nodded and pulled his tray a little closer to him so she could sit on the other side of the table. "Yeah, sure."

She ate half of her food before she said anything. "Hey, thanks for not being creepy."

He looked at her calm face in confusion. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged and said, "Some of the other guys are a little creepy towards me, Hayes, O'Malley and Butler. They think it's funny to mess with the girls."

"Seriously?" Bradley asked, setting his fork down. "Which guys?" He wished he didn't feel the sudden urge to break something; he'd been able to manage this feeling for a long time, only letting it surface when he wanted to pound Jeff to bits for touching you. It would probably feel good right now if he let this emotion take over for a little bit.

"Don't worry about it," Trace replied easily. "It's nothing I can't handle. I just don't like eating alone if I can help it, because then they come over."

Bradley nodded, picking up his fork again. If there was anything you wouldn't like, it would be Bradley losing his place in the Navy because he couldn't manage to stay out of a fistfight. "You can eat with me whenever you want."

Her muttered, "Thanks," was so soft, he barely heard it. He wanted to tell her not to thank him, but the silence between them felt pretty nice. She took a few more bites before she asked, "So what's your deal, Bradshaw? You're awfully quiet for someone who can pass all of the exams on the first try and makes the simulators look easy."

He laughed. "I could say the same about you."

"I guess," she replied, "but I'm always the one initiating conversation with you, not the other way around. It's a girl, isn't it? You miss your girlfriend?"

She didn't ask it unkindly, but it felt like a slap to his face. He swallowed hard, once again wondering why this hurt so fucking bad after five goddamn months. But he'd never tried to actually talk about you with anyone else. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would. 

He cleared his throat and looked down at his tray. "There used to be a girl. I think maybe she thought she was doing me a favor when she dumped me. Or maybe she was just trying to protect herself. And I can respect that."

"Ouch," came Natasha's soft voice, and Bradley had almost forgotten he wasn't alone. "You were in love with her." 

It wasn't phrased as a question, and once again Bradley felt like she physically hit him. He had never admitted it out loud before right now. "Yeah. I was in love with her." He set his fork down one last time before he met her eyes. "I'm still in love with her."

Later that night, he cried himself to sleep, dying to hear you call him Beer Boy and push your fingers through his hair one last time. Dying to ask you why he couldn't have two dreams.

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You were twenty-two years old. You lived in one of the most exciting cities in the country. And you were single. But you never really felt like going out when the other graduate students invited you. Every time you did go, you ended up at a bar that was way too loud or a frat house that was way too uncomfortable. Nobody knew how to play beer pong correctly, and every guy was wearing a backwards cap.

It made your heart ache.

"Hey." 

You looked up from your computer to see Jared staring at you with a smile on his face and his hat spun backwards on his head. "Alex and I are going to one of the library study rooms and then out to get a beer. You coming?"

Both of those things sounded amazing, actually. But not with him or Alex. Not with anybody at this school or in this city or even in the central time zone. You shook your head. "Thanks, but not tonight. Maybe next week?"

Jared looked dejected. "Aww, come on. You're too pretty to be sitting here working alone." He probably though he was being charming, but he was nowhere close to the level of sweetness you were used to.

You sighed softly and shook your head again. "Thanks but.... maybe next week."

When he finally left, you tried to return your attention to what you had been working on. There was no shortage of classwork or research to keep you busy seven days a week here, and that was a very good thing. Because it was days like this one where you started to think about Bradley and you couldn't stop. As soon as you let the memories creep in, you were done. 

You closed your computer and sucked in a ragged breath. Through the blurry tears filling your eyes, you pulled up the bottom of your hoodie and ran your fingers along the soft, tie dyed cotton of the shirt you were wearing underneath. If you closed your eyes and thought about Virginia, you could almost believe the shirt still smelled like him. You could almost hear him sing what had become your favorite song.  

"Shit," you muttered, standing and shoving your computer into your backpack. You would finish working from your dorm room. You just needed to get out of here right now. 

The icy cold air smacked you in the face as soon as you walked outside. Apparently it started snowing in October here. It had been snowing steadily for days. You missed Virginia. You missed the stupid Beta house. You missed the way Bradley felt like your own personal furnace when he cuddled with you. Sometimes you thought you'd made the worst decision of your life.

The urge to cave and call him as soon as you got to your room and cranked up the heater was so intense. Then you remembered that you broke his heart and your own with a handful of sentences and the admission that you loved him. Well, you still loved him, but he almost certainly hated you. And that was fine. That was completely okay as long as he was focused on keeping himself safe instead of thinking about a long distance relationship. He had a dream bigger than you, and he deserved to live it out.

You curled up in a ball on your bed and listened to Easy to Love You by The Grateful Dead exactly eleven times in a row while you cried. You did the math in your head; that was just over forty minutes of crying. Last week when you broke down, it was closer to an hour. Maybe things were on the upswing now. Maybe the pain would start to fade. It had already been more than five months since you left his room while he sat on the edge of his bed, agony written on his face. 

"Why?" you asked yourself angrily, certain nobody else would ever make you feel as good as he had for the handful of months you'd spent together. He taught you a lot about yourself, and now you understood the importance of giving someone a second chance. How crucial it was to look past the surface. 

You buried your nose in the fabric of the colorful shirt, turned the song on one more time, and fell asleep with unshed tears and a tightness in your chest. When you woke up the next day, you found more snow on the ground when you put on your boots and jacket and headed outside. You remembered exactly where to go, because you'd seen it so many times before. You headed for the tattoo parlor near campus with a pocketful of cash and the hope that this would make you feel better and not worse.

Once you were lounging back with the Grateful Dead shirt pulled up, you pointed to your math tattoo. "I want it just below this one. It's a specific song lyric. And I want it in this font."

The tattoo artist looked at your skin and then the words you'd written out before checking the font you were pointing to in his binder which happened to look a bit like Bradley's tidy script. 

"The Dead," he said with a smile. "I dig it. I can do it for a hundred bucks."

You nodded and handed him the cash, and just a few minutes later, he got to work. If he thought you were crying softly because of the pain from the needle digging into your flesh over and over again, then that was fine with you.

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I'm fine. We are all fine. Year two is up next.

PART 2

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[artyandink]

the art of heresy forged 1982

SUMMARY: Modern day, 2022, and you have no clue what’s going on. You knew what you went through. You knew it was real, but why were there people trying to convince you that everything that happened to you wasn’t real. Hell, you called bullshit. But you get your chance to fight back when you get a call at your door.

TW: psychological torture, traummentions of sex, Ben (cause he’s an individual warning), it’s The Boys so be careful guys, really creepy shit, crack, fluff

STW: voyeurism, exhibitionism, missionary, unprotected sex

A/N - divider by @chachachannah

Song Inspo: Heaven by Julia Michaels

cracked armour

NOVEMBER 1982:

You were in the middle of one of your usual sessions with Ben when the door swung open. Ben had you pinned beneath him, both of you completely absorbed in each other, bodies tangled in the sheets, sweat clinging to your skin, and you were right in the middle of things—no warning, no knock, nothing. Just the door creaking open and the shrill voice of Crimson Countess cutting through the room like nails on a chalkboard.

“What the fuck?”

Ben didn’t even flinch, didn’t pause for a second. He just kept going, driving into you with that same reckless abandon he always had, as if nothing had happened. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but glance over at the door to see her standing there, wide-eyed, her hands on her hips, her mouth twisted in a mix of shock and anger.

“Jesus Christ, Marjorie,” Ben growled without breaking his rhythm. “What the hell do you want?”

You let out a snort, barely holding back a laugh as you gripped the headboard to steady yourself. “Yeah, you can see we’re kinda busy here.”

Marjorie—Crimson Countess—looked like she didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Her perfectly manicured fingers clenched into fists at her sides, and she sputtered for a second before finding her voice. “Busy? You call this busy?”

Ben chuckled, deep and throaty, not missing a beat. “Yeah, sweetheart. Busy. You know, this thing we’re doing here. Real complicated. Takes focus.”

You couldn’t help but throw in your own dig, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you smirked up at her. “You could always pull up a chair, Marj. Take notes if you need ‘em.”

Her face flushed crimson, almost matching the ridiculous red getup she always wore. “You’re disgusting. Both of you.”

“Yeah, well,” Ben grunted, “you’re still standing there, so clearly you’re not that disgusted. Maybe you’re into it.”

“Or maybe you’re just curious,” you added with a wicked grin. “It’s okay. We all know you’re not getting it like this from anyone else.”

That set her off. She threw her hands up in frustration, her voice rising in pitch. “You’re seriously doing this while I’m standing right here?”

“Damn right, we are,” Ben said, his tone casual, as if he was discussing the weather and not in the middle of absolutely wrecking you. “Not like you’re gonna stop us, are you?”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as Ben’s pace quickened, but you were having too much fun watching Marjorie squirm. Her eyes darted between the two of you, disbelief etched into every line of her face.

“This is fucking sick,” she spat, taking a step closer to the bed but keeping her distance like she was afraid to get too close.

“Sick?” you laughed, arching an eyebrow at her. “Nah, this is fun. But you wouldn’t know, would you? Too busy playing PR princess while we’re back here doing the real work.”

Ben let out a bark of laughter. “Real fucking work, yeah.”

Marjorie’s eyes narrowed, and for a second, you thought she might actually lunge at you. But instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, her voice cold. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, Ben, but this is gonna blow up in your face. The public—”

“Fuck the public,” Ben cut her off, his tone sharp. “I don’t give a damn what they think. They don’t matter.”

You grinned up at him, locking eyes as you added, “And neither do you, Marjorie. Not here, not now.”

She looked like she’d been slapped, her lips twitching as she tried to come up with a response. But there was nothing she could say that would matter, not when Ben had made it clear that he didn’t give a shit about her or anyone else.

Ben slowed down just enough to smirk down at you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Think she’ll stick around for the grand finale?”

You laughed, not bothering to hide the wicked gleam in your eye. “Maybe she’ll take a few notes after all.”

“Doubt it,” Ben grunted. “She’s too uptight.”

Marjorie’s face was flushed red, her breathing ragged as she stood there, hands still balled into fists. “You two are fucking insane.”

“Maybe,” Ben agreed, his voice thick with sarcasm. “But at least we’re having a good time. You should try it sometime.”

“I’ll pass,” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. “Enjoy your little game while it lasts.”

“Oh, trust me,” you shot back, grinning. “We are.”

She stood there for another few seconds, her eyes darting between the two of you before she finally turned on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the walls rattle.

“Fucking drama queen,” Ben muttered, his eyes still locked on you, his breath coming in rough, heavy bursts.

You burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the now-empty room. “She really thought she could do something, didn’t she?”

Ben shook his head, still chuckling. “Dumb as a sack of bricks.”

“Yep,” you agreed, your laughter subsiding as you arched your back, pushing up against him. “Now, where were we?”

He grinned down at you, that familiar cocky smile spreading across his face as he rolled his hips again, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through you. “Right about here, I think.”

“Good,” you murmured, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Because I wasn’t done.”

Ben smirked, his grip on your hips tightening. “Neither was I, sweetheart.”

For a moment, the encounter with Crimson Countess was nothing more than a vague memory, something to laugh about later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the way your bodies moved together, the way every touch, every word, sent sparks of electricity shooting through your veins.

You knew this wasn’t normal—not by anyone’s standards. Most people didn’t keep going when someone walked in, especially someone like her. But you and Ben? You didn’t give a fuck. You never had, and you never would.

That was part of the fun.

“Think she’s gonna run crying to PR?” you asked breathlessly, your hands tangling in his hair as he moved faster.

“Let her,” Ben growled, his eyes blazing with that familiar mix of arrogance and lust. “Let her tell whoever the fuck she wants. I don’t care.”

You couldn’t help but grin. That was why you liked being with Ben. He didn’t care about appearances, about what people thought. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and didn’t apologize for it.

And neither did you.

The two of you were a match made in hell, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The tension built between you, the air crackling with electricity as you moved together, faster and faster, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel your muscles tightening, the familiar heat pooling in your stomach as you hurtled toward release, and from the look in Ben’s eyes, he was right there with you.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Show me what you’ve got.”

You bit your lip, a moan escaping your throat as you arched against him, your body shuddering as the tension finally snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath him.

Ben wasn’t far behind, his own release hitting him like a freight train. He let out a low, guttural moan as he collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving with every breath.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the only sign of the chaos that had just unfolded. You lay there, tangled together in the sheets, bodies still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

Eventually, Ben rolled off of you, propping himself up on one elbow as he reached for his discarded cigar. “Think she’s gonna tell Vought?”

You snorted, running a hand through your sweat-dampened hair. “Who gives a shit?”

He lit the cigar, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the room. “Damn right.”

You couldn’t help but grin as you lay there, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle over you. You didn’t care what Crimson Countess did, or what Vought thought. All that mattered was the moment, the thrill of it all, and the fact that, for now, you and Ben were untouchable.

“Next time, maybe lock the door,” you said with a smirk, glancing over at the still-open door.

Ben laughed, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest. “Why? Adds to the fun.”

You shook your head, still grinning as you closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

With Ben, things were always unpredictable, always chaotic. But that was exactly why you kept coming back for more.

2022:

You stood at the stove, spatula in hand, flipping eggs like it was second nature. The sizzle of the pan filled the small kitchen, a comforting sound that grounded you in the present moment. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden hue across the countertop. Everything seemed peaceful, normal even—well, as normal as things ever got.

Behind you, Ben was grumbling as usual. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his broad chest, cigar clamped between his teeth. His face twisted in that all-too-familiar sneer of disdain as he scrolled through his phone, eyes narrowed at the screen like it was personally offending him.

“Jesus Christ,” Ben muttered around the cigar. “What the hell is this shit? Who the fuck needs a phone that talks to you? Back in the day, we just picked up the damn thing and dialed.”

You couldn’t help but snicker under your breath. “Welcome to the future, old man.”

Ben scoffed, taking a long drag from his cigar before blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. “Yeah, well, the future’s fucking stupid. Half the shit they got nowadays is useless. What happened to good old-fashioned simplicity, huh? You know, when a car was just a car and not a goddamn spaceship?”

“You sound like a cranky grandpa,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder at him with a smirk. “Next, you’re gonna tell me how much better everything was ‘back in your day.’”

