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flammingnachos · 5 months ago

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“𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵“ （）𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 (𝖬）

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌；"Because a chance like this did not come your way every day, you had known to save it for an extremely special situation. While you had not been sure what would constitute such an occasion until it had come your way, you certainly knew now. Now all you had to do was to let your boyfriend in on the secret. And what a delicate secret it was."

After winning a bet against Katsuki, you get to wish for anything that you desire. Unfortunately for him, what you desire is Izuku.

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A while ago, you had made a bet with your boyfriend. Katsuki had found it so entirely unbelievable that you might, indeed, be capable of scoring better than him on last semester’s final exam even if you studied hard enough. He was nothing if not competitive. While it offended you a little that he had apparently been so sure to win the bet, the prize had been all the sweeter for it – one wish. Anything you wanted, no matter when, no matter how big, no matter why.

The exam had come and gone and you had outperformed him. Thus, you had received your free wish. Because a chance like this did not come your way every day, you had been holding onto it for weeks and months at this point. You had known to save it for an extremely special situation. While you had not been sure what would constitute such an occasion until it had come your way, you certainly knew now.

Now all you had to do was to let your boyfriend in on the secret. And what a delicate secret it was.

Katsuki was lying in his bed on top of the comforter, reading a comic book while you were sitting cross-legged next to him, pondering how exactly to bring up your suggestion to him.

“Hey,” you started eventually, causing him to lower the book, indicating that you had his attention. “Remember that bet we made a while ago?”

An eye brow, raised. “Fucking finally. Did you figure out what you want from me?” He did not seem as annoyed as his choice of words would implicate if it were any other person but him saying them. If anything, he sounded intrigued. You wondered how long that would last.

“I did.” You paused, beginning to brace yourself for a rejection despite not even having made your suggestion yet. “Remember, you said that I could wish for anything.” You emphasized the last word.

He simply growled affirmatively, urging you to get to the point.

“So, I was saving it for something that was really, really out there and that I really, really wanted. And I think it’s something that you probably really –“ Once more, a strong emphasis on the word. “– don’t want. So, it’s okay if you say no.”

“I’m not going to,” he interrupted, scowl ever-present. “You won the bet, so you get whatever fucked-up thing you want.” You wondered whether he was going to regret this posturing a few moments from now.

“It’s okay if you say no,” you repeated, undeterred. “I just want you to actually consider it for at least one moment before you say no.”

He was waiting impatiently for you to say it. You had finally reached the point where there were no more ways to procrastinate on putting it out there anymore.

“I…” You swallowed. “I wanna sleep with Izuku.”

Very suddenly, his eyes were as wide as saucers. For a moment, you were almost certain you had driven your boyfriend’s brain into a black screen of death with the mere suggestion. Just when you were about to declare it a joke – which would have been a lie, but for the sake of your relationship, you would have done it –, he finally responded.

“What. The. Fuck.” His voice was almost eerily calm compared to his usual manner of speaking. Perhaps you had unintentionally caused him to malfunction after all? You decided that now that it was already out there, you had to stand by it. It could really only get worse from here on out, so you would simply have to roll with it.

You took the forgotten comic book from his hands and dropped it onto the floor carefully. Then, you straddled him, leaning down until your breaths were mingling. “I don’t mean that I want to have an affair with him. And I don’t want to go and be alone with him and fuck him, either. I want to sleep with him, and I want you to be there, and I want you to be involved. I’m just…” Reaching for his hair, you ran your fingers through the blond strands affectionately. “Curious.” You pressed a kiss to his mouth that was still slightly open in shock and, perhaps, distaste. “You’re still the only one I love.” A reassurance, in case he needed one.

And then, he managed to shock you even more than you had shocked him, simply by saying, “Okay.”

“What, seriously?” Until this very moment, you had not even entertained the possibility that he might answer favorably.

“But I sure as shit won’t be the one to ask him. That’s on you.” You nodded fervently, afraid that he would change his mind again. “Also, when the fuck did you look at Deku of all the fucking people and think to yourself, ‘Yeah. I want that inside me.’?”

You could not help but laugh out loud at this. “You’re an idiot.” The affection in your voice was tangible and you shifted so you could lie down against his side, legs tangling with his. His arm wrapped around your shoulder. He had always been more the type show his feelings for you with actions than with words.

“Seriously, though. What the fuck gives? There’s tons of other guys in our class alone who’d probably sell their soul to get to rut you. And you want Deku of all people? The guy who’ll probably cream his pants at the sight of you in a bra?”

“That’s the secret, lover. It’s the innocence that gets me.” You looked at him with a twinkle in your eye. “I could ask you to fuck me sideways into the next century and you wouldn’t even blush.”

“True,” he mumbled, running a hand downwards from your back to your thigh and squeezing your ass lazily on the way. “But neither would you.” Also a statement of truth.

It was not lost on you that not for a single moment, either of you even considered the idea that Izuku might say no. And you were about to be proven right very soon.

That Sunday afternoon had been as good as any. You would never not have been anxious of propositioning Izuku. Izuku would never not have been scandalized by your proposition.

Later, it would not quite make sense to you how you had come from dropping into Izuku’s dorm room unannounced with your boyfriend in tow to straddling said boyfriend on his childhood best friend’s bed – all while the bed’s owner was watching you two. Izuku’s face was beet-red, and while he had sat down on the edge of the bed as well, he had left a noticeable safety gap between himself and the two of you.

He was too precious, really.

“Maybe it helps if you watch us at first,” you said to the intimidated boy, keeping your voice soft and steady. It was a little as if you were talking to an easily-scared animal. It was too obvious that Izuku had not yet realized that at some point between his gangly teenage days and now, he had become handsome.

He only looked at you with big eyes, neither nodding nor shaking his head. At least it was not a no, so you decided to follow up on your suggestion.

Properly settling into Katsuki’s lap, you leaned down to kiss him. Your eyes fell shut as he took control almost immediately, pushing his tongue into your mouth and shoving his hands under the comfortable tank top you had decided to wear for this occasion. His large, hot hands came to rest on either side of your ribcage, thumbs dipping under the wire of your bra.

“Wow.” You broke away and licked your lips, keeping your arms around his neck. “You’re eager.”

In response, he grabbed your pelvis and pulled you down against his groin harshly. “Let’s not pretend I’m the one here who wants to fuck Deku.”

You pressed another peck to Katsuki’s lips and began to grind yourself against him the way he had implied he wanted you to. It never took him long to get hard. He pulled your top over your head and put a hand on your breast over your bra, squeezing the soft flesh.

Remembering that you had an audience (and, in fact, said audience was the most important character of the day), you turned to look at Izuku. “He’s right, you know. This was entirely my idea.” You could not help but grin appreciatively when you noticed that his eyes were glued to your yet bra-clad chest. Reaching behind your back, you undid the clasp of the garment and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. If you had believed for even a second that his eyes could not potentially get any wider, you had been wrong. The obvious appreciation in his gaze translated into a spark that quickly found its way through your body and went straight to its goal between your legs – where Katsuki’s erection was now pushing against you through too many layers of clothing.

You pushed Katsuki’s t-shirt over his head before you climbed off him and stood up from the bed. With the efficiency of two people who had been having sex for a long time, he took the chance to take off his own pants and underwear while you untied the waistband of your sweatpants, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of the pile of fabric.

Then you paused, turning directly towards Izuku in nothing but your black panties. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, overwhelmed by the impossibility of a nearly naked girl standing in the middle of his dorm room. It was difficult not to feel a little pride in the effect you had on him.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Izuku?” you asked sweetly, smiling and cocking your head at him.

He hesitated, open-mouthed, not quite knowing how to respond.

Katsuki – perhaps unintentionally – came to his aid. Your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed in all of his naked glory and apparently entirely undeterred by that. Then again, he had nothing at all to be ashamed of – he was a gorgeous specimen after all. “Of course he fucking does. It’s probably his first time seeing tits, and your tits are pretty fucking amazing.” With that, he reached for one of your hands and pulled you towards him. Once you were standing between his knees, he let go and leaned back onto his elbows. “I think you should get to work.”

You wondered whether Katsuki was being rougher in words and action than usual because he wanted to carve out his territory in front of Izuku. It was the most likely explanation. No matter what the reason was, however, you did not mind. You trusted him to know how far he could go and how far would be too far. He had, after all, never crossed your boundaries.

Kneeling down in front of the bed, your eyes sought and found Izuku’s once more. Giving him a one-sided smirk, you whispered, “Watch me.”

Both guys’ eyes were following your every movement as your tongue made its appearance and you licked the first drop of pre-come from his cock’s head. You closed your lips around the tip and hollowed out your cheeks, the flat of your tongue pressing against its underside. Resting your hands on Katsuki’s thighs, you used him to steady yourself on your knees. Then, you started bobbing your head, swallowing a little more of his erection with each forward movement.

His hand found purchase on the back of your head, guiding your speed and movement. Soon, the head of his cock was stretching your throat as he held you down against his base for a moment, forcing you attempt to swallow around him, the sensation of your muscles trying and failing to tighten around him rushing him closer fast. He groaned out loud before letting go of your head again, letting you continue by your own rules. “She’s fucking magic at this,” he swore, his vulgar praise causing further wetness to collect between your legs.

You watched for Izuku’s reaction. He said nothing, but shifted in a place a little – the tent in his pants was becoming more and more prominent.

You increased the suction on Katsuki’s length, knowing exactly what you had to do to get him off. When you felt the vein on the underside of his cock trembling, you knew he was close. One last time, you took him into your throat as deeply as you could before pulling back and replacing your mouth with your hand. “Come for me,” you requested, catching and holding his fierce gaze as you positioned your open lips an inch or so from his tip. You knew he so enjoyed being able to see everything.

He came in four spurts, liquid salt on your tongue. Before you did anything else, you looked at Izuku again. Making sure he was watching you, you leaned your head back and swallowed, ensuring that he could see your throat bobbing as you did so.

You were unsure whether you had only imagined the noise that came from deep within him then. Even if you had, his arousal was a fact, as evidenced by his clearly visible erection.

Lifting yourself off the floor, you stretched your legs one after the other, knees popping as you did so. Then, you slowly took a few steps until you were standing in front of Izuku again.

“You’re next,” you declared. Then, you realized that in his interest, you wanted to try to be more tender than usual. “If you so wish, of course.” He was looking up at you in a mixture of amazement and fear, and you smiled at him reassuringly.

“Okay,” he eventually said, and you knew that this one word had taken all of his courage combined. Once more, the simple word okay had turned out to be the loveliest answer of them all.

“Can I undress you?” you asked, and he nodded shyly, yet determinedly. You had the feeling that he was probably not going to turn out to be the most vocal lover, but you did not mind. It suited him.

Once you had carefully rid him of his shirt and pants, you took a moment to admire his body, now in nothing but dark blue underwear. From his freckles to his lean, yet perfectly defined frame, he was all you had been imagining and more. You looking him over like this seemed to make him uncomfortable and he suddenly found the floor so much more interesting than the woman standing before him.

In the background, Katsuki was enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, lazily watching everything. He only had eyes for you. You were hoping that he would join back in later, but for now, you had the feeling that Izuku needed your full attention.

“This is your first time, right?” you asked, hoping that your tone managed to get across that you were not mocking him.

Still, he would not look at you. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Is it that obvious?”

“Pretty much,” you admitted, deciding to go with honesty as your best bet. “But that’s not a bad thing.” As gently as you could, you took his face in both of your hands and made him look at you. “If, at any point, you want me to slow down or stop, all you have to do is say so. I want this to be good for you,” you emphasized. One of his hands wrapped around your wrist, running up and down your lower arm. A silent gesture of thanks. It was the first time he had touched you all afternoon.

Thinking to yourself that it would probably be best if he were the last one to get naked, you cast your eyes downwards to your last piece of clothing. “Would you like to undress me?” you offered. He nodded again.

When he reached for you, his hands were trembling just the smallest bit. He moved slowly and steadily, barely touching you at all. Nonetheless, you could feel how wondrously warm his palms were and you could have sworn that the pads of his fingers were calloused from training. When your panties hit the floor, he looked up at your face again. Seeing the look in his eyes it became impossible to deny that he, too, wanted you. Your heart beat faster at the thought.

