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The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 15

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: Truth In The Face Of Liars

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Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter: 15/47

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Hours. It had been hours since they had taken you back to the Monk’s room. You noticed an increase of paladins walking up and down the hallway, which was strange because the Monk’s room was at the far end of it. They were guarding this room, and you had an inkling that it was not because they feared you would escape. What had been in that note that Father Carden had given to the Monk? Had Aldith threatened them?

You scribbled in your journal, wasting the ink on writing down a lot of your incoherent thoughts and dreams, too distracted to read in your mother’s journal instead. The sun had just gone down when you heard the door unlock, you shoved the journal under the pillow. The Monk stepped inside, locking the door behind him but leaving the key on the door.

He walked right over to where you were sitting. “I need to speak to you.”

That firm tone worried you. “About?”

The Monk took a stern stance. “The man who came to our monastery, who killed our men and took you away.”

You could already tell that you weren’t going to like this conversation. “What about him?”

“Did you tell me the truth about what happened that night?” he asked, arching a brow.

You hadn’t lied. “Yes.”

The Monk fired another question, “Have you ever met him before?”

Was this an interrogation?

“No.” You frowned at the questions, disliking the tone he had. “Why are you-”

He cut you off. “Did you feel threatened by him?”

You noted that he sounded quite wary of your answer, as if he didn’t trust you were telling the truth.

“He threatened my life!” you snapped. He opened his mouth to speak, but you rose to your feet. “What is this about?!”

He rolled his jaw, as if he was chewing on what he truly wanted to say.

You didn’t like the look of suspicion he was aiming at you. “Well?”

The reason for his behavior broke free from him, “You must have left quite an impression on him. He even brought a note to your former room for you, he wrote of how he would gladly aid you if you wanted to leave with him again.”

That tone. That cold tone he used as if he thought he was close to catching you in a lie. Like he was preparing to reprimand you as if you were one of the paladins under his command. But you were nothing like a paladin who would cower under that stern look.

“What?” you asked incredulous. “Do you believe I ran off willingly with a stranger who wanted to bring me to my father?!”

His stern demeanor began to falter. “You did say he would not bring you back to your father if you had a better offer to give-”

You cut him off. “You unbelievable boor! Are you accusing me of seducing that bastard?! I crawled out of a broken window to get away from him!”

He lost some confidence. “I am not accusing you. I am asking for-”

“Do you even hear yourself?!?” you scoffed loudly.

“I want to know why he would send you such a note.” he said.

How could you have known what that stranger was thinking?!?

“It is not my fault that he is thinking with his cock!” You didn’t care if half the monastery had heard you say it. “Do you think I opened my legs for him and made him promise to help me in return?!”

His eyes widened, he fixed them on the floor for a moment, visibly uncomfortable with the sort of matter you spoke of.

You only grew angrier at the silence. “Is that what you think I did after he tied me up and threw me into that carriage? After he threatened me, held a sword to my throat,…”

You stepped closer, stopping right in front of him. Refusing to accept that he could accuse you of lying and not look you in the eyes while doing it. He lost the confidence he had.

“Of course not.” He forced his eyes to the side, throat bopping, he could not look you in the eyes.

You shook your head. “I should not be so shocked. You spend your days around men who refer to me as the ‘Fey whore’.”

Finally his eyes snapped to your face, tone firm. “You are not!”

You snapped, “Than stop treating me like this!”

Silence dropped into the room. He had almost recoiled at the fury in your voice. The outburst had let your anger free, leaving only the hurt behind. How could he think you were lying about what happened?… Your eyes fell away from him. The Monk was surprised by your outburst, he cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to contain the reawakening anger inside.

He tried to clear the air, “Father has ordered for more paladins to guard the monastery. He won’t get inside again.”

You rolled your eyes away, done with this conversation after he had shown doubt in what you had told him about that night and had acted like you had dishonored him. He spoke your name to draw your attention back.

Your tone was venomous. “You were there. You found me that night. Did it look like I was there by my own choice?!”

He tilted his head down, letting the scolding rain over him.

You grabbed your cloak to make your bed in the corner of the room, not even asking before you took the only pillow too. “Goodnight.”

It had been said so harsh that he’d have preferred a slap. Why had he let the note bother him so? Father had demanded that he questioned you, suspecting that this stranger may not have been a stranger to you at all.

“You can have the bed.” he tried.

Your answer was just as harsh, “Keep your bed.”

A polite form of telling him to go to hell.

“Are you hungry?” he tried again.

“No.” your mouth said. Your stomach disagreed.

The Monk headed to the door. “I will be back in a moment.”

Your glare followed him out the door.

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As the Monk walked towards the kitchen, Father approached him.

“Well? Did you question her?” Father asked urgently.

Yes. And he regretted it dearly. He nearly feared facing you again.

He gave a shallow nod. “Yes, Father. She told me that she truly does not know the one who left the note.”

Father scratched his beard. “Do you believe she is telling the truth?”

“I do. She is innocent.”

After seeing your reaction, he had no doubt anymore.

“Good. We cannot risk losing her. Let no one steal her away.” Father pointed at him. “Feed her trust in you, my son.”

The Monk looked down at his boots.

His conscience had begun to twist his stomach. Father had put a task upon his shoulders, one he had obediently enacted. If only it was so simple, if only he had not grown so fond of your company

“Bring her to our side and we will win this war against evil.” Father placed a hand on the Monk’s shoulder. “Do what is necessary. Make me proud, my son.”

“Yes, Father.”

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The Monk returned mere moments later with a bowl filled with cooked vegetables and some bread. You wanted to refuse, but it smelled so good that your stomach would have murdered you for it. You spooned a big heap of it in your mouth, sitting on the floor.

“Food won’t make me inclined to forgive you.” you chewed out.

“Are you certain?” It slipped out of him. You put the that bowl down immediately.

The wit left him at the sight of it.

A quiet sigh left you, you voiced your disappointment, “I have done nothing wrong to you. I have not lied about the stranger. An apology would be welcome.”

He saw the saddened look in your eyes and the apology came effortlessly now, “Forgive me. I should not have doubted your word. Father ordered me to question you, but I crossed the line.”

“Thank you.” you picked the bowl up and started eating again.

He folded his hands together behind his back to hide their restless state. “I never should have questioned you in such a manner. I was insolent and behaved appalling towards you.”

You did feel quite upset about it still. “Why were you so cold to me? I have not tried to flee, why treat me like I somehow betrayed you?”

“You have been loyal to me.” he quietly said. “It confounds me.”

You dared to ask it, “Do you believe it more possible for me to betray you, than for me to be your ally?”

His eyes told you that your guess was right. Was he truly not used to having someone that could be trusted?

Your eyes locked on his. “I cut my palm and smeared my blood into the forest so you could find me. I wouldn’t have done that if I had not wanted to return to you.”

That made him get very quiet, he didn’t know what to say for a moment. You quietly continued to eat.

He was cautious when asking, “Will you tell me, if you see him again?”

“Afraid I’ll throw myself into his arms and let him whisk me away from here after this?” you said while taking another bite.

He didn’t fall for it. “You don’t know what he wants with you.”

You looked up at him, brow arched. “Oh, I think I do. Remember, I did tell you he tried to lay with me.”

The Monk turned his head to face the wall, rolling his jaw.

You shrugged your shoulders. “At least here they don’t want me to return to my father. And once you’ve taught me well enough to defend myself, I could venture off on my own.”

He looked at you briefly, a glimpse of something you couldn’t place had flashed through his eyes. He send his eyes to the floor and got closer to where you were sitting. You didn’t expected it when he knelt right next to you and send him a curious look.

He spoke to you quietly. “You are safest here. Your father cannot claim you back, Father and I will make certain you are safe from him and anyone he might send for you.”

It had sounded as if he wanted to convince you to stay indefinitely…

You replied just as quiet, “I do not want my freedom to be kept from me forever, Lancelot.”

He understood, but it was not simple. “But freedom away from Father will be difficult to achieve, you must understand this.”

It felt so intimate to converse like this. “I cannot pretend forever. Not like you are trying to do.”

He took no offense to it. “Perhaps one day you will not have to pretend, perhaps you will find your place here after all.”

“Lancelot…” You shook your head slowly.

He gave a understanding nod, knowing better than to push the matter of you joining the mission again, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t looking forward to the moment you would leave. And as strange as it was, you were glad there was still one person in the world who seemed to want your company. He reached behind his sword, taking the scrunched up parchment from where he had stored it and handed it to you. You took another spoon of your meal and then put the bowl down to read the note.

~“My apologies for our encounter, dear. Aldith will not hear from me again, find the coin I was paid where we were together last. Should you wish to escape this room, and your uncaring husband, shred this parchment and shove the torn pieces under the door. Or scatter them in the monastery when you can, and I will come for you.

All my love. -Gareth”

“Gareth?” you uttered the name. “He’s foolishly brave to leave this for me to find.”

The Monk looked down at that note as if it had scorned him. He had read it over and over again. How this stranger had called him ‘uncaring’, how this ‘Gareth’ was eager to ‘help’.

You saw the tensing in the Monk’s form. “I really don’t know this man-”

“I believe you.” he said. “Just as I believe that this man may be determined to return here for you.” The Monk rose to his feet. “If he does, I will sink my sword into him.”

It was impossible not to notice how much it bothered him. Maybe he took offense to what this stranger had written about him. He rubbed his chin, then took of his cloak and dressed down to his undershirt before he sat down on his bed.

“How is Goliath?” you broke the tense silence.

His eyes calmed. “What you did for him, it helped. His leg is seems stronger again.”

You smiled, it was a relief to hear that the stallion was getting better. “And did the ointment help your back?”

He was not used to others being concerned about him. His eyes locked on your face. “It helped keep the scars from burning.”

“Good.” You ate the last bit of your meal so you could sleep after.

The Monk watched you eat in silence for a little while, then spoke, “It does not feel right to me to let you sleep on the floor.”

You chewed the last bit of food and put the bowl down and off to the side. “It’s fine.”

“It is not.” He brushed a hand over his mouth, shaking his head a little. Then he stood up from the bed. “The bed is yours.”

You were reluctant. “No. I’m fine on the floor.”

He voice was firm and filled with conviction. “No, you are not. You are telling me this only because you believe I consider having you here a burden. I don’t. As difficult as our situation is, I cannot pretend that I am alright with having the woman who was made my wife sleeping on the floor, I have my honor.”

You blinked up at him, stunned by it. “I -”

“Please.” he said, gesturing to the bed. “Take the bed.”

You didn’t have it in you to refuse again when hearing how pleading he sounded, how could someone like him even manage that? You got up from the floor and gave a nod. “Are you sure? But what about your back? It’s more comfortable for you to-”

He send you a look. “Concern yourself over your own back. I doubt that bruising will get better when sleeping on a hard wooden floor all the time.”

Alright… he wasn’t wrong to think that. Your back was aching again ever since being thrown in that carriage and feeling every dent in the ground that it had rode over. You picked up the empty bowl and walked towards the bed, but halted just as you were at his side, your hand curled around his bicep and gave it a squeeze. “You can be sweet when you’re not being an arrogant boor.”

He scoffed a little, but still had a timid smile at the compliment. You let go and claimed the bed for yourself, putting the bowl on the bedside table.

He plucked your cloak from the ground and put it neatly over the foot of the bed. “Sleep well.”

You crawled under the sheet. “Good night.”

The pillow was still in the corner of the room where you had left it, after a moment of hesitation he took it up from the floor and came to seat himself against the side of the bed. If you were to stretch your arm, you could have easily touched his shoulder. He looked at you for silent approval, you send a small smile back. He offered the pillow, you declined and he put it behind his head instead. It was strange to realize how comfortable you had grown around him, and how comfortable he seemed to be with your presence. He fell asleep so easily, a sign that he had grown to trust you. And it wasn’t hard to fall asleep yourself close to a person who may have a good heart after all.

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A hard bang made you jolt awake. There was loud and heavy rapid knocking on the door. The Monk was up on his feet in an instant, grabbed his cloak and rushed to the door, he only opened it a few inches.

“There is a fire, Sir!” A paladin quickly said.

The Monk gave a nod, closed the door and came over to you. “Up.”

You did as asked and grabbed the journals, stashing them in your satchel to take along. He quickly handed you your cloak that you could barely put on before he dragged you out of the room.

He handed you over to a group of four paladins. “Guard her. Where is Father?”

A paladin answered, “He is outside the refectory, where the fire is.”

The Monk turned on his feet and made haste to the refectory.

After using one of their ropes to bind your hands, the group of paladins hurriedly walked with you through the hallways. They led you down a set of stairs and soon they were dragging you through the kitchens. When the paladin walking up front opened the door that led outside, it was slammed into his face hard. In the dark it was hard to see what was happening, you only saw a shadow figure enter the kitchen. The paladins who had held you by the arms released you and drew their weapons. A fight ensued and you were defenseless with your hands bound together. You sought cover under one of the two large heavy tables, hoping that it would grant you safety until you could escape the kitchen. The shouting around you quieted down quickly and the gurgling sound of dying men filled your ears. An arm shot out under the table and a scream crawled out your throat as the shadow figure pulled you from under the table by the arm. You jerked your elbow forward once they got you to your feet and struck them in the face.

“Gods-” the shadow said.

You were pinned to the wall not a moment later, your mouth covered by their hand.

“You’re feistier than I thought.” a familiar voice sounded.

The clouds moved in the sky outside and allowed the moonlight to fall through the windows and into the kitchen. You recognized who you were facing now, it was the Stranger who had returned. Blood was all over the floor from the paladins he had killed.

As you tried to scream, he began to hush you, “Please, don’t scream. I’m here to help you!”