“Because it was,” Ben shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You didn’t have to deal with all these gadgets and apps and…what the hell’s this thing?” He held up his phone, jabbing a finger at the screen. “A fucking smart refrigerator? Why the hell would I need my fridge to talk to me? Just keep my beer cold and shut the fuck up.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the stove as you scooped the eggs onto a plate. “Sounds like you’re just too old to figure it out, Ben.”

He let out a bark of laughter, stepping closer until you could feel the heat of his body behind you. “Too old? Sweetheart, I’m in my prime. These tech bros just don’t know how to make shit that works.”

“Right,” you replied, sarcasm thick in your tone as you leaned forward to grab a plate. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Ben moved closer, his large hands finding your hips as he pressed himself against your back. The familiar weight of his body was warm and solid, grounding you even as he continued his rant. “You’re telling me you like all this high-tech bullshit? What happened to just waking up, grabbing a cup of coffee, and going about your day without some gadget asking you to rate your sleep or telling you how many steps you’ve taken?”

You laughed softly, your hands steady as you set the plates on the counter. “It’s not that bad. Just different. People like convenience.”

“Convenience, my ass,” Ben grumbled, his voice low in your ear as his hands roamed lazily from your hips up your sides. “It’s just making people soft. Too much reliance on these machines. Hell, half of ‘em probably don’t know how to change a tire anymore.”

You leaned back into him, feeling the rumble of his voice vibrate through his chest. “Well, lucky for you, I’m not one of those people.”

“Damn right you’re not,” Ben muttered, his hands slipping lower, fingertips brushing along the hem of your shirt. He was getting handsy again, not that you minded—usually.

But then, his hand dipped lower, skimming over your stomach, and your body tensed. It was subtle, a brief stiffening of your muscles, but enough that you felt the change. Your breath hitched for just a second, your heart skipping an uneven beat.

Ben didn’t seem to notice at first, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he grunted something under his breath. But you could feel the tightening in your chest, that uncomfortable sensation creeping up on you, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

He paused, his hands stilling for a moment. “You good?”

You forced a chuckle, shaking off the tension as quickly as it had come. “Yeah, fine. Just—got a weird cramp. Probably from standing too long.”

Ben’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t pull away entirely. His breath was warm against your ear as he spoke, his tone more curious than concerned. “Cramp, huh?”

You nodded, turning the stove off and focusing on dishing up the food. “Yeah, nothing serious. Just one of those things.”

Ben was silent for a beat, his gaze lingering on you as if he could sense something was off, even if he didn’t know what it was. But, true to form, he didn’t push. He never was one for digging into emotions, at least not unless they were his own.

“Well, if it’s nothing serious, then I guess we can keep going later,” he said with a smirk, his hands squeezing your hips again before giving you a playful slap on the ass.

You rolled your eyes, the tension in your chest easing slightly as you grabbed the plates. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Damn right,” Ben said, swaggering over to the table like he owned the place. “And you love it.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Despite everything, despite the complicated mess that was your life, there was something comforting about Ben’s rough-edged confidence, the way he bulldozed through every situation like nothing could touch him. It was like having a storm in your corner—loud, chaotic, and impossible to ignore, but also undeniably powerful.

Still, as you sat down across from him, the brief flicker of unease from earlier lingered in the back of your mind, a shadow that wouldn’t quite go away.

Ben took a bite of his eggs, glancing up at you between chews. “You’re quiet today. What, did I finally wear you out?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Not even close, old man.”

“Old?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You wanna talk about old? I’ll show you old when we hit round two later.”

“Pretty sure you’re already on round fifty by now,” you teased, taking a bite of your own food. “Might need to slow down before your back gives out.”

“Fuck you,” Ben grinned, clearly amused. “You wish you could keep up with me.”

You grinned back, the banter lightening the mood, but that tension in your stomach still hadn’t fully disappeared. Ben’s hand on your stomach—it had been nothing, just an absent-minded touch, but it had brought back memories you’d buried a long time ago, memories you didn’t want to face right now.

You shoved them down, locking them away where they couldn’t reach you. Not today. Not while Ben was here, running his mouth about the good ol’ days and griping about technology. You weren’t going to let the past creep in and ruin your morning.

“So,” Ben said, leaning back in his chair and taking another drag of his cigar, “what’s the plan for today? Gonna make me breakfast every morning from now on, or was this a one-time deal?”

You smirked, leaning back in your own chair. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not your maid.”

Ben laughed, a low, rough sound that sent a thrill down your spine. “Damn shame. You make a hell of an omelet.”

You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the half-eaten plate in front of him. “You mean these eggs?”

He shrugged, unbothered. “Close enough.”

Shaking your head, you got up to clear the table, but Ben’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear.

“Let’s skip the dishes,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Got something else in mind.”

You felt that familiar heat rise in your chest, your body responding to his touch despite the lingering discomfort from earlier. But still, there was a part of you that hesitated, a part of you that couldn’t shake the memories his touch had stirred up.

“Ben,” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss, his lips rough and demanding against yours.

Whatever you had been about to say was forgotten, lost in the heat of the moment as you gave in, letting yourself get swept up in the chaos that was Ben. His hands roamed your body, fingers digging into your skin as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

For now, the past could stay buried. You had enough to deal with in the present.

You pulled into Georgia’s driveway, the crunch of gravel under the tires the only sound as Ben sat next to you, looking about as out of place as a bear in a tea shop. He was fidgeting with his cigar, lighting it for the third time since you’d left your place. He glanced at the house with narrowed eyes, lips pulled into a scowl. You could practically see the gears in his head turning.

“Remind me again why the hell we’re doing this?” Ben asked, his voice gruff, irritation evident as he took another drag from his cigar. “I’m not exactly the family man type.”

You chuckled, pulling the keys from the ignition and turning to face him. “Because it’s polite to visit people, Ben. Especially when they’re family. You’ll be fine. Just don’t swear every other sentence, alright?”

Ben scoffed, leaning back in his seat and blowing smoke out of the window. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just sit there like a good little puppy and pretend to give a shit about... what? Kids' soccer games? PTA meetings? Jesus, I’m already regretting this.”

“They’re not asking you to join the PTA, relax. Just... be nice. Try not to traumatize the kids.”

Ben muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t argue further. You both knew this wasn’t his scene—family gatherings, kids running around, small talk with people who weren’t about to get shot or punched. But this visit wasn’t about him; it was about Georgia, your niece, who you hadn’t seen properly in years.

You got out of the car, and Ben followed with his usual swagger, rolling his shoulders as though preparing for a battle. You had to hide a grin—he was more nervous than he let on, and the idea of him being awkward around kids was just plain funny.

As you approached the door, it swung open to reveal Georgia standing there with a broad smile. “Auntie! You’re here!”

She wrapped you in a tight hug, and you smiled, hugging her back. She was all grown up now, in her forties with kids of her own, but she still had that sweet energy she’d always had. There was a part of you that found it almost grating, but the pride you felt for her managed to outweigh the disdain.

“Of course I’m here,” you said, pulling back to look at her. “I’m not gonna miss a chance to catch up.”

Georgia’s gaze flickered to Ben, standing awkwardly beside you, his cigar clenched between his teeth as though it was the only thing holding him together. “And you brought... Soldier Boy.”

“Yeah, well, he’s hard to shake off,” you teased, nudging Ben in the ribs with your elbow.

Ben grunted, giving Georgia a half-hearted nod. “Nice place you got here.”

Georgia smiled, a little unsure of how to respond to Ben’s gruff demeanor but polite as ever. “Thanks! Come on in, both of you. Ryan and the kids are in the living room.”

You and Ben followed her inside, stepping into the cozy warmth of the house. The smell of baking cookies wafted from the kitchen, and the faint sound of children’s laughter echoed from the other room. The normalcy of it all hit you like a wave—this was the life you could’ve had, maybe. If things had been different.

Ryan, Georgia’s husband, was sitting on the couch with their kids—a girl about seven and a boy around eleven. The boy, Liam, looked up at you with curious eyes, while the girl, Ella, was more focused on her tablet.

“Hey, Auntie,” Ryan greeted, getting up from the couch and offering a hand to Ben, who hesitated for a split second before shaking it.

Ben wasn’t much for pleasantries, but at least he was trying. “Ryan,” Ben said, his tone short but not entirely dismissive.

You smiled and sat down next to Georgia on the couch, the familiar comfort of family making you relax. Ben, however, stayed standing for a moment, clearly unsure of what to do with himself before eventually taking a seat next to you, his broad frame practically swallowing the chair.

The small talk began—how the kids were doing, Georgia’s job, Ryan’s latest project at work. Ben mostly grunted in response, keeping his words to a minimum as he watched the kids with a wary eye, like they might attack at any moment.

After a while, Georgia stood up, clapping her hands together. “Alright, Auntie, you ready to help me finish up those cookies?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think I remember how to bake?”

“Come on,” she laughed. “You used to be good at it. Besides, we’ll let the guys bond, right?”

You shot Ben a quick glance. The thought of leaving him alone with Ryan and the kids was mildly amusing, but also concerning. Still, you figured he could manage for a few minutes. “Alright, lead the way.”

As you followed Georgia into the kitchen, you heard Ben grunt behind you. “Don’t take too long. I’m not exactly the babysitting type.”

Ryan chuckled. “You’ll be fine, man. It’s just kids.”

In the kitchen, Georgia handed you an apron, which you waved off, and set out some dough for the cookies. As you started rolling it out, she glanced at you, her expression softening.

“So... what’s going on with you and Soldier Boy? Are you guys... a thing?”

You paused, your hands stilling for a moment before you resumed rolling the dough. “A thing? I wouldn’t call it that.”

Georgia frowned, her curiosity piqued. “But you came here together. You’re, like, a couple, right?”

You sighed, knowing this conversation was going to happen eventually. “It’s... complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

You shot her a look, trying to decide how much to explain. “We’ve got an arrangement. We’re... close, but it’s not exactly the whole flowers and dates kind of deal.”

Georgia tilted her head, trying to wrap her head around it. “So, you’re... not dating?”

“Not in the traditional sense,” you admitted, smirking at how understated that was. “It works for us. We’re both rough around the edges, not really the romantic type, you know?”

Georgia raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t push further. “Alright. As long as you’re happy.”

You snorted. “Happiness is overrated. But yeah, I’m good.”

She didn’t quite seem to buy it but let it go for the moment. Instead, she started telling you about Ella’s latest school project and how Liam was getting into sports, and you let yourself get lost in the simplicity of family life, even if it wasn’t yours.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Ben was having a slightly different experience.

Liam, the eleven-year-old, had been watching him closely ever since you left the room. Eventually, he scooted closer, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Hey, Soldier Boy,” Liam said, his voice hesitant but eager. “Can I ask you something?”

Ben raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ryan, who was distracted by something on TV. “What is it, kid?”

Liam fidgeted, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “How does... uh... how does sex work?”

Ben blinked, completely caught off guard. For a moment, he just stared at the kid, processing what he’d just heard. “What the hell?”

Liam’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I just... I heard some stuff at school, and I thought maybe you’d know.”

Ben sighed, running a hand over his face. This was definitely not in his wheelhouse. He glanced toward the kitchen, silently cursing you for leaving him alone with this.

“Look, kid,” Ben started, leaning forward, “sex... it’s complicated. You don’t need to worry about it yet. But when the time comes, you do it like a man.”

Liam blinked. “Like a man?”

“Yeah,” Ben continued, clearly out of his depth but powering through anyway. “You don’t... overthink it. Just, you know, be confident. Be in charge.”

Liam nodded, though he looked more confused than enlightened.

“Right,” Ben muttered, realizing how unhelpful he was being. “Look, maybe ask your dad, alright?”

Just then, Ryan glanced over, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Ask me what?”

Liam hesitated, glancing between his dad and Ben before shaking his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow but let it go. Ben, on the other hand, was desperately hoping the topic would never come up again.

Back in the kitchen, you were helping Georgia place the cookies on a tray when you heard Liam’s voice echo from the living room, asking about sex. You froze, eyes widening as you shot Georgia a look.

She chuckled nervously. “Uh... should we intervene?”

You shook your head, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Let’s see if Ben can handle it.”

After a few minutes, you and Georgia returned to the living room, carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies. Ben was still sitting on the chair, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, while Liam was quietly munching on a cookie, his mind clearly still processing whatever Ben had said.

“So,” you said, setting the plate down on the coffee table, “everything go alright while we were gone?”

Ben shot you a look that could’ve melted steel. “Peachy.”

Georgia laughed, shaking her head as she sat down next to Ryan. “Well, I’m glad you two could make it. It’s been a while.”

You smiled, relieved that the worst of it was over. “Yeah, it’s good to catch up. Even if Ben here had an... interesting conversation with Liam.”

Ryan chuckled, glancing at Ben. “So, how’s your visit been?”

Ben cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. “It’s been... different.”

Georgia gave you a questioning look, clearly curious about the nuances of your relationship with Ben. You just shrugged, deciding to keep things light.

“Different is one way to put it,” you said, glancing at Ben. “But it’s been good.”

You and Ben trudged back into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind you with a familiar thud. The evening had been a whirlwind of awkward interactions and half-baked explanations, and you were more than ready to escape into the solace of your own space. Ben, still visibly perturbed by the entire experience, tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and slouched against it with a sigh.

“Well, that was a goddamn circus,” he muttered, reaching for the bottle of whiskey you both kept in the cupboard. He poured himself a generous glass, taking a long swig before turning to face you. “Never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to be back here.”

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and tried to shake off the strange discomfort that had lingered from the visit. Your thoughts had been preoccupied with a myriad of things throughout the evening—your niece’s sweetness, the kids’ innocent curiosity, and a gnawing sense of something unspoken.

Ben caught your distant look and raised an eyebrow. “Something on your mind?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance as you grabbed a glass for yourself and poured a modest amount of whiskey. The amber liquid swirled inside the glass, offering a brief distraction from the conversation you were about to dive into. “Just thinking. That’s all.”

Ben took another sip, clearly not buying your casual demeanor. “Thinking about what? Don’t tell me you’re still stuck on how I handled the kid’s question about sex.”

You winced slightly, the memory still vivid. “Not exactly. Just… other things.”

Ben’s eyes narrowed, his expression softening with a touch of genuine curiosity. “Like what?”

