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Title: The Beast You've Made of Me [Part 1/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Wordcount: 3977

Summary: When reader wakes up in her own grave, she's suddenly aware of a past that spans lifetimes, but she's not the only one. Two Avengers are tasked with keeping readers past a secret, or at the very least, controlled.

Warnings: Being buried alive, claustrophobia, guns, general violence, cold leftovers and horrible grammar.

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The weight of dirt was beginning to make the lid of the state provided casket buckle. It wasn’t very sturdy despite its drastic price that the government contemplated paying. It would have been easier to cremate, send you into the afterlife with the kiss of fire white-hot enough to melt bone. But your will had been specific, not necessarily written by you, but detailing that you must be buried, nonetheless.

No state representative wanted to have the ghost of a twenty-something paralegal on their hands. Though most were Roman Catholic and believed whole-heartedly that once a candle was lit in recognition a spirit couldn’t possibly seek vengeance. Still, they respected your wishes.

No, not your wishes. You were too young to even think of a will, or any specifications that would result in your burial. You still swallowed two cans of candle-flavored alcoholic seltzer with your sad dinner of microwaveable lasagna. You hadn’t made a habit of signing legal documents between sloppy bites and buzzed naps in the sun.

Which begged the question of why you were in a casket in the first place, and why dirt was starting to sprinkle down from the creaking wood above. Doctors made mistakes, but burying you alive? Well- shit, that was less of a mistake and more of a deliberate ignorance.

Your body was stiff, cold and unwelcoming to the life that suddenly thrummed through you. Maybe you had been dead. Nothing two full bottles of Advil couldn’t ebb out of you. Your fingertips pushed against the fabric lining, testing the validity of the box you were in.

This was all somehow extremely familiar; the darkness that swam around you, the putrid scent of your own breath after being beneath the earth for God knows how long. You could taste the film on your teeth and almost craved a toothbrush more than you did freedom. Almost.

Despite the pain in your calves, you situated yourself to where your feet pressed against the lid. With just a little leverage maybe you could push hard enough to free yourself. There was a rhythmic shoveling above; so you weren’t completely packed in yet.

Suddenly, very thankful for the yoga classes Jennifer was making you take, you maneuvered until you got enough strength to push. For a few agonizing moments, nothing budged except your spine. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A few more breaths and a harder push and the latches on the outside of the casket seemed to give way to the pressure with a small pop. You could taste dirt, feel it in your eyes.

Another brisk shove and the lid flung off it’s hinges, crashing loudly against the meticulously carved grave. You winced at the cold soil that suddenly surrounded you. Worms squirmed against your skin and that was enough for you to sit up with gusto, holding back a stomach full of vomit. Formaldehyde? It tasted terrible, either way.

You shivered and dusted yourself off. It was either early morning or just before dusk. You couldn’t tell but the electric blue sky had just started to fade to orange. You wouldn’t have been able to handle the sun being in full force, barely blinking away the color of the world, much brighter than the dark box you’d dismantled.

And boy, did you dismantle it. You’d only intended to push it up, free yourself, but the cheap wood had splintered and crumbled under just a little force. You stood in the wreckage and peered up at the company you had obtained.

“What the fuck?!”

It was a man who looked younger than you in his fear. He held a shovel in his hands, hugging it close to his chest. His mouth was slightly opened and his deep brown eyes were widened in fear and shock. The knees of his dark blue jumpsuit were stained with dirt and water.

“Can you give me a boost?” You croaked.

“A boost… I, fuck, I shouldn’t’ have taken this job.”

“You can quit after you help me out of this hole.” You shivered, looking down at the dirt below your feet. You swore you saw it pulse like a heartbeat. Too many worms, maybe even a few spiders. You’d never been too fond of bugs. You reached your caked hand up. “Please.”

He made a small noise in the back of his throat. “I don’t want to be patient zero.”

“Do I look like a zombie to you?”

“A little,”

“Now I’m offended and freezing my ass off.”  

He regarded you, probably checking for a nasty festering bite, yellowing skin and any general signs of reanimation. When he didn’t find any, he reached a shaking hand down to you. Both of you struggled and strained until you found the perfect hold on the side of the grave. God- you were never so happy to touch grass.

You panted and stared up at the sky, stars were starting to pockmark the navy blue. It was, in fact, night. The metal tip of a shovel was pointed towards your neck. “Aw, come on, I thought we bonded there.”

“I’m talking to a corpse, we are not bonding.”

“Where are we?” You ignored his pointed stare and tilted yourself up on your elbows. A cemetery was the easy answer. But you wanted to know which one. There were at least 1,700 in the state of New York alone, and they all looked deceivingly the same. “Do I have to take a cab to Manhattan?”

“Uh, you’re in White Plains. Mount Calvary cemetery. I’m- I’m sorry, is this not freaking you out at all?”

You frowned, patting the pockets of a pair of jeans (why the hell would they bury you in jeans, they were the worst). In a long exhale you said. “Shit. I think worms ate my cash.”

It was a longshot to even think that your phone would be in your pocket. It wasn’t. But that left you stranded almost an hour, by car, outside of the city. It would be morning by the time you made it back and that was if no-one pulled up to the side of the road and tried their luck.

You did the only thing you can think of and peered up at this stranger with watery, wide eyes. It wasn’t a move you pulled often, meaning it still worked on Jennifer, on your mother and your father. This was a last resort and you were certainly willing to use it to your advantage.

“What? No.” He shook his head “No! No! Absolutely not. You just dug yourself out of a grave I fucking refuse-“

His name was Austin and he drove a 2002 Ford that needed to warm up for a few minutes before he even considered pulling out of the gravel drive. He was pressed as far as possible away from you and that didn’t exactly boost your confidence, but honestly, truthfully, you would take what you could get at this point.

Austin asked if you were freaking out, and you were. Everything was patchy and black in some places. You couldn’t remember how you’d ended up in a casket. It was clearly a situation that irked you for more than one reason. The forefront of which; no one had attended your funeral.

You weren’t even from White Plains. You’d known from your day job that this place had more than one government funded cemetery. So, most likely, you were given a half-rate priest with liquor on his breath and a funeral director that may have taken the twenty from your pocket, not the worms.

Your stomach clenched as Austin began to drive. He was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel nervously, and could you blame him? A corpse was in his passenger seat. Though, you felt alive enough.

“What’s your name?” He eventually asked, flicking on his high beams. You were on a long and deserted road flanked by oak trees. The occasional field passed by, the reflective quarter-sized eyes of cows blinking at the truck. “Frankenstein?”

You snorted, “Ha-ha. Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, you know? And I don’t remember my pitiful grave being struck by lightning.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“Perhaps.”

“Pitiful? Really? I work hard to maintain those graves.”

“I’m sure they’re lovely.” There was a rolling beat of silence. He glanced at you twice before shrugging his shoulders and leaning his chest closer to the wheel to see better. “It’s y/n. Wasn’t it written on the stone?”

Austin shook his head softly, “No, they don’t put the stone in until later. I’m supposed to spray paint a neon ‘x’ on the packed dirt, so they know what to make.”

How humiliating. You’d supposedly died, no one came to your funeral, and you were reduced to less than a quarter of spray paint. There was a system to everything, but this one made your self-importance fizzle out like a covered candle. There one moment and gone the next.

“Do you have a plan?” Austin changed the subject.

“A plan?”

“Yeah, like, are you just going to show up and say surprise, I’m alive? I’ve seen a lot of horror movies and that never goes well.”

Well, that was your plan. It was a damned good one too. There was nowhere else for you to go. While this near stranger was nice enough, you couldn’t impose on him for more than a single ride. His kind chocolate stare was telling enough. He would let you stay with him as long as it took to figure all of… this, out.

“Yeah,” You sighed out, leaning your head against the cool glass “That’s all I’ve got.”

Jennifer’s apartment building had a small box that required a code for entry. You knew the right numbers to press in the right order, they had faded away from regular use, but the door was always propped open by a cinderblock to let in the cool summer air.

If it rained hard enough, New Yorkers would take partial shelter under the awnings, and sometimes going as far as to loiter in the front lobby by the large set of mailboxes. They were the oldest and most fascinating part of the building, large and wrought iron. Allegedly, they’d survived three building fires.

Thankfully, no one but you stood in the lobby as you watched Austin’s taillights flicker out of existence. You’d have to thank him later- of course, you hadn’t gotten his number, but you knew where her work. At least where he worked up until now.

Escorting someone who had kicked their way out of their own grave back into the city was grounds for quitting, in your book.

The elevator was the second oldest thing in the building, but you somehow felt a wave of relief wash over you when the familiar warmth pressed against your skin. The mechanics jolted and hummed like an old lawn mower. All of these were comfortable.

Hunger tinged at your stomach in one fail swoop of feeling. You steadied yourself against the reflective interior of the elevator as it rose to the highest floor. Each number was signified in a loud and crude beep. You were tempted to hit the emergency stop; gaging the feeling in your abdomen.

Brains?

Yeah, the thought of them was absolutely unappetizing. Austin had gotten into your head. There was no innate need to dig your teeth into flesh and devour. In fact, you became more nauseous at the idea than before it popped into your head.

Zombies were chained to shitty horror movies you and Jennifer curled up to watch every Friday night, making fun of the gelatin that was used for wiggly guts and the cooked rice substituted for maggots. You could go for rice right now.

Knowing your best friend, she would have some sort of left-over cuisine in her fridge and you didn’t hesitate to run your fingers over the top of the doorframe to procure her hidden key, taped with a single strip of adhesive to the surrounding paneling.

Her apartment was dark save for the small tank with a one-finned goldfish named Gus. He barely regarded you, the dull buzz of his home and the pale blue light gave you all the vision you needed. Again, the familiarity of Jennifer’s apartment warmed you, comforted you. If you stopped for too long, you’d think about it all too much.

Waking up in a grave, not remember how you got there in the first place. When was the last time you’d had a meal? You’d purposefully avoided the side mirrors in Austin’s car, even the rearview was gently nudged by your dirt-caked hand. One thing at a time.

The fridge swung open with a satisfying pop and you were never more thankful for the red and white takeout containers that rested on the top shelf next to a box of wine. Neither of you ever claimed to be fancy.

You knew Jennifer’s order like the back of your hand. Sweet and sour chicken with a side of fried rice and no matter what, you would eat it cold. When the scent hit you, you even considered going forkless. If not for the slick dirt under your nails, you would have.

There was instant satisfaction in shoveling a mouthful of rice into your mouth, you barely chewed before swallowing. The neon light from the open fridge illuminated your shame and you swore that Gus, the one-finned fish, was judging you. He ate flakes for fucks sake, watching you spoon cold leftovers was the least of his worries.

You’d moved on from the rice and to the chicken before you noticed that you had company. It was a shift in the air, the feeling of being watched. But there was something more too, something like an itch on the back of your neck.

In a split second you turned from your cold meal and lifted your hand up with enough time to grip a wedge golf club that Jennifer had gotten from her father for her twenty-first birthday. They collected dust next to her coatrack, and right now, the metal edge was less than an inch away from slamming into the side of your temple.

You’d never been necessarily graceful, nor good at picking up on your surroundings. You never had to be, not with your work as a paralegal. The worst thing you had to look out for was a bad reaction to burnt office coffee.

Jenn was in an oversized Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of boxers, her eyes were wild, hair even wilder. A bloom of fondness wash over you despite her attempt at assault. You couldn’t blame her either, your mind so one-track on getting a meal that you hadn’t warned your best friend, not in the slightest.

“Fuck! What the fuck!” she wrenched the club away from you and moved to swing again, holding it behind her head like a baseball bat.

“Jesus Christ! Oh my God, put the wedge down!”

“You’re not-“She gulped in a cold breath of air “you died!”

“Don’t hit me with that thing and kill me again!”

Her chest was heaving up and down, fingers tightening against the rubber grip handle. Her eyes were frantic. “Did you eat my leftovers?”

You blinked at her, not sure what to say. She didn’t give you a chance to answer either, instead she sprung forward and wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You breathed her in, her scent of summer rain and freshly cleaned laundry. Her hair tickled your nose but you held her back, held her as if it were the last time you ever would.

Something softly broke within you, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. They slid silently down your cheeks. The fridge closed with a padded thump and plunged you both into the neon blue glow. Eventually, the club fell to the floor with a clank and her fingers fisted your shirt. You were thankful that she didn’t use her full strength.

“How is this happening?”

“I don’t know,” You rasped.

And you didn’t. Everything was so fuzzy and each time you attempted to press the subject in your mind, you felt the start of a headache at the base of your skull. For now, you were perfectly content holding your friend flush against you.

“You smell so bad,” She sobbed.

“Yeah, well, I was dead.”

Jenn pulled back and squeezed both of your shoulders, studying you longer than you had studied yourself, her breath shuddered “Maybe this is one of those Halloween things, like… like you have one night back on earth.”

You gave her a weak smile “It’s June, Jenn.”

She frowned at you, fingers pressing against your goosebump covered skin. “Sweetie, it’s October. You’ve been… gone, four months.”

But you hadn’t been buried since June. You were barely buried this evening. Your body ached from how stiff the casket had been, fingers numbed from the cold. You figured you were jarred, not in a different season altogether.

“I don’t… I don’t remember anything.”  

She swallowed hard, linking her hands behind your, they rested at the base of your spine. You could tell that she was afraid to release her hold on you. Her breath was warm against your collarbone.

“You were hit by a car that blew through a redlight.”

Okay- anticlimactic. You worked alongside Jennifer at Goodman, Lieber, Kurzberg and Holliway on cases that were focused on Inhumans, superheroes and supernatural beings that had gotten themselves into legal trouble. Being taken out by a car accident wasn’t on your top-five ways to go.

“It was all very… weird. They wouldn’t’ let me see you, and at first, I thought it was because we’re not family, but they didn’t let them in either. I even pulled the attorney card, which I’m not proud of, but they refused to let us even identify you.”

She withdrew her touch and started to pace around the kitchen. It was her way of thinking, and now that she was sure that you were a solid being, she was free to move around. “Even when I got six feet tall, mean and green, they wouldn’t let me in. I was two seconds from calling Bruce.”

Jenn stopped and lifted both eyebrows at you “You look remarkable for someone who has been under the earth for months.”

“I was being buried today in White Plains. I’m assuming there was no funeral, then?”

“No… no. They had said that private arrangements had been made and it’s my guess that those were keeping you on ice until now.”

You winced at the phrasing. You were never too fond of hospitals and the blocks in your memory scared you more than anything. If what Jennifer was saying was right, then, you may not have died in that intersection. You may have been through something much, much worse.