You offered a hand to him to pull him up. He accepted, and suddenly, he was half a head taller than you. You stretched onto your tiptoes in order to be able to kiss his cheek, attempting to quench some more of his nervousness this way. Whether it had worked or not, he did not protest at all when you lowered yourself to pull his underwear down.

Despite your curiosity, you tried not to stare too hard, lest he feel even more embarrassed. The short once-over you did give him revealed only favorable information. Again, you wondered how on earth it was possible for him not to know just how attractive he was.

“I suggest you lie down on your back and let me be on top,” you decided.

“Okay.” He seemed almost relieved to have an exact request for what he was to do. Perhaps he even enjoyed your guidance.

Katsuki had by now vacated his spot on the bed, making it possible for Izuku to lie down in the middle, the way you had asked him to.

Slowly, you crawled over him, straddling his hips with your knees. This was what you had been fantasizing about all this time, and you had to pause a moment to simply take it in. To take him in – handsome, naked, perfect, waiting for you. Like his face, the upper part of his chest, too, was freckled and flushed with a lovely, soft red color. His hands hovered over your thighs, unable to make himself go through with his desire to touch you. His erection was firm and beautiful, rising from his body nearly perpendicularly. If only you could have had this moment framed. Your insides constricted with want.

The mattress shifted as another weight was added. Katsuki fit himself against you from behind, chest against your back, his legs bent in the same way as your own. A sense of unadulterated calmness washed over you. It was good and right that he was here, with you, sharing this moment. He snaked an arm around your torso but said nothing. You took that as a sign to go ahead.

You had been wet enough since the very moment you had seen Izuku look at you with lust in his eyes. Taking his cock carefully in one hand, you pushed the head of his erection between your folds. It was enough to make him gasp with the newness of the sensation.

“Ready?” You mentally counted down from five to give him one last chance to change his mind.

Instead, he looked at you – into you, through you – and, with more determination than he had shown in anything so far, said, “Yes.”

You sank down on him in one fluid motion, enveloping all of him inside you. “Oh God,” he cursed, lovely green eyes fluttering shut and fingers constricting around nothing but air. He still had not dared to touch you, even now, when you were the closest two people could be.

Your velvet heat around him was mesmerizing. For a moment, he swore that the only things in existence were your body and his own. “So warm,” he thought out loud, not quite realizing that the words had left him. In none of his wildest dream could he have possibly imagined how good it would feel to be inside you.

Reaching for his hands, you considered for a moment whether to simply place them on your breasts. Then you thought better of it and instead entwined your fingers with his, giving them a reassuring squeeze. With how lithe he looked, especially in his training uniform, you sometimes forgot that Izuku was no way a small guy. It showed in how his hands dwarfed your own. Perhaps other women would have been put off by his large and raised scars, but they only drew you in even more.

Katsuki’s arm tightened around your middle possessively for a moment, as if to remind you that he was still here. It was not like you could have ever forgotten about him, especially not with the length of his – already, again – growing erection pressing between your butt cheeks.

“Izuku,” you said and gained no response. When you began to rock your body up and down slowly, the time that had stopped for him moments ago began again.

Size-wise, the two men you were trapped between were not all that different, you found. As if two keys had been forged for the same lock, Izuku, too, fit you perfectly, stretching you exactly as wide as you could stand it. Incredulous, he looked up at you, eyes catching on the sight of you fucking yourself on his body before traveling upwards, over your shaking breasts and finally to your face. His eyes met yours and you could have sworn that it was reverence you saw in them.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” His voice was strained already, subdued by the weight of the moment. You hoped, from the bottom of your heart, that it would become a memory he would later remember fondly. You knew that you certainly were going to.

Keeping one hand linked with Izuku’s, you let go of the other and instead let your fingers intertwine with those on Katsuki’s hand that was still wrapped around your middle. You needed him to know that while this moment was for Izuku’s benefit, this was about him, too, and that his turn would soon come. But first, you had another objective.

“Izuku,” you offered softly, stilling your movements. “Can I kiss you?”

It seemed to only dawn on him then that normally, people that had sex probably also kissed each other. “Of course,” he responded breathlessly yet without hesitation, as if to say that you need not even have asked. You smiled at him and he smiled back shyly. Shy, still, despite everything.

You were still smiling as you leaned down, pausing just inches from his face. There were teeth marks on his lower lip from when anxiety had made him bite down on it. Despite this, his lips appeared soft and inviting. You moved in and his eyes fell shut in anticipation, but at first, you only pressed another kiss to his heated cheek, something constraining inside you at the repeated realization how cute he was. His breath hitched, and then you swallowed it whole.

He was clearly inexperienced, but it did not detract from the kiss at all. It was hard to believe how tenderly his lips moved against yours. He whimpered when you pulled his lower lip between your own and sucked on it softly. When you pushed your tongue into his mouth, he accepted it timidly, but willingly, soon meeting it tentatively with the tip of his own. His hands moved to the sides of your face, holding onto you and caressing your skin softly, the gesture almost too loving for you to stand it. You wanted to melt into him.

“Probably his first kiss,” Katsuki asserted from behind you. Izuku broke the kiss, dropping his head in mortification. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that Katsuki was right. Something not unlike pride sprouted inside you at the knowledge that you had been his first in more than one way.

“Well, in that case, I’m honored.” You hoped it did not come off as a taunt, because you truly meant it. Izuku was still inside you, feeling almost like a part of you if it had not been for the delicious sensation of being stretched. To remind him of the situation you were in, you lifted yourself and let your body swallow him once more, with more force this time. That got his attention.

When you moved in to kiss him again, he was better prepared than the first time. However, your movements had not been properly coordinated, and when you shuffled to be able to deepen the kiss even further, his cock slipped out of you. He thrust into air, once, twice, clearly unhappy with the situation. You reached a hand down to line him back up with your entrance, but were stopped by your boyfriend’s hand.

“Wait,” Katsuki commanded, and you – of course – obeyed, fingers still around Izuku’s length.

Already, he had buried himself inside you, fucking you from behind in that wonderfully forceful way he knew you so liked. Unable to contain a shriek, you buried your face into Izuku’s neck where his Adam’s apple vibrated with a groan at your hand tightening around him.

“So you don’t forget who fucks you best.” With that, he pulled back out, a hand tightening on your shoulder. “Go on.”

After regaining your lost senses, you did just that, once more sliding onto Izuku, wetter even than before. His grateful groan was delicious as he grasped for your waist, finally, finally daring to hold onto you properly as you moved up and down.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was rougher than normal when he reached for your face, pulling your back against his chest again. He held onto your chin with one hand and pushed two fingers into your mouth with the other. The stark contrast between the two of them left your mind reeling. Then, the fingers were gone from your mouth, now coated in saliva. You had an inkling what his plan was.

While you were no stranger to anal sex, you had never been penetrated by two men at the same time. The thought excited you, and the wet finger probing at your asshole doubly so.

You slowed your movements to a halt, allowing him to prepare you. One finger slipped inside, pumping in and out until your muscles had relaxed enough to allow for another. The second digit did not go in as easily, but Katsuki knew your body like a language he was fluent in. His fingers were so much larger than your own. When he scissored them inside you, your muscles tried to contract again, but he would not let them. You swore that the sheer abundance of fluids leaking from you onto Izuku’s cock should not be humanly possible. Wondering briefly whether Izuku could feel the fingers inside you through your walls had you shuddering in arousal at the thought.

When Katsuki removed his hand and placed the head of his length at your rear, you once more reached for Izuku’s hands. This time it was to steady yourself in the midst of all the sensations you were feeling. Katsuki slid inside you slowly and with care so as not to hurt you, inch for inch until you were filled to the brim.

“You made it,” he informed you, voice unusually calm. At the same time, he was running a hand across your shoulders and upper arms, petting you while letting you get used to the feeling. It was so like him to not be losing any especially kind words but still find a way to show you that he cared.

At some point, your breath had become erratic. You had never felt so full, and that, coupled with the realization how lucky you were right in that moment overwhelmed you enough to force a few tears into your eyes. You tried hard to blink them away. To have these two amazing men wanting to be with you like this. In that moment, you were the luckiest girl in the world.

“Fuck,” you whined, your inner muscles fluttering around them. “Move already, you two. Please?”

That, and raising your pelvis a little to give Izuku the chance to abide by your wish, was all it took.

They fucked you in tandem, Katsuki opting for a slow but deep pace. Izuku, on the other hand, had trouble sticking to any one speed or rhythm, using your body as a canvas on which to try out different things. You enjoyed not knowing which movements to expect from him – he would drive into you deepest whenever you were not expecting it, and the lack of control on your part that came with it excited you. Unable to do much else as they ravished you, you let your head fall backwards onto Katsuki’s shoulder.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, tongue claiming you as a hand toyed with one of your breasts. When he broke away, you were panting, having forgotten to breathe for a moment there. Thinking became hard in the light of your pleasure. They surrounded you, were everywhere in and around you, were your entire world.

Izuku’s grasp on you tightened, fingers digging into your skin. “I’m –“ he started, face red with exertion and embarrassment, voice raw. “Can I –?” He seemed unable to finish his question out loud.

“Do it,” Katsuki said in your stead, knowing that you were unable to speak right then. “But you better fucking appreciate the privilege, asshole. She can’t come like this, though.”

Katsuki’s hand fell to your center, rubbing firm circles into your clit, sending you onto your way up the precipice. Then, you felt spurts bursting inside of you, Izuku’s hot come leaking into you and spilling over, and then you were coming, too. You lost your place in space and time as your bliss crested, whiteness overcoming your vision for a moment.

You fell forward, your insides convulsing as Katsuki was still driving himself into you. Izuku caught you, somehow, despite the fact that he must have been nearly as out of it as you, going by his facial impression. He held you in his arms while you were still shuddering with the aftershocks prolonged by Katsuki’s continued fucking.

Your boyfriend rested a hand on your lower back, leaning his weight on it as he sped up. When he came with a shout, he lifted his palm off your skin, supporting himself on his wrist only so he would not accidentally harm your skin. You could feel yourself burning up from the inside with his natural heat. You moaned weakly as he rode out his orgasm, thrusts slower now. Eventually, he stilled inside you, and you knew it was to keep his seed inside you for as long as possible before he would eventually have to pull out. Izuku had softened inside you by now, but you appreciated that he had not left you yet. You wanted this moment to last – just, please, a little longer.

For a long while afterwards, the three of you simply lay there in silence, your body trapped between both of theirs. You were on your side, facing Izuku, who was lying on his back. Katsuki had never been the cuddly type, but here he was, his front pressed against your back, a possessive, but comfortable arm around your front. Perhaps it was mostly about making it abundantly clear whose you were, but you enjoyed it nonetheless.

Izuku seemed more relaxed than he had all throughout these events, yet still, he seemed to be avoiding looking at you – despite the fact that your body was pressed against his side. It was endearing how he still found it in him to be embarrassed, after everything.

You draped an arm across his slightly sweaty chest, admiring how it still visibly rose and fell with every time he inhaled, even now that he was no longer out of breath. You were certain that if the situation had been different from how it was, he would have very much liked to cuddle with you; you were almost a little sad to be missing out on it. Instead, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Still, he was avoiding your eyes.

“You know, you’re allowed to look at me,” you encouraged him softly. “You were literally just inside me. I think we’re past that.”

Listening to you, he rolled onto his side, facing you. You smiled at him, wondering if you looked as destroyed as you felt. He reached out, hand hovering over your hip for a moment before he got a hold of himself and actually touched you. Then, going against all of your expectations, he actually kissed you. It was perhaps the gentlest, kindest kiss you had ever received.

You swore you felt a slight grumble in Katsuki’s chest that was still pressed against your back. He did not say anything, however, and you knew that he was holding back for your benefit. You felt your heart swelling with love for him in that moment.

Even after breaking away, Izuku remained close, simply looking at you. There it was again – that look that told you he was not entirely sure you were real at all.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked, reaching up and gently running a hand through his messy, dark green hair.

“So much,” he verified, confirming your assumption and returning your smile, if a little shyer.

“I’d fucking hope you did,” Katsuki finally weighed in. “For her sake.”

A shadow fell over Izuku’s face for a moment as he remembered that this had, after all, simply been the result of a bet between Katsuki and you. Several times, he opened his mouth to say something before closing it again.