You hesitated, weighing whether or not to dive into the topic. The conversation about kids had been avoided during the visit, and it wasn’t exactly a subject you were eager to tackle. But Ben’s probing look made it clear he wasn’t going to let it slide.

“Well, since you asked,” you said, taking a deep breath and settling into a nearby chair. “I was just thinking about… if we’d ever wanted kids.”

Ben’s face twisted in thought as he settled into the chair opposite you, his posture casual but attentive. “Kids, huh? Funny you mention that. I’ve definitely thought about it before.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You have?”

Ben nodded, taking another swig from his glass. “Yeah. Back when I was with Marjorie, we had these… grand plans, you know? The whole family thing. Thought it’d be great to have a kid or two running around. But then life happened, and… well, I guess that’s not on the cards anymore.”

You nodded, a touch of sadness flickering across your face despite your efforts to stay composed. “Yeah, life happens.”

There was a brief silence as Ben stared into his glass, the room filled with the soft clinking of ice. You could sense the weight of his unspoken regrets and the path his life had taken, and it struck a chord with you. But you were far more adept at masking emotions than Ben, and you focused on maintaining your tough exterior.

“Did you ever want kids?” Ben asked, breaking the silence, his eyes still fixed on his drink.

You hesitated, your fingers gripping the edge of your glass a little tighter. “I don’t know. I never really thought much about it.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Never? Not even when you were younger?”

You shook your head, forcing a casual tone despite the tightness in your chest. “Not really. Things were always so… unpredictable. I guess I never thought I’d have a stable enough life to think about having kids.”

Ben leaned forward, his expression softening. “You know, I always figured you’d be great with kids. You’ve got that… protective streak.”

You looked away, feeling a pang of unease. “Yeah, well, things don’t always work out the way you plan.”

Ben took another drink, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrent of tension. “True enough. But sometimes, it’s worth thinking about what might have been, you know? Even if it’s just for a moment.”

You nodded, the words hitting closer to home than you’d expected. “Yeah, I suppose.”

The conversation fell into another silence, the clinking of glasses and the faint hum of the city outside filling the void. You took a sip of your whiskey, trying to steady your nerves as you thought about the life you’d lived and the choices you’d made.

Ben broke the silence with a chuckle. “You know, I think we’d have made a hell of a team if we’d ever decided to have kids.”

You managed a wry smile. “Yeah? How’s that?”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, you’d be the strict one, keeping them in line, and I’d be the one teaching them how to break the rules.”

You chuckled despite yourself, shaking your head. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Ben’s grin widened. “You’d have made a great mom, you know.”

The compliment, however casual it was, made you stiffen. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Thanks. I suppose.”

Ben seemed to pick up on the shift in your mood, though he didn’t comment on it directly. Instead, he just took another drink and studied you with a thoughtful look. “But hey, we’re still here, still kicking. And that’s something.”

You nodded, managing a small smile. “Yeah. That’s something.”

The conversation drifted away from the topic of kids as you both delved into more trivial matters, the evening winding down with a sense of settled familiarity. But the discussion had left you with a lot to think about. Ben’s offhand remarks about children and what could have been stirred up old emotions, ones you weren’t entirely prepared to confront.

As the night wore on and you both settled into a more relaxed routine, the weight of the earlier conversation lingered, a reminder of the paths you’d taken and the choices you’d made. And while Ben seemed content to move on, you found yourself grappling with the implications of what might have been, even as you masked your thoughts with a veneer of nonchalance.

Fuck.

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[attackurheart88]

hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!

“Are you a magician?”

Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.

Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.

“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.

“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-

Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.

“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”

Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.

Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.

But he was wrong.

“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.

“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.

Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.

“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

__________

- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side

- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back

- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way

- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.

- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.

- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.

Headcanons:

- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do

- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him

- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile

- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.

- He does anything to make you feel better

- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse

- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side

- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you

- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm

- Sometimes

- Despite his affection for you

- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”

- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you

- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things

- Like robbing a bank

- Killing sprees

- Singing off key

- Rizzing Illumi

- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)

- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe

- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles

- Your life with him is fun and chaotic

- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention

- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself

-In the end, it's a win-win

[mundoperla]

Vincent Sinclair with a shy S/O

One day a bunch of teenage boys come and there openly flirting with her, while she did the job for Bo since there was no females to flirt with.

She came back to Vincent aggressively painting nude paintings of her in explicit positions something he’d never do because he was too shy. Catching her watching him, he finally did what he wanted to do out of anger

Sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do nsfw if you don’t want too <3

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEGI

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.🔞

Vincent Sinclair x shy Fem!Reader

•

— Despite your reserved shy nature, you’ve got someone who’s the exact same eating that act up behind the scenes.

⚠️‼️tws;; creepy ass dudes saying creepy ass things, brief mentions of violence, vinny boy having indecent thoughts abt you, p in v SEX👺, fingering kind of??, overstimulation, basement sex too ig u could call it

i want him so bad

Lester hand already let you and his brothers know another group was being directed to Ambrose so guests were expected at some point in the day. Bo had asked you to stay at the station while he went back to the house to retrieve a few things, you understood what to do and what to say, how to be even just the smallest bit comforting despite being aware of what was to come to the unfortunate few who were to step foot into the town.

The loud honking of a car horn had startled you from the mindless scrolling you were doing on your phone, looking up through the glass doors to see a group of boys roughly around college age in the vehicle. Two of them had gotten out and walked into the shop, the usual ask of a fan belt was brought up and you got to your fake search for one.

“ Are all the girls around here as fine as you are? “ one of them whistled at you, you could feel your stomach drop in disgust but you merely laughed it off and continued to stay on the subject of the fan belt they needed. Reluctantly trying to swerve into a different conversation just so that the comment could be forgotten.

“ Hey come on now, he asked you a question and you’re not gonna answer ? How ‘bout once we finish up fixin’ our car you come out with us ? ” The second one stood straight behind you, his eyes were glued to you which made your anxiety worse.

“ I don’t think so. There isn’t a fan belt here it looks like.. try the house further up the road, not that far of a walk from down here. Bo should have spares up there. ” at this point you just said fuck it to trying to remain calm, you were screaming on the inside looking for every excuse in the book to get these fuckers to piss off.

Despite your efforts, they kept insisting that you leave the town with them to go who knows where. The last three guys in the vehicle outside poking their heads out to gawk at you like the pair inside. You were exhausted, tired, and you wanted more than anything for them to leave.

But most importantly, you wanted to see Vincent.

You weren’t too sure where he was or what he was doing, you naturally felt too afraid to bother him whilst he could be working. But god damn did you need to see him right now.

Luckily for your sake, Bo had came back. He could tell by your body language that you were uncomfortable, giving you a look of what could almost be described as worried.

“ You can head out, Vincent’s probably in his lil’ cave. I’ll take it from here.”

• • •

Vincent’s hands trembled as he hastily sketched onto the sketchbook he had flat on his desk. He felt sick at the thought of any of those men eyeing you down.

He wasn’t upset at you for anything that had transpired, he was upset that your timidness was turning him in at the most inconvenient time.

Bo had buzzed in to let Vincent know what had happened, to which Vincent was furious for but he also wanted to be there for you while it happened.

But of course, his mind wandered.

Would you cower if he made a bold comment towards you? Would you stutter on your words if he called you gorgeous? Would you do all of these while he made you writhe on his-

This was dirty.

Your shyness was always adorable to him, one of his favorite things about you to be exact. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of these raunchy thoughts so instead he uses his own abilities to get as close as possible to seeing you in your most vulnerable.

His head could only be filled with mental images of you in positions he couldn’t even name. His hands merely transfering it onto the paper in front of him, ripping each page of his sketchbook out onto the floor to later shove in a folder somewhere where nobody could ever see but him.

For fucks sake, now was an inappropriate time to be aroused. Yet his own desires persisted leaving him more frustrated than before. HE deserves you, HE’S the only one who should make you flustered and leave you stuttering. You understand this too dont you?

Would you still be shy if he had you stripped entirely for him on his bed? when he had you bent over his lap as he curled his fingers inside of you? Jesus the mess you’d make on him would drive him bat shit crazy. He’d completely shatter you in fromt of all of those men to show who you belonged to. He can’t stop this, god he needs you so terribly bad it hurts. Won’t you-

“ Vincent? ”

His head snapped to his left where you were standing. He didn’t hear you come down.

You picked up some of the sketches from the floor and stared at them, the same familiar blush creeping up on your cheeks the more you looked as well as scanning the page he was almost completed with. Vincent was relatively open with you about many things, but never with sexual topics out of fear you’d be disgusted.

All he could do was look at you, unsure of how to react by being caught drawing his own set of ‘material’ of just you. You’re equally as flustered as he is, however you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as he was.

You open your mouth to speak again but you’re immediately cut off as Vincent slams his sketchbook onto the floor and tosses you up on his table, hurrily moving his mask up to reveal only his lips to clash into your own. His calloused fingers are roaming your legs and all along your torso, everything is moving so fast you’re completely left with no room to cower. His mouth moves down from your jawline to your neck, further down as he begins to practically rip apart the shirt you were wearing, coincidentally it being one of his own.

“ Hey- H-hey Vincent! ”

Your words go through one of his ears and out the other one, he needs you now and he’s tired of waiting. He’s still pissed off from earlier, he needs to mark you, leave your brain scrambled so you can only think of him, let you and everyone else know who exactly it is you belong to. His long black hair drapes over his masked face, pooling through your fingers as you grab a handful of it whilst he continues to rip apart your clothing, leaving you completely bare on his table.

He’s struggling with his jeans to get them off him all whilst trying to scoot you closer to the edge. Once he’s fully put of his own garments he wastes no time inserting himself into you.

Vincent wont wait for you to adjust to his size, he’s rutting into you like a man possessed. His hands are squeezing your hips tightly, leaving deep purple bruises in their place. The mask still left his lips uncovered, enough for him to bite and kiss at your chest and shoulders.

It felt like the tip was battering the inside of your cervix, with every thrust it felt as if he was fucking all the air out of your lungs. There was only so much you could do in this position — let out one pathetic whine after the other as your boyfriend completely obliterated you.

Where can he cum first? your face? your stomach? your back? in your mouth? keep squeezing him the way you’re doing now and he’ll fill up your cunt with his load until he’s completely run dry.

Vincent purposely edges himself, he won’t let himself have his own release until he feels like you’ve had enough of your own.

You’ve came for him more times than you can count, your pussy feels so sensitive the more he rips another orgasm out of you. You’re well aware he’s enjoying the sight of his pelvis and his thighs covered in your juices.

All the pretty sounds you let out are his notion to keep going, flipping you on your stomach to have you bent over for him, one hand still firm on your hip whilst the other lands occasional slaps onto your ass. You’re gonna stay down here until he’s done.

Or at least until another buzz of the radio comes in.

“ Three on their way to you, last two’re at the house with me now. Be ready. ”

You can feel Vincent squeeze you ince more before pulling himself out of you begrudgingly. The sudden feeling of emptiness causing you to whine.

He wasn’t done yet. He had more to do with you.

Your hands manage to reach out to grab the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him in for another kiss. Despite his previous behavior this is what flustered him the most.

Putting your semi-torn clothing back onto you, he carries you over to the mattress he had settled in the corner of his workspace. He began to walk to tbe stairs to handle the guests that would be arriving soon, just before leaving he hears the ting of your voice;

“ When you get back let’s continue where we left off! ”

•••

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire: So Afraid

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: Madonna learns her power.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: I dont wanna spoint things so just proceed with caution. DM me if you'd like specifics before reading. I dont think its as bad as other things but.... you'll see

3.1k words (so sorry)

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BTW if you dont read the lyrics usually i feel it really hits hard this time

I been alone All the years So many ways to count the tears I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and the sun are gone Black as night Agony's torn at my heart too long So afraid Slip and I fall and I die. ~ Go Insane, Fleetwood Mac

“He’s fucking unraveling.”

Ben is pacing inside the sanctuary, Will leaned against the wall listening to him rant. They were waiting for the others and Madonna, having to perform a healing ritual. As far as Will could tell, she was going to be okay outside the lasting scars and the mental terror, and she was past the point of miscarrying from the incident, but the people needed assurance. They needed to feel a part of something. The doors were opened other guard had seen what had happened, and from what he and Ben had heard from the rumblings of the people, they were nervous. Unsettled.

Will had to set the course straight, concocting a story of possession and torment by demons to explain Santi’s behaviors… which of course cleared Santi of responsibility but still left Delta scarred. He continued to listen to Ben’s rants.

“He’s gonna fuck it all up. Doesn’t he know more than anyone what we’re doing here? He could have killed the savior.”

“And Madonna.” Will reminds him, but Ben turns to glare at him.

“I’m aware of that. I’m aware of how important Madonna is, you don’t think I love her too? You don’t think I’ve spend every night in her bed-”

“Next to Frankie.”

Ben stopped, stepping forward and looking like he might start a fight. He was drunk, and when Ben was drunk he was either madly horny or ripe for anger fits. Will’d seen him kill a man with his bare hands at a orgy for kissing Frankie. Orgies were orgies, but Santi kept rules around Frankie, rules that had been enforced by Ben’s rage he pushed down below his crown of sunshine on his hair.

But then Frankie opened the door.

“Hey guys.” He walked in his formal wear, and Will had to admit he understood why everyone wanted a piece of him. His eyes were bright in the yellow light.

“Where’s Madonna?” Will asks.

“She’s finishing eating, Rey’s with her. I wanted to talk to you guys alone.”

Will nods.

Ben seems frustrated, crossing his arms in that pout he likes to do. ”I don’t like her alone with him.”

“He’s her personal guard, Benjamin. We have to trust him.”

He shakes his head. “We should rotate her guard so no one gets attached. You know how she breaks down everyones walls better than anyone, Frank.” There was a bit more bite than Frankie expected after the close nights they’d been spending in each other's arms next to Madonna, but when Ben was drinking it was always a bit of a guess.

“He’s her only friend. The first friend she’s had since we decided to set her dad on fire. I think we can allow her-”

“UUUUGGGHHHHHHHHH” Ben rolls his eyes and his whole head in annoyance. “Can’t she just be friends with Iris?”

Will spoke up now. “I think you ensured that won’t happen.”

“And you ensured she can’t trust Jonah” Frankie snapped, not sure why he was defending Ben. He didn’t know he did anything half the time.