“Sorry,” She sighed out, desensitized just as you were. “Y/n, you can’t remember anything?”

“No,” The word came out as a broken whisper.

The two of you stood in a quiet moment. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you held onto that feeling. It was there, you were there, pockmarked memory and all. You felt the urge to reach out and hold Jennifer again, suddenly so exhausted you didn’t’ imagine your legs holding you up much longer.

Her eyes flickered down to the center of your chest and then back up to your stare with an immeasurable amount of fear. When you gazed down at the dirt-stained shirt, you saw a red dot, quivering as if a hand was behind it’s direction. Your shoulders slumped.

“aw, fuck.”

Jennifer let out a scream as her front door was splintered open and flung with great force across the room. The two windows that overlooked the view of the city shattered as heels broke against the panes. The one singular dot had changed to seven, long-range rifles aimed at you, and you were suddenly very sad that your last meal would be cold leftover rice.

Even in the dark, you knew that they had knocked over the fishtank holding Gus, multicolored rocks and glass slid across the wooden floor. There were light gray circles against the breasts of these intruders, a bird with outstretched wings in it’s center.

Your hands went up reflexively, both you ducked behind the breakfast nook, you were close to plugging your ears, the red dots trained on the fridge now, “Oh my god, did you call SHIELD?”

“No! No, I didn’t even know you were alive three minutes ago, I was going to hit you with a golf club and call the cops, not SHIELD.”

They were assholes and tight-lipped about everything, always. It was hard to get a phone call back from them divulging information about ongoing lawsuits, but now they were in front of you, guns raised and depriving Jennifer’s fish of life.

“Gus is going to drown,” You whispered harshly back.

“He’s a fish, he can’t drown.”

“In air.”

There was obvious shifting of firearms. The Agents were all calculated and still with their movements, there wasn’t subtle noise without intent. A gruff, raspy female voice called out to you. “Come out with your hands up, y/n.”

You peaked over the breakfast bar and squinted into the darkness. Your body was not equipped for this. It was already protesting from kicking open the casket with a bought of strength. It certainly wasn’t prepared for this.

Most of the agents were in swat gear, bullet-proof vests and helmets, their faces were covered with balaclava’s, leaving only small strips of exposed skin and eyes trained on you. You hadn’t had this much attention directed at you since your fifth-grade talent show, and you figured the last time would be your funeral, but that hadn’t gone exactly to plan.

The woman who was speaking was in a tactical suit. She didn’t’ bother to cover her identity, she didn’t have to. This was the Black Widow. Natasha Romanoff. Jennifer had gotten drunk one night after a losing case and told you about her cousin having a bit of a fling with her. You’d met Bruce, and that was… unbelievable in the nicest way possible.

Her emerald eyes were trained on you, serious and hard. A tingle ripped up your spine and your stomach squirmed at her scrutiny. Maybe it was the rice and the chicken, but you felt the urge to vomit. You wanted her to say your name again, despite not understanding why she knew it in the first place.

Jennifer gripped your ankle, shaking her head ‘no’ vigorously. Really, you should trust your lawyer friend.

The Black widow let out a sigh, the tip of her handgun pointed to the ground. “You can either come out, or I’ll blow a hole through your chest. Your choice.”

Your gaze flashed down to Jenn and she seemed to have changed her mind within a second, nodding with caution. “Okay, okay.”

Once you were at full height, the room bustled in movement. Your eyes remained on the Black Widow, and hers on yours. Your mouth felt dry, the tip of her gun pushing against your ribs before she flipped you and bent you over the granite counter. Jennifer was using her heels to scoot back to the fridge, trying to avoid the agents swarming around.

Metal cuffs were slapped against your wrists. The Black Widow was pressed flush against you, her warmth dominating. She grasped the back of your shirt and pulled you up. You were, for a fleeting moment, at her mercy. Her fingers searched your pockets, padded down your sides. Once she figured you clean, she holstered her weapon. “Y/n Y/l/n,” she husked in your ear. You suppressed a shiver, knowing she’d feel any move you made right now. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

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Y/N knew her job, and she did it well.

Sit still, look pretty. Perched on her favorite client’s lap, his strong thigh covered in a trouser that matched the blazer that probably cost more than she’d made in the last 3 months, she sipped her champagne quietly and ‘let the men talk.’

Harry Styles was an enigma. He had popped up a few weeks ago, bringing her to a dinner after a debriefing in a lux hotel in one of the bigger hotels on the Vegas strip. The window had overlooked it all, a penthouse that seemed to be used quite frequently considering the fridge had been stocked and he had socks stuffed in a drawer that she’d used later that night.

“I need you to sit on my lap, keep me company.” He had said plainly. The man was intimidating. Broad and tall, soft brown hair swept back and off his forehead. Stubble shadowing his face and over his lip, his features were sharp and his eyes a little harsh, but she could whole heartedly admit that he was the most attractive client she’d ever had. Being a year in after escaping a situation that was still haunting her nightmares, she had been eager to accept the higher paying and well vetted job she had, thank god, stumbled into. It wasn’t conventional, no, but nothing really was in Vegas.

“I can do that.” She replied, hands folded in her lap. He stood before her as she had sat on the couch, looking up at him as he spoke. “Is that all we’re doing in our time together?” To put it in a nicer way of asking. She could have bluntly asked if he was going to want sex, but she did try to at least have a little decorum- until the situation granted the freedom of it. It wasn’t uncommon for her and she was safe, tested, and generally did enjoy sex- but it was a job. This time, however, would probably be enjoyed more than she had in the past. A real attraction to the man would be helpful in many parts of making this more enjoyable.

“Who said that?” He rose a brow, looking down at her. It was a smoldering look but she couldn’t find it in herself to look away as he got closer and tilted her chin up. “I intend to take everything you’ll offer. I’d suggest canceling your plans for tomorrow.” She didn’t have to ask why. It was clear this man intended to fuck her, and fuck her well.

Spoiler- he did.  Harry had, for all intents and purposes, rocked her shit. So when she found his name on her books twice the next week, she hadn’t complained. She’d been excited, actually, considering she’d been able to feel the sting of her ass when she’d sat in the Lyft the next morning to take her to her apartment. Another good thing about him, she found as she looked in her purse, was that he tipped extremely well. More than was deserved, if she was being honest, but the one time the girl brought it up he had shoved another hundred dollar bill into the waistband of her sleep shorts and sent her on her way.

It had become known to her that he specifically requested her. If she wasn’t available, he’d offer more money than the other client was paying- and her Madam had no problem with that, considering it upped her cut. She found herself with him 3 times this week, frequenting clubs and drowning out business talk as his large hand splayed across her waist and the other hand held a sweaty amber colored liquor on the rocks. Much to many of her friends and client’s surprise, Y/N didn’t drink much. She stuck to lighter things, champagne and rosé, and kept to a one to two drink maximum. She preferred keeping a clear head when on the job and honestly? Drinking wasn’t her thing. A buzz was nice, but anything past that meant a headache in the morning. She wasn’t a morning person to begin with.

This meeting was going past its normal time, making her wonder what was being said. If she was being frank- Y/N didn’t do much listening in his meetings. It felt like they were talking in code, another language, and she couldn’t be assed to listen about imports and exports and blah, blah, blah. Her brain was happy to sit and be warm on a handsome man’s lap, observing the dance floor. Dancing used to be so fun, something she’d always loved to do as a child. Now she didn’t get to do as much, even though she’d wished she could. Club dancing was far different than her normal type but if she was on the balcony of the most VIP of the VIP sections, she was going to take her people watching to the next level.

“Y’alright?” His raspy voice breathed over her ear, not taking his eyes off the men who were talking amongst themselves. “I know it’s late. We can go back soon.” While Harry wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person, he did respect her time. He was a little scary, truthfully, and she didn’t want to upset him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was respectful and kind to her, he spoiled her with tips and orgasms, and she had no complaints. If staying out a bit later than he had said was the least of her worries besides his scowling, she was golden.

“I’m okay.” She smiled. “People watching. Sorry, I’m not paying attention. Dunno what half of the stuff you’re talking about means.”

Y/N had no reality of what he did. No clue. She was too afraid to google him. To ruin the illusion she had of him in her head. He passed the background test and signed the heavy contract that came with hiring her, so he wasn’t about to harm her or anything- and from what she’s learned in Vegas, sometimes you’re better off not knowing. There was a lot of shady business practices that went on. It was legitimately upset her if he was a bad person outside of the law, so she decided not to go searching for answers she possibly didn’t want to find.

“That’s good.” He murmured, pressing a private kiss underneath her ear. “Don’t worry about it. S’nothing interesting anyways. Got t’keep up appearances.” His voice dropped. “Would much rather be between your thighs. Missed this body while I was away.”

And, Oh. It made her hot, a nervous giggle leaving her throat as the words tickled against her ear. Harry had gone away on a business trip, he’d prefaced it because he had been gone 4 day. He’d prescheduled to meet her on the day he came back. Her stomach did a swoop in her body as the cool hand that held his glass deposited it on the table, finding her thigh and squeezing over it. “You did?”

She had to wonder if he was buttering her up, but the thought was dispelled because Harry didn’t need to do that. He had always been a bit blunt and she liked that about him. Less sweet talk that he didn’t mean. What he said made sense- complimenting her body and her mouth and appearance, what she did for him, but he never went too far and said things he didn’t mean. So she believed him when he nodded, slipping his hand further up her dress and making her swallow thickly. He’d given her pretty lingerie he’d bought from wherever he went, the buttery silk laying against her body under the dress that hugged her figure. Red, he said, because she was a little devil between the sheets. “I did. Got t’bring you with me next time.”

Some girls did that. Y/N wasn’t even sure what the rate would be for a trip, but the idea appealed to her. “You sure you can afford it?” She whispered back, a playful tilt to her lips. Obviously he could. He was by far the wealthiest man she had in her books, evident by the liquor he ordered, the watches he wore and the cars the drove in. It was arousing to her, if she was being honest. When she settled down one day, the one thing she really wanted was financial stability. Maybe that sounded shallow, but with her history with no money and being a little jaded, it made sense to her.

“Can afford that, and a shopping spree for you while I do business.” He brushed his cool fingertips against her slightly damp panties. Harry didn’t smile often, but when he did? It was a smirk. A hot, arrogant little smirk that she should probably be annoyed by, but wasn’t. “Need to get you out of here, though. Have something I want to talk to you about before I sink you down on my cock.” His fingers retreated after a gentle brush to find them wet, moving to her leg as he began to wrap up the meeting. People would listen, even if they weren’t finished- he just had that way about him.

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Y/N had no clue what, exactly, he wanted to talk to her about. They’d had some nice conversations so far about a plethora of things. Movies, books, restaurants, some morals. But it wasn’t too deep. Both of them had seen it for what it was, even if they had impeccable sexual chemistry. She didn’t know the man all that well, only what was told to her and what he had divulged- and knowing the man had a sweet tooth didn’t account for much. So it was slightly intimidating when he asked her to meet him in the living room of the suite as he put away his watch and jacket.

What could he possibly have to talk to her about? Her brain was coming up with nothing.

“C’mere.” He sat himself down on the couch, offering his lap back up to her. It wasn’t something she did in private unless his hands were down her panties or she was riding him, but she decided to go for it. Her heels kicked off to the side, she sat herself back in the familiar way. It had taken her off guard, but his hand took her own and she watched as he flipped it over, thumbing over her ring finger. “I need to ask you a favor. A proposition.” He murmured, calculating eyes going back to her face. “And you can say no, if you want. I’ll understand.” Of course, this made her alarm bells ring but there was little time to panic. Considering he was a very get to the point man, he did exactly that. “I’d like for you to quit your current job and pretend to be my fiance.”

The bomb was dropped. Why, exactly, a man of his caliber needed a fake fiance? She had not a fucking clue. Harry continued, her face slack in shock. He took that into account, it seemed. “I like you. You’re polite, know how to behave in public. Gorgeous little thing. You’re intelligent, you’re quick, and you understand how to keep to yourself. That’s a very valuable thing to me.” His thumb resumed rubbing her ring finger. “We have incredible sex. You fulfill and exceed my needs, and I’m satisfied with sex for once in my life.” Y/N let him do whatever he wanted and thoroughly enjoyed it. There was no faking it with them. Their chemistry crackled in the air when it shifted. There was no doubting that. “My family has been pressuring me to settle down. I have no time to properly date, nor the desire to.” He sure as fuck wasn’t the type to go on dating apps, and the dating pool he was around was a lot of vapid people with money hungry libidos. At least he would know Y/N was there for money and there would be no confusion between them. “I enjoy your company. It isn’t traditional nor conventional, but I’d provide for you. I will deposit your average monthly income in your own bank account and give you a card to my own. I’d pay for your rent while you stay with me, and you’d have free time to do as you please. Whatever hobbies you’d like. Horse riding, art, reading, I don’t care what it is if you like it.”

Her head was swimming. What the fuck? She’d heard of men falling in love with escorts, sure, but this seemed… More transactional. For some reason, it made her feel a little more comfortable. He wasn’t proclaiming love after barely knowing her. He knew how it went and that she needed to be provided for. “Like a sugar baby?” She blurted out.

“Not particularly. My fiance in title. You’ve been introduced as my girl to everyone already, so it isn’t a difficult sell to anyone but my family. We’d announce our engagement, I’ll bring you to London to meet them, let it run it’s course.” His eyes bore into hers. “I don’t want you with anyone else while you’re mine. I’ll be the only one you sleep with, and vice versa. I don’t want you to split your time between me and anyone else. I’m asking for devotion, which is a lot. But I’d like it to be you.”

“Why?” Y/N knew he had explained it but it was still confusing. “I know what you’ve said but… surely theres other people that you’d want to ask? I’m just an escort you’ve been seeing for a little while. I mean.. The sex is great, don’t get me wrong.” And she was extremely attracted to him and his energy, but… “I’m not in my escort mode all the time. I don’t want to be working 24/7. I’m not as docile while off the clock.” She wasn’t about to get put into 24/7 smile and nod territory. It was fine when it was an outing, or even a night, but she did have a personality she quite liked outside of it.

“I wouldn’t expect you to be agreeable all the time. In fact, I’d like to see you fight me a little.” Harry’s smirk returned. “Makes the sex hotter. But…” he returned to his business face. “I chose you because we get along. I don’t like a lot of people. I may pretend I do, but it’s difficult for me to find people who don’t make me irritated. You’re… interesting to me.” It wasn’t the answer she expected, no, but still. She had more questions.

