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cookiesupplier · 11 months ago

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Drain the blood out from your veins (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x Fem!Reader (Chris' Sister)

Summary: Vampire Ricky, back from tour with the band, continues his sexual relationship with Chris' little sister without her brother knowing.

cw: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, Dom/Sub leanings, blood, masturbation, vaginal fingering.

author note: unbetaed, readers beware lol, bit of an anon request so I hope you enjoy!

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @faceless-mirror

Tags are open for future fics, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my general list.

Ricky was strung out, and he just wanted to go home, sink his teeth into a feeder and gorge his fill. Living off donated blood bags while they were on tour was the most disgusting, and vile feeling in the entire damn world. The sacrifices he made for Chris. Sometimes, if he was lucky when he could, he could pull up one of the feeder chat rooms for the town they were in on an off-day and see if anyone was offering, with a non-disclosure agreement of course. It wasn’t that their fans didn’t know he was a vampire, they did, and they were very aware, but it was highly discouraged for any of them to throw themselves at him offering up their blood.

One too many times had he gotten vials of blood sent in the mail from devoted fans, offering him a taste in hopes that he might want to come and drink from them, personally. So it was made known that he wouldn’t. It was ridiculous really, the worst ones, the blood was turned and rotted by the time it got to him, and at best they remembered to preserve it for transport in the vial, and he knew, it would taste like nothing but the chemicals that had been used to do so if he even tasted a drop. He didn’t, why would he? That kind of obsession was not something he was ever going to touch.

Anyone he drank from that was not a dedicated personal feeder at home, signed a NDA.

There was one exception to the rule for Rick. One person he’d fed from in the past that was neither technically a personal feeder nor he had ever asked to sign an NDA.

He knew she wouldn’t say anything. He knew she wouldn’t tell a soul.

Her neck would be on the line as much as his, and not because of the fans, but because of her brother.

Y/N was Chris’ little sister.

Admitted, Chris would forgive her, he’d never forgive Rick. There was no way in hell that he’d forgive Rick for touching his little sister.

Half-sister technically, but sister just the same, and Ricky, couldn’t get her out of his system, and it would seem, she was no better with the way her eyes had been on him the moment he’d entered the bar with her brother, but they’d switched quickly over to Chris the moment he’d called y/n, a smile immediately flashing across her features for her brother as she ran over and threw herself into his arms. She’d not seen him in weeks, Ricky didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on him around his side as she hugged her brother.

They’d just gotten home from another stint on tour, and they would be home for a little bit, planning to work on some more music, and Ricky himself was strained from living of months off of blood bags. Sure, it might have been weeks since they’d been home, but months on tours, and barely a good bite here and there if he was lucky? He had thought about hiring a personal feeder for long tours, but the last time he tried, it give an intensely wrong impression, and she’d just gotten so attached when he got home.

He didn’t want that.

Especially when, when he was at home, he had other preferences in mind.

Ricky knew he shouldn’t, but Y/N was always on his mind.. Chris would kill him if he knew about the way he thought about his little sister, the things he thought about her.

He was not, well, there had been a time when he was not the most upstanding vampire there was. Chris wanting him to stay away from his little sister wasn’t without reason.. But did he listen? No.

Did she listen? No.

He did try to stay away from her at the bar, at least, he did try. Knowing that Chris was out the front with the other guys however, laughing, talking, with the chatter of all the other people the only noise that was keeping them hidden, it was just too tempting.. What she looked at him across the room while Chris was busy, her eyes meeting right before she slipped away, he smirked..

Following after a moment.. Throwing back his drink, before slipping right into the women’s bathroom, flicking the lock behind him.. It was easy to tell she was the only one in there, only one heartbeat.. Only one, hers.

Y/N was washing her hands in the basin, facing the mirror and Ricky’s already stormy blue eyes darkened at the sight of her in the reflection, moving behind her in a second, his arms either side of her on the counter, framing her in.

“Did you do what you were told?”

Breathing in her scent up the side of her neck slowly, god, she smelled divine, but that wasn’t the scent that he wanted just yet..

“Yes, Daddy.”

Smirking.. He’d given her very specific instructions of what she was supposed to do before she was to come tonight.. Admittedly, it was supposed to be for a treat for after, but he was impatient, and she was just being so alluring tonight, how could he resist. Not to mention, the mere thought of finding out if she’d behaved and actually done what he told her to, well, it was far too tempting.

“Mmmmm, I don’t know.. Maybe I should find out for myself.. What do you think, BabyGirl.. Should I?”

One of his hands was running up the insides of her legs, his fingers stroking up the bare skin of her thigh, she got that part right to start with,

“No tights, good girl.”

His voice a rasp as he smirked when he saw her face flush warm in the mirror, then as her fingers press harder to the counter in front of her, feeling the way she tried so hard not to squirm but her hips still shifted back against him ever so slightly. Tsking, he tilted his head forward to nip at the side of her neck with his blunt human teeth,

“Stay still.”

A whimper escaped her as his hand continued to travel up.. Until he came to the juncture of her thighs, and his fingers brushed along the lips of her pussy.. She was so wet already and she she whimpered when he denied her more, his hand slipping out from under her dress and lifting to lick the arousal from the very tips of his fingers.. A whine escaped her throat as she watched him in the reflection..

“Such a good girl.. How many did you have up there before you came inside?”

He told her.. She was to finger herself in the car before coming in, but not to cum, if she did, she would be allowed to again all night, and he wouldn’t touch her again, not once, before the next tour.. One orgasm for the price of many? That would be a no-brainer..

“Three, Daddy, please.. I’ll do anything you want. I need to cum so bad.”

Her thighs pressed together and he grinned at her in the reflection.

“Anything?”

She nodded eagerly to him.. He stepped back and patted the counter, up on the counter, face me.. All too eager, she didn’t even need to question him before she was hitching up her dress around her hips and was pulling her tiny frame up onto the counter. How she was Chris’ sister was beyond him, her miniature to Chris’ giant, but she was just a perfect size for Rick.. and fuck if he got his fill every time.

As much as he wanted to fuck her right now, and damn did he want to, it was too messy a clean up, and getting caught by Chris because y/n had his cum dripping down her thigh in the middle of the bar, really wasn’t on his agenda tonight.. That could wait until he got her back to her his apartment and he could take her apart properly. Have her come apart screaming on his cock.. He had another hunger to satisfy now.

Down on his knees before her, her his hands spreading her thighs wide, glancing up to her,

“You don’t cum unless I give you permission, and after I’ve had plenty to drink, understand?”

A whimper escaped her, but she nodded quickly, she knew what was coming, and it wasn’t the bite that was going to be the hard part ti endure, Ricky always like to push her right to the very edge of pleasure and pain.. That was the best part between them, while he fed.. Feeling her body shake under the assault of his fingers, his cock.. Whatever he was doing to her at the time..

His tongue traced up along the skin of her groin of her femoral artery, his favourite place to drink, and the most covert.. Who thought to look for bite marks there. Not to mention, Chris would notice if his sister suddenly started walking around with neck scarves all the time. As his fangs sank into her flesh, her blood pooling delicately onto his tongue, he was careful how he drank, clean, his thumb was rubbing over her clit, drawing a moan from her as two of his fingers pressed into her cunt.. Just as she had been earlier.

Oh, her blood was like pure nirvana on his tongue, she was always absolute perfection, nothing tasted like y/n.. Not her blood, or her pretty perfect pussy. He didn’t know which he liked better if he was being truthful, he could spend all day between her legs in one manner or another, his face covered in her, and he would be a happy man.. Already very dead, but a happy, happy man.

His fingers pumped inside of her as his thumb worked circles over the numb of her clit as her warm blood ran down his throat with each swallow he took. His tongue swirled at her skin with each pull from her vein and fuck.. but then he flicked at the sensitive nerves of her clit a bit hard when she started to squirm with a groan. Lifting his mouth from her skin with a gasp,

“Y/N,”

His voice holding a commanding rasp, looking down at him, her eyes met his with a whimper, her thighs shaking as she held them wide for him,

“You are being such a good girl. Now stay still. I’ve almost had my fill.”

He could have let her cum then, he could have, but he wanted to see how much longer she could last, he loved watching to see how far he could push her, see her walk to the very edge until she couldn’t take anymore.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her thighs pushed a little wider as she pushed herself to satisfy him, there we go, he knew she could do it, such a good girl. A lick of his tongue over the bite before his mouth returned to her beautiful silken skin and drew another pull of her blood. This time it earned a moan from her, he savoured not only the taste of her as her blood pulsed hot, running down his throat so perfectly, but the way she reached for him next.. Her fingers threading into his hair, pressing her fingertips against his scalp as she whimpered.

“Daddy, Daddy, please, I need to cum.”

She was close, so close, he could feel her thighs trembling as she fought to hold them,

“Please!”

The way she pleaded was utter perfection and with a last flick of his tongue, pressing it down hard enough to put pressure on the puncture to stem the flow of blood and seal the wound. Then as he stood up between her legs, his fingers that were buried deep in her cunt, curled to rub at her g-spot as he flicked at her clit as his lips came to hers, fangs scraping at her lips as she moaned,

“Cum for me BabyGirl, cum for Daddy like a good girl.”

All she needed was that little push over the edge, and she was falling. Her shriek as she orgasm smothered by his kiss, no, no they couldn’t let anyone outside here, No Chris, not any of the band, or the crew.. They might come find out what was happening, and find the locked door.. Best they didn’t investigate. Kissing her while he fucked her with his fingers through her orgasm, her whole body trembling with delight as she grasped onto him, panting against him as she did… he grinned when he finally started to hear her heartbeat slowly come down, her eyes starting to come back into focus..

“I’ve missed being able to make you fucking scream properly.”

If Chris killed him when he found out, so be it.

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ciginatree · 8 months ago

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This Place is Haunted - Ricky Olson x fem!reader

Summary: When a group of friends decide to perform a seance in one of the most haunted spots in eastern Pennsylvania, things take a dark, bloody turn.

Content warnings: language, gore, death, Ouija board/seance, mentions of sacrifice, murder, suicide, child death; fluff

Word Count: 5.4k

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long to finish! Thank you all for being so patient, it turned out a lot longer than I expected and took a long time to edit. Shout out to my sister for being my beta tester. Enjoy!

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.

Ricky POV

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say, breaking the silence in the van. At my feet is a backpack stuffed with flashlights, gloves, a first aid kit, candles, and to top it off: a Ouija board. I had dabbled in the paranormal before, I live in a haunted house for fuck’s sake, but I had never thought to take it this far. I mean, breaking and entering into the most taboo spot in this part of Pennsylvania? There’s no way in hell it can end well.

“Seriously, Rick? You’re gonna back out now? This was basically your idea,” Angelo groans.

“Yeah you literally won’t shut up about this place and how much you’ve been wanting to ‘check it out’,” Balz emphasizes with air quotes, momentarily taking his hand off the wheel.

“I didn’t mean I wanted to actually break into the place!”

“Whatever man it’s too late you’re not getting out of this van.”

I sigh, sinking into the seat of the car, accepting my fate. I look down at my watch: 11:13 pm. The only people out in this podunk town now are druggies and night shifters. Moving here from Seattle was a drastic change, a welcome one, but drastic nonetheless. I left my hometown to join the band a few months ago and I have to say, I got some nasty culture shock.

“Wait, why are we going to Chris’s? I thought he wasn’t coming,” I say as we turn onto the familiar street.

“He’s not. Y/N is,” Balz remarks smugly.

“What?!” Y/N has been helping out with some of the more local shows since before I joined the band, she’s Chris’s neighbor so we’ve gotten to know her pretty well outside the shows too. And it’s no secret to the band that I’ve developed a bit of a crush on her. I groan, dragging my hands down my face and slumping into the seat. Goddammit I really can’t back out now. Balz pulls into the driveway and honks twice. A few seconds pass before Y/N exits her house. She turns around and locks the door before bounding down the steps towards the van. She slides open the door and settles into the window seat to the left of me, giving a quick greeting.

“Oh Y/N, that seat belt is broken, you'll have to sit in the middle seat,” Balz says looking in the rearview mirror. Bullshit. I meet his gaze in the mirror, glaring at him briefly. I know exactly what he’s doing.

“Oh. Ok.” Y/N replies nonchalantly, sliding over into the seat next to me. I scoot over a bit so she has room to buckle. I meet her gaze, giving her a small smile before looking out the window. Balz pulls out of the driveway and starts heading down the backroads towards the abandoned house. I feel stiff. I can sense her right next to me, our knees practically touching. I try to keep my breathing steady to not give myself away. “So…what exactly is the story behind this house?”

“Why don’t you tell her Ricky? You’re the one who’s obsessed with the place,” Angelo jokes. My cheeks heat up a bit and I pull my lips into a tight line. I neutralize my expression and turn towards Y/N to respond.

“Long story short, a bunch of culty shit happened in the 1960s. Sacrifices, mania, suicide; that sort of thing,” I mutter out quickly.

“C’mon you can do better than that. Seriously, give me the details,” Y/N looks at me, eyes full of curiosity.

I sigh, exhaling through my nose. “The Banes family moved into the house in 1962, the house was newly built. Emily Banes, the mother, started getting into the occult and paranormal pretty soon after they moved in. She believed there was some sort of spirit in her house that she needed to please, she basically worshiped it. In ‘63 she gave birth to Henry, who was born with his limbs all twisted up. The doctors did their best to fix him, but it didn’t work too well. Emily believed that the defects were because the spirit was angry with her, but the truth is she took thalidomide during the pregnancy to help with morning sickness which caused a malformation of Henry’s skeletal structure. About a month after he was born, she ritualistically sacrificed him in the living room in an attempt to ‘please the spirit’. She buried him in the wall and claimed he died from the defects,” the car is dead silent now as I continue,.”Emily went manic, blaming her husband, Robert, for Henry’s death. She tore into the wallpaper and brick, ripping up her fingers trying to find her baby. The neighbors found her roaming the neighborhood at night muttering to herself and digging in their bushes. She ended up stabbing Robert 34 times in his sleep before tying an old curtain around her neck and jumping off the balcony that overlooks the front room. The house has been lived in a few times since then, but has been abandoned for decades. Rumor has it that if you light candles in the shape of a pentagram in the living room, close your eyes, and listen you’ll hear a baby shrieking faintly in the walls.”