Sighing, Will scrubbed his face and then held out his hands. “Both of you relax. I’ve got it taken care of. I doubt Rey has any interest in Madonna, but considering I don’t this Iris is putting out with him, we can’t be too sure. And considering what Pope did to her, we can’t have her falling into his arms. I’ve got it.”

Frankie nodded. “Rey doesn’t have eyes for anyone but Iris.”

Ben’s drunk anger shifted to his horny drunk. “To bad Madonna doesn’t have eyes for Iris.” He looked far away, smiling, no doubt thinking of their wife fucking the pretty cook. Will couldn’t deny she was beautiful… it was a wonder she was unclaimed by the time her punishment began.

A smack from Frabkie broke Ben out of his thoughts. “Ow!”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“I can dream!”

Will was about to shout at them all to shut up when Pope opened the door. He wore a red tunic, reminding Will of pictures he’d seen of pentecost robes from the before. Not as tight as Frankie, but Frankie gained more weight in recent years. 

“Gentlemen.” He greeted, eyes raking over Frankie’s form. “Are we ready?”

Everyone nodded, Frankie doing his best to hide the anger, the furry, the disgust he felt at Santi. He could hurt him, but how dare he hurt Madonna?

Will nodded over to the entry to the church. “Frank, Ben, start the prayers. We’ll come out in a bit when Madonna arrives.”

Pope narrowed his eyes, but told Ben and Frankie to go, watching Frankie’s ass as he walked through the curtains to the congregation. 

“You couldn’t be more obvious, you know.”

He breaks Santi out of his lustful view.

“Hm?”

“Everyone knows you want Frankie more than anything. Can’t keep your eyes off him.”

Santi attempts to brush his concerns away with a whisk of his hand. “I love all my spouses.”

“You love Frankie.”

“I love him, Ben, you, Madonna.”

“You just want the savior-”

Rushing close to Will, Santi presses his chest against his lover and whispers in a harsh tone. “The savior is a part of her!”

Will grips his tunic, keeping them pulled close as he whispers in his ear. “You need. To calm. Down. Breaking her breaks the savior. Breaking her breaks the whole community. You are losing touch with reality and if you do not get. Your shit. Together. Everything will come crumbling down.” He pulls back just far rough to meet his eye and walks forward, backing Santi up until his ass hits the slab of marble they all deflowered their wife on. A faint trace of her blood remained.

Santi was panting, chest heaving and his cock rose in his robes. “Everything I do is for our community. Who do you think got her pregnant? We’re going to save this doomed earth, we’re bring The One Mighty and Strong to earth and Divine Mother will finally let us all be happy.”

“Santi…” Will caressed Santi’s face, enjoying how easily Santi submitted. Frankie was easy. Frankie melts at the simplest touch of anyone who shows him affection. Santi only submits to him. “You need to relax. She’s pregnant, and she’ll be okay. The savior is coming. You just need to-”

“Don’t tell me what to-” He begins to snap at Will, but before he can finish he’s turned around and bent over the altar. His tunic is being pulled up, and when his hands move to stop him, they are pinned down to the cold stone. “WHat are you doing?”

Spitting on his hole, Will lines his cock up at Santi’s ass and leans in. “You hurt Madonna. You need to learn a lesson.”

*

You enter at your cue, giving Rey’s hand a squeeze before he lets go to open the door. You hated this, you hated being out in public knowing everyone knew what was done to you. Will said Pope was possessed, that he was fighting a battle with the devil, spiritual warfare and he needed prayers, he needed your strength. You had to be strong for him. You forgave your husband and felt sympathy he was in so much pain… But why do you still want to recoil when he touches you? You were sleeping in your bed again, but one always accompanied you to help if the nightmares returned…. You never slept when it was Santi’s arms around you

Francisco and Ben were leading the congregation in prayers, praying for Pope’s strength in his battle and you prayed along, Francisco getting up to walk you down to the raised area. You remember, as you always did, walking down the aisle on your wedding day, unable to bare looking at them for too long, finding solace in Jonah’s eyes… Now he was talking nonsense, and you were worried about him.

The other day, early morning, you’d slipped out of Ben’s arms to find something to eat. Baby was kicking, apparently wanting sugar and you hoped Iris wasn’t up. Things were tense between you, and you could make your own pancakes. You had, of course, thanked her profusely for caring for you when… when it happened, genuinely grateful for the care she showed you… You wanted to be her friend again, god you really did, you wanted to go back to singing with Rey and her and Jonah in the kitchen… but something in the air had shifted.

Wish granted, Iris wasn’t there. Jonah was. He was drinking coffee, PJ pants slung low on his hips… No shirt. He had a lean body even at his age, hip bones prominent below the weak elastic and a trail of hair going down-

When the floor under you squeaks, Jonah stands up fully, shuffling to move behind the kitchen table. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be alone…”

“Baby wants pancakes.” You rub your stomach. He’s not looking at you. You make a move to the cabinets, But Jonah cuts off your path.

“I got it, you should rest.”

Your shoulders slump. “I’m not a baby, I’m just carrying one. Let me do it.”

Jonah shakes his head. “Please, just… let me.” He gives you a small smile. “I know you’re not a kid. They should all be afraid of you, Madonna.”

He made good pancakes.

*

Will and Pope returned from their prayers in the sanctuary, Pope looking… Off. He looked ruffled, confused, his eyes a little glassy… maybe Will exercised the demon out?

Pope began his prayers. “Our beloved Madonna, Holy and Beautiful, our maternal bride, has suffered pain and scarring from the demonic attacks of the devil, we must pray for heeling over her body.”

Will’s hands reach for the back of your dress, lowering the zipper when you gasp, jolting away and turning back to him. “What are you doing?!” You whisper, eyes watering with panic. Francisco mutters Will’s name, but he ignores him, opting to pull you close. He cups your face, whispering in your ear.

“They need to see the wounds, Madonna. They need to see you’re healing, they're worried.”

“But… I don’t wanna be naked, Will.” You turn to glance at the crowd, catching Pope glare. You shiver. “There’s people here who made fun of me…”

His fingers lay your hair down. “It’s just your dress, Madonna. Don’t worry, we’re right here. Trust me.” 

Echoes of the past flitter in your head.

I’m going to touch you, just stand there and take it. Trust me.

Will unzipped your dress, the fabric pooling down around your ankles. Murmurs wave over your body, whispers from the people who loved you. Were they mocking you? Were they laughing?

Just down to her underwear, Francisco.

Your bandages were off, but the skin was marred horrifically. It was bad enough those in the back could see it spreading over your pregnant stomach. Were there jealous women in the crown? Your dorm mates that didn’t understand why you were chosen?

Will’s hands find the clasp of your bra, and you tense again. “Will?”

“Just relax, Madonna. Relax for me. Don’t worry.”

It’s just me, it’s just external, don’t worry.

When his hands went for your underwear, you didn’t protest. 

You stood naked, your scared body on display for the whole congregation.

Your husbands stood at your side, each laying a hand on your stomach as the crowd began to pray. You felt like you were being punished, humiliated. What did you do wrong? Your lip quivers, panic rising in your chest again. No, no you would not melt down here. You see a woman who was particularly nasty to you… she tried to make you eat a worm because you didn’t say hi to her when you were 10 and she was 12… You were in one of your “no talking episodes” as your dad called them, the playground was too loud, your new bra you had to wear adding a sensation to your skin you hated… she took it personal, and tormented you for the next 12 years. She was smirking. 

You feel Ben’s hand on your ass, coping a feel.

You think of Will’s lies.

You look at Santi, his eyes only on your stomach. 

You look at Francisco, not saying the prayers and looking at Be’s hand on your ass.. Did you and the baby even matter to him? Why was he so disconnected?

You didn’t feel sad anymore.

You were angry.

“Kneel.”

Your voice, while quiet, makes the four of them turn to you, surprised by you. But no one moves.

“Kneel. If you’re praying for my healing, kneel.” You don’t look at them.

Santi speaks. “We don’t kneel to you, Madonna. You kneel to us.”

Your body wants to shake, you want to fold like you do every time a boundary is crossed but you don’t. 

“I am carrying the savior. I am more important than your ego.” You say, firm in your stance and keeping your voice steady. “Pray to the divine mother to protect me, if you really want this child,” you turn to Pope. “And to forgive your sins.” You turn to Francisco now, his eyes wide with fear. “Get on your knees. I know you know how.”

There was a beat of silence, everyone waiting for Pope’s movement, you knew. Then, Francisco kneels to you. Then Will. Then Pope. Then Ben, only ever following in what the others do.

When they do, a hush falls over the crowd.

You raise your arms, shouting. “We pray for a hedge of protection around me and my child.”

A voice from the crowd shouts, “hail to the mother and the savior!”

All throughout the room, the congregation echos the sentiments, shouting your praises as the smile grew on your face. They adored you. They loved you. Standing naked wasn’t humiliating, it was power. You feel Francisco’s thumb caress over your bare skin. He smiles as he mouths ‘Hail to the mother.’

*

You were running high on the endorphins, even excited enough to ride Will’s dick despite your protruding stomach. It was an amazing high, knowing the power you held, the power to make Santiago- Pope, you mean- to make Pope kneel at your command… he owed you. He owed you this. When Will fell asleep, you were still wide awake, unable to get the giddiness out of your system… So you slip a nightie over your body, pulling panties on and sneak out of the room. Jonah had said he’d make you more pancakes tonight if you were hungry and boy, baby was hungry. Rey, as predicted, was snoring in his chair and you have to stifle a giggle as you creepy past him, bare feet light on the wood flooring. 

The kitchen was dark, no Jonah… maybe you should go get him. Turning on the kitchen lights you go to exit out the other door, the servants entrance leading to the rooms of Jonah, Iris, and the other guards, but when you did, Jonah was there.

Right away, you knew something was wrong. He wreaked of alcohol, looked like he hadn't slept in days and was piss drunk, stumbling into the kitchen so hard he crashed into you. 

“Jonah-oh- I… was gonna take you up on the pancakes…” You mutter, backing away. “But maybe I can make some for you, you seem-”

He catches your wrist.

“I don’t want pancakes.” His voice is gruffer than you ever have known it. Pressing you against the counter, he crowds you in. 

Your heart beat picks up, instincts telling you to run, run, run…. But you can’t.

“What… what are you…”

His lips brush your neck before you can blink, his movements clunky and strange. “I want you.”

You try to push him away, but he’s much stronger. “Jonah stop! You’re talking crazy, you haven't been well, please, just-” Again, you try to wiggle away but his hand grabs your waist. “Just go to bed.”

Jonah scoffs, laughing sardonically. “Just like that? I tell you I want to fuck you and you say to sleep it off? Jesus christ, do you have no survival instincts? At all?”

“Please… please stop touching me Jonah…” You want to stop feeling his breath on your skin. “I won’t tell anyone. Just stop!” The tears come, crying and scared and trying to smack his hands away desperately and still trying to push out of his grasp.

“You should be screaming, honey, what is wrong with you?” His hand grips your hip, and you need him away from your baby, now.

With a closed mouth scream, you kick his shin and the shock is enough for him to let go so you take off, but he gives chase. Once again, you are pinned to the door. You knew you could scream. You start screaming, and Rey, or Will, or any of the others will be on their way in seconds and you’d be safe… ‘’

“Why are you doing this?” You sob in his arms, his fingers entangling in your hair. He pulls on it, and you close your mouth intime to not yell.

His hand caresses down your arm, making you shiver and feel so, so sick to your stomach. “God dammit, have the broken every fucking piece of you? Is that it?” Why was he so angry at you? What did you do wrong? Did you tempt him? He hand on your waste again, he keeps almost moving it up towards your breasts or down to your ass but never going far. Jonah rests his forehead on yours. “Why won’t you SCREAM!” He shouts his last word so loud in your face, the strong smell of alcohol bursting on your skin and you shout out loud.

“BECAUSE THEY’LL KILL YOU!” Your whole body heaves, panicing and you feel you might throw up. “ThEY’LL KILL YOU AND I’LL LOSE MY DAD AGAIN!”

His face turns into something pained, and while his hand reminds gripped in your hair to keep you there, he pulls back just enough for you to see him run a hand over his wet face. Right before he slammed it through the wall. You couldn’t help it, your body forced you to scream before your mouth stopped the voice, Jonah’s fist curling tightening and pulling your hair against your scalp as you continued to shout. He continued to punch the wall next to your head.

When Will burst through the door, everything went blank. As soon as Jonah was pulled off you, your body slid down the wall where you watched Will pummel Jonah. At some point, arms were wrapped around you, but you couldn’t tell if it was Rey or Frankie. Only the smell of weed narrowed it down.

You didn’t hear much, your ears ringing as you watched blood fly out of Jonah's mouth. Muffles words weren't as loud as the beats to Jonah's body. You were sure other people were in the room... there was shouting... but you couldn't see anything except Jonah going limp, only jolting weakly at each slam of Will's fists.

You aren’t even sure how you made it back to bed.

Shout out to @hornystan for editing, our beloved Frankie in his formal wear

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Spiderman!jungwon x black reader🧍🏽‍♀️

I seen something on Instagram I need it lol

Yn sat outside on her fire escape drawing away on her iPad. It was currently night and a tad bit chilly. Yn clutched her sweater as she looked down at the bright screen.

“Drawing again?”

She looks up with a small smile.

“You know it Spidey” she says tapping the apple pen on the edge of the iPad

“I told you not to call me that”

“Well calling you Spider-Man is just a hassle” she says with a small giggle causing the hero to roll his eyes, not that she could see

“Whatever you say Yn” he says jumping down from the railing and into the chair besides Yn

“Where you coming from?” She asks going back to her drawing

“The corner store. Nothing big. What’re you drawing?” He asks

“This guy I like” she says tilting the iPad in his direction

His eyes go wide at the very amazing drawing of him.

“W-who’s this?” He asks

“His names Jungwon. We’ve been friends for a while” Yn says smiling

“You like this guy?” He asks

“I do actually. He’s a really cool guy” Yn says leaning on his shoulder making him blush

“W-why don’t you ask him out?”