“So what about after it’s all done and over with? I’ll end up on the streets, homeless again because I know Madam isn’t going to just let me back on her lists.” She crossed her arms, not realizing what she’d said. Harry caught it, pocketing it for later. It didn’t sit right that she had been on the streets at all, but that wasn’t a topic he could broach right now. He didn’t have the right to ask yet.

“I will make sure you’re set after this is done.” He promised. “I will have all of your expenses covered while you’re with me. Nails, hair, food, clothing, hobbies. You’ll be making your pay and then some every week and not touching it. And if it ends early, I will payout an extra mil. Does that sound reasonable?” He rose an eyebrow. “I’ve got the paperwork with me, but you can sit on it if you want.”

“How long can I sit on it for?” It took everything in her to not bite at her nails. The one thing the acrylics were good for was curbing that habit. “It’s not a no, but I’d like to look at the contract and have a lawyer look over it before I agree to anything.” As young as she may seem, she wasn’t stupid. This would be a perfect way to take advantage of her. While she didn't have that feeling from him, she’d be dumb not to protect herself.

She didn’t expect the smile from him, but it made her heart beat a bit faster as he brought her hand up to kiss it. “Smart fuckin’ girl you are.” He laughed. “Good. That works with me. I hope you do sign it, though.” His eyes darkened a bit. Harry wasn’t good at sharing and the idea of this pretty thing belonging to him, in essence, made his dick twitch. “I’d love to take you with me to Italy and see you on my yacht. Maybe fuck you on it. Think you’d really love that.”

Y/N had a feeling she would, too. The idea of being with one man, a man she so far enjoyed despite a bit of arrogance and intimidation, was appealing after a year here. But she needed to cover her own ass before sinking into something too good to be true. “I would.” Her nails moved from his hand to card through his soft hair. “I’d love that. But I think you should focus on tonight, hm?” Her legs opened a little, and she guided his hand back to where it had been previously. “Take a look at the pretty things you’ve already got, Daddy.”

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ hits different ”

leo valdez x daughter of aphrodite 🔨

moving on was always easy for y/n, so why did it hit different when it was a certain son of hepaestus

a/n im alive

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

It was always easy for Aphrodite girls. Or at least that’s what everyone thought. Or at least that’s what Y/N thought.

Love always came so easy to her. Boys fell at her feet to ask her out. It was so fun! She would switch them out like Ken dolls. Everyone knew that she had a new guy to obsess over every week before she got bored. The minute she got Aphrodite’s blessing, she had at least one boy from almost every cabin wrapped around her manicured little finger. She had flowers sent from the Demeter cabin nonstop. Whether or not she kissed- or more- the boy, depended on whether or not she liked the flowers. Well, unless he was cute enough.

But strangely enough, one twerpy son of Hephaestus survived the test of time. Her siblings all thought she went insane, or was replaced by an alien clone. She couldn't explain it. How she nearly peed from how much he made her laugh, or the way she felt like she was on a rollercoaster whenever his hand brushed against hers.

She could never forget when he finally asked her out. He showed up to her cabin with a necklace he made.

“You’ve probably gotten better jewelry than this, but-”

He couldn't even finish his sentence before her lips crashed onto his, “it’s the prettiest necklace I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N had never been happier than in the weeks that followed. Everything just finally made sense. She found herself painting her nails his favorite color and reflecting parts of him in how she dressed. Anything for him to get a certain look in his eyes and drag her into his cabin.

And everything was perfect. It wasn't the freedom that she was so accustomed to. It felt like Summer. She was engulfed in the love she felt from the boy, who she believed adored her to no end.

But now it feels like Summer where the Sun burns her heart and the sand hurts her feelings.

As she sat in a ball on her bed, a hat in her hands as she sobbed, she wondered what happened.

It had been over a month since he broke up with her. She just couldn't get over it, which was weird. Moving on was always easy for her to do.

She had put her friends through it during the first few weeks. They would throw parties and sneak out to the city- and each and every time she would get drunk and slur his name until someone shoved her into a car. Even when her friends would fill her ears with “love is a lie” just to get her by.

She stopped receiving invitations.

“I wish I could tell you why that idiot did it,” she heard her sister say.

She looked up at the girl, “I’ve been going through the evidence and it just doesn't make sense,” she muttered.

Piper sat at the end of Y/N’s bed, “I tried to talk to him, but he just won’t say anything about it.”

She rolled her tear stained eyes, throwing the hat onto the floor, “of course he wouldn't.” She sighed, looking at the door, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

“Do you want me to come?”

She shook her head, “I think I just need fresh air.” It was true though, she had barely been leaving her cabin except for mandatory training or meals. She stood up with shaky legs from how much she had sobbed. She slid on a pair of bunny slippers (me core) and walked out the door, luckily not many campers were out to see her mascara stains on her cheeks.

She made her way to the woods, arms crossed. There was a slight breeze from the September air that made her feel slightly better. She heard a crunch of leaves nearby that made her spin and looked around. She didn't see anyone, thank the gods, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Maybe they had finally come to take her away.

She continued walking until she collided with a body. She muttered an apology until she looked up at the person. Just to find the last person she should ever apologize to.

“Y/N,” he began, taken aback by seeing the girl he had been so keenly avoiding.

She stared silently at the boy as she waited for him to speak. But nothing came out. Just eyes on eyes waiting for the other to move, but neither did.

She finally decided she had had enough of this and turned around. Finding herself unable to leave as he gripped her arm.

“I’m sorry.”

She took a huff before turning back towards him, “you should be.”

He cringed at her hostility. He knew he deserved it. Before the incident, he was convinced that she had not an ounce of coldness in her. “I know.”

“Do you?” She pulled her arm away from him, “I have been trying to find an answer to why the fuck you would do this to me!”

His fingers slightly burned, “I did it for you, I was worried about you.”

She scowled, “huh? Are you stupid? What?”

He slightly laughed at her rhetoric, “I thought something was going to happen to me and I,” he sighed, “I didn’t want you to have to go through that.”

“Leo,” she began, “you put me through worse.”

He heart stung at the words, “I wanted you to move on and be over me by the time I… if I died.”

“But you’re alive,” she responded, “and I’ve had to watch you… exist. Without me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It's just you left me like.. like,” she paused, “no, I don't need another metaphor, it’s simple enough. You abandoned me.”

He looked down at her words, “I’m so sorry.”

She placed her hands on his neck, pulling him down to her height, “and if you died, I’d be coming right after you,” she smiled.

“Don’t say that.”

She let go of him, “I just want to be with you, Leo,” she mentioned, “and you took that from me.”

“I can’t say I’m sorry enough, baby.” Baby. Gods, she was about to be putty in his hands if he called her that again. Everything he had put her through would be buried six feet under.

He grabbed her hand, noticing the color of her nails. “Hey,”

“Don't say anything.”

“Okay.”

She smiled, “you’ve completely ruined me.”

“Why do you sound so happy about that?”

“I don't know,” she sighed, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling her closer to him while tracing his fingers up and down her arms, “I love you, I’m sorry.”

And with that, their lips touched. And for the first time in weeks, everything was okay.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Russian Roulette.

Yan L x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You decide to test your luck while it still lasts, as small as it is. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, past stalking, kidnapping, and manipulation.

Word Count: 1.1k.

*~*~*~*

“Hmm… why do you want me to do that, exactly?” The response is much longer than a simple okay or sure or no, but the question was what you expected to be in the realm of absolute possibility. You have given L too little credit in the past, when you first woke up here, thinking that he can shut himself up and go back to whatever he usually does, like eating cake or watching the same footage of you in your home for the tenth time that week. 

You can work with this.

“It’s not like you have given me much else to do.” You say, not biting your tongue this time around, the bitterness in your voice coinciding with the box of sour fruit gummies on the other side of the table, with the artificial sweetness in L’s tone. “Plus if you want to treat me as well as you say you want to, you would oblige the simple request of playing a game with your favorite captive.”

His eyebrow raises at the last word that slipped out of your mouth, not out of guilt or shame or fear that your reality has punched him straight in the face, but out of just… curiosity.

“What if I don’t?” He smirks, looking up at you. “You did just rudely rush in here stomping and making demands… not exactly the behavior I would think of when I hear the word captive.”

“I’m going insane.” You say, glaring down at him, your fists curled so deeply into your pajama pants that you swore that they would break. 

He chuckles, and it feels like the messy hair covering your angry face has just gotten even more disheveled. 

“I jest, I jest… fine… I’ll play with my favorite captive.”

It feels like this weight has just been lifted off of your head, but the one in your heart remains.

“No need to be so… tangled up.” He says the pun naturally, popping in a few more pieces of the neon candy. 

You start grumbling curses under your breath as if he did reject your proposal. He didn’t though. He didn’t, so you’ll play by his much longer game for a bit more before you struggle yet again.

“Not funny.”

There are only six pieces of candy left in the yellow box, each one a different color.

“What are you waiting for?” He asks, slouching forward instead of backward this time around and crossing his legs. “Go get your… game.”

You scoff and race off to L’s bedroom, putting your knees next to the mattress that is on the opposite side of L’s bed. Under your pillow are the six red plastic cups you stole from the cupboard last night, along with a chocolate egg still in its packaging, something you got from L after threatening to jump on your mattress until the few trinkets he got for you would fall on the floor and break. You won for once, in the end, but that condescending look he had while giving it to you makes you want to kick him in the groin again. 

It is the same look he has when you return to him, tail tucked between your legs as you set up the cups and the chocolate egg on the table. The box of candy is empty now. How in the hell does he not get so many cavities?

“Alright then, explain the rules.” He raises his arms to the ceiling and yawns loudly, obnoxiously. 

You sit down on the opposite side of the table. Your posture is much more restrained than his, he notes. Your hands are on your lap and your back is straight. You still don’t know how to relax. A symptom of being raised in high society.

“It’s a game I used to play with the younger servants when I was little.” You explain. Thinking of the past brings back unwanted feelings, but thinking of the present does the same. You have never experienced true freedom, but at least here you can speak your mind and your emotions. God, maybe you are going insane, being… thankful to him, your captor. “Someone guesses which cup has the object underneath. If they win, they get to ask a question to the person who scrambled the cups. If they lose, the person who scrambled the cups gets to ask the question.”

The image of a smaller you playing with porcelain cups and a ring, perhaps your mother’s, as the servants look confused makes L laugh softly. How cute.

“I’ll go first.” You insist, putting the chocolate egg under one of the cups and swiftly moving them around. “Okay. Go on. Don’t take your time.”

“Alright.”

L’s pointed finger moves slowly to the cup in the middle.

“If I remember correctly, it is this one, isn’t it?” He asks. “Right?”

That smile of yours makes choosing the wrong cup on purpose makes it worth it in L’s eyes. 

“Nope.” You lift the one farthest to L’s left and your right. The chocolate egg is there, untouched.

He doesn’t pretend to be surprised, instead still smiling. You do the same, albeit unknowingly.

“Alright, my turn now.” You didn’t even get to ask him a question, but you are too deep in your pride to care about it right now. You won against L for once. You’re proud. It’s cute.

One by one, you slide the cups and the chocolate egg over. You’re confident, it would appear. 

How cute.

He puts one cup over the chocolate egg and moves all of them around, much faster than you did your turn. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to concentrate. 

He stops moving them, and it feels like the weight on your heart becomes even heavier.

Your pointer finger shakes as you move it to the cup in the center, silent.

L shakes his head.

“Nope.” He says, the word mocking yours.

His right elbow rests on the corner of the table, his palm cradling his chin as he looks on, to the shakingness of your breath, to the way your folded hands tremble. 

The air feels thick, and you don’t even know why. Or do you?

“You already know what I am going to ask you, aren’t you?” The question is longer than anticipated. 

“N-No.” You stutter.

“Oh?” The sound feels like a stab to the heart or a punch in the face. “That’s fine, I guess.”

He leans in. Closer and closer. You back away, but not enough to not smell how sugary his breath is. 

“There is a knife missing from the knife drawer. Where is it?” 

You didn’t win against L, you say to yourself. He won.

“...Underneath my pillow.”

[ageofnev]

rubble to rubble

summary- after a very unexpected, but very welcome surprise.. you and danny figure out the ropes of parenthood together.

pairings- dad!danny | danny wagner x reader | danny gvf | danny gvf x you

genres- fluff |warnings- mentions of needles, blood, child birth and body insecurity

a/n: my first fic, and hopefully my intro to a long series of little drabbles <3

you could feel it. something in your body felt different, not to mention you were nine days late for your period, which was off because you were never late.

which is why right now, you and Danny stood in the bathroom at nine pm, waiting for the timer on his phone to ding. you had your arms wrapped around his waist while your head lay against his chest.

“what if I am pregnant?” you asked as you felt his hand drag up and down your spine under your hoodie.

“well.. then you are and we’ll figure it out. it’ll be okay, baby,” he spoke as he kissed the center of your forehead.

it wasn’t like you were only dating, you’d been married for almost a year now, and you’d always wanted kids, and so did he, but now seemed like such an insane time. he left for tour soon and would be gone for months. you lifted your head off of his chest as you heard the timer on his phone go off. you spun around in his arms, reaching for the test. you could see your hands shaking, and before you reached it, you heard him speak again.

“I promise it’ll be alright whatever it says. if you aren’t, then okay, our time isn’t now, and if you are, we’ll figure it out,” he spoke, before pressing a kiss to the side of your face. you nodded before you reached for the test and flipped it over. your eyes widened as you read the small screen.

pregnant.

you turned towards him, put it in his hand, then watched his face as he looked down at the test. you noticed a smile creep up on his lips, before he sat the test down, wrapped his hands around your cheeks, and kissed your lips a few times before looking at you. “we’re gonna be parents.” he spoke softly, and to which you nodded as you felt the smile appearing on your face as you teared up.

“yeah.. yeah, we are.” you giggled softly through your tears.

the next three months went by so quickly. you found out, told his parents, your parents then his best friends.

you’d never forget it for as long as you lived. Josh screamed, wrapped you up in a hug, and told you how happy he was for you two.

Sam told Danny that he expected the baby to be named after him, and Jake.. oh Jake.

Jake was so ecstatic about the news. you swear to this day that he had teared up when he hugged you. he told you and Danny both over and over how happy he was for you, how proud he was, and how much of a great parent the two of you would make.

the day of the baby shower, you were positive Danny hadn’t slept all night. he was up, awake, and ready by nine when you slid out of bed.

Josie and Lori had planned the party, and when you and Danny arrived at the party, the look of it nearly made you cry. it was absolutely beautiful. you saw the white dresser in the corner, and you knew the color inside determined what gender your baby was.

