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the-golden-ghost · 1 year ago

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ooh what do you know about uhh goosebumps!

Okay this one's funny cause I was a huge Goosebumps Kid so I'll try to just summarize every one I can remember from childhood LET'S GO:

Welcome to Dead House: Girl moves to town. Town's haunted. Havoc ensues. I think this was the first one ever published.

Phantom of the Auditorium: R. L. Stine deciding "what do kids love? Phantom of the Opera references?" and making a whole book dedicated to the concept. +1 for really good twist at the end

Ghost Beach: Beach with ghosts on it. I remember this one had a reaper thing on the cover but the actual ghosts were just kids who died of plague in like, 1800. I think it was also in New England! :)

Ghost Camp: Camp's haunted

Shocker on Shock Street: Kids go on a theme park tour but the theme park monsters are REAL and the kids are ROBOTS and idk man this one was wild. I liked it though

The Girl Who Cried Monster: Librarian's a monster and he eats bugs or something? Or turtles? I dunno man

Night of the Living Dummy 2: Okay this one's funny cause there was an earlier book called Night of the Living Dummy. And it's almost completely forgotten. Slappy, the evil dummy who became the FACE of the series and the most notable standout character in the entire run? He only appears in the sequel. I don't even know what the original dummy was called. They also filmed this one for the TV series but ONLY this one, not the original. So the TV episode is called Night of the Living Dummy 2 and there is no Night of the Living Dummy 1 in the TV series at all. Anyway it's about a ventriloquist dummy who tries to enslave his owner

Go Eat Worms!: I don't really remember what this is about at all I just found the title really funny. I think it's about a kid who's cursed and worms show up everywhere.

Lawn Gnomes Attack Manhattan: No but I don't remember the actual title of this one. I just remember it was about evil lawn gnomes and even as a kid I thought it was stupid but they can't all be bangers

Night in Tower Terror? Terror Tower?: I think I only saw the TV episode of this and it freaked me out. However it's also based on the Actual Real Life Murder of two children (the nephews of Richard III, Edward V and Richard of York) which makes it possibly the bleakest inspiration for a Goosebumps book albeit Stine really fictionalized it and also it happened in the 1400s

Calling All Creeps: Some kid puts a prank ad for creeps in his local newspaper and gets creeps to show up. I think they were like lizard aliens idk

The Beast From the East: What if the jungle was real and tried to KILL YOU

Chicken Chicken: Girl gets cursed to turn into a chicken. Slightly scarier than it sounds

How to Kill a Monster: Terrible grandparents summon a Swamp Thing and try to feed their grandkids to it

That Weird Vampire Time-Travel One: Kid finds his grandpa's vampire corpse in the basement and Vampire Grandpa wakes up and tries to eat him. And then time travels back to the 1800s for some reason cause I guess vampires are only scary in the 1800s?

Ghost School: A lot of these are just called "Ghost *regular place*" but this one was particularly fucked up cause the ghosts were actually kids who got trapped in a living photograph by an evil photographer. Which sounds dumb but they were permanently ensnared in this black and white void where time never passed for like... decades and decades as the outside world slowly moved on and forgot about them. And they never got rescued or anything. They were literally just left to their fate. One of the more messed up endings in the series

The Haunted Mask: OH MAN how did I miss this one. This was probably the Gold Standard for the TV show episodes. Freaked me out SO bad as a kid. It's about a girl who wears a mask that permanently affixes to her face and it's WILD

The Cuckoo Clock of Doom: Kid gets trapped in a Time Vortex and ends up erasing his bratty sister from the face of history etc.

The Scarecrow Walks at Midnight: Evil scarecrows. That's pretty much it but this one and Harold from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark are probably the reason for my lifelong Scarecrow Phobia so

The One Where The Kids Turn Into Dogs And Never Get Changed Back: !!! honestly the ending made me so mad. I forget the name of it though

One Day At Horrorland: A classic! It's about an evil theme park :) Don't go down the Doom Slide!

Stay Out of The Basement: Kids' dad turns into an evil mad scientist but it turns out he's actually an evil plant clone of their dad who's just posing as their dad. Wild

That One Where The Camera Kills You: I don't remember the title but the camera predicts the future. However it causes whatever Future Event it depicts to also be like. You Will Be Maimed And Slaughtered Horribly

Jack O Lanterns... Attack... Manhattan?: I don't remember the title of this one either. It was basically What If You Got Kidnapped By Pumpkin Monsters and they Made You Celebrate Halloween For All Eternity. Would that be fucked up or what

Uhhh Bnuy: Evil Stage Magician Turns A Kid Into A Rabbit or something I forgor. I think there was a sorcerer named Greg in there somewhere? Like I remember that being a joke

Piano Lessons Can Be Murder: Kid goes to piano lessons and gets murdered. I mean not really but almost lmao. Also the freaky handless ghost woman who scared the SHIT out of me when I was 12

Help My Neighbor's A Ghost: I don't remember the name of this one either but the main character thinks the new kid who just moved in is a ghost. Turns out she (the main character) died in a fire 20 years ago and she's the actual ghost and her best friend never writes to her because she died ages ago and stuff. It's actually kind of sad; I don't recall the title but it stuck with me

How I Learned to Fly: About a kid who learns to fly which ISN'T SCARY OR A HORROR CONCEPT

The Abominable Snowman of Pasadena: Bigfoot but he lives in California now. Yeah a scientist found him and brought him back. Yeah he's got Scary Bigfoot Ice Powers too and keeps freezing people solid

Beware the Snowman: I think this was actually the first one I ever read? This one's about a cursed town under the domain of an evil snowman (not like Bigfoot I mean like an actual irl snowman. Like Frosty) but the snowman's actually an evil magician who was turned into a snowman by his rival or something. This one's also kind of wild but it's decently good!

#I'm trying to think of others but blanking #I think that's enough for now anyway! I know there's a bunch I missed but I don't think I read every single one

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago

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The Point Of No Return (Part 4)

A fanfic slightly inspired by the play The Phantom of the Opera

+18 Smut (a lot) / Angst (just a bit)

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader / Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In this new chapter the reader is faced with a choice that could change her life forever. In his own universe, Doctor Strange finds himself involved with you in ways he never imagined.

Word Count: 4,600k

Warnings: Dark themes! Psychological manipulation, Dubious consent, Mentions of abuse of medications and alcohol, Mentions of injuries and blood, Deception, Stockholm syndrome(?), Sexual content (P in V, face fucking, masturbation with both receiving, oral sex with both receiving, fingering, physical control, domination, bondage.)

A/N: This one is really smutty, I really enjoyed to write this chapter. Hope you guys like it as much as I do ;)

Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed

So stand and watch it burn

We’ve passed the point of no return

You opened your eyes realizing you were still in that room. The memory of everything that happened hitting you and making your heart race.

You sat up in bed noticing that you were wearing a long white dress and you didn't remember changing, nor did you remember how the conversation ended.

You ran your hand over your head remembering the blow you took, but there was nothing else there, just like the bruises on your knees had disappeared.

It was real. It was all real.

The realization that it took to hit you now left you breathless. You pressed your hand to your chest trying to breathe, tears streaming down your face. You wished it were real. Inside you, at some point you wished that everything was real, but now that you knew it scared you.

You sat on the bed for a long time, until your tears dried on your face and there was no sign of him. You wondered what he expected would happen now that you knew the truth. Should you fear him? It wasn't how you felt.

You felt adrift in your own life. Totally aimless and hopeless. You didn't know how to move on or if you wanted to move on if it meant you had to deny him. You were hopelessly and irrevocably in love with that Stephen Strange and everything else didn't seem to matter anymore.

You got up and left the room walking the dark corridors looking for him. There were so many questions you wanted to ask and this time you expected him to actually answer them.

You went down a long flight of stairs, your dress trailing on the floor behind you and the sound of a piano ringing through the shattered hall. You found him playing the piano, purple magic emanating from his hands as he played the keys with such ease and dexterity.

The music was so melancholic it made your heart clench in your chest, but at the same time it had something dark about it. You shivered at the sound of that melody, the sight of him playing the piano was almost mesmerizing and you barely realized how close your feet took you to him until your hand touched his shoulder. He kept playing without bothering to look at you.

“You are awake.”

You did not answer.

“You must think I'm a monster now that you know the truth.” He tsked “Everything I did, everything I planned...”

He didn't finish what he was saying, he continued to work on finishing the song he was playing and you noticed it reaching higher and higher notes in a crescendo that carried your heartbeat along with it.

“I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted to have you by my side.”

The music stopped abruptly, the magic in his hands dissipating, and you noticed when his hands shook again.

He sighed. “All the other Stephens, they've got you. Why can't I have you? Why can't I be happy?”

You could feel the pain in his voice. You didn't understand how it all worked, but you knew he was suffering and it felt unbearable to you.

“Stephen...” You whispered fearing he would scold you for calling him by his name. “I don't understand what you're telling me.”

He sighed heavily, gripping your hand that still rested on his shoulder, and then spoke again, the firm, authoritative voice you knew “I need to take you back. Someone might notice you disappeared.”

You shook your head “Stephen, talk to me. I need to understand what this all means. You can't let me go like this.”

He stood up turning to you and holding your face in his hands.

“Trust me, I don't want you to go. But I can't keep you here for that long. You need to go back.”

You shook your head “Stephen, please!”

He closed his eyes, absorbing the sound of your voice calling him by his name.

“I want to stay. I miss you. I didn't dream about you...” You interrupted what you were saying and corrected yourself “You haven't brought me here for weeks. I thought I would never see you again. It scared me to understand how much the idea of not seeing you hurted me.”

He caressed your face, hands trembling down your chin and holding you by the throat. He didn't squeeze, but there was something so possessive about the way he touched you. “It was never my intention to make you suffer, my love”

He kissed your lips sweetly. You weren't used to be treated so gently by him, but you liked the feeling. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you parted your lips in an invitation for him to deepen the kiss and so he did, his tongue penetrating your mouth, fighting against yours.

You moaned against his lips, your hand taking his hand that was on your face and moving it down to touch your breasts over the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed it, your nipple hardening under his hand. You parted your lips from his to breathe and placed kisses on his chin and down his neck.

Your hands went down his body trying to undress him from all that clothes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted him to touch you.

He grunted holding your hands and pulling away “It's different now.” He looked at you upset. It was as if the spell of two seconds ago had been broken and he had reverted to the man who always scared you. “You know what I did, you know what I am. How can you want to give yourself to a monster like me? You! You who are so sweet and so kind.”

He turned his back to you, both hands behind his it.

Your eyes filled with tears “You are not a monster to me.”

He turned to face you “Then you're too stupid to understand.”

Tears streamed down your face.

“Why do you need to do this? You're not a monster if you don't act like one!”

He did not answer.

“You brought me here and I don't even understand why. God knows I tried to fight you, but I surrendered a long time ago. Isn't that what you wanted? That I surrender to you? Why are you pushing me away now?”

He looked out the huge round window and spoke softly, you could barely hear his voice

“Could you be happy here, [Y/N]?”

You didn't understand what exactly he was asking “What?”

He sighed “Could you be happy here with me, [Y/N]?”

He turned around to face you “Could you be happy living in this god damn haunted house?”

You felt a shiver down your spine understanding what he was saying. Was this what he wanted? That you lived there with him in that destroyed universe?

He watched you closely, analyzing each of your facial expressions, trying to read your thoughts through them.

He could force you to stay, of course, but he hoped it wasn't necessary. He had you forcibly a few times before you surrendered to him, but it wasn't as satisfying as having you in his arms of your own will. But anything would be better than spending eternity there alone.

You tried to find your voice “Stephen... if you want me to stay, don't push me away.”

He walked over to you and touched your face, his thumb wiping away your tears.

“I can feel your whole body shaking. Is it from fear?”

You shook your head no.

“These questions are not meant to be answered with the mind, but with the heart.” He looked at you with those blue eyes and you felt intimidated by him.

“Could you let go of every thought of life you had before? Because I guarantee you, that only then will you be able to belong to me.”