“If…” He trailed off before starting again, trying hard not to stumble over his words. “If this is a one-time thing, can I… maybe try something?”

A request, from him? The idea intrigued you. “Sure. What would you like to do?” you coaxed him.

“Can I –” He cleared his throat before finishing the rest of his question in a hurry. “– go down on you?”

You quickly turned your head to see Katsuki’s reaction. He looked annoyed as always, but gave you a curt nod while his hold on you tightened again. You promised yourself that you would make it up to him later, in all the ways he deserved.

Then, you turned back to Izuku. “If you don’t mind that you came inside me earlier?” In fact, both of their fluids had begun to leak out of you while you had been enjoying the afterglow.

His brows knitted in thought for a moment. “I… don’t,” he decided. “Should I?”

“Of course he’d be the type of guy who’s into that,” Katsuki grumbled into the back of your neck helpfully. “Her cunt tastes amazing. No accounting for your junk inside it.”

Once more, Izuku’s cheeks flushed with red color as he sat up. If you had had to guess, you would have probably said that his ideal way of losing his virginity would probably not have included your very vulgar boyfriend.

You rolled onto your back, wrapping your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulling him into a quick but deep kiss. “I imagine Izuku is not as into your dirty mouth as I am, love.”

“Don’t fucking care,” he growled into your mouth before replacing the words with his tongue once more.

The mattress moved as Izuku got on his stomach between your legs. Katsuki moved, freeing your line of sight so you would be able to watch what was happening. Then, he got up off the bed, leaving Izuku and you to your own devices for a moment.

In front of your center, your green-haired short-term lover had paused. Even though he knew that you were watching him, he could not help but simply look at your body for a moment, fascinated by the reality of you. Some amount of white-ish, mostly clear fluid had leaked from where he had been inside you before. The knowledge that it was his semen running out of you, reminding him that he had been allowed to release himself inside of you… he was almost ready to faint right then and there. Before he could do so, he overcame himself and licked it up.

He received an immediate reaction in the form of your muscles contracting around the tip of his tongue. You were a little raw from being fucked so thoroughly, and thus, his touch was wonderfully intense. He repeated the motion, pushing the muscle inside of you. He wondered how it was possible for you to still be so tight after your earlier actions. Trying to get more comfortable, he snaked an arm under your thigh from below and laid his hand on your abdomen. There, he could feel the muscles under the skin tightening as he licked inside you. The taste was… strange. Not what he had been expecting. But he really did not mind it at all.

To be perfectly honest, he did not have a kink for the exact type of situation like Katsuki had implied earlier. But there had been times – when he had been alone with himself – in which he had imagined what pleasing a woman with his mouth might be like. He had simply never considered himself bold enough to actually try it. But today – this was about more than that.

He had not missed the fact that had Katsuki not been there to help you out earlier, you would not have come. Izuku had been too lost in the moment and in how amazing it had felt to be inside you to realize. And if, after today, he would never get to be with you again, he wanted to be the one to give you an orgasm, as well. Thus, he pulled back and moved onto the small organ further up, where your labia became one. He closed his lips around it and sucked.

Your response was immediate and intense. You arched your back off the bed, moving a leg to curl across his back, inviting him in further.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, closing your eyes and enjoying the intensity of the feeling. While you were entirely caught up in what Izuku was doing between your legs, you felt your head being lifted. Katsuki had cleaned himself off and put his underwear back on. Now, he had sat down on the bed with crossed legs and placed your head on one of his thighs, letting you use him as a pillow.

You looked at him from below, as blissful smile consuming your face. Reaching up with one hand, you softly caressed his cheek. “Welcome back.”

“Enjoying yourself?” he countered, eyes trailing over your ravished form and taking in the guy currently at work between his girlfriend’s thighs.

“So much,” you admitted truthfully, already feeling your stomach beginning to pull into a taut coil again as Izuku dutifully responded to every signal your body gave him. Apparently, voicing your approval out loud served to make him a little more daring as he pushed his index finger inside of you.

You felt so, so grateful. Grateful to Katsuki for loving you enough to let you have this. Grateful to Izuku for making the reality so much more amazing than you could have ever imagined.

“Keep doing exactly that,” you moaned. “That’s…” You sighed as a second one of his large fingers slipped inside just as easily. “…perfect.”

He pushed them in and out of you in a slow rhythm, which was everything that you needed in that moment. Not for a moment did he cease his ministrations on your clit until he had to in order to ask, “More?”

“Two’s perfect,” you reassured him, realizing a moment too late that it was the second time in a row you were using that word to describe what he was doing. But why shouldn’t you, if it was true? “Three of mine, maybe. But your fingers are big.”

His eyes met yours for just a moment before he closed them and continued his work by licking and sucking your clit. You were becoming putty in his hands.

“You were never this eager to learn,” you teased, voice strained, while looking up at your boyfriend’s face from his lap. A lie. Still, in turn, his eyes narrowed at the obvious taunt, and he reached for your breast, squeezing the nipple more forcefully than strictly necessary. He should have really known you well enough to know that it would only rile you up further. In response, you tightened your leg around Izuku’s shoulders, urging him on as you sensed your orgasm on the horizon.

This time around, its approach was slower. Izuku never tired of pleasuring you, and when you came, he was almost surprised. He stilled his fingers inside you, feeling the way your walls contracted over and over, wanting to commit it to memory. That’s what you tasted like. That’s what you smelled like. That’s what you felt like. That’s what his name sounded like, falling from your lips in a moment of vulnerability. And him, right there, in the middle of it all, directly responsible.

Minutes later, you were still lying on his bed, on your side and curled into yourself. Izuku had followed Katsuki’s example and put his underwear back on, ignoring the strain of his rejuvenated erection against the fabric in favor of a little decency. Meanwhile, there you were, naked as the day you had been born and unable to find it in yourself to feel embarrassed.

They were sitting on the bed with you, Katsuki next to your head, Izuku next to your knees. Katsuki’s hand was resting on your bare shoulder, not stroking you, not moving at all. He was simply holding onto you, anchoring you in reality. Izuku did not dare touch you then – it seemed like such an intimate gesture. He did not want to impose.

You felt too weak to speak, too weak to let go of this moment and let it move on from something that was happening to something that had happened.

Nevertheless, there was one thing that could not remain unsaid.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

You hoped they knew that you meant both of them.

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lace-coffin · 11 months ago

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HII!! Dude I wanna marry your writing like ?? 😍🥹 but could I possibly get a nsfw thing with a male reader x asa Emory, but the male reader refuses to do anything and just keeps messing a lot of stuff up and like causes a lot of trouble for asa and almost kills one of his bugs (on accident)? And they kind of just go and hide until Asa finally finds them and catches them for punishment ?

How would Asa Emory punish a bratty s/o for hiding from punishment? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x Bratty!Male!reader

(Reader can be read as cis or trans/gnc!)

Requests are open!

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Thank you so much for the kind words! I really appreciate it and I hope u enjoy this! Mwah!

Tw for power dynamics/power exchange, spiders, sexual content, sub/dom, general asa emory stuff

You were really getting on Asa’s last nerve and that was even before today. He loved you, he did, cherished you even, you’re his special little pet, but man were you on thin ice recently.

Recently you seemed hellbent on causing as many issues as you can for asa, being incredibly stubborn about even the most basic orders, at this rate Asa swears he’s going to burst a blood vessel. He’d only asked you to clean up after yourself, dumbly he left you alone in the kitchen under the guise of making a quick snack (well not completely alone, the camera’s were always watching, easy for Asa flip up on his phone and check in on you)

Unsurprisingly Asa came back to a mess, it was probably naive on his part to even allow you to prepare food on your own with the way you’ve been acting up recently, but really?

“Think I messed up the instructions, my bad” you drawl lazily as your head is hung over the back of one of the dining room chairs. Behind you in the kitchenette area the microwave has been left wide open, the inside looking worse for ware and that’s being kind. Food is splattered and stuck to every surface inside the microwave from where it burst, the ‘food’ in question (calling this abomination “food” is generous) lays burnt and smoking, somehow still frozen on the inside and burnt on the outside.

“What the hell did you do?” Asa lets out a defeated sigh, pinching the bridge of his slightly hooked nose.“I’ll make you a snack ok? Just clean the mess first, pet.” You finally look over his way, eyes meeting his dark ones, challenging in a way you know will rile him up. “I don’t think I will..” you respond feigning nonchalance. In reality you can already practically feel the wave of excitement teeming under your skin, knowing how much trouble you’re going to be in.

It seems counterintuitive really, you’re here under your master and things go well if you behave for him yet you deliberately wind him up until he boils over and leaves you sore and breathless. You never were one to have conformist tastes you guess.

Asa clenches as unclenches his fists a few times before continuing. “Clean this up now. I’m not sure why you thought that was a request and not an order, maybe your stupid puppy brain can’t comprehend it. Clean it now and do it properly or come here so I can show you what happens when you’re being a brat. Regardless you’re cleaning it one way or another so you may aswell choose to be a good boy.” Asa tries to keep a level head, despite your best efforts to infuriate him.

The room hangs in silence again as you continue to stare him down, dumb bratty smile painted on your face, oh he’s going to hate this. You can’t wait.

Instead of gracing him with a response you bolt, not unlike his tarantulas when startled.

You almost can’t hear the pissed of rumble he lets out over the sound of your own laughter, skidding down the hallway and around corners. This becomes a lot less amusing as you crash into the ornate dark stained cabinet that houses the enclosure to your masters prized tarantula. You only have time to make a face of pure horror as the glass enclosure shatters against the floor.

Punishment now thrown to the back of your thoughts and the least of your worries you move slowly towards the tarantula as not to startle it worse. Poor bramble is now under a side table and disorientated thanks to you, skittering away under there in fear when the tank fell. (You defiantly named bramble after finding Asa hadn’t named him, appalled. Asa rolled his eyes but eventually started calling it the chosen name in time, he can’t say no to you.)

You slowly prompt bramble onto your hand, letting him plod his way onto you with his chubby legs. You frantically give him a look over, making sure nothing is broken or damaged, he seems to be in perfect health still, just a little shaken. You let out a deep sigh of relief and walk him over to one of the temporary hospital tanks, thinking it will be best for him to stay there until his own tank is replaced for now.

You turn from the tank and meet Asa’s stunned eyes, your not sure wether he’s angry or impressed at your quick thinking with bramble.

“Sorry…I’m sorry sir” you say quietly, upset that you put bramble in danger with your recklessness.

You whip around and sprint off down the haul again, not wanting to face the consequences of your actions so soon. You bunker down under the master bedrooms bed, not an amazing plan you know but it’s the first place your brain came up with in the moment.

The imposing figure trudges after you down the haul, shattered glass from the tank crunching under his heavy boots. He’s pretty sure he knows where you are. You’re an incredibly smart boy when you want to be, not particularly smart at hiding though unfortunately.

The door creaks open and you see your masters boots appear In front of the bed, you wince in anticipation. The yelling never comes.

“I’m not angry pet if that’s what you’re worried about. What happened with Bramble was an accident and you looked after him exceedingly well afterwards. However between that and the kitchen you aren’t getting out of this punishment. You may come out on your own or I will drag you, your choice.”

You think it over for a moment, you know what ever is going to happen once you come out is going to suck. Might as well go out with a bang right? “Get fucked”

“That’s what I guessed, such a pretty thing with such a foul mouth” he shakes his head.

Suddenly you let out an undignified scream as strong gloved hands rip you from under the bed by your leg. You’re slung over his broad shoulder and taken back to your room.

Asa stands you in the middle of the room and closes/locks the door, he turns back to you with a stern face. “Hands” he orders, moving behind you. holding out his palm expectantly. You give a little huff but extend your arms behind you. Asa grabs your wrists firmly and handcuffs them behind your back. tight enough to let the metal bite into you if you squirm too much but not enough to cause damage. Usually he’s a fan of intricate rope work in these situations but he doesn’t have the patience after your performance earlier. He gives a tug on the cuffs and enjoys the groan it pulls out of you.

Asa circles back around you like a vulture, waiting for you to be at your most vulnerable to strike, now face to face and forced to look into the deep inky eyes In front of you. A black nitrile gloved hand strokes over your hair gently. “See? You can be a good boy when you want to be” Asa gives a your cheek two soft patronising pats.