“I don’t think he likes me at least not like how I like him. Plus he’s always with this other girl. Maybe he likes her” she says shrugging

“Maybe he doesn’t”

“I’ll never know. I’m pretty content with the relationship between us”she says shrugging

“You’ll never know unless you ask Yn”

“I know, I’m just to afraid. Is there anybody you like spidey?” Yn asks after yawning

“There is actually” he says looking over at her with a small smile

“What’s she like?” She asks

“She’s a lot like you really. She’s pretty, very kind, she’s really funny, she’s so fucking smart and- are you listening?” He looks over seeing Yn leaning on his shoulder sleep.

“You always do this, not that I mind” he mumbles picking up the darkskin girl and taking her into her room.

He softly lays her down in the pale blue sheets and covers. He stood there and watched her for a moment and not in a creepy way. He sighs before leaving out the window and closing it.

Taking one last look at the sleeping girl, he swings back to his dorm.

“Hey, you were out later than usual” Heeseung says taking off his gaming headset

“Yn likes me” Jungwon says snatching off his mask

“Oh shit. How do you know?” He asks pausing the game

“She just told me! Well she just told Spider-Man” Jungwon says stripping from his suit

“How’d that come about?” Heeseung asks

“She drew a picture of me a-and she thinks I like Marie” he says

“Doesn’t she know Marie’s my girlfriend?” Heeseung asks with a raised brow

“No she doesn’t fuck what am I going to do?” Jungwon asks sitting on his bed

“Well, don’t you like her too?”

“Yeah, I do” Jungwon says laying down on the bed

“Well now that you have this new found information…act on it” Heeseung says going back to his game

“Act on it” Jungwon mumbles as he pulls the blankets over his body

“How do I do that?” Jungwon mumbles as he falls asleep

The next day…

Jungwon found it hard to focus as he kept remembering the conversation he and Yn had. The conversation they had with him as Spider-Man.

“Jungwon? You okay?” Marie asks as they walk the halls of the school

“Just thinking” he says looking around and making eye contact with Yn. She gives him a big smile and wave before walking to her destination

“About her?” She asks causing him to nod

“What’s stopping you from ask her out?” Marie asks genuinely confused

“The two separate relationships we have. She has feelings for Jungwon but will she have feelings for spiderman?” He asks in a whisper

“You’ll never know unless you ask. I’ll catch up with you later” she says leaving Jungwon alone in the halls with his thoughts

He sighs pulling out his phone shooting Yn a quick text

To Yn🤎🐝: Meet at the ice cream parlor. Please

Yn🤎🐝:I’ll be there

Jungwon sighs as he rushes out the school and to the ice cream parlor.

“So what do you want to meet me here?” Yn asks paying for her ice cream

“Let’s sit down first” Jungwon says as he was next in line to pay. Once he pays the two pick a table seat by the window

“I love the ice cream here!” Yn says dramatically making Jungwon smile

“I know that’s why I told you to meet me here” he says

“No it’s not” Yn says putting down the green plastic spoon

“It’s not?” Jungwon asks with a raised brow

“No. It’s not. You have something to tell me” she says making Jungwon groan.

He hated how Yn could just read a person or the room and just know what the real was.

“I do. I do have something to tell you, well more like ask” he says wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans

“Go ahead, we’re friends you can ask me anything” Yn says making Jungwon groan

That friend word. He hated it as of right now.

“That’s it Yn. I-I don’t want to be your friend anymore” he says causing the girl to tilt her head in confusion

“What’re you saying?” She ask with a frown

“What I’m saying is…I-I like you Yn and I know you like me” he says

“How do you know?” She asks with wide eyes

“You Uh…you make it really obvious?” He says in more of a questionable tone

“Huh? Really?” Yn asks folding her arms

“Yeah…but that’s not what the conversation is about” Jungwon says scratching his head and looking off to the side

“So what is it about?” Yn asks

“Us…our relationship or p-possible relationship” Jungwon says blushing

“Okay, speak on it” Yn says wanting to hear exactly what Jungwon wanted

“I, yn- Yn I really do like you and I have for a while” Jungwon says, his eyes now meeting Yn’s

“Really? What do you like about me?” Yn asks smiling making Jungwon laugh a little

“Well for starters your really smart. I’m passing geometry because of you” he says making the dark skin girl smile as she flips the long braids over her shoulders

“Well I mean I am rocking with a 4.0 GPA” she says making him laugh again

“And I’m proud of you. Your also really pretty, talented, passionate, caring, and warm-hearted. Your my breath of fresh air Yn” Jungwon says making the girl gush

“Your breath of fresh air?” Yn asks

“Yes. My breath of fresh air. I really like you and I want to make our friendship a relationship” Jungwon says grabbing both her hands

The girl raises a brow looking down at their hands before looking back up at Jungwon. When Jungwon seen her face he snatched his hands back before nervously laughing

“I mean! That’s only if you want to! Like I’m not trying to rush it or force it!” Jungwon starts rambling

Yn laughs before grabbing his hands again.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Yn asks

“I Uh- yeah. Only if you want to be” Jungwon says with a nervous smile

“Of course. Took you long enough” Yn says with a groan

“What? I had to prepare myself!” Jungwon says as they both start laughing

1 down…1 more to go.

Yn sat on her fire escape with her iPad this time scrolling on tiktok. It had been about month since she and Jungwon got together and the month had to be the best of both of their lives.

The more and more she and Jungwon hung out the less she saw spiderman. It made her frown just a bit because she saw him as a friend. She saw comfort in him

“Drawing again?”

“No. On the clock app” Yn says not looking up knowing who it was

“So what’s up with you?”

“Same old same old. School and work” Yn says shrugging

“Oh yeah, you’ll be a junior next year right?”

“Mhm” she says finally looking up

“Are you okay?”

“Just fine” the girl says looking up at the upside down person

“You sure? Your unusually quiet”

Yn shrugs standing up from the chair. She stands in front of the guy before staring into the white eyes of the suit.

“Seriously Yn what’s going on? Your being weird”

Yn gives him a smile before reaching out pulling down the mask only a little bit to expose his lips

“W-what are you doing?”

“Shh. Let me do my thing” she says making the masked hero nod slowly

Her hands came up to hold his cheeks allowing her thumbs to softly rub over the material of the mask.

She leans in connecting her lips to his defiantly shocking him. But the shock didn’t last long because he started kissing back.

Yn pulls away from the kiss, her thumb running over his bottom lip.

“W-why’d you do that?” He asks

Yn smiles again before taking the whole mask off revealing Jungwon. Her boyfriend

“Because I knew it was my boyfriend under that mask” she says making his eyes go wide

He comes down from his upside down position to stand in front of Yn.

“You knew? I was spiderman?” He asks

“I knew before you asked me to be your girlfriend” she says making his eyes go wider

“W-what? How?!” He asks

“I had my suspicions at first but then I remember spider man getting put on his neck fighting a villain and you have a bruise on your neck” Yn says making Jungwon smack his lips

“That could mean anything” Jungwon says

“A villain bragged about stabbing spiderman on his arm. You have a cut on your arm. You also have a tendency to leave our hangouts when there’s a crime going on” Yn says smirking

“Okay fine. Yes I’m spider man” he says

“I already knew baby” Yn says

“Does this change anything?” Jungwon asks bitting his lip,now worried

Yn giggles before wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking his lips

“Of course not, I just want you to be safe�� Yn says looking at Jungwon in the eyes

Jungwon wraps his right arm around her waist, taking her left hand into his and placing a kiss on it.

“I have to be careful now, especially now that I have you to come back too” he says making Yn smile

“Your so cheesy” she says making him roll his eyes

“Whatever Yn, please tell me you cooked? I’m starving” he says rubbing his stomaching walking through Yn’s bedroom window

“I made burgers” she says shrugging

“Bacon and cheese?” He asks as he takes off the suit

“Lettuce and tomatoes too” Yn says making him groan. He follows Yn to the kitchen who was already putting the burger together

“Your the best baby” he says pecking her cheek

“I know” she says smiling

I enjoyed writing this so whoever requested this thank you!! Continue to request things like this please!!!

Tagging @kairoot and @jamalsblackwife cause I know they were excited for this one🧍🏽‍♀️😭

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"Amber Eyes" Feral Mikey x Reader

Since I can figure out how to make posts longer I figured I can finally post this here to. It's a couple months old so don't mind the bad writing--

((All characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise)) (CW: mentions of nightmares/sleep paralysis) -------------------------------------------------------------

Huh. You almost forgot how many things you could see when you stared blankly at a flat surface. The subtle grooves in the paint making it seem like there were little funky creatures there. Of course, they were harder to spot when looking at the ceiling- and it was dark-- but that wasn't the point. The point, if any, is that it made a good distraction.

From what? The man in the corner of your room. You couldn't see him well, he blended in with the dark very well- but you could feel his gaze on you. He was watching you, waiting. For what? It's not like you could move at the moment. All you could do is breath harshly through your nose, trying to wake yourself up. It wasn't real, you knew that. It didn't stop the fear though. It didn't stop your heart from pumping in your ears, it didn't stop the heavy sense of dread that felt like it was going to make your chest cave in-- it didn't stop the strong urge to cry out for help. You think what makes it worse is that you can't. So when it all went away, and you opened your eyes again for real- a choked gasp left your lips.

You gripped the blankets that kept you warm, pulling them more over your body like it would protect you. You didn't look around at first, just staring ahead while your body tried to calm down from what feels like a marathon. You hated when this happened. Even worse when there was something with you during. At least the man wasn't on top of you, like how it usually went. After a long moment, you quickly scanned your room to make sure there was nothing there. Corners? Nope. Closet? Also no. The window that had amber eyes staring at you? No- WAIT--

This time a shriek made it's way out, and you undignifiedly got tangled in your blankets while trying to get up and away from the eyes- crashing onto the floor with a thump and a grunt of pain. You heard the window open, and worried sounding chittering followed with the soft clicking of claws against the hardwood. You looked up warily to see Mikey, confused and a bit concerned at your situation. You sighed in relief to see it was just him, giving him a weak smile. "H-Hey buddy, how about we don't stare at people through their windows at night eh? It's creepy."

Mikey chirped and chittered again, but you couldn't understand him. You couldn't understand any of the turtles yet, but they seemed to have some understanding of what you say- if them trying to copy your words tell you anything. The turtle made it over to you and tugged on the blankets that you were currently tangled up in, helping you get unstuck. You appreciated the help, sitting up with a huff, "Thanks.. What are you even doing here? It's the middle of the night."

Mikey copied your huff, mixing in a chuff and pointed a claw at you. "Me?" He nodded, making a softer series of chirps, "Chiirr.. rrrrf-ear." "Fear? You.. saw me afraid?" He nodded again, then glanced around your room- seemingly trying to find the source of what made you scared. You found it endearing, that he wanted to check in on you. Even if he nearly scared you to death in doing so. How were you supposed to explain sleep paralysis to him though? Have any of them experienced it before? You shook her head and smiled gently, "Don't worry, I just had a bad dream." He could understand that, right?

You've experienced Raph having a nightmare once, poor guy was thrashing and snapping at the air in his sleep- clutching his left shoulder. You always wondered what had happened there, the giant dragging teeth marks.. Raph was a big guy, what could have hurt him like that? You tried to not think about it much.

Mikey looked back at you, regarding your expression for a moment. You must have not looked fine to him, because before you fully registered what was happening you were being picked up by your underarms. He maneuvered you gently into a princess carry, and hopped onto your bed. The bed groaned in protest at his weight, but Mikey didn't seem to pay any mind. He held you close to his plastron, resting his chin on top of your head. You blinked, wiggling slightly in his arms to try and get more comfortable. Mikey let you, loosening his hold just enough until you settled- then tightened his hold again. This was happening you supposed. You knew better than to try and escape his cuddles when he wanted them, if you knew anything about the box turtle was that he was persistent. All of them were when they wanted something.

You let out a sigh, resting your head against his chest, "I take it you're going to be staying, then?" He chuffed quietly in response, nuzzling his snout into your hair. They were always so careful how they handled you, so mindful just how different you were compared to them. It warmed your heart to know that they cared about you, that he cared about you like this. You rubbed his upper arm slightly, giving it a small squeeze to show your appreciation towards his gentleness, "I'll take that as a yes."

You could hear his heartbeat through his plastron, it beating steadily. Strongly. It was soothing to hear, but it also made you wonder just how thick their plastron was to be able to hear it so clearly. You'd have to remember to ask later down the line, when you had better ways of communicating with them all. You had no idea how long you both stayed like that, or when your eyelids started to get heavy and close. But when you opened them again, you found yourself in the middle of a turtle pile with all four brothers you had grown close to over the last six months. You supposed the other three grew worried when they couldn't find their youngest brother and went looking for him.

You glanced up at Mikey, whom had fallen asleep at some point throughout the night. He was still holding you securely, his cheek resting against the top of your head. He looked so peaceful like this, even a bit goofy with how his face was semi smushed against your head. You forgot all about the man in the corner. He didn't matter so long as you had Mikey with you.

[nrdmssgs]

Ok, I made a thing.

This is Zhar, the baby is Anya. Anya is the daughter of Nikolai and Freya 'Mini' Mactavish. Mini belongs to @sofasoap

This is not some kind of creepy 'twilight' thing, I swear. This is my girl finding her big platonic love in an AU where she doesn't end up with Nikolai.

And a little story to this picture.

“That flight attendant checked you out. Once again!” Freyas brain begged her to shut up. However, MacTavishes blood kept boiling, encouraging her to go on and try to distract the notorious Chimeras Lieutenant.

In fact Mini was scared. She was afraid of Olga back in the days of her service with Price and that fear only grew when Olga left 141 and Lt Zhar was born. Poorly hiding his pride, Nikolai told her, how that woman didn’t shed a single tear the morning, she woke up with a half-burnt body. Hiring her was obviously the move that boosted his already huge ego. But Mini didn’t trust people, who seemed to have no soft corners.

And Zhar was all teeth and claws.

Mini didn’t like her husband’s initial idea to send Olga bodyguarding her. It felt easier for her to walk down the street alongside Krueger – he at least would express any emotion besides cold concentration. But Mini couldn’t argue, when Nik pointed out, that Olga draws not that much attention than a huge loud guy, threatening everyone around just with his posture. Besides, Zhar had this natural feeling of a crowd: she read surrounding movements and moods as if she read other peoples minds. And this was critical for where Mini went.