You were too numb to understand the enormity of what he was suggesting, but in that moment it didn't seem so absurd if you could be by his side. Isn't that what you always wanted? Being with Doctor Strange? Belong to him?

“Yes” You replied and he narrowed his eyes.

“Don't make promises that you can’t keep.”

You shook your head “I just want to be with you. It's just what I want, what I've always wanted.”

He grabbed you and pulled you to his lips kissing you desperately. His hand behind your head. You moaned into his lips making his cock harden.

He couldn't fight the desire to have you. More than that, fucking you now was the consummation of the love you had for each other. Stripped of lies and deception, just the truth about who he was and where you really were.

He separated his lips from yours and brought his thumb to your lip. “Kneel.”

You stared at him not sure if you heard what he said.

“I said... kneel”

You obeyed and he looked at you kneeled before him in silence for a minute that felt like an eternity and then smirked

“This. This makes me happy. To have you totally at my disposal to do what I want with you. To please me the way I want. Do you want to make me happy?”

You nodded. Inside you knew it was what you were begging for. For him to use you as he pleased, for him to fuck you as only he could. It was through his happiness that you achieved yours.

“I'm yours. All I want is to be yours.” You said “Take me.”

He caressed your face, lifting your chin to get a better look at you, his smirk turning into lust and malevolence. He pulled you to your feet and took you in his arms and carried you to the piano placing you on top of it. He moved his fingers and purple magic emanated from them circling you, surrounding you.

“As much as I love to hear them, they are just words” He said menacingly “I need more than words. I need your soul.”

You didn't fight the magic that enveloped your body. It was an odd sensation, but it wasn't painful.

He moved his hands and you began to levitate, your arms and legs extended fully surrendered, your head tilting back.

“A promise can be broken, but a soul bond is forever.” His voice grew louder and firmer “You are mine now and forever, in this life and in all lives to come. Just say it.”

You were totally surrendered to his magic, there was no thought in your head that wasn't him, it was as if you were intoxicated by his presence and without knowing what it really meant you said the word that would bind you to him for all eternity.

“Yes.”

A purple magic string formed around your left ring finger, as well as his. It stayed there glowing for a second long enough for you to see and then it was gone. The purple magic dissipated into the air, your body slowly coming back down until your skin felt the chill of the piano on your back.

You stared at the ceiling, your body reacted as if you were drunk, your fingertips tingled, your head was spinning, but most of all, you felt euphoric.

You were too distracted by all the sensations in your body to notice a silent tear running down his cheek as he watched you. It was done. After so long looking for a way to be with you, he had finally done what was necessary and now no one could ever take you away from him.

“And what has been done cannot be undone.”

He slowly approached you and touched your face turning you so that you looked at him.

“Now we need to consummate our bond.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, grabbed the fabric of your dress and pulled it up to reveal your legs to him, spreading your knees in an invitation for him to possess you.

He smiled satisfied, licking his lips.

...

“So, Doctor, what do you think that happened here?”

Doctor Strange looked at the disfigured lifeless bodies on the floor. It didn't take a sorcerer to understand that the cause of the deaths was unnatural, but he still had trouble understanding what exactly killed those men.

"It's not exactly a loss for the city," the policeman continued, watching as Doctor Strange remained crouched looking for any clues as to what had actually happened. “Those two were idiots. They had been on our radar for a long time.”

Strange got up and walked slowly to the car. There were bloodstains on the bumper, the back door was open and there was blood on the backseat.

He couldn't help but feel a kind of energy emanating from that crime scene, it was like a residual energy that remained there after a big magical event. Stephen knew it wasn't a good thing. He could feel dark magic all over the place.

“Have you found the owner of the car yet?” He asked and the policeman took a look at the notebook he had in his hands.

“[Y/F/N]” He answered “She is a teacher, 29 years old, has an apartment not far from here. According to a friend, she got off work yesterday around 6pm and went to a doctor's appointment two blocks away.”

Strange nodded “Still missing?”

“It's like she had been abducted, or turned to dust.” He stopped when Doctor Strange gave him an irritated look “Yeah, sorry.”

Stephen looked inside the car and found a small leather wallet containing the car ID, some business cards and a work badge. He took the badge and took a good look and recognized you. It was the clumsy girl from the record store.

He put the wallet in his pocket and got out of the car. He opened a portal back to the Sanctum.

“Hey, Doctor. Give me a hand. What do you think happened here?”

“I'm still not sure” He replied without bothering to look at the policeman “I'll get in touch when I find out.”

“But what do I say to people? The reporters? They want to know where the girl is.”

Stephen sighed looking over his shoulder “I'll find her.”

…

The ground was cold under your back, but everything else was on fire. Your body felt like an electricity you'd never felt before and the desire you felt seemed to be magnified tenfold.

You moaned and your hips moved as if they had a life of their own and Stephen was beside you, caressing you lightly with his fingertips, running his hand down the side of your thigh and going under your dress, separating your knees and caressing your legs. , scratching and making you shiver and looking at you, staring at you with a devilish smile on his lips, but at the same time, there was a charm in his eyes, a contentment that wasn't there before.

“Stephen.. please touch me. I need you. I.. I am feeling strange.”

He widened his smile and bent down to kiss your lips “That's exactly how you must feel. You are mine now and your body knows it, it will always know it and it will ask for me, your husband.”

"Then take me" You whimpered "I need you inside me"

You took hold of the dress and pulled it back up revealing your legs that drooped to the sides in an invitation for him to finally touch you where you needed to be touched.

He took his hand between your legs and touched over your panties and you felt your entire body tremble.

“My sweet little girl needs me? Does that hurt? All this desire, this hunger for me?”

You nodded yes, your hips heaving against his hand begging for some friction.

He nodded “Okay, baby I will give it to you. Tell me how you want your husband to fuck you?”

You moaned, leaning your head back, fully surrendering to his magic.

"With your tongue, Stephen. Fuck me with your tongue."

He smirked and kissed you and got between your legs, he grabbed the fabric of your dress impatiently and with both hands he ripped it up to the waist. You stared at him in surprise as he did the same thing with your panties, ripping off the shredded pieces of fabric and revealing your aching core to him.

He stroked your slit lightly looking at you as he did so.

You moaned, begging for his touch

“Look at you baby. I never get tired of looking at you. So pretty, so pure, and its all for me. You are mine, do you understand? Mine.”

You moaned.

“Say it. Tell me you are mine. Tell me no man will ever touch you besides me. Tell me!”

You whimpered feeling tears form in your eyes. The desire you felt was becoming too much to bear. It was a physical pain, a need you felt to have him inside you that couldn't be normal.

“Say it. Or I won't fuck you and now I know exactly how you're feeling. How it hurts for me. Do you want me to ease your pain? Say it. Tell me you are mine.”

“Stephen... I am yours. I was always yours. No one will ever touch me. Nobody but you. Now please, please touch me. I can't take it, please, please I need you.”

He smiled satisfied and dived between your legs licking your entrance, collecting all your liquids and you took your hand to his hair pulling him where you wanted him.

He chuckled between your legs and backed away. You complained, but he didn't listen. He made a quick movement with his hands leaving you completely naked. Your body shivering in the cold air.

He pulled you to sit down and laid on the floor pulling you over him helping you to put your leg over his hip. He was fully clothed, but you couldn't help but rub your hips over his hard bulge and get some friction. He hissed, feeling your heat and wetness on his cock, but he pulled you up and positioned your thighs between his head. You didn't wait for him to give the order, you bent down feeling his nose graze your clit and his mouth licking and sucking your sweet and dripping hole.

He had his arms tight around your thighs so he could lift you and move you the way he wanted, but he let you move at your own pace.

You moaned loudly at the wonderful sensation of his tongue lapping at you, his goatee rubbing against your sensitive skin increasing the intensity of the friction.

You put both hands on the floor and started moving your hips faster, face fucking him in a very intense pace, moaning loudly as you did.

“This is so good, so good.”

You could feel an orgasm building inside your belly and you increased the pace, rubbing your cunt into his face.

“Fuck, Stephen. I am gonna cum in your face.”

He growled, the vibration intensifying all your sensations.

“Your face...” You repeated sobbing “I am cuming in your face.. your beautiful, beautiful face”

You moaned loudly, a cry escaping your lips as the orgasm hit you and you felt your whole body shaking and the sensation was so overpowering that tears were streaming down your face and you could barely breathe between your sobs.

He pulled you down, grabbing your neck and making you look at him.

His hair was disheveled, his face totally red and wet.

His animalistic expression softening as he saw you burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet, sweet girl, don't cry.” He caressed your face sitting up, keeping you sitting on his lap.

“It's too much” You said sobbing “I want you, it pains me, I don't know why I am feeling like this.”

He smiled wiping away your tears with his thumb “That’s because I put a spell on you, my love. Don't worry, I'm here to satiate you, you'll feel better after I fill you with my seed. That's what your body is asking for, it wants me to fill you.”

You nodded “Then fuck me Stephen, fill me, I need you.”

He pulled you to his lips kissing you gently and his kiss was like an oasis in the middle of the desert. You loved the tender way he caressed your face as he kissed you, your hands wrapped around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair. Nothing else seemed to matter to you but the two of you there on the floor of that Sanctum in that destroyed universe.

You proceeded to rub your hips over him. Your body asked for him as if you hadn't come two minutes ago, it was a desire like you'd never felt before.

“My kitten needs me that badly?”

You moaned, nodding impatiently. He chuckled and undressed with a gesture of his hands and hissed when you immediately grabbed his length rubbing hard and stood up positioning him at your entrance slowly lowering yourself down letting him penetrate you inch by inch stretching you.

“That’s it my love, I am all yours.”

You moaned loudly feeling his balls deep In you. You could feel all those strange sensations in your body intensifying and the only thing that seemed to make you feel better was when you moved and so you did, getting up and sitting back down on him forcefully, he groaned, jaw tight. , his eyes fixed on you, his hand holding your thigh firmly, the other supporting your back. You repeated the movement over and over and all the sensations were so otherworldly that your entire body was shaking, but you couldn't stop, you needed it rough.

“Stephen... please.”

He growled pulling you over and turning you so you were lying on the floor, you whimpered at the lack of contact, your hand reaching for him to tuck him back inside you. He entered you with a rough thrust, you screamed, not in pain, but because it quenched the desire you felt, you understood that you needed him to fuck you like that.

He knew exactly how you felt, he took it all off leaving just the tip and then pushed it all back in again stretching you hard.

“Is that how you like it my love? Rough? Does my kitten in heat need to be fucked hard?”

You moaned out loud “Yes, yes, Stephen. Please, harder.”

He pulled your leg up, tucking it over your chest and managing to go deeper with a thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs.

Your eyes filled with tears, all those sensations were too much for you.

He brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing hard, you could barely breathe, he increased the speed of his thrusts, the sound of flesh clashing against flesh was all you could hear.

“You wanted me to be real. Does it feel real enough for you now?” He asked through gritted teeth.

You whimpered, unable to respond, his grip on your throat making your head spin.

“I'm going to cum inside you the way you want, do you know what that means? That I will complete the spell and you will be mine forever. Is this what you want?”

You nodded.

As if possible he increased the pace even more, managing to go even deeper and you could feel him throbbing inside you, your own body shaking all over as your cunt squeezed him.

“Such a good girl for me, you have always been such a good girl.” He groaned loudly, almost a roar, the grip of his hand on his throat becoming almost unbearable.

“Take it, my love. Take my seed, it's all yours.”

You moaned feeling his semen spilling inside you and it was enough for your body to drag you into its own. The climax consuming you.

Your entire body trembling beneath his, all those sensations, that fire that seemed to consume you from the inside out, that pain deep in your womb, disappeared the moment he filled you with his seed.

Your body finally relaxed under his and he eased the pressure in your throat and you coughed feeling the air return to your lungs. He caressed your face, a tear running down his cheek.

“So beautiful, you are so beautiful.”

You touched his face, wiping away the tears with your thumb and smiled, the most beautiful smile he's ever seen in his life.

“I love you, Stephen.”

He shook his head chuckling, tears streaming down his face.

“I love you too, my sweet, sweet girl.”