You set your nails into the bare skin of his wrist but he didn’t move his hand away from your mouth.

The Stranger remained calm. “Shhh… shhh… listen for a moment, alright dear?”

You stopped struggling and stared at him.

He was relieved to see you calm down a bit. “My name is Gareth. And I do not mean you harm. I am a Knight of the Fey, or was…” he looked like it troubled him to not be certain of the fact. “I realized you must not have gotten my note when I saw no light come from your room through that small window. There was always some light visible in the evening from that lantern in the room when you were there. Now, I’m going to move my hand away, just don’t scream, alright?”

Slowly he moved his hand away from your mouth, watching your reaction with caution. You didn’t scream, but you did spit in his face. He wiped his face with his hand.

“There are more enjoyable ways to exchange spit.” he mumbled.

You were still staring at him. “You’re Fey?!?”

He admitted it. “Sky Folk.”

Now that he stood so close, you could indeed pick up the Fey scent if you concentrated enough.

“What do you want from me?” you asked coolly.

He was grinning. “I have come to ask if you want to leave this place. This is no place for Feys, everyone who lives here has murdered our people.”

“First you threaten to kill me and tell me that you were paid by my father to take me to Ravenwick, and now you are here to help me?” you scoffed.

Gareth explained his reason. “I have earned my coin by bloodying my hands, I won’t deny that. But until I was tasked to find you, I had never harmed anyone who was innocent. When Aldith called upon me, I wanted to know why Father Carden was so interested in you, so I accepted the task. The whole thing just sounded odd to me. My brother would never forgive me for harming one of our own.”

It was hard to believe that he wasn’t just a greedy sellsword. “I don’t know you, and I don’t trust you either.”

He was disappointed to hear it. “You think you know the ones who are keeping you here, you think you can trust them?” He shook his head. “I have spend a day here not long ago. The filth that they speak is even worse than I can stomach and that says something. You are very fortunate that the Weeping Monk is like a shadow to you.”

You didn’t like hearing that at all. “What are you talking about?”

He sighed a little. “Not all of them are very strict on the vow they are forced to take.” He saw your horrified reaction. “I can take you away from here.”

“Take me where?” You weren’t actually considering it.

“To my brother. He is gathering all the Fey he can find that are in trouble, you’ll be safe with him. He knows of a safe place.” He studied your face for a moment. “You don’t want to leave…”

Your eyes widened at his conclusion.

He was so confused by it. “Why would you choose to stay here?”

Your answer was short, “I don’t want to go with you.”

He let out a disappointed sigh. “I can tell.”

The door that led from the hallway into the kitchen was pushed open, it hit the wall from the force of it. Gareth had pulled you away from the wall and now held you close like a shield, his sword was at your throat.

The Monk entered the kitchen slowly, sword drawn and ready. “Unhand her.”

Gareth was eerily calm whilst he moved backwards with you towards the open door that led outside. “Be calm. You’ll get her back if you behave.”

The Monk’s eyes were ablaze with fury.

Gareth got closer to the door step by step. “How could you lock your own wife away? Is it because she is Fey, is that it?”

You shook your head discreetly, hoping it would calm the storm that was the Monk.

Gareth noticed it. “You are too good for that murdering scum. Don’t let him make you believe that he’s not the monster that he is, he’s Father Carden’s weapon. They took your freedom for a reason.”

The Monk’s grip tightened around his sword.

“Be careful, dear. When the wolf bares his teeth, it is always too late for it’s prey.” Gareth said, then proceeded to boldly kiss the side of your head.

It was done just to confuse and distract the Monk. Then he gave you a strong push that launched your body right into the Monk’s. The hard impact you expected never came, the Monk’s fast reflexes had caught you just in time to prevent a hard crash against him. He looked past your shoulder and saw that Gareth had already fled the place.

Father would be furious if he did not catch him.

The Monk quickly grabbed your arm and hurried with you out of the kitchen and called out to another group of paladins who were making their way to safety. “Guard her. The enemy is here. Do not let anyone else near her!”

He stormed away, leaving a bunch of startled paladins in his wake.

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An hour had passed since the fire was discovered. Those who were not busy extinguishing the flames were waiting in and outside the stables for the rest of the smoke to clear out of the monastery. You were petting Goliath, who was all but amused that his sleep had been interrupted. It was still hours before dawn and you wondered if you would be up all night because of this. Father Carden was outside giving orders, the Monk was yet to return. This Stranger, Gareth, had created a chaos among the Red Paladins just to try and help you. A Knight of the Fey… you wondered if that was even true. And with how he had taunted the Monk, you knew that he would have to flee the land far to survive his wrath. Still, the things he had said remained in your thoughts.

~“When the wolf bares his teeth, it is always too late for his prey.”~

Had he considered the Monk to be the ‘wolf’ Or should you be concerned that they came in a pack… Goliath tilted his head towards the open stable doors, something had drawn his attention. You looked to where he was looking and could see how the Monk, already dismounted from the brown mare, walked over to Father Carden. A paladin rushed over and took the reins of the mare to lead her into the stables. Father Carden began to speak to the Monk, neither of them looked happy. The priest’s mood soured even more than it had been already. He turned and walked away from the Monk after pointing at him and talking louder, still you could not hear what was said. But you could see that the Monk wasn’t alright after what must have been a scolding, he looked so disappointed. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked into the stables and came straight towards you.

“What-” you began.

He stopped you by shaking his head, then took you by the arm to guide you along and out of the stables.

“Return to your quarters.” he commanded those still in the stables and outside of it.

The smoke had been aired out of the monastery, it was fortunate that the refectory was on the other side of the building. There were a lot more paladins on guard than there had previously been. Not much later, you were back in his room, and the second he closed the door he took of his cloak. He said not a word to you as he dressed down until his chest was bare. His arm was covered in blood and you gasped at the sight. He went to the washbasin and quickly began to clean off the blood.

You hurried over to him. “I’ll help-”

“No.” he sounded firm. “I know what to do.”

You could tell that he was not in the mood to argue about this, but you stayed near just in case he would need some help. “What happened?”

He hated to recall the moment. “I chased him into the woods on horseback. I thought I had lost his tracks. But then he charged at me on horseback and attacked me, cut my arm with his sword. If I had not thrown myself off of the horse, he would have cut off my head instead.”

“Did you kill him?” you barely dared to ask.

He shook his head. “No. Not yet.” Then looked at you. “I’ll find him.” His expression changed suddenly. “Did he harm you?”

You shook your head. “No. He came for exactly the reason that he mentioned in the note. To get me away from here.”

It did not sit well with him at all how that bastard had been far too familiar with you. What if he had not found you when he did?

The Monk walked to the chest, opened it and searched it’s contents until he found the needle and thread at the bottom of it. It indeed appeared so that he was used to treating his injuries, he had threaded that needle ridiculously fast.

“You refused his offer?” he guessed.

“Of course I did. Just because he claims to be a knight, doesn’t mean he can be trusted.” you told him.

“A ‘Knight’?” he parroted right after wincing when he pulled the needle through his skin to close the cut.

“He said he was a Knight of the Fey. He wanted to bring me to his brother who-” You stopped, realizing what you were about to say.

The Monk noticed it immediately and looked at you with sharp eyes. “What of his brother?”

“He just said his brother would keep me safe.” You left out how this brother was gathering the Fey together in a safe place.

He looked you in the eyes, and you prayed he would not ask further. Then he blinked and continued the task of suturing his skin back together.

“If you continue like that, it won’t heal properly.” you winced at his lack of precision with the needle.

He held the needle out for you to take, no longer bothering to refuse the help. You quickly took the needle before he’d change his mind. You began to suture the wound shut, grimacing a little at the sight. He arched a brow when he saw your expression.

You bit your lip. “I only ever stitched myself back together. It’s strange doing it with someone else’s skin.”

He was looking down at your work. “You are doing well.”

“It helps that you’re not writhing around in pain.” you jested.

The Monk was silent for a moment, then quietly spoke. “He set fire to our refectory to distract us. I caught his scent through the smoke too late. I knew he would return, I should have been more careful.”

You pulled the needle through his skin one last time, “Did Father Carden blame you for this?”

“This was my fault.” he stated it in firm believe.

“How?” you asked.

He thought for a moment. “I should have been more alert.”

It was saddening to see how much fault he put on himself. “For goodness sake… you barely get any rest, it’s not a crime to sleep.”

You finished suturing the wound, put some of the ointment on it, and then went over to the washbasin to grab a rag to clean the blood off of your hands. “Seeing you and Father Carden together, reminds me of Cassian and I. Everything was fine as long as I did exactly what he wanted, but when things went wrong…”

The Monk was quiet, he walked over, stopping just in front of you. He took a clean rag from the table and wrapped it around his arm to cover the wound.

You scrapped your courage together. “I think I know now why I didn’t take the offer of that knight. I have started to carry a hope in me that you might one day desire to leave this life behind too. That you will have your freedom as I will have mine.”

It was a whisper leaving him, “I have my freedom.”

Your voice matched in volume. “If that were true, they would know what you are. You are hiding your nature to survive, to be accepted. Hiding is not freedom.”

“I belong here.” He didn’t even look at you when he said it.

You reached out and touched his arm lightly. “I disagree.”

When you turned away and started to walk towards the bed, the Monk’s hand shot out and his fingers quickly caught you by your jacket.

He stepped closer again, slowly pulling you towards him. “Tomorrow… I will teach you the sword again. And I’ll continue doing it until I am certain that you can defend yourself, this I swear to you.”

You blinked at him. He then walked to where he had put down the belts of his weapons and plucked a dagger off of it.

“Take this.” He handed the dagger to you. “If he ever returns, if anyone tries to harm you, put it in their chest.”

You were staring at the dagger in your hands, then blurted out, “Where am I supposed to hide this?”

It dawned on him that you had nothing to hide it in.

He reached down and moved your jacket open a little. “Hand me your jacket. I will find a way to store the dagger inside of it.��

You took the jacket off and handed it to him, already missing it’s warmth.

He put the jacket down next to his cloak, making sure he would remember.

There was one problem… “What if the paladins, or Father Carden, find that dagger on me?”

He was too determined to have you armed to see fault in his plan. “If they do, I will explain it to Father.” The Monk came closer once more, reaching out to touch the cord with the ring that still hanged around your neck, it must have moved from under your shirt with the chaos. “Hide this well.”

Quickly you hid the valuable jewelry under your shirt again.

“Your decision to not to go with the Fey Knight will please Father.” he sounded content. “I hope to convince him to reward you for it.”

You hadn’t made that decision to please the priest. “I want nothing of him. I didn’t stay for him.”

He was persuasive. “I know. But anything to make you more comfortable must be welcome?”

You hummed and went to sit down on the bed. “Like what?”

The Monk, stepped closer again, his boot nearly touched your own. You kicked off your boots and moved your legs under the sheet to lay down.

“What would you like?” He had tilted his head and watched you curiously.

You rested your head down on the bed and thought about it for a while, in the meantime he returned to the spot against the bed where he had been sleeping before the fire. It was impossible not to notice how day by day, the Monk looked more and more tired. No wonder, his sleep was interrupted so often. And when he did sleep, his dreams were often haunted and restless.

“Well?” He was waiting for your answer.

You studied the dagger, then put it down beside you. “Some clean clothes and a chance to bathe properly. Something to read, not the scriptures. A sword.”

“Father will not allow it.” he quickly refused.

The corner of your mouth curved up. “Fine. Just the sword then.”

The Monk looked at you past his shoulder, seeing the small grin you had. “I meant the sword.”

Now that you had the chance, you made your requests. “It would be lovely to have some more bedding, considering we have to share it between us. Another pillow, some warmer sheets…”

He was listening to your suggestions rather patiently. “That sounds agreeable-”

You dreamed on. “A second bed, so neither of us has to sleep on the floor. Maybe even a bigger room so the beds would fit better-”

The Monk spoke your name, the look he send was sadly discouraging.

“Fine. Just a chance to bathe then.” you gave in.

He gave a nod. “I will endeavour to fulfill at least one of your requests.”

The jest fell out of you again, “The sword?”

“What use would it be to you?” he fired back.

Your mouth fell agape at the blatant mockery of your lack of skill with a sword. “You rotten-”

He leaned a little to the side when you tried to smack the corner of the sheet against him. “Try to sleep. There is not much of the night left.”

“Alright…” you turned over to face the wall. “Try to sleep too.”

“I will.” he said quietly.

And he did try to sleep. But every few minutes he’d wake. Any noise that reached his ears cruelly tore him from his rest again. And the only dream that he was long enough asleep for was nothing short of a nightmare. The fire, his dead Brothers, and you gone, taken into the night. The only solace he had was when he was awake, when he knew you were still sleeping in his bed. God… what was he doing to himself?

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shes4twnksinatrnchct · 13 days ago

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Hell of a Show {Excerpt}

Jake Kiszka x Fem. OC

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The Rise: Interlude i

2039

As he does that, the echo of Addi, Brooke, Kayce and Rhett laughing rattles from the living room, and mingles with the loud chattering of Connie toward Dominic and Collins.

Coley decides to slip upstairs to retreat to a guest bathroom to catch her breath and garner some peace for a moment.

It’s no surprise to her that upstairs is just as drastically different as downstairs…

The bathroom that once belonged to Collins is no longer a very, very, lightly pastel purple color that’s accented in butterflies and flowers—some of which having been hand-painted on the wall by Josh.

It’s all been painted over in a neutral grey, now, with equally as bleak bath mats and a matching hand towel.

The walls are bare of any decor.

Jake rarely comes in here, anyway, so he doesn’t care as to what it looks like so long as it’s not messy and functions.

She savors the quiet, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as memories overcome her.