The silence was thick in the car, suffocating as we drove over the gravel backroads. I bite my lip, pushing the lip ring with my tongue as I wait for someone to speak.

“Jesus,” Y/N finally breathes out. I look over and her eyes are wide with shock. “We’re seriously doing a Ouija board here in the middle of the night?” There’s more than a hint of fear in her voice.

“Don’t worry, Rick will protect you, won’t you Ricky?”

I roll my eyes at Angelo’s jab before turning my attention back to her. “Seriously though, it’ll be fine. I’ve got a pocket knife if things get tough.” I tap my pocket, smiling.

She chuckles, “Oh boy, ghosts watch out Ricky’s got a pocket knife.”

I laugh as the van slows to a stop. The run down house looms into view of the window. Taking a breath I grab the backpack in front of me before sliding the van door open and hopping onto the gravelly, dirt filled terrain.

***

Glass crunches under my feet as we enter the house. A curved staircase shadows the entryway, what’s left of the musty carpet hanging loosely on the wooden stairs. I follow to the right of the staircase, the grained wooden floor of the front room coming into view. It’s littered, the sharp odor of urine assaults my nose and my chest heaves. I bring the sleeve of my sweater to my face and cough into it, holding it there in a feeble attempt to mask the smell. “Oh my god, I can taste it,” I wheeze.

“Christ!” I swivel around in time to see Balz coughing and swatting frantically at a cobweb caught on his face. I laugh maniacally into my sleeve as he hacks up half his air supply. When he’s regained his composure I sweep my hand out in front of me, gesturing for him to lead the way. Shuddering, Balz smacks my arm out of his path glaring as he speed walks past me. I snicker, falling into step behind him with Y/N behind me, and Angelo bringing up the rear.

Dust sparkles in the rays of our flashlights, the wood protesting beneath us. I sweep my flashlight over the area, taking in the decay. Clink. I aim my flashlight down in front of me, searching for what I kicked. A slim cylinder, caught in a notch of the wooden floor. A needle. Like I said, druggies. I swipe it over to the wall with the toe of my shoe and continue into the room.

“Woah, is that…?” Y/N’s flashlight points up, the light bending off the ancient crystals of the chandelier. The broken light casts a speckled spotlight onto the twisted iron railing lining the balcony that overlooks the living room. The mangled railing leaves a gaping hole; a mouth filled with rotting iron teeth and a gruff wooden tongue. Mutilated shards of metal angle down the overhang, beckoning us to join it in death, just as Emily had.

“Yeah.” I say simply. I try not to imagine what her body would’ve looked like swinging below the chandelier. I slip the backpack off my shoulder with a jangling thud and crouch down to remove the supplies. Y/N brushes dirt and leaves away from the gear with the side of her shoe, taking a seat across from me. Legs crossed and hands folded under her chin she watches as I set up the seance. I pull out the candles and the Ouija board, furrowing my brow I rummage through the fabric. “Shit, I forgot a lighter.”

“Here,” Angelo paces back from the chipped wall he was inspecting, plunging his hand into his pocket to remove an old lighter. I take it from him, stowing it away in my hoodie.

“Thanks. Balz get over here!” Balz whips his head away from the dusty window and trods over to us. “Ok, here’s how this is going to work. We’re gonna set up a pentagram with the candles and us, the Ouija board, and the final candle will be in the center. Do not blow out any of the candles once we have started the seance, do not taunt the spirits, and absolutely do not end the session or remove your hand from the puck without saying goodbye. Or I will kill you. Got it?” Everyone murmurs some form of acknowledgement, looking around at each other. “Good. Everyone grab a candle and start setting up.”

The candles aren’t fancy, just small unscented tea candles found at the convenience store on Main Street. My back shivers and I take a breath as Y/N sets down the last point of the star. She, Balz, and Angelo rejoin me in the center as I unfold the board, placing the planchette in the center, and the final candle at the head of the panel. “Ok. Everyone turn off your flashlights.” Clicks echo throughout the room, and we are blanketed in an inky darkness. I stand up, withdrawing the lighter from my pocket and flick the metallic gear once, twice, the third time sparking a flame to life. Warmth dances across my fingertips and illuminates a burning orange under my face. I walk the perimeter of the star, igniting the candles one by one until the only one unlit is in the center of our little group. I tilt the flame, charring the pure wick of the final candle. Extinguishing the light in my hand I return the lighter to Angelo and cross my legs, filling the final gap on the sides of the Ouija board. Y/N sits fidgeting with the hem of her shirt to my left, Angelo to my right, and Balz across from me. I bring one knee up to my chest, folding the other beneath me. I grin in the lowlight. “Alright, let’s begin.”

Each person in the group places the first two fingers of their right hand on the planchette. We drag the puck along the perimeter of the board in three stalking circles, thinning the veil between worlds with each scrape of the cardboard. The planchette comes to rest in the center of the alphabet and I hesitate. “Shit, what are we even going to ask?”

“Probably should have thought of that before we started,” Balz hissed.

“Ok, ok just-” I sigh. “Hello?” Silence. I glance around, the flames stand still as unmoving soldiers. A lighthouse to whatever could be lurking here. I feel a chill skate along my back and I repress a shudder. A thud sounds from the back of the house and we whip our heads around, holding our breath. A small creak follows, then nothing. We all wait, turning back to stare at the unmoving puck expectantly. Nothing. “Must’ve been a rat or something. Somebody else try asking something.”

Y/N inhales, biting her lip before speaking. “Um, is… are there any spirits here? God I feel stupid.”

“You’re fine, let’s just wait a minute. See if something happens,” I tell her, eyes remaining fixed on the board. We wait, silent, for thirty seconds.

“Holy fuck!” Angelo panics suddenly. The planchette twitches, dragging itself with a scraping sigh along the board. “Is anyone moving it? Rick, are you moving it?”

“No, I’m not moving it! Now shut up!” The deformed heart shaped piece advances slowly towards the left of the board before coming to a rest. B. My heart is pounding in my ears, filling the silence between us all as the planchette resumes its movement. A. Another drag, quicker this time. B. One last scrape. Y.

“Baby?” Y/N whispers.

“Damn. Baby? Like the baby, like the one in the walls?” Angelo hisses.

“Are we talking to Emily Banes?” I ask, ignoring both Angelo and Y/N. The planchette moves swiftly across the board. My eyes widen, startled at how quickly it responded. It barely stops at each letter before jolting to the next one. D.E.A.T.H.

“It’s not even answering the damn questions!” Balz exclaims. The planchette hasn’t stopped moving as it spells out another word. D.E.C.A.Y.

The puck whips wildly as it spells, possessed by an unseen force. My fingers tingle as my arm jolts to accommodate the movements of the piece. S.H.I.F.T.

“Ricky, I don’t like this. I- I don’t feel good,” Y/N pants out next to me. 3. I turn my head to look at her. Fuck. Her face is flushed and strained, her head bobbing slightly as her eyelashes flutter. P.D.Q.L.Q. At this point it’s spewing letters faster than we can register. W.K.H.K.R.X.V.H.

“I’m calling it. We’re done.” I say shortly.

“Dude, we’ve only been doing this for like 5 minutes,” Angelo argues.

“I don’t fucking care, we’re done!” I shout across the board. “Circle the board three times and say goodbye.” But the second we try to move the planchette it plants itself in the center of the board. “What the fuck?” I push as hard as I can with my two fingers. The flames are flickering like flags in a hurricane, and the top point blows out and another creak sounds from behind us. I smack everyone’s hand off the planchette before curling my fingers around it and ripping it from the board. I stand up, hurling it across the room with a shout. It clatters into the wall before ricocheting and skidding across the floor. Momentary silence. Perplexed breathing huffing into the empty space.

“Now what?” Balz hesitantly asks. I look around at everyone, silently questioning.

“What if we explore the rest of the house?” Angelo proposes. I look at Y/N, raising my eyebrow slightly. The color has returned to her face, but she looks unsettled.

“Sure, might as well,” she shrugs her shoulders. Balz and Angelo move to blow out the rest of the candles, gathering up the Ouija board. I turn to her as they walk out of earshot.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to,” I don’t want her to feel pressured into doing this, but curiosity is sprouting steadily in me.

“Yeah I’ll be fine,” she gives a small half smile, but her eyes look uneasy. I nod warily, walking to the backpack to pack up the rest of the supplies. We decide to leave the candles where they are to cool off.

“What if we split up?” Balz suggests, side eyeing Angelo with a glimmer in his eyes that I don’t really like.

“Yeah, I’ll go with Balz, you two go upstairs and look around,” Angelo replies, grinning evilly. Figures.

“Sure, works for me. Everyone meet back at the candles in 30 minutes?” Everyone agrees, and I pull two flashlights out of the backpack. Angelo and Balz click their lights on and start walking towards the back of the house, down the corridor towards the kitchen, leaving me alone with Y/N. I hand a flashlight to her and tilt my head towards the staircase. “Let’s go.”

We make our way to the musty set of stairs together, the wood damp with rot. I take the lead in case any of the stairs give out. The planks creak and moan with every step of our feet on the curled carpet. When we reach the top I look out over the banister, pointing my flashlight down into the room and I sense Y/N step beside me as she peers down past my shoulder.

“Jesus, that’d be a nasty fall,” she mutters, “Shall we?” She sweeps her flashlight dramatically over to the end of the hallway.

My mouth twitches up in a half smile. “We shall,” I respond just as dramatically. We laugh, making our way to the last door of the hallway. I nudge it open with the end of my flashlight, coughing at the unsettled dust. It’s a bedroom. A metal framed bed sits in the left corner, opposite from a closet with sliding wooden doors. I walk over to the bed, inspecting the stained mattress that lays upon it. Crouching down, I direct my beam of light under the bed. I wrinkle my nose at the empty beer cans and stand up.

“Hey, Rick? Can I ask you something?” I turn towards where Y/N is inspecting the dirty, steel framed window.

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“Why’d you guys invite me?” I pause.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this kind of seems like a guy’s trip sort of thing, so why was I invited?” I bite my lip, toying with the ring as I try to think of what to say. I sigh, folding my arms and averting my eyes, a heavy knot forming in my stomach.

“Balz and Angelo think I have this… I dunno, a thing for you or something. So I think they invited you to try and get us to spend time together,” I mumble quickly, toying with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“A ‘thing’? What, like a crush?”

I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I stammer out a response. “I guess? I dunno, it was their idea.”

“Do you have a crush on me?” She takes a few steps towards me and I can feel the humiliation burning me alive. “Do you like me like that?”

I lift my eyes to look at her fully, expecting disgust written all over. However, she looks curious with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. I search her face before giving a small answering nod, nerves eating away at my stomach. Before I can say anything else she grasps the front of my sweater, crashing our lips together in a messy kiss. I inhale sharply before closing my eyes and leaning into her. My heart swells and beats like it’s trying to escape my chest and I bring one hand up to cup the back of her neck as the other snakes around her waist, pulling her into me. She tastes heavenly. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss as our lips move against each other softly. Finally, we break apart, gasping for air.

“I like you too,” she whispers. I break into a smile, huffing out a breathless laugh before pulling her back into me. I kiss her passionately, groaning at the soft noises she makes against my lips. I brush my tongue against her bottom lip, pushing it into her mouth when she parts them. She gasps and threads her fingers into my hair, tugging softly. I groan, squeezing her hip as I lick into her mouth and work my tongue against her own.

I stumble us both backwards until my calves hit the bed and I sit down, tugging her down beside me. Not caring about how filthy the mattress is, I wrap my arms around her again, dipping my head down to kiss and suck her neck. I caress just below her jaw, sucking and gnawing at the tender skin, reveling in the way she tilts her head back. I pull away, grinning, and in the moonlight streaking through the window I can see the forming mark. I rest my forehead against her own, massaging her cheek with my thumb. “Be mine? Please?”

She pecks my lips and I can feel her smile into the kiss. “Of course,” she chuckles lightly. I smile, pressing one last kiss to her cheek and sighing before checking my watch.

“Shit, it’s been almost half an hour we should get downstairs,” I clamber off the bed, grabbing my discarded flashlight. I take Y/N’s hand and lead her out the door when we hear a bloodcurdling scream. Balz. I freeze, squeezing her hand, and peer around the corner, praying to god that this was some sick prank he was pulling. Peering out I see a man, thin and tall dragging Balz by his ankle into the living room. There’s a dark trail following beneath his body and it’s then that I register the knife. Adrenaline shocks through me and runs my blood cold. I eye the front door gauging how fast we could get there. My head snaps back down to see the man on all fours, drooling, and scrambling for the staircase, Balz groaning on the floor long forgotten as he clambers right towards us. His hand hits the bottom step and I backpedal as fast I can, yanking a terrified Y/N with me back into the bedroom, making a beeline for the closet.