He kissed you softly, holding your hand in his, the string of purple magic glowing again on your finger and his, now even stronger.

“You are mine.”

“I am yours.”

...

In your universe full of life and light and noise, Stephen Strange woke up panting sitting up in bed and running his hands over his face. His body all wet with sweat and a fire consuming him from the inside out, an uncontrollable desire to have you just like he had in his dream on the floor of that dark Sanctum, you begging him to fuck you and telling him you loved him. The image was so vivid, it felt so real.

He sighed as he flopped back on the pillows, his cock so hard it twitched. He ran his hand over his face again. There was no way he could start the day in that state.

Stephen reached under the blankets and grabbed his length, closing his eyes and letting his mind take him back to the dream he had just woken up from. He slowly moved his hand up and down, feeling his entire body tremble with the sensation.

He sighed in frustration, as far as he knew you could be dead, how wrong was he to jerk off thinking about you?

He pulled back the blankets uncovering himself and stood up using his other hand, he spat into his hand and brought the saliva to his cock and started to jerk off. He kept his eyes closed, concentrating on your moans and your desperate pleas for him to fuck you.

A low moan escaped his lips, remembering the violent way he fucked you in that dream, Stephen liked to be rough sometimes, but this was different, it was animalistic, he'd never fucked a woman like that and in that moment he imagined himself doing it with you.

He could feel his cock throbbing in his hands, he was close. He squeezed his hand and increased his pace, his breathing becoming ragged. He could see you perfectly in front of his closed eyes, so beautiful, so fragile and totally given to him, being fucked so hard it looked like he was going to break you in half.

He wanted that, he wanted to be the man doing that to you, not in a dream, but for real. He wanted you, he needed you, he needed to hear you say those words to him, telling him how much you loved him and that you were his, his alone.

Stephen moaned loudly, giving himself over to his climax, the hot load splashing down his stomach and running down his hand.

He flopped down on the bed facing the ceiling of his room at the Sanctum, breathing slowly returning to normal. He sighed, running a hand over his face, surprised by the intensity of his desire for you. He didn't even know you. He felt guilty for having jerked off thinking about you when he knew you could be in danger. He got up going to the bathroom and turned on the shower letting the cold water wash those dirty images away.

He needed to find you and if necessary to save you.

Part 5 already posted. You can read it HERE

Leave a comment if you liked it. Interact! I will love to read all of your comments and opinions. It inspires me to keep writing ;)

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yuzu-all-the-way · 2 years ago

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Yuzuru Hanyu's senior SP costumes

3. Otonal

Otonal is the short program which Yuzu used during the 2018-2019 season and partly during the 2019-2020 season (he switched back to Ballade No. 1 & Seimei for 2020 4CC - for more info about the change, watch this). This program is a tribute to Johnny Weir, one of the skaters which inspired Yuzu.

In 2018, the rules of figure skating changed and the +/-5 GOE system was introduced.

With Otonal, Yuzu broke two world records. The first, at the 2018 Grand Prix of Helsinki with a score of 106.69 points (at this GP, Yuzu also broke the world record for the FS and for the total score).

Yuzuru became the first skater to score above 110 points at the 2018 Rostelecom Cup in the new system (110.53 points, to be exact), thus breaking a second world record within a couple of weeks.

Chronologically, these are Yuzu's 13th and 14th world records. The first 12 are now considered historical.

For more information about Otonal as a program check this post. For a shorter breakdown of the StSq, here.

As it generally happens when Yuzu recycles programs, his costume underwent quite a change from 2018-2019 to 2019-2020. The two versions are generally referred to as Otonal 1.0 and Otonal 2.0.

Once again, blue Yuzu costumes. It could be that the colour for Otonal is chosen to correspond to JW's own Otonal costume.

[Such a long post. Read more under the cut.]

Otonal 1.0

For the making of the costume - here

The design of Otonal 1.0 struck me as unique the first time I saw it. The short hem of the top is quite unusual, however, I like how it draws attention to Yuzu's waist. The sequins added to the high waist of the lower part of the costume contribute to this effect as well.

This is the first costume of Yuzu's which has a deep V-neck and a high collar in the back (Origin 2.0 has a similar design). I prefer this gradient to the ones the Chopin costumes had. It's a soft transition from an extremely light shade of blue (Geyser) to a darker shade of blue (Matisse). It contrasts beautifully with Yuzu's skin tone and it's easy to follow on the ice, too.

The cleavage is covered with skin-coloured mesh-cloth. The ruffles on the sides of it are interwoven with sequin strips that crisscross and small rhinestones. There's also a subtle color difference between the ruffles and the cloth underneath them.

The sequin-pattern travels down the front and nicely wraps around the back alongside the hem of the top.

The vertical back pattern also consists of crisscrossed sequin strips with simple sequins scattered around, a beautiful center piece of the costume. Personally, I see within this back pattern a resemblance to the traces left by blades on ice.

The upper arms and the wrists together with the back of the hands don the same crisscrossed pattern with sequins around them. The details and the way everything flows together for this costume make it one of my favorite Yuzuru Hanyu costumes ever. The blue theme is also a plus for me.

At 2018 Autumn Classic, Yuzu wore skin-colored gloves. In later competitions, Yuzu chose dark colored ones as they contrast with the ice and the hand-movements, all the way to the fingertips, are easier to see. It's well-known how much attention Yuzu pays to the choreography of his programs - even his fingers have their own choreography, so it's important for us, the public, to be able to see the movements clearly.

Plus, the gloves emphasize the elegance of Yuzu's hands and gestures.

Otonal 1.0 is genuinely one of Satomi Ito's best creations for Yuzu, in my opinion. It can be argued that compared to other costumes (such as Phantom of the Opera, Seimei or Otonal 2.0) the design is simpler. Nevertheless, the beauty lies in how all the elements come together and when Yuzu skates, this costume is magical.

Otonal 2.0

Ice Emperor - this is the first thing that comes to mind when I see Yuzu wearing this costume. The pose, the eyes, the spirit of this athlete, all create a stoic and confident image.

This time, the costume is a very light shade of blue - it definitely reminds me of how ice is usually shown in drawings hence my instant connection to the term "Ice Emperor".

I admit that the first photo is not perfectly showing off the colors of Otonal 2.0 nor is it too helpful for distinguishing the details. Yet, I chose this photo specifically because of the pose since I wanted to present a direct contrast between Otonal 1.0 and Otonal 2.0.

This costume is much more complex than the first version, in my eyes. There are multiple shades of blue used, the gradient still being present, although, it is a subtle gradient. At a first glance and seen from afar, the costume seems to get darker from top to bottom. While this is technically true, the gradient is not uniform. The strips of material that create the 'shredded' hem can be seen to have different shades of blue. This detail enhances the beauty and uniqueness of this costume as well as allows the costume to flow naturally.

The high neckline enriches the elegance of the costume as a hint of the ruffles from Otonal 1.0 remains. The folded material on the torso seems to be a bit bulky, yet the sequins and few rhinestones manage to soften the look. I truly like the way the top has an overlapping effect based on how the material is sewed and on the angle of the folds. On Yuzu's right, they are angled to flow downwards, while the ones on his left are oriented towards the center. The effect is further supported by the sequins placement - running along the folds.

While Otonal 1.0 mostly has silver sequins and sequin strips (detail which I've just noticed), Otonal 2.0 combines more sequin colors - gold, silver, dark and light blue. In the above close-up photo, the visual is stunning. What can't be seen in this photo but is noticeable in the first and last Otonal 2.0 photos are the sequins on the front that run down the 'overlap' stitch creating a beautiful more prominent strip.

The back of the costume maintains the folded fabric style with the zipper running down the middle of the back, becoming the line where the folds meet. In contrast with the front of the costume, the back pattern is formed of multiple Vs alternating from light to dark blue. Moreover, the Vs are accentuated by the sequins. The 'shredded' hem is a gentle transition between the sharp pattern and the plain black pants. The colors of the sequins used are the same as the ones on the front as expected in order to maintain the symmetry of the costume.

The sleeves are another beautiful feature of the costume. While the front and back are loaded with fabric, sequins and various gradient stages, the sleeves are light and nearly empty. This gives a balance to the costume. Also, I can't quite tell from these photos if the sleeves are almost see-through or simply very lightly colored.

Nevertheless, the details, such as the faded dark blue lines together with the sequins and the dark blue cuffs, complete Otonal 2.0's look. As pointed out for Otonal 1.0, Yuzu prefers gloves that contrast with his costumes for the gestures to be seen more clearly. This version doesn't lack the gloves either and they blend in well with the cuffs.

Overall, Otonal 2.0 is far more elegant than 1.0, in my opinion. Both are incredible costumes and fit the music very well (not to mention the choreography).

There's been a debate going on through my mind about which Otonal version I prefer. I'd have thought once I wrote this post (I refrain from calling it an 'analysis' since I'm simply describing the things I'm seeing) I would know.

Not a chance. I was once an Otonal 1.0 lover then Otonal 2.0 sneaked in , so now I'm indecisive. Since there's no competition needed, though, I can safely conclude that both costumes have their own vibe and create different atmospheres for the program while in motion. Otonal 1.0 is more relaxed, dare I say, playful, while Otonal 2.0 is serious and commanding all the attention.

This is a post-series that’s meant to complement the ranking of Yuzu’s senior SPs in order of personal preference

Note: The costumes are in the order I ranked Yuzu’s SPs, not in order of least favourite to favourite costume

#yuzuru hanyu #otonal #otonal 1.0 #otonal 2.0 #2018 ACI #2018 rostelecom cup #2018 cor #sp yuzu costumes #figure skating #2019 gpf #2019 nhk

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arknights-imagines · 2 years ago

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Okay so what’s your opinion on phantom? If you don’t mind me asking.

Hi there anon 💕!!

Aaa omg, my opinion on Phantom, okay ✨!!! I don't mind at all dw! Ty for asking aaa 💞~

(Phantom sends his greetings, and Miss Christine as well sgshs! He's used to the spotlight and he's happy to be here for everyone 💕~)

Phantom is another one of my most favourite Operators omg 🥳!!! Initially I wasn't v interested in him, however as time went on and I came to learn more about him, I grew to love him lots! I've mentioned this before dvdhd, one of the main reasons he became one of my favourites is because he's inspired by the musical 'Phantom of the Opera', which happens to be one of my favourite musicals 👉👈 svshsbs anywho, I really enjoy using him in-game and writing for him here on the blog, lots and lots aaa 🥰!!!

Firstly, I love his design v v much 😭💕!!! His rather elegant and Victorian-esque way of dressing fits with one of my favourite sort of clothing styles (which is formal and expensive suits, with ties and such!) so I love all of the outfits he wears ✨! I also find it v v cute that he sometimes matches with Miss Christine a lil bit, such as how she wears a red bow around her neck and he wears his red tie in his 'Dreambind Castle' skin svshsgs!

I like his lynx ears and small tail sgshs 🥺💕 (he has the features of a Canada Lynx, I've noticed~) and his EN voice is phenomenal, his EN voice actor did him lots of justice!!!

(And I'm v v excited for his live2D skin to release to the EN server aaa 🥳!!! It's super breathtaking and he looks super cool!)

Secondly, in terms his skills set in-game, he's one of my most favourite Operators to use (just after 'Rico sgjshs ✨) as he lots of fun for me! Phantom is extremely flexible and useful, he can do just about everything you'd need a Fast-Redeploy Operator to do 👍! Not to mention that he's a two-in-one with his clone 'The Phantom in the Mirror', which can be retreated and redeployed also!

I've put lots and lots of resources, time, and LMD towards my Phantom v gladly with no regrets ever svshs 🥳!! I bring him almost everywhere I go in-game lolol 👍~

(Here's my Phantom aaa ✨!! I'm currently working on the Mastery 3 for his first skill!)

Thirdly, as for his character agahs!! He's v v compelling; tragic in some ways zghsgs, however with some hope for betterness as well 🤔!