The good news were, that everything went so smoothly – Freya could as well spend all this time alone. No threats, no nothing. The bad news was the MacTavish blood, that begged Mini to stir her bodyguard up. She craved a human interaction that went at least a bit beyond “wait here”, “please let me do the talking”, “if you need me – I am right behind your door”. She wanted bubbly flustered girly gossips for god’s sake!

Sadly, she had to deal with Olga, who refused to play any social games.

“Hes no threat, Mini, don’t worry.”

“No! I mean, he checked you out! Like a hot thing you are.”

Zhars fingers froze for a moment hovering over her laptop keyboard. Freya smiled in anticipation, but her bodyguard just nodded to herself and went back to typing, as if she just needed a minute to find the most suitable wording for her email.

“Oh, c’mon, really? You wont even glance at him?”

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, persistent misuse of a cheap cologne, ‘Oliver’ badge and a widest smile on this plane.” Olga finally looked away from her screen. “Mini, love, if you are trying to test me – yes, I do memorize people surrounding you.”

“No-o-o-o.” Mini almost mewled. “This wasn’t any test, I just wanted to gossip, or to have a little laugh, or just to chat. You know, like the real people usually do?”

Zhar sighed and closed her laptop.

“Ok, show me her.”

“Again? Olya, we watched Anyas photos just before the flight. You don’t have to pretend to be interested in my daughter this hard. We can talk about any other thing!” Mini had to dig her fingers into her own forearm to force herself to continue speaking without blushing from fear and embarrassment.

Zhar insisted on watching Anyas photos yet again. As Freya was showing her the same pictures, they looked at just an hour ago, she noticed how her bodyguards face softened.

“You should think about having a baby too. It's fun, you know-“ Minis mind wasn’t following her own tongue fast enough. By the time, she cut herself out – it was too late.

“You’re MacTavish, and MacTavish knows no fear,” rang her mother’s voice in her head as she slowly turned to face Olga.

Mini tried to joke herself out of this uncomfortable situation, tell something about ‘obviously meeting the right man or woman, going on a pair of dates, and getting to the baby question only after that, but Zhar ended her suffering.

“Mini, there won’t be anyone for me.”

“Wha-?”

“There is nobody for me.” Olga repeated. “I break several laws all around the world on a daily basis, I have not been with anyone from the start of my service in the TF, my back looks like a well-done steak, my head costs a shit ton of money on an underworld market. At this point, there is nobody out there.”

“That’s…” Mini didn`t want to point the obvious out, so she bit her tongue and didn’t say ‘sad’.

“That is a choice. And I’m ok with that. I let go of all that stuff, you know?” Zhar smiled awkwardly. “Will they, won’t they… and then they finally are. And they tell each other ‘you are the love of my life, you’re the most important person on earth, your happiness is from now on my only mission, your smile is my reason to go on’. And the church bells ring and someone’s auntie is crying ugly on the last row… I just let it all go. And my life didn’t become miserable. If anything – it became easier to breathe.”

Freya suddenly felt guilty. She knew, that by the time their plane will touch the ground – Nik would already be in the airport. Waiting for the love of his life. And Zhar would report to him, salute to Mini. Then she will turn away and go to a big cold Chimeras base. For some reason Mini couldn’t picture Olga coming to her home. As much as she respected Zhars decision to fence herself off any close relationship – Freya felt bad for not being able to truly share the family love with her.

“Hey, can I have your phone for a minute? Always wanted to try this airdrop* feature, do you mind?” Mini lied – she used this feature a hundred times already. She just wanted to give Olga at least something. So, she sent her a photo of Anya in her bunny onesie. And the one with Anya on Nikolais helicopter seat. And the one with Anya trying a peach for the fist time. It wasn’t much, but these were the photos, Zhar kept asking to show her again and again.

After that flight they parted for quite a long time. Olga had a ton of work, and Mini had a work, a little angel, a husband, trying to spoil that little angel rotten, and a brother, risking his dumb ass constantly.

Every time Freya visited the Chimera base – she knocked on Olga’s door in the hope of an answer. And after a few months it finally happened.

“Come in. Unless it’s Krueger. Fuck off Krueger!” Zhar sounded as if she was in a good mood, although Mini still had to urgently cover little Anyas ears.

Freyas stepped in Zhars office and greeted her.

“Yeah, hi, love. Grab a seat, I need to finish this letter and then I`m all your-“ Olga fell silent, when she saw the baby in Minis arms.

“Ehm, hi… We thought, it would be nice to visit our favorite Chimera Lieutenant.” Freya stepped in the dimly lit office. Anya was staring around with a wide-open mouth.

Zhar didn’t move, she seemed to didn’t even breathe. She looked at Anya with wide eyes full of uncertainty or confusion.

“So, this is where your auntie Olya works.” Freya started telling her daughter, pointing on Olgas desk. “Auntie Olya is very busy, she helps daddy with so many things, so we will just look and be very quiet, like little mice, ok?”

“Can I-“ Zhar started talking, but Nikolais voice from the hall cut her out.

“Lastochka?* Can I have you for a minute?”

Mini was ready to turn to exit when Olga snapped out “Can I please hold her?”. She sounded unfamiliar, her voice was low, tearful, as if Zhar was fighting a lump coming up her throat.

“Of course! Anya loves new faces, here…” Freya handed the baby to Olga and turned around to follow Nikolais voice.

“Don’t worry, I will pick her up in a few min-“

“You are the love of my life…” Mini stopped in her tracks as these words reached her ears. Zhars voice was full of tears. Freya looked back in shock and saw Zhar, the notorious Chimeras Lieutenant with shiny wet cheeks.

She held Anya as if she was made of a glass and as if she was her only hope at the same time. The next words she spoke, were quiet, almost inaudible. But Mini already knew these words.

“You’re the most important person on earth, your happiness is from now on my only mission, your smile is my reason to go on.”

Airdrop – a technology, letting apple phone users to send each other multimedia files.

Lastochka – a swallow. Nikolais nickname for Mini.

[werecat1234]

Merging Timelines Chapter Sixteen

Warning!! This is from the original Horrortale comic, and is uh... very violent and... well yeah, you probably know, especially the end of the nightmare scene. Anyways, read with caution!

Sans entered the core, hearing a faint conversation as he approached, and he asked, "hey, your majesty. who're you talkin' to over there?"

"SANS!!! What the hell are you doing here?!" Undyne shouted as she whipped around to face him.

"woah! how about bringing it down a few decibels? kinda having a long day." Sans asked.

"What are you doing here?" Undyne asked, much quieter, and she seemed nervous.

"papyrus couldn't make it, so... i'm here."

"Papyrus...? But I wasn't expecting..." Undyne's eye widened in realization, and she turned around, "Oh yeah, it's Tuesday."

"so what do you two normally do? you gotta parcheesi set around here, or-" Sans was cut off by Undyne, who turned back around to face him, looking sad.

"Listen, I get that you came a long way, but you need to leave! Things have just been so BAD here, I feel like I might be losing my mind!!! The last thing I want to consider is the most horrible solution there is, and with you actually here... I... I... I wish I could tell you more, but you wouldn't understand. It's just too horrible."

"try me." Sans said, narrowing his eye sockets at her sightly; challenging her.

"No. I... I think it'd just be better if you just went home. I'm sorry." Undyne apologized. 

"well, you're right. there's one thing i don't understand. i don't understand why you're pushing away the one guy who can help you restart this damn thing."

Undyne eye widened, and she outburst, "YOU KNOW?!" Undyne was silent for a moment, before saying, "Sans. I trust you. I know you know what's best. Whatever it is, you can tell me. Whatever it is... I'll be ready. And if you think there is no other way.... Then I'll do it."

"uhhhhhh- ohh...kay..." Sans said, facing The Core and glancing at her, "lil' creepy, but... sweet, i guess." Sans rested his elbows on the metal railing next to Undyne, "the way i see it, given the size of this thing, it's impossible to understand how some of these components work, but one thing the blueprints keep showin' is some sort of capacity to channel energy from an outside source. good thing is, we find this energy receptor, and what's left of our monster magic just might sustain this machine long enough to live out our, uh- temporary stay here."

"But we scoured this thing top to freaking bottom!! There's no alternate energy receptor except the one's that burnt out!" Undyne told him, and Sans sighed.

"that's kinda the bad news. this energy receptor... i got a strong feeling it's in the core's center. i'm talking about the core's core." Sans said. "so... let's destroy it."

"WHAT THE HELL?! DESTROY THE CORE?!?!?!" Undyne exclaimed in shock.

"i mean, not entirely. i'm sayin' we dissect the outer layer, locate the internal receptor, re-energize it, and then... re-build it. look, i know it sucks, and it's a long shot, but i'm telling ya, i've gone through this thousands of times, and nothing else is working. don't worry, i'll help ya recruit some volunteers. the job'll take their mind off things, you know?"

"Uh... S-Sans?" Undyne asked quietly, looking at him with an afraid expression on her face. 

Sans kept talking, "give everyone some hope back. take it from me, undyne. it's gonna be ok."

There was a blackout moment, like what happened wasn't entirely processed, but it didn't seem to take up much time. 

"Huh??? You're leaving?!?" Undyne asked him, her voice fading back to him. 

"uhh yeah, i... i uh- i gotta do stuff at home." Sans replied, feeling nervous.

"So that's it, huh. You came all this way... To tell me to break it." Undyne's tone turned angry, "Damnit Sans!! I trusted you to fix it!!! All this time you've been working, which you barely do anyways, AND IT'S ALL FOR NOTHING!!!"

Sans snapped his skull to her, "what did you say to me?" Sans asked, irritated, "look, i've tried everything. i've beer busting my skull for the past twelve Mon trying everything. i gotta say you got us in a big mess here, your highness."

"ME?! Look at YOU!" Undyne snapped, "Alphys said you could fix this and save us all. Instead you're just wasting your time EVERY STINKING CHANCE YOU GET so you can avoid doing ANYTHING for ANYONE!!!"

"oh you really get me." Sans rolled his eyelights, "i just love staying up a billion hours wasting my time, like helping my brother scavenge for food or persuading my friends not to dust themselves, but that shouldn't concern miss high-n-mighty. nah, not as long as she rules while us little people perish with the core."

"How, DARE, YOU!!" Undyne shrieked, and she turned away as she started to sob. 

"hey... hey, uh... i'm sorry, i didn't mean that, honest. not eating this long puts a guy on edge, you know? lemme make it up to ya, we still got reserves in snowdin. come by and have some." Sans offered to her, apologetic and sincere, holding a hand up next to him, towards the door. 

"Sans, I gave you your chance. As queen, I gotta do what's best for everyone. Guards. Pin him."

Sans felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and he turned to look at who it belonged to.

"Apologies, son." The guard said.

"you? what the hel- hnnnnnng!" Sans felt two spears pierce through him, narrowly missing his ribcage, and he grabbed at each one tightly with each hand as he glared up at Undyne, "are ya outta ya damn mind??? you can't do this!"

Undyne smiled down at him with an insane smile on her face, "I'm the Queen of the Underground. I can do whatever the hell I want. Alphys told me everything magic man. There's one more power source we haven't tried. It's YOU." Undyne grabbed a four pronged device, pointing it at him, "And I want to try this new tool she devised... Specifically for this occasion!" Undyne held it in his face as the prongs snapped open, and he flinched back, "She told me it won't hurt as long as you keep your eyes open, so... You shouldn't have anything to worry about!!"

"hhhold it! you're making a huge mistake! i'm telling ya, you got the wrong guy here! look, i can help you fix the core, i swear. it just needs a little time-"

Undyne cut him off, "Hold him down."

Sans turned his skull to the right to look behind his back at a guard gripping his hood, "are you serious?!?! you jerks are OKAY with this?!"

"Hey Sans. Look up here." Undyne told him, and when he did, the prongs were right in his face. 

"well... looks like i've got no choice." Sans's left eyelight lit up cyan, bones appearing in front of him that shattered the spears the guards were using to hold him down. 

Sans lifted Undyne up with blue magic, left hand held up and crackling with yellow and cyan magic, and she looked at him in confusion, "What- What's happening? What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Sans locked eyes with her, his glowing cyan and yellow eyelight locking with her crazed yellow eye, and Sans pointed his arm across from him, and Undyne screamed as she was shot into the wall. Undyne collided with the wall with a loud crack, cracking the concrete, and Sans shrugged with his eye sockets closed. 

"welp, your majesty, i don't know how you did it, but ya did. you officially succeeded at pissing. me, off!" Sans's eye sockets snapped open, eyelights absent, and he summoned a Gaster Blaster, firing it, "here's ya medal!"

"WOAH!" Undyne yelped, barely avoiding the attack, "I knew it! This jerk has the power we need, and he tried to HIDE IT from us!!!" Undyne shouted, absolutely livid.

"can't say you're the only one disappointed." Sans said, before muttering something in Wind Dings.

"DID YOU JUST INSULT ME?! I'LL KILL YOU JUST FOR THAT!" Undyne yelled, grabbing a device with three prongs on the end, just big enough to fit in his eye socket.

"nope." Sans summoned a bone from the ground to slam full force into her jaw, "you're not comin' close." Sans turned around, "i'm outta here, but i'll be back soon."

"NO!" A male guard yelled, firmly grabbing his shoulder, and he whipped his skull to face him, "PLEASE, SANS! WE NEED YOUR SOUL!! MY WIFE, MY CHILDREN, THEY WON'T LAST MUCH LONGER!!"

Sans narrowed his eye sockets, using blue magic on his soul and flinging him full force away from him, saying an obscenity as he did so.

"let's try this again..." Sans started, absolutely livid. 

"NO!" Undyne yelled, an insane grin on her face as her eye lit up green under her eyepatch, "You're not going anywhere... ... magic man." Undyne turned his soul green, and Sans looked down at it. 

"wow, this uh... this isn't my day." Sans muttered to himself. 

"DODGE THIS!" Undyne shrieked, and Sans looked behind him to see a spear right behind him, and he brought up a bone in front of it, deflecting it. "What the hell?! I can't beat him if he deflects all my attacks!!"

"that's right, queenie. looks like the best you can do is quit and let me go." Sans told her, closing his eye sockets, and opened his left eye socket to the sound of static.

"A-actually that's not true! When Papyrus fights, he uses a finite number of bones, and I bet it's the same with fighting Sans!" Alphys informed through the speaker, and Sans turned his skull to glare up at it. This was all Alphys's fault, "Just keep attacking and he'll run out eventually!"