I slide the wooden door closed as quietly as I can. Circling one hand around Y/N’s mouth, and the other around her waist, I back us up into the closet as far as we can go. Moonlight bleeds in through the wooden slats and spills onto the floor before us. I can feel her hyperventilating against my palm and a lone tear drips onto my wrist. Without saying a word I turn her around and pull her into my chest, stroking her hair as I shush her gently.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry you got dragged into this. Baby, I need you to calm down, or he’ll hear us,” I whisper shakily into her temple. I try to remain calm for her sake, but I’m sure she can feel my heartbeat rapidly pounding in my chest. I can feel her near silent tears staining my neck as she bites down on my hoodie to muffle her breathing. I lower us down to a crouch, minimizing our appearance. Y/N clings to me harder, shaking, eyes shut tight against my neck. I keep one hand on the back of her head for comfort and bring the other to the pocket of my jeans, drawing out my pocket knife. I flip it open slowly, looking down to adjust my stance.

My heart drops and my breathing stutters to a halt. The moonlight is gone. My gaze trails up to see a bony figure, staring through the slats of the closed door. My grip tightens on Y/N’s head and I press her further into my neck. She tenses, holding her breath with me. A croaking, throaty chuckle rises into existence.

The motherfucker is laughing on the other side of the door. Deranged. That’s the only way to describe this corpse of a man. The laughing melds into a gurgling cough, the fit ending in a deep, guttural groan. “I know you took my baby,” he sing-songs in a hoarse moan. His gaze is at the wrong angle to be looking at us. He’s talking to the goddamn door itself. “You put him in the walls.” He giggles before giving a wet sniff. He trails his wet knife across the slats like a child playing a xylophone. A drop of blood oozes off the knife and in between the slats of the wood. Balz’s blood. It drops off the grain and dribbles next to my foot with a soft patter. I jerk my leg towards my body and stare at the crimson droplet in horror.

I snap my gaze back up in time to see the man slam his head into the doorframe, the force of it rattling the sliding doors. “I KNOW YOU TOOK MY BABY, GIVE ME BACK MY BABY,” he bellows, repeating each phrase with every bash of his head. Y/N jumps, gripping the back of my jacket so hard I think it might tear. Through the slats I can just make out the outline of a syringe sticking out from the crook in his arm. He cracks his skull against the wall once more before stumbling across the room to the window with a low groan. “Why’d you take my baby?” he sobs, before smashing his head through the glass with a shriek.

Now that he’s away from the door I jump up, bringing Y/N with me. She’s trembling, her eyes red from tears. “Ok, on the count of three I’m going to open the door, and we’re going to run like hell to the front door, got it?” Another crash followed by an unearthly howl and glass shards tinkling to the floor. She shakes her head frantically, eyes wide.

“No, no, no, no, no. He’s right there he’ll get us-”

“Hey, it’s ok I’ve got you, I promise,” I grasp her shoulders and plant a quick kiss to her forehead, sliding my hand down to clutch hers, the other one gripping my knife in front of me. “One… two… three!” I slide open the door and hurdle out of it, Y/N right behind me. I fling my arm out to turn the corner out of the room, when I’m suddenly wrenched backwards, Y/N’s hand leaving mine as I stumble. The force of it all sends the knife flying out of my hand and into the hallway. I whip around to see Y/N on the floor, the man gripping her by her hair. She cries out, sending elbows and fists backwards as she tries to regain her footing, but the man is just out of her reach.

“Get the fuck off her!” I shout, diving at the man. He yells, letting go of her to claw at me. I punch at his face blindly, landing any hit I can. “Y/N, go find Angelo!”

“What about you?”

“Go!” The word ends with a wheeze as a hit to the stomach knocks the wind out of me and I slump to the floor. The man starts after Y/N again and I scramble up, tackling him to the ground just outside the door. I look over to see her reaching the staircase before I’m hoisted up roughly by my arm. Up close, the man is more rancid than I could have previously thought. There are missing patches of hair, replaced by gummy scabs; his pupils are extremely dilated, the surrounding whites cracked with streaks of red. His lips are chapped and bleeding and his sallow face has numerous cuts from the glass he smashed himself through, the blood smeared across his puckered face.

He slams me into the wall and I gasp as my head rebounds off of it. He chuckles leaning in close to me and I can smell his putrid breath. He mumbles croaky nonsense into my face and I bring my knee up to his groin. He lets go of me with a grunt and I punch him again as he stumbles back towards the railing. I heave against him with a final shove and his foot slips, catching the empty air between the disconnected pieces of mangled iron. He tumbles backward over the edge and I feel myself lurch forward. He’s caught my wrist.

My heart falls to my stomach as my feet leave the ground. I lock eyes with the man as an iron bar catches him, sliding through his spine and out his stomach with a gurgling choke. But I don’t stop. I pass the iron bars and freefall over the banister and past the mouth that caught the man in its teeth. For a moment it’s peaceful. Until my head cracks against the floor and my entire body goes numb. My vision blurs and I can just barely see the man skewered above me, hanging like a repulsive, mounted beast. Like Emily.

I hear Y/N scream my name through the fuzzy haze before everything fades and I’m falling once again into darkness.

***

Beep

I slowly wake to the feel of sheets over me, a steady light beating down behind my eyelids. My head feels like it’s going to explode. I blink my eyes open, shutting them again quickly at the burning of the sterile white lights. I try again, blinking and squinting as my surroundings slowly come into focus. I could hear the steady beeping of machines, each short sound stabbing my skull like a knife. There’s a warm weight on my hand, and I anchor myself to it. I turn my head slowly, gasping sharply at the splitting pain. My whole body aches, I feel like I can’t move.

I pant from the effort it takes to turn my head, tilting my eyes down and I see her. Y/N. Her hand is wrapped around mine, her head resting on our conjoined hands. Her hair cascades down on the hospital bed, her breath fanning gently across my fingers. She doesn’t look hurt and my chest heaves a collapsing sigh in relief. I attempt to curl my fingers around her hand, but pain shoots through my arm the second I try to move it. I hiss in pain, dissolving into a coughing fit that feels like it’s going to tear me open. Y/N snaps her head up, standing to lean over me. The light blurs around her, giving an angelic effect I wish I could admire more, but the strain in my eyes prevents me.

“Hey,” she says softly. Her voice sounds tired, trembling slightly. “How… how are you feeling?”

“I feel like shit,” I rasp. She brushes a piece of hair back from my face.

“Yeah, falling from a balcony will do that for you,” she chuckles nervously. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for a while now. Um, they said you have a couple fractured ribs, most likely a concussion, and a hell of a lot of bruising. They gave you an IV and some pain meds,” she gestures to the needle sticking in my hand. She takes a shaky breath and her voice breaks as she talks. “Scared the fuck out of me, Ricky.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears starting to well in the corners of my eyes. I’m exhausted; mentally, physically, emotionally. I just want to go home. Y/N laughs shortly, sniffing wetly as she wipes the tears that fell from her own eyes, before brushing away the one that fell down my cheek.

“Don’t apologize, you saved my life.”

I gasp a stuttering breath as my eyes widen, muscles tensing. “Balz- oh my god what-”

“He’s ok. He’ll be ok.” She interrupts, placing a hand out to steady me. “He had to have surgery, so he’s recovering in a different room. Angelo’s alright too. I found him barely conscious and dazed in the kitchen before you fell. He’s a little beat up but there’s no sign of a concussion or other injury. He’s in the waiting room right now.” I slump back against the pillow, relieved once again. I take a deep breath and try not to think too hard about everything.

“Do you… need anything?” She asks quietly. My gaze darts to her lips before resettling on her eyes.

“Kiss me. Please,” I whisper desperately. “I just-” She cuts me off by softly pressing her lips to mine. I close my eyes and melt into her. Her cheeks are still wet from her tears and I wish I could move my arms enough to wipe them away. She squeezes my hand before pulling away just a bit, her lips brushing mine as she speaks.

“You can rest now, it’s ok. We’re all ok.” She kisses my cheek and sits back down in the chair she had pulled next to my bed. I can feel my eyes drifting and dozing as she takes my hand again, kissing each finger as I drift back to sleep. I squeeze her hand the best I can, knowing she’ll be here when I wake up.

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Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Thirty

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier, @faceless-mirror & @comforting-madness

Dividers by @samspenandsword @cafekitsune @saradika-graphics

Authors Note: And we hit 30 chapters! Still going strong!

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, violence, kidnapping, suicidal ideation, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Thirty

Vinny had woken up at her usual time, finishing the cake for Riyah’s breakfast, leaving a note it was for Riyah only. Then she headed down to open the shop with a smile on her lips, and a hopeful twinkle in her green eyes as she did.

Chris was happy to be up with Vinny, helping her in the café, feeling like himself. Everything felt like it was falling into place, and yet, at the same time, there was so much that could go sideways. It wasn’t his job anymore to consider the multitude of things that could go wrong, but he refused to put it all on Gwynn. Didn’t mean he wanted to tackle it all this morning, not when he had time with his mate. He was spending it helping her, carrying a rack of baked goods and sliding the muffins into the glass display case.

Noah was upstairs, snuggled up to Riyah where he had stayed the night, a soft sound as he nuzzled to the gargoyle hoping to wake him, he wanted to go downstairs… he could smell food. He could smell the coffee. Obviously, he was hungry, and so that meant one thing. Hungry, time for breakfast. Wake up Riyah. He butted his shoulder with his head again.

As the pair was up and preparing for the day, Riyah was still sound asleep. Worn out from yesterday, the gargoyle was curled up on one of the beds with Noah, and he had the small bobcat with him. At the small sound and nuzzle, he stirred a bit while he went to nuzzle him back, but was still asleep. Unaware that the younger male wants to go downstairs, and he groans softly, stretching with a yawn after the small headbutt to his shoulder.

“‘M awake…” Riyah drawled as he glanced at his friend and wrinkled up his nose at the smell of food. His brain cannot process what he's smelling, so it's… odd to him. Moving to sit up now, the gargoyle rubs his eyes with a yawn and then looks to Noah. “Let's get you something to eat, yeah?”

Noah vibrated as he purred, rubbing himself against Riyah as the gargoyle was waking up. Yes, yes food, he was already starving.

A quiet laugh left him, petting his friend for a moment before picking him up. “C'mon you walking bottomless pit,” Riyah quipped softly as he stood up with Noah and made his way down to the café with him. He was more awake now despite his head being a little foggy with sleep, but he now can breathe in easily without wanting to gag. Nonetheless, here he was down in the café with Noah and went to sit down.

Vinny smiled, touching Chris's shoulder. “Baby. Go ahead and pull out three yogurt parfaits, and a dozen muffins. I'm gonna make Riyah a smoothie and one for Noah.” she said warmly, kissing his cheek.

Nodding, “I’ll finish setting up the display.” Oh, Chris liked helping, however he could. He might not be able to do things, like having worked out how to use the machines Chenza used to make the smoothies and the coffees that she served people with, but he certainly liked helping however he could. Setting out the cakes and the muffins all fancy and decorative like, that was fun, and not something he would get to do normally. Noah, meanwhile, while he perked up at the idea of a smoothie, was paying close attention to the apple crumble muffins that grandpa Chris was building into a fancy little tower on the counter. Pretty.

Riyah, on the other hand, had his head down, still holding Noah close but, of course, with wiggle room for his friend. He was tired, still a little out of it as he also watched Chris set up the muffins. Shifting to get comfortable in his seat, he goes to lightly scratch under Noah’s chin and ears. “I see you eyeing the muffins,” he mused, “I'm not stopping you.” As much as he would probably do the opposite, he can't be bothered because there was no point when it came to Noah and food. He's learned to not worry about it…

Glancing over to the kitchen, he wanted to go in and help, but right now, he'd be in the way. Riyah has always struggled with waking up properly, especially now since he's used to being more awake in the evenings. But it was always hard to wake up after a stressful day, so right now he'll stay put and watch his sister as best as he can.

Vinny smiled, making a rich fruity smoothie, adding in green tea powder to help Riyah wake up. Noah's was simple. Strawberries and blueberries with lots of ice and a good helping of yogurt. She walked them over and offered Riyah’s before setting Noah’s down in a big bowl. “Papa is bringing some muffins and yogurt parfaits for you.” She mentioned gently, “Enjoy the smoothie, Riyah. You come help when you're ready.” She said fondly, offering him a hair tie.

Noah purred loudly the moment that Chenza, Vinny, he wasn’t sure which name he was supposed to know her by, he’d heard everyone call her by both. He figured, when he could ask her properly, which she preferred him call her, and he would. Still, the purr escaped him the moment the bowl of fruity goodness was set down before him and he was lapping it up with abandon. It disappeared in his belly without any remorse whatsoever.

Chris chuckled watching Noah ravage his breakfast, it was safe to say he was enjoying it, “I don’t think he is ever going to question any meal put in front of him. Somehow, I used to think that worried me about Justin.” Justin couldn’t even touch Noah from the look of it, and the youngest gargoyle, had no idea, no idea. Chris started putting together the promised plate of muffins and yogurts for their table when some early customers were coming in from the street.

As soon as his and Noah’s smoothies were set in front of them both, he watched as the kitten wasted no time to go face-first into the bowl. He carefully held him back so that he wouldn't fall into the bowl, grabbing for his own smoothie with a soft ‘thanks’ to his sister. Now, when she mentioned that he could go help whenever he was ready to, he just made a soft noise of acknowledgement as he sipped happily on his drink while taking the hair tie from Vinny.

“I'll be there soon,” he whispered while he held on to Noah gently. “Just… let me gather my bearings, okay? I know you said whenever I'm ready, but… it may be for a bit before I go help.”

“And that's more than okay. You can even just watch today if you need. No rush, Ry.” She said warmly and contently, smiling at him gently. She chuckled, seeing Noah's excitement over his smoothie bowl. “If you need another, just tell me, okay?”