Unfortunately, Phantom has been through v v much aaa... 😭😭 From when he was a child, for lots of years, he was in the control of the Crimson Troupe sbsjs and I can't imagine what they forced him to do or what they manipulated him into doing was any good - to say the least 😔

Considering his past, Phantom is v elusive - he doesn't wish to linger around people or create bonds and such, for quite a long time it seems as if his only close companion was Miss Christine

He often talks about himself in manners such as "there's no need to remember me" and "you shouldn't have to bear any of my burdens", such as here:

"I need not. In times of celebration, there need not be me. Under the midday sun, there need not be shadow."

"They have nothing to gain from remembering me."

"You'd like to hear my real voice? No, you can't. It isn't something you ought to bear..."

I feel that, because of what he's done under the control of the Crimson Troupe, Phantom believes himself to be a person whom people should steer away from, as the unfortunates that follow him will befall them if they don't wvshhs 😔 Fortunately, since joining Rhodes Island, it seems as though he's beginning to accept the care and kindness of others , and shows warmth to others also (such as when he interacts with his fellow Operators or with us, the Doctor 💕)!

Phantom has a lot to atone for, however I feel that before he can do any of that, he must forgive himself first svshs 👉👈! And I believe that if he remains with us and Rhodes Island, he's most definitely on the path towards forgiving himself and such 👍!

I hope that someday he'll be able to forgive himself, and be able to be happy and loved 😭💕 he's been through so much, he deserves to be safe, and also lots of love and happiness!!!

Anywho svshsg, now for a small Phantom relationship headcanon ✨!

Fourthly, I feel that Phantom would like it lots when his s/o wears his clothing svshs 🥺!! He maybe is unsure with physical affection, so having his s/o wrapped him his cloak or wearing one of his jackets his a way for him to stay close to them without actually being physically close 💕! He'd definitely compliment you as well, mentioning how you look wonderful in his clothing svshs 🥰~

That's it, just about all of my thoughts on Phantom svshs ✨!!

Tysm for your ask anon, and for giving me the chance to talk about our theatre catboy, who I like v much 🥰!! My opinion of him has went through lots of changes, so it was interesting for me to think on all of this stuff I've talked about here aaa~

Like I've mentioned before, all of you guys are welcome to send in asks regarding my thoughts on Rhodes Islands Operators ✨!

Okay sgshsh, I'll get back to work on what's next for the blog now 👍!! Ty again for your ask anon, I hope you'll stick around and please have a great day 🌸!!!

#excuse the inactivity these past few days svshs 😭 something important came up however I'm back now!!!#arknights #arknights imagines #not an imagine #arknights x reader #phantom arknights #inbox #inbox reply #what exe thinks about rhodes islands operators 🤔#anon #anon reply #arknights phantom #lucien arknights

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yeoldontknow · 3 years ago

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☽ it was the night | pcy ↬ teaser ☾

Summary: As a child, you are takenfrom a convent in Rouen and hired as a choirgirl popular. From your first night in the opera house, you hear stories of the famed Opera Ghost - the wailing behind the walls, breezes in corridors where there are no windows. Try as you might to ignore the tales, you grow into them and accept them as life in the opera. It is only as an adult that you learn the ghost is real - and he is no ghost at all. As an adult, you learn you might actually love the creature that lurks in the night. Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female) Genre: historical au; Phantom of the Opera!au; romance; smut; fluff Estimated WC: 26-30K Posting Date: Jan 23

These days, I view our first meeting as little more than a game or an act of pretense. So distant was he from me, I assumed it was all a dream - a fantasy inspired by opening night adrenaline. Worse, I thought perhaps one of the other girls had put on a rouse to fill me with hope or, more likely, to embarrass me in the harsh light of day out of their propensity for jealousy.

Shrouded in darkness, he cleaved desperately to his secrets, though I suppose it served the purpose he intended. All his mystery and carefully chosen words fanning the flames of my blood. Brilliant, as always, and tearing straight through to the heart of me, as though he has known me all along. Looking back, I suppose he did.

From that moment, I became plagued by Aeon Smith, by his person and the idea of him. As the days passed, I felt tormented, perpetually ruminating over his existence and the truth of his name. Rather, not a name but a title, a reality. To me, he continued to remain nameless, paradoxically identifiable without an identity, and this only served to bewilder me beyond the comprehension of my imagination.

I am the son.

Infuriating, to know the what of a man before knowing the who. Or rather, no, I find this declaration unfair. In music and in letters, he had done nothing but reveal himself to me - always, he was baring his soul to me, presenting himself as though he were naked, skinned down to the bone to display all his ugliest parts.

Every dissonant chord penned by his quill was an exposure of a flaw, one of his flaws, and I was moved into loving and appreciating them with all of myself. Every major chord was a virtue, and therefore it was easy to adore those pieces, easy to love and understand them, to want them all over me as a slight fall of rain, but it was his dissonance, the anger and wrath of his pieces that became the subtle clues I mulled over for weeks on end.

From that night forward, we met weekly, always in the chapel and always under the cover of darkness. It was not long before the skin of my bare feet became immune to the cold chill of the floor, before I hardly needed a candle to guide my way, eventually only taking it to add a sliver more of light to the room in the hopes of seeing his face.

Rarely did he allow himself to lean into it.

My favourite nights were the ones filled with moonlight, nights when the sky was clear of clouds and the moon, unwavering her adoration of his features, made it difficult for him to hide from me. Bathed in silver, I took my time admiring his features, and I suppose he pretended to be unaware of my yearning but he could never truly hide his smile.

I was intimately familiar with his dimple for I knew much of him at all.

Some nights, the moon would deliver to me the perfect curvature of his upper lip, pink and swollen, unkissed yet desperate to be so; another, the peak of his ear followed quickly by the slender length of his right hand. The veins carved hills and valleys, and all the light in the world strained to reach him.

The visions of him flickered with the movement of my candles, and each time, every time, my body ached to touch him. Steadily it grew worse the more I made him laugh, that intoxicating thunder invading my blood; I’d grown addicted to it, inching closer and closer, pew by pew, until I was under it - under him - completely covered.

It was our fifth meeting when I finally learned his name, every syllable connected to his tenuous lineage. By then, I’d done my best to needle it out of him, willing it to spill from his lips so often I’d eventually ceased altogether, certain it was the least important piece of him. Perhaps I should have been wary of his fastidious secrecy, but I had so many more important parts of him his name was almost inconsequential.

I’d arrived in low spirits, feeling tired and feeling somewhat lost, capsizing, perhaps, in a sea of performance exhaustion and unrequited love. The truth of the wax seal had burned inside me for days, a fire in my mouth I wished to spit at everyone who dared praise Monsieur Park for his airs of magnanimity. Worse still, I knew every color, every shape, but not his name and not the full beauty of his face. My imagination was gifted but feasting on slivers of him felt much the same as feeding on ghosts.

I craved all of him, every answer, every tragedy, every breath trapped inside his lungs.

And so that night lingers in my memory, perfect and immortal, tangible as though it has happened not twelve hours previous. For it was not merely his name he gave me, but his entire visage, the mole that kissed his nose, the stars in his eyes, the smile he wore just for me.

And that night he gave me everything.

#chanyeol x reader #chanyeol x you #chanyeol smut #chanyeol au #chanyeol fic #chanyeol fanfic #fic teaser #exo au #exo fanfic #park chanyeol

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polarisbibliotheque · 3 years ago

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Dante, Vergil, V and Nero Quick Halloween Scenarios - V Version

First one with V, last one on the Halloween series! Hooray! Also, the ending of this scenario is just something else. I sometimes have strong feelings while listening to music and I was sucker-punched while writing this - so it shows at the ending.

Pairing: V x Reader (+ Vergil x Reader. In this household, Vergil is V and he's able to separate sometimes - there will be a fic with Vergil's s/o meeting V for the first time)

Summary: Kyrie decided to take the kids from the Orphanage on a field trip to the Opéra during Halloween - with your and Nero's help - but now, they don't want to leave: they expect to meet the infamous Phantom of the Opéra. While you wait, though, another figure emerges from the darkness - someone you really weren't expecting.

Author’s Notes: I might have scared some children by dramatically playing the Phantom of the Opera theme on a dusty piano on my school theatre's backstage because they wouldn't leave and we needed to rehearse when I was younger. So, that part from this fic might be true.

Also, this takes a huge turn at the end and I am aware. It's been a long time I don't have weird feelings like the one I had while listening to music to write this, so it really shows. I'm sorry if if seems too... Much by the end. I blame my heart and the powers that be. I truly feel I need to state this over and over, for no rason at all :)

Kyrie thought it was a brilliant idea to take the kids for a visit at the local Opéra during Halloween – blatantly inspired by the night you were watching The Phantom of the Opera together and Nero got to experience the story for the first time.

You all pretended you didn’t see him shedding some tears at the end, silencing Nico so she wouldn’t annoy him forever because of it – as Kyrie would put it herself “please, don’t take his human heart away, I love to see it”.

Nico couldn’t really complain about that.

So, there you were, taking a day off from your every day fighting at the Devil May Cry in order to help Kyrie keep peace – alongside Nero. Nico had to spend the day improving all your weapons, though, so she was nowhere to be found.

Probably deep inside her van – working on her Magnum Opus.

“She has a new MO every week, though.” Nero scoffed by your side, both of you behind the group of kids to make sure none of them would get lost.

“At least she’s confident in her work.” You shrugged back, making him laugh. “But hey, we gotta admit, Nico has the best weapons. I can trust literally anything that woman puts in my hands.”

“Well… Can’t actually say that.” He raised one eyebrow, but his smile denounced his mocking tone. “Nico can put some pretty damn explosives in my hands, but ya know, they always useful.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing. He was right: you could trust her weapons were good, you couldn’t trust they wouldn’t blow up in all sorts of directions when you stated using them, though.

“You know, I bet she was the one who implanted that Hysteric move on Kalina Ann.” As you said it, Nero couldn’t agree more. Nico and Lady were the best pair together: a perfect recipe for mayhem. “But see? She’s an artist that brings happiness to all people!”

“Oh, yeah! Nico sparks joy all around!” And you both couldn’t stop laughing at your own joke. At the end of the day, you actually believed your words. Even if you were making fun, it was your own way of admiring her work without sounding too “mushy” – as Nero would put it himself.

“Literally!” You said together, bursting in laughs even more. Some kids even looked back at you and it took you a while to notice Kyrie had been standing with them on the same spot for quite some time. She approached you, looking a little distressed.

“Hey, everything ok, angel?” As soon as Nero turned into his worried persona, automatically calling her like that, you couldn’t refrain from smiling. He could try to be as badass as he wanted, everyone knew how much of a soft heart Nero had for his dearest human.

“The kids don’t want to leave.” She sighed, resting her hands on her hips. “I already did all I can, but they insist they want to stay.”

“Is there a reason why…?” You raised one eyebrow, finding that all too strange. You loved the Opéra, yes, but you remembered your school days when you were the only kid who wanted to be around music all the time like that.

“They heard a story about a Phantom in an Opéra…” Kyrie gave Nero a sideways look, making him blush slightly. She had a faint knowing smile on her lips, though. “And now, once it’s Halloween, they want to meet him.”

“I bet if they got scared with the Phantom, they’d want to run back to the Orphanage.” Nero rolled his eyes, making you both laugh. Who would’ve known he would like the story that much to tell it to the kids?

“Maybe, but we’re not scaring them.” Kyrie had a slightly chastising tone, one that reminded you a lot of Vergil. You wondered if he was already back at the shop and if you would be able to get him out of there that night. Probably not. “They said they want to know the ending of the story.”

You both just stared at Nero – and he knew what that meant. He resisted a while, pretending not to notice you and Kyrie looking at him so intently – but, after some time, Nero just had to yield.

“Fine. I’ll finish the story, then we’re goin’ home. Stop starin’ at me like that, you both!” He huffed, shaking his head from side to side while walking towards the kids. You and Kyrie celebrated with a quick hi-five before she almost hopped all the way to her boyfriend.

You stayed in the back, leaning on a pillar while watching Nero getting the kids comfortable on the floor to resume the story of the Phantom of the Opéra. It was one of your favorite musicals – and one of Vergil’s. You always watched the live versions when you had the chance, and you knew the songs by heart. Vergil loved listening to you singing the tunes of the musical on a lazy day, closing his eyes and taking in your voice ever so calmly.