Danny swore up and down that he didn’t care what gender the baby was, but you knew he wanted a girl. you wanted a girl as well, but neither of you would mind if it was a boy.

the party went so well, and you enjoyed seeing everyone. the time finally came. you and Danny thanked everyone for coming, and then you opened the dresser drawers together as a set. your heart sunk and you teared up immediately at the color.

pink! you were having a girl!

you turned towards Danny, laughing as he lifted you off of the ground and spun you around. you kicked your feet up behind your back, and threw your arms around his neck while the room erupted in claps, yells, and cheers.

“Oh my GOD!” Danny laughed as he held you close to him even after your feet touched the ground again.

before you knew it, it was 3:29 am, you were sitting on an exercise ball, your jaw hung open, a small groan leaving your lips, as a contraction numbed your legs. Danny sat on the hospital bed in front of you, your arms crossed as they laid across his legs, your head laid down on your arms.

you felt his fingers run up and down your spine as he spoke softly. he’d been such an angel through this whole process, catering to every single one of your needs, like right now, he was holding you in his hands even though he’d finally started to doze off; because right now his needs didn’t matter. this was about you.

“Have you thought about the epidural? it might help, sweetheart.” Danny said as he moved his hand up and down slowly. “if not that’s okay, it’s up to you.”

“I think I’m going to have to.. my legs are numb and I can hardly breathe,” you spoke against his shoulder.

hours went by, the pain came and went, and before you knew it, you held your baby girl in your arms, your finger rubbing her tiny cheek as you looked at her. you were smiling, and your eyes were filled with tears as you watched her eyes open. “hi sweet girl..” you whispered.

Danny had left to go see his mom and sister in the waiting room and would be coming back shortly, leaving you alone with the baby. you’d chosen the name, so neither Danny nor his sister or mother knew the baby’s name.

Penelope Josie Wagner.

you gave Penelope Josie’s middle name, as she had been a big part of your pregnancy and she was the best sister-in-law, and your best friend. your eyes left the baby as you watched Danny come back in, with his family.

Lori’s hands came up to cover her mouth as she teared up a bit, and Josie walked over to you. She hugged you gently, then looked down at the baby. “what’s her name? it’s killing me, I have to know.” she spoke with a small smile.

“Penelope Josie Wagner.” You spoke as your eyes turned up towards Josie. “you were the support i needed sometimes when i didn’t want to talk to danny,” you spoke with a small laugh as you teared up. “and you’ve been my best friend since middle school, so i thought it seemed fitting.”

“Y/N you’re kidding.” Josie spoke as tears slid down her cheeks, her hand holding her chest as she looked at you. when you shook your head and told her you weren’t, she immediately hugged you and spoke over and over about how thankful she was.

you could already tell how loved your little girl was, and being surrounded by people who loved her dearly made your heart swell.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I was thinking about the possibility of Killer finding a young Papyrus in a destroyed AU and taking him under his wing and I was thinking of possible reasons why he would do this, you know?

While he's with Color, I feel like, in his mind, it would feel as almost the only option. Well, rescuing him that is, not taking care of him after. But, anyway, that's what Color would do and what Color would want him to do, and, while Killer is the type to test limits, he's also desperate for the approval of those he feels are in charge (which isn't exactly the case with Color, but their whole thing is rather complicated).

That said, I think while with Color the rescue is where their interactions would stop. Color would probably help him find someone more suited to take care of young Papyrus in the Omega Timeline, and Killer isn't the type to get attached so easily so he'd be happy to let go.

Now, while he's living under Nightmare is a different story.

Mostly because, under Nightmare, his directive is not to kill anyone. Dead people don't suffer after all. But also, a universe that is almost entirely empty is pointless for the God, so he may want to get rid of that one to free up some space.

So, imagine Killer sneaks this Papyrus into the castle behind Nightmare's back and, at first, it is entirely because my guy is following the Nightmare directive: no killing unless Nightmare specifically approves of it. Going behind Nightmare's back was less intentional and more of a result of Nightmare not caring/paying very little attention to someone as hopeful as Papyrus.

Once at the castle, keeping Papy hidden and protected feels like the only way to keep respecting the no killing directive, whether it's an extended Bad Sanses situation or not. 'Cause Nightmare would lose his mind if he found out that Killer is smuggling people behind his back and he has fits of violent rage when that happens. And he doesn't think when he's angry (and, of course, Killer's the one paying the consequences for whatever he ends up doing, so no thanks). And if Dust is there, having a Papyrus anywhere near him is just a bad idea.

It would also be interesting to see how exactly Killer goes about taking care of Papy. Because, to me, in his mind he would soon start to see Papy as just either one of his cats or one of his weapons who need routine maintenance and little else. Which would be a terrible existence for the poor guy, because I don't think that Killer would be the type to talk with those much...

That does feel like Stage 2’s mindset, yes. Especially when serving Nightmare. I feel like Killer be widely torn in all directions on what to do with Papyrus under Nightmare—his instincts, feelings, and orders all sending him mixed signals.

Feelings from Stage 1–the internal horror and impeding dread, the horrific guilt and shame, yet still the selfish desire for something familiar, to try and wash away some of his sins.

His orders from Nightmare not to kill, and yet his training from Chara dictating that he kill Papyrus. He training to be attuned to Chara’s needs and wants paired with the same lingering attachment he had with Chara making him feel compelled to care for the child and basically become a doormat—instinct to bend and mold himself to Papyrus’ will the exact same way he did with Chara.

The underlying fear and resentment of yet again finding himself at the whims of a damn child that fuels Stage 3. The constant reminders that isn’t just any child, or a Chara, but a Papyrus—his biggest enemy. The one he has to kill. Impending dread of what’ll happen if he keeps trying to resist, what’ll happen if he does give in.

I’d imagine taking care of a Papyrus under Nightmare will send his Stages into a whirlwind of conflicting desires—and he’d be torn between wanting to escape and hide away from it all, but knowing he has to be present, because who knows what’ll happen if he switches into another Stage.

He wouldn’t be able to attach himself to the kid in this environment, he’d actively keep himself distant and detached, would probably avoid trying to be in higher Stages around him—and as a result, the kiddo would likely feel like Killer isn’t really..all there? Aware? He may even feel dehumanized on some level, as if a robot is taking care of him than anything real—even if this robot is being very meticulous and isn’t hurting him. Yet.

Perhaps Papyrus would feel the need to tread carefully, but may also feel a sense of safety and being seen while with Killer—he always seems to know what he wants and what he needs before Papyrus himself does. But I’d imagine he’d very confused between the “good, sad” brother (Stage 1) and the “cold, robot” brother (Stage 2.)

He has all sorts of ideas of what could happen if the kid is caught—he knows because he’s often the one doing it all, with eyes watching his every move, body acting on autopilot. He won’t sugar coat it either—he’d make it very clear to Papyrus what is likely to happen to him if he is ever seen, caught, heard. If he doesn’t listen to and follow Killer’s orders.

But ultimately I don’t think Stage 1 would want Papyrus there. With Nightmare. Even if a part of him selfishly doesn’t want to part with him either.

He can’t afford attachments, he can’t afford having more responsibilities, more burdens and drains on resources—and he will also feel guilty for thinking of his little brother like that, but he doesn’t feel he can control those thoughts. To him, the second he brought this kid within reach of himself, he’s already sealed his fate.

Nightmare wouldn’t hurt or kill this child. He’d have Killer do it. And Killer could never think to say no when he’s “like that”—even when he hesitates, and something seems..off.

Papyrus will die, he thinks. Every other Papyrus has—usually by his own hands, as he watches from behind his eyes (st1) or from a 3rd person view (st2). But maybe some small part of him, a flickering light, would want to try. Keep the kid alive until a better option is available out of the castle—even if it means dumping the kid in some neutral AU with some clothes and weapons and coin. Becoming a little faint memory in the kid’s mind, or better yet, forgotten entirely. Finding him a better brother.

(Imagine Stage 1 giving little Papyrus tips on how to handle and behave around him when he’s “like that.” Something about how he won’t hurt Papyrus, not unless “the bad man tells him to,” and to stay safe he must hide away from the bad man.)

Things will likely be different in his Good Ending though, where he’s away from Nightmare and has Color’s support and help. I think it’s in this ending where Killer would have a harder time letting go. In all this new, Stage 1 wants to cling to something familiar. Something grounding. Even if it’s painful.

If Killer is ultimately able to maintain the care for the child, would probably differ based on interpretation, adequate care and support, and how far along he is in recovery.

But also..would he even be allowed to have a child? Given his history, if the Omega Timeline has something equivalent to the CPS or a foster system, would they have to evaluate him if he ever attempted to legally adopt the Papyrus? If he has to give the kid up anyway, would any adopted or fostering family even allow a known mass murdering terrorist visitation—supervised or not, rehabilitating or not?

Even if Killer ever wanted to become a parent or caretaker, he’d likely face heavy scrutiny and judgment during and after the whole thing. Maybe some brave souls would even try to step in and remove the kid themselves.

[ohthemis]

I saw your pregnancy headcanon! So wholesome and lovely ❤️. Now what would be their reaction when you tell them u want a baby?

tot boys when you want a baby

characters: all

ARTEM WING

stars in his eyes. he's shocked at first (thinks you're messing with him)

"are you serious? you're not joking around?" "of course."

pulls you into the tightest hug ever. suddenly he's thanking you and everything.

"god, i love you so much" "i love you too." "thank you, thank you, thank you."

if you're trying for a child, he literally tracks your ovulation with those period tracker apps.

"let's try in 2 days." "not that i'm complaining, but that's oddly specific." "it's your ovulation date."

promises the world to you. he's just so ecstatic.

"i'll be the best parent. i swear." "of course you will." "you won't even have to lift a finger."

MARIUS VON HAGEN

absolutely no shame

"you look nervous, did you think i wouldn't agree?" "no, but..." "let's start now, in fact!"

he exhibits no self control and maybe that's why you love him

"no worries, mc! together, we'll be a baby making machine!" "please never say that again" "why not?!"

probably the least stressed over it out of the four. and in a good way.

"are you not scared at all marius?" "of course i am! but why wouldn't i be happy about this? i'm going to have a baby with you, mc. i'd say my happiness far outweighs my fear."

he knows it's going to be hard, and he's going to be cheery for that reason.

"you know, in a few months time, both of us are going to feel like absolute shit. so why not enjoy now?" "is it really that simple?" "it is for me. it's not hard for me to be happy when i'm around you."

LUKE PEARCE

he's so in love with you it's disgusting

"i'm excited thinking about it, mc." "i'm excited too." "i can't wait to see little us running around wrecking the house. it'll be the best part of my life."

scrapbooks everything

"are you sure we need a picture of the pregnancy test?" "of course!" "if you're sure..."

practically glued to your side

"does anything hurt? you need to puke?" "i feel fine, actually." "maybe you should take a day off..."

he prefers to build the furniture for the baby room instead of buying

"would this shade of yellow be cuter or should i change it to the more orange-y one?" "are they not the same color?" "you're right. the first one is better." "???"

VYN RICHTER

super serious about the whole thing. not fucking around.

"having children isn't easy. are you sure you want this?" "yes, i'm sure, vyn." "i trust you, you know that. but this won't be like anything else we've ever gone through."

tries to fully plan it out to the best of his ability. sounds like a medication ad.

"have this. it helps with body ache and immunity." "it smells weird." "it's safe and healthy. your tongue might not love it, but your body will."

if you're trying for the baby, he's suddenly in touch with the top OBGYNs and pediatricians.

"meet your new OBGYN, my love." "what's wrong with my old one?" "there were too little "top 1 in the country"'s on her resume."

god bless him, he's doing his best

"you have 132 open tabs on babies?" "if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." "we'll probably need less news articles and more pregnancy tests."

[scrubbinn]

_____ HRT: 15 months: “Human”

“Hey Mayday. How's my girlfriend doing today?... I hope you can hear me in there. I'm recording another tape for you in case you forget everything again. I just got back from the doctor, they ran some tests, still couldn't figure out what's up with my knee. I think maybe I'm just cursed, with this broken human body. I guess you don't have to deal with that now huh? Lucky.”

“It just sucks, you know? Not a single medical doctor in Canada can tell me what's wrong and then when suddenly, magic exists, it gets regulated so you can't use it for medicine! Ugh. Rules are dumb, why do we even have them. Also sucks that I have to walk here every time I miss you. Which is a lot. Why does everything have to be so shit?”

“Speaking of shit, you should have heard me go off on that doc when you first started… cocooning? I’m blanking on the word. But I just went off on that man, It felt so good just to throw everything back in that pompous jerk's face! He had it coming, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to go off on a medical professional. He does have his uses, I suppose. You weirdly seem to like him, and at least he can put in enough effort to care about your physical health. But you should have seen how he reacted to you, he makes me so, so, so, AAAAARG! Sorry, you don't like yelling right?”

“You know, when I heard about you passing out nearly half a year ago, I thought, this is it, I'm going to lose her forever. I guess I did, when she decided to forget me. That's not fair, I just, I can't help still being mad about it. After everything we went through, and everything you went through with our friends and family. This really meant more than all of those memories put together? God you're such a dummy. I wish I could understand you.”

“Getting to meet you all over again, I didn't hate it like I thought I would. No matter the memories, it really was still you. Just, a little different. Sorry I kept pushing you to remember something… Maybe it was wrong of me. But every time I saw your face, your eyes looked back like they were trying to remember anything. It made me kind of happy, like I was important enough that some small part of you didn’t want to let go of me. I thought we were making progress. But if we have to do it again when you come out. I might actually start to hate it.”

“...Hey, you are happy right? This is what you wanted, yeah? You know I'm ok with you not being human. When you told me you were thinking about this, I supported it. Though, I'm still having trouble getting used to it. I don't really know how to feel now that you're like this. I just, I want what makes you happy, and I know you want the same for me. It's just been difficult right now. To keep smiling. I… I went to that sushi place we were going to go to. They had really good unagi. I ate so much I could barely afford the bill, haha. I know if I go there again without you, it's just going to taste like nothing. If you're not there with me, what's the point? This moment. The world has color again, I can taste things again when I'm in this room, and it hurts so much because you're not here. I'm sorry I… I'm trying not to cry in front of you hun. I'm sorry.”

* * *

“You don't mind if I stay here tonight do you hun? I don't really feel like walking back home right now. When I’m with you I- um, hello?”

“Oh didn’t realize anyone else was here? You’re Abigail right?”

“And your May’s mom right?” Are you here to see her?”

“Yes, I haven’t actually checked in since I heard the news. Is that. Her?”

“Pretty sure yeah. Unless there’s another girlfriend shaped cocoon that I missed. D- Do you need a tissue?”