“Down.” He snaps his gloved fingers and points to the floor, this is a basic command you know off by heart, not that you intend on letting it be easy.

You stare Asa down for a few moments, he looks incredibly unimpressed and steely. Before you can even get a smart retort out of your mouth your hair is gripped roughly, your face pulled towards Asa’s. “If you know what’s good for you, you will do what you’re told” he sneers, you yelp in pain as you’re forced to your knees by your hair. “Much better”

Now you’re situated on the wooden floor he reaches to slip his belt from the loops, a dumb horny grin spread on your face. “Aww look at you puppy. you don’t even know what’s about to happen but you’re practically dumb just thinking about my cock aren’t you?” Asa removes the garments on his bottom half and sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread. “Come. You know what to do.”

The way you scramble between his legs is almost pathetic, so eager to get yourself attached to his cock anyway you can. Asa lets out a deep groan of content as you press a little kiss to the head, looking up at him through your lashes. “This is all your good for hm? Looking pretty on a dick?”

You giggle and continue, slowly taking him into your throat, just as your gag reflex starts to kick in he grabs the back of your head, slamming you down onto the last inch of his leaking cock. Your eyes go wide as you struggle, now unable to push him away for air because of the handcuffs. Asa looks down at you with a sick grin as he enjoys your struggling. “Did you forget this was a punishment, mutt? You think you’re going to cause me problems all day and just get to suck my cock as a reward? You must be dumber than I thought.” He chuckles above you.

Wrenching your head back he lets you up for air, loving how ruined you look already, face ruddy and eyes teary, excess saliva connecting to his dick in a string. “Don’t look at me like that, you knew this was coming slut.” You’re pulled back onto his dick until every last inch is so deep In your throat you’re practically breathing it. Asa lets you adjust for a moment before guiding you back and forth, starting off slow as you get used to it but working up to a brutal pace, balls slapping your chin with a lewd sound. After a few minutes of rough treatment Asa finishes, not bothering to alert you first, you don’t deserve it right now.

Asa’s gloved hands press into your scalp as you take all his seed down your throat, not wanting to waste a drop. Once you think you’ve gotten it all you pop off his cock with an exhausted glazed over look. Your master gazes over you fondly, holding your chin with his thumb. “Open up, let me make sure you didn’t waste any” Asa lets out a pleased noise after inspecting your mouth. “Good boy”

You practically vibrate with need, it’s not lost on Asa the way you’ve been wiggling and clenching your thighs together as you gagged on his dick, he knows how impatient you are and how bad he makes you need it. With a final look that says “don’t disappoint me” Asa frees your hands, rubbing over the red marks left behind from your struggle.

“Want me to touch you, puppy?” You nod eagerly, palming yourself over your jeans. “Ah” Asa swats your hand away. “No touching unless I say so, don’t forgot your place. Now, undress and close your eyes for me.” You send him a questioning look but do as requested, throwing your clothes aside for now and wrenching your eyes shut.

You hiss in relief as he finally touches you, wetness already pooling from your need, keening into his hand, loving the attention after waiting so long. You hear something clink and flinch a little, a toy maybe? You make a small noise of complaint as the cold metal touches you. Asa slaps your thigh in retaliation. “Be good” a beat passes as he finishes whatever he’s doing. You look down in suspense only to be instantly mortified. A chastity device sits mockingly around you. (Chastity belt if afab or cock cage if amab < 3 )

“But I- I was good i-“ Asa presses a warm hand to your mouth, cutting your sentence short. “This is the rest of your punishment, did you really think I would get you off after how you’ve been acting?”

Asa grips your chin again, tearing your glare away from the toy you’re essentially trying to burn a hole in with your mind. “What do we say?” He asks sternly, rubbing a hand between your caged legs and making you whine. “Thank you sir”

“You’re welcome, cricket”

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deliciousangelfestival · 11 months ago

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Every Time You Lie - Ch 6 || Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x female!reader, dark!Husband Lloyd Hansen x Wife!reader.

Synopsis: Any woman is jealous of you, especially with the status of being the wife of Lloyd Hansen—the CEO of the biggest pharmacy company in the country. From the outside, everyone sees you as a perfect family, a successful husband, two kids, and living in a big house.

But the truth is different. You are trapped in this marriage because of the mistake you made. You are willing to give everything you have to get your freedom. Free from him. Free from your vicious mother-in-law. Free from your snobby son.

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

Warning: Betrayal, suicidal thought, harsh language, tragedy. Minors do not read. 18+

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You and Lionel arrived home from the arcade, and Lloyd awaited them. As you entered, Lloyd greeted you with a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek. However, his words hinted at an indirect warning about you not letting him know about your whereabouts.

"Wife, you didn't inform me where you were going. You used to do that before..." Lloyd's tone carried a subtle edge, making it clear that he expected you to keep him updated.

Lionel, upon hearing his father's voice, visibly flinched. Lloyd then instructed Lionel, “Go to your room,” with a stern tone, to which Lionel responded timidly, "Okay," and quickly retreated to his room.

You couldn't help but notice the unease in your son, a stark contrast to the vibrant and playful boy you remembered. It raised questions about the dynamics within the household that went beyond your memory loss.

Lloyd's disdain for the doll was evident in his dismissive words, "What kind of ugly thing is that?" However, you became protective of the prize Lionel had worked hard to win, countered his comment.

"Hey, don't say that. Lionel worked hard to win this," You defended a hint of defiance in your voice.

Surprised by your straightforward response, Lloyd softened, "Alright, alright. I'm sorry."

He held you delicately, as if you were fragile, and said, "It's already late. You have to drink your medicine before resting."

You nodded in agreement, "Okay."

In the quiet stillness of the Hansen mansion at night, Lloyd awoke to find the space beside him empty. Concerned, he donned his night robe and sandals, contemplating whether you were sleepwalking, a behavior you had never exhibited before.

Locating you in front of the expansive French window, he approached you gently, attempting to coax you back to bed. "Honey, let's go back to sleep," he murmured.

However, your demeanor suddenly changed, and you strangled Lloyd, causing him to fall to the ground with you on top. In your rage, you accused him, "It's all because of you!!! Everything is gone because of you, my father, my sister, my brother."

Struggling for breath, Lloyd pleaded, "Wife, wake up; it's all a dream."

“Y/N!!!”

The intensity of his scream finally jolted you awake from your turbulent dream.

You gradually sat up on the bed, and your movement stirred Lloyd. Concerned, he inquired, "Did you have a good sleep?"

You nodded in response.

Lloyd tenderly stroked your hair, "Let's get up. I'll accompany you for your therapy today."

You responded with a soft sound of agreement. While you wanted to convey that you might not need more therapy, there was a small comfort in knowing you would get to see your daughter, Emily.

As you left the bed, Lloyd's hand instinctively touched the back of his neck. He winced, feeling the subtle sting of your nails scratching his skin during sleepwalking. A frown creased his forehead.

Concern etched on his face, Lloyd reached for his phone and dialed a number. He spoke to the receiver in a hushed tone, "Change her medicine. Add the dosage."

The atmosphere seemed lighter than usual as Lionel joined them at the breakfast table. The young man brought his basketball, a tangible sign of the spark reignited by yesterday's outing.

You welcomed him with a cheerful greeting, "Good morning."

Lionel responded with a simple "Morning, Mom," sitting across from you. You patted the chair beside you, "You're too far; sit beside me." Lionel agreed, moving closer.

Observing the newfound closeness between mother and son, Lloyd continued with his breakfast. However, his moment of reprieve was interrupted by an unexpected phone call. The news he received prompted a sudden outburst, "Nonsense!!! It's impossible!!! We have the license."

Lloyd's sudden outburst caught the attention of both you and Lionel, causing an awkward pause in the breakfast conversation. However, Lloyd swiftly regained his composure, addressing the urgent matters on the phone.

As he concluded the call, Lloyd told you, "Prepare the jet. I'll be there in person. Call our PR to handle this." He turned off his phone, attempting to mask the abruptness of the situation.

You who have been listening to his conversation, “What jet?”

As he turned off his phone, Lloyd reassured you, "Ours. We have a jet, my dear. You'll be surprised at how successful your father's company is under my hands." Your grip on the fork tightened at the reminder of the company's ownership transition.

Lloyd, adjusting his tie, approached you and gently kissed your cheek. "I have to go to LA; something happened in our branch there. I couldn't accompany you today, but I'm sure Emily will be there."

You, trying to conceal your emotions, responded, "I'll be fine. Be safe."

Lloyd smiled, assuring you, "I will." Before departing, he turned to Lionel and promptly commanded, "Be good. Don't make any trouble."

Lionel, responding with a subdued "Yes, father," visibly flinched. You sensed your son's unease and comforted him by placing your hand atop his, offering reassurance. As Lloyd left, Lionel found solace in his mother's presence, a reprieve from the looming shadows of his father's authority.

As you underwent therapy for your foot and had various medical examinations, Dr. Gabriel, the head doctor, assured you were healthy. Emily stood by her mother's side throughout, providing a comforting presence.

After the medical appointments, Emily suggested, "Let's take a walk near the hospital lake before you go back." You agreed, although your eyes subtly signaled your discomfort with the idea because of Lloyd's assigned bodyguard to always be at your side.

Sensitive to her mother's feelings, Emily assured you, "It'll be alright. I'll handle it."

While enjoying the beauty of the scenery, Emily suddenly said, "Mom, I left something. I'll be right back."

While you sat on the bench, taking in the picturesque view of the swan lake, you felt someone join you. Shocked, you turned to find Ransom seated beside you, clad in his familiar brown cloak, scarf, and sunglasses.

A surprised smile played on his lips as he greeted you, "Hey, sweetie."

The unexpected presence of Ransom stirred a mixture of emotions within you. Your heart raced, and her mind was a whirlwind of memories from their past. Despite the surprise, you composed yourself and replied, "Ransom? What are you doing here?"

You couldn't help but feel a sense of fear lingering due to Lloyd's intimidating bodyguards. However, after noticing your unease, Ransom reassured you with a mischievous smile, saying, "Rest assured, I've taken care of your bodyguard."

Curious, you asked, "How?"

Ransom placed one finger on his lips, adopting a playful expression, "Bribe."

You chuckled at the revelation, finding it typical of Ransom's approach. "That's so Ransom."

As they shared a lighthearted moment, Ransom couldn't help but gaze at the woman he had once loved, now standing before him, laughing.

Unable to contain his emotions, Ransom wrapped his arms around you, confessing, "How much I miss you."

Surprised by the sudden embrace, you hesitated momentarily but found a strange comfort in Ransom's arms. There was an undeniable sense of rightness, a feeling you hadn't experienced with Lloyd.

Feeling your warmth in his arms, Ransom couldn't hold back his emotions. "How much I miss you," he repeated, his voice filled with regret and longing.

As you, still held in his embrace, you gathered the courage to ask, "Ransom, why did we break up?"

Ransom released his hold, and for a moment, a flicker of fear crossed his face. After a heavy sigh, he admitted, "We had a massive argument. And I..." He paused, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

Your curiosity mixed with concern, pressed further, "Ransom, what happened?"

Running a hand through his face, Ransom sighed deeply. "I ended up in jail."

Your eyes widened in shock, "What?"

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realityscaresme · 3 months ago

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so i wrote a sequel ;)

heyyy wrote a sequel to this little thing, it's setted during weirdmaggedon p.3

spanish version

previous chapter / chapter one

2- Check-mate

Ford was sitting by the crackling fire in the "suite/prison" where Bill was holding him captive, contemplating the chain of events that had led him there. He knew that if he wanted to defeat Bill Cipher, it wouldn’t be possible through conventional means.

Ford had spent years traveling through the multiverse, searching for and researching everything about the demon and his former friend to find out how to stop him once and for all.

And still, he failed.

He was searching for the knowledge needed to stop Bill. Throughout his travels, he discovered that Bill’s greatest weakness was his arrogance and his overconfidence in his ability to deceive others. But there was one thing Bill could never anticipate: someone playing his own game against him. He had never met anyone as sneaky and deceitful as Bill was, perhaps… he could become that person. But he didn’t know where to start.

His mind wandered into the flames of the fire when the suite door opened. Ford instantly became alert. The demon’s visit could never mean anything good.