He said it sounded like waves of gold – whatever he meant by that. In your point of view, there was nothing too special about your voice or your singing, but Vergil couldn’t refrain from letting himself get lost on it. You always suspected it had something to do with the time he spent in Hell, but he’d never tell you – Vergil’s heart was always heavily protected by rock solid walls, even if it allowed you to slowly step in; every day going a little deeper, even if just one inch.

As you both always said, your love was a marathon, not a sprint.

You didn’t even realize your feet started moving until you were at the backstage. The Opéra opened its doors for you that evening in a way you had never seen it before – it gave access to almost every place, so the kids would get to know it well. They were just outside: you could still hear Nero’s voice and his storytelling, but there was something about the empty stage that called your feet to step on it.

Emerging from the shadows, you found yourself in the dimly lit stage, almost too dark to take in the sea of chairs in the horizon. It was quiet, welcoming and there was something of soothing about it. You knew Vergil would’ve loved to be there if he didn’t have to work.

“Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night.” A deep voice hid in the shadows, letting you know there was someone else with you. Someone you did not expect.

“V?” You furrowed your brows, searching for him in the dark. You heard a slight laugh – quick, a little too full of himself, but definitely content you were so quick to know it was him. He and Vergil rarely get separated, so there must had been a really good reason for it to happen.

V did inherit Vergil’s drama, though. Even more than his white-haired counterpart, you’d argue – if he hadn’t appeared yet to say hello, you suspected he wanted to play a little game.

That phrase his velvety dark voice slowly recited in the shadows was from the Phantom of the Opéra. You had to answer accordingly.

“Father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream he’d appear.” You sang in a low tone, only for the bearer of the voice to listen to you. It wasn’t very usual to you to sing around for everyone to listen, so if V wanted to hear you properly, he’d have to come closer. “Now as I sing I can sense him and I know he’s here.”

Once more, you heard his dark and gentle laugh emerge from the shadows – in a delighted way. That made a faint smile color your lips, giving you a little confidence to keep going – a little louder this time. Just a little, as the song required.

“Here in this room he calls me softly, somewhere inside, hiding…” As you chanted the words, you could swear you heard him whispering your name, even if just a faint sound hidden in the air. “Somehow I know he’s always with me, he, the unseen genius…”

“Love, love, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can’t come true.” V’s voice echoed once more, strong and slow, between singing and reciting. Only he could deliver those words like that, and you could always hear his smile in his words – even if you couldn’t see him. “Love, you’re talking in riddles, and it’s not like you.”

“Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory –“ You made your voice slightly louder one more time, hearing an exclamation of adoration from the shadows. You sat by the edge of the stage, closing your eyes and allowing you to sing to your – and his – heart’s content. “Angel of music, hide no longer! Secret and strange angel!”

“Oh, but aren’t secrets what makes discoveries more delightful, my angel…?” V’s voice was low and slow on its delivery, as you were used to. When you opened your eyes, there he was: standing right in front of you, leaning on his silver cane, with a gentle smile in his soft lips and kindness in his eyes. Still half covered in shadow, but it was unmistakably the other side of your lover you didn’t get to see that often.

“It definitely makes them more rewarding.” You allowed a smile to shine on your lips, not knowing how that made V’s heart soar and melt in his chest. His adoration for you couldn’t be put into words – and he used to believe everything could be written in black and white.

It took him love to realize how limited poets were – their beautiful and careful choice of words on paper just a feeble attempt to explain, or just register, such a confusing and delightful sea of emotions.

“Is everything ok?” You tilted your head to the side, leaning in your arms still by the edge of the stage. You shined in golden gleams of light, slightly above him, and V could never say you weren’t a real angel on earth.

“A worried angel, as always.” His smile seemed even more caring, but his eyes had a concealed hint of agony. Even if he wished it was different, V knew you’d never stop worrying about those you loved – and his heart couldn’t keep that feeling for too long after you smiled softly at his answer. “Yes, yes… Everything is alright. Vergil didn’t want you to be alone today and this job is slightly more difficult than he and Dante had predicted.”

“Meaning they underestimated their enemy.” You giggled as he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head in confirmation, gesturing nonchalantly.

“You can put it that way.” And as V opened his eyes, he let himself smile once more when meeting yours. “He asked me to be with you tonight.”

“As if I of all people needed protection on the most haunted night of the year.” You scoffed as a tease, not really meaning your words – even though V knew how greatly it annoyed you when Vergil became too protective.

“Oh, I am not here as a guardian…” V approached the stage as he saw you were about to climb down, in order to be closer to him. Within arm’s reach, he extended one of his hands, leaning on his cane with the other. “I am here to cure loneliness.”

And it was your turn to have your heart melted. All the walls Vergil built so carefully around his heart seemed to be away whenever V was present: he was sincere, he showed his feelings and always did his best to assure you that you were safe to allow yourself to feel as well – at least, whenever you were around him, that was exactly the impression you had.

To hide your feelings from V was a wasted effort: he could read you clearly, as if you were an open book right in front of his eyes.

And his favorite book, he’d have to argue.

“Well… Then I’m glad you are here, angel of music.” You answered in a slightly teasing tone, making him hum in delight as your soft hand met his silky touch. Carefully, you stepped down from the stage, with V doing his best to make sure you’d get to the floor safe and sound.

“It has been a while since I last heard you sing.” He put away a rebellious strand of hair that insisted on keeping falling on your eyes – more like an automatic gesture than anything else. It always amused you how some of Vergil’s quirks were inherited by him – but V’s always allowed his to be more heartfelt.

“It’s been a while since I last saw you.” And even with that, you didn’t sound accusing or sad. It was just a statement – you did wish you could spend more time with V, but you did enjoy your time with Vergil. It was a little complicated learning how to deal with the situation at first, but now you were used to it, for one reason only: his eyes.

You argued the eyes were indeed the doors to one’s soul – and their eyes, although differing in color and style, were, deep down, the same. At first, one would think they were looking at a different person, but to the more observing – such as you – it was clear: the soul residing in those eyes was the same. And how could you not love that very same soul, in spite of the many appearances it could wear?

“And yet, you see me every day.” V gently tilted his head to the side, allowing his fingers to slightly brush your cheek. His human experience was a fragile one and it always seemed he was hesitant he would hurt you.

“Define you, phantom of the Opéra.” As you answered, he allowed a nonchalant smile to light up his lips.

“Nero is telling the story to the children outside. I thought it would be… Fitting.” He watched you with smart eyes as you entangled your fingers with his, tracing them as you would with Vergil.

“Perfectly. If only the kids had seen you, maybe they’d have run away back to the Orphanage. Kyrie is failing miserably at taking them back: they refuse to go.” While you talked, V took over your hand, starting to trace the lines in your palm with his fingers. It was something he did, always paying attention to you.

“They might need some encouragement, then.” The way he delivered his words and gave you a knowing look, made you giggle. You had noticed V didn’t only have a vein to be dramatic, but also a vein to be mischievous.

And you had to admit you liked it.

“And I give up!” You heard Nero’s voice emerging from the outside, into the stage. “Already told’em the full thing and they don’t wanna go! Now, they wanna stay here to meet the Phantom!” He looked positively annoyed, which made you hold your laugh back. Yes, it was funny, but you didn’t want to get Nero fuming. “V…?”

“Hello, Nero.” The dark-haired man answered with a calm smile while Nero was ready to ask what the hell he was doing there. “It’s a long story… But Dante and Vergil won’t make it back in time for Halloween. Vergil sent me so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Oh, so considerate.” Nero just rolled his eyes and you actually expected a ‘he should’ve done that before leaving, huh?’; but Nero didn’t deliver. It was good to see he was getting to better terms with his father. “Well, V, now that you’re here, you’re helpin’ as well! We gotta get the kids back before it gets dark outside.”

You furrowed your brows when you saw the silhouette of an old, dusty piano in the backstage. Suddenly, you had an idea. It wasn’t the best, Nero was going to kill you… But he didn’t really have to know. Only V.

“Y/n is gone. And V as well. That’s great.” As the sky got darker, Nero got grumpier. He was on the verge of triggering and simulating a demon attack so that the kids would run to safety as soon as possible.

But that wouldn’t work: they had already seen Nero in his trigger form and, knowing it was him, the kids had no fear of his blue-skinned, yellow-eyed, horned figure.

If they saw Dante or Vergil though, they’d never set foot out of the Orphanage again, though.

The hypocrisy.

“V is here? Are you sure…?” Kyrie was already thinking Nero was speaking nonsense from being too stressed, but he confirmed with his head.

“Yeah, yeah, something about Dante and my ol’ man not coming back tonight…” He sighed, resting his hands on his hips. The children insisted in getting to the stage to wait for the Phantom and things were getting too out of hand for his taste. “We can load ‘em into the bus anyway.”

“Like a bunch of potato sacks? Carrying them under our arms, one by one?” Kyrie giggled uncontrollably at that mental image. She always thought Nero got adorably irritated on situations like that.

He himself had to laugh.

“I was thinkin’ more like loading puppies on a car, but yeah. Like that.” He looked down, before looking back into her eyes, ashamed of his own idea. “Kinda dumb, huh?”

“I think you’re adorable.” Kyrie whispered back, quickly pecking his lips. “But now we have to…”

Suddenly, before she could even finish the sentence, most of the lights on stage disappeared – leaving only a few to illuminate certain spots on the curtains. The children gasped and, prior to their questions of excitement if they would meet the Phantom, a dramatic, terrifying piano song filled up the room. It was his song.

The lights flickered. The children screamed. Nero protected Kyrie with his arms. None of them knew what was going on, but it couldn’t be good.

Emerging from the dark curtains of the backstage, a tall, dark-haired figure came in gliding in a cloud of ash and shadow. Sliding into the light, they could see a long black coat and a white mask covering half of his face. The children screamed, terrified he was really there.

And Nero wanted to kill you. That was V.

“Know that I am built up of death from head to foot…” His voice echoed like a looming song, a tune reserved only for the darkest hours of the night. “And that it is a corpse that will never, never leave you.”

Chaos ensued. The children started running and screaming, horrified that the Phantom had truly appeared. Kyrie tried to keep them together as much as she could – probably thinking of a thousand different ways to scold you and V for that stunt when she finally settled the little screaming voices. And Nero… He just stared at V for a while – that V who watched it all with a sassy, satisfied smile on his lips, resounding a theatrical laugh every now and then – and wondered how he and Vergil, of all people, could be the same person. And his father.

After coming to terms with that, though, Nero was set on his way to find you. And, only when Kyrie was already outside organizing the children on the bus – who now were frightened, but ecstatic they had seen the Phantom of the Opéra during Halloween – he saw you on the backstage, playing the Theme from the famous musical on that old, dusty piano left to rot behind the curtains.

“Really, y/n?” He had to ask, his hands on his hips as you just beamed in response.

“The talent from an angel of music can bring even the saddest corpses of an instrument back to life.” V’s voice was quiet and calm, as if he didn’t want to interrupt you in your performance.

“Well, that ‘really’ applies to you as well!” Nero raised one eyebrow, making you laugh as the music got to its last chords. “Are you sure you’re part of my dad? ‘Cause he’s grumpy as hell, not… Like that.”

“Well…” V sighed – a delighted sound as he leaned by the pillar next to the piano, slightly behind you. Crossing his arms, V sported his signature dubious smile. “I can assure you: there’s more to your father than you know.”

“C’mon. It was a good idea.” You finally reached the end of the song, taking your hands from the black and white keys. “I bet the kids are gonna say this was awesome.”

“Wanna bet?”

You smiled back. Of course you would bet. Because Nero got from Vergil his hunger for power – but, from Dante, he got his terrible bad luck when gambling.

“You were positively terrifying when you emerged from the curtains, Mr. Phantom!”

You and V were walking on the streets during the high hours of the night. All souls were asleep or at parties – but the streets were quiet, as if you lived in a gothic fairy tale: two fairies visiting the world of humans during the most haunted of hours, on the most haunted of days.