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you… Pardon, but would you be able to answer a question? I don’t really understand this whole therian thing. I’m still a little shocked when Mich- Mayday said she was doing this sort of thing in the first place. I’m fine with it, I support her. But, did she need to do this?”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“Well I mean, did she need to change? Isn’t it just safer to hide? She’s doing such a brave thing but there are so many people that might hurt her. It's my job to worry about her, and I know this city is better and all with this sort of thing, but what if she gets attacked when she visits, what am I supposed to tell my sister if she asks what Mayday is up to. My family doesn't even know her name is Mayday now.”

“...Oh. Oh, this is weird seeing it from an outsider perspective.”

“I'm sorry? What do you mean?”

“It's that you don't get it, I mean I forgot it until now, but you don't understand. It would have been more dangerous if she didn't do this. She's in pain, her gender, Her body, her species. They don't match her brain. It's not like it's a choice either. She's hurting. Her staying human, she might have made worse choices. Ugh, I'm sorry hun. I should have realized how much this means to you, I'll be here, for real this time. I'll be here for y…

Oh my god, it's tearing. G-g-go! Get a doctor!”

“What? Oh! Uh, right!”

“Hun! Can you hear me? It's me! Follow my voice!”

“A…b…i…

Mimic HRT: 15 months: “no longer”

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Blind Love Chapter 22

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there

Jude: —You’ve been shortenin’ your lifespan by testin’ on yourself.

(—Huh?)

I immediately turned heel and went back into the hallway.

(What did Jude say just now)

(...Roger…on himself…)

My heart was pounding.

I still wanted to hear the rest so I eavesdropped by the door.

Roger: …Oh? Al’s directly asked me before, but it’s the first time you are. How’d you come to that conclusion?

Jude: We went to beat up a mafia boss dealin’ cannabis once.

Roger: Yeah, that casino owner with the wild beard.

~~ Flashback ~~

Casino owner: Life’s a game! Let’s make a bet on who dies here, us or you!

Jude: The hell ya yappin’ ‘bout, just go die.

Roger: Heh, hey now. So, if life’s on the line, you gonna have us play a fun game?

Casino owner: I have two glasses here. One’s tequila, the other’s poison.

Roger: So picking the poison means death.

Casino owner: Yes, that’s right. Since I’m a gentleman, I’ll let you choose first.

Jude: We ain’t stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap—Huh? The hell you doin’?

Roger: What? Just choosing like he said. I chose a safe one. Now, how about you drink the poison.

~~ End flashback ~~

Roger couldn’t help but burst into laughter as he recalled the past.

Roger: Pfft, hahaha. He was shaking so much he couldn’t drink. What a masterpiece.

Jude: Back then, I didn’t take the bet ‘cause I knew it was a trap. Ya could tell by the color of the glasses that they were both poisoned.

Roger: … You’re always looking out for others. You love me, don’t you?

Jude: Keep your ego to yourself.

Roger: Yeah, you’re right. I’ve been experimenting on myself. Makes me immune to most drugs and poisons. You could say I’m borrowing my own life…Well, don’t think I’m gonna live as long as others.

Jude: Shortenin’ your own lifespan to save the Cursed. Haaa, hypocritical self-gratification*.

Roger: Would’ve made it more presentable if it was, but it’s not like I had a choice. It was hard to find Cursed Ones before I joined Crown. When I needed one to test on, I only had myself. That’s all. A former doctor should take care of himself. That’s why I started working out.

Jude: I couldn’t care less if ya lived or died. If ya wanted to live, ya wouldn’t be ‘ere. However.

Roger: But?

Jude: Ain’t that princes gonna cry or somethin’?

Roger: Huh?

Jude walked away from Roger and pushed the door open.

Jude: …Don’t forget that people feel a void when someone they care ‘bout passes.

Jude muttered something as he disappeared past the door.

Roger: …”I heard you”, Jude. …Thanks for the warning.

Even after Jude had left, I stayed still behind the curtain.

(...Roger’s borrowing from his own lifespan and doesn’t have much longer to live)

(No way…)

--

I couldn’t bring myself to face Roger when I was in this state…

I finally let out a breath after finding a place where I could be alone.

However, the chaos in my mind didn’t quiet down.

(...Oh yeah. There was something that didn’t feel right)

~~ Flashback ~~

It was back when we went undercover at that village led by the Spirit God where Roger synthesized a treatment for tetanus.

 Roger didn’t hesitate to take it himself to conduct a clinical trial.

He didn’t let Liam be the test subject.

~~ End flashback ~~

(...He had to have known the side-effects would’ve been minor, or else he wouldn’t have done it)

Like Jude said, a “safe and guaranteed tomorrow” is far beyond Roger’s consideration while living in the dark as Crown.

That’s something I understood the moment I became Fairytale Keeper.

(But, I wonder why…)

—Why did I think our days of laughing and bantering would last forever?

—Why did it feel like Roger would always be there with me?

(...I see. That’s why Roger gave me a final trial)

Roger was still human.

I definitely would’ve been hurt if I found out after we became lovers.

(That’s why—he’s waiting to the last moment to let go)

Kate: …

I was so grief-stricken that my legs gave out on the spot.

Ale: Arf arf.

Kate: Ale…why…

Ale came running over and propped his forepaws on my lap in worry.

Kate: Did you perhaps run after me?

I smiled as Ale looked at me with his large, round eyes.

Kate: …I see, thank you. Ale, did you know that Roger won’t live long?

Ale: Woof!

Kate: …I became aware of it just now. It’s cruel how Roger would leave us when we love him so much. Did he even intend to make me his lover…

Ale: Woof!

Kate: Hehe, is that a “YES” or a “NO”?

But, even if I didn’t understand Ale’s answer,

As he listened to me, my mind that was reeling from shock started to calm down.

(Huh…? It’s true that I’m feeling sad, but other than that)

(...For some reason…I’m getting really, really angry…)

Kate: If I knew this was going to happen…

I wish he left me alone

I wish he never pushed me around +4 +4

I wish he never did all those lewd things to me

Kate: I wish he never pushed me around, ugh! That self-centered egoist!

Ale: Woof?!

Kate: And yet…I let him do whatever he wanted. I told him I loved him, and now he wants to let me go!

(I can’t be apart from Roger anymore)

Kate: I will never let you do that, Roger Barel! 

Ale barked cheerfully as if to give encouragement when I stood up.

Ale: Arf arf arf!

Kate: I’ve become stronger and I’m not going to let this discourage me.

(It’s true that Roger might not live for much longer)

(But no one knows what the future has in store for us)

(Also, there’s a chance that being together can extend his lifespan, even if it’s just by a day.

(In order to do that…)

I’ll need to successfully avoid the “farewell” from Roger’s final trial.

Kate: Now that I’ve made my decision…let’s go, Ale!

--

Ale and I eagerly burst into Victor’s office.

Kate: Victor. The month we agreed on is almost up. So before it’s over, I’d like to make a request. That being—

And so, when Victor heard my “request”, he said—

Victor: Pfft, haha…You’ve really become tainted by evil. Okay, I am fully on board with your proposal.

Roger didn’t know about this conversation between Victor and me…

--

Back at the lab, we had finally made what we were striving for.

Roger: …The antidote’s complete.

Kate: You did it, Roger!

Roger: Yeah, you were a great help. Thanks, Kate.

We smiled at each other, feeling happy and satisfied that the antidote was complete.

But then my smile fade…at the thought of what we were about to do.

(From this moment—)

“Condemnation” begins.

--

To start…

The doctors and Privy council that Victor and William had locked up were now gathered in a room in the palace.

They were all handcuffed, but like the rumors said, the poison had affected their central nervous system, making them all groan and pants like beasts.

(...They’re suffering)

Roger: …

Roger silently looked down at the kneeling criminals who were unable to stand.

Listening to the heavy breathing of the people poisoned was unbearable.

But there was no room for mercy given what they’ve done.

Privy Council Lord: …Haaa…Ugh…Did you call us here…to mock us?

Royal Hospital doctor: …Haaa…help us…

Roger: We went through the trouble of getting you out of jail. Kate.

Kate: Right. Do you know what’s in these test tubes?

I pulled a test tube out of the tray and held it in front of them.

Kate: …This is an antidote that Roger made.

Privy Council Lord: I-it’s…real!

Roger: Yeah, and the efficacy’s been tested. You’ll feel relief within 30 minutes of taking it.

Privy Council Lord: Haa…hurry up and hand it over!

They couldn’t even stand, and no matter how far they stretched their hands out, they couldn’t reach us.

Roger: Who said I’d just give it you you?

Pricy Council Lord: …What…did you say…?

Roger: Privy Council. You lot stole my life’s worth of research materials by threatening an unrelated party. And you doctors from Gracefield Royal Hospital. You hired funeral directors to kill people for research specimens. There’s a whole bunch of other crimes that keep turning up.

Privy Council Lord: …We

Roger: “We haven’t committed any crimes.” “We, the Privy Council gain Her Majesty’s favor and bring prosperity to Britain.” “We doctors will advance medicine in Britain with our experiments.”

…Is that what you wanted to say?

It appeared that everything Roger said in their place was correct. They looked at us with eyes full of hatred.

Roger ignored them and continued.

Roger: Those are some fine ambitions, and we wouldn’t be able to thank you enough. …However I’ll never forgive anyone who uses their ambitions to justify devaluing human life.

Roger: Kate.

Kate: On it, Roger.

I raised the tray of test tubes with the medicine.

Privy Council Lord: Y-you can’t possibly be…

Royal Hospital doctor: D-don’t…!

They screamed—I slammed the tray down as hard as I could.

The test tubes shattered, glass and liquid spread everywhere on the floor.

Royal Hospital doctor: Ahh…

Privy Council Lord: What did you do…

Their faces turned pale and they tried to sip the antidote from off the floor, but the liquid had already soaked into the carpet and there was nothing they could do about it.

Roger: Die a miserable death. That’s the only kind that suits you wretches. 

That sort of “despair” suited them.

But then—

Roger: …Just kidding.

-

*Here, Jude says オナニープレイ (onani play). Onanism means the pull-out method, but is also now synonymous with (male) masturbation

[the-mandawhor1an]

6 months later...

TLDR: it's Zaddy's and my RP 'anniversary'; artworks; Wolke being emotional about her Tumblr experience; and a fluffy one shot/drabble at the end of the WAY TOO LONG POST

I've alluded to it before, I've commissioned some artwork of the two lovebirbs and they just so happened to get finished this week. Huge thanks to @kenobiwanx for making the two come alive 😭 I can NOT stop staring at them.

LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

Yes these are spoilers for upcoming events but I just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@zaddymandalorian Überraschung!

Back to the actual point *wipes tears off her face*

Let's set the scene...

My dearest Zaddy and I reconnected in November of 2023 as I had been on a work trip at that time and I needed someone to talk to. We'd been talking on and off for the last months, mostly smalltalk and sometimes me complaining about stuff. Worth mentioning is also that I sent her my Maia fanfic back in June. First person to read it besides myself. I've known Zaddy since spring of 2016 ish (which also means I've known her longer than my husband – fun fact) so I felt comfortable with her reading my extremely self-indulgent shit. Everyone needs friends like that ♥

We mused about the roleplays we lost to forum admins being ruthless in their inactive-thread-deletion efforts every 4 months. We had barely started a Witcher RP and I'm sure it would've been awesome if we had continued. We literally stopped 7 ish posts in so nothing had happened really. – Why was it inactive? Well I took a 14 month roleplay hiatus due to me being chronically fatigued. The joys of working a stressful job and being severly anemic. Oops.

I tested the waters and made an offhand comment about maybe giving in and asking her to plot something with me.

This is a very convincing re-enactment of what happened: (translated because we're German potaters)

Well... and that's when the fun began

I, being a total Pedro fangirlie, asked if we wanted to just take the synopsis of my fic and run with that. She agreed, I was happy, she was happy.

So it's been 6 months.

OH. MY. GOD.

I did not think I had it in me to be consistently posting daily for 6 months. We've laughed, we've cried, we've lost sleep over it. We've grinned into our phone screens like maniacs at work and luckily no one asked

And now, 260k words later, I'm still in love with the babies. In fact I'd say I love the little blorbs even more now. Maia has a face, she has outfits (multiple!) she has a family and a story (that's only about 1/3 written so whew we might make it to a million)

Of course I also love Zaddy very much (and I will keep lovebombing your ass, bitch 🖤💜)

You know what, fuck it, I'm mentioning more people. Buckle up! Wolke spreads some love!

@immarocketman for being the first person on Tumblr that I kind of clicked with because we share a love for Pedro and the color purple 💜

@roughdaysandart for 1) allowing me insight in her creative process making a Fanfic comic and b) doodling Maia basically as soon as she made an appearance in text form 💜

The moots: @thefrogdalorian @djarins-cyare @djarins-wife @pedroswife69 for interacting with me, commenting on my posts and being real cute in general 💜

Everyone that ever interacted with me on here has been nothing but friendly, I feel extremely welcome over here. Everyone who liked/reblogged or commented on my posts, thank you so much. 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Now that the sappy whining is over, who wants to read something actually interesting?

In spirit of me being overbearingly loving, I've typed up a bit of fluff from the lovesick fools™ of Clan Mudhorn. Unbeta'd.

It was early in the morning, the sun barely over the horizon and engulfing the room in warm orange light, when Din awoke, a soft and warm body nestled into his side. She let out the softest little hum when he buried his face in her hair, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.

"Sleep," he purred into her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead when her face turned towards him. Again, with a quiet hum, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "How am I supposed to sleep when my husband has his hands all over me?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized and gently stroked her hair. "Why are you awake anyway?" she asked, finally raising her head so her sleepy, green eyes looked into his. "Hey mesh'la," he greeted her with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I don't know. I guess the sun woke me up, it's too bright in here." He sighed. "I miss the hut on Nevarro, it was always dark in there." "Come on, it's not that bad here. We needed more space anyway."

She pulled away from him, rolling over so she was on her stomach, hugging the pillow underneath her to get a better look at her everything. "Is the sun too strong, my warrior king?" a grin crept onto her lips as her eyes blinked slowly. Clearly this was way too early for her liking. To be fair, last night went on for longer than anticipated. "Are the little troublemakers awake yet?" She raised her head and turned to face the door. For now it seemed peaceful and quiet in the adjacent rooms.

Knowing well she would rise from the bed to check if he didn't stop her, Din hoisted himself over her body, practically pressing her into the mattress with his body weight. "You're not getting up to check on the kids now, cyar'ika," he muttered, peppering kisses along her shoulder. A chuckle escaped her lips as she rotated her head so she could see him in her peripheral.