Like Collins sitting on the counter while Coley showed Jake how to do her hair in either braid it or pull it up in a ponytail—and how to get it to lay down right if Collins wanted it down.

Or mopping up water after every bath the girl would take because it was nearly impossible for her to keep from splashing it everywhere.

And of course the time she got ahold of Jake’s shaving cream and smeared it all over the mirror in an attempt to paint.

She scoffs when she feels herself grow misty-eyed, knowing it’s not going to do any good to reminisce, but guilt and shame seem to be planted in her with no remorse since being here and she can’t help but look back at what she robbed him and the kids of.

Slipping from the bathroom after making sure her makeup hasn’t smeared, she finds herself pulled further down the hallway instead of downstairs.

Rhett and Kayce’s rooms are clearly dedicated to music—guitars and other string instruments lining the re-painted walls or resting in their cases on the floor.

Collins’ room is a guest bedroom, and at the end of the hallway is Coley’s old bedroom—well, her old bedroom she shared with Jake.

Like the other rooms, the door is wide open, and Coley carefully takes steps closer to peer inside to take note of how it’s changed, too.

She gets distracted by the sight of the fluffy cat curled up on the bed with his head buried in its own legs, and a wide smile pulls across her face.

She doesn’t notice him ease down the hallway toward her, and he doesn’t bother to speak because he doesn’t want to disturb her just yet, seeing the smile on her face as she looks into his room.

He realizes what she’s grinning about when he gets close enough to see the ball of fur curled up on what was once her side of the bed.

Just as she’s about to turn around to go back downstairs, she’s caught off-guard by the sudden presence of her ex-boyfriend.

“Sorry,” He says when she jolts, her hand resting over her chest as her heart hammers under her palm, “I’m not the only one with shitty hearing,” He teases in reference to her not hearing him approach her.

“I’m sorry,” Coley shakes her head, feeling embarrassed for even being up here, “I was just…um—I don’t know what I was doing, actually.”

“It’s okay,” Jake assures her, leaning against the doorway of his room, his close warmth radiating over her bare left shoulder, “I was nosy at your house, too,” He adds with a shrug, his eyes unable to keep from quickly dancing across her shoulder blades that are exposed from the thin straps of her dress before looking at her face before she can notice, asking, “You ready to go?”

Coley blinks up at him, forcing herself to keep from spacing out as she looks into his brown eyes, and lets out a soft, “Mhmm.”

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kybercrystals94 · 1 year ago

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If You Need to Talk

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 21 | Alternative Prompt: Body Modification

Rating: G

Words: 717

Summary: Echo is processing how much his life is changed now that he’s back.

“I can help with that.”

Echo startles and looks up. Tech is standing in the doorway. How long has the commando been standing there, just watching as Echo tries to recalibrate his scomp with his left hand? Burning embarrassment creeps up the back of Echo’s neck and across his cheeks.

“No need,” he says, almost gruffly, “I’m almost done anyway.”

Tech steps into the room, eyeing the sprawl of tools Echo has been using to poke and prod his artificial limb. “I see,” Tech says, expression dubious. “Well, should you need assistance in the future, I hope you will allow me to offer my expertise on the subject. I am, after all, an engineer.”

Echo gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He hasn’t even been with Clone Force 99 a full rotation yet, and the awkward phase of his integration is still in full swing. He’s faced it before, when he joined the 501st after the disaster of Rishi Outpost; however, that had been entirely different, having Fives by his side.

Now, he is alone with a squad of deviant clones who mistrusted him a majority of the time they’ve known him (although that changed drastically after Anaxes, thank the force), along with having to become used to a mutilated body with an entirely new set of rules concerning its upkeep… all without his kriffing dominate hand.

Echo forces down the emotions of despair and self-loathing that eagerly rise to the occasion. “Actually, then, if you wouldn’t mind having a look at it…”

He earns a faint but genuine smile from the goggled clone. “It is no trouble,” Tech says, and sits down next to Echo at the table. “What seems to be the issue?”

“The joint feels tight…limited movement,” Echo explains, pointing to the area his right elbow used to be. “And I noticed my scomp attachment is not reacting like it was before…”

“You were electrocuted, I am not surprised the attachment will need to be recalibrated,” Tech interrupts. Not unkindly, simply removing the need for Echo to explain himself. Tech starts to reach for his arm but hesitates. “May I?”

“Yeah, sure, of course,” Echo says, shifting to make the offending appendage more accessible.

Tech sets to work, narrating the process as he goes. He explains each issue in detail, and then provides a detailed solution. “While it is advantageous that I understand the matter, it is vital that you understand. After all, it is your body. It must not be an easy adjustment…coming back as a cyborg.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Echo says, trying to keep his sarcasm in check.

Tech hums acknowledgment. “Would it be helpful to your mental and emotional wellbeing to discuss it?” he asks.

The question catches Echo off guard. “What?”

Tech meets his eye, pausing his work. “If you need to talk, I am more than capable of providing a listening ear, as it were.”

Honestly, Echo does want to talk about it. Everything since he fell out of that stasis chamber has felt like a lucid dream, one he will wake up from. Fives will be shaking his shoulders, the warmth of his breath on Echo’s face as he says in a voice all too loud, “Wake up, sleepy head! You’re wasting daylight!”

And even though his right hand has been gone for months, it feels like only moments ago it closed over the curve of Fives’ shoulder, grasped the grip of his favorite blaster, held a hand of cards during a game of sabaac.

He wants to tell Tech how much he misses the feeling of the ship rumbling beneath his feet, not the rattling of prosthetics against his thighs. Or how even his insides feel heavy and thick where machine now gives his body function. How he hates the feeling of air movement on his bare scalp where his hair used to be.

He wants to say all of this and more, out loud, into the universe. Into the recycled air of his new home, into the listening ears of his new squad.

He wants to. He wants to so badly it catches like a painful lump in his throat. But he swallows it all back. Instead, he says, “I’m fine.”

Even if it is absolutely the furthest thing from the truth.

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toranoya · 4 months ago

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Gabriel.

“We’re not getting along like we used to.” This was a horrible fact that Michael was aware of, something that he had started to accept himself. The sibling that he had started to rely on the most after Lucifer left them, the second in command who was supposed to be his balance, the one that he would look to when he didn’t have the answers anymore. He was changing and Michael didn’t know the sibling in front of him anymore. It was terrifying, because the last time that happened—Michael rammed a spear through them and banished them from Heaven.

He can’t do that again. He can’t watch another one of his brothers fall. He can’t watch the world turn upside down once more until all that he’s left holding is the shattered remains of his family hoping, praying, that things stop hurting the way that they are. He can’t handle closing his eyes and seeing another one of his brothers staring up at him like he betrayed them, like he crushed and destroyed them.

It just hurts too much.

His heart won’t be able to take it.

And Gabriel is doing that to him. He’s spending too much time with the humans, he’s changing how he dresses, he’s different than before and it’s terrifying him. He sees the changes, he hears what Gabriel is saying, and all he can do is feel as if he’s repeating history. He wants to accept his brother, all of them not just Gabriel. He wants to embrace who they feel they are, however that might be. He’ll honor whatever they tell him they want to be but he can’t handle this.

The drastic change, the time in the human realm, the defense of those creatures, the lack of help in Heaven, the shift in their dynamic—he can’t look at Gabriel and wonder if he’s going to pull his sword on him one day and start hurting their family again. It will break him, it will be his undoing, it will destroy what is left of Michael.

How much harder does he have to grip onto his family to keep them where they’re meant to be? To keep them in the clouds and at his side? How much more does he have to give until there isn’t anything left? Until he’s all alone up here in the clouds, his heart shattered from the people he’s had to hurt? The bonds he’s had to destroy? The family that has turned their backs on him? The blood that flowed between his fingers like water?

He’ll break.

Michael took a breath and with a trembling effort, he managed to get out the words that had been held back, unwilling to be spoken. “You’re scaring me.” The blatant truth, the terror that gripped his heart. “I can’t lose you too. I can’t do it Gabriel. When he left you were all I had to learn on. I can’t—” it hurts. “I can’t do it all alone.”

Gabriel stood in the middle of his quarters, still in mid-change. His hair was a shock of pink and blue, a bold choice from his weekend that he hadn’t gotten around to changing back before Michael walked in. He had been in the middle of adjusting his blue blazer, a choice to make Michael happy – one that he would change into something more casual once his daily meeting with Michael was done. But today was different it seemed! Michael came to him, catching his younger brother off-guard. He couldn’t remember the last time Michael had visited his room, Gabriel's usual carefree demeanor freezing the moment he caught sight of his brother. Michael, tall and rigid, stood in the doorway, his face a mask of restrained emotion, though Gabriel could sense the storm brewing beneath. "Ah! Good morning, Michael, what a surprise! Sorry for the mess, won’t you come…"

But his brother was already speaking, and Michael’s words struck him like a blow. "You’re scaring me."

For a moment, Gabriel didn’t know what to say. It was rare to hear Michael so vulnerable, so open with the fear he usually buried beneath duty and command. Knowing his brother, he was pretty sure that Michael had fretted and paced all night as he thought it over. Gabriel’s chest tightened as he felt the weight of his brother’s worry, his heart aching for him. He could see the years of pressure etched into Michael’s every movement, the burden of responsibility that never seemed to lighten.

"Michael…" Gabriel started, his voice softer than usual, his playfulness drained away. He could hear the tremble in Michael's voice, and for the first time in a long while, Gabriel felt unsure of how to respond. Michael, the unbreakable, the one who always had it together, was standing there, seemingly holding on by a thread.

Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling guilty for the way he’d been pushing boundaries, for making changes that had clearly unnerved Michael. "I didn’t know I was… doing that to you," Gabriel admitted, his gaze dropping for a moment before meeting Michael’s again. "I didn’t realize how much this was hurting you. We don’t talk much anymore."

The silence hung between them, thick and uncomfortable. Gabriel took a slow breath, his usual bravado gone. "I’m not going anywhere, Michael. I promise you that." He stepped closer, reaching out to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder, hoping the touch could somehow reassure him. "But I need you to understand that I’m still me. Even with the changes, the time I spend with humans… I’m still Gabriel Morningstar, your brother."

He hesitated before continuing, "I’m not going to turn on you. I could never do that. You’ve always been the one I’ve looked up to, even when I’ve… frustrated you. I just—" He struggled to find the right words. "I just want to be me, without scaring you."

Gabriel sighed, his eyes softening. "You won’t lose me, Michael. Not like before. But I need you to trust me. I need you to let me grow, to explore… without thinking it means I’m leaving you behind." He squeezed Michael’s shoulder lightly. "You’ve carried this weight for so long. You don’t have to do it alone anymore. I’m still here, Michael. I’m still with you."

#truearchangel #replies #non i11 #ocmuse-gabriel #(pun on words since you said Gabe was changing lol)

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misccy27 · 2 years ago

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They could have easily written Darius and Hunter’s relationship out of the show after ASIAS

I kept expecting them to. I thought they did at first. Maybe it played out differently for me because I first watched season 2 by binging it after it was over, but the continued existence of Darius and Hunter's relationship kept catching me off guard. Like. Here's how it played out for me:

Any Sport in a Storm ends with Darius being set up as a sort of mentor figure that will help set Hunter on the right path by undermining Belos’ teachings. But that role became (largely) unnecessary with Hollow Mind.

So I was watching Hollow Mind, watching the stakes change suddenly and drastically, and it ends with Hunter ripping off his cloak. And it's like, Hunter’s cloak is such a direct one-to-one analogy for Darius’ approval throughout the entirety of ASIAS. So when Hunter in his very next episode throws his cloak on the ground at the end of it, I absolutely read that as Hunter also rejecting his relationship with Darius.

And it was sad, but understandable. Hunter’s whole life has just been pulled out from under him. He can't go back to the castle. He thinks Darius is loyal to Belos. So his relationship with Darius becomes a genuinely good thing that he has to leave behind in order to escape his abusive environment. Just another tragedy at the end of a tragic episode. The show, as they say, must go on.

And it did. Labyrinth Runners happened and I was like, yup. Here it is. Hunter is now in a full-blown coming-of-age story. I know how this goes. He gets no parents now; only friendships born of trauma. It’s fine, it’s whatever. It's how the story goes.

So I was absolutely 1000% unprepared for Hunter to roll up on the Day of Unity on a mission from Darius. So casual too, like:

Hunter you are not here on a mission. You are here on a quest. Look at your snazzy little color-coordinated outfit. You look like you're here to deliver bread to grandma's house. It is the Day of Unity what is happening here? Like???

I genuinely cannot overstate just how much this floored me. Because the way the story plays out it's like: a week ago (in canon), Hunter learned that the man he trusted and adored more than anyone else in the world - the man that his entire life revolved around - has been sadistically manipulating him his whole life with just the most absolute worst intentions that anyone could have imagined. It is a complete nightmare scenario:

The next time we see Hunter after that, and the last time we see him before he shows up on the Day of Unity, coven head Adrian is the one traumatizing him. Adrian is taking up the mantle of psychological tormenting this kid, lying to him about reality, creating illusions of both friends and enemies alike:

So after LR there is approximately zero reason for Hunter to trust anyone outside of Gus and maybe some of the other Hexside kids. He definitely has no reason to trust any adult ever again tbh.

So yeah. I was not expecting Hunter to show up on the Day of Unity taking orders from Darius. We didn't get to see them interact at all between ASIAS and now. Last I checked, Hunter still had no clue that the rebellion even existed. Meanwhile, we see Darius preparing for the Day of Unity, apparently keeping his work life and home life entirely separate, good job ig. When did Darius even have time for this? The entire world is at stake and Hunter has run away from the castle and they somehow managed to get in touch with each other again anyways?