Bill smiled at him nonchalantly.

“Good evening, Fordsy. How did you sleep?”

Ford didn’t respond; he just looked away at the fire, ignoring Bill. This slightly annoyed the demon. How dare he ignore him? He should punish him for that, but he tried to keep his composure. If he wanted to get Ford back and obtain that equation, he would have to change his strategy. And speaking of strategy, he had an ace up his sleeve.

“Didn’t you miss me? If you were scared of being alone, I could have slept with you and held your hand.”

Bill laughed loudly. Ford cursed him in his mind. Just like Bill himself, he also tried to maintain his composure.

“What do you want now, Cipher? Are you here to torture me again?”

“Was yesterday torture?” Bill asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.”

Ford blushed, and Bill laughed again. He cursed his mind for recalling the kiss they had shared yesterday, Bill’s lips on his. A kiss that he both loved and hated. His mind was a whirlwind, and he tried to think of something else. He couldn’t give in to his desires because Bill was his enemy, and you don’t kiss your enemies in war. Ford had to maintain his role as a captive, even if it disgusted him. But he would do it to keep his family safe and buy time to figure out what he could do.

Bill sat in one of the suite’s armchairs, crossing his legs and looking at Ford with longing. Like a prize he had just won or, to his amusement, his captive princess. Although Bill didn’t see it that way. Ford was destined to be his since the moment they met, only he hadn’t realized it yet. Bill had to open his eyes and show him what they were capable of together.

He knew they were soulmates.

Ford glanced over his shoulder at him, surprised that Bill was smiling even more than usual. The human tensed up immediately, bracing himself for whatever the demon had planned.

“Get to the point. I know you have something in mind. What are you going to do? Rip out my eyes and juggle them? Tear me to pieces? What?!”

The demon laughed at the human’s ideas; they seemed so romantic to him. He snapped his fingers, and a chessboard appeared between them. It was bright and blue: interdimensional chess. Ford hadn’t even noticed that a glowing blue cup of tea had also appeared in his hand.

“Just like old times” his captor exclaimed with a smile. “I didn’t add sugar because I know you take it that way. A bit boring, but oh well.”

Ford cautiously observed the board, standing up and approaching to sit in front of it.

“And what’s the point of this? After all, you can read my mind. You can know what move I’m going to make.”

Bill laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Not anymore. With that plate on your head, I can’t read your thoughts.” He pointed to Ford’s head, where the metal plate blocked Bill’s telepathy.

Ford remembered, it was true. Even though Bill was in his reality, he could no longer read his mind. He looked at the chessboard again, now with interest. Finally, he had an advantage against Bill, even while being his prisoner.

“This can’t be a coincidence... If you have an entire world to destroy, why do you come to see me?”

Bill smiled, looking at the flames in the fireplace.

“I got that strange feeling... What do you humans call it? Oh, yes, nostalgia,” he snapped his fingers when he found the word.

“For playing chess?”

“Not just for that. For talking to someone, to you.” Bill rolled the visible eye in his head. “My friends may be fun, but I could never do this with them.”

Ford stared at him.

“And does this amuse you?”

“Of course!”

“I’m not referring to playing; I mean destroying the world.”

“Oh, that’s just your point of view. But it’s not just about that; it’s also about you. I also told that Gleeful kid, I know he’s in love with Shooting Star. You know how the saying goes: If you love something...”

“... Set it free / - Take it by force,” they said in unison, contradicting each other.

Bill laughed at this; Ford scoffed without humor.

“But anyway, to convince you and make this a bit more fun... we could bet something.”

“A bet?”

“Yes, for example... if you beat me in this game, I’ll let you join the party, so you can get out of this suite for a bit. Get some air, and meet my friends.”

��I accept,” Ford instantly replied, moving one of the pieces on the board.

The demon smiled when Ford accepted his offer and followed his move, then took a sip from his blue tea cup.

As they played, an idea began to form in Ford’s mind. “He can’t read my mind,” he thought. It was the first genuine advantage Ford had had against his rival.

Bill was a master of manipulation, deceit, and lies. To defeat him, Ford would have to beat Bill at his own game. And it wasn’t necessarily chess. He would have to become a liar and trickster as skilled as Bill.

This went against his morals, but... what did it matter? It was that or lose the war.

All or nothing.

While they played, Ford focused on the game, but Bill... got distracted looking at the man in front of him. Bill didn’t know what beauty was according to humans; it seemed to him to be as abstract a concept as art or feelings. He couldn’t fully comprehend them, or well, yes... in his own way. But seeing Ford gave him so much pleasure. Even after 30 years, which to Bill were just moments.

As they played, Bill’s cat-like eye lowered to see Ford’s hand and slightly interrupted his game by taking it gently. Ford didn’t know what he was doing. Would he tear it off? Bite it? Set it on fire?

But without hesitation, Bill kissed it gently. His lips were cold. Ford was surprised.

“I know you always hated them, but... I always liked your hands. They’re so unique.”

Ford didn’t know how to respond.

“You don’t understand, Sixer, I just want a world where people like us feel safe. Where weird is... normal. I was weird in my dimension too.”

“And that’s why you destroyed it?”

Bill gritted his teeth. Ford noticed his irritation.

“I didn’t destroy it; I liberated them. And I did them a favor...”

“And that’s why you want to ‘liberate’ my dimension now?”

“If necessary, yes.”

Bill let go of the man’s hand, leaned back in his chair, his cat-like eyes half-closed as he studied Ford with a bored look. They continued playing, and after a while, Ford won the game, knocking over Bill’s king and facing him.

“Checkmate! It’s always a pleasure to play with you. I’ll let me out of here for a while. Come with me.”

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Bill opened the suite door, letting Ford pass first in a “chivalrous” gesture. They walked down the stone stairs of the suite, where the music grew louder as they approached. “You’ll love it,” Bill assured him. All of Bill’s friends were demons like him. Pyronica and the others looked at Ford with a mix of suspicion and amusement. But Bill, always the gracious host, served drinks for everyone. As he said, it would be a party that never ends with a host that never dies.

“To warm you up.”

The demon snapped his fingers, and a cup appeared in Ford’s hand. Time sand, a drink that didn’t exist in the human world. And it didn’t surprise him... for demons, even the most expensive wine must be nothing compared to this. Ford discreetly swapped it for an empty one, and Bill believed he had drunk it.

“Did you already drink it? Good, I like that!”

“Can I... try more?” Ford lied. Perhaps it would be wise to take advantage of this demon party while everyone was intoxicated.

“Of course, Sixer, whatever you want.” Bill brought his own cup to Ford’s lips.

This time... Ford let him give him a drink. The demon smiled, satisfied, thinking that little by little, he could break him.

Just one sip was enough; it was ambrosia... but Ford restrained himself. He had to stay more alert than ever. This might be his only chance.

Ford took Bill by the waist, surprising him slightly.

“Just for today... I want to let go.”

"I like that, Fordsy…" the demon replied, wrapping his arms around the human's neck.

He almost got lost in those feline eyes; he had to avoid getting too deep into character. Bill stared at him, caressing his face. He hadn't expected Ford to kiss him this time. The demon got lost in the kiss, not noticing how Ford took advantage of the distraction to pour his drink onto the floor, making Bill believe he had drunk it.

Hours passed without him realizing it at that diabolical party where Ford had already integrated with the other demons. Bill was showing him off to the others like a trophy. And at the same time, giving him credit for the portal once again: this wouldn't be possible without him. The genius who had created the interdimensional gate between their worlds.

They both found themselves on a red velvet couch, a bit away from the party. Bill kissed Ford's neck, caressing his leg with his claws. The human allowed himself to be touched, feeling a mix of emotions: pleasure, guilt, hate, desire. All at once. But it had to be this way, for his plan. To gain the demon's trust while plotting his escape.

It was then that, on the floor beneath that velvet couch, he spotted something that caught his attention: a weapon that had been left behind, he could make out... Time Police. He deduced they had been there before; perhaps there was a confrontation, and it was left forgotten. It was perfect, with that he could escape... but not without making a scene, he'd have to create a distraction, but how? Bill was drunk, but even so, he saw everything... He had to be quick before the demon noticed.

Bill interrupted his thoughts, grabbing his face with one hand so he would look at him.

"So... Are you mine again?"

Ford nodded, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Bill half-closed his eyes in pleasure and let himself go. They stayed like that for a while, Ford almost out of breath. The demon was very drunk and wrapped his arm around Ford's shoulders.

"Then you're also part of my team now. But I'd like to make it a bit more... formal."

"Do you want to get married?" the human joked falsely.

"That too! But I was referring to a deal..." Bill stroked his face, his hand igniting with blue flames that illuminated Ford's face - "You still haven't given me that equation and, well, I don't have all eternity" - he emphasized, snapping his fingers. A spectral blue clock ticking away and urging Ford.

Ford smiled, surprising even himself, and moved closer to the demon. He had to play his own game. It was the only way.

"I agree, let's make a deal."

Bill's eyes opened with delight, and he smiled. He couldn't help but slur his words. Ford was pleased, so much so that he didn't even feel guilty. He had him in the palm of his hand.

"Excellent!"

"With conditions."

"Speak then, I'm aaaall ears," the demon answered, smiling with his almost fangs.

"You'll leave my family alone. And you won't read my mind or get into it. If I'm going to be on your team, you'll get the information directly from me," Ford spoke, smiling almost casually "Because we're partners, right?"

"Much more than that, Fordsy... if I'm the king, then you're my queen," the demon winked at him - "I accept. It's a deal. Until the end of time."

Ford knew he was lying blatantly, but it was the only way. Maybe breaking this deal would cost him his life later... but he didn't care.

They shook hands, their pact glowing with blue flames that tingled slightly. It reminded Ford of the first time he did it and how he sold his soul to the devil. But he still doesn't know what was worse: giving him his soul, his body, or his heart.

"So, would you tell me the equation, my love?" he said the last part with irony.

The demon gently laid Ford back on the velvet couch, getting on top of him, caressing his hair with perverse sweetness. The human took his hand and intertwined his fingers with it. With the other, he grabbed Bill's shirt, pulling him gently closer.

"Yes, Bill. But... come closer."

Bill laughed, delighted with the human's change in attitude. Finally, he was being the way he always should have been: Obedient. Submissive.

His and no one else's.

"Of course, Fordsy. Whatever you say."

The demon brought his face closer to him. Ford lowered his voice even more.

"I don't want anyone else to hear. This is a secret between you and me. Trust me, okay, Billy?"

Bill's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he leaned in closer. He couldn't help but show how much that nickname excited him.

"Of course, Fordsy. I love it when you call me that. So...?"

Ford made an almost sensual gesture with his finger for Bill to come even closer. Meanwhile, with the other hand and without the demon noticing, Ford slowly grabbed the weapon under that couch.

"Just trust me..."

When he had Bill just a few inches away, almost about to kiss him, in a quick movement he shot him in the eye with the Time Police weapon. To blind him, if only for a moment. He didn't flinch when blood splattered on him.

"AHH!" Bill screamed, covering his face in pain.

Ford didn't waste a second, taking advantage of the chaos and commotion at the party to blend in. No one noticed him, as everyone was worried about the now injured host of the party. Amidst all the chaos, Ford destroyed one of the walls: a hole was enough to escape.

The demon, still staggering from the unexpected attack and just regenerating his vision, shouted to his minions

"STOP HIM!"

But it was already too late. Ford had already escaped, leaving Bill in a state of shock and cursing loudly. He threw lightning and thunder around him in a tantrum, almost destroying his own pyramid. Even the other demons were scared to see their boss so furious, with eyes red with rage.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, SIXER!" the demon roared, his voice echoing throughout the pyramid like thunder.

But Ford was no longer there. His heart raced as he fled. He didn't know if Bill had sent his minions to chase him like hounds after prey. He refused to look back. He had won this round, but the game was far from over. He had to save Dipper, Mabel, and Stan. He had to find his family.

Before Bill found them first."