She was so glad the mattress was soft enough to just give in under the weight, forming a perfectly human-shaped dent to make way for her body. "Whatever you say, great Mand'alor." For just a second she could feel him grind his pelvis into her butt.

He kept on pressing kisses on her neck, her shoulders, slowly crawling down her spine, kissing every little scar he found on his descent. "You really have to stop saying it like that." "Like what?" "With the bedroom-voice." He stopped to crawl back up to her head and leaned forward, giving her the chance to look into his face. His eyes were darkened, one of his eyebrows twitching upward.

"You're insatiable," she laughed, shaking her head. He slowly lifted off of her, immediately wrapped both arms around her and pulled her onto his chest. "That's your fault, my love." His voice was warm and silky, the vibration in his chest making her shudder. "My fault?" "You're just too beautiful so I can't keep my eyes or my hands off of you for long." "Di'kut" "Gar di'kut, forever." "Forever is a long time," she said softly and ran her fingers through his hair.

"And I'll be happy to spend every minute with you. I love you so much" he took her hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles. She sighed and watched him kiss every finger, eyeing her intently. She was mesmerized by his eyes, almost hypnotized by the dark brown, with the orange light surrounding them it reminded her of embers, glowing and warm.

Forever was a long time and although it didn't feel like it, time was progressing, evident by the threads of silver that sparkled in his dark brown curls. And although she felt like she herself was showing signs of ageing, he always told her she was as beautiful as the day he met her. "I love you more, mesh'la," she replied and rested her hand on his cheek.

"You and the kids are everything to me. I would die for you," he mused, closing his eyes as her finger brushed over his beard toward his lips. Her movements halted and the dark brown eyes reopened, scanning her features for signs of her sudden stop. The small crease on her forehead was enough for him to know exactly what was troubling her.

"Look at me," he pleaded with her, cupping her cheek in one of his hands now. "I know that look on your face. I would doesn't mean I will. Stop thinking about it. I'm here and so are you." Her hand slowly retreated to rest atop of his, thumb brushing over his warm and tanned skin. "Thanks to you, I am. You've saved my life once, I hope you don't have to do it a second time." She smiled warmly and nestled her face further into his hand.

Din grumbled and pulled her face closer, peppering it with kisses wherever he could reach. "I've saved your life twice. But it doesn't matter, you've given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a family now. And the most amazing wife in the galaxy." "I love you." "Until the end of space and time."

Both flinched when they heard a noise outside the bedroom. Instantly both heads were turned to the door, listening for more noises. One of the kids must've woken up, maybe their voices were too loud.

"Any guesses?" Din asked his wife, once again burying his face in her hair. "My gut tells me it's your mini-version," she suapected, turning her head to kiss him gently. "Your gut? Or your Jedi magic?"

Din rose from the bed, stretching his muscles in the morning sun, stared at by his better half. "And you say I'm insatiable." A sly grin appeared on his lips as he put on a shirt, his shoulders and bicep stretching the fabric just enough to make her hum. "The faster you check on the troublemakers the sooner you can come back to bed. Hurry, I'm not done with you."

She didn't have to tell him twice.

Translations:

mesh'la - beautiful

cyar'ika - darling

di'kut - idiot

gar di'kut - your idiot

[lemonjamdraws]

LILANETTE WEEK DAY 5 - COZY WEATHER

lila is a menace to her gf

“Why is it snowing in freaking October?” Lila complains, shivering as Marinette pulls the scarf around her. “Italy’s weather is way better than this .”

“Definitely not normal,” Marinette answers, looping the scarf to hang down Lila’s front, “but I hope this helps. Early Christmas present.”

“You had this ready three months in advance?” Lila tilts her head inquisitively. At that, the Asian girl blushes slightly.

“I prepare gifts early, okay?” She says, drawing back to get a good look at the olive green scarf she’d painstakingly crocheted back in July. “And look how it’s coming in handy!”

“Very fair,” Lila concedes, smiling, “I see you deliberately matched my eyes.”

“Of course I did,” Marinette answers, “your eyes are so pretty that it’s only right I help bring the color out.” Lila bats her eyelashes before laughing, and Marinette laughs too. Of course, no one would have expected their relationship to turn out like this a year ago, but anything’s possible. After the Volpina incident, Marinette did everything in her power to make up for humiliating Lila in front of Adrien. Luckily no one in class really knew what happened or that she’d been lying outrageously, but Lila smartly decided to cut it out since the plan to make friends quickly backfired rather instantaneously. However, while at first untrusting of Marinette, she warmed up quickly and latched on.

And so the assertive girl of dry wit, sarcasm, and surprising kindness finally revealed herself, and Marinette gained a new best friend. Months later, Lila got the girlfriend achievement (much to Alya’s excitement), and here they’ve been ever since.

“All right, that’s enough, pretty girl,” Lila says, rolling her eyes in a good natured fashion, “before I start rattling off my list of why you’re the best friend AND girlfriend on the planet.”

“Well, I have heard that you’ve hit the triple-digits since the last time,” Marinette muses, reaching down to take Lila’s hand, “I may as well get the updates.”

Lila elbows her and laughs again. “It’ll take hours!” She exclaims. “Maybe over some hot chocolate, I’m going to freeze to death if we stay out here.”

Marinette pauses to look back. “I did sew this to be extra large, actually. Hmmm…” Lila squints as the girl starts to unbutton her thick coat and hold the sides open. “I think you can fit!”

“You want us to walk home in the same jacket? ” Lila asks, more laughter ready to bubble out.

“I need to test out the most important functionality of my prototype,” Marinette says innocently, “get in here!”

With the power of teamwork, Lila squeezes in against Marinette, and gets to re-buttoning the coat closed around the both of them. Once she’s reached close to the top, she slips her arms back through the neck-hole.

“Oh thank the gods,” Lila says, “it’s so toasty in here. One sec.” She starts to rotate within the coat to press against Marinette’s front, who’s laughing the whole way. Just a second later, Lila slides her arms around Marinette’s waist to hug her closely.

“Aww,” Marinette says with a grin, hugging back, “you’re cute.”

“I try,” Lila returns, and slips an ice-cold hand up the back of her girlfriend’s shirt, who shrieks, wiggling around the jacket.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t make me take away your coat privileges!”

“And let me die of the cold?”

“Don’t be so dramatic!”

“I’m only dramatic when I’m out in the arctic tundra like this, Marinette,” Lila says, snickering, “if you can make it to the bakery and get me some hot chocolate then it’ll all be over.”

“Fine,” Marinette says, “mission commencing. Watch your step!”

With four legs coming out of the same coat, they shuffle as quickly as possible down the street.

[kiss-inthekitchen]

by your hand

summary: you've got a thing for the older Salvatore brother. there's a party tonight, and while you'd intended to see if Damon felt the same, your anxiety has other plans.

1.8k, she/her pronouns, descriptions of anxiety

a/n: i'm rewatching the vampire diaries except this time my frontal cortex is fully developed and i am a stefan girl no longer <3 sorry to that man he's great. but i'm full on feral for damon now

You had a plan. 

Had being the operative word. 

If there was a god out there, he was laughing at you. Tyler was throwing a party, a bonfire at the lake, his latest in a long line of ‘we survived the unsurvivable thing that tore through town’ celebrations. And you’d been hyped. Life in Mystic Falls was almost never normal– the little pockets of time when you were free to behave like any other young adult, well, they weren’t moments you enjoyed wasting. 

But that’s what you were doing. Absolutely wasting it. 

You’d put on your favorite outfit, a baby blue set that highlighted your hair color, the soft fabric hugging your figure tightly. You were going to get drunk, have fun with your friends for once, and, possibly most importantly, flirt with Damon. You’ve caught him looking at you more often lately, and you were determined to test his reaction to seeing you in something other than sweatpants and sleep deprivation.  

Except that instead of doing all that, you were having an anxiety attack. In the middle of a party. The last thing you wanted was Damon looking at you now. 

You weren’t new to anxiety. You’d had it all your life. But usually, and especially in the last few years, you actually had something to be anxious about. Tonight there was nothing wrong. You had just started feeling uneasy that evening as you were getting ready. You tried your best to ignore it, starve it of anything to latch onto. You were going to have fun tonight. You deserved to. All of you did. 

Which is why you didn’t tell any of your friends when you realized the uneasy feeling was moving into full on freak out mode. Instead you’d acted like everything was fine, grabbed a drink and managed to stand with the rest of the crowd for about three minutes before all the noises started sounding too loud, the closeness of your friends and acquaintances becoming suffocating. 

And now here you were, sat on a log at the farthest edge of where the firelight could reach, in your useless sexy outfit with your useless discarded plan. Ugh. You were supposed to get stupid tonight. You dropped your head into your hands, forehead pressing into your intertwined fingers. 

The other girls couldn’t understand why you were into Damon– ‘like sure, he’s hot, but do you really want to deal with all that?’ Caroline had asked you once– and she had a point. You knew that Damon was far from innocent. He was impulsive. He was often murderous. But there was something about the idea of having someone who would do literally anything for you… Well, you kept that part to yourself. It was just an idle attraction, you’d told Caroline. It wasn’t like you were going to do anything about it. You’d even believed it yourself, at first. 

Damon had always been nice to you– well, his own version of nice– something which was, in the words of Bonnie and Caroline, super weird. You’d just shrugged them off. The two of you had a good thing going; you bantered, he didn’t threaten to kill you as often as he did the others (and even when he did, it was such a thinly veiled attempt at seeming emotionless that you’d had to stop yourself from laughing). It wasn’t a big deal. 

But lately, things have felt a little… different. He was different. You’d guess it was that he was finally getting over Katherine’s betrayal, thank god. The man had been pining after her for over a hundred years, you didn’t mean to rush him into healing, but christ. 

You remembered the last time you’d caught him looking– you’d finally lifted your head from one of the ancient books Bonnie was having you all search through, leaning back in your chair and groaning. You tilted your chin up, craning your neck back against the headrest to stare at the ceiling. You’d felt his eyes on you then, turning your head in his direction on instinct, your frustration with the task written all over your features. He’d given you a little half smile in return. Not even his usual smirk. It was something… well, you didn’t know how else to think of it. Vulnerable. 

The anxiety buzzing in your stomach broke formation, clawing its way up your chest the more you thought of him. Your chest constricted, the sounds of people chatting and laughing seeming to get louder still. 

Fuck, this party had turned out to be a total bust. Why couldn’t you just have fun? What was wrong with you? 

A twig snapped right next to you, snapping your focus along with it. You sat up straight again, instinctively looking toward the source of the sound. 

Speak of the fucking devil. Or, you know. Think of him. 

Damon sat down next to you then, deliberately slowly, like you might spook and take off into the woods. Part of you appreciated it, and the other part wanted to elbow him in the ribs. 

“What’s going on with you?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“Nothing. I’m fine,” you lied, your voice sounding separate from your body. 

“Yeah, and I was born yesterday.” 

God, he wasn’t going to leave well enough alone, was he? You sighed, wrestling with the sudden self-destructive urge to make him leave you alone, to blow up the whole night for good. At least then you’d be in control of it. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and Damon’s presence wasn’t helping.You didn’t truly want him to leave either, you knew that much. You just wanted it to stop.  

Suddenly you felt Damon’s hand covering yours, stilling you where your fingernails had been scratching against the uneven surface of the log. You hadn’t even realized you’d been wearing away at it, peeling away layers of wood and dropping them at your feet. 

“I can help you,” he said lowly. 

You really looked at him then, for the first time since he sat down. He turned to you slightly, his eyes wide and genuine, any hint of his usual facade gone from his features. 

He could help you, you realized. You just had to trust him. Like, really, completely trust him. It surprised you how quickly you realized that you did.

You held your wrist out between you, the charm from your vervain bracelet dangling in the space between. “Take it.” 

“You sure?” 

“I trust you, Damon. Take it off.” 

He handled you like something delicate, his touches featherlight. His fingers grazed the skin of your wrist as he undid the clasp, and then it was gone, the piece of jewelry gingerly slipped into his jacket pocket. 

He nodded at you, once, a signal for you to start talking.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” you began, “I don't know…” you set your jaw, overcome with frustration. What could you even tell him? How could you explain this? “Nothing’s even wrong, and I’m supposed to be having fun, but I just–.” 

“Are you scared?” 

You rolled your eyes almost on instinct. “Damon–” 

“Answer the question,” he implored, his eyes unguarded, such clear green in the firelight you almost lost your breath for a different reason. He wasn’t compelling you yet, just asking.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Please, Damon. Make it all go away.” 

He lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, grazing the back of his forefinger across your cheekbone. “I will,” he whispered back, index trailing a line down your jaw until he’d hooked it beneath your chin. You wanted to laugh at that. As if he’d need to hold you there with him, as if you could look away now. “You’re safe now,” he spoke, pupils dilating. “There’s nothing to be scared of here. You don’t need to worry about anything.” Damon lifted his compulsion from you then, adding in his normal tone, “Now, breathe deep for me, can you do that?” 

You felt the tension in your chest dissolve, your breath coming freely now and you sighed, long and deep, in relief. 

“There you go,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. His hand moved to stroke your hair, his thumb resting against your cheek. He looked genuinely relieved. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, tearing your gaze from his so he wouldn’t see you blush. He drew his hand back from you, and the loss was very nearly painful. 

“Anytime.” 

“You don’t think it’s stupid?” you rushed out. You weren’t entirely sure why you said it. He didn’t seem to think it was stupid at all. Maybe you were just terrified that the moment would end. 

“I don’t,” he assured you. You looked back at him to discover his usual smirk had taken over his features. “You’re only human, after all.” 

You scoffed, feeling nervous for an entirely different reason now. 

“I could… I could take it away forever, you know. If you wanted me to. I could– take away your suffering.” 

He looked almost scared to say it, the only time you’d ever heard something like trepidation in his voice. You felt your eyes go wide, your mouth dropping open just the slightest bit. His gaze followed the movement, settling on your parted lips. Oh. 

He couldn’t mean it, though, could he? And if he did… Yeah, Damon’s always been nice to you. But you wouldn’t really consider this nice. This felt like… something else. 

But if he did mean it. Would you let him?

“That’s not a decision for tonight, though,” he said, standing suddenly. For a single second your heart dropped, thinking your moment was over. And then he was holding a hand out to you. “The night is still young, and you’ve got some catching up to do.”

You smiled, taking his hand. “Get me a drink?” 

“She makes requests now,” he scoffed, keeping hold of your hand even as the two of you headed towards the keg.  

“Well, someone keeps giving me what I want.” 

He just hummed in response, pushing a cup into your hand, waiting until you’d lifted it to your lips before he spoke. “You know, your heart’s still beating pretty fast.” 