The implied off-screen interaction(s) here is A Lot, but I'm getting off-track. The point is, it didn't have to be included. The writers could have had Luz meet up with her friends in any way that they wanted. Like, this is a show stuffed full of plot contrivances. We still have no idea what Willow, Gus, and Hunter were doing between LR and the Day of Unity. The possibilities were endless. There were so many options with fewer contrivances than Hunter trusting Darius at this point.

But the writers chose to intertwine Darius and Hunter’s plots again anyway. They doubled down on a relationship that I had given up on. “Darius insisted” that Luz needed an escort. Darius ordered Hunter to do it. This was I guess just thrown in as a fun fact: yes there is indeed at least one adult still paying attention to this child's situation right now. That adult is sending Hunter away from the action, on the same mission that Eda gave Luz to keep her safe. The world is ending and everything has changed and yet Hunter is still on Darius' priority list. Okay. Cool. I can be chill about this I swear.

And then King’s Tide happens. And it is not enough for Hunter and Darius to just have any sort of relationship at all by this point. No, they have to make sure we know: Hunter is attached to Darius. Like, this?

Totally unnecessary. Did not need to happen. This serves zero purpose to the plot. Even in terms of emotional stakes and making Hunter suffer, it’s like. This happens in between Luz sacrificing herself for Hunter and Hunter seeing his Uncle brutally murdered in front of him. This was not at all necessary. Those kids did not have to stumble across Eda and the coven heads on their way to rescue Luz. It affected nothing. It was actually just put in the episode to attack me personally and I love it. Fantastic.

And then the season ends. And the setup for their relationship is so bad at this point, like? Darius is in some unknown terrible situation a realm away. Hunter just showed up on Camila's doorstep with his 4 best friends. This is a perfect opportunity to end the relationship. I was mentally prepared for it, going into Thanks to Them. Going along with the theme of grieving and letting go of childish fantasies and all.

Here's the setup: Hunter’s situation is changing drastically once again, but this time it's for the better. He is now spending months in the human realm, finally in a relatively safe and supportive environment. He's spending enough time there to gain context about the fact that authority figures can be not only good, but also nice. Hunter now has another adult that cares about his well-being and is helping him. It is a good situation for him to be in. I am genuinely happy for him.

So when Hunter’s sewing hobby first came up in TTT, I was prepared to disconnect that from where it started in ASIAS. When Hunter brought up the fact that Camila taught him how to use the sewing machine, I was ready for closure. I accepted it as “Yes. I see. Camila has displaced Darius both literally as Hunter’s sewing teacher and metaphorically in Hunter’s heart.” I was prepared for it. So this did, in fact, hit me hard:

Hunter. For all you know Darius has been dead for months. What are you doing? Why do you still care?? Just how familiar are you with Darius’ stitches anyway???

And it's again like. Literally none of these scenes were necessary. Everything we see about this relationship post-ASIAS could have been removed entirely without affecting any other relationships or the broader story at all. The fact that all of this was included means that we’re now at a point where it’s like:

Hunter got out of his abusive situation and he has a strong support network of people who love him now and also Darius just so happens to still matter to him anyway. This relationship still matters despite the plot pulling them in different directions every step of the way. This relationship has turned into a full-blown star-crossed found family scenario now. And how am I supposed to feel about that?

Because I really don't know what to expect. We get to see so little of Darius. He has had zero agency for the past however many months. The crumbs we got in Hollow Mind and with the Day of Unity mission show that Darius does care about Hunter. It's obvious that Hunter cares about Darius. I am all-in at this point tbh. So please just give me another crumb writers. All I need is just a halfway decent reunion, it can even be in the background, I can fill in the rest. Just. Let this end on a positive note for them please.

#toh hunter #darius deamonne #don't hate me but #I'm glad I binged s2 afterwards #speculating over each episode would have done me in #i'm glad my hope built up slowly with zero expectations #like i did not mean to care about this relationship #but it just kept showing up #now i am going to manifest the best possible ending for these two i s2g

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piffany666 · 1 year ago

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Nor death nor love discriminates between the sinners and the saints:

The first chapter of a fan fiction made by me and @darlin-collins about what we thought was going to happen in one magic of the heart episodes (more specifically the "lovers quarrel episode)

The guardian and darling both use they them pronouns in this fan fic. Darling is referred to as "the figure" a lot in this fan fic.

The guardian perked their head up as they heard talking from outside the cell room. They were exhausted and could only move their head to an extent that they weren't going to put to the test. As the sound got closer, the guardian could make out that it was makkaro, his aloof henchmen Frank and someone else. That "someone else" was the first of the three to enter the room. Starstruck and amazed the 'someone' began to speak, addressing makkaro but not averting their gase off of the guardian. "I-is this truly the guardian?" The figure spoke in a tone that the guardian recognised but lacked the motivation to remember where from. "Yes my darling, I can hardly belive it myself" makkaro's tone had changed significantly from what the guardian had been subjected to these last few days. They could recall this happening when they first got here when makkaro was interrupted by a call on a crystal ball. The guardian deduced that this was that 'you know who' Frank was referring to. "They look so..." the figure began "underwhelming?" Makkaro finished. The figure smiled "exactly" they then began to walk towards them in a peculiar way that the guardian could swear they recognised but where from? They grabbed the bars of the cell and put their face as close as they could to the guardian as if they where an animal at a zoo. Their smile began to fade as their eyes slowly made their way across the guardian's withered and damaged body. How their legs were limp and covered in what looked to be blisters...wait those aren't blisters...they're burns. How their hands limped from the chains hanging on the wall and how they could barely keep their eyes open and steady. "Sweetheart" the figure began "how did they get like this?" This seemed to catch makkaro of guard. "W-well darling I did tell you that we had fought before I managed to unleash the snake titan upon them" he's lying, the guardian thought, come on you can see that these are fresh, don't listen to him. "Let's not worry about that now" Makkaro pulled them closer and they both began to smile "you shouldn't burden yourself with my work, I know it can...upset you. I only agreed to bring you down here because you wanted to see the Guardian and I have trouble saying no to you" Makkaro then kissed them almost desperately, as if to say 'please drop it'. This seemed to work "yeah y-your right" they gave an uncertain smile and began to leave with him. Makkaro had off-handedly mentioned that he was a detective and while the guardian had never considered that line of work, their deductive skills could tell this much. Makkaro is a dangerous necromancer and his partner knows this but is unaware of the extent of his villainy, that or they actively chose to ignore it. Its funny that almost sounds like...uh oh.

They need to say something, now! Before they leave! They can't understand why but they have a feeling that this mysterious person could be their key out of here or could at least become a potential 'plan B' for if zed fails to bring mirin here. Say something! The guardian internally screamed, anything! "I've been there you know" the guardian was almost shocked at how they sounded like their voice had been set on fire and then drowned. "But oh to watch from the sidelines this time" They both stopped but when they turned around they where the only one to speak "what did you say?" Their voice had changed drastically from a starry-eyed follower of the guardian to a cold but menacing one. However this did not phase the guardian "my apologies I just meant that I hope your willing to take my place" the guardian gave an attempt at a smile "I mean I've been told that history repeats itself but I suppose no one dose live long enough to see the pattern" the guardian gave up on the smirk "but I'VE lived long enough" it was then makkaro's turn to be menacing "what exactly are you implying?!"

"Oh come now, you told me you were a detective no? Put those deductive skills to work. What do you think I'm implying?" After this was met with silence, the guardian continued "nothing? Well you see detective...I was simply implying that you both remind me of myself and magrios"

#yes the tital is a Hamilton refrance!#good boy audios #goodboyaudiosmagicoftheheart #goodboyaudiosfanfic #gba guardian #gba makkaro #gba darling #gba frank

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voidtouched-blue · 5 months ago

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Your OC is being lectured, or possibly even scolded, by someone in a position of authority.

"We do not perform experimental procedures on the injured or ailing!"

The woman nearly threw her hat at the Keeper as she tried to keep herself together. Cyra had known the Hyur to be quite animated when upset, but to see her skin change color so drastically had caught her even more off guard than the shouting. Her mouth snapped shut at the thought of a response, sensing she wasn't done with her lecture.

"I don't care what you learned from Brother E-Sumi-Yan! What you did was reckless. Were it lacking in any capacity, your little guess could have had severe consequences, Cyra."

The way she said her name was a bitter venom. An electric ripple of anger and discomfort rolled down her spine, sending her tail to flick and fluff with agitation at her words. As upset as she was, Marienne had never reached this level of fury with her. She knew she could push the rules a little, even though she was still learning more advanced methods, Cyra thought she could take a little initiative and utilize her outside thinking to aid with this task for herself and her mentor. The head of the Conjury guild didn't have time to follow her around and oversee her progress in becoming a White Mage herself, so he helped appoint her another mentor; someone outside the Seedseer's influence.

The Miqo'te had done more than just prove herself thus far. Earning the title of White Mage as well as a soul crystal well before any others pursuing the same path. Her eagerness to learn and her dedication to her studies were what set her aside from the other pupils seeking to follow the life of Conjury. So it was without question that she acted without influence of the guidance given to her by those that came before. She was confident in her solution, so why would her mentor be upset for another life saved?

"Twelve forfend this is let alone by E-Sumi-Yan, let alone the Seedseer or the other White Mages. You cannot be trusted with a life on your own! I don't care how smart you think you are, or even if you believe the rules were not meant for you. You acted without consulting me, your mentor, first...and that is unacceptable."

The budding mage simply stood by silently, ears tucked tight against the sides of her head. She hadn't been scolded like this since...well...it was a memory she hadn't wanted to resurface. Digging sharp talons into tender palms, she refocused on the sudden silence from the blond Hyur before her. The woman tapped her foot impatiently.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself? Let's hear it!" She snapped.

Cyra gulped, feeling her throat bob as her nerves seemed to catch in her neck. The woman crossed her arms, shifting aggressively to one side as she waited for the kitten to mew.

"I-", she started. "It's just that- well I mean-... I just wanted to-".

The words just collected behind her tongue, choking her while she still breathed.

"Gods, you can't even spit it out-"

"You haven't given me a chance to speak!" Her tone wavered as she tried to collect herself. Despite the confidence she normally exuded, Cyra had been broken down into a stuttering mess. She could work under pressure, but not like this. Not when it came to the kind of stress that conversation came with. This was breaking that carefully crafted facade she had spent only a few years sculpting to fit in. Deep within, she was still timid and terrified of people. Though not Garlean in origin, their ire was enough to dredge up those terrible moments from the depths of her mind.

"Very well, then...speak at your leisure, or don't. It matters not to me. Perhaps 'tis best for it to wait until I've had a moment to consult with those above me."

Cyra bit her tongue. Now was not the time to lash out or react with anger. Her own complexion had gained it's own color of rage that flushed grey and blue striped cheeks with red.

"I care not what you do with your time, but you are not to touch a single ill or injured person until I've called for you. Understand me?" Marienne dipped her chin to gaze at her student nearly through her furrowed brows.

The pupil simply nodded, gently reaching up to stroke her ear as she turned to leave.

"You're a smart cat, Cyra...but you let your ego rule your mind, and that will be your downfall."

#mimble-sparklepudding #ask meme #ic #ffxiv verse #[thank you so much for this!]

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yeonmuse · 6 months ago

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BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 1k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

* Authors note: the chapters timelines may change drastically*

Location Skylar District , Date October 11th 2060

Tahani found herself growing nervous as it finally occurred to her the position she had now put herself in. In the moment she was just moving on impulse, when she saw the actions unfold she immediately recognized the exchange that had taken place. Now here she was following two tall men and a young boy that looked to be no younger than the age of 16 unaware of what she could possibly be throwing herself into. Lost in thought she hadn't realized that the three guys were no longer in her line of vision and all footsteps had fallen silent. Her eyes scanned the now empty tunnel in confusion, once again her brain had wandered and she ended up losing them. She had been preparing to leave when she caught a quick glance of a long linear crack along the wall of the tunnel, making her way over her fingers traced over the crack and the next thing she knew she had pushed her way through a doorway hidden amongst the cold concrete wall.

"No fucking way.'' She found herself wandering down a dark hallway, pipes dripping water and white mist aligned the walls that decorated her path. When she finally arrived at the end of the hallway her jaw dropped as she now stood near a guarded balcony looking out at hundreds of people either sparing, checking weapons or welding things. She had always heard about what the place was like on the news but the news made this scene seem like childs play. Snapping her out of her thoughts a boy with chestnut colored hair seemed to be speaking to her as he entered the same way that she had gotten in herself.

"Who are you? Are you one of the new recruits or something?'' turning around to face him she made sure to hide her eyes behind her hair, if he saw her face before she even got the chance to speak he might easily catch her in her lie.

"Tahani, the names Tahani" she simply responds hoping that he wouldn't pile on any further questions.

"Well Tahani, why are you up here? Everyone should be down in the airlock training come on you can help me spar since you think it's okay to skip out on practices.'' Tahani knew she couldnt say no or else he might find out that she wasnt even supposed to be there, perhaps if she just followed his lead and layed low she would be okay. Unfortunately for Tahani she wasnt aware of the status that the male she was about to fight held there. He was one of their best fighters, the man they'd always have on the front lines since his first mission with them. She followed behind him closely, receiving glances from the others down in the airlock now and then which made her slightly nervous. She had been so distracted in trying to make sure she blended in that she hadnt even realized the boy stopped, she ended up running flat into his back and let out a frustrated huff at how hard the impact was.