“I will take that as a compliment, my angel of music.” V did a slow and elegant half bow, bringing his cane to his chest as you walked in front of him. The way he enjoyed that kind of playful banter always made you smile. “Your music was certainly the deciding factor. It wouldn’t have had such an impact without it – I’d only look like a fool.”

“We all look like fools without a good soundtrack, you know that’s my opinion.” You sighed back, taking a look at the street to check if a car was coming. It was purely from habit: there was no one to be seen in miles. “But thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I always will. Your music soothes me, and your voice gives me peace.” He looked unconcerned as he delivered that information, walking behind you while holding his cane behind his back with both hands. That made you stop and look back at him, who gave you a knowing look. “I should tell you more often. But my complete counterpart still has a hard time with his feelings.”

“I guess if we give him some time.” You smiled back, feeling your cheeks slightly rosy. That made V smile. “Or you can just pop in sometimes and tell me every now and then.”

“I guess that works as well.” V reached out to you, holding your fingers between his and getting back to walk, as if that was nothing. “What do you think will be the outcome of our stunt? Kyrie will be furious at us? The children will be traumatized for life? Nero will have us work his jobs for an entire week…?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. He was clearly in a sassy and mischievous mood – and maybe it was the influence of Halloween. You didn’t know why, though, but as you thought before, that didn’t really matter. You liked V in that mood – it was good to see him enjoying life a little instead of burying himself in the agony of his mistakes.

“Honestly, I think the children will be so excited about this. They might even want to go to the Opéra on Halloween next year just to meet the Phantom again.” You shrugged, failing to notice you swinged your interlocked hands ever so slightly. V, in the other hand, did notice. And his heart melted when you did that sort of thing so absently minded.

Because even after all things you went through and your life of slaying demons, there seemed to be something inside you that would always be pure and innocent.

“Hmmm. You did bet with Nero. I’m afraid there is a higher chance his luck will go against him than against you.” That statement made you laugh, taking a few steps in front of V again.

As you were crossing the streets, he held your hand, making you stop in the middle of the road. Pointing with his cane at the sky, you only stared at the stars and listened to the night.

There was a faint music echoing in the air. It came from a party, for certain, but you couldn’t point the right direction. It bounced on the buildings, dripping from the skies like a shower of stars. V’s silver cane danced against the sky, as if he was a maestro conducting the song – slowly building to its beautiful explosion of sounds, something both of you knew by heart.

“Who would’ve known someone would be listening to such music tonight of all nights?” He gave you a satisfied look, spiced with a little sassiness. “Would you give me the honor of being your pair for tonight, my angel of music?”

“I would never say no. Especially when the fearies themselves seem to be doing their best to get us to enjoy ourselves tonight.” You winked at him, making V laugh wholeheartedly – something you didn’t hear on a regular basis.

It was the Waltz of the Flowers and you knew exactly the moment he was waiting for. Entangling your fingers together and placing his free hand on your back, giving you the proper support for your arm with his own, V was suddenly standing in front of you in his best posture – ready to take you spiraling over the streets of Red Grave as soon as the violins entered the flowing climax of the song.

“A wise choice, indeed. I’d never want to vex the fae people...” And V pulled you a little closer, your face mere inches from his satisfied smile. “And I think they can teach us a thing or two about enjoying life a little more.”

Your lips immediately lit up like the stars in the sky as V took you flowing with the violins. Dancing with big, bold waltz steps on the empty street, he guided you in circular motions, counting the times of three rhythmic steps you had to follow on the waltz – but never allowing you to misstep or fall. His grip was gentle, but strong enough to give you the security you needed.

Closing your eyes, you threw your head back, a chuckle leaving your smiling lips. V’s heart glowed gold in contempt – you could kill him with how much you made him love you. He bashed himself for not saying that enough, but at least, maybe, you could understand it that night while waltzing with him in a random street to one of your favorite songs.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you are a faerie yourself…” He murmured while guiding you to float in the night. Before continuing his phrase, though, V lowered his tone – something only for you to hear. “Who snatched my heart away under the moonlight, giving me gold and warmth in return. Much more than I probably am worth.”

“If only you could see how much more I believe you deserve…” You whispered your thoughts out loud, without filtering them and barely noticing they left your lips. But it was in moments like that V was astounded humans could only die of a broken heart and not of one overwhelming with joy. His shortage of breath could attest to it – too much happiness would be a beautiful way to go.

He took you from the floor in a swift movement, holding you high as if offering you to the stars – the shine you had, it certainly belonged to the cosmos. You laughed while resting your hands in his shoulders, feeling the wind spinning your hair around ever so gently as V’s feet flowed with the song – but your eyes remained locked on his.

You never wanted to look away – and neither did he.

Your cellphone vibrated on your pocket, while Nero tried to call you to tell you the result of your bet. But in all honesty, no bet could take you from the moment you and V begged to your hearts to last forever.

For once, when you were younger, you heard love was like spreading your arms open and spinning around as fast as you could – and if you had nothing to keep you stable, you would fall. Luckily, for you, V was there: the perfect anchor that would waltz you around with the euphoria of love but would always have you secure in his arms.

#devil may cry #devil may cry imagines #v x reader #v imagine #dmc v #dmc imagines #dmc fanfic #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc vergil #dmc halloween scenarios #and it's DONE #now that I think about it the whole fic is over the top #but V is over the top #so it's ok #I actually like the result :3 #polaris writes

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wri0thesley · 2 years ago

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Hi nat! I'm going to the bookstore soon (hopefully today) and I was wondering what kind of books you have read or recommend. I'm in love with the way you write its so effortlessly elegant! That whole gojo fic with him being a prince was *chefs kiss* and has plagued my mind since I read it. Especially the last few sentences of it "childish has the same syllable count as clever, does it not?" THAT IS GOLD you are an amazing writer!!! Thank you for sharing your work!!

ahh anon i am flattered that you would ask me!!! ;w; here are some of my personal favourite books and series;

the vampire chronicles (anne rice). if you can handle a LOT of purple prose, of course, but tvc was my first real love and i revisit them a lot, they hold a very special place in my heart! if you try interview with the vampire and don't like it, i'd recommend at least giving the vampire lestat (the second) book a go, lestat is a far more engaging and interesting narrator than louis imo!

les miserables (victor hugo). if you're not good with heavy or weighty books with a lot of dry history, i'd recommend the julie rose translation over the more commonly found norman denny (or the more accurate wilbour), which whilst not entirely accurate n takes a lot of creative wording liberties is i think the most accessible!

the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde). one of my absolute favourite books; as a whole that gothic horror genre is one of my favourites but i was so fascinated by oscar wilde growing up and i find dorian's relationships with henry and basil so interesting that i'd recommend it over any others. although i think frankenstein, dracula, the turn of the screw, carmilla and the phantom of the opera all bear reading in that genre too!

in the gothic horror vein, my favourite modern writer creating books in that tradition is laura purcell. i'd especially recommend bone china, though the shape of darkness is very good too!

i love shirley jackson. i think that 'we have always lived in the castle' is more interesting and better than 'the haunting of hill house' personally, but her short story collections are really my favourite and i don't think you could go wrong with any!

i think if you haven't read a lot of classics, they are always good to read for inspiration and i would like to think and hope that i got a lot of my own style inspo from them! i especially love jane eyre. i have re-read brideshead revisited a thousand times. i have a very soft spot for children's classics like anne of green gables, little women and the secret garden (the secret garden, coincidentally, i think is RIPE for a gothic horror re-telling).

when i do occasionally write fantasy stuff my favourite fantasy creators are terry pratchett (READ DISCWORLD READ DISCWORLD READ DISCWORLD) and diana wynne jones (howl's moving castle is lovely but the chrestomanci books are my personal favourites, i'm particularly attached to gwendolen in charmed life). i think i was reading a lot of mercedes lackey's heralds of valdemar series when i wrote that one!

i got very into cj cherryh's alliance-union universe this year. her writing of alien worlds is so . . . i cant quite explain it but it very much feels incredibly real. 40,000 in gehenna especially for me felt like it could be partly an anthropology journal from another planet. if sci-fi isn't always your thing but it sounds interesting, i'd recommend starting with merchanter's luck over the 'official' start of the series downbelow station, it's a little less political intrigue-y and heavy layered but still gives a v good overview of the series!

great shame time; one of my foremost writing inspirations is actually vc andrews and her vaguely trashy gothic-romance inspired series. please be warned for a lot of off-putting stuff if you read them (most notably incest). also, only the ones actually penned by her (the flowers in the attic series, the vast majority of the heaven series and my sweet audrina) have the right vibe for me, the others are very obviously ghostwritten. i would ALWAYS recommend reading my sweet audrina for possibly one of the most fucked up experiences reading you will ever have, but i do enjoy her writing style a lot!

GOD sorry this got long. i LOVE talking about books, honestly, and i don't get to do it much! i didn't even mention let the right one in or the secret history. if i typed much longer i would never stop!!! <3

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tiesthatbind-tf · 3 years ago

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Hi what are the DJD's fav music, is tarn interested in soul?🎙🎵😊

Tarn is a musical man, thank you very much! Soul is more of Jazz's taste ouob Tarn adores opera, threatre and Broadway! Give him his Wagner and his Phantom of the Opera (the first mask he made for himself as a teenager resembles the one you'd see Erik wearing in stage productions) and he's good to go.

Nonna Niccola Constanzo/Nickel likes Italian oldies, though she has a soft spot for the sappy cheesiness of That's Amore.

Halburg Larsen/Helex loves Viking Metal, Voltaire Saint-Pierre/Vos loves classical (Think of him as a worse version of V from V from Vendetta where his favorite thing is to put on Beethoven's fifth symphony or some shit before going on a killing spree. Gotta make it inspire his art!), Killian O'Connor/Kaon loves Irish Rock and Tavaris/Tesarus is into Grindcore!

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the-perfect-scientist · 3 years ago

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i . alias, name. H (or Sam, if you want something longer)

ii . birthday. December 18th

iii . zodiac sign. Sagittarius

iv . height. 1.57m | 5’2”

v . hobbies. writing, reading, drawing, listening to music, video games, resource-management games

vi . favourite colour. purple, blue - pretty much anything on the ‘cool’ side of the color wheel.

vii . favourite book(s). To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, Sherlock Holmes canon by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (sorry, Artie ;p), The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux; I didn’t read a lot of newer ‘actual’ books >w>

viii . last song. Hellfire from The Hunchback of Notre Dame (it’s on my Halloween playlist)

ix . last film / show. Vivo on Netflix; it was super cute, btw, and Lin Manuel’s music is incredible! (also not ‘watered down’ just because it’s a kid’s movie - there is Hamilton-style rapping xD) My only gripe was the stuff with the girl scout characters, but I loved the rest of it.

x . recent reads. Sherlock Holmes and M*A*S*H fanfiction. Been thinking of writing some of my own Sherlock Holmes adventures, but not sure... I haven’t put together ‘case-fics’ by myself before.

xi . inspiration. Music and cartoons. I’ll think of something or a character I write/write against and I’ll say ‘that reminds me of this other thing’, and it’s usually a song or something.

xii . story behind url. When Cecil first described Carlos, he said he was ‘perfect’. Since then, of course, in canon Cecil has acknowledged that Carlos isn’t perfect but that that’s still okay. Anyway, this blog is 7+ years old (so pretty early in the WTNV canon) and i havent’ changed the name. It’s a good name still, I think. (also i don’t want to break any links in my posts/navigation >w>)

xiii . fun fact about me. In writing or art, I can sometimes get into a zone where I can mimic a style pretty well. I don’t always do it, and am of course able to use my own style, but being able to notice the details of another piece can help me to build up my own work and make me feel like it’s stronger when I learn new techniques.

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vivianrvergiou · 5 years ago

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What they like to see in the human world~Satan/Lucifer/Diavolo/Barbatos

So, I had some random inspiration and this happened. It all started with the realisation how absolutely blown-away Satan would be to see The Phantom of the Opera, so I decided to add some more, maybe I’ll do a second part with the rest of them. I hope you enjoy! ^^

Satan – The Phantom of the Opera

Satan is absolutely mesmerized when he first sees the Phantom of the Opera performed on stage.