“Is it?” you asked, feigning innocence as you looked up at him over the rim of your cup. 

You took a sip, setting it down on a nearby stump before adding, “Guess you must be losing your touch.” 

He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching. “Mm. Must be, since there’s clearly no other explanation.” He took that moment to really take you in for the first time, his gaze traveling down the length of your body. Completely unhurriedly, the shameless bastard. “Have I mentioned,” he murmured, eyes snapping back up to yours, “how fucking incredible you look tonight?” 

You couldn’t help it. Your skin flushed under his gaze, your whole body going hot. 

His smirk deepened insufferably. “Losing my touch, huh?”

[misslavenderlady]

Hello Lavender I recently came across your page your writing is wonderful and I love it. May I request demon The lost boys + Micheal x nun reader smut very smutty if your up for it. I can’t wait to read this wonderful story you have planned out :).

Mary On A Cross 🛐

David/Marko/Dwayne/Paul/Michael/Female!Reader

Summary: Just because you're a holy woman on sacred ground doesn't mean you're safe from the temptations of Hell. The true test of your faith will be when five demons come to play~

Thank you @xxryn for the writing request! I appreciate your patience. This came out so much longer than I planned. I'm not Catholic (or even religious for that matter), but I did a lot of research about the church and nuns. Forgive me if some stuff isn't accurate.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Dub Con, Nun!Reader, Female!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Sex Dreams, Temptation, Religion Kink, Shame, Confessions, Prayer, Demons/Incubus, Teratophilia, Flirting, Pet Names, Groping, Pretending to be a priest, Sex on an Altar, Sex in a church, Group Sex, Vaginal Sex, Taking virginity, Nippleplay, Licking, Spanking, Dom/Sub, Clit rubbing, Mutual masturbation, Circle jerk, Dirty Talk, Praying, Creampie, Sex feeding

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession. These are my sins.”  

You really felt like a failure for having to do this, but it was absolutely necessary. The struggles you were dealing with had worsened recently, and you feared that your will was being tested. Still, you had to be strong. That was why you were in the confessional, sharing your sins with the hidden priest.  

For as long as you could remember, you were devoted to your religion. It was a significant part of your life growing up. You attended many christenings, weddings, and funerals held at your family’s church of choice. Rain or shine, you went every Sunday to sing and pray. Your teen years were a balancing act between academic life and your duties for the church. Every authority figure in your life praised you for being such a good kid.  

So that’s what you decided to devote yourself to as an adult. You knew nothing of life besides faith, so you followed the path to becoming a nun. It was no small task to complete, yet you were more than dedicated. You gave up your luxuries, promised your vows, and joined your convent to live a humble life that was fully devoted to God. It was hard work, yet you handled it with ease.  

That was, until recently.  

Temptations had begun to creep into your daily life, attempting to slip into the cracks of your spirit and corrupt your very soul. Though such things would seem normal to an average person, you were a woman of God. You had to be disciplined, and you knew the smallest tests of faith could spiral out of control.  

It had started with rather sensual dreams that you had in the dead of night. Every time you slipped into a deep slumber, visions of handsome men and bare bodies danced around in your mind. They whispered lewd promises and sang out the most depraved moans you’d ever heard. The first time you had such a dream, you had woken with a start, completely drenched in sweat. You were sure you were ill with some kind of fever.  

But it didn’t stop after that.  

It was a bit different each time. Sometimes you saw a blond. Other times it was a brunet. One night, the voices promised to be gentle and make love to you. The next night, the voices demanded to fuck you like a wild animal. It made your head spin with each passing night. Though you never really remembered the faces when you woke up, you always had a dripping heat in between your legs. Cold showers had certainly become your friend.  

The shame you felt was getting worse. Everything you knew about sex was from the educational courses in school long ago. That, and there were some rather colorful remarks made by the boys whenever you wore a skirt to class. Such temptations never swayed you before, but this time was different.  

You desperately tried to pour yourself into your work. You chanted plenty of Hail Marys, spent hours each day praying and read the bible over and over again. Whenever a charity event was planned, you were the hardest worker involved. Your fellow nuns were so proud of the work you did, yet you still held a pang of guilt deep inside.  

That’s why you were confessing these sins today. You shared these erotic dreams with the intention of clearing your conscience.  

“I cannot silence these dreams, Father,” you said in exasperation. “It has gotten to a point where I can feel my mind slipping back to them during the day. Whenever I try to do my work for God, I see these images of lust and I feel...dirty.”  

“I see. While you are a faithful woman to God, it is important to remember that you are still human. We all have temptations that make us stray from the path, but we all find our way in the end,” the priest explained to you. “In fact, you truly have not done anything wrong for these are visions beyond your control. After all, you have not done anything to act on such desires.”  

Your stomach twisted with guilt. It reminded you of your days of youth when you confessed to silly things like sneaking a treat from the cookie jar or lying to your parents about where you went with your friends after school. You never did anything truly wild, but the guilt made you feel small and weak.  

“That’s the problem, Father. I...like those dreams. I find myself wanting to act on the desires they give me. Wanting to experience that pleasure...oh God, help me, I’m so ashamed...”  

Every time you dreamed of sexual conquests beyond your wildest imaginations, you felt the need to quench your thirst grow stronger and stronger. There was a time long ago when you had realized how good it felt to rub yourself on your pillow, but you were too scared of the consequences to complete your pleasure. The temptation to explore your body and satisfy the lustful ache was worsening.  

“My child,” the priest interrupted your thoughts. “You are not alone in this world. There will always be love and appreciation for who you are. These dreams are a test for you, nothing more. A test of what you are truly capable of. It may be scary, but you must have faith in yourself. Perhaps you will find that you will become stronger than you ever imagined. It will all be okay in the end; I can promise you that.”  

You exhaled, still wary of what you were experiencing, but feeling a lot better thanks to the kind words of the priest who listened to your confession. There was genuine care in his voice, and you appreciated him for not being judgmental of your struggle.  

"Should you find yourself facing the temptation again, come to the sacred ground of the church so you can share these struggles alone with God. You may find that solitude will provide the clarity you need to overcome this challenge and come out stronger than ever." 

That was certainly something you could do. With a hail Mary and a thank you to the priest, you stepped out of the confessional. You would keep his words of guidance in mind as you went about your duties for the day.  

With the moon shining down to bring another beautiful night, it was time to sleep. Your plain, white nightgown was draped over your frame, ready to keep you warm and safe during the hours of slumber. You prayed before tucking yourself in, asking for a dreamless sleep.  

Though as you shut your eyes and drifted off, that prayer was swiftly proven to go ignored.  

It was so innocent at first. Nothing but pure silence in your dreams as you rest. Then the familiar forms of your frequent visitors appeared before you. They weren’t entirely clear in your vision, but you knew these were the men you had seen night after night. One stood out more than the others, a faded image of platinum hair and a long coat. Even with his face hidden, you knew he was smirking. He always was.  

“She’s ready for us,” he purred. His voice was muffled as if he was speaking underwater. A gloved hand reached out to you, caressing the side of your face. Even in your sleep, the sensation felt so real. It made you want to squirm away, but your body remained paralyzed. 

“Now now, my pet. Do not fight us. We’ve waited for this night for so long.”  

The other figures moved closer, each moving to a different side of you. They trapped you in a circle, hovering over you. You could not see their eyes, but you certainly could feel them watching you. Never before had you felt so vulnerable.  

Playful giggles teased your ears, mocking you as their hands caressed your body. Still, your ability to move was taken away and you could not get yourself to wake up. The more these figures played with you, the stronger your fear became.  

You were under their control, up until the moment when the leader of this nefarious gang of dream monsters finally revealed his eyes to you. Yellow. Sickly yellow in a sea of red.  

“It’s time to wake up.” 

The spell was broken, and your eyes shot open. Your body was free and immediately shot up in a panicked jolt as your senses finally came back. Goosebumps were littered across your skin and your heart was pumping faster than ever. Those hands that touched you. They felt so real. Like it wasn’t in a dream.  

That wasn’t the scariest part though. What truly struck fear into your heart was how wet you were. The slick in between your legs could not be ignored. Your thighs clenched together, trying to fight off the tingling sensation that taunted you so. Even though the dream frightened you, it enticed you as well. The battle for maintaining your status as a holy woman was still going on.  

You had to fight for your faith. 

With a toss of your bed sheets, you slipped on your shoes and dressed in your robe and habit. A bible was held in one hand and your rosary beads in the other. The cover of darkness cloaked you as you maneuvered around corridors and corners, making your way to the church.  

You knew the path well. Day and night you prayed away in the church of your convent. It was a place of safety, and seeing the familiar statues and stained glass when you opened the doors immediately washed away most of your fears. The soft glow of candlelight beckoned you, giving a warm welcome as you kneeled in front of the altar. With the sign of the cross, you prayed. 

“Lord, with your bright and open heart, forgive me for showing darkness to the light. Putting my back, to what is right was wrong, and I have sinned against you. Forgive me, O merciful one, because I have relished my wrongs and I am sorry for what I have done. Lord I am ready to continue following in your footsteps. Take me from the dark. Hear me now, O lord. Amen.” 

Satisfied with your prayer, you basked in the silence of the church, taking the time to think about what you had done. You were strong. You were devoted.  

But you certainly weren’t alone.  

“Now what's so bad about the dark~?” 

Your eyes shot open at the sound of a voice speaking to you. It wasn’t across the room, but rather right behind you. Turning your head around, you were face to face with a visitor in your church. A man towered above your kneeling form, dark clothes draped over him, and hair striking platinum.  

This man was so very familiar. Though you didn’t know who he was, your gut was telling you that this was someone you had seen night after night. Still, you couldn’t believe such a thing. Surely, this was not the one that danced around in your dreams. It had to be some kind of coincidence. 

“Wh-who are you, Sir?” you questioned timidly. With your eyes locked on the man, you rose to your feet, clutching your rosary as tightly as possible.  

The closer you got to him, the better you could study his features. He was a truly beautiful man. Stubbled cheeks and icy blue eyes. You were a celibate woman, but you were still human. The priest you spoke to had reminded you of such a thing when you went into confession. Still, you would not be swayed.  

“Why, my sweet little darling, don’t you recognize me?”  

Your heart dropped in your chest. The blood in your veins went ice cold. This couldn’t possibly be happening.  

“I think she’s shy, David.” 

The new voice immediately made you jump in fright, as it was spoken right next to you. While clinging to your chest, you looked to the side to find a man with dark hair and eyes gazing intensely at you. Where on Earth did he come from? 

“I think you’re right, Dwayne. What’s goin’ on with her, Paul?” 

To the other side, a shorter man with flowing curls of gold eyed you hungrily. There was pure wickedness in his hazel eyes, and you did not like that at all.  

“Wait a minute, who wants to know, Marko?”  

Another. Right behind you. A shriek came from your mouth as you spun around, coming face to face with a blond-haired, blue-eyed man lounging casually on the altar. The four strangers snickered at your reaction, clearly amused by your fear.  

This really wasn’t good. You were a woman all alone in the church, surrounded by four incredibly intimidating men. There was no way any good could come out of such a situation. All you could do was grasp at the cross around your neck and pray to God to show you mercy.  

The one they called David took your hand, moving you so you would face him again. His smirk grew wider as he brought your hand up, kissing the back of it. The way his beard scratched at your soft skin made you feel dizzy. A twinkle danced in his eye, no doubt from the amusement of how timidly you reacted to such a gesture.  

“We’ve been visiting you night after night, my dear,” he cooed. “Surely you would recognize the sounds of lust we sang to you while you slept~” 

Before you could even get a word out, the other three men pushed in closer to you. They each moaned and whispered lewdly, perfectly clear for you to listen. Your cheeks flushed at the sounds, completely overwhelmed. All the while, David watched with delight.  

“I...STOP! Stop it!” you cried out. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not welcome here!” 

“Awww that’s not true, sweetheart,” Paul giggled behind you. “Aren’t all God’s kids welcome and all that?” 

“I dunno, Paulie. We’re not exactly related to ‘God’. Quite the opposite,” Marko added. 

Something about that made your stomach churn. There was something far more sinister in what he meant. You trembled as the boys traded looks with one another. They surely weren’t up to any good. You were about to find out just how dangerous they truly were.  

“I think it’s about time we show you exactly who...or rather what we are~” David smirked.  

You didn’t know what to expect by such a confusing statement. It was only when the blue in David’s eyes faded away and the glow of gold took its place that you realized how grave the situation was. They were the same demonic eyes you saw before you awoke.  

And the transformation only got worse.  

Before your very eyes, David and the other boys morphed into inhuman creatures. Their figures towered higher and their hands stretched out longer, talon-like claws growing from the tips. They salivated with mouthfuls of fangs. The clothes on their bodies faded into mere clouds of smoke, leaving their beautiful figures completely bare. Without the clothing, they had the freedom to show what they had been hiding behind their backs.  

Deep, crimson wings unfurled from their shoulders, stretching out to present their truly massive size. The shape and form mimicked that of bats, only far more jagged and sharp in appearance. Impish tails slithered out as well, slithering across the ground much like snakes.  

You were speechless. Horrified. Demons were right here in your church, completely surrounding you. Your body felt hollow, nothing but the void of dread swallowing you whole. There wasn’t even strength in your voice to scream.  

If it weren’t for the doors of the church opening up at the other side of the church, you would have been paralyzed with fear for eternity. Your prayers must have been answered because a priest was standing in the doorway. Young and strong, just the hero you needed.  

"HELP ME, FATHER!" you screamed out, finding the strength to push past the demons and sprint straight into the holy man's arms.  

"What's going on here?" he asked, holding you close. You already felt much safer in his embrace. His voice seemed familiar. Comforting.  

"There are demons! Real, unholy demons on sacred ground!" you cried out. He held you tighter as you hid from the sight of the monsters. "You must perform an exorcism at once! Please!!" 

The priest soothed you, holding you close to his chest. Demonic laughter taunted your fears. You couldn’t understand why they were so powerful in a church, but you had faith in the priest and his ability to cast them out. They had to be vulnerable in some way.  

“I’m so sorry. I really am. Please forgive me...” 

Before you could even ask what he was apologizing for, David spoke out to him directly.  

“You did your job, Michael. Get out of that ridiculous disguise and bring our little lady over here.” 

In a flash, your heart stopped in your chest. The man who you thought was coming to your rescue was one of the monsters. He proved it as much as he transformed before your very eyes. His chest and arms shifted around you morphing into unnatural length. The priest disguise faded away and his own pair of demon wings stretching outward. 