"What are you huffing for you're the one that seems to be drifting off to elsewhere during a time you should be focused.'' he simply rolls his eyes before stepping inside of what looked to be a large circular fighting arena filled to the brim with sand. She stepped on behind him and followed his lead, slipping on a pair of gloves, unaware of the few people that had now crowded around the small arena. They didn't know who she was but they definitely knew the boy and if any brave soul made a choice like that to step up and fight him of all people they knew it would be a good show. When Tahani finally got the gloves on she had barely gotten into her stance before the boy threw his first punch which she barely dodged considering the swing took her by surprise.

"What the fuck, I wasnt even ready.'' he then threw another punch which she dodged once more before frustratingly cracking her neck.

"Your attacker won't wait for you to get ready now will they, you need to be aware at all times.'' was all he said before continuing his attack on the girl. She easily dodged his punches within the first few seconds but when he did finally land a hit on her it sent her flying back into the sand. A bunch of oohs emitted from those surrounding them at the boy's actions because they all knew the girl would surely feel that hit in the next couple of days. At that moment Tahani scrambled to her feet with pure annoyance in her gaze.

When she landed her first hit everyone was shocked to say the least, seeing the male stumble back nearly falling onto his ass from the force of her hit. What went without saying was that it was now evident both of them were pretty riled up now. They had now gathered a major crowd, it seemed that nearly everyone had stopped their own training just to watch the two fight with one another. They had only been fighting for ten minutes but with each of them throwing blow after blow it felt like the fight would never end. If Tahani wanted to win she needed to play this smart, and so when the boy charged at her once more she stuck out her foot and sent him stumbling behind her, before he had the chance to turn around she leapt onto his back hoisted herself up and coiled her legs around his neck before twisting around and letting his body hit the sand. Everyone around them grew silent around them as they watched the girl push herself up. As if finally now realizing all the attention that had been on them panic had set in and she had no time to catch her breath. Amidst the whispers and shocked faces of the crowd there had been someone clapping in the background and as the crowd parted she saw it was one of the men she followed through the tunnels to get here.

"Well done, well done Mrs. Morgan.'' he spoke in between claps and the mention of her last name made her freeze in her spot. She was in deep shit now.

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lv-iceprince · 1 year ago

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🍁..overall ship..🍁

@talpois

привет! apologies for the extreme extreme extremeeee tardiness on my part but i finally got around to it and i really loved doing this for you. and i just have to say i especially loved the amount of detail you gave me for this ship, my best work is done when i have more information so this was the perfect request! please enjoy this ship and many thanks for even requesting this :)

~nct dream~ renjun 🍁

If one were to ask me what the easiest choice I had ever made was, it would be shipping you with Renjun. Seeing your selca’s I was already convinced that you and Renjun would be the best pairing to ever exist but reading your description had me doubly sure.

He is someone who puts on the innocent, intelligent guy role but there is harsh duality within him and I saw the same in you. You have so much gone on personality-wise and whether you realise it or not you would have such an impact on Renjun, you draw out the parts of him that he hides from the wider public.

It really is an instant where he never thought one person could change his life so drastically, you both took a turn for the right direction when you met.

Now I promise I will get to your personality but I really want to give an explanation as to why Renjun is the best visual match ever. First of all, you are both visually stunning and you both possess a really rare sense of beauty that is rarely ever seen.

The best way to describe it is you both have the visuals that were sought after when renaissance artists wanted to create a new painting or sculpture.

Your features are so bold yet so otherworldly, like that of a forest fairy, you are both so beautiful it’s insane. You both create a new take on what is truly beautiful, you stand out and that’s probably the most beautiful thing.

I’m really fumbling on my words right now so I’ll just explain it this way: When Hozier wrote Would That I he definitely used the two of you as his twin muses.

Renjun would be on his knees for you any day. The way you compose yourself is viewed as nothing short of enchanting to Renjun, he was confident in the idea that no one person would ever catch him off guard. You managed the impossible. Your knowledge of the world around you and the way you see beauty in everything was refreshing.

For that reason, Renjun would want to keep you as his little secret, it scared him to think that there were people out there who could win your heart over. At the time he would have been so concerned, worried that you would dismiss him to fall for someone else.

You are artistic and a treat to him, you charm him more than you think with your poise and intelligence and your musical talent. If he didn’t know how to play the piano or the saxophone, he would ask you if there was a chance of you becoming his very own teacher. And if he was that hopeless, he would sit back and watch you take centre stage.

This brings me to another aspect of your relationship, Renjun’s guilty pleasure is being the centre of attention. He loves to add his charm and wit to whatever situation he is in, so obviously the two of you make quite the pair.

You actually make such a good pairing that one could mistake it for the two of you being very good friends.

He may seem somewhat artificial with his love of being appreciated but he really isn’t. He is another person who takes great interest in deep connections, you may find that he seems to constantly question you and press you for answers, but he really just wants to see every part of you just so he can silently appreciate your internal beauty.

#kpop ships #kpop matchups #nct dream #overall ships #autumn aesthetic #dark academia energy

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years ago

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Hearts behind bars

Pairing: inmate!Ransom Drysdale x psychologist!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following contains: Explicit smut, fluff/angst, prison therapy, developing feelings, spoilers to movie, touch-starved!Ransom, soft!Ransom, redeemed!Ransom, cuddling, make out sessions, unprotected sex.

Summary: your new job as a psychologist at a men’s prison goes better than you first excepted. All of your clients are well behaved, - particularly one gentleman being the infamous murderer of his grandfather’s housekeeper - Ransom Drysdale. The two of you become a little too fond of each other, and Ransom catches feelings for you. How do you manage this forbidden relationship?

Second person POV

Ransom couldn’t believe his eyes when it caught his new appointed psychologist. He had heard the rumors from the other inmates, but he didn’t think they were true.

The new psychologist was a woman. A pretty one at that, Ransom thought.

As the two guards led him to where he would sit, he scanned her form with interest. Her eyes had only met him once to see who was at the door, but otherwise she was preoccupied with organizing her papers.

When he was seated across with the long table separating them, the guards removed his cuffs and left the room, leaving the two alone to start their session.

“Hello, Hugh Ransom Drysdale. My name’s Y/N L/N. I will be your new psychologist for who knows how long.” You informed him simply.

“Call me Ransom. It’s my preferred name.” Ransom said unbothered, and you nodded acknowledgingly. “How come they sent in a woman? Isn’t that a bold move?” Ransom asked with a raised eyebrow.

Though it was a non-specific statement in question, you knew what he meant. You knew it wasn’t the safest to be working at a men’s prison, considering most of them had stayed behind bars for years and would probably risk it all to have a feel of you given the chance. You were aware of the risks, but you were promised high security as there were no other male let along female psychologists who were willing to take the job.

You served in the military for two years prior to your education, and had a few hand to hand combat experience which boosted your confidence on being able to take care of yourself. Your new clients didn’t give off threatening behavior either, especially Ransom, who quietly and calmly sat on his chair, waiting for your response.

You shrugged, “Maybe, but I entrust they only send in the men who are deemed safe in my presence, hence why you’re not in handcuffs. I’ll also have you know I have an alarm under the table and I won’t hesitate to push it if I feel threatened. You have only had good behavior written off ever since you got arrested and imprisoned last year though. Aren’t you tempted in the slightest to be troublesome?” You asked curiously, as you held the pen ready to write.

“No. I might be an evicted murderer but I’m not tempted to put myself on the same level as these knuckleheads. There’s nothing to gain around here. It’s more rewarding staying low than starting a scene and becoming a punching bag.” Ransom answered thoroughly.

“I see.” You nodded and wrote more notes. “Something tells me you’re good at keeping your emotions in check then. Most inmates start fights out of frustration and pent up anger. Would you say my judgement about you aligns the truth?”

“I suppose so.” He answered, shortly this time.

“And how do you find yourself in an environment like this? You come from a high class family. It must have been a drastic change.” You stated in question.

“For sure. It fucking sucks having to eat literal dog food every day and sleeping on hard mattresses. The least they can do is serve alcohol to make it bearable but…I guess we deserve it.” He shrugged with a sigh.

“Care to elaborate?” You asked softly.

“I mean, it’s a given we aren’t rewarded of having a comfortable stay while serving our time here. I broke the law by doing a hideous crime. An unforgivable one. It’s really the bare minimum that I have to bear sleepless nights and work shifts of cleaning the place for taking a life. Hell, I should be thankful I’m alive considering not all states have removed the death penalty.” Ransom snorted the last part, though you hinted a nervous undertone to that statement.

You hummed as you wrote his words, and met his eyes again. “This state is way past keeping the moral of ‘an eye for an eye’, Ransom. While it’s subjective, I’d like to think most people deserve a second chance. That’s what I’m here for anyway.”

Ransom’s eyes never darted anywhere else but on you, and he found himself loosing his breath each time you looked up at him. Something told him this would be the beginning of a good companionship. At least he somewhat hoped for it.

“Good to know.” He replied.

A month into your sessions turned out as well as it could ever be. Ransom impressed you with his reflections and open mindset, - which was contrast to his prior behavior from when he was first imprisoned. He had admitted that he used to be a money hungry fool who was blinded by greed and followed through with his terrible actions, and how he deeply regrets it knowing there were so many things he could have done instead that wouldn’t have come in any harms’ way.

Sometimes you would bring in questions to know him better, - to take a break from the ones that needed a lot of pondering. The more you learned about him, the more personified the sessions became. Ransom would come with questions of his own too, though you rarely gave him a straight answer as it was not appropriate for your line of work.

“I wanna know something. How many clients do you have anyway?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t see how that’s any of your concern, Ransom.”

He chuckled lowly, “I’m just curious. Do you treat all of them as generously as with me? I find it hard to believe you give all of your clients sweets. You have been giving me biscoff cookies ever since I told you they are my favorite. Am I special perhaps?” Ransom asked with a proud smirk on his lips as he took another piece from the box.

You shrugged, “Maybe it has something to do with how I’m purposefully trying to put you in a better mood by giving a piece of something you enjoy, - But I’ll leave that to your imagination, Drysdale.” You said with a cheeky smile.

He was rather amused with your response. Ransom very much appreciated the room you provided for humor in your sessions as it was a moment of escape for him. A moment to forget that this was merely a check up of his mental state which could potentially make him leave prison as he was sentenced with the chance of parole.

Ransom looked more forward to your sessions as he grew fond of you. He found you to be so endearing and sweet, he was surprised to learn you were single through a subtle clue.

He liked to think you found him charming as well. He liked to see your face quirk up a smile or a grin at his flirtatious jokes and mannerism. While Ransom still made snarky comments in his head and was a little judgemental, he thought it was so rewarding to show you his highest respect.

It wasn’t just to please you, but also because he believed you deserved nothing but respect as you respected him. For once, he had learned of how it is to have mutual respect with another individual.

It would soon be a half year anniversary with you as Ransom’s psychologist, and it was around that time that you were given a notice that you would be leaving for a women’s prison in another district as a male psychologist had applied for your current job. You felt a little down about it as you generally didn’t think it was a good decision to keep on switching psychologists as it could ruin the progression for some of the inmates, but you digressed. For your own safety, you were told not to announce to the inmates about when it would be your last session.

When you had your last therapy session with Ransom and the time was coming to an end, you noticed he was off edge, but you didn’t question it as there was no more time for further conversation.

“Well you have a good day, Ransom. It was a pleasure talking with you like always.” You said with a smile and fingers folded on the table.

He looked up and with knitted eyebrows of concern, he asked, “You will come back next week, right?”

You gave him a confused frown. “Why do you ask that?”

Ransom swallowed before he said, “I heard rumors that you were moving your workplace somewhere else. Is that true?”

That made your stomach drop as you realized the word had somehow gotten out. You had hoped to leave him with no feelings hurt, but even for you it was hard. This was a job for God’s sake. It wasn’t appropriate to have caught fondness over an inmate, - a murderer. Yet here you were.

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that question, Ransom.” You told him apologetically. “But know that I’m very proud of you. You’re a good man who deserves a second chance in society considering how well you have reflected your previous actions and shown remorse for what you did. I only wish you the best once you get back to the real world and start over again.” You said and gave him a timid smile. You knew you probably shouldn’t have said all that, but you couldn’t help it.

“Shit, it must be true then for you to be saying shit like that.” He cursed himself. “Y/N, listen, - I know it’s out of line to be asking this, but I beg of you, - give me a chance to prove we could be more. I don’t want you to get out of my life completely. You mean more to me than you think and I know you have only been doing your job but I genuinely feel a connection between the two of us. If you could at least visit me once a month or call me, I -!”

Just then, the two guards came in as time was up. Ransom didn’t bother to look behind him, his eyes remaining on you as his teeth grit from annoyance and frustration. While it was tempting for him to run up to you just so he could have his hand caress your cheek, your shoulder, - anything, he knew it wouldn’t make up for much. It was too late to reconsider anyway as the guards had put the cuffs back on.

You told him a final farewell while he was escorted out, and you gave another guard a report of Ransom’s behavior in the duration of your therapy sessions and a book that would be given to Ransom on your way out. It was a book about meditation and how to keep calm when times were rough. You had one for every client, but it was important that Ransom was given this specific book written with his name on it.

Narrator’s POV

Ransom was brought back to his cell feeling hopeless as he was reminded once again of how powerless he was in this place. He lied down on the bed, trying to find comfort in resting his head on the flat pillow as he thought of her.

He had found something, - no, someone to look forward of meeting with, and she was now leaving to wherever and moving on with her life while he was stuck being where he had been from the beginning prior to meeting her.

If only we could have met differently. If only she was in my life earlier so I could have had her outside of this horrendous place.

A few knocks from the cell door shifted his attention, and he saw the mail slot opening with a thin package sliding through and landing on the floor.