Noah finished his smoothie, practically crawling as best he could out of Riyah’s arms into the bowl to lick the porcelain clean. Now, while he might have taken up on the offer for another, and he was sorely tempted by it, he had another idea when he heard someone creeping down the stairs. The moment his grandfather set the plate of muffins and yogurts on the table, Noah had snagged up one of the muffins with his mouth and leapt from the table, running for the stairs.

Folio woke slowly, blinking sleepily at the sleepy gargoyle, nuzzling against him, as cute and amazing Atsuko was, yesterday had been intense. He’d learned so much yesterday, not just yesterday the last forty-eight hours, about himself, about his, his brother… He wasn’t sure what to think about most of it… He had a mate… He was a reincarnated gargoyle… what did that really mean? Shade and Riyah had thought he was someone called Temperance, but… he wasn’t? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, he’d thought they were his friends because they liked him, not because they’d thought they already knew him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

If he remembered everything correctly, he wasn’t the only reincarnated gargoyle, taking in a breath, he decided he wanted to talk to the only other person that might understand this feeling. Slipping out from under Atsuko’s arm, hopefully before he fully woke up, and slipped out of the room. Heading downstairs, he smirked as he passed Noah on the stairs, racing past with a massive muffin sticking out of his tiny mouth.

Riyah ran his fingers through his curls as he drank his smoothie, watching Noah for a moment and didn't stop the younger from slipping out of his grasp. But when he heard Vinny, he just looked at her silently and nodded before finishing up his drink. The idea of a second one would be nice but not right at that moment and tilts his head as soon as he hears someone making their way down the stairs. A sigh left him as he witnessed Noah being a little muffin thief and chuckles.

Pulling his hair back, he stood up and wandered into the kitchen with his empty cup before moving to stand-off to the side. Moving to perch himself on the counter once again, he was out of Vinny’s way and could grab something for her if she needed it. Today is an observation day for him.

She smiled softly, “Mind handing me the strawberry purée, Riyah? It’s labelled. The muffins and everything look stunning, Chris- Noah share with your brother-” she called.

Chris was lucky he was able to save the muffins from tumbling when Noah decided to steal his trophy before he stole away to the stairs and made his escape. It was then he saw his brother, Nicholai, well, Folio now, on the staircase, half asleep he seemed and stumbling down. “I doubt that will be the case. Would you like something for breakfast, Folio?”

The werewolf blinked blearily towards Noah’s grandfather, if he was honest, he was still trying to figure out what to make of some people here. Not that he thought that there was anything wrong with them, he’d mostly been focused on the cute one, the one upstairs. However, after yesterday, his feelings there, knowing there was so much history, and he apparently had a whole other life, he wasn’t sure what to think. As for breakfast, walking over more, were they kidding, “Is the Pope Catholic?”

Riyah snorted as soon as he heard that question from Folio and then glanced towards the younger, smiling a little before it disappeared while turning his attention to the task at hand now. Sliding off the counter, he goes to grab the strawberry purée. “Here you go,” the gargoyle said softly while handing it over to Vinny, and went to sit on the counter again. As he was sitting in silence, he stared at nothing in particular while fighting the dreaded thoughts of Folio.

It wasn’t anything bad in particular, but it wasn’t all that great either. Riyah dreaded the idea that the wolf would think that he and Shade were only friends with him because of… him. Yes, they thought he was Temperance at first, but then they saw Folio as a completely different individual compared to his twin. They’d still befriended him because they care about him a lot, and he couldn’t help but feel like there's a weight there on him, and he set his jaw.

“Thank you- I use some strawberry in the cold foam when people want a white chocolate strawberry cold foam latte. I’ll show you how to make one so you can drink it. I think you might like it, and it might help you wake up more.”

Chris smiled as he watched as his mate took the fixings that Riyah handed over so she could make up a new smoothie for the ravenous werewolf. Chuckling himself at the coin of term, that was an old one, it was nicer than some of the things that mortals say these days, besides… he had asked a stupid question. “If she says it’ll wake you up, you might just be wired all day.”

Now that caught Folio’s attention, he wasn’t sure how gargoyles ate, but if it was anything like Noah, or Shade… then Vinny might have something going. Glancing towards Riyah, he wasn’t sure what to say, before looking towards Vinny, “Sure, I love strawberries, and the best part about being a werewolf is chocolate does nothing to me… despite my brother's childhood efforts to convince me otherwise.” She had said there was chocolate in the drink.

As much as Riyah would like to be more awake, it wasn’t now. He'd rather not be wired all day and unable to sleep when he wants to. Looking at Vinny, he just shook his head and smiled softly. “Thanks, sis, but no, thank you. I'll be okay,” he declined quietly. When he felt eyes on him, even for just a brief moment, the gargoyle looked to Folio as soon as he spoke to Vinny. He huffs out a soft laugh at the thought of Noah trying to stop Folio from eating certain things.

Soft thumps were made against the bottom cabinets with his heels as he began to fidget and pursed his lips. He wasn’t sure what to say to the wolf and fuck, does he want to talk to him, but he was never a great conversationalist.

Chenza sighed but smiled softly at Riyah, “Okay. But I’ll make you another smoothie as soon as you want, okay?” She asked and pushed over the cold foam to Folio, helping Chris fill a tray with snacks and breakfast items, including egg filled bell peppers with bacon.

Folio was happy to accept the drink that Riyah didn’t want, lifting the cup and drinking at the latte with a groan while Vinny and Chris tended to the food… Oh, oh, the food. Yeah, he wasn’t going to lie, he was eyeing some of those snacks and some of those goodies on the breakfast tray looked scrumptious. Noah might have taken off with the muffin, but he missed out on the egg and bacon man, how had he missed out on the egg and bacon. His loss, his loss!

“So, ah, Vinny…” Folio started licking his lips from the cold foam latte, the strawberry tasted absolutely delicious. He could definitely get used to living here. Not that he wouldn’t be just as happy with the coffee machine they had at home that they would no doubt have in their alcove once they finished moving, but, come on… “What do you call these?”

Vinny and her offers… Riyah thought as he just nods without a word. Thumping his heels slightly against the cabinets still, he stops and tilts his head slightly as he leans back on his hands while watching his sister slide the drink over to Folio. The habit of not eating much was going to bite him in the ass, but he didn't care. He just pursed his lips while watching the wolf for a bit, smiling a little. Just the way he was eyeing the food made him want to laugh.

Folio’s always had a massive appetite, and the gargoyle always found it hilarious when the brothers had an eating competition. It was silly in his opinion, and yet, he never bothered to stop them. If he thought about it, no one really did. Once he heard Folio speak, he hums softly and looks towards his sister.

“Egg stuffed bell peppers- I hope you like them.” She said, setting one beside Riyah, and setting one in Chris's hand. “Please give one to Noah too. This one's extra spicy for him.”

Chris lifted his eyes towards the chairs where Noah had disappeared to, he at first had thought he had headed up to his brother, but Folio was here in the café now. The vampires had already left before the dawn. Knowing Atsuko was asleep upstairs, and Noah might be exploring up there, going to find him, was curious. Biting into his bell pepper, it was delicious, he’d take Noah’s up his later.

Folio drank from more of his coffee while he munched on the stuffed bell pepper and damn, was it good, nodding as he washed more of it down. Nodding with the mouthful before he swallowed, “This is so, so good, thank you!”

It was about then, a customer came in through the front door and Folio quickly got out of the way so he could get to the counter. “You need to try those.” And quickly took another bite before drinking more of his coffee.

Riyah looks down to the stuffed bell pepper that was left for him, grabbing it and takes a bite. He perks up some as he chews, sighing softly before glancing out of the kitchen. “Thanks, Vin,” He murmured while sliding off the counter again, he went to sit in the café instead of in the kitchen. The gargoyle was silent while he ate his breakfast, tilting his head some as he saw Chris looking to where Noah had run off and nodded to Vinny’s words.

Her food was always good, especially her treats.

As there was a person coming in, he watched Folio move out of the way and chuckled when the wolf had recommended the customer Vinny’s stuffed bell peppers.

Vinny smiled, “Thank you, Folio, feel free to eat as many as you like. I can always make more.” She said before turning her attention to the customer, taking his order and getting him a pepper with a smile.

She had the feeling she would make more for tonight’s patrol. Vinny knew Justin and Ryan would devour a whole tray given a chance. “I'm trying out new items for fast, easy meals on the go for the café and for at night.” She commented, moving to make the man's coffee.

Chris moved to sit with Riyah, chuckling as Folio scooped up a couple more of the bell peppers with Vinny’s encouragement with a cheeky little smile. The werewolf stayed by the side while she moved around making the new customer's orders and waited until he was heading out. By that time, Folio had managed to scarf down more than a few of the peppers, his focus on Vinny.

“So um, um… Vinny, or um, do you actually prefer Vinny or Chenza? I’ve heard the others call you both. Which would you prefer us call you?” Folio glanced back to Riyah and Noah’s grandfather, he knew Noah would want to know, knowing that this was, she was his grandmother… he would care.

When Chris sat by him, Riyah acknowledged the elder gargoyle with a small nod. His attention was on Vinny as she worked, fulfilling the man's order and then as Folio began to speak, he glanced between the two. Having finished his pepper, he had his arms crossed and remains silent while waiting to see what Vinny would say. If anything, he was sure she didn't mind either, but what did he know? All he did know was that she responds to both—

As he sat there, Riyah bit his lip and looked away from his sister and his friend. If… If they were even friends still. Clicking his tongue in slight annoyance with himself, he just ran a hand over his face while trying not to work himself up again. He was just tired at this point.

She hummed softly, “Honestly… I haven't thought about it before- I mean, not that much. I don't mind, either… but I think Chenza is a name I’ll reserve for only around close friends and family. Which everyone here is part of that circle.” She said gently, smiling, before grabbing another pepper and set it by Riyah.

Chris smiled softly at the way his darling mate was welcoming him back into the fold with such ease, whether Folio realized it or not, not to mention the way she was setting food by her brother. He was used to that himself, she’d been doing the same thing for him for as long as she’d been here, since before she’d met him. Before she’d met him face to face at least, she’d been leaving drinks, food, treats up in the rectory, between Ricky and her they’d been feeding them from the start.

Folio was surprised to hear that, and yet, he blinked… He had been about to reach for another bell pepper, but then paused. Unsure about how he felt about being considered close friend and family to her, when he didn’t actually know her. He supposed… Noah, was her family, he was her grandson, but she didn’t have to force that tie with him, he wasn’t going to make her consider him… Then there was…

“You, I um, you are a reborn gargoyle too, right? Do you, well,” Glancing towards Chris and Riyah before back to the woman behind the counter, not sure if he should ask but, he needed to know. The cup in his hands, empty by now, it was nothing but something to keep them busy as he fiddled, he wasn’t good at being still, he never was. “Ah, what’s it like?”

Riyah had grabbed his second stuffed pepper that Vinny had left for him, knowing what she was doing yet again but made no comment about it. He really didn't want either her or Folio on his ass for not eating, the latter having to deal with that for as long as he's known him. Eating slowly, he just listened to the two talk and leaned back in his seat. Seeing how open his sister was, especially when it came to himself, he wondered how Folio was feeling about that, but then with the way he hesitated… of course, he was unsure. Not that he blames him, either.

When Folio asks his sister about being reborn, he tilts his head slightly and looks at her. Riyah did wonder that himself, but he's still trying to get used to whether she's even there.

She smiled, “It's strange. After I remembered, the first thing I wanted to do was fly… I also wanted to be as close to Chris as I could be… sometimes the memories are foggy but other times… They're so clear.” She explained, tenderly offering him another of the egg peppers.

The werewolf was strangely tentative when he accepted the pepper this time, taking the bite and munching with almost a strangled sound in his throat in his struggle… His confusion entirely mental as he went over this new information. Folio was not a person to temper himself, he would just usually blast out questions a mile a minute at people. He was confused about countless things right now, and he was not sure how to feel about it. Swallowing… “So… so you remember…”

Folio sighed, thinking about how Riyah and Shade had thought he was their friend, and he wasn’t… How Vinny was Noah’s Grandfather’s mate and he… he was supposed to be that one, Atsuko, his mate… Folio swallowed slightly, there had been a name mentioned, he couldn’t remember what the name was, he’d caught it though, there had been a name.

“Have you always remembered? Did you know me? Do you remember me?”

Then there came the rapid fire questions.

It was tense, or at least he himself felt that way. It wasn't that he didn't want to hear this, Riyah just was never really one to stay and listen unless he had to. So here he was just listening to Vinny and Folio talk, wishing he could help the younger male but didn't want to interfere. It was really off-putting with how tentative the wolf was — how careful even, and he pursed his lips before shoving the rest of the pepper into his mouth to keep himself silent.

And then there's the rapid fire questions from Folio, making the gargoyle snort softly, but was still busy chewing.

Vinny smiled softly, “We were so close. Not as close as you and ‘Suko… but… Chris, you're taking over, I'm gonna talk to Nickie.” she said firmly, moving around the counter with a tray of muffins. “Riyah you can come with, if you want.” She added, leading the way to a quiet place.

“I remember almost everything.” she admitted, sitting down in a booth.

Chris stood from the café table he’d been sitting at with Riyah when Chenza called for him to take over. While he wasn’t the best with the coffee machine, he was learning some… and if there were any complex orders, he knew he could call for help at any time. So as she slipped out from behind the counter, he took her place, as he did, offering the werewolf a small smile. He hadn’t known the younger nearly as well as Chenza, so she would be the better one to talk to him, without question.

Folio did not roll his eyes at the snort that came from Riyah, he heard that, okay, so maybe he did. He, however, was absolutely not tempted to flip him off, he wasn’t, he was more mature than that thank you very much… Except that he wasn’t really mature at all, besides Riyah was making fun of him… asshole.