#billford #bill cipher #gravity falls #ford pines #bill x ford #ford x bill #book of bill #stanford pines x bill cipher #bill cipher x stanford pines

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roses-ink-dipped-pen · 2 months ago

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iif this is okay ? a villain (kid) who got out of an abusive household and is currently hiding in superhero's house ;; then superhero has a talk w him but villain was too out of it to comprehend what's going on around him like how does he just realized that he wasn't exactly safe in his own house :(

superhero noticed and comforted him ;; SORRY IF THIS IS SPECIFIC anything else is ok u dont have to do tis :3

Okay granted, I may have gone a little off script xP

This doesn't exactly take place in Superhero's house, but I guess the Agency Headquarters is technically their home...? I mean, it is convenient.

I still hope this is a decent little story to read. Enjoy :3

TW: Mentions of emotional/mental child abuse, murder, fire

The superior took solemn strides down the corridors of their headquarters, swallowing their anger after returning from a rather abrupt meeting with the city’s most prized and honored heroes.

Superhero, as the leader of the band of saviors, stood by good morals and kindred acts of empathy. They refused to ever deny a crook who was willing to amend their offenses a chance at redemption.

Those who shamefully defined the word ‘good’ with scorn written on their faces were to be put to justice. The process was swift, yet ruthless.

“There is no room for evil.” The wisest and greatest victors of the side of good would repeat to their pupils a thousand times over, and the cycle would go on.

But Villain was just a child.

It was a shame, not many heroes understood the point of mercy.

After the leader had finished chastising one too many of their followers, they stormed off into the interrogation room where the unfortunate victim sat. The atmosphere inside was damp, growing tense as Superhero and Villain made eye contact.

Superhero walked in, not bothering to follow any precautions when it came to confronting evil-doers. This was not an interrogation to the commander, they did not think about the orientation, deflection, or threats. They knew that whatever Villain did, was a response to fear.

The young boy cringed in his seat as his father’s rival sat in front of him, the table that separated the two of them was littered with plushies. The only reason why Superhero had a pen and paper was to record anything Villain said that stood out to them. However many cruel works the supervillain has forced him to commit, and how many works were aimed towards him, they would make a check on their tally.

Superhero was well aware of Villain’s innocence. Even though he worked alongside Supervillain prior to the ‘interrogation’, resulting in the assassination of the city official, Villain was not to be held accountable. Many beg to differ, and that irked Superhero.

“You don’t have to be nervous, I’m not like the others.”

Superhero grimaced as they referred to their fellow members. Villain nodded, reaching out with a small hand to grasp one of the plushies. A teddy bear Superhero picked out just for them.

“I’m sorry.” Was all Villain responded with. He’s said that nearly fifty times that day. Superhero heaved a long sigh.

“I told you, whatever you did was a decision made for you, entirely by your father. You had no role to play in the incident, and I want you to go to sleep tonight knowing for a fact that we do not think that you are to blame.” They assured with a gentle grin, anxiously picking up their pen to question the boy about what he had been subjected to under the authority of Supervillain. They didn’t need to ask.

Villain huffed, swallowing the salty taste in his mouth as he struggled to hold back his cries.

“Dad told me he would hurt me if I didn’t help.” The young boy blurted out after a few moments of silence, clutching their shoulders.

“It was my job to burn down the community center, but I was too scared to-” Villain was interrupted by a fit of coughing as he choked on his tears.

Superhero was amazed. Villain was crying in front of them, to them. They must be doing something right. Superhero didn’t wallow in their newfound pride any longer; they had a job to do.

They got up from their seat to kneel down beside the weeping boy, extending a hand for Villain to hold. Gingerly, they hushed the boy, whose face was already buried in Superhero’s shoulder.

Superhero held on tight to the boy, picking him up in a comforting embrace.

“Dad left me behind as punishment. He said you would get rid of me for good...” Villain whispered, he was too exhausted to speak up.

Superhero was more than disgusted at this revelation. Like hell they would ever think about putting a child to death. It just goes to show that Supervillain truly possessed a sick and twisted imagination.

Only now did Villain realize that he was never in the right hands to begin with.

“Nothing on this planet would ever convince me of doing such a thing. You are worth more than what you were made to believe, and I won’t stop at nothing to make you feel loved. Do you understand?” Superhero’s devastated tone convinced Villain that he was in the right place.

The two stayed locked in a hug for what felt like an eternity, before Superhero offered them some cookies and a movie of his choice.

Superhero put the ‘interrogation’ on halt and allowed Villain to take a break from the accident. Later that week, it was revealed that Supervillain had committed a total of 21 sins and misdoings, all of them directed towards Villain. The superhero marveled as they thought of 21 ways to get back at him. Putting all morals aside, they went to pay Supervillain a visit.

#Villain gets all the hugs and all the cookies he deserves #hero and villain #heroes and villains #parent superhero #child villain #young villain #caretaker hero #superhero and villain #hero and villain h/c #h/c #tw writing #parent hero #feel free to continue this :)

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pixie-in-a-moonlantern · 7 months ago

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KILL ME LIKE A LOVER

Durgetash | explicit 18+ Enver Gortash x f!Durge / Halsin Silverbough x f!Durge smut, sex, p in v sex; homicidal urge, light bondage in a non-sexual setting, graphic threats of violence; prolonged emotional/physical hurt, comfort, fluff, love confession, 2 romantic relationships (separate for now, hinting at possible future poly f!Durge/Halsin/Gortash)

❗ Closely follows events of the first fic: I Don't Like You (Tumblr | AO3)

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13,795 words in 10 chapters

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“You’re back,” he whispers, and an almost maniacal glow radiates from him. “And something in you is drawn to me, I can see it. It makes me hopeful.” He tilts his head to the side and brushes hair away from my neck. “Did you really not expect me to use every resource at my disposal to convince you to stay?”

I gulp. Gods, I should never have gone to see him. Some things are best left buried, some fires best left extinguished. But I poked a bibberbang and now my world is ablaze.

01 She walks escorted.

The Watcher walks beside me the whole way to Wyrm's Rock. I try keeping my head down, but any hope of not being noticed is lost with every thundering step the Watcher takes. People hold the Baldur's Mouth gazettes and point at the hallowed hero as she walks escorted to the City's would-be savior for an audience.

I wish I could just open up a portal to the Hells in the sidewalk and jump in. Gortash is going to pay for this one.

We finally reach the elevator to the audience hall and the stupid clanker squeezes in with me. I bulge my eyes, just about ready to go on a murder spree.

"Seriously? It goes straight up into the tower, where else do you think I could go?"

"There is no need for alarm, citizen," the Watcher assures me monotonously, not moving an inch. "I was instructed to deliver you safely directly to the Archduke, Lord Gortash."

"Would you chill with the 'Archduke' already?" I groan, head lulled back. "You know he's not one yet, right? No matter how many times you repeat it."

The Watcher doesn't respond. Perhaps Gortash expects such quips from people and instructs his hellish machines to not react. Or—perhaps if I was other people the metal hulk would just smash me on the spot for such a comment. Fucking tyrant.

What was even wrong with me when I willingly worked with this man, having just as deprived plans for the Sword Coast myself? Did I accidentally get lobotomized into a sane person? That would be one Hell of a joke on fate. And on Bhaal.

I imagine he must be simmering in his own rage, watching his prized child run around helping refugees. That little fantasy cheers me up. I lean on the side of the elevator and just chuckle to myself through the ride, mocking Daddy dearest in the relative privacy of my skull.

The Audience hall is deserted once more. The Steel Watch form a line in between the columns from the entrance to the dais on the other side, standing at attention. It's like some sort of welcoming ceremony, but just for little ol' me.

I reluctantly scale the acres of red carpet over stone flooring, feeling my chest tighten.

Gortash watches me as I approach, the remote-control suit of armor still stomping next to me. This time, he sits on the throne in all his grimy glory like the shameless usurper he is.

Except... he doesn't look grimy. Did he bathe again? What in the Hells does he think he can pressure me into doing?!

... again.

If there's a term for how his face simultaneously brightens and darkens, I can't recall, but that's exactly what happens. He's happy to see me and has very unsavory thoughts about it.

The Watcher only peels off my path once I'm literally at the lowest steps before the dais. I cross my arms over my chest and give Gortash my most unamused expression, even though my heart is racing with both fear and excitement.

He smiles as if he didn't notice it and opens his arms wide in a grand welcoming gesture. "My dearest assassin," he exclaims, voice warm like sunshine.

"Yeah, right, whatever," I roll my eyes. "So what, do I just stand here, like a pleb before their master, or did you have something civil in mind?"

He leans back in his seat and pats his thigh, a smirk playing around his lips. "You can always come sit on my lap."

Indignation and an unwelcome spark of lust flood my chest. I let out a bestial growl, not quite sure if I mean to intimidate him or my inner demons.

Gortash chuckles and, to my surprise, actually stands from his throne and steps down, until he's face-to-face with me.

It's hard to say whether he made it better or worse. I try to keep my gaze from wandering down his ridiculously low cleavage, but looking into his eyes is not much safer. They gleam with both smugness and affection and my stupid heart flutters.

"How lovely to see you, Nara," he drawls, sight approvingly gliding up and down my body. "I love how you chose to wear your custom made version of my gauntlet."

I sigh. I should've known he would bring it up.

I woke up on the nautiloid wearing that thing. I didn't remember anything about it, but it looked badass and was also quite useful. I store a healing potion in the socket and even the claws have come in handy in a pinch.

I didn't feel like getting rid of it when I noticed him wearing the same thing in Moonrise, because I grossly underestimated the significance. I just thought he set off a new trend among Baldurians and I wasn't immune to the allure. Happens to the best of people, right?

After I made the mistake of having sex with my ex, I figured ditching it won't help me anyway—if I do it now, it will only show him that I care.

"I didn't exactly have time to change for you, Gortash," I sneer. "You had your metal munchkin threaten me into coming here. It paraded me through the town, taking the busiest route. What do you think I am to you? Your lapdog? Your fucking mascot?"

Despite my derisive tone, he chances a step closer and my heart jumps up into my throat.

"You came to see me yourself first, remember? No one forced you."

"Well, at least no one saw me then," I bitch.

"Too bad," he bites his lip, coming closer.

He slowly, cautiously reaches out and runs the backs of his fingers along my jaw. I grit my teeth in an effort to not show it, but I like it too much to make him stop. He smiles contentedly and keeps lightly touching my face.

"You're back," he whispers, and an almost maniacal glow radiates from him. "And something in you is drawn to me, I can see it. It makes me hopeful." He tilts his head to the side and brushes hair away from my neck. "Did you really not expect me to use every resource at my disposal to convince you to stay? Nara?"

I gulp. Gods, I should never have gone to see him. Some things are best left buried, some fires best left extinguished. But I poked a bibberbang and now my world is ablaze.

"Do your friends know what you did the other night?" he smirks, smarminess making its comeback in his voice. "Does your druid know?"

"I tell him everything," I say equally smugly, finally gaining some leverage. "He's the most wholesome man I know. He's not trying to own me or isolate me like some."

A shadow of irritation and disappointment dims the self-satisfaction in his face. Point for me.

"Karlach wasn't so understanding," I continue, narrowing my eyes. "She's worried about me falling for you. I told her it's a ridiculous notion, but she proceeded to make me feel better by describing how she's going to disembowel you if you hurt me."

He scoffs. "I can imagine. She always was a crude weapon. Effective, but crude. Nothing like your refined style." His gaze softens again when he gently combs the hair on my temple with the claws of his gauntlet. "You never used brute force, yet there was no one you couldn't break. I wouldn't have been an exception, but you stayed your hand. Against your father's explicit wishes, apparently."

"I'll break you right now if you want," I say in a trembling voice. His tone and touch are doing things to me. I'm getting scared and the Urge in me is trying to respond to the stress with violence.

His mouth stretches into a delighted smile. "I'm sure you'd like that. But so would he. I thought you were done being his good girl?"

My throat goes dry as I recall the night it all went awfully wrong. When I failed to do my duty one too many times. When I got my reward for disobedience.

"What Orin did to me," I croak, "was Bhaal's punishment for my refusing to kill you."

Once Gale understood the predatory patterns of his former lover, he got eerily good at interpreting gods' behavior. He gave me more answers than even Gortash managed to. Knowing this lifted a certain weight off my mind; I wasn't just discarded for being useless—I was being a bad murderer to Daddy and he decided to teach me a lesson.

Gortash's face goes slack for a moment, before darkening with realization. He didn't know. Or he didn't want to. It was easier to blame Orin's ambition.