He walked over and picked it up, opening the outer packaging layer to be revealed it was a book with the title ‘the calm workbook’. He wanted to scoff as he internally found it ridiculous to be handed something like this, but he retracted himself when he saw a piece of paper slipping out. He picked it up and discovered it was a note of a phone number with Y/N’s initials written over it.

“Oh, thank God…” Ransom muttered under his breath with huge relief.

She wouldn’t be completely out of my life after all, he thought.

A week later would confirm Y/N had indeed been replaced by yet another male psychologist. Ransom couldn’t help but hold a grudge to the man when he had his first session with him, but he knew better not to show a fit as it could damage his behavioral points.

On the weekends, Ransom was allowed to make phone calls between 8-11 AM. He had previously used that privilege to call his mother and father once in a while, but they had slowly stopped being on speaking terms. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary as they had barely given him any attention since he was born anyway. The more he spent time in prison though, the more lonely he felt about it.

Ransom had memorized Y/N’s number in his head and had thrown the paper away as he didn’t want to risk fellow inmates to get a hold of that paper and get her number too. He had learned inmates were some of the noisiest people on earth, but private phone calls were at least respected.

He dialed her number and called, hoping she wasn’t busy so they could talk for a bit.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Ransom…could I steal an hour of your time?” Ransom asked.

He could hear her audible sigh before she responded with; “Sure. How are you, Ransom?”

“Fine. Met the new psychologist last Wednesday. He’s alright, but I miss you a lot already.” He admitted.

“Oh? How much?”

“Probably more than you miss me.” He said while chuckling.

“So…where do you want to take this?” She suddenly asked, which made Ransom frown.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, - whatever ‘this’ is. You said you think we have a connection, and that you want us to be something more. Did you mean that?”

“Yeah, I do. I think I have seriously developed feelings for you, Y/N….and if those feelings are mutual, I would hope we would keep in touch. But it’s all up to you. I don’t want to pressure you into anything, or make you feel uncomfortable.”

Ransom was met with silence. He was about to check if you had hung up, but you finally spoke up again, confirming you hadn’t.

“How do you know those feelings are real? Plenty of men think with their dicks and fall deeply attached to the first woman they talk to since they entered prison.” She explained. “Or how do I know you’re not simply using me as an escape? An escape to forget where you are right now?”

Ransom shook his head to himself. “I know I’m not. I’m not good at describing my feelings, - Never have. But you need to believe me when I say I’ve never felt like this to any other woman before. Ever. Maybe it’s because of the given circumstances, but you are the first person to treat me like I’m human as well. That I’m not just a spoiled, trust fund brat of a murderer who has no heart. Maybe I did have a heart of ice when I did what I did but after everything I’ve been through and meeting you, I certainly feel something, and I honestly can’t stop thinking about you because of it. That must mean something, right?”

When Ransom paused, another silence was due, and he started to feel pathetic.

“I know it’s fucking dull. I mean, who would want a relationship with an inmate? That usually never works out.” Ransom laughed, though it was strained. “I hear about it all the time from the other inmates about how their relationships ends. My expectations are low, - but not non-existent. You make me feel hopeful that I’ll turn out fine once I get out of here. And even if you aren’t interested in me that way, I could really use a friend. Please give me a chance.” Ransom pled, for what would probably be counted as the second time in his life.

“Okay, fine. I will, but only because you asked so nicely.” He could hear her teasing from her voice, and he snickered while also feeling relieved you were giving him a shot.

“For you I’ll beg all day, sweetheart.” He returned the smug-ish tone.

Second person POV

Every Saturday 09-10:00 AM and Sunday 11-12:00 AM, Ransom would call you and you would talk about all kinds of things. Since you weren’t his psychologist anymore, you allowed yourself to talk about your personal life too as Ransom had longed to know more about you. Ransom was never really a listener, but with you he could hear you talk for hours about how you’re thinking of getting new flowers and which ones you’re considering on getting.

Meanwhile, he would update you about his status. He was told he would be released on parole by his 2 year mark of being in prison. He could thank his lawyer and parents for shortening his sentence, but you being the sweet person you were told him he should credit himself too.

He absolutely adored you for how you uplifted his spirit. It was refreshing to say the least.

You were in the midst of giving him a compliment once, and Ransom was just about to loose it with how fuzzy and warm he was feeling. The genuine praises coming from you didn’t give him an ego boost like it probably would’ve the year before he went to prison. It was filling the void of which he didn’t know could be filled of feeling appreciated.

“Are you trying to make me blush, darling? Because fucking hell…” he muttered, while palming his cheek.

“I’m not! I’m just saying. You really know how to keep your hair styled so neatly while being in prison.” You said through a giggle.

He laughed at that, and combed his strands back with the use of his fingers out of habit. Suddenly a thought came to his mind which he had been meaning to talk about, but would always forget as it was easy to when you were beginning your conversations.

“Hey, I was wondering…do you still want us to meet in person when I get out?”

“…Would there be a problem if we met in person?” You asked curiously.

“No, I just…- I don’t want you to be scared of me. I wouldn’t judge you if you were, but we should maybe maintain calling each other then. I wouldn’t mind. Though I’m not going to lie, I really want to wrap my arms around you.” Ransom admitted slyly.

“You mean as in giving me a hug or…are you insinuating something else?” You suggestively asked.

Ransom liked where this was going.

“It can mean whatever you think it means, darling.” Ransom purred. “I’ve been told my fingers and tongue work like magic, and I’d be more than willing to show you. I’ll treat you real good once we’re together again.”

You bit your lip shamelessly on the other side of the line. “I like the sound of that. Frighten me some more about your sex skills and I might just return the favor. You’ve been nothing but good after all.”

“Oh, but I might just turn naughty when you let me put your hands on you.” He said. “Fuck, I’m going to get hard and I don’t want to get picked on by these fuckers. My dick is that big you know. Can’t go unnoticed.” Ransom half joked. But not really.

“Ah, I see. I suppose you won’t be hearing my moans as I touch myself then. You really put me in the mood but I don’t want to get you in trouble. Your time is up soon anyway so guess I should hang up. Talk to you later.”

“Wait, no. - Let me hear you for a bit -!” The line was hung up, and Ransom put the phone down with a whine. “What a tease…” he muttered.

The exchange of calls went on for another few months, and by the anniversary of what would be Ransom’s two years in prison, he was let out on parole for his excellent behavior and reflection of his actions by the report from the therapy sessions.

Ransom was relieved to know you hadn’t moved out of state. He was only allowed within the state for the time being, and he wouldn’t want to get in any more trouble by breaking that rule for you as it would only separate the two of you for longer.

He tapped in the address to your house on his phone which you had given to him a week prior to him settling in again. His parents had managed to keep his Beamer, clothes and personal items but they had to sell his house due to lack of affordability. Marta had been kind enough to give financial support to every Thrombey member out of pity, but not enough to maintain the luxurious life they once lived in.

Ransom moved into a small apartment. He was surprised at how decently furnished and modern it was, so he didn’t mind the tight space. He expected he would be missing his old house, but somehow he was content with where he was. He would be placed to work at a packaging corporation in a week from now on, and he really wanted to meet you first before he would have to primarily focus on his job.

He wore his finest clothes and drove his way to your place which was an hour away. Nervousness began to settle in his nerves but he shook it off as he reminded himself of how well you have been together all this time. It would soon be a year of knowing each other, and he was close to admit you had made it a lot less miserable compared to his first year in prison.

When Ransom pulled over to your house, he took a deep breath before leaving his car and picking up the flowers he kept in his back seat. He walked over to the front door and rang the doorbell, his excitement over the roof when he saw your shadow through the small glass window on the door.

You opened the door and greeted him with warmth, welcoming him right away into your house.

“Aww, you shouldn’t have! These are beautiful.” You marveled at the orchids he had given you. “You smell great by the way. Was cologne one of the first things you bought when you got out?” You joked.

He laughed and shook his head, “Funny, but no. I had many of them from before. Used to collect bottles from Clive Christian’s because I liked smelling rich.”

“You smell rich for sure. I like it.” You complimented with that smile that always made him feel all kinds of wonderful things.

You had made dinner for the two of you, making a classic homemade lasagne. Ransom savored the taste for each bite, closing his eyes as he was reminded that good food did exist and was finally accessible again unlike what was served in the prison cafeteria. You giggled when he complimented your dish, saying it’s the best lasagne he has ever tasted, - even better than at those 5-star restaurants he used to eat at when he felt like spending a lot of money.

In the end, you watched TV together on the couch. You updated him about the latest events in town, and what’s been going on around the world. Ransom kept his distance, but you made sure he wasn’t too drawn away from you. You had made it clear you weren’t scared of him, but Ransom had doubts of which he first wanted to prove to you he was harmless.

Overall you would say you had gotten used to each other’s presence rather quickly and it hadn’t even been a day of hanging out. Later when it got dark, you decided to settle on watching something entertaining. 20 minutes into watching a late night show, and you felt as if something was off. Ransom hadn’t opened his mouth once in the duration of watching it, and he was usually a big talker. You had expected him to be talking about his first days of being out too, but he had barely opened about anything of it.

“Are you okay, Ransom? You’ve been rather quiet…do you want to talk about something?” You asked, with a voice of concern.

“Nothing in particular, no.” Ransom denied, not looking away from the screen as he answered.

“You sure? Because I can tell you’re anxious from the way you’re straightening your shirt all the time…”

You had caught him this time. There was no way he could outsmart a woman such as yourself, - being a psychologist and all.

He sighed and looked down at his feet with his hands folded together, contemplating if he should even say anything.

“I met my parents the other day for the first time in two years without a glass wall separating us, and they didn’t spare me as much as a hug or a greeting of welcoming me back…..it has been bothering me since and I don’t know why.” Ransom told you, still maintaining his eyes on the screen to not threaten the tears that were ready to spill from his glossy eyes. Ransom hated showing vulnerability, even when he knew you were the last person who would judge him. He just couldn’t stand it.

Your eyes frowned with sorrow when it clicked in your head why it could be bothering him. He was in need of physical affection and support. You had to guess he hadn’t gotten as much as a hug or a pat on his shoulder for who knows how long. You were aware he had a rough childhood of being neglected by his parents by all the things he had told you during your therapy sessions, so there was no surprise he was mentally wounded.

“Ransom, I’m so sorry to hear that….” you said in a whisper as you scooted closer and took him into your embrace. He stiffened at your gesture, but soon enough melted into you, using your blouse to quickly wipe his tears away as he wrapped his arms around you. You put your feet up from the ground and laid down on the couch, bringing him with you to lean his head on your chest while you used your hand to stroke his scalp. His well-styled hair was getting messy when you used your fingers to rake through his hair strands, but he didn’t mind at all. You could be cutting his hair for all he cared, - nothing could beat you fulfilling his need of having physical attention and care.

Ransom was definitely touch starved. He had once dreamed of being held like this by you. Your words gave him comfort, and he had only imagined how comforting it must be to be within your grasp.

It was a thousand times better than he had imagined.

“Somehow I feel like I’ve known you forever. I wish I did. Maybe then things would be different. I would be different.” He specified and sniffled once.

While it was an interesting hypnosis, you weren’t sure if you could agree. “It’s not worth thinking of how things could have been if a certain person was in your life. What changes us for the better is learning through our mistakes, Ransom. Sure, you didn’t have to do what you did but your remorse and regret shows development in your character.” You put it.

“You might be right on that one...” Ransom muttered as he lifted his head up and looked into your eyes through his eyelashes. An arousing tension between you was rising as you looked into each other’s souls, internally concluding something;

All of this was so right.

You didn’t even hesitate as you put your lips on his, as if you have been waiting for this very moment for so long. Ransom payed no mind as he has longed for you to make the first move, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. Ransom rose up from your chest and hovered above you as he opened his mouth to give your tongue some access. Your tongues tangled together, dancing as moans and hums slipped out of each other’s mouths.

“Moan for me some more…it’s like fucking music to my ears..” Ransom whispered seductively into your ear and put his hand on your crotch, stroking there gently. You whined at the feeling of his touch and instinctively bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel him some more.

“Ransom, please…just fuck me. I can’t wait anymore…please put your cock inside of me.” You whimpered, lust pooling in your panties.

“Don’t even need to prep you, huh? If you insist..” he leaned into your ear once more and whispered, “..since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

He rose up and unbuckled his belt and trousers, the outline of his cock revealed through the huge bulge. You bit your lip excitedly, already knowing he was big like he had once teased about.

You almost gasped when he revealed his cock, standing with pride as it twitched for your attention. You reached out to give him a few strokes, which made him dip his head back with pleasure as it had been a while since someone put his hands on him.

“Fuck,…you waste no time, do you? I love that about you. Feisty woman you are, - so ready to be thoroughly fucked…” he groaned.

You took off your blouse and unbuttoned your jeans, but Ransom did the rest of dragging it off of you and removing your panties. You spread your legs, your pussy lips opening and showing him a front view of your heating core. He had to give it a feel and put a finger in you to which made you cry out a moan. He licked his lips when he saw all the wetness that had already gathered from your little make out session.

“Such a pretty pussy…I’ll be between your legs one day and eat you out for hours. Mark my words.” He removed his finger from your cunt and licked your juices off, savoring the taste with a moan.

“Stop talking and fuck me, you tease.” You whined with frustration.

He chuckled lowly and positioned himself, “M’just teasing you back for all the times you teased me over the phone, baby…but don’t worry, darling. You’ll get it now, because frankly I can’t wait myself..”

He inserted the tip carefully and pushed in while placing his hands on your sides for balance. His teeth gritted as he moaned at the tight fit.

“Fuck! Pussy’s squeezing me good…” he groaned. Your eyes hollowed as you felt the fullness of his girth entering you, stretching you to maximum elasticity.