Nickie… The only person who usually called him that was Noah, and usually when they were on their own these days, considering the nickname he’d taken centuries ago. Still, he found himself sitting with Vinny in one of the booths… so… she said they were close, and she remembered everything. As it was, last night had been so much information, too much, a mate, a past life, a twin brother that… that wasn’t just a gargoyle anymore, but a werewolf gargoyle that might have- no… Folio stopped that train of thought that moment if felt like his throat was about to close up in panic. He couldn’t deal with that today. He had enough to think about. Thinking about that last night had almost sent him into a panic attack, and he was not going to do that now.

“You remember everything? I’m sorry, I know it’s sort of rude, but you’re human, how old are you?” She was human, she was young… he was four hundred years old and remembered nothing. Was he… was this it? Was he just… defective? “Am I broken?”

Riyah had moved just as soon as Chris went off to take his sister's place, going to sit with her and Folio. Seated with the two, next to Vinny while being across from Folio, he managed to keep a straight face when he saw that the younger male rolled his eyes. He supposed their friendship was still there… Riyah always teased the wolf whenever he went on about everything and nothing at the same time, just nonstop talking. He and Shade would just stare, amused even, as the other would continue rambling.

But right now, Riyah remains silent and then sets his jaw the more the other two speak. The gargoyle knew nothing about reincarnation and how it works or happens, yet it seems to be stressing Folio out. A lot. Taking a deep breath as soon as he heard him question if he was broken, he shook his head. Riyah may not know what's going on in that head of his. Trauma? Maybe. Anything else? No.

“No,” he said softly.

“I'm only twenty-six. But I didn't remember until Chris saved me from a hellhound and fully explained what I saw… honestly, your trigger may have to do with Atsuko. But… you and I were menaces. I wasn't allowed to train you because Chris thought the world would end, which is why you were paired with Atsuko.” She explained, “You and I were energetic balls of fire.”

Folio glanced at Riyah when he said answered first. No. Yet, didn’t he get it? Folio was over four hundred years old, with seventy-five of those spending time with two gargoyles, how did he not know or remember anything? Yet here was Vinny right, who knows how long she’d been around the gargoyles here, and she remembered everything. It was just, how could he not, just, just, trigger, great, he needed a trigger. Perfect. He was going to be broken forever.

He’d never been good at figuring things like that out. Noah always had to do that kind of thing for him, figuring out the puzzle pieces and pulling him along. Sure, kept his brother out of just as much trouble over the years, but that wasn’t the point.

Swallowing, he glanced back over to Chris at the mention of the other gargoyle, so he’d been the boss. Sounded about right. “Right, so, Noah’s grandpa has the final say, why do I feel like my brother is going to hold that over my head now.”

Riyah couldn’t help but shy away the moment Folio glanced at him, looking down. He would never understand the feeling nor would he ever experience that ever since he's never died. Close to it at times, but never. Furrowing his brow, he began to fidget with his shirt and sighed, wishing he had kept quiet.

He wanted to leave, but he also didn’t want to just leave Folio alone. Riyah stays put, just keeping his head lowered now while listening to them.

Vinny gently touched Riyah's hand, offering to hold it for him. “You're not broken. Just takes a trigger… and not gonna lie I think I know your trigger… but you'd have to be emotionally prepared for it.” She mused softly.

Folio sat back in the bench seat of the booth silently, which was an odd moment for the werewolf. She thought she knew his trigger? Really? Now, Folio had no clue how old he had been when he had died when he was a gargoyle. He did not know anything about his life as a gargoyle aside from one, he never got to bond with his mate, and two, he was a menace alongside Chenza. This basically told him that for everything he knew, he had already been through fucking hell and back already in his second life, compared to his first.

“I’m not entirely sure what you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I be emotionally prepared for something?” Well, aside from this brother… because if his trigger had anything to do with dealing with thinking about the creature that he thought might be what they had forced his brother to become… he might like to not remember.

Flinching as soon as Vinny touched his hand, Riyah glanced at her before pulling away slightly but hooks his pinky with hers instead. But what slightly confused him was when the human said that she knew Folio’s trigger, and he scowled. How in the hell would she know? He's one to talk since knows next to nothing about this, but that's beside the point. When he saw his friend sit back, he gently nudged Folio’s leg with his own to comfort him as best as he could.

He wanted to say something, he really did, but the fear of bringing up his own issue with Folio stops him from doing so. Riyah didn't want to pile on the younger's internal struggle, especially with learning about his past life. The gargoyle may not know what happened in the past of Folio’s current life, but it seems a lot worse than his previous self.

“Vin,” he grumbled, “How the fuck would you know? I'm genuinely curious because– no. Never mind. Forget I even opened my mouth…”

“Well… it includes being chased by Atsuko again… and avoiding being caught…” she hesitated, glancing at Riyah in concern. “Riyah? I'm… sorry.” She frowned, she didn't know why she was apologizing, but she squeezed his pinky softly. “I'm sorry this is probably overwhelming…”

Folio glanced towards Riyah feeling him nudge his leg under the table, the comfort was welcome, but he wasn’t sure to make of it, but knowing he wasn’t the only one confused…

Chased? Chased by Atsuko… since when was Folio being the one who got chased, well, there was sometimes, but that had been different, and it was like, the full moon… Folio went a little feral on the full moon… Oh, shit… At that he glanced slightly between Vinny and Chris, to Riyah… yeah, that might, might not be best to consider right now. It’s bad enough the full moon was close enough…

“Um… right. No chasing. Maybe I shouldn’t be moving in here after all.” Picking up one of the muffins, Folio just shoved it right into his mouth. Probably better that way.

To…to get chased by Atsuko…? What the fuck… The one who did the chasing was Folio, and that– no. Riyah will not think about that right now, and he just pursed his lips as soon as he heard Vinny apologize, not saying a word to her but squeezed her pinky in return. He doesn't get overwhelmed easily, but he's currently not in a great mind space either, so this added to his own stress is a little much.

As he saw Folio glance between his sister, her mate and then himself, Riyah shook his head slightly despite wanting to laugh but didn't. Not a good thing to even think about, not with the full moon so close.

“Maybe you should eat a little more of those, Nick,” Riyah teased with a small smile, “Keep that trap of yours busy…”

Vinny smiled apologetically. “I know I started to remember when I saw Chris bandaged up… but I would say that it would be best if you spent time with Atsuko. When you're ready…. If you ever do want to remember. It's your choice.”

Folio was trying, he was trying not to think about why he might not want to remember, what the trigger might be that he’d very much like to avoid. If being chased by Atsuko was his trigger, he’d welcome it if he was honest, even if he wasn’t sure it made sense because that really was very backwards… His choice, his choice… “Does it matter, I can’t go back, I can’t un-be a werewolf. I can’t be a gargoyle again, even if as soon as I met Shade I thought it would be awesome to be a gargoyle werewolf… so cool, kind of have to be the gargoyle part first. Just…” Folio swallowed, glancing towards Riyah remembering how they’d thought he was Temperance, “Do you think he’ll care if I never remember, or…” Will it destroy what they could have been once?

Vinny smiling in an apologetic manner had Riyah just sigh. Attention elsewhere, he stares at his hands and shifts a bit in his seat. His choice. It's up to Folio if he wants to remember, and there's something there, something he's picked up on, that leaves the wolf quiet. Yet, it leaves him curious, but it's not really any of his business either.

He cringes slightly as soon as Folio glanced at him, not wanting the attention, and just pursed his lips as soon as the other mentioned Shade. Hearing about his and the vampire's conversation had him smile softly, but it disappeared just as quick as it came. It was always nice to hear about his friends speaking to one another, but that thought immediately dies off and he sighs.

Vinny sighed softly. “Nickie. Nick. Sorry. Nick. Atsuko will love you even if you don't remember. Atsuko is not one to change his mind easily…. You were the one who changed his mind. To open up to the idea of having a mate… he's not going to abandon you just because you don't remember him.”

She smiled and pushed the tray to him. “Nick. Atsuko adores you because he's been waiting. Knowing him, his feral brain was thinking he was being cute.” She snorted, “He kinda sucks at self awareness. He's aware of everything else. Just not how it seems his feral side is just worse.”

It took everything in him not to snap at her, she didn’t know him, not anymore, and he didn’t know her, he didn’t remember her, not yet, and maybe not ever… He’d have to get to know her, and might be he’d never be Nickie… he didn’t know, and she had never asked. Still, he held his tongue because it wasn’t her fault he was defective and hadn’t remembered as easily as she did. He’d been attacked by hellhounds and all manner of creatures of the night, how many times? His entire life, as long as he could remember.

Wait, he had to convince him to be his mate?

Folio blinked at Vinny hearing that, so, so not only, did he not even remember, but his mate hadn’t even wanted to be with him in the first place? Yet here they were saying that he would just… were they kidding? Folio had lost so many people, whether because they threw him away, ripped away from him, or he just drove them away because he was too… annoying, and even in his past life his fought to be loved. Perfect.

Right then all he wanted to do was run, he’d look for Noah, but he was upstairs… and that risked running into Atsuko. Maybe go home, to his parents that had never blinked to love him there.

Instead, Folio laughed, smiling, he was used to it, putting on that smile, he was always the bright happy one when everything hurt… “Isn’t that the kicker, he’s been a Cutie to me from the moment I saw him, he didn’t need to try so hard.” With that, Folio just picked up a muffin. “Though, you’ve given me a lot to think about. I might go for a walk.”

“Enough, Vin,” Riyah hissed as he pulled away from her and went to sit at the edge of the booth. Glancing to Folio as soon as he heard the younger laugh, he set his jaw and looked away as he stood up. If the other male allowed him, the gargoyle would like to join him on his walk, and he gave Folio a small yet easy gesture with his hands in a silent request.

‘Walk with?’ Riyah had signed to the wolf and waited. At this point, he may not be feeling the same as his friend, but fucking hell was this stressing him out. Especially since he's already feeling like shit. ‘Let’s get some air. Suffocating.’

Vinny tilted her head, looking concerned. “I will say in the beginning you guys hated each other… but this life is for you to choose. I'm sorry everything got dumped on you like it did. I'll head back behind the counter. Would you like a refill on the white chocolate strawberry cold foam?”

Folio wanted to cry in relief when he heard Riyah tell Vin to stop, but swallowed down the urge to whine slightly in his throat as he looked over to the gargoyle as he signed. Yes! The signs were so simple, and Folio was elated that for once, for once, he wasn’t struggling to understand. When they had first learned that Riyah and Shade communicated with ASL because Riyah didn’t always feel up to talking, Noah… fucking Noah learned it so quickly, as always. He always knew different languages instantly, while ASL Noah had had to teach himself. When Folio had tried, he had struggled, badly. The offer for Riyah to walk with him, to get some air with him, had the werewolf accepting, instantly, nodding as he moved to stand from the table, with a soft, “Please…”

Only, the moment Vinny spoke again, he paused, swallowing at her words, a pit in his stomach, they hated each other? They hated each other, and yet, he had made him accept him as his mate? Dammit. It was just the same as he’d been with all the others, he had been no better in his past life than this one. Too much, too much for people to handle, pushing them to be what he wanted, had he pushed Atsuko? No, no, he was worse in his past life. He could be better, though, he could let Atsuko go and not even try to push him again. “No, I, thank you, Vinny, I think I’ve had enough coffee, I’m going to go for that walk with Riyah.” Pushing his smile more as he moved to step away from the table. Of course, even as he declined her offer of coffee, he was pilfering from the tray of muffins, and shoving a few into his pockets for later. “Thanks…”

Pulling away from the table, he turned towards Riyah, he just wanted to get out of there now.

The way she blatantly ignored him after telling her to stop. This was why Riyah barely spoke. Why he's quiet because there had been a few times he's dealt with it and finds no point in speaking anymore than he has. Then the audacity to continue— fuck. Fighting back the urge to growl, he just glared at Vinny when she kept talking and nods when Folio had answered him with a soft plea.

But of course, when he saw his friend pause, Riyah grits his teeth and grimaced as soon as he saw the younger male force his smile more. He wished that Folio didn't do that, but he wasn’t going to stop him, a habit he was sure would be a hard one to break. Nor did the gargoyle want to because it'll be hypocritical of him since he hides his feelings too. Nonetheless, Riyah couldn't help but chuckle softly as the wolf grabbed some muffins and lightly touched the small of his friend's back.

“Ever the polite one,” the taller whispered teasingly while leaving with him. “C'mon, Niko..”

Vinny moved back, heart hurting a bit, but lowered her head. Getting back to work wrapping up convos… she should have stopped. Chris looked over towards his mate as she joined him again, his arm wrapped around her shoulders from behind gently. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, he knew she had meant well, but every so often, they had to work it out for themselves. Honestly, for all the things he’d gone through when Chenza had come back into his life, he didn’t think anyone saying anything to him, much would have been helpful. Even Chenza herself had tried to help him, and he had just felt so much worse about himself, thinking himself a monster because he couldn’t separate his mate, from this beautiful human. Folio would be okay, even if right now, he didn’t think so, Chris was sure of it. It was Atsuko he was worried about. He was on edge, and if he woke up feral like Gwynn feared…

Folio walked out of the Church beside Riyah still holding one of the pilfered muffins in his hands, peeling off the outer casing, musing to himself, trying to make up his mind what he was going to do. It was obvious what he must have done in his past life, annoyed Atsuko so much and worn him down, convinced him to be his mate, until the other gargoyle felt he had no other choice. Now here they were, he’d died, and poor Atsuko was bound to him, and had no choice but to take him back. It was no wonder he hadn’t even seemed to notice him at the buffet… just blinked at him like he was confused why he’d even be interested.

Ripping off a part of the muffin, he offered some to the gargoyle, not able to stop himself from leaning into his side a little, for comfort… “Would you like some?” It was all he could do not to break down. The touch, or the food, who could say.