"that's great news, alphys, thank you." Sans muttered sarcastically as Undyne cheered behind him.

"YES! You're the best!!!"

"No problem, Undyne. Whatever helps you win." There was a moment of silence, then... "I have an idea! Maybe if you-" Sans cut her off by stabbing multiple bones into the speaker, breaking it. 

"You think that's it, huh?! You think I need Alphys to tell me how to KILL YOU?!" Undyne summoned a spear in her left hand. 

"this is gonna suck." Sans sighed, and he held his hand out, stopping the spear before it hit him, hand held towards it and left eyelight turned cyan and yellow. 

"No, it can't be. HOW?!" Undyne was horrified, and the guards muttered in shock. 

Sans sent the spear right back at her, aiming for her eyepatch, saying, "sorry about this."

The spear connected, piercing through her eye, tearing off a fourth of her face as he did so, and his soul was freed, and the guards shouted, but Sans couldn't tell what they were saying, his nose bleeding as his overuse of magic and lack of food caught up to him. His knees hit the floor with a loud CLACK, and he collapsed to the ground. The next thing he knew, Undyne was grabbing him by the neck, nearly choking him.

"you're going straight to hell for this. heheheh~" Sans told her, eye sockets half closed, "but you already know that don'tcha?" 

"Hell? What makes you think it's worse than this place?" Undyne asked him, crazed.

"there's another way, i'm telling ya-"

Undyne cut him off by stabbing the device through his skull, grabbing his eyelight and shattering the top left part of his skull in a burst of agony, and he distantly heard her after everything went black.

"I'm sorry, Sans. But you're the only one with the power that will save us all."

Everything was black and echoing as Sans regained his awareness, and the first thing he felt... was rage. He focused his power, and he faintly heard cracking and popping as he killed one of the guards next to him, exploding their head with a wet, fleshy burst. He heard pained shrieks and horrified shouts, and he heard something wet plop onto the ground next to him, and he breathed out a gasping laugh, blindly reaching for what he knew was an eye. He grabbed it, pulling himself up with his other arm as he raised the eye to his left eye socket, pressing it into it with a squelching sound, panting out quite gasps of laughter as he pushed the eye into his eye socket, his magic connecting to it. 

"ugh... what happened?" Sans asked with a groan as he gained vision from his new eye, and he put his hand gingerly to the area of a sharp pain in his skull. He reached around in his pocket, searching and unable to find his phone, and he asked the remaining guard, who was trembling, "... hey, who the hell took my phone?"

The guard immediately took off running, and Sans sighed. He stepped over the corpse of the first guard, heading to the door on shaking legs that soon became more stabilized as he kept walking. He heard frantic screaming up ahead from the guard, and his eye sockets narrowed, lowering his hand from his skull as Determination kept flowing from the injury. He snapped his fingers, spontaneously combusting the guard where he stood, the last sound he made with his vocal chords being a loud shriek of agony, the actual last sound being the sound of his flesh exploding and blood splattering on everything, and a sadistic smirk formed on his face. Sans summoned countless tiny bones behind himself before firing them at Undyne and the guards, letting his Karmic Retribution deal with them. Undyne cursed, bringing up a shield while the rest of the guards screamed as the projectiles drained their health.

"So... that's how this is... You monster." Undyne glared daggers at him, and he stared back at her.

Sans turned around and left, Undyne shrieking something for Alphys, he wasn't concentrating on what she was saying, instead on the subject of the shrieking. Sans had a really fun idea for her... It was payback time for what she'd caused to happen today... Sans approached the door, his left eye socket twitching in anticipation, some of his Determination dripping down in front of it. He knocked on the door as Undyne shrieked for Alphys, his eye sockets narrowed in anger.

"Kn-kn-kn-knock all y-you l-l-li-like, you-you are not coming in here!!" Alphys shouted to him, and he knocked two more times.

"aw, c'mon, you don't even know who it is." Sans said from behind the door. and he teleported inside, standing right next to him.

"Oh no.." Alphys whispered, looking at him with big, terrified eyes. 

"so, not so tough when the queen ain't around, are ya... pal?" Sans asked, staring back at her with a sadistic and crazed grin on his face; he was gonna enjoy this.

"W-w-ai-wait! I c-c-can ex-explain-!" Alphys yelped, and he cut her off, bending over to be right in her face.

"oh goodie!!! you talkin' has been doin' me tons of favors! if ya hadn't noticed, i'm a freak now, thanks to you. go ahead and explain that." Sans snapped at her sarcastically. 

"I-I swear I had a good reason!" Alphys whimpered. What a pathetic little liar.

"screw you. i told you about the core. i told you how we could've powered it together! but the second you realized goin' mute wasn't helping-" Sans snapped at her with a vicious glare, and he grabbed her by the collar of her lab coat, pulling her up to his height, "you tell undyne to kill me instead?! whatcha gotta say about that, buddy? somethin' to say, while you still gotta jaw?"

"Yes... THIS!" Alphys yelled, slamming her hand onto a button. 

The wall to Sans's right slid open, revealing the lit up Core, and he turned his skull to look at it. Sans released her lab coat, walking over to look at it closer, and she approached him. 

"You can kill me, Sans. I'll understand. It's just... You need to see why I did this." Alphys told him, starting to cry.

Sans looked over at her, deciding he'd play along for a few moments before getting his revenge for what she'd done to him. For what she'd turned him into... "... okay..." He said, staring at her with an irritated expression on his face.

"It-it's not because I wanted to." Alphys looked at him, fidgeting with her hands, "P-please, you have to know that. You know what happened is a miracle. Us monsters can now live again, and we all have you to thank for it. You understand that, don't you, Sans? You're the one who saved this place from turning into a massive graveyard. You made that happen, and nothing can take that away! Isn't that what you've always wanted? To make a difference that would last? Your idea about the Core's core was just too risky! Think about all the lives we'd lose before it's even fixed. Think about all our energy and magic wasted if didn't work, and it might not! Yes, what I did was unforgivable. I was c-crazy to think life was worth living without you, and... and I'm ready to pay for it with my life, but my choice helped save the lives you were ready to throw away! I'm sorry, Sans," Sans stood there, silent with a blank expression on his face as she talked, "But I did the right thing. Nothing you do will make me change my mind." 

Sans let a smile spread across his face, taking that as a challenge. He turned to look at her, and she tensed up with a gulp. He snapped his fingers, summoning massive bones that stabbed through the Core, weaving in and out of different areas, piercing through others. 

"No..." Undyne said, audible from the speaker in the room, and Sans said "yup." at the same time, and he summoned sharp bones around his stolen eye, ensuring no one could destroy it.

"you still say i can't change your mind, huh?" Sans asked, looking over at Alphys as she trembled before him, and a sadistic expression appeared on his face, "i know i won't be able to change your mind, after all, by the time i'm done with you... you won't have a mind to change."

"W-what?" Alphys asked him in horror, and Sans summoned several tiny bones behind her head, and he shot them into her head.

Alphys gasped in pain, stumbling back with a choked yelp, and Sans moved the bones around inside her head, grinding her brain into nothing but a useless mush, and she collapsed against the desk. Sans knelt down, watching as she lost any bit of intelligence she may have had. She may have been the Royal Scientist, but she'd made the stupidest decision in all of monster kind. She started babbling a bit, saying random words as drool dripped down from her mouth.

"have a nice life, potato.." Sans told her with a dark grin on his face, flicking her forehead with his fingers before he got up.

"PRETTY FRY COWS EATING BANANA SHIRTS! GRAPE BEAN KITTY CHEWING DRAGONFLIES!!" Alphys shouted before laughing, and Sans chuckled sadistically before teleporting out. Undyne was gonna have a fun time dealing with the vegetable he'd made Alphys into...

Sans woke up, hands flying to his mouth to stop the scream from escaping him, and he felt magic rapidly building up in his throat. He tumbled out of bed, doubling over to the nearest trashcan, and he threw up glowing cyan and yellow raw magic. Sans coughed, throwing up more of the magic, before dry heaving, repulsed by what he'd just witnessed. 

'not bad, horror, not bad~' Killer complimented Horror in his mind, and Sans glared at the trashcan, his face lit up from it's contents.

"killer, you... you cannot be serious right now..." Sans muttered, seeing some inky black liquid mixing with the raw magic he'd thrown up. He'd worry about that later.

'what the actual hell?!' Dust yelled.

'... in my defense, she had it coming...' Horror spoke up.

'damn right she did! why did i never think about doing that to chara? i could've made them braindead and not had to worry about resets anymore...' Killer pouted, 'hey horror, after this progresses, you wanna do that on a genocide route here?'

'we are not doing that!' Sans told him sternly.

'maybe not, killer. i might be messed up, but... god, that was...' Dust trailed off. 

'hey, horror was right, she did have it coming. i mean come on, he told her how to fix it!' Killer pointed out, 'besides, he got his skull smashed and eye stolen! i say that was fair payback.'

'... i'll admit, i'd been pretty pissed off, particularly at her, and sure it was kinda overkill, but... i still would do it again.' Horror said.

'not here you won't.' Dust said sternly. 

'obviously. this one hasn't done anything to deserve it yet. ... yet.' Horror said, chuckling darkly.

'... whenever someone deserves it, can ya do it then?' Killer asked, sounding optimistic.

'sure.' Horror replied.

Dust groaned in exasperation, before saying, 'if the brat kills papyrus, go ahead and do it. leave them like that for a while, and then kill them to bring papyrus back.'

'thank you, oh kind, gracious leader!' Sans could hear the grin in Killer's voice.

"oh my god, will you three please let me think?!" Sans snapped, and they fell silent. "thank you..."

There was rare silence, and Sans took it as a chance to calm down, looking back at the trashcan. He sat down on his bed with a sigh, trying to get his soul to stop pounding. He noticed a large amount of blank stains on his bedsheets, and knew exactly who it was from. Killer. 

After calming himself down for a few minutes, he took a deep breath before he asked, "killer, did you throw up?"

'oh? can i talk now?' Killer sassed.

Sans narrowed his eye sockets, "yes, you can. now answer the question. did you throw up?"

'no-'

'yup.'

'horror! come on!' Killer complained.

'wait, you threw up? why?? you weren't even bothered from the hell we just saw!' Dust exclaimed. 

Horror and Killer went silent, and Sans sighed. "what happened?"

'killer had a flashback of something chara did to him.' Horror answered.

'damn, seriously?' Dust asked.

'really? what was it?' Sans asked, feeling a bit concerned. 

'it was stupid, and i don't want to talk about it. hell, i don't want to talk about anything that happened last night.' Killer said. 

'wait, did you take control of my body last night?' Sans asked.

'killer, come on!' Dust scolded him.

'it was only for like, an hour, and horror was hungry! he made me eat, and then toriel, undyne, alphys, papyrus and skyler were down there playing poker, and i got roped into playing. believe me, i didn't want to play in the first place.'

'he really didn't.' Horror verified. 

'that's... not too bad, then...' Sans said, 'but how did that lead to you throwing up?'

'horror...' Killer started, warning him.

'look, they should know about this, killer. it won't kill them to know you've got ptsd from it.' Horror said.

'it's stupid.' Killer grumbled.

'it's important. it's important they know about it. i'm attempting to get along with you and dust, regardless of your actions, so let me do that without you fighting me tooth and nail about it. you want you, me, and dust to be a team? well teams confide things in each other, and this is something at least dust should know about.' Horror told him.

'i should know too, so i know what to avoid.' Sans spoke up.

'that's fair. look, killer, would it be easier for you to say it, or do you want horror to?' Dust asked. 

'how about neither?' Killer asked.

'killer's got ptsd from chocolate.' Horror said bluntly, and Sans's jaw dropped.

'... what?' 

'damnit, horror!' 

'what? you wouldn't pick, so i picked for you.' Horror said. 

'that's so-!'

'ok, ok, back up! how the hell does killer have ptsd from chocolate?!' Dust asked, highly confused.

'probably from chara... damn i hope that isn't a nightmare..' Sans sighed.

'was it?' Dust asked.

'yeah...' Killer sighed after a moment. 

'damn...' Dust muttered. 

'so it made you throw up?' Sans asked him.

'don't rub it in...' Killer scowled.

'i... i'm not. i was verifying. killer, do you wanna talk about it?' Sans asked him.

'no. it's stupid.' Killer replied.

'it's not stupid. killer, chara... they messed your head up, bad. what happened to you and what you went through isn't stupid.' Dust told him.

'he's right. it's sad.' Sans agreed. 

''sad'?' Killer asked.

'yeah, sad. it's sad to know what you went through.' Sans told him.

'he's got a point. from what you told me, they knew what they were doing.' Horror said, and Killer sighed.

'see? it's not stupid or embarrassing, kills. you literally have ptsd. that means something serious happened.' Dust told him.

Killer sighed, groaning, before he abruptly went silent, asking, '... did you just call me 'kills'?'

'that's what you got out of that?!' Dust asked in exasperation.

'he's killer. of course that's what he got out of it.' Sans sighed.

'answer the question, dust.' Killer told him.

Dust sighed, 'fine, yes, i did. so what?' Dust asked.

'... you finally gave me a nickname. after eleven chapters, you have finally given me a nickname.' Killer said.

'eleven what?' Dust asked.

'it's finally happened.' Killer continued, ignoring him.

'i think sleep deprivation caught up to him.' Horror chuckled.

'yup. killer, sleep in the subconscious.' Sans told him while yawning. 

Sans checked his phone, and groaned. "killer, when did you go to sleep?" 

'uhhh....'

'neither of us really looked at the time...' Horror told him.

"of course..." Sans muttered.

Considering when he himself had gone to sleep, counting out an hour from Killer being awake, and the current time, which was five in the morning... They'd gotten five to eight hours of sleep. Not enough for two days of little to no sleep, especially considering he probably hadn't slept much before the time loop started.  

'today is gonna suck..' Sans sighed.

'want me to try getting us back to sleep?' Dust offered.

Sans thought about it for a minute, before shaking his head no. 'nah. i'll just take a nap later.'

'killer, why the hell do you have a deck of cards?' Dust asked after a moment.

'i wanna play poker with you guys. duh.' Killer replied, and Sans heard cards being shuffled.

'he played it last night and uh... he's good.' Horror said.