Your legs wrapped around Ransom, trapping him in your hold as he began to thrust with his hips. His breath tickled your neck as he rested his face by the crook, his nose inhaling your perfume from which he recognized as a lingering smell back when you had your sessions. He had grown addicted to it.

“I want to take you out for dinner…Maybe we could even go out for a picnic, or have a movie night. Whatever people do on dates these days, - I’ll do whatever, - aah~ - b-because I want to spend more time with you and I want to treat you good like all the times you treated me…oh, shit!” Ransom rambled as he shut his eyes and pounded inside of you, his body sinking from holding up for so long, making his chest rest on your breasts.

Your toes curled with your stomach being filled with swirling butterflies. Never did you think you would fall so deeply in love for an inmate in your life, but here you were, his cock deep inside, nudging against your cervix as he rambled about how he wanted to be with you and continue this relationship.

“Oooh, fuck yes!” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt like you were going to burst from pleasure. His balls slapped your ass with each thrust, and his nibbling at your neck didn’t put you further away from ecstasy. Your body sunk into the cushions as he hammered into you.

“I wanna cum! Please cum inside of me, Ransom. Put it all inside of me, - aaahh!!” You howled a moan as your juices oozed out, causing Ransom to reach his peak and release his spend.

“Milk me, baby…there you go, just like that…” he breathed out as he kissed your cheek.

He panted heavily while he kept still, not wanting to make sudden movements. He was sensitive from having sex for the first time for so long, and he also wanted to be considerate over your sensitiveness.

After a minute or two, he pulled out with his cum dripping out of your hole. He quickly gathered it and pushed it in again to not get it on the couch and for his own amusement. He chuckled when he heard you mewl, your cunt throbbing in response of having his finger invade your abused hole one last time for the night.

He then noticed your tired haze and asked if you were alright to which you muttered; “I feel amazing, I’m just really tired..”, before you drifted off to sleep.

He smiled at your sleeping form, cleaning himself up and putting your underwear back on. Lastly he gave your forehead a kiss and whispered, “Sleep well, princess.”

Ransom stayed the night at your place, sleeping beside you in bed. He woke up first, and looked at you as if you were a fine piece of art for a good 15 minutes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He greeted when he saw your eyes flickering open from a good night sleep.

“Good morning, handsome.” You rasped with a smile. “How did we end up here?”

“Picked you up and took us here because I thought it’d be more comfy. Hope you didn’t mind that I slept over, - I was too exhausted to drive back home…” Ransom explained, worry hinting in his voice that maybe it was out of place of him to have stayed without asking.

“It’s okay.” You chirped while stretching, trying to get out of your sleeping phase. You yawned and rose your upper body up, checking the time to see it was only 07:14 AM.

You turned back to Ransom to now see him staring at the wall right across. “What are you thinking about?” You asked curiously.

“Nothing. Just stuff.” He put it simply with a smile.

You laughed at how mysterious he was trying to make himself out to be. “Tell me about the ‘stuff’ you’re thinking about then. I want to hear it all.” You whispered, giving his cheek a kiss before you leaned the side of your body onto the bed.

He shrugged, resting his arms over with his hands supporting his head. “I’m just thinking of how glad I am that I was caught and put in prison. You were right with what you said yesterday. I wouldn’t be the person I am now, and I certainly wouldn’t have learned how to love someone. Meeting you is the best thing that could have happened to me.”

You didn’t take him that seriously at first, thinking he was being flattery. “Is that right?”

“Mhm.” He hummed positively. “Life has never felt so fucking good. Even with all the money and fortune I once had, I wouldn’t take it back in exchange of loosing you. The feeling of being loved and being in love is something so surreal, - I can’t even describe it.” He said with genuineness.

“I’m happy to hear you feel that way, Ransom. And I’m sure you’ll be happy to know I feel the same..” You purred and peppered him with kisses on his face out of appreciation for his word. He caught your lips with delight before resting his forehead against yours.

“I still remember you teased me about how your tongue and fingers work like magic…care to demonstrate?” You asked, your fingers raking across his chest as your nose nuzzled his.

He chuckled, his eyes full of lust as his hand moved under the sheets and found your abdomen, sneaking its way under your panties to be met by moisturizing heat. “Oh, it’ll be my pleasure..”

Note from author: I apologize for my absence, been having a rough time trying to write something. I finally managed to complete this after having it in my drafts for a while, - so yay!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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campyvillain · 3 years ago

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so i think i may know why we don’t see papyrus in deltarune

we all know by now that papyrus, at least physically, is mysteriously missing from anywhere in deltarune despite having being a key player in undertale. everyone else that was a main character is there and introduced as early as the first chapter. so where is he, exactly?

well, going by what sans says, he’s just “busy”. he still exists, he’s not dead or missing. he didn’t run away. he’s just at home busy, that’s all. but that begs the question. what is he busy doing? and why is sans so avoidant about the topic?

jumping away for a sec, throughout undertale we get hints that papyrus is more powerful than he lets on. like sans, papyrus has a lot of power, it’s just that he doesn’t show it in the same ways. undyne, the most powerful soldier, admits that he’s “pretty freakin’ tough”, and remember, this is coming from her. papyrus also has several anomalies going on with him - keep in mind, this guy has the power to levitate off the ground for seemingly no reason, so it’s safe to assume he possesses more abilities than the other monsters. during our fights with him, he appears weak because he doesn’t intent to hurt us - he just wants to capture us, so he holds back. and given the context that this is just a minuscule amount of what he’s capable of…what is the full scope of papyrus’ power? why doesn’t he move in his battle sprite, being the only enemy in undertale to do that? why does flowey need four vines to restrain him when the rest only need 2? why does he have little to no backstory when the rest have exposition in spades? what can he do, or more relevantly, what has he done that we’re incapable of knowing?

going back to deltarune and papyrus’ role in it - obviously things with the cast of undertale are shifted around, alphys is a teacher, there is no royal family, mettaton isnt a star, etc. but they all retain the same personality/character elements. there are no drastic changes in terms of their core beings, so naturally papyrus would be relatively the same - maybe he’s just an eccentric funny guy who likes to hang out at home. but papyrus is known to be very outgoing and extroverted and would drop anything to hang out with his friends - so him just staying at home and being an unknown to kris is really, REALLY weird. like, beyond weird. it just wouldn’t make sense for him to be so distant.

unless…what if he’s not actually at home?

what if he’s somewhere else?

what if he’s been going to the dark world?

PART 2: WHERE SHIT REALLY GETS CRAZY. LIKE REALLY FUCKING INSANE. LIKE HOLY SHIT

ok so: papyrus being in the dark world may sound like a stretch at first. of all places, why would he be there? he’s just an overworld npc. why him?

consider this. papyrus is a very aspirational character. he’s curious, and he has big dreams of becoming someone important. he wants his name to be known by everyone, and he makes that clear the second we meet him

we also know that papyrus’ ways of achieving his dreams are. incompetent at best. his desires of reaching success are way, way bigger than what he can realistically achieve. his plans blow up in his face, his puzzles don’t work, the like.

now, the dark world is a place where lightners are turned into their idealized selves. they have cool weapons, they have cool clothes, they get to be heroes - it’d be perfect for someone like papyrus, whose dreams of being a widely known savior likely wouldn’t be realized on the light world. but moreover, in the dark world, lightners can become who they’ve always wanted to be.

here’s the catch that really sells me on what i’m about to say.

in undertale, what is papyrus’ biggest dream? what is his ultimate goal? what does he want, more than anything else in the world, to have happen to him?

well, he wants to be in the royal guard. that’s the entire reason why he captures you, or tries to, in the first place. being in the royal guard would give papyrus everything he wants, adoration, the respect of others, the thrill of combat.

and what kind of soldiers does a royal guard have? what would papyrus be if he joined the royal guard?

royal guards have knights. so. papyrus would be a knight.

and in what other narrative has there been a lone knight with great importance, whose name is known by everyone, for better or worse?

the dark world. everyone in the dark world knows about the knight.

so going by that logic, if papyrus were to go in the dark world and have an established presence there - a place where you can become your ideal self - what would he become?

i’m sure you’re catching on to what i’m putting down by now.

and you may be wondering - if papyrus is the knight, why would papyrus do what the knight does? papyrus is a nice guy. papyrus cares for other people. papyrus wouldn’t just cause harm to others just to see what would happen, right?

well, there’s someone else in the dark world worth noting. someone that papyrus is implied to be affiliated with and know, or have known. someone who went missing. someone that papyrus is likely down there to find.

someone who could easily lead him into the dark.

and i just wanna say, now with this in mind, all that stuff about papyrus only reaching a fraction of his potential in undertale….sure does makes a lot more sense.

#HHHOOOLY SHIT #deltarune #undertale #long post

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squippy360 · 3 years ago

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Your Dark!Dom Steve story is way too hot, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Could you do something similar where it’s Anti-Hero Steve and Detective/Agent Reader?

Like, Reader is ordered to hunt down the infamous vigilante Steve Rogers, but keeps letting him go because he has a crush on his quarry. So Steve captures Reader and subjects him to hypnosis that makes him give himself completely to Steve. Reader becomes a totally submissive slut who loves being a Good Boy for his Daddy, and Steve breeds him constantly because he’s just that horny and dominant

I mixed it up a bit. I hope you don't mind. :)

Steve Rogers x Male reader x Brock Rumlow x Bucky Barnes

Cw:(dark! Steve and Brock, collars, choking, aphrodisiac, bondage, biting, kissing, foursome, Love circle.)

You were the hottest and smartest detective on your squad. You had been locking yourself in your room, working hard on this case you had been handed weeks ago. After the first frustrating week of not getting anything, you started burning yourself out, trying to get a weak point in this case. This certain vigilante was 'capturing you' but always let you go. It made you frustrated to find the reason why.

You finally hit a good spot and chased after it head on, alone of course. You thought you could finally end it all, put a nail on this file and finally put it away but of course, something changed drastically.

You were sneaking around an abandoned warehouse, overhearing that the Captain of HYDRA was going to be here. You felt something odd about it but decided to go anyway. You easily snuck past guards and security, the problem was finding the asshole. You reached a quiet room where he was standing right in the middle. I tilted my head in confusion and made sure there weren't any people around before quietly entering the room. In one swift motion I shut off the lights and raced towards him.

I collided with him in the dark, wrestling to get him onto the ground. Once I had him pinned down, another set of arms came from behind me and held me down. Multiple pairs of arms grabbed at my legs and torso, trying to keep me from struggling. I growled in a low voice and tried to squirm out of their grasp. A grunted when a needle was shoved into my neck. I struggled more but couldn't get loose. Eventually, I passed out.

(😈Timeskip😈)

I groaned as I came to. My vision was still blurry and I tried to move my arms. They wouldn't move and I looked around. I was in that stupid fucking machine. I growled as I glared up at a man with straps coming from his shoulders to form an 'x' on his chest. He had a leash in his hand. It was connected to a collar on a man with a left metal arm. He was on his knees, a muzzle attached to his mouth. He was nuzzling his face against the standing man's leg.

The 'x' guy grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Captain was right. You are a catch~ You'd make such a good boy for my Captain~" I tried to talk but I couldn't, something strapped around my mouth prevented me from talking.

I glared up at him. We all turned to the door and saw the 'Captain' walk in. I glared at him as he came closer. "We are going to have so much fun~" He purred and turned to the other 2. "Rumlow. Start the machine for me. I wanna play with the Asset while you train mine~" Steve purred.

A headset strapped on my head and restraints bolted around my arms and legs. My breathing hitched and I felt a shock go through my body. I let out a muffled scream.

(Another one [time skip])

After a forgotten amount of time, I finally felt the electricity slow in my body stop. I was now immobile as they stood over me, grinning sadistically. You stared up at them, vulnerable and scared. They seemed to enjoy this even more. Asset was rubbing his face against your leg now. The restraints let you go and 'x' pulled me up to him. My legs were weak and I clung onto him. He smirked and dropped me. I fell onto my knees and looked up at them, my eyes glossing over.

"He's all yours." Rumlow said. Steve nodded and pecked him on the lips. "Good boy~" He praised. Rumlow blushed and stood against the wall with the Asset. Steve pulled out a leash and collar. I voluntarily lifted my head and let him put the collar on. I whimpered through the muzzle as he put the leash on.

"Let's go to the training room~" Steve purred. He tugged the leash and I crawled along next to the asset. We got to a bedroom with a lot of 'toys' everywhere. Asset already knew what to do and waited for his masters after they locked the door. I whimpered when he nuzzled against me, pawing at my crotch. My body shivered as I looked at his hazy eyes. Steve pulled me and the asset up on the bed. "Brock, Get the lube. Bucky, be a good boy and don't move, you too M/n~" Steve rumbled in our ear. They both pulled away to get some stuff.

They got a set of dildos, a bottle of lube, plugs, collar tags, and a whip. He laid me down on my back and spread my legs. "I'm going to take both of your muzzles off. No biting and be nice." Steve scolded. We nodded as Brock and Steve took our muzzles off. Bucky immediately pulled me into a needy kiss. I moaned and kissed him back. "Such needy boys~" Brock rumbled. I moaned loudly when Bucky bit my lip.

Brock yanked my clothes off while Steve wrangled Bucky to get his own clothes off. I spread my legs as he tied my hands above my head. I stared up at him while he spread lube all around my ass. "Are you ready to be an obedient pet? Hm? To submit to your masters with one simple word? Speak." He growled.

I arched my back with a whine. "Yes, Masters! I submit! I submit!" I begged out. He bit his lip and smirked. He got a whip that was sitting with the other stuff. I gasped when Steve surprised me with a needle to my neck. "Master?! W-What was that?" I cried out. "Did I say you could speak?" He said with a dark voice and spanked me again.