All of whatever this was, it was taking more of a toll on him on top of learning of his friend's demise… The more distressed that Folio had gotten, the more defensive and irritated Riyah had been. But right now, he just needs to be there for his friend– oh right. That… no. Not now… Glancing towards Folio, he wasn’t sure if he should wrap an arm around him or speak, and yet, he opened his mouth anyway,

“Nick, what she said… it's not entirely true. I may not understand the bonds and such, but… yeah…” With a grimace, Riyah just kept walking with the smaller male and as soon as he felt his weight against him, the gargoyle instinctively wrapped his arm around the younger in a protective manner. The offering of Folio’s muffin had him smile a little before taking it and eating. “But also,” Riyah said softly while he pulled him a little closer. “You can let go. I'm here for you, Folio. Go ahead and cry, if you want to…”

Folio swallowed, he wasn’t sure how he felt about his name right now, Nick, Nickie, he wasn’t even sure what his name had been properly in his past life. Obviously, it was something like it was now, how did that work, but his eyes stung thinking about it. “Folio, Folio, please, I- I don’t think I can handle Nick right now.” Not yet. Walking with him, as Riyah was eating some of the muffin, Folio was ripping off another piece and shoving it into his mouth and chewing, a whine escaping him.

“Isn’t it true though, she knew me, your sister remembers everything, I don’t, so it's… it’s…” Folio sobbed, he was trying to keep it in, thinking about the fact that that man up in the Church… The man that he’d been instantly drawn to, deserved better than someone who had annoyed him into being his mate that he hated. Folio never liked being negative, he didn’t, he preferred to look on the bright side of things always, and he knew, he knew, that annoyed people sometimes. He was the hyperactive frustration that was just too much for most people. To this day, four hundred some years into his life, he had five people he considered close, five. Sure, countless people had come and went in his life, but five. Six when he counted the woman who didn’t have to love him when she’d found a toddler covered in blood on her doorstep. He still missed her.

As Folio asked Riyah to call him by that name instead of Nick, he gave the wolf a small pat on his back in silent affirmation and nodded. It was very upsetting with how… small the younger seemed, especially after everything. When the whine escaped the shorter, he stopped mid-step and stood there while looking at the younger.

“Folio,” he said quietly while lightly ruffling his friend's hair, “It's not. She may have known you in the past, but I'm sure it's just speculation of what she's seen in the past between you and Atsuko.” The gargoyle then pulls Folio close, holding the smaller male to himself, and gave him a small squeeze while doing so. He wanted him to feel better and wanted the smaller male to work through it all, but he knows that will take time.

Look at him— he's still working through his own problems. The thought of Temperance, it sent a chill down his spine and held Folio a little tighter. The younger may not be the gargoyle, but this wolf, this little pain in the ass, is still his friend, and he doesn't want anything else to happen to him.

“Go ahead and cry, Folio…it's okay…”

As Riyah pulled him close, Folio, no matter how he had been worried about Riyah and Shade only being around him because of his brother… it just didn’t seem to matter, not anymore. Why would Riyah bother with him like this if all he cared about was Temperance? He couldn’t hold himself together anymore as Riyah held him, hearing him, he just fell apart… What was left of the muffin slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground as he grasped onto the taller man while he sobbed.

Riyah sways slightly, gently rocking side to side with Folio as the younger sobbed. The gargoyle then rests his head over Folio’s, rubbing his back in soothing circles, while he lets out soft purring for the male. “There you go…”

Atsuko groaned softly, face buried in the pillow Folio had been using, whining and whimpering to him. When dark eyes peeked open And he found himself alone, he jolted fully awake, looking around in a panic. “Niko? Lai? Mate- mate?!” His voice cracked as he trembled softly, “N…nick?” his smell was still here… but he was gone. His eyes watered. He covered his face. What had he done? What happened? He remembered flying and feeling him and cuddling against him and … then nothing but anxiety and fear, then calm, and now he was… alone.

Again.

The door to the room creaked open just a little and in padded, with the softest footsteps, barely even the whisper of a sound. The tiniest scraping of claws on the stone floor, Noah was making his way into the room, wide golden brown eyes blinking up at the large gargoyle on the bed. Atsuko, his brother's mate. His nose wrinkled, why did he not smell so good? The bobcat kitten’s head tilted slightly to the side before he adjusted his legs and sprung up like a coil to leap onto the bed. Yes! He was getting better at this, after figuring out the stairs, he was getting accustomed to using four limbs.

Dropping the muffin he’d pilfered down in the café from his mouth, he climbed over to the gargoyle to try to cuddle up to his side, mewling before he purred, vibrating against him.

Atsuko looked at Noah, scooping him up to snuggle into his fur, sobbing. He picked up the muffin to set it on the nightstand, trembling. He did something wrong. Likewise, he went and put Noah's snack somewhere safe for now… “I'm sorry… I don't know… everything's fuzzy… I'm sorry…”

There was no complaint at being manhandled by the gargoyle, instead Noah was just pressing his tiny overheated little fuzzy body right against Atsuko with tiny little noises. They sounded awfully like no, no, no, no. Folio probably was just hungry and wondered off for food, he’d passed him on the stairs, following his nose. That had been what had drawn Noah downstairs! Nuzzling against Atsuko, he didn’t want him to be upset, Folio liked him. As much Noah had been upset last night when he’d snatched him, it had been confusing, but they’d worked it out. He was a cat, he wasn’t stupid, Noah had heard it all, even the bits about the angels… not that he was going to relay any of the bits about archangels wanting pets to his brother… ever.

Atsuko looked at him, petting behind his ear. “I… I don't know what to do… what happened…”

Ryan felt like he had barely slept a wink the night before, laying there holding Gwynn in his arms. Just laying there watching them after what they’d asked him, how’d they’d been talking. Dammit. He knew what they’d been saying, that they’d rather, that if the angels of Heaven came back for them, that he should… Could he? After all this time…

It’d kill him.

It’d kill them both.

Sighing, they were still sleeping when he left them, not that he was surprised, they were exhausted, still healing after everything. Thinking about mates, however, and that enduring loss, reminded him they should check on Atsuko. Gwynn was worried about his state of mind, and knowing that the standing with the vampires hung by a thread depending on how feral he turned… he would check on him.

He went by the apartment to see if Vinny had made anything for breakfast, and smirked at the cake for Riyah, he didn’t touch it, he knew better. Then he found Vinny’s speciality, eggs, including Justin’s famed cheesy scrambled, of course. Ryan dished up a couple of plates and carried them up to the alcove where they’d left Atsuko and Folio, only to find the werewolf already gone… Hearing the last sentence… “You don’t know what happened yesterday, or you don’t know where Folio went? Either way, I’ve brought you breakfast?”

“I… I don't remember much after hearing he was Niko… I just got so excited… I wanted to have an actual date with him. He talked about wanting to see the sunset and I… I had… I know I stole a bunch of mattresses… and I tried to make it nice- but… that's it. I… I was very anxious… and he's not here…” Atsuko rambled after hearing Ryan, doing his best to ignore the plates of food despite knowing one was his… He didn't deserve it.

Ryan sighed, he couldn’t say much about the not remembering, he knew how that felt, even if he knew it might not be the same, he’d tried to block out plenty over the years. However, the prang at hearing Suko talk, about Niko, about wanting to see the sunset, and wanting to have an actual date… wanting to make it nice, “You can still make it nice for him Suk, he’s downstairs, in the café… you know how that bug is, you couldn’t make that rat sit still if you paid him.”

He sniffled, “I… I gotta talk to him-” he said, setting Noah down and got out of bed quickly, blinking a few times- “I need pants.”

Fuck, Ryan sighed, Atsuko jumping the gun got them into this mess. Okay, maybe he was thinking at least somewhat more rationally this time in that fact he wanted to put on pants and wasn’t running down there feral again, but, better he reigned him in this time. “Atsuko, wait, wait-” Setting the plates down, “No, no you need to give him time, he’s only just found out he’s got a past life, and a mate… you, need to eat.” Otherwise, Ryan was going to get smacked by Vinny and he knew it.

Atsuko looked at him and whimpered, “but… I want to apologize if I scared him-” he said softly. Atsuko never apologized. But here he was admitting he had to. He needed to. His eyes watered as he closed his eyes, trying to push the tears back away. “Please, Ryan-”

Noah was on the bed climbing over himself trying to reach up to the distressed gargoyle, not liking this at all. His brother had been enamoured with Atsuko from the moment he’d met him, and as much as Noah had struggled last night, and Noah had been scared at first… he had seen the two snuggled together last night. He’d seen the way Atsuko had comforted Folio when he was about to finally give into his panic. Now, the small kitten was yowling at him to be picked up.

“Atsuko, you were not what scared him last night, I promise, that… was the last thing on his mind.” Ryan remembered that smell of lust that had been coming off that kid when they came out of the tower, it had been unmissable. “Don’t forget the nickname he gave you from the moment he met you, Cutie. Now… listen to your best friend’s kid because the brat seems to be demanding.” With that, Ryan nodded down to Noah pointedly.

The upset gargoyle hesitated before picking Noah back up, cuddling him softly, “… I… tell me what happened… please… please. I just… I need to know…” he was avoiding looking at the plate, ignoring the mentions of eating even though his stomach was pleading with him. He was… he did something wrong. He went feral. He wasn't sure. “Also, Noah isn't a brat. He just wants attention.” He scolded not thinking about it before kissing Noah's forehead, much like a parent would.

Ryan would argue that Atsuko didn’t know the meaning of the word brat, considering the mate that he had. Cheerfulness was, well, Cheerful and all, but he had always been a brat on the best of days. Made sense that Noah was his brother and he was sitting there yowling up at them now, if he thought about it, Ryan, cringed at a little at the sound… he would say it again if he had to, brat. How did he not hear that, did he not have gargoyle hearing?

Looking at Noah with a raised eyebrow when Atsuko finally picked him up, unimpressed. “Well, if someone was human again, it would be… I’m thinking he likes this attention a little too much.”

The tiny pink tongue that poked out at him then, in response, said it all.

“How about if you sit, and eat,” Oh Ryan wasn’t about to forget the food, “I’ll tell you everything.” Even if he might not like it all.

Atsuko slowly sat down, cuddling Noah closer, shaking at the thought of food right now. “... I… I can try.” He whispered softly, swallowing despite his mouth being dry. “I can try.”

Would… would it be okay to eat? He knew Gwynn wouldn't be mad… but… the lingering feeling…

Ryan wasn’t going to budge on the food, whatever he had to do to break him out of whatever Jerahmiel had done to him in the catacombs. He knew better than anyone it came down to that bastard. Shifting to sit on the far end of the bed himself, he picked up one plate for himself, and the other to hand to Atsuko, “Okay, you start, and I’ll start, that's the deal.”

Atsuko whimpered softly. But took the plate, holding it for a moment before taking the fork and started eating just little bites. “Now you.” He said, looking at him desperately. He needed to know.

Sure they were only little bites, but they were something, and at the very least, Atsuko was eating, and Ryan took that as a win. Before he took a bite himself, he would give him what he wanted, information, that was the offer after all. “After you left here, yes, you gathered a nest at the old clock tower, feral, in your beast form, before you tracked him down at his work.” With that, Ryan nodded back to his plate and shoved a mouthful into his own mouth.

Noah purring against Atsuko as he nuzzled in the crook of his arm where he held him.

Atsuko took another bite, tense and dreading the next part. “I chased him… didn't I?”

Ryan took another bite with a sigh, swallowing, he hadn’t been there, none of them had, they’d still been searching for him at that point. “We didn’t find you first, Nightshade and Uwriyah found you with him, along with Noah, by then, you already had him at the clock tower. Knowing your instinct, yea, you probably did. You didn’t hurt him, though.”

He nodded slowly, taking another bite and swallowed even though it made him feel sick.

Sighing, Ryan took another bite of his eggs, glad that Atsuko was still eating, even if it was obvious from the look on his face he didn’t want to. Noah mewled up at him, nudging his arm light before Ryan spoke again. “We got there a little later, Noah, Nightshade and Riyah had managed to talk to you down along with the help of the rest of Niko’s family. He has, well, sort of vampire parents, Jolly, and Nick, which is, huh, that could, possibly be why they call him Folio?”

Atsuko nodded slowly, mostly playing with the food on his plate. New people… and there would be problems…. He was never allowed to talk to new people… fuck.

Ryan had a feeling Honesty would be allowed to talk to these new people, they were his mate's family. The way he’d been at the buffet, the way he’d been practically plastered to his side and Noah had been so reluctant, the kid had been oh so eagerly by his side? Ryan doubted they’d be able to keep him away. “Well, whatever happened overall, between the lot of them, they managed to calm you down some. By the time you had all exited the clock tower, Noah had already discovered this trick.”

This trick. It was saying something, it was… curious.

None of them had ever seen a gargoyle that could shapeshift into a natural creature like this, let alone one that was not in their age range. A full-grown gargoyle became a full-grown beast form. Only the baby gargoyles had baby beast forms if they managed to learn how to shift that young. So, for a four hundred-year-old being to instinctively control his shift to become an infant version of a beast form, it was astonishing, and something none of them had seen before. Considering Noah was the first tribrid, it did bring into question, what other abilities he could have that had never awakened in him… and why they had remained dormant in him this long, it was curious. Though, that was the case in a lot of angelic and gargoyle traits. Knowledge, and control, was power, and could also kill you.

Atsuko nodded slowly, swallowing his last bite. “I… I'll wait…and… Noah… You're so special. Not because you're a tribrid. You're special because you're you. I don't know if anyone has told you that before… But I have wanted to say it for years.” He whispered, setting the plate far away from himself.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” He finally asked, scratching Noah’s chin lightly.