'think of it as a team building exercise, dusty. we're practicing tactics, we're playing a game together, bonding, and it's fun.' Killer replied.

Dust sighed. 'fine... have fun, sans. you get a personal day.' Dust said, and Killer cackled in excitement.

'just don't break anything in there, please.' Sans requested.

'no promises.'

'i'll try keeping it to a minimum.'

'it was broke when i got here.'

Sans groaned, facepalming. 'i mean it you three.'

Sans was met my silence, and he sighed. He stood up from the bed, heading downstairs, seeing Skyler awake.

"morning, kid." Sans said. 

"Morning, Sans. So umm... did Killer tell you about..." Skyler trailed off. 

"he mentioned something about poker and coming down here because horror was hungry." Sans replied.

"Gotcha. I was wondering why he came down here. He looked like he was talking with someone, but I wasn't sure who." Skyler said.

"how bad did things get?" Sans asked them, "and be honest. none of them are listening right now... i don't think."

"It... It wasn't too bad. I mean, it was chaotic, but it was kinda crazy before he showed up and got dragged into playing. He had a freak out when Undyne tried giving him some chocolate, but things lightened up when he came back. He uh... well, he was Killer, but everyone chalked him acting weird up to sleep deprivation." Skyler summed up, and Sans sighed in relief, "And then there was the... comments when Undyne and Alphys were leaving."

Sans was silent, before sighing, "of course he did..."

"Yeah... Toriel got mad at him, and he just found it hilarious. He was also speaking this weird language, and I have no idea what he was saying." Skyler said. 

"weird language?" Sans asked. He'd need to ask Killer about that later.

"Yeah... How's he doing?" Skyler asked.

"he's doing good right now, playing cards with horror and dust." Sans replied.

"That's good at least. He was definitely skilled, so they might have their work cut out for them..." Skyler said, and Sans heard something break in his mind, followed by Killer and Horror both laughing faintly.

"yeah... anything else happen last night?" Sans asked. 

"Not that I know of, no..." Skyler replied, and Sans nodded. 

"you up for grillby's for breakfast?" Sans asked. 

"Yeah, sure." Skyler replied, "Isn't it kinda early though?" Skyler asked.

Sans shrugged, "he opens early. besides, he makes some pretty good pancakes."

"I could definitely go for a pancake, yeah. Should we get Papyrus up? He was up really late." Skyler asked him.

"nah, he's good. come on." Sans said, teleporting them both there. 

The diner was empty except for Grillby, who seemed to be getting stuff set up for business for the day. He looked up upon their arrival, but he didn't say anything. Sans and Skyler walked over to the bar, each sitting down on a stool.

"morning, grillbs." Sans greeted him, receiving a nod. Grillby was always quiet around anyone he wasn't very familiar with. "two pancakes please. put it on my tab."

Grillby nodded, turning around and starting on the food.

Skyler was silent for a moment, before asking quietly, "Sans? Are you ok? You looked kinda... shaken. Not very, but a little." 

Sans looked over at them, and sighed quietly, "yeah, killer not sleeping had the reloads build up, and i got two nightmares for the price of one earlier. they were uh.... not fun to see."

Skyler grimaced, nodding in understanding. They paused, before saying, "You wanna hear something kinda funny?"

"yeah. what is it?" Sans asked.

"When he came down to the kitchen last night for food, guess what he made." Skyler said.

Sans thought for a minute, before replying, "i dunno, what?"

"Pancakes." Skyler replied.

Sans laughed a bit, "you're kidding."

"Nope! Pancakes, jam, whipped cream, and caramel. It looked... extremely good, I'll give him that." Skyler described.

"dang." Sans said, grabbing a bottle of ketchup and drinking it. 

Grillby brought the plates over to them, setting them down in front of them, along with some silverware.

"Thank you, Grillby." Skyler thanked him.

"yeah, it looks great as always, grillbs." Sans said.

He nodded a bit, before heading back to setting everything up. Skyler and Sans ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the food, and the door opened. Dogaressa and Dogamy entered the diner, before freezing.

"I smell a human..." Dogaressa said.

"There's definitely a human here." Dogamy agreed. 

"crap..." Sans muttered, grabbing Skyler's shoulder and teleporting them outside, but the Dogi burst out the door, and grabbed their axes as their noses twitched rapidly.

"Sans?" Asgore asked, the dye from Killer's prank mostly washed off, "What's going on?"

"Human!"

"I smell a human!"

"Human?" Asgore asked, before looking at Skyler in realization, "... Sans."

"asgore, they're not-" Sans was cut off by Asgore sighing.

"Sans, be honest with me, please. Tell me the truth. Is that a human?" Asgore asked him, frowning sadly.

Sans was silent, looking down.

He went to say something, but Skyler spoke up  before he could. "Yeah, I am..."

Sans looked over at them, eyelights shrinking. Skyler, what the hell were you doing?!

"... I see." Asgore sighed. 

"I know you need my soul, and I'm fully prepared to help everyone escape the Underground. I just... I wanted to get to know who I was saving." Skyler said.

"I can understand that, child. You seem like a good kid. However, that doesn't change what I must do. I'm sincerely sorry." Asgore said sadly. 

"asgore, wait! give them at least today, come on!" Sans requested, putting himself between Asgore and the Dogi.

"Sans, I'm sorry. You know I can't do that." Asgore apologized, "You have protected them, and I respect that, but I also cannot allow my subjects to remain trapped down here any longer. You know your job is not protect them."

"well consider this my formal resignation." Sans said.

Asgore looked down. "Sans, don't make me do this. Please. Step aside."

Sans planted his feet firmly in the snow, holding an arm in front of Skyler.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" Undyne yelled, running over and looking between them in confusion.

"Sans is protecting a human!" Dogamy replied.

"The human needs to be eliminated!" Dogaressa barked.

"Human?.." Undyne looked at Skyler, and her eye widened, and she glared, tone threatening, "You...."

'dust, get out here right now!' Sans yelled in his mind. He could handle Asgore. He couldn't handle Asgore and Undyne, and possibly the Dogi.

"come on, come on..." Sans muttered. 

"Sans?" Skyler asked him nervously as Undyne summoned a spear.

 "My child!" Toriel cried as she approached, worried.

"Toriel..." Asgore said, looking over at her.

"tori, i need you to get the kid outta here, fast." Sans said, looking over at her.

"Sans, I won't just leave you here." Toriel told him.

"just get them outta here, please. i can hold them off." Sans told her.

Skyler went to take a step, but a spear shott out of the ground in front of them, grazing their nose.

"Don't move, human! Sans, how could you?! This is treason!" Undyne snapped at him. 

"they don't need to die. undyne, so i won't let them get killed." Sans replied. 

Undyne went to lunge forward, but Sans brought up a bone wall, but she only punched through it, knocking him back when he teleported in front of Skyler.

"SANS!" Skyler yelped as he was punched back.

Sans felt himself lose control over his body as Dust took control, and he skidded to a stop, his hood flying up and over his skull as he did. Dust's eyelights lit up red and cyan, eye sockets narrowed, and Skyler gasped. Dust used blue magic on Skyler, bringing them to him before he stopped. 

"sorry i'm late." Dust apologized, before looking over to Toriel, "i need you to get the kid outta here. can you do that?"

"I... yes, I can... Sans, please be careful." Toriel told him as Skyler ran over to her, and she picked them up in her arms.

"i will." Dust said.

"Toriel, please, don't make this more difficult for me..." Asgore pleaded.

"Shut up, Asgore." Toriel snapped, hugging Skyler tighter. 

Asgore sighed, looking down before looking at Sans again, "Sans, I request one more time. Please, stand down."

"not happening, pal." Dust said, summoning some bones behind himself.

"So be it. Dogi, get the human, but do not harm Toriel. Undyne, help me with Sans. He's going to be difficult to deal with." Asgore ordered.

Toriel ran away with Skyler in her arms, Dogamy and Dogaressa chasing after her, and Dust brought up a wall of bones behind Toriel, holding the Dogi off as Undyne summoned several spears, shooting them at him as Asgore sent fire at him. Dust sighed, snapping his fingers, his left eyelight gaining a purple flame as the attacks turned purple, freezing in the air. Everyone stared at him in shock, and with a snap of his fingers, they vanished. 

'dust, you can do that?!' Killer asked in awe.

'jeez... well they're screwed.' Horror chuckled.

'i thought it was just a legend or a myth...' Sans muttered.

'nah. that's not the only thing i can do either.' Dust said. 

"SANS, WHAT THE HELL?!" Undyne yelled. 

"I... How..?" Asgore whispered in shock, summoning a trident and gripping it tightly. 

"i'm just that good. we gonna do this all day, or are you gonna let the kid go?" Dust asked, eye sockets narrowed in a glare.

"Not a chance, brat!" Undyne yelled, lunging at him with several spears, and Dust teleported out of the way, shooting bones at her to pin her against a wall, bringing up a wall of bones to block Asgore's fire. Seems they realized they shouldn't go easy on him.

Asgore's trident turned blue, and he slashed at him, and Dust stayed completely still, and he looked up as Undyne lunged at him, using blue magic to slam her to the ground, getting damaged by the attack.

"Sorry, Undyne!" Asgore apologized.

"It's fine!" Undyne reassured him, shooting a barrage of spears at him.

Dust sighed. When would she learn? Dust snapped his fingers, her spears turning purple and freezing midair, and he turned them blue, shooting them at her. Undyne stayed still, the attacks not injuring her, and Asgore rapidly sent blue and orange waves at him, and Dust summoned a vertical bone from the ground, jumping onto the tip of it to dodge the attacks. Undyne piercing through the bone with a spear, and he teleported to the ground.

Dust used blue magic on her soul again as Asgore sent fire at him, and Dust summoned a bone wall, blocking it. Undyne jumped at him while her soul was blue, and Dust summoned one of Muffet's strings, turning Undyne's soul purple and preventing her from reaching him, keeping her suspended in the air. Asgore cut through the string with his trident, several tridents forming above Dust as they shot to the ground, and he dodged, them, remembering his attack pattern from his timeline. What he forgot to account for was the fact it wasn't 1 v 1, and Undyne landed a punch directly to his face. Dust went flying back and into a tree, pulling himself up.

'she took five hp.' Killer informed. 

'how much does he have?'

'more than that...' Sans said.

'850.' Dust replied.

'what?!'

'holy shi-!'

Dust dodged a wave of fire, before snapping his fingers, summoning a Gaster Blaster with cyan and red eyelights, and purple fire formed in it's mouth. Undyne and Asgore both tensed up, preparing to block it. They didn't see the long horizontal bone behind them because of this, and it knocked them to the ground. They both yelped, clearly surprised, and Dust shot the Blaster, the fire shooting right over them. He was trying not to hurt them too bad, just distract them.

He looked over his shoulder, seeing Toriel holding off the Dogi, and Skyler's leg was bleeding a bit. Dust tried using blue magic on Dogamy, but Dogaressa held her partner back. Undyne seemed to see where he was looking, because she summoned several spears that shot towards Skyler. Dust turned them purple as he took control over them, and he shot them straight into the ground. He got ready to make another Gaster Blaster, but saw something out of the corner of his vision. 

Skyler's eyes opened, revealing bright red irises, and a wide smile formed on their face, holding their hand out to summon the RESET button. Oh no... Killer yanked control over the body from Dust, Broken Determination pouring from his eye sockets as he leapt over at Chara, trying to stop them.

"NO!!" Killer yelled, and the world froze as they pressed it, everything becoming staticky and Killer's movements slowed as Chara looked up at him, looking at him apologetically. 

"I'm sorry." Chara said sadly.

RESET

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 49 Author Notes

Page 49

Here we go. o.o

On Laudna’s shelf are two tabaxi dolls, either inspired by this guy

and his little sister or intended to be gifts for them. Unfortunately, some people just don’t appreciate a little hut in the woods being populated by handmade dolls. :(

Laudna hiding under the bed in fear is something tenuously connected to her backstory in scenes that may or may not actually show up in the comic depending on how much information I have when I get there. In the original draft of this page she was just sitting on the bed holding Pâté and waiting but since then we’ve learned that she spent some time in what was implied to be Lord and Lady de Rolo’s old bedchamber, either hiding or imprisoned there. (Matt and Marisha seemed to give conflicting accounts on this, unless it was both?) Either way, if she was using it as a refuge or being kept there by the Briarwoods I thought she’d probably have felt more secure underneath the bed than in it.

Regardless, Laudna tends to regress to a childlike mindset when she’s scared or upset and hiding under the bed seems like something she’d do. (Tangentially, I have wondered where Laudna slept for the few days after the gnarlrock incident, if she’d be too afraid to impose on Imogen by sleeping in what she’d perceive as her bed while she was still mad at her, and where else she’d sleep if so. I thought probably the floor next to the bed, so she could remain close to her without disturbing her, or maybe under it, which like a lot of Laudna-related details seems amusingly creepy until it’s sad, so that’s my headcanon.)

This panel of Imogen running through the woods to rescue Laudna in her jammies is one that I’ve had planned pretty much since the genesis of the comic. I didn’t give a lot of thought to her coat (other than intending for her to be wearing one) until I had to draw it and since Laudna making her a new coat when they’re living in the mountains in the next chapter is a detail mentioned now in two fanworks I have posted she can’t already have one that she cares about or at least thinks to bring with her when she leaves Gelvaan. So I thought maybe it was an old coat of her dad’s that she just throws on when she needs to do chores outside in the winter or even currently belongs to him and she just grabbed it when she ran out the door. So that’s why it’s too big on her.

I'm really bad at estimating distance but I'm pretty sure I'm breaking the rules on the limits of the message spell here. But it's an intentional callback to page 21:

Laudna: Now my thoughts will be with you even if I can’t be. Imogen: If you ever need me, you just call out to me, and I’ll come runnin’, okay? Laudna: Is that a promise? Imogen: It’s a promise.

so I feel it is justified.

Throughout this chapter Laudna has owned exactly two shirts and I knew whichever one she's wearing for this last plot arc is going to be the one she takes into the next chapter because everything else in her house gets burned, and I decided I liked the grey one better but I'd put her in the red one for the scarlet fever arc because she had been wearing the other one for several pages before at the harvest festival so I intentionally had her tear her sleeve on the fence in the last page so she'd have a reason to change.