I shook my head. "Just a little something to get you all worked up~" Steve hummed. He tied my legs up by my ankles. Bucky was placed on top of me. He eagerly pulled me into another kiss. I moaned into it loudly as I felt 2 fingers being pushed inside. Bucky moaned as well as Steve fingered his tight hole.

My legs began to shake slightly as Brock rubbed my prostate. Bucky bit my lip and went crazy on my neck. I groaned and nuzzled into Bucky's neck. "Go on, pet. Tell the asset how you feel~" Steve said, running his hand on my right thigh. "Asset!!! It's so good!!! Please, More!!! I want more kisses and bites!!! Please use me!!!" I cried out.

Steve slapped Bucky's ass and I moaned when I felt him bite down a bit harder. "I think they're ready, Sir." Brock said to Steve. Steve smirked and tilted Brock's head up by his chin. "Good boy~" Steve purred and pulled him into a kiss, taking his wrists and cornering him on the wall. Me and Bucky looked back when we heard Brock moaning lightly. Our cocks were twitching at that and Bucky rutted against me. I looked into his eyes with a heated look. I felt my body spasm with pleasure and the liquid Steve shoved inside my neck kicked in.

"C'mon, good boy~ Let's get your reward~" Steve purred. I saw Steve pull out a powerful vibrating dildo. He lubed it quickly and shoved it into Bucky. Bucky screamed and thrusted against me. "Speak asset~" Steve hummed. "MASTER! PLEASE ME MASTERS! I'M BEGGING YOU! I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD!" Bucky keened.

I threw my head back and cried out when Brock's thick cock bucked into me. Steve watched us, leaning against the wall and slowly stroking his cock. Bucky pulled me into another harsh kiss. My whole body was burning and I felt so horny. I let out a desperate whine and kissed Bucky back. His metal arm came up and started choking me in a way that didn't hurt but felt really good.

"Speak, Pets." Steve breathed out. "S'good, Master!! I'm being so obedient for you, Masters!" Bucky cried out. "Please, Master! My body is so hot!! Pease fuck me, Master!!! Until I can't think!!!" I begged. Steve went to Brock and sensually grabbed his hips. He bent Brock onto Bucky and started fucking him. We were all moaning loudly. "Steve!!" Brock begged out, nuzzling into the nape of Bucky's neck. Bucky's eyes rolled into the back of his head and I felt him cum on our tummy.

Steve was pummeling into Brock. "You all are. So. Fucking. Obedient. I love all of you~" Steve growled and bit the nape of Brock's neck, thrusting a final time before cumming into him. I felt Brock cum inside of me and I screamed out, cumming onto me and Bucky's tummy. We all stopped moving, panting loudly. Bucky pulled his hand away from my neck. He pulled me into a much softer kiss. I kissed back, grinding up into him. Steve kissed his marking on Brock's neck, quietly praising him.

I whimpered when Brock pulled out of me and his cum leaked out. Bucky gasped quietly when the dildo was pulled out and replaced with a red gem plug. Steve pushed a black gem plug inside me so Brock's cum couldn't leak out anymore. They let my legs and arms go. They put a black and blue collar around my neck with the words 'Pet' on it. My face heated up at that and I smiled a bit. Bucky's collar had the word 'Asset' on it. He nuzzled into me again, resting on me.

"Such good pets~" They cooed as me and Bucky passed out.

Next up: Stucky x Male reader

#avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #x male reader #male reader #captain america x male reader #captain america #brock rumlow x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #crossbones #crossbones x male reader

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bnha-dumpster · 3 years ago

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Hear me out

Step-brother Shigaraki shoving a vibe in (male) reader during a dinner and Shigaraki is controlling the vibrator and then after dinner Shigaraki fucks the life out of Reader

i was gonna work on monster stuff but this is just *chef's kiss* i think i'm going down the road of a pseudo-incest kink whoops and laughs at myself as i add plot for no reason (also gives you guys a visual reference of the toy in the fic)

pairing: step-brother shigaraki x male reader content tags/warnings: dub-con, pseudo-incest, mild exhibitionism, choking, sex toys, degradation, mind break word count: 2.1k

Things around the household have changed drastically since your mother remarried. You love your mother and want her to be happy, but you feel that things have changed far too fast and far too much.

You had been told that your step-father wanted you to move in with him for two reasons. One; you don't have a job since you're attending university full-time and two; his house is pretty close to your university. You've seen his house from the outside and you can't deny the thought of living in such a large house is pleasant. It's a good deal. But if you had been told that your step-father has a shut-in son that lives with him before moving in, you might've reconsidered it.

Shigaraki is rude and has zero social skills. While you don't actually mind people that don't have social skills- it's often times not their fault- there's something about your step-brother that just unnerves you. You see him and alarm bells go off in your mind.

He likes to catch you off guard. Coming into your room to watch you, pinning you to surfaces, groping you, watching you shower- there's something really wrong with him.

"Tomu-"

You're trying to walk downstairs to go eat dinner with your mother and step-father. Trying, being the keyword. Shigaraki has you pinned to the wall once again. One of his hands is able to completely hold both your wrists- he's not even that much bigger than you! He's using his free hand to tug your sweatpants down to your knees. The pinning isn't exactly new, but he's never actually pulled your clothes off.

"I bought something for you. It's a little present for having such a cute brother." His voice makes you shudder, but the item he holds up next to your face makes you tense up. It's a brand new, probably expensive, sex toy.

"Tomura- hey- let's not-" You squirm and shake your head.

"Don't cause a fuss. Just let me do this, 'kay?"

The lube on the toy is your only saving grace as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and tries to put it on you. It doesn't work very well, the lubed up toy sliding against your limp cock a few times before Shigaraki growls lowly.

"I'm taking my hand off and I expect you to stay still." True to his word, the hand on your wrists disappears. If this were the first time he tried to do something like this, then you might've run away. But you've unfortunately learned through experience that your step-brother is far stronger than he seems. It's only because of your knowledge do you stay.

His hand is cold and calloused, an uncomfortable feeling against your skin. You grimace as he grabs your cock to slip the ring over it, making sure it’s snug against the base before he pushes the vibrating part of the toy into you. It doesn’t actually seem that bad until he turns the toy on.

“Shit-” You’re not oblivious to the toy’s function but you didn’t expect it to be so snug against that spot inside you. Shigaraki grabs you before your legs buckle, laughing at your state.

“Wow, you’re that sensitive?” He’s taunting you, making fun of you. “Is my little brother just a slut in disguise?”

Your pants are pulled up and a small slap is given to your ass. It brings a small yelp out of you, making you turn around to glare at him. He doesn’t seemed fazed by it. Instead, it spurs him on and you can feel him grind against your ass. Even through the fabric of both of your sweatpants, you can feel how hot and heavy his cock is. You can tell it’s thick and that’s barely hard.

A sliver of arousal makes itself known with a twitch of your cock. The realization makes you stand up straight and shove your step-brother away, adjusting your clothes to hide the erection beginning to strain underneath your pants.

It’s difficult to sit down at the dinner table and act normal. You give your mother a small smile as you squirm in your seat for a moment. The toy’s low vibration stimulating every part of you- the base of your cock being teased, vibrations going through your balls and taint, the dildo pressing snugly against your prostate- and it’s difficult to hold your composure.

“Are you okay, dear?” Your mother is looking at you with concern.

“O-oh, I’m alright, mom.” You force another smile.

“Go lay down after dinner, okay?”

You give a small nod before you start eating, not waiting for your step-brother to sit down. He’s probably snickering to himself and thinking of what he should do. The sudden increase of vibrations of the toy surprises you and you choke on a piece of food.

“Honey?”

“Don’t worry, he’s just a little out of it, right lil bro?” A large hand comes to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to look over your shoulder, Shigaraki stares down at you with a small smirk. You can see the small remote in his hand and you almost want to reach out and grab it. But that’d cause a scene- the last thing you want at the dinner table.

He slides into his seat, not bothering to eat. All he’s doing is staring at you and analyzing your reactions as he plays with the remote in his pocket.

“Yeah, j-just a little bit out of it.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Eating your dinner as fast as possible is your goal, hoping that this torture is only for the sake of humiliating you in front of your mother.

The vibrations of the toy change rapidly. It seems like Shigaraki’s just cycling through them for the first time, gauging your reactions as he does so. He’s trying to find the best setting for you right now, surely. The one that does you in is the low and slow pulsing of the toy.

He’s learning so much about you. You’re smart enough not to fight him physically but still have the guts to snap at him with your words. You prefer to be teased with a lack of stimulation rather than overstimulation. You won’t tell your mother about anything he does so she’ll stay happy. The best part... You’re easy to read.

Now that it’s been a few minutes of dealing with the toy, you’re settling down. It’s still uncomfortable, the low stimulation keeping your cock hard, but you’re able to eat your dinner for the most part. You’re eating quicker than normal just so this can end.

“Thanks for dinner, mom.” As you stand from the table, Shigaraki cycles through the toy quickly to put the vibrations at its most intense setting. You curl in on yourself and groan, facing contorting.

“Dear?”

You give her a reassuring smile despite the heat pooling in your stomach. As much as you want to leave the table, you’re not sure you can do it yourself. It seems to be part of your step-brother’s plan. He puts his arm under yours, holding you up to help you shuffle back upstairs.

“I’ll make sure he’s alright, don’t worry.”

They can’t see it, but you’re glaring at him as he helps you up. With him being the only reason you’re still standing however, that’s all you can manage to do. You hold onto his torso as he takes you up the stairs and opens the door of your room.

“You’re close, huh? You were about to cum in front of our parents, weren’t you?” Shigaraki throws you onto the floor of your room with a thud, using his foot to turn you onto your back. He stares down at you and steps on your cock, moving it back and forth.

“Alright little bro, cum for me.”

With a particularly large amount of pressure, almost painful, you tense and spurt ropes of cum inside your pants. A stain begins to seep into the fabric and Shigaraki looks down at you with a sneer. You’re squirming under his foot, the toy still vibrating aggressively inside you and around the base of your cock.

He picks you up by the hair and drags you to your bed, manhandling you so your face is against the comforter and your ass is in the air. He doesn’t even bother turning the toy off as he takes it out of you and slides your cock out of the ring. Your ass clenches around the air pathetically, teasing Shigaraki. Even with something inside you, stretching you out, your ass still looks tight and almost untouched. The only thing eluding to its use is the lube smeared around it.

You’re given no warning when your step-brother grabs your hips and slams his cock inside you. When did he take it out? You don’t know.

“Shiiiiiit- Do you know how tight you are?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Shigaraki begins to fuck you with abandon, thrusting into you with no care for your comfort. The stretch of his cock, how it reaches almost too deep inside you- it’s horribly uncomfortable. There’s a tinge of pleasure from the stretch of his cock pressing against your prostate almost constantly, but not much else.

His balls slap against your ass with every heavy thrust and the grip on your hips is bruising. You can feel his nails digging into the skin and you’re sure they’ll leave marks. He’s leaving reminders of this.

A hand leaves your hip to hold your limp cock, pumping it aggressively. The sudden stimulation is painful and you squirm.

“Now, now, little bro. Be a good slut for me and let me play with you.” Shigaraki sneers at the way you stop squirming at his words. “There... See, you’re a pathetic little slut for your big bro, aren’t you?”

You refuse to answer, only burying your face into the sheets to hide your humiliated tears. It’s not like it matters. He continues to pump your cock at a fast pace, enjoying the way your walls twitch and tighten because of it. Even if you’re not feeling anything, he is. Your pleasure is more of an afterthought, a bonus. Then your cock begins to twitch back to life.

“Seriously? You’re feeling good?” Shigaraki leans against you, biting your ear. “Getting off from your step bro treating you like a whore and fucking you? You really must be one if you like this.”

“I’m not!” You protest, turning to look at him. Tears are falling down your face, cheeks red from the embarrassment. “It’s your fault! You’re forcing my body to feel like this!”

Both of you know it’s a lie. You’re definitely enjoying it. As cute as your denial is to your step-brother, he isn’t in the mood for you being like this the whole time. He wants to have to shut you up so your parents won’t hear you begging for his cock.

With a bit of reluctance, he pulls out of you. You’re allowed a brief moment of confusion as he decides how he wants to position you. Once he decides, he flips you onto your back and hikes your legs over his shoulders. In this position, he rubs your cocks together. His is undeniably thicker than yours, but your length isn’t too drastically different. There’s only a few seconds of rutting them together before he lines his cock up with your ass and slams back in.

Much to his surprise and amusement, you let out a confused moan. The new position must feel good. Your face contorting into pleasure with a mix of self-disgust is beautiful to him.

“Little bro, come on. Just let yourself feel good.” His thrusts slow and he reaches for your neck. The grip on your throat is intense and you can feel yourself becoming lightheaded almost instantly. It’s an intense feeling that mixes with pleasure, clouding your senses.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen or just you giving up, but you begin to buck your hips against Shigaraki’s. Your jaw goes slack and your mouth is open, eyes rolling back into your head. The choking keeps you from making much noise so all you can let out are strangled groans.

“Finally. Let yourself go. Become my whore, my pathetic cumdump of a little brother. Just be my personal cock sleeve, yeah?”

The words go in one ear and out the other and you let out a string of agreements. Your back arches, cock twitching and covering your stomach in your own cum. It’s the sudden tightness around him that pushes Shigaraki over the edge. He stills inside you as deep as he can and cums, filling your ass. As he comes down from his high, he lets go of your throat.

“Good boy.” He smacks your face gently and chuckles at your lack of response. “Gone already? Come on, we’ve barely started.”

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