The sets, the costumes, the aesthetic and pretty much e v e r y t h i n g there is to the whole play is absolutely stunning to him and makes him forget about anything else, just like a book

He adores Christine; her childlike voice that can sing even the highest of notes, her innocence and radiant smiles

But it is the Phantom that speaks to him in a different way

The Phantom, a pariah of society, his birth more of a curse than a blessing; he instils fear to anyone that even utters his name and his appearance is enough to make people run for it, a disfigured monster walking among the humans.

He feels angry with everything taking place, his fists clench and his eyes flash with pure rage.

How Christine is wooed by him until she sees his true face and then cowers in fear, betraying him the first chance she gets, leaving with another and leaving the Phantom to die all alone in the shadows that he sprang from

He won’t speak for days after, closing himself up in his room and refusing to come out.

It’s only when MC knocks on his door one night and tells him she has the sequel, Love Never Dies to watch with him

So, they make themselves comfortable on the couch and watch it

Satan is conflicted; from one point he is sad that Christine dies cradled carefully by the Phantom, but from the other he’s happy they have a son.

No matter the annoyance though, he can’t help but place it on the top of the list about his favourite plays

Lucifer – Verdi Otello

Although he much enjoys The Phantom of the Opera and many other operas from Wagner, it is eventually Otello by Verdi that wins him over

The vivid music that is still light and airy even in the scenes with battles, soothes him like a breath of fresh air

Diavolo had first brought him to see the opera and he had to give it to the mortals, they rivalled the music produced by Heaven itself

The set is simpler than other operas and the costumes are not too over the top, allowing the singers to perform more easily and base the whole play entirely on their abilities

He would die than admit it, but the love between Otello and his wife is utterly moving to him, how much they both adore and love one another is beyond any imagination

Alas, Otello’s pride and jealousy is something that strikes a cord within him, even if he’s not the jealous type; seeing the king succumb to his pride and allow voices of doubt for his wife to blur his clear thinking of her does something to him

He finds the king both interesting and infuriating, especially when he makes the wrong choices by not having a decent conversation with his wife

Lucifer does make a mental note to be more open with MC, when in private of course

It is utterly ironic to see Otello kill his wife and be damned when he realises the truth

Lucifer will never allow such mistakes happen in real life

Diavolo – Verdi Aida

Usually when he travels to the human world he doesn’t really have time to spend seeing things

That does not mean he doesn’t sneak from time to time to try something new and one of that is watching his favourite opera Aida

The grandiose of the set, the costumes, the storyline, the performances, everything is breath-taking and he can’t help but give his kudos to the humans for creating something so extravagant

It was actually one of the first operas he saw in the human world, all the way back when it was first performed; he even got to meet Verdi, who was a rather serious man

Of course, the role of the young warrior Radames is the one to pique his interest, reminding him of his own young days when everything was filled with the rush of youth and the want to discern his own identity from his title and grab life by the horns

He did find his love story rather interesting and amusing even, but that was until he met MC and boi oh boi did it really change his perspective

The love of the young girl, their difference in countries -read species in Diavolo’s case- and the struggle between what is right and what is expected of them

The opposition faced by the nobles and the king himself who wanted Radames to marry another noble princess, it was all too familiar and possible all of the sudden

Especially when the young lovers are buried alive and Aida ends up dying in her lover’s hands; as most of these plays end, in tragedy for the ones in love

To say Diavolo is unnerved is an understatement.

Thankfully, he has solved issues like that and there’s none to oppose him that openly anymore

Not if they knew what was good for them

Barbatos – Wagner The Ring of Nibelung

Barbatos doesn’t really go to the human world

· There is actually nothing of high importance there and his work takes much of his time trying to have everything perfect and attend to Diavolo’s every wish

Yet that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a treat from time to time when accompanying Diavolo to different venues

One of those was once the opera The Ring of Nibelung

For the poised and powerful demon, it was utterly amusing to watch gods and humans alike struggle for power, pinning after a ring of unimaginable power and eventually die horrible deaths all for the sake of their greed

Although he had to admit there was a strange enchantment in the way the music played, with the enormous orchestra filled with brass instruments all playing at the same time; it would be a cacophony if not for the skilful mix and mastery of creation from the composer’s part

It was like war on stage, filled with a struggle from the singers to sound over the orchestra, all the while unfolding the scenario and Barbatos couldn’t help but secretly enjoy it

The Twilight of the Gods, where Valhalla is destroyed and the gods die is his favourite part

And looking at Mc, he can certainly understand wanting something so much you’d stop at nothing to get

#OBEY ME #obey me fandom #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #headcanon

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago

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The Point Of No Return (Part II)

A fanfic slightly inspired by the play The Phantom of the Opera

+18 Smut (a lot) / Angst / Horror (just a bit)

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader / Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: When a strange and dark man starts to haunt the reader's dreams her life is turned upside down and she discovers in the hard way that if you can't wake up from the nightmare maybe you're not asleep at all.

Word Count: 4,300k

Warnings: Dark themes! Psychological manipulation, Dubious consent, Mentions of abuse of medications and alcohol, Mentions of injuries and blood, Deception, Stockholm syndrome(?), Sexual content (P in V, masturbation with both receiving, oral sex with both receiving, fingering, physical control, domination, bondage.)

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"I have come here

Hardly knowing the reason why

In my mind i've already imagined

Our bodies entwining

Defenseless and silent

Now i am here with you

No second thoughts

I've decided"

You didn't know why you had agreed to go out with Anne. In fact, the idea had sounded pretty silly to you when you saw the message, but after all that had happened, you were feeling too agitated to spend Saturday night alone at home and that would do more harm than good if your intention was not falling asleep.

Anyway, thirty minutes after joining the Karaoke you regretted going. You hated karaoke; you hated the songs that everyone chose wanting to be cool and different when in fact they were always the same songs everybody would pick.

“How are you doing?” Anne asked looking at you while the two guys that came with her had gone out to get drinks and the two girls were fighting each other competing to see who ruined Hotel California better. You didn’t bother to remember their names.

I nodded, lying “I'm better.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line and then spoke what had been on her mind for days.

“Maybe you should see a doctor. You know, it's normal that at some point in life we feel down and sometimes we need medication and talk to someone who understands like a therapist maybe.”

You sighed. You would be lying if you say you didn’t think about that option before. You even googled a psychiatrist who did some interesting research work involving a study of patients' dreams, but the truth is that nothing in the world would give you the courage to talk about the kind of dreams you were having and much worse, reveal who you were dreaming about.

“I'll think about it.” Was all you said.

She nodded without seem really convinced and then the guys came back.

“Your drink” The blond one with blue eyes handed you a martini glass.

You talked and as much as possible you tried to have fun and forget about your problem and even went a little overboard on drinking, but you realized that being high on alcohol was an interesting way to get rid of constant thoughts. At least for that night it worked.

When the cab finally dropped you home, you struggled with the keys to get the door open, realizing you were a little drunker than you seemed to be when you left the Karaoke.

You did your ritual: left your shoes, putted your bag on the counter, went to the kitchen to make yourself a strong cup of coffee, but you avoided the pills, figuring it wouldn't be a good idea to mix them with the alcohol.

You went upstairs with your coffee and undressed, turned the radio on loud and avoided the bathtub this time, opting for the shower and the cold water.

When you got out of the shower you were feeling more sober and decided to watch something so went back down to the living room. Nothing would make you stay in your room if you didn't intend to sleep. You turned on the TV and put on a new episode of Stranger Things and got distracted by watching it.

You opened the door and the music got louder. You went out into a dark hallway. It was the first time you had left that room and you didn't know what you would find outside.

You heard classical music playing and opened your eyes staring at the ceiling and smelling the scent of dust from the already familiar room. You sighed feeling your heart speeding up. Why were you sleeping again? Why was your plan no longer working?

You sat looking around. There was no sign of him and you decided to get up. It was a stupid idea, but maybe if you could just stay hidden until you woke up you wouldn't have to go through all that.

You went down a long staircase that led to a ruined hall, outside you could see the dark clouds that circled as if they were part of a hurricane and you seemed to be right in its eye.

You walked through the hall noticing that there were many musical instruments around. You stopped by a beautiful black grand piano and without knowing exactly why you did that, you played one of the keys. The noise reverberating through the hall and just like that you knew he would find you.

It was impossible to explain that feeling, but every time you dreamed you felt as if you and he were the only people there. Not just in that wrecked, haunted house, but in that world. Of course, there was no way you could have known that, but there was also no way you could have conjured that place in your dreams since you've never seen anything like that place before.

Well, haven’t you? Looking to the huge round window, you realized that window was identical to the window of the Sanctum Sanctorum where Doctor Stephen Strange lived. That place was like an upside-down version of the Sanctum and the one that was now slowly walking towards you, both hands behind his back, eyes fixed on you surrounding you like a predator surrounding its prey was perhaps another version of Stephen Strange, a sinister version of him.

“No tears this time?” He asked approaching.

You felt your body tense as he stopped in front of you. His hands still steady behind his back. You knew that tears wouldn’t help you. He always got what he wanted in the end.

He sighed, one hand reaching out to touch your face.

“I have questions” You said firmly stepping back.

He let his hand hover in the air dramatically and smirked.

“I imagine you have.”

You took another step back, increasing the distance between you.

“This is a dream?”

“Do you want it to be?” He replied.

You swallowed the saliva “It’s not what I asked. So, it's not real?”

He took a step towards you and instinctively you took another step back.

He stopped watching you intently.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

He tilted his head slightly to the side studying you

“What do you think?”

You shook your head “I don't know, I think I am dreaming, but... I'm not sure anymore. It feels too real”

“Do you want it to be real?”

You denied. Your heart pounding in your chest. You sighed trying to calm down and a moment later he was behind you, a firm hand on your waist pressing you against his body and the other on your neck pressing lightly.

"I'll rephrase the question" he said, whispering in your ear and deliberately rubbing his goatee against your skin making you shiver.

“Do you want me to be real?”

He lightly bit your earlobe.

“No” You muttered, but you didn't even convince yourself.

He scolded you by increasing the pressure on your neck.

“Let's try again, this time without lying, what do you think?”

You nodded.

He turned his lips to your ear, tongue licking lightly, he murmured sweetly

"Do you want me to be real?"

“Yes” You whispered shyly.

He squeezed your neck even tighter.

“I did not hear.”

“Yes” You spoke louder.

“Yes, what?”

He wanted to hear you saying.

“I want you to be real.”

He smiled closing his eyes, savoring your answer. He knew you were being honest, you couldn't resist him.

He hummed in your ear

You could feel your eyes filling up with heavy tears.

“I know. You can’t resist me, can you? Don’t fight it.

I can hear your heart beating faster when I am close, your pulse speeding up when I touch you and silently your senses abandoning all defenses.”

“You already surrendered to me. You've been so good to me. Perhaps I will answer your request. Isn’t it what you want? Have me out of this place? In your world?”

The tears streamed through your face this time not out of fear, but because you knew what he was suggesting wasn't possible. You couldn't have him in the real world. You sobbed understanding how much that realization hurted you.

He released your neck and turned you to face him. You looked down at your feet. He lifted your chin with his fingers and brushed a tear from your cheek.

“What's the problem? Tell me what concern you, my dear.”

You sighed. This was not following the normal script of your dreams. You didn't feel scared like you usually did in his presence. You felt intoxicated by it. You felt yourself floating and falling for him. It was like you was starting to trust him and when he touched you, you didn’t want to flee anymore, you savored the sensation.

“I can see the sadness in your eyes. I didn’t bring you here for this. I want to please you. I want to touch you, to make you feel good.”

You shook your head “You're not real. You can’t do these things because you are not real and it doesn’t matter how much I wanted you to be.”

You wiped your own tears off your face “In the real world Stephen Strange doesn't even know I exist.”

He sighed.