“Nope, nothing else you need to know.” For all the things they talked about when they got back to the Church, Ryan didn’t even flinch about lying this time, there was no fucking way he was going to tell him. Atsuko would go all feral if he knew about the pet situation being the reason for Nicholai dying, let alone them taking Temperance after. How many gargoyles died because of those archangels? Atsuko’s mate, his brother's young mate before their bond could be formed, both their troupes attacked, it was insane.

Noah’s little pink tongue was still hanging out of his mouth as he looked up at Atsuko. His teeny paws padding at his shirt covered chest for a moment before he tried to learn up and lick at him as best he could. He was tall though, and Noah was still so tiny, if only he was just a bit… oh… oh, the next thing he knew Noah wasn’t such a tiny kitten any more. Noah went from being a tiny kitten and was more of the size of a house cat. Nuzzling into Atsuko, and then getting a stronger scent of his food, and, oh, food… and the next thing they knew human Noah was sitting beside Atsuko, “Are you going to eat that?”

“Well… since Ryan has nothing more to share… All yours.” Atsuko replied, smirking.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed on Noah, the way his form shifted so smoothly, the little shit, from kitten, the house cat, and then, all seven foot tall string bean… The nerve to ask for the food he was trying to get Atsuko to eat.

“Actually,” He took the plate from the gargoyle and set it aside with his own. “Since Noah seems to be so lively right now, why don’t we start with your training? I know, let’s start with Flying!” Grabbing Noah’s hand, he wasn’t going to let him argue as he pulled him from the bed and dragged him from the room away from Atsuko.

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arkiliastuff · 1 year ago

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The Angel of Music - Part One

Ricky Olson x Female Reader

N/A : So this is one is (probably) going to be a very long fanfic that I will do in several parts. I got this idea on my mind one day, I felt very inspired about it, and thought it would fit into Ricky's vibe somehow (jhfkjdfdh). I'm very excited to share this one. I had much more fun and felt more comfortable by writting in this format, so I'm certainly going to keep it :D

Warnings : Some fluff and angst. Romantic tension (idk how to call it)

Next PART TWO | PART THREE

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It was the end of September. Autumn leaves falling from the trees in your city, with the air getting colder and rainy. Because of the cool breeze, you tried to cover up your nose and neck with your scarf. Walking in this weather didn’t bother you though, since you liked it. But you didn’t want to get sick. Your voice and throat were very important for your job as an opera singer.

And today was another day of rehearsal at the opera. So you woke up early this morning to enjoy the drizzle. You weren’t freaked out walking there alone. You liked that spooky atmosphere. Usually you didn’t go to the opera this early. You preferred going there when the evening came and going back to your home when it was pitch black.

Your coworkers were worried about you when you did that. So they convinced you to come earlier in the morning, so you could go back to your flat, safely. Even though they did ask you if you wanted them to accompany you or drive you back home, you always declined, enjoying being alone.

You didn’t want them to tag along because your introverted and anxious ass was too scared to ask them or even bother them with your problems. Plus you didn’t even know if you could trust them. So you made up an excuse : being alone was easier for you to be aware of your surroundings. It made you look paranoid sometimes but you were always cautious, giving a dead look to the people glancing at you.

And so your coworkers started to call you the “Lone Wolf”. You didn’t care about the nickname, if they were mocking you by saying it, you were more appreciating it. It made you look cool and mysterious.

You finally managed to arrive at the opera, easily and safely. When you saw the security guard waving at you to welcome you, you nodded your head as a salutation.

“Good morning, miss” He said to you politely.

“Good morning Alfred” You replied “ Are the others here ?”

“Hmm.. It seems you are the first of your singer co-workers who have arrived. But you’re the second to be early at the opera this time”.

“Oh ? A rival ? That’s interesting. Who is it ?”

“A musician from a metal band called Motionless in White. He asked me if he could train himself at the opera today. I said it was open for few hours before your group arrived, miss”

Motionless in White ?! Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve heard this band’s name before. It was one of your favorites you listened to during your youth. You were such a hard fan of their music.

Thank you for letting me know, Alfred. Well, I better go and start to warm up my voice. Have a nice day”

He replied to you very respectfully, letting you enter the opera. Alfred wasn’t the real security guard’s name. It was actually you who gave this nickname to him, since you were always struggling at remembering names. And the first time you saw the security guard, so respectful and polite, it reminded you of the butler in Batman’s comic books. You couldn’t help yourself but letting out your thoughts at that moment. Surprisingly, he took this nickname very well and didn’t get upset about it. He was even playing along with you. Since that day you kept calling him Alfred.

He was the rarest human being you tolerated in this job. To you, your coworkers were too much and were making you uncomfortable, with their hypocritical behavior, by asking questions about you, pretending they cared. They always ended up socializing between them, anyway. So you tried to avoid them as much as possible, barely talking to them.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you were already in front of your dressing room. You unlocked the door with your keys, but before entering, you noticed, in the corner of your eyes, something shiny on the floor. You crouched, looking closer. It was a black metallic key attached to a string. A necklace ? Someone probably lost it. You picked up the key, keeping it in your jeans pocket until you find their owner. And, in case you couldn’t find the owner, you could give it to the lost items office, which was also Alfred’s responsability.

Once you changed your casual outfit to your scene one, a white shirt with black pants, you locked up your dressing room and headed to the main stage, with your music sheet in one hand. As you got closer to the main stage door, you heard a melody. A guitar sound.

And then, a voice. A beautiful voice. Almost divine. Someone was singing. You felt shivers running through your spine. It was so magnificent to your ears. But also it was very melancholic. As you were getting few ideas about who this musician was, you finally decided to pull the door knob, getting in.

The stage was illuminated by the chandelier, just above. Though it wasn’t the only thing that was enlightening the room. As you went down the stairs, you saw a silhouette of a man, short dark haired, sitting on a chair, playing his guitar with an intense focus. He was wearing a lot of black clothes, a sleeveless jacket that was revealing his arms covered with tattoos. You noticed he had few of them on his neck as well. As you got closer, you realized who this musician was.

Short dark hair, pale skin, blue grayed eyes… It was Ricky Olson for sure. You’ve listened to the band's music for a long time and loved a huge majority of their songs. You loved the lead singer's voice, but the one who interested you more was Ricky. Each time you could hear his voice, in a Motionless song, you were excited. His voice was enchanting. You couldn’t stop listening to it. Plus his personality was so adorable you were melting every time you watched his numerous tour vlogs. Yeah you were an absolute Ricky’s fangirl.

Seeing him alone, in front of you, at the opera of your hometown, was making you crazy. The more you were getting closer to him, mesmerized by his voice and play, the more you could feel a heat wave overwhelming your body. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, you thought you were having a heart attack. At this rate, you were convinced that even Ricky could hear your heart pounding so much.

As he heard your thoughts, he lifted up his head, looking in your direction while he stopped playing. The sudden silence in the room made you feel a pressure on your shoulders, like you were caught up on something. You felt the urgent need to explain yourself.

“Erm… Hello.. Sorry for interrupting you. I didn’t mean to. I’m actually an opera singer who practices here.” You muttered so awkwardly, choking on your words.

Ricky stared at you with his icy eyes, perhaps gauging you, as he let you talk. But, oh my God, even like this, you knew you could die happily. His gaze on you was so deep. It made your cheeks blush.

“An opera singer, huh ? I see.” He said abruptly, surprising you a bit.

Gosh, even his talking voice was so soothing and divine. His quiet tone didn’t help to calm down, though. It was the opposite.

“Don’t worry about interrupting me” He kept saying “I am the one who came here, in the first place. Pretty unusual for a metalhead, right ?” He chuckled softly.

You were about to pass out on every word this man was saying to you. It was very bad. You loved hearing him laugh quietly, already.

“It’s fine… The security guard told me about it. You can stay if you need to… So, hum.. you are ?”

“I’m Ricky Olson, from Motionless in White. You can call me Ricky”

“I’m Y/N” You said, your voice shivering. “Enchanted to meet you. I’m a fan of your band.”

He arched a brow, a bit stunned, but he kept his sweet smile to you.

“Well, thank you ! That’s very flattering coming from an opera singer. I wasn’t expecting that at all. What a pleasant surprise.”

A pleasant surprise, he said. He gave you an indirect compliment but still… It made you smile. He said you were pleasant… You threw away this random thought coming in your mind. Come on, it wasn’t the time to make weird scenarios.

“I've been a big fan of metal and metalcore music since my childhood. So that’s not new, for me. I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover” You tried to joke nervously.

Ricky giggled as an approval. Oh God, you loved hearing his sweet and quiet laugh. It was so cute.

“Plus, metal and opera singing have more in common to what we might think. And I want to combine these two different styles, if I get the chance to perform on my own.” You added, feeling more brave to talk, all of the sudden.

“Oh really ? Well, I can’t wait to see you perform one day.” He said, with a shy smile, and then looked at your sheet. “What were you rehearsing on ?”

You almost forgot your music sheet you were holding in your hand, too absorbed and excited by the conversation.

“Oh ! Erm… It’s a musical about the Phantom of the Opera.”

“I’ve heard about it” He said, his curiosity peaked. “I watched a movie about the musical. Very impressive. Who are you playing ?”

“The main protagonist girl, Christine.” You replied timidly. “ And I need to practice the part where she follows the Phantom in his cave, below the stage.”

“Can I see it ?” He asked so politely you felt your heart melt.

You lend him the paper, not daring to look directly at him or even touching his hand by accident, even if you wanted to. You didn’t want to make things awkward for him. He didn’t seem to notice your embarrassment as he was reading the script. Just a minute after, he lended you back your sheet, a serious or a poker-face look on his face.

“If you need a partner, I can be the Phantom for your rehearsal. I have memorized his lines. They aren't that long. It’s to make it up to you for disturbing your workplace.” He said as he owed you something.

You felt your jaw drop. You didn’t even believe what you just heard. Ricky... offering his help to play the Phantom for you ?! He didn’t need to apologize or even to feel like he owed you. The opera was open to the musicians after all. You were too happy about his request. Even if it was for a few minutes long, you thought you were gonna pass out for the second time. Also you were very amazed by his photographic memory to remember lines in such a short time.

“Well, you don’t owe me anything. Don’t worry about it. But, if you don’t mind, it would be an honor for me to rehearse with you” You cleared your throat.

You saw him smile, again, looking down on his shoes awkwardly. Then, he removed his guitar and chair away, trying to get some space. It was so thoughtful and adorable of him. Did his cheeks get pink colored just now..?

You turned your back on him, slapping your cheeks to get your focusing back. You did a few voice warm ups, before getting into your character. The kind, innocent and beautiful Christine. Your complete opposite.

You didn’t even remember how your coworkers and manager agreed to give you such an important role. They were always saying your voice was fitting her. You weren’t sure if they were mocking you or not about it. Either way, you didn’t like that role. It was putting you out of your comfort zone, making you more vulnerable than you already were.

But strangely, in front of Ricky, you didn’t mind being vulnerable. You barely met him, for real, only for ten minutes, and yet it felt like you knew each other for ages. His presence was making you feel more at ease. Almost reassuring.

Once you were ready, you shifted to face him, waving your arms with grace as you were dancing.

“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls me, and speaks my name.”

You spined on your feet, slowly getting closer to him while keeping singing.

“And do I dream again. For now, I found The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside my mind.”

You paused, remembering the piano notes playing while you danced quietly. Then it was Ricky’s turn. He took a step forward to you and reached a hand in your direction, like a gentleman. You could tell something has changed in his temper. As if his aura was getting more mysterious and sinister.

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, in glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there… Inside your mind.”

Oh God, you were having goosebumps when you heard him sing so low, and yet, so divine. He was so elegant by singing these lines. He was charming and elegant all the time, but this… This was different. Both of you were getting closer to each other, each time you were singing. Your turn came again.

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...”

“It’s me they hear.”

Then the part where both of you were singing along came too.

“Your spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there…”

“...Inside my mind…”

“...Inside your mind.”

Ricky was getting closer to your face, gently putting a hand on your back as if you were dancing together. You didn’t push him away. You were too much focused on your role and on his. He glanced at you with his blue iced eyes which was making you melt even more inside.

“In all your fantasies, you always knew. That man and mystery…”

“... were both in you.” You finished.

This time felt like the two of you were talking directly to each other and not as your characters. At least, that’s how you felt. Both of you kept singing together, your voices harmonizing. You remembered the next coming verse was the one you were the most struggling with, while Ricky was making you spin gently on your heels.

“Sing for me, my Angel of Music.” He said.

“He’s there… The Phantom of the Opera.”

“Sing for me.”

As he said, you began to vocalize gradually, getting higher and higher.

“Sing, my Angel of Music.” Ricky ordered.

You obeyed, getting even more higher.

“Sing for me.” He repeated more deeply.

You did as he said, feeling your voice getting so high pitched, like an angel would’ve sounded. It was so graceful, you even surprised yourself by doing it. You didn’t think it was possible for you. Yet, you felt you were soon getting out of breath and tried to hold on for the last part.

“Sing for me !” He said louder.

And so you gave every breath you had left in your lungs. Pushing your voice to its limits. As you were screaming. Screaming for the Phantom in front of you.

You managed to hold ten seconds of the scream before stopping. Ricky looked at you with widened eyes, impressed and captivated by your performance. You were catching your breath as you saw his mouth moving, talking to you. But you didn’t hear what he said as he was interrupted by loud applause coming from the stands, which surprised you both.

“Bravo ! Bravo ! Absolutely stunning !”