"So, yeah, I'm done being his tool. If I do kill you, Enver," I'm the one to reach for him this time, running a fingertip down that enticing window of his shirt, "I'll be killing you for myself."

He gulps, fumbling for lost balance. "Incorrect, sweetheart. It was punishment for loving me. Not calling it what it is doesn't make it any less true."

"Did I, though?" I've had a long sleepless night thinking about it. "I was a naive, brainwashed cultist. Did I really choose you? Or were you just convenient? The only man around with enough balls to risk it with me, maybe? Or worse: the only one who figured how easy it would be to use me?"

I'm hissing by the time I finish the last sentence and I can see how close to home it hits. His chest heaves and he takes a few steps back, turning from me. I can't see his face, so I assume he's looking for a way to refute my accusations.

"I don't know."

His voice is so small I can barely hear it. Small and vulnerable, filled with insecurity. I'm once again reminded of the image I created of the little boy Gortash treated to neglect and betrayal instead of love, and I feel the telltale stinging in my eyes.

He slowly turns back, his expression a pure emotional chaos.

"I... don't know if you chose me," he says a little louder this time, but still sounds so... lost. "One day we just... were and..." His eloquence bends under the heft of his uncertainty. "It was so easy to be with you, so... natural. I..." He closes his eyes against the turmoil raised by the memories. "At first I figured you were just having a bit of fun rebelling against Bhaal, but... You were so amazing. So warm, when your Urge was satisfied. I've never... no one ever made me feel like you did."

The only things I knew of our relationship were what he told me. I imagined it a lot different than what it sounds like now, after he suffered a sobering blow to his ego. I can't know how much of this is genuine... but he suddenly painfully reminds me of Astarion, the way he fumbles in the dark as soon as his winning act falls apart.

I know he's not a good man. I've heard plenty about the things he's done—and is still doing. But how much of his flaws can I blame on nature when I also know what he's been through? He's a survivor. No one is inherently evil—not even me.

The people you surround yourself with have a profound effect on you. Even Astarion's worst traits are being slowly worn down in the unexpected acceptance he's receiving. If it had been Gortash who was betrayed, almost killed and taken, and then found by such a wholesome group of similarly afflicted weirdos, would he have remained selfish and cruel? Or would he have chosen a better path, like me?

"I thought I was a 'horrible influence' on you." I swallow hard. I shouldn't believe a word he says... but I do.

"You were," he shrugs casually. I find him a lot more pleasant without the air of fake grandeur. "We did wonderfully bad things together, things I wouldn't have thought of myself. But that was your heritage." He studies my face for a second, longing in his eyes. "No one taught you to be silly and fun. No one taught you to be gentle. No one taught you how to appreciate more than blood and guts in people. You bloomed with all colors like a flower, when we were alone."

I blink the tears away and hug myself. No wonder Bhaal got mad. He wasn't raising me to be gentle and fun. He wanted a devoted follower. He wanted to own me. And yet I seem to have found myself in someone else instead of him.

He couldn't smite him, so he took it out on me.

"Then why can't I remember any of this?" I whisper. "My murdering days keep coming back to me. But the picture where you should be is blank."

I don't expect it and certainly don't wish for it, but Gortash notices my discomfort and rushes to me. He takes my shoulders and squeezes them reassuringly.

"You are his creation," he says grimly. "He has the power to restore everything within you. It's clear why he chooses only the parts without me: for the same reason he had Orin attack you. You were a different person with me—a person he didn't like and didn't need. He won't let you remember me as long as your blood belongs to him."

I'm getting overwhelmed. I feel used, manipulated, trapped. I feel my fear and smell the scent of my blood as Orin's beating the life out of me, calling me slurs I've never heard of. I feel as if someone's invisible hand presses on my windpipe and I sense a dreadful but familiar presence.

"NO!" I'm shaking my head wildly, trying to push him out. The world seems to blacken around me, but I keep fighting. "I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU HEAR?!" I yell blindly at the ceiling, pulling on my hair.

YOU CAN NEVER BE 'DONE' WITH ME, CHILD.

I gasp when his voice thunders in my brain without having gone through my ears. It's deafening and it's all around me, smothering me.

YOUR CONTROL IS AN ILLUSION. GIVE IN. OBEY. BEFORE YOU FORCE ME TO END YOU.

I shudder and shrink into myself, falling to my knees, cradling my head. I'm suspended in agony for several impossibly long seconds... then my vision goes black.

02 Daddy sets an ultimatum.

"...Talas... Talas!"

My head is pounding and feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Someone's calling out my name... but it's not really my name.

"Nara!"

There it is. But it feels wrong. I feel movement, but can't tell what's happening.

"You know what," I grumble and I'm surprised to hear my own voice, "I've changed my mind. I hate the way you say it."

"Thank the devils," I hear Gortash snort. "As names go, exchanging 'Talas' for 'Nara' is a pure downgrade."

I open my eyes. Red mist is clouding my gaze. I feel thirsty and hungry. A rough palm cups my chin and a violent jerk runs through my body, making my teeth snap and try biting it. But the hand is strong and its grip tightens enough to hold me still.

"Easy now," Gortash hums, unbothered by my little attack. "You're safe. I'm safe. Let's work through it slowly. We've got all day."

I look up and find his face and it's the only thing I can clearly focus on. Everything else is muted, but his features are so sharp I squint at the intensity at first. But I understand. I know what I want now.

I want to kill him.

I grunt and try to reach for him, but I'm restrained. I look down through the red haze and see myself kneeling on red satin sheets. I'm still wearing all my clothes, but my boots, armor and gauntlet are off. The ties right above my elbows creak like tough leather as I strain against them, but I can clearly feel soft padding pressed against my skin. My wrists are bound in front of me. I can move, sit back, relax...

...but I need to KILL.

"Let. Me. Loose," I filter through my gritted teeth, almost foaming at the corners of my mouth like a rabid animal. Then a maniacal giggle gurgles in my throat. "And I'll show you something fun!"

"For fuck's sakes, you're beginning to sound like Orin," Gortash shakes his head in disappointment. "I'm sure you'd have fun, my dear, but if I'm not completely off my game, I believe you would regret it later. Maybe you would even cry for me?" His brows form a hopeful little arch, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I'm not keen on finding out, but I'd like to think you would."

I growl, pulling on my binds with all my strength.

"Don't be a spoilsport, Enver, come on!" I tease, baring my teeth, my tone dark, rough, vulgar. "I know you like the pain. I will cut you and slice you and bleed you real nice. You'll love it, I promise."

"Ssshhh," he soothes, caressing my face, skillfully evading my bites. "You can cut me when you calm down, Talas. You won't get to kill me today."

Anger jolts through me, hot like a branding iron. I lurch at him, uselessly dangling on the ends of the thick chains tying the leather cuffs to the bed frame.

"You will let me loose! And I'll tear you to pieces." My voice scratches like sandpaper. "I will slit your throat... and as you bleed out, I will lick blood off your soft skin." Growls turn to hisses. "I will drink blood from your sweet lips. I will shower in the thick stream of it as the last pathetic bubbles of your breath emerge and burst at the edges of the fresh cut. Then curl against your struggling chest to listen as your heart stops."

Gortash smiles as he listens, infuriatingly misty gaze softening his features.

"That sounds almost romantic," he purrs. He holds my hair firmly in his fist to keep my head steady and nuzzles my neck, slowly kissing a line from my shoulder up to my lobe. "I always thought the Urge was purely homicidal," he hums against my skin, "but is it possible you're mixing in your love and lust for me? Would you kill me like a lover?"

A chortle escapes my lips and I realize he's given me back a sliver of myself. I don't have the capacity to analyze if it were his words or his touch, but a tiny, heavily suppressed part of me suddenly knows what's happening. It knows this is not me. My Urge is spreading through me like a malignant growth, filling every inch of my torso, of my head, and that little piece of me is watching in horror.

No....

I let out a tortured moan and my head lulls back for a second. I can feel my body spasming and the agony is making it hard to keep my thoughts remotely clear. I hear my blood thrum in my ears, and a low voice speaks inside my skull:

It is wise to obey me. Yet you resist. You did not kill the Moonmaiden. You did not kill the druid. But you WILL kill the Tyrant's Chosen.

Or you will DIE in his place, child.

I feel tears trickle out of my eyes, even as my mouth is making raw, animalistic noises. The pressure in my temple grows so much I feel like my head is going to pop. It's excruciating, but I have no intention to submit. I fight with all my will, defiantly flipping off the god I didn't choose till the bitter end.

"En... ver," I squeeze through the teeth I grind so roughly my jaw hurts. My voice is but a wet wail, a desperate plea—but it's mine.

If I could focus on anything beside the blinding pain, I would see the alarm in his face. I register his hands on my arms, holding me upright. The sound of his voice carries over my head, but I can't distinguish the words. A high-pitched whine fills my ears. My vision fades to black again.

And I fully expect to not wake up this time.

03 We are still alive!

A chunk of void. A big skull in the center of it. Flames dancing in its eye sockets and around it. Almost playful.

I don't understand its meaning. Who am I, anyway?

Even though the skull is clearly before me, I can feel it surround me. It presses on my temples and squeezes my chest. I feel a headache of the century crush my head in its metal jaws.

A creature slinks from behind the skull. Hideous, covered in blood. Long body with a thick tail and four clawed arms. It hisses and chitters, spreading its toothy mandibles. Its beady little eyes are flashing with malice.

I cover my head with my arms as it jumps at me.

But it's not there anymore. I try to gasp, but a sick clicking sound comes out of my mouth instead. I hear rumbling laughter—the giant skull is pleased, it's mocking me.

I reach forward and instead of hands I see claws coated in fresh blood...

...and I wake up screaming.

There's water everywhere. I thrash and splash and heave for breath, but my arms are wrapped tight around me and my wrists and ankles bound. I accidentally splash water into my mouth, breathe it in and start choking.

Someone's big, strong, incredibly warm hands fish me out and steady me, patting my back, helping me cough. I hear a soft rumble, but this time it's not eerie and foreboding—it's familiar and soothing. A broad palm strokes my wet hair, humming comforting sounds in my ear.

"You are safe, my love. I'm here."

I lift my heavy eyelids and look up. Halsin's beautiful face is in my view and my heart is uplifted. He puts a cold compress over my forehead and I feel a little better.

"Halsin," I squeeze out of my burning throat, failing to make it sound as loving as I felt.

He smiles anyway and his eyes sparkle with affection.

"You will be alright, my heart. I will take care of you."

"I will too," I hear another voice and Gortash steps into view, obviously annoyed by Halsin taking all the credit. He's hugging his chest, nibbling on the ends of his gold claws, looking anxious and worried.

I finally realize where I am. It's Gortash's study. The flames roar in the fireplace next to the bathtub and all lamps are lit: it's dark behind the tall windows. Through the finally calm water I see my body, completely naked.

But none of those things are important right now.

"Come closer, Enver," I croak, failing to produce a seductive voice, sounding like a hag instead. "Untie me, let's have some fun. We haven't finished what we've started."

Halsin and Gortash exchange glances. It only ticks off my Urge. I flail back and forth in the tub for a second, trying to loosen the binds, but they were put on by someone who knew what they were doing. It infuriates me, tearing a ragged scream from my lungs.

"COME CLOSER, BABY, AND LET ME GUT YOU!"

"Nara," Halsin pleads softly, stroking my hair again, putting back the compress I shook off and adding one to the back of my neck. "You will get through this, I promise. The tepid water and the cold compresses should help lower your blood pressure, so you don't suffer an aneurysm. You popped many blood vessels before you passed out. That's why Gortash called me here."

I feel the Urge let up just a smidge when the cool rags press on my aching head and Halsin's voice and touch give me comfort. I try to breathe deeply and steadily. But no matter how hard we both try, it's no use. I take one look at distressed Gortash and the pull is back in full strength.

"Have you experienced this before?" Gortash asks, doing his best to ignore my rabid growls.

"She woke me up in camp several nights ago," Halsin nods somberly. "Refusal to kill Isobel redirected the Urge at the person closest to her heart, as punishment. She came to me before it overtook her and put her trust in me. It lasted the whole night, but she won in the end. But it was not this bad..."