“This place. You. It’s all in my mind.” The words came out cutted by your sobs. “I created you. I created you because I fell in love with Stephen Strange, but I don't even know him. I've never seen him in person, I just…”

He stared at you waiting for you to finish what you were saying, but you couldn't speak aloud the things you did thinking about Stephen Strange. All those times you found yourself thinking about him. Even in the most inappropriate places, like at work, in the middle of a meeting, you felt lubricated just thinking about him. A man who was kind of a celebrity who had no idea you existed.

He smiled. Not the smirk you were used to, but a smile that seemed sincere.

“You didn't create me, my dear, I'm as real as that Stephen Strange in your world. The only difference is that I love you, I know you, each of your thoughts, each of your desires, your fantasies.”

The way he looked at you as he spoke, as if he could devour you whole with his eyes, his voice purring at you, caressing you with its deep, sensual timbre. His hands cupping both sides of your face, wiping the tears that flowed and the very words he was saying. It all seemed to create a kind of numbness in you, your breathing getting more ragged, and you could feel the desire building between your legs in the form of an insistent wetness you couldn't hide.

And you didn't want to hide it. You didn't want to fight him, not anymore, you wanted to know what it would feel like to give in not only physically but mentally because you were tired of feeling alone, tired of fighting him when all you wanted was to surrender.

He smiled confidently as if he could hear your internal debate. Maybe he could, you weren't sure of anything anymore, nothing beyond the fact that you wanted to be completely and irrevocably his.

His hand moved down your neck, his trembling scarred fingers brushing your collarbone and in a gesture of complete surrender you tilted your neck to the side in anticipation of his touch. He kissed there lightly.

“My love is so soft today” He sighed in your ear making a shiver run through your whole body “I like it when you resist me, but this way... this is much better. Promise you'll be nice to me this time?”

“Yes” You answered without hesitation, your voice shaking as much as your body.

“Yes what?”

“I'll be good this time, I promise.”

He sighed satisfied, taking you in his arms bride style. He carried you through the halls of the dark and broken Sanctum and took you into his bed. He undressed you. This time not using magic. He did it slowly savoring the moment while taking off each piece of your clothes. The cold air making your body shiver. You instinctively shielded your breasts with your arms and crossed your legs as he scolded you.

“Don't hide your body from me.” He cooed.

You shook your head, uncrossing your legs. He smiled, gripping your ankles tightly and pulling you close to him at the foot of the bed. He spread your legs admiring you with attentive eyes and licking his lips like a hungry man.

“So beautiful. I'll devour you until there's nothing left of you. This is what you want?”

You licked your lips. The arousal you felt made your hips move involuntarily and you twitched into nothingness in anticipation of his touch.

He took one of your feet and brought it to his shaft that was completely hard under the tunic and you started rubbing it there, stroking it slowly as he moaned in satisfaction.

“Look at you, you're desperate for me to touch you, aren't you?

He held your foot, moving his hips slowly against it.

“Please... please” You whimpered begging for his touch.

He crawled onto the bed on top of you, the weight of his hips spreading your legs apart. He touched your face and pulled you to his lips. Your hand cupped his face, the other clinging to his hair as you surrendered to the kiss with desire and lust, parting your lips so he could put his tongue inside your mouth.

You moaned between his lips, drawing air back into your lungs as he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, sucking there hard leaving marks on your skin.

He continued lowering his lips, taking one nipple in his mouth, nibbling and then licking in circular motions, the other hand caressing the other breast, playing with your nipple between his fingers.

You couldn't contain your moans, the desire you felt to have him inside you almost ached between your legs. You brought a hand to your aching core getting a little relief as you rubbed your fingers on your clit in circular movements. You groaned loudly, but he shook his head, pulling your hand away and holding it tight against the mattress.

“No” He said looking at you “Only I can touch you, do you hear me? Don't be impatient or I'll have to punish you. Is this what you want, for me to punish you?”

You denied.

He nodded satisfied with his wicked game “Then ask for forgiveness and say you won't do it again.”

You sighed totally surrendered to it “Forgive me Stephen, I won't do it again.”

His eyes narrowed when he heard you calling his name for the first time. He released your hand and gripped your chin tightly

“I didn't give you permission to call me Stephen, did I?”

You denied biting your lips. The dominating way he spoke turned you on and there was no need to pretend, you liked it.

“I didn't hear what you said.”

“I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good, please.”

He smiled devilishly “Call me sir.”

You agreed stammering “Yes, sir.”

He kissed your lips “Good girl. I know this urge you're feeling is painful. I can ease your pain. Just tell me to do it. Tell me how much your need me.”

You moaned “Please sir. I need you.”

He lowered his lips to your belly, biting your skin and licking the spot soon after, and continued down until he reached your bundle of nerves.

He placed a finger inside you, hissing when he felt your wetness.

“My love, you are dripping through my fingers!”

You moaned loudly as you lifted your hips to increase the friction of his fingers “Please…”

"I know, I know." He stuck a second finger in and started fingering you at a very slow pace.

You moaned in frustration “Please sir... I need more.”

He hummed “Too slow? All right, I can go faster.”

He abruptly increased his pace and you screamed at the sensation of being fucked by his fingers at that frantic pace.

“That's how you like it? You're a naughty little whore, aren't you?”

You nodded. Tears streaming down your face as you felt overwhelmed with all the pleasure. He kept his eyes on you the entire time as his fingers worked to get all the pleasure out of you and when he curved them strategically to reach your g-spot you felt the familiar tremor building in the pit of your stomach, but this time it wasn't subtle, it was sudden and you screamed whimpering.

“Oh my God.. I'm going to cum!”

He didn't slow down, his fingers fucked you so hard that your entire body moved with the movement. The sound it made was so obscene it reached your ears triggering you into the visceral orgasm that hit you.

“That's right, good girl.” He cooed “Such a good girl cuming so deliciously on my fingers.”

You kept your eyes closed feeling all the sensations.

He took his fingers from you and came over your body, kissing your belly, going up to your breasts and giving light kisses on your lips.

“Look at me” He asked and you obeyed. Your body relaxed while you were coming down your high. “Open your mouth for me.”

You opened your mouth and he placed two fingers for you to taste yourself.

You sucked his fingers heartily making a pornographic popping noise.

When he took his fingers out of your mouth, you licked your lips obscenely and he smiled in surprise at your behavior.

“You're being so nice to me today. I'm loving this change. Promise you'll be good for now on.”

You nodded “Yes, sir. I promise.”

He smiled in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“I want to fuck you hard, but first...” He took your hand and placed it to his shaft and you caressed his member over his tunic “You'll return the favor, won't you?”

You nodded excited and he knelt on the bed unbuttoning his pants and releasing his fully hard cock. You held it tight moving it up and down and increasing the pace as he groaned loudly.

“What a naughty little girl doing so well for me. Come here, kiss me while stroke my cock.”

You moaned anticipating his lips. You knelt on the bed kissing him and deepening the kiss by placing your tongue on this mouth while your hand kept jerking him.

You were amazed at how loud his moans were and you loved it. You loved the animalistic groans and grunts and moans that scaped his lips. You pulled back for breath and his lips trailed down your neck, biting and sucking hard.

“I'm so hard, my love.” He purred “It's painful. I need to be inside you now. You're going to be nice and let me fuck you, right? You don't want to see me suffer, do you?”

You denied searching for his lips, giving passionate kisses and moving down to shower his chin and neck with little open mouth kisses. You couldn't help it, the passion you felt for him made you want to please him. All doubt and fear were gone and you realized that you would do anything he asked.

You stared at him biting your lips.

“How do you want me, sir?”

He groaned loudly, your words making his cock throb “All fours”

You complied by placing your knees and hands on the bed and lifting your hips into the perfect position for him. He groaned freeing himself from his clothes and positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, placing a firm hand on your hip as he entered you with a single deep, hard thrust, moaning loudly.

You gasped. Your body could barely contain all of it inside you. He was huge and you felt so tight.

“Oh my love you're so tight” He moaned through his teeth “I can feel you stretching and it's so delicious.”

He fully took it off and you twitched into nothingness moaning in protest. He ran the tip over your clit teasingly and turned his luscious head to your entrance and forced until he was fully inside you again and you moaned loudly, moving your hips against him.

“What a naughty little girl wiggling on my cock like that.” He took it off slowly until he was completely out of you and stuffed it all back in with a rough thrust.

“Is that how you like it? Rough?”

You moaned loudly. Your hip had a will of its own and you moved it against his thrusts.

“Yes. I like it when you fuck me hard.”

He hissed hearing those words. He'd fucked you so many times, but this was special. He'd always wanted to have you fully surrendered to him this way and now that he finally got what he wanted he couldn't help but fulfill your request.

He was gripping your waist so tightly it hurted, but you liked the feeling.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, fucking you hard and moaning with each thrust, whispering sweet dirty praises to you.

“You are so delicious, my love. You are doing so well for me. My girl, I know you like my cock. Tell me how much you like it.”

His praise was pushing you to the brink of another orgasm and you needed it. You increased the rhythm of your hips to crash into his frantic thrusts and groaned loudly. The sound of skin against skin was obscene.

“Oh my god, it's so good, you are so good. You will make me cum. Please, sir, let me come.”

He groaned loudly. He was on the verge of his climax and hearing you plead like that only brought him closer. He let go of your hips and ran his hands through your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and holding it tightly in his hands.

He stopped his thrusts and you groaned in protest.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked with that devilish voice “Do it yourself.”

You increased the pace now panting until it exploded inside you.

You moved your hips against him slowly and then you found your courage and started moving faster and faster finding the perfect pace while your moans got louder and louder.

His hand firmly gripping your hair, the other on in your hip, but he just held you, not forcing.

“Oh my god, my god.. this is so good.”

He giggled satisfied “Look ate you, my love, completely surrendered to me.”

Your body relaxed coming down your high and your legs gave in. He let you lie down but tugged your hair as a warning and brought his face closer to yours, speaking menacingly in your ear,

“I'm not done with you yet. Are you listening to me?”

You nodded.

“I did not hear.”

“Yes sir.”

He pulled your hair again and went back to fucking you. Each thrust making the headboard to hit the wall with a loud noise.

His moans grew louder and his breathing more ragged as he used your body to reach his own high. He pushed your head against the mattress keeping you still and the thrusts became more violent and irregular.

“I will fill you with my seed, is that what you want? That I fill you?”

You couldn't speak, so you just babbled whimpering.

“Tell me you love me. I want to hear it, I need to hear it, Tell me you love me.”

“I love you” You whispered as a secret but it was enough for him to hear you. He growled loudly and you felt his hot load spilling inside you. His face close to yours.

“Oh my love, I love you too." He breathed.

You melted with his words as he released your hair and rolled onto his side.

You felt the weariness pulling you into unconsciousness and you knew you were about to wake up and for the first time since it started, you didn't crave it.

He pulled you to his chest stroking your hair. It felt so good, so soft.

"You need to go back now." His voice held a bitterness. It was as if the thought of letting you go hurted him deeply. “Promise me you won't run away from me anymore. All those pills, it's all useless and it makes me angry to see you suffering, fighting me like that.”

You nodded in agreement with him

“Promise me you won't take them anymore.”

“I promise.”

You hold him tight “I don’t want to go.”

He sighed kissing your forehead “I know. I'll be back for you. I always do.”

You woke up and stood staring at the ceiling. Your eyes stung with sudden tears that you tried in vain to hold back. This was different. You weren’t scared, your were sad. You thought about the words you said to him. It felt so true. Were you going crazy? It was the most rational thing to think about after all that.

You got up and went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, took two pills instinctively as part of your daily ritual, but found yourself standing with the cup in your hand, staring at the pills in the palm of your other hand.

It was ridiculous. It was all ridiculous, but you realized you didn't want to keep taking those drugs. You convinced yourself that your decision was just for your health and also because they weren't working at all, but in the back of your head you knew you were fulfilling the promise you made to him minutes a go.

Damn it! It really felt like it was just a minute a go. You closed your eyes letting the tear coming down your face. Remembering his touch, his kisses. You were falling for him.

“Great, now I'm really fucked.”

Writer Note: Part II took me some time to write, but I really hope you enjoy it. This one is really smutty, but kinda sad too. Part III will come sometime by next week. ;)

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