You recognized the voice. It was your manager’s, ruining this beautiful moment you had with Ricky. You knew this wasn’t a good sign for you. You just hoped that eccentric man wasn’t going to drag Ricky too, in to whatever mess he was planning…

#motionless in white #ricky olson #ricky olson fanfic #miw fanfic #ricky horror olson #ricky horror #ricky olson x female reader #phantom of the opera like #some romance #some angst #some fluff #motionless in white fanfic #miw band #fanfiction

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ch4p3lofbl00d · 1 year ago

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Eternally Yours~Ricky Olson

Y/N Pov

I'm in the pantry, looking for pasta noodles. I'm making pasta for dinner; both me and Ricky have been craving it for weeks, but I finally went to the grocery store today to get what I needed to make the pasta.

I got the noodles, sauce, cheese, and meat. I think that's everything. I put the noodles in the pot, while the meat was cooking. I heard footsteps enter the kitchen, and warm, strong arms wrap around my waist, and a soft kiss getting planted on my head.

"Hey baby" I smiled, looking my husband, Ricky's voice. "Hi love" I looked up at him, and saw him smiling at me, softly. "What you making, love?"

I poured the sauce into the meat and stirred it around, and said "pasta" I smiled as Ricky started jumping up and down like a child on Christmas or some shit.

I felt his strong arms wrap around my small figure and hug me tighter than he ever has. I never thought he would be this happy about pasta, but here we are. "I didn't realize that you loved pasta that much" I laughed, and saw him shake his head and say "I love pasta, but I love you more, Mrs. Olson. You're eternally mine until we both rot in hell"

I blushed when he said that. Whenever he called me "Mrs. Olson" it made me feel butterflies and made me blush like crazy. Ricky has this effect on me. Whenever he's around or whenever I think about him, I immediately start having uncontrollably butterflies.

Even after being married for almost two years, it still happens and I can never control it. I guess his cuteness has control over me.

I heard him chuckle at my pink tinted cheeks. I felt his lips on me once again, but this time they were in my lips. I kissed him back, and smiled into the kiss.

We both backed away after a few seconds, and I continued on making dinner with some help from Ricky.

As I was mixing the noodles with the meat sauce, I started quietly singing 'Eternally Yours'. I was hoping that Ricky wouldn't hear because I'm insecure about my singing voice, but to my luck, he did hear.

His arms once again wrapped around my waist, and his beautiful, angelic voice, whispered "so tell me your secrets, join me in pieces. To rot in this garden made of stone. Eternally yours"

We spent the rest of the night, dancing and singing to Motionless in the kitchen. After we ate our plates of pasta, we laid down on the couch, cuddling each other, watching old interviews of Motionless.

I nuzzled my face into his neck, and slowly fell asleep, laying in his arms, feing safe. Before I fell asleep, I felt Ricky's lips kiss my head, and him quietly singing "I'm willing to rot in hell with you"

Thank you so much for reading! :3 🖤🥀

#fanfiction #fanfic #emo #motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #ricky horror #ricky olson #2000s emo #eternally yours #pasta #pasta and noodles #gothic romanticism #gothic romance #goth #motionless in white imagines #motionless in white fanfic

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beaker1636 · 1 year ago

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I is for Impact Play (Sorry to you Iguana lovers)

AN: I actually really love this one and hope I did it some justice... this is just kind of where my mind went. I wanted to showcase the love between them while he also did some things that might hurt her too, if I am making any sense. Anyways here ya'll go, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this one!

“I come bearing a gift for you,” Justin says the second that Rick opens his front door, the shorter man grumbling at how excited the other is.

“Well you are clearly in a good morning,” Rick says, rolling his eyes and stepping aside so his friend can step into his house out of the cold weather.

“I won’t be here long, I was just dropping this off for you letter before Vanny and I go out for lunch,” he hands the bag to his friend, waiting to see how he reacts when he opens the bag.

Rick takes a look inside the bag and then glances at Justin, confused. “Is this not something that starts with F?” he asks, holding the flogger that he pulled out of the bag in his hand.

“It works for I because Impact Play. The flogger came from Chris, he promised that he hadn't used it yet. I was just asking where to get one because if anyone would know it would be him. Anyways, Mia said that Naomi has asked about what it feels like before and she also mentioned that Naomi has said she enjoys being a sub sometimes so I figured… give you guys a treat that you would enjoy after last time. So yeah, I for impact play. Have fun!”

Justin practically bolts from the door before Rick responds, not wanting to face Rick should he be upset because being on Rick's bad side is something nobody wants. He didn’t realize that Rick was actually looking forward to this, it is something new for you both but nothing ridiculous.

Later

Ricky glances out the window at you, noticing that you have been sitting in your car for a couple minutes since you got home. Judging by how you are slumped in your seat and seem to be lost in thought he can tell that it has been a bad day for you, meaning that you would want to cling to him the second that you did walk into the house.

He moves to sit on the couch so that he is ready for you when you slowly get out of your car, making your way in the house. You tend to crave his touch and love when you have had a bad day, so he knew what to expect.

The second you kick off your shoes by the front door you make your way over to him, straddling his lap as you sit and burying your face in his neck, happy when his arms wrap tightly around you, holding you close.

“You good baby?” He asks you softly, one of his hands rubbing circles on your back while the other stays on your lower back.

“Yeah, it was just a long day is all. Give me a few minutes and then I’ll be out of your hair,” you mumble, kissing the side of his neck softly while you sit there.

He gives you exactly what you need, sitting there in silence slowly rubbing your back while you try and relax some. He honestly misses these moments with you and loves them just as much as you do, but he has never told you that. When you relax enough you finally break the silence.

“What is our letter baby?” You ask softly, moving so that you can look at him while he answers you.

“Impact play, Justin dropped off a flogger for us to use tonight. I know you have been curious about it, and judging by your mood… do you want me to take charge tonight? Make all your decisions for you so that you can relax and have no responsibilities? It has been awhile since we have done this,” he asks you softly, watching your face to see your reactions as he asks.

You nod your head against his neck again, not wanting to say out loud that you are excited to try this, Mia really has made you interested in this side of things but you aren’t one to ask for any of it. Rick has always had to somewhat guess or get hints of the fact you are into these things from Chris, and that is simply because Mia has mentioned that they have talked about them.

“Alright, I want you to go shower, wash away your bad day while I go and finish cooking dinner. I’ll help you get dry and dressed once you are done baby girl,” he says softly, moving so that he can leave you a soft, delicate kiss. Letting you know that he is getting into the role already, letting you give up control to him.

“Yes sir,” you respond before slowly climbing off his lap and making your way to your bathroom so that you can take your shower. Taking your time washing your hair, using your favorite body wash, and just relaxing as the hot water helps relax your aching muscles. Letting yourself slip into sub mode as you slowly feel the tension leave your body.

Stepping out of your shower you text him letting him know that you are done, he comes to get you out of the bathroom and leads you to your shared room.

“Should we get you dressed and ready for tonight my sweet girl?” He asks you softly while going through your drawers, finding his favorite black lacy set that he thinks looks amazing on you before making his way over to you.

He slowly peels the towel off of you, starting to slowly dry your body with it while ghosting his fingers along your skin, leaving teasing touches as he moves. He finally moves to help you slip into the bra and panties he picked out for you before he moves to towel dry your hair. Once it is just damp he braids it for you, taking his time to lightly massage your scalp as he goes, knowing that it will help relax you more.

“Thank you sir,” you say softly, not making eye contact as you glance towards him. You usually avoid it when you are in this state of mind, finding you tend to be extra shy when he takes care of you like this.

“I am going to go get our plates ready, I want you to put your remote control egg in while I do so and then meet me at the couch with your silk rope for me baby, okay?” He instructs you, again leaving a soft, lingering kiss on your lips before slipping out of your room so that you can do just what he asked of you.

When you step into the living room, restraints in hand, Rick opens his arms and directs you to step towards him, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m going to tie your hands behind your back before we eat, I have it all ready so that I can feed you, give you a drink when needed. I told you that I am going to take care of you, and I intend to do just that. If any of this is too much let me know baby, okay?” He asks you, looking at you closely to make sure that you heard his words.

“Yes sir,” you reply, before turning your back towards him so that he can tie your hands behind your back. You give him a nod when he asks if they feel alright before having you sit on the couch next to him.

Rick does just like he says, giving you a sip of water and then a few bites of your food before you suddenly feel the vibrator turn on. You aren’t expecting it when it happens so you lightly squirm, caught off guard when you suddenly feel it moving inside of you.

“Don’t cum without me saying it is allowed, I would hate to have to punish my sweet girl,” he says lowly, offering you another bite of dinner as the toy continues to vibrate inside of you.

He continues to edge you for what feels like hours but in all actuality was maybe about half an hour as he feeds you. A few times just to tease him back you suck or nibble on the fingers in your mouth which earned you a couple smacks to your thighs, not that you are complaining about it at all.

He seems to be able to tell when you are getting close, stopping and shutting off the toy every time before you fall over the edge. Desperate to cum you figured out if you shift just right he doesn’t notice and it makes the toy move in a way that feels amazing, but he caught on and made you stop right away. When you finally finish dinner you let out a sigh of relief, praying that it meant that the edging was done and he might finally let you get off.

“Are you ready to move to our room?” He asks you softly as one of his hands runs lightly over the skin of your thigh, knowing that you wanted him to move his hand up higher but never doing it, not ready to give you what you need from him.

“Please sir,” you huff out, unable to help the whimpering tone that your words have as they come out.

He stands up first, grabbing your elbow softly so that he can help you stand up and also helping you keep your balance as you walk into your bedroom.

Stopping right in front of the edge of your bed he turns you so that you are looking at him, giving you one last soft, gentle kiss. “Tell me if it is too much and I need to stop, okay? Don’t be afraid to tell me I need to stop.”

“Of course,” you respond, now feeling him lightly pushing you towards the bed, urging you to lay down.

“On your belly baby, fuck, I am going to make your ass the prettiest shade of pink tonight,” he groans out as he helps you lay down exactly how he wants you in the center of the bed.

You feel the bed dip as he kneels next to you, slowly sliding your panties down your thighs as he trails his hands over your ass and thighs with them.

“Fuck baby girl, you are drenched. You like me tying you up only to take care of you and edging you while you are unable to stop me don’t you?” you can hear the groan in his voice as he lightly trails one of his fingers through your folds, feeling just how wet he has gotten you. “Do you think that you can be good for me if I left the toy inside you while you are flogged?”

“Yes sir, I will be good,” you whine out, shifting slightly. “You would like to see it in me right sir?”

“Yes baby, I think I would like to see it inside of you,” he says with a chuckle, leaving a stinging smack on your ass after his words are out. You moan softly and try not to move after the spank, wanting to be good for him so he continues to do it.

“This is going to be perfect if you can promise to stay still for me,” he says, now moving off the bed again, you feel goosebumps raise on your skin as you know what is now coming.

“I’ll be good, promise.” Well, I will try the best I can, you think after the words leave your mouth.

“Close your eyes baby girl, focus on what you are feeling, how good you are going to feel,” he says softly, moving across the room to go grab the toy that you have been waiting for all evening, wanting to feel the cool leather on your skin.

You feel the toy inside of you buzzing back to life before the first lash hits you, making you whine as the pain radiates across your ass. Not a terrible kind of pain, but feeling like a strong thud, almost like a stronger spanking. You fight the urge to shift as it comes down on you again, your body slowly adjusting to the feeling and relaxing, bringing you right to the edge of something you can’t describe from the two toys. Some of the blows moving to your back as he continues, but never doing it too hard, and rubbing spots that he can tell are getting really sore before he does another one.

“Come on baby, cum for me, surrender to what you are feeling,” he says with a groan when he can tell you are close again, you finally let go, letting this orgasm wash over you in waves, more intense than you have ever felt before in your life. You find yourself slowly going limp as he stops, slowly removing the toy from you and untying your arms so that you can move.

“Do you think that you can take me baby? I won’t be upset if you say no, you did such a good job giving yourself to me like that,” he whispers more praises to you as you come down from your high.

“Yes sir, please, I want to feel you inside of me,” you whine softly, pulling on his shirt to get his lips on yours as you both lazily kiss for a moment.

You slip his shirt off before letting him pull away so that he can remove his jeans and underwear before he settles himself back over the top of you, kissing you gently again as he slides inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you as he begins to rock his hips into yours, slowly thrusting inside of you, teasing you at first.

“Please, just, I want you to fuck me, you pant out, begging for him to get rougher.

He gives in, giving you what you want as he harshly slams his hips into yours, getting rough with you as you both feel the orgasm build inside of you. You finish first with a loud moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, sending you over the edge. A few more thrusts and he releases inside of you, slowly stilling his movements.

The two of you lay there for a moment before he slides himself off of you, grabbing a washcloth that he already had in the room to help you clean up. Gently cleaning up the mess that is between your thighs before sitting next to you again on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

“You did so perfect baby, so well for me. You don’t hurt too bad do you?” he asks, watching you closely.

He can tell that you are starting to drift off to sleep when you go to answer, “it was nice, but let’s not do it too often.”

He chuckles, noticing that your eyes starting to close he helps you move so that your head is laying down on the pillows, then moving to lay next to you, moving so that he is spooning with you before pulling the blankets over both of you.

Truthfully, he has shit he wants to get done, that he needs to get done. But you look so comfortable, so perfect laying there all fucked out and tired that he can’t bring himself to leave you, he feels like he has to stay with you so he gives in, curling up with you and letting himself go to sleep early for the night. All while thinking that he hopes he made your day better, he knows that letting you fall into subspace always relaxes you, and if he can do that for you even just a little bit one your bad days he gladly will. This man will do whatever he can to help you, willing to give you the world if he could, and he drifts off to sleep thinking about just how much he loves you, thinking that maybe he needs to stop hiding the ring that he has for you and finally ask what he has been wanting to for awhile.

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