Gazing into his glowing eyes, you could swear there was still a human glint remaining. Perhaps his guilt was true for betraying you. Still, that certainly didn’t stop him from lifting you up into his arms and holding you tightly so he could carry you back toward his beastly friends.  

“NO! God in Heaven, save me!!” you screamed out, striking Michael’s chest with your fists in vain.  

“God ain’t here, babydoll~” Dwayne chuckled. 

“We’re the only beings you’re gonna worship now~” Paul added.  

Your body trembled as the five beings watched you carefully. They were so much bigger and stronger compared to you. When David reached forward to caress your cheek, you winced, fearful of how easily he could hurt you.  

“C’mon, darling girl, there’s no need to be frightened,” he cooed. Michael passed you to him, whispering another apology before letting you go. David smiled down at you as he carried you up the steps that you had been kneeling on just moments ago.  

“We’re not here to hurt you. Nor are we here to bring you to Hell. That’s not the kinda thing we do with humans~” 

He nodded towards Marko, silently signaling the curly-haired demon to clear the items at the altar so he had space to put you down. The man smirked with delight before swiping his claws over the table, letting the holy objects clatter to the floor below.  

You felt utterly dirty being laid down over the altar from the look of mischievousness in his eyes. There was a growing fear of just what would he would do. How could you possibly trust his word to not bring you any harm? 

“My brothers and I are very special demons,” he explained. You whined as his clawed fingers gripped at your habit. That too was tossed aside, letting your hair become exposed. “We are incubi. Do you know what that is, dear?” 

As a matter of fact, you did.  

They were creatures that fed on the desires of man. Usually, they manifested in dreams and had “sex” with their victims as a way to obtain their energy. Now all of those dirty images you dreamt of made sense. They were the monsters that tempted you so with lust.  

“I’m sorry, honey. David’s kind of mean about these things,” Michael chimed in. He was perched at the other side of the altar, fingers petting your hair as an act of kindness. “I told you, they are nothing to be ashamed of. We’re more than happy to give you the things you want. We feel good when you feel good.” 

Now you were really upset. You looked at Michael with disgust in your heart.  

“You....you monster! I trusted you! I didn’t talk to an actual priest! My sins....oh they haven’t been forgiven...” 

While you wept in fear and frustration, the other boys crowded. Though you wanted to scream out in terror, you silenced yourself when you found no danger in their touch. The boys shushed and cooed in your ears, kissing and massaging you while David and Michael still held you down.  

They were demons. Monsters that would surely destroy you. And yet, their touch made you feel....good. Amazing, in fact. You had never experienced the embrace of a lover, yet they were far more delightful than you had anticipated.  

Surely it was their power influencing you. Clouding your judgment.  

“We’re still good on our word, darling. Our very nature is to bring pleasure to beauties such as yourself~”  

David's fingers traced over your hipbones, teasing you before slinking over your inner thighs. Though you tensed at how close he was getting, the others lulled you back into your sense of calm. 

“We’ve had our eyes on you for quite some time now. We sent little Michael here to act as our eyes and ears and study you better. You are truly an adorable thing. Sweet. Innocent. Virginal.” 

A soft gasp fell from your lips as his hands slipped under your robe, claws pulling at your underwear. You shivered as the fabric slipped down your legs. All around you, the boys eyed the garment with hunger, no doubt getting anxious to divulge in your body.  

“We don’t just want to take you, my dear,” David whispered. You shook terribly as he grabbed at your legs, opening them up like the gates of Heaven. He was pressed up against your lower body, teasing you with his length. This was really happening.  

You were going to lose your virginity to a demon. God would never forgive you for this, but your body would never want to forget it.  

“Tonight, we’re going to make you our bride. And that means....consummating the marriage~” 

The last thing you heard before he sunk in was the devious laughter of his demon brothers. Immediately, your back arched and your cunt clenched, so unfamiliar with such a sensation. To your shock, he slid in easily, despite being so massive. You hadn’t realized how soaked you were up until that very moment. God, you really had been so blind to how much you wanted this.  

“Fuuuuuck, this pussy is perfect,” David growled, his voice far too low and distorted to be human. The others watched in delight, each enjoying the show. Still, they didn’t forget about you.  

Dwayne’s tongue and teeth played with the skin of your neck, finding patterns that made you squeal the loudest. Marko’s hands lewdly groped you through your robe, pinching the sensitive nipples underneath to make them stand out. Paul joined David’s work, nimble fingers traveling down over your clit to start a circling motion. It reminded you of your previous experience with experimentation.  

Michael was truly the sweetest out of them all. He held your face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss you. He wasn’t a deviant like the others. There was genuine romance in the way he kissed. It gave you that fluttery sensation in your stomach that your friends in school had talked about.  

“Are you frightened now, my little love?” David asked, watching you closely.  

“I....ooooh..mm!!....a....l-little...” you mewled. He filled you so deeply, it was impossible to concentrate on anyone but him. “Oh....I’ll tr-truly be sent to Hell....for th-this....” 

That made the others giggle playfully. You had broken your vow to God, and they were enjoying every moment of it.  

“Aww dontcha worry, babygirl,” Dwayne cooed in between licks. 

“Why don’t you say one of your prayers?” Marko suggested, flashing a fanged grin.  

“I’m sure God will forgive you for getting your cunt filled in a church if ya do~” Paul teased as he picked up the pace, getting you to wiggle and sigh some more. 

While your body was caught up in the intense pleasure, you got your mind back on the prayer you said every day. David threw your legs over his shoulders, pushing in deeper inside you. Seeing you so helpless was truly driving him wild. 

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.....Thy Kingdom come...oooh...Thy will be d-done in earth....A-As it is...nmmm!..in heaven..” 

You prayed quietly, gripping tight to your rosary as David kept up his thrusting. He and the others were so wild, yet they worked so perfectly together. Your attempts to cling to your holy ways only added fuel to the fire within them. They each toyed with you more and more, hungry for you in all your innocent glory. 

“Say it louder, pet,” David demanded. He struck your ass with a spank to further the point. “Be a good girl for us~” 

“Give us this d-day...our....our daily bread...aaahh...and forgive us our trespasses, as w-we forgive those that trespass....f-fu..against us..!!” 

There was something happening inside you. Something that you never experienced before. It was growing stronger by the minute, ready to consume your entire being. It made your mind go fuzzy, and it paired well with the fast thrusting of David’s cock. Your voices and sounds of sex echoed off the church walls.  

“That’s it, sweetheart~” Michael whispered. He and the others had each begun to stroke themselves while David took you. The flush in your cheeks only got stronger when you saw their massive cocks around you. They all made the most vulgar sounds.  

David was fucking you faster now, no doubt to chase his own rising pleasure. You didn’t know what would happen, but you wanted it.  

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...For....For thine is the kingdom, th-the power, and the gl...glory...For....e-ever and ever....Amen!” 

By what was surely a miracle of God himself, you managed to finish your prayer. Just at the right time too, as your built-up desire finally overcame you, hitting you swiftly with pleasure.  

“OOOhhh my God, David!!” you cried out for the demon. Your beautiful voice calling his name finally allowed the incubus to climax as well. He pushed himself in as much as he could, cumming deep within your sacred body. His brothers followed closely, all growling out while they marked you with their seed.  

You shuddered from the unfamiliar sensation. It was so warm and gooey on your body, and it absolutely ruined your robes. Still, all you could truly think about was how amazing they looked after all of it. David, especially, was looking quite satisfied.  

They hadn’t lied. You truly had an amazing time. If they weren’t monsters from Hell, you would have thought it was like being blessed by an angel. They certainly were beautiful enough to be such beings. But while you were feeling drowsy with how relaxed you were, the five of them had a newfound energy. After all, they technically had just fed.  

And by the way they were licking their lips and eyeing you carefully, you had a strong feeling they wanted some dessert too.  

“Ooooh you’re never getting rid of us now, sweet girl,” David purred. “We’re gonna have a hell of a night with our new wife~” 

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[fantasy-relax]

Drabble because of this wonderful work of art made by @crispyfriedchikem that loves causing pain to Bela :

Two lines.

Positive.

How? They have been careful!.

....Did she wanted it?.

The image of you playing with a child mixed with your and her features made her heart beat with a happiness that couldn't be contained even if she were still under the spell of Miranda.

It's only been a few months since both of you leave! How this could happened!

A baby, she was pregnant with your baby and now she has to tell you.

She was scared, excited, happy, anxious it feels like she was feeling everything at once, God the worst part of getting back her emotions is having to deal with them.

"Bela?" Of course you had to enter now.

"I-I-I" were her eloquence had gone? She hides her face behind her hands trying to collect her thoughs and words.

She hears you walking just to stop in front of her.

"Love, look at me" the sternly way you said made her comply, you grab her chin with a gentle but firm hold.

You clean her tears with you hand, when she started crying?

"Its true?" you pointed at the test in the table.

"Yes" she tries to avoid your eyes but you don't let her.

"Did you want to have it?" Did she?

She never thought of what her future will be she was too busy trying to free her family from Miranda claws.

Now she can't stop thinking about you, a home big enough to have a office for her and an art room for you. Thinking a little more she can picture one room more, with walls of soft colors, toys everywhere and a baby sleeping soundly in their cradle.

A child of hers.

A child of you.

She wanted it.

"I do" There was no doubt in her voice.

You hug her tightly.

"Me too" the tears fall in her shoulder, she just hug you back.

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She was entering in her four month of pregnancy when she decided to tell her sisters.

"I'M GOING TO BE A AUNT!"

Daniela scream of happiness almost let her deaf but she could be mad at her enthusiasm, the redhead was already making promises of free babysitting. She was sure that her child will end with a miniature of Dani skateboard.

"HAHAAHAHAAH OH GOD, HAHAHAHA"

Cassandra found extremely funny that the infamous ice queen got pregnant in her first relationship. After being mocked for what feel like hours, Cassandra finally gave her congratulations and well wishes, stating that if they need help with anything just to call her.

"I wouldn't tattle you to mother tell her if you want to is your decision, I have rehearsals to go, take care I love you"

She never called Alcina.

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Eliza was crying in her cradle, she wake up first it was her turn anyway. Picking her baby girl she bounce her slightly.

"Shush, Copilul meu, mama is here."

She stopped crying at the sound of her voice but her little hands started moving searching for her mother. Bela sit on the bed and indulged her child wish.

Eliza had her hair and eyes but your everything else. She looked at you sleeping after a hard day of taking care of your child, surprisingly it came very easy to you, the feeding, the bathing everything come to you like a second nature. She smiled and put the blanket back in your shoulders.

Looking at her daughter, something was nagging at the back of her head. Dread, but for what?

She was free, she had you, she had her baby, Miranda had nothing to gain from her or you.

So why she was so scared?

"AgM" a tiny hand was touching her wet cheek. It seems like you, your child not liked when she cried.

"Mama is okay Eliza, sorry for worrying you" she kisses the child head.

"I'm not going anywhere"

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"Miss Bela?"

"Um.. What?"

"Go to your room to rest if you need it, I going to tell Miranda that the paperwork is going to be ready tomorrow morning."

"I-Thank you MC"

"You are welcome, I know how my wife work you to the ground"

"... Yes she does, excuse me"

Everything is numb, her heart is no more and she knows it but when she is in her room the sobs that escape out her mouth threat of wrecking her body.

The worst is that she doesn't know why.

[upn-the-sky]

General Kratos (no-ashes OOAK, part 1)

The headline is a spoiler itself, but whatever, because today is the day, when i finally can share the part of my latest work!

This is going to be my second custom of the action figure and long story short. When I had a first thought about having a tan-skinned human Kratos, I was blessed with rare enthusiasm, because we don't have any official figures of Kratos in his "golden ages" as a human and general of the Spartan army (WHY).

It would be easy just to repaint figure from mass production, but those figures are all post-vow-to-Ares. And we need to be canon. If we make Kratos from the timeline when his soul was still his, we make him fully-General!!

Why not to go under the cut to see how is it going?

Everything starts with the head as usual. I bought it last fall, I guess? You have no idea how hard it is to find a bald head with a beautiful scull. With the right proportions of the face to match the body and to match Ares. (They are going to stand together). All "action heads" are different and rarely interchangeable and I guess I used all my luck at this step, because things became so problematic after, that I nearly lost my mind. In a time I also bought a head of a nordic Kratos in a hope to make my life easier, and oh god it is giant even for a giand body I have.. This head now in my scrap.

Anyway. Let's look at our donor. Don't know who is this...

You probably think 'meh he doesn't look like Kratos' and you are right! But what do I have here? A KNIFE!

The plan was simple, I just needed to cut off his neck and face and re-sculpt this head entirely.

Step. By step. I cut and build again his eyes, eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, cheekbones, jawline, forehead, nape... until I started to see him. Hi~

Actually, you never can say, how the sculpt will show itself after painting. It is the most cruel and frustrating thing, you can like the result, but the face easily can play uno reverse card with you in the end. With those thoughts I made a new neck for him. Because default neck of the body I chose was too long and wide and has an absolutely useless point of artuculation. First try, second try, and after curing it still seemed a bit too long, so after passing some time I cut the bottom of the head a bit to set it deeper.

After finishing the sculpting I sended all and prepared everything for toning head and neck with the airbrush. Aaaand here my airbrush died. When I bought a new one with a normal compressor, I proceed. Somehow I repaint it 5 or 6 times in a row. God bless my "red stone" primer, really. Quick color match test! Nice?

Nice! Now we can finally paint his face and body. Really I have no idea how doll customizers uses pencils for such a small faces. How! Brushes and a liquid paint is the only option for me. And I am happy about improving my technique since I painted Ares! ❤

By the way, his scar is carved, you can feel it, it is just hard to see it at photo.

Oh gosh here I had a big exhalation, because sculpt didn't do a sucker punch to me, while it could. I didn't give him a too angry face for a yet-secret reasons, but wow.. he is.. so young. ?? and.. human-like It is easy to forget that there were time, when Kratos wasn't 200% done. It is so mind-wrecking. I.. it is hard to show at the pictures how much life and personality he actually has irl. I will gave you a better pictures next time, when I get used to him, I just see now how easily electric and natural lights and shadows change the perception of his face. But.. still wow.. He needed the last thing. His beard. Here could be a lot of curses, because it ate 3 days and 4 tries to glue and form it, but it won't be here! Let's just have a small laugh, because I used actual goat wool for his goatee. And we finally can assemble him!

What's next you ask?

I kinda have nothing to say except 'I am making his Dominus armor now 👺'.

Thank you for watching and commenting in tags if you did it when I made Ares doll, I love you guys

Stay tuned! Skeletor will return very soon!