"He..." I try to utter words that are not permitted to leave my lips. I fight my own muscles to continue. "Said... He... Dies or... I do."

Halsin's brows join in surprise and he glances at Gortash again, whose face darkens even more.

"Sounds like we really pissed Bhaal off this time. She screamed at him, defying him, before the Urge took over. I was just an outside observer, but I figured he was communicating with her. Seems like we know the gist of the conversation now."

"What were you doing?" Halsin wonders.

"Nothing much," Gortash shrugs evasively. "Talking. Talas was learning more about our past, about how and why she came to such an unceremonial end in the cult. Said none of her memories of me returned to her. Clearly Bhaal's job."

"Nhhhnnnhhhng!" I add my gold to the discussion, thrashing in the tub again. I'm glad I'm at least able to follow their words, even though I can't contribute. Sweet images of me running my hands through Gortash's spilled guts flash in the back of my mind, but they're just white noise.

Halsin wipes my upper lip with a troubled expression. He lets go of me to touch the air in that divine way of his, to call upon Silvanus, and pulls healing energy out of nowhere, pressing it to my head with the broad palm of his hand. I breathe a little easier for a few moments.

"If this goes on for much longer, I'm afraid even I might not be able to help you," he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his forehead to mine. I gulp and just moan in response, hoping my intonation will convey my thanks.

"I don't suppose we could trick the Urge somehow? Have her stab me a couple of times and then knock her out, and when she comes around I'll be lying in a pool of blood and... You get it."

Halsin chuckles in amusement.

"You would just let her stab you? Are you a masochist, or just so in love?"

"What kind of question is that?" Gortash growls defensively. "We have a problem. I'm offering a solution. If I had to die, I'd prefer it to be by her hand, but I plan no such thing just yet."

"I do not think it works quite like that," Halsin shakes his head. "But thank you for the offer."

"It's... my fault she's like this." Gortash's discomfort at admitting responsibility is evident. "I don't want her to die. So if you have ideas, I'll do anything to help."

"You can help me right now, Enver," I screech, failing to restrain myself. "Come here! Come and make love to me. But don't forget to untie me and bring me a knife. I'll show you a little trick! You'll be positively drained after I'm done with you."

"Perhaps the best thing you can do to help is to get out of her sight for now," Halsin suggests and only a touch of derision reaches his tone.

Gortash frowns and grumbles something under his breath, but takes his leave. There's only Halsin's broad form next to me now, effectively shielding me from seeing Gortash. My Urge immediately eases up and I lean back on the headrest, exhausted from fighting my own muscles.

It doesn't last long, though.

"Halsin?" I coo, swallowing hard as I feel another crushing wave of twisted need.

"Yes, my heart?" He bends down to kiss my forehead. It doesn't work as well as before, but I manage to hold back the instinct to bite.

"I love you," I tell him while I can still form words of my own choosing. "And I'm grateful for everything you do for me. Don't take this personally, but now that you're getting in my way of killing Gortash... I'm beginning to want to kill you, too."

He pulls away, but not far, and studies my face. I can see so much compassion in his eyes, but they're tired and he looks older. He wipes my upper lip again and sighs.

"This is going to be another long night, isn't it, my love?"

"Halsin, stop," I mumble weakly as he prepares another spell, looking more and more sapped every time. "Please. Just... let me go."

I'm so run down. The pain is debilitating. In the rare moments of peace, all I can do is float. My mind is fried, my organs struggling to keep running. I've had enough.

But the worst is the thought of accidentally pulling Halsin under with me.

"Do not even start," he growls. His voice sounds dry and spent, but he collects the healing energy and once more fixes some of the damage the high blood pressure has done to my vessels.

I want to cry, but I don't have the strength to do it. But I notice something: it's been really quiet for some time.

"Where's Enver?"

"He is... off trying something else."

The evasiveness would normally make me inquire, but the Urge lashes out again, spasming my body, forcing more horrible words out of my mouth.

"I WILL SKIN YOUR LUSCIOUS PELT, LITTLE BEAR! I WILL WEAR IT ON MY BODY AS I WATCH YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS TO PUT YOUR GUTS BACK IN YOUR BELLY. I WILL—"

04 Unbearable lightness of unprecedented fluff.

I feel like I must have died when I open my eyes and nothing hurts anymore. The world is soft and quiet, the water around me like a blanket, the dim flickering lights enhancing the peaceful silence. Perhaps this was the afterlife.

"Welcome back."

I don't recognize the voice at first. I slowly turn my head to find Halsin—

—but I look into Gortash's worn out face, languidly blinking at me. I see a giant bear slumped on the rugs by the bathtub, exhausted from keeping me alive.

I watch Gortash in fear for a little moment. But there's no tug, no agony this time. I only feel... slight elation. My weary heart flutters, tapping into its last reserves of power.

"Enver," I whisper, letting my eyelids fall. I feel his palm cup my cheek and his lips plant a soft kiss on my forehead. Tears stream down my face, but I can't gather enough strength to sob.

It's over. It's really over. At least for now.

"Sshh," he coos quietly, combing my hair. "Do you feel like you can handle moving to the bed? I'm afraid you'll melt if you stay in that bathtub for much longer."

I take a few breaths and nod. The instant I move, I can feel all my muscles scream in protest, but I push myself through it. He's right, my skin is getting tender from soaking so much, I can't just sleep here anymore.

He unties me and that's when the ache in my arms and hands joins the party, making me whimper. I've struggled against my own body for hours and hours with only short reprieves of unconsciousness. It's taken a heavy toll. But I'm alive, and so is everyone else.

My legs are so wobbly I slip back into the water a few times, splashing around, sprinkling sleeping Halsin. His snout twitches and I hear a grumble, but he doesn't wake up. Poor thing.

Gortash is trying to hold me upright, but his angle is all wrong, standing next to the tub. But on my fourth try I manage. I just lock my knees and hope it'll be enough for a minute. I notice the water in the bath is surprisingly fresh after housing me for so long, but it's already draining—someone must've changed it several times during the night.

I gasp in surprise when warm drops start raining down on my head and shoulders.

"Another handy technological marvel," Gortash smiles. "Just try to keep yourself on your feet. Let me wash you."

He takes a sponge and a bar of soap and begins slowly rubbing my skin under the gentle, refreshing shower.

I'm too busy keeping my knees locked and staying awake to have any deep opinions on why he's being so caring. My foggy, tired mind is simply enjoying his attention.

He's gentle and thorough and doesn't shirk from any part of me, but doesn't linger for longer than necessary. I mistily welcome the muted rush of excitement his touch gives me and close my eyes, fully trusting him like I only could with my marbles scattered all over the floor.

"Mmm," escapes my lips. I don't know words, but apparently I can make sounds.

"Sit back down, I'll wash your hair," Gortash commands softly.

I sit curled up, my eyes shut, jaw slack, little mewls of pleasure coming out of my mouth. His fingers caress my scalp in circular motions, coaxing some blood back into my skin. It melts away my tension and feels so good against the leftover headache that still throbs in my skull.

Gortash picks up the shower head and rinses the shampoo foam off my hair. It finally hits me that it smells like him. I let out a quiet chuckle. Doesn't he have a special flower scented bottle for his feminine conquests? Maybe he just likes marking them this way.

He helps me stand back up again, dabs me with a towel and then wraps me in a robe.

"Come here, princess," he murmurs and pulls me into his arms.

And he carries me to the bed. I don't think I would protest even if I had the energy. I may be a strong independent woman... but this is nice.

He pushes a tray of food and drink to me and we both eat in silence. I can't force much into my wrecked throat, but I thirstily guzzle all the water and wine. The slight buzz is not helping my overused veins, but it does wonders for my cramped muscles.

Then I lie on my side, watching him freshen up and change. I finally have plenty of time and no capacity for shame; I take in every detail of him I can spot. The toned muscles of his legs. The line of fine dark hair on his chest going to his groin. The way his thick hair softly reflects light when it's crisp clean. The pleasant, earthy color of his skin. Every glance he tosses over to check up on me.

My heart flutters again. I gulp hard and convince my eyes to close, so I can't see any more of him.

Suddenly the mattress beside me sinks and I can feel him next to me. The warmth from his body envelops me, his scent fills my lungs and I find myself looking into his dark eyes. My poor blood pressure spikes again and I try making my gulps for air subtle, but I can see the delighted amusement deepen his crow's feet.

"Sleep," he sighs, studying my face. "You need to rest to get your strength back."

He runs his fingers through my damp hair and kisses my temple. His skin is soft and warm, but his short stubble and rough palms leave a tickling sensation that's driving me wild. I inhale a lungful of him and press my mouth to his jaw, testing the scratchy surface against my lips.

I can hear his breath quicken and feel his hand move to my shoulder and rub the silk of my borrowed robe. I take his face in my hands and bite this time—just a little, letting my teeth graze the stubble, enjoying the sweet scratch—and I hear a moan.

I forget myself. I forget who he is. I just want to keep tasting his skin.

His mouth is on mine. I hungrily welcome him in. His hand roams my body, kneading my flesh—mine frantically search his every surface, unable to decide where to stay. Perhaps I'm just cold from exhaustion, but I feel like he's radiating more heat than an average human being. I bathe in the warmth, pulling myself as close as possible.

The way he pulls air in through his teeth when I bite his lip is like music to my ears. How is this man so edible? He drags his fingertips across my face and I suck his thumb into my mouth. The low rumble of his chuckle travels right to the knot in my lower belly and my eyes roll back.

He presses me flush to his body, molding my flesh, and I let out a feral groan, grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair and pulling. I need him. I need him now.

His mouth moves to my neck, but he doesn't kiss and nibble like I want him to, he takes me by the nape and immobilizes me. I can hear his ragged breath in my ear as I blink in bewilderment.

"Talas," he exhales desperately. "I know your opinion of me has taken a sharp dive... but I don't fuck mentally compromised women."

He lets me pull away and I stare at him in doubt. He snorts, shrugging.

"Alright, I guess sometimes I do," he admits, "but I just know you'll wake up in the morning with your wits intact and hate me for taking advantage of you."

The hum of blood in my ears quiets down as I swallow my disappointment. Tears sting in my eyes; I can't tell why, but I feel robbed. He sighs and pulls me closer again, but only to hug me.

"I've missed you so much," he whispers into my hair. "I don't want to ruin this." Running his fingers through my hair once more, spreading soothing tingling over my skin, he rocks me gently. "Sleep. I promise I'll make it up to you later... if you still want me to."

I can barely hear his last words, but I sense the uncertainty in his tone. The pressure around my chest tightens and I wrap my arms around him and hold on. The pleasurable hormones surrender the stage to the exhaustion in my muscles and bones. I feel myself falling asleep even before my consciousness drifts off.

05 Warm bodies.

The soft light creeping in through my closed eyelids rouses me gently, but I'm so tired everything still feels like a dream. I cling to my drowsiness and try to go back to sleep again.

Then I feel a warm palm on my hip, stroking the silky fabric covering me.

I shift slightly, moving into the touch, and the hand slowly travels across my back. Another joins it, caressing my thigh. I moan quietly, reaching out for a body to hold—

—and I find two. Both are very warm and my hungry touch is ecstatic to feel each pressed to one side of me. I gently squirm between them, rubbing myself against soft muscle that eagerly responds in kind. Their musky scent is both soothingly familiar and enticingly erotic. I can hear two breaths and two sets of soft sighs as I let my palms feel my way across their skin.

I open my eyes and meet Gortash's sleepy eyes watching me. My heart jumps up into my throat and I jolt into a sitting position. I turn to find Halsin on the other side—probably crawled onto the bed when he felt strong enough to move again.

"Shit," I mumble under my breath, quickly removing myself off the satin sheets.

"And it was just getting good," Gortash laments wistfully, a tone of amusement coloring his raspy voice.

"Seriously? Jokes?" I pull my robe tighter around my body, suddenly self-conscious about being completely naked under a thin layer of translucent fabric, and prop my hands against my hips. "Did you even realize you were groping me right next to my partner?"

"As I recall, you were enthusiastically groping me back, sweetheart," he smirks. "A few hours back you didn't mind making out in front of him."

I gape mutely at them both for a second.

"I was out of my mind!"

Halsin groggily drags himself off the bed and holds me close, patting my back comfortingly.

"I'm sorry," I hum into his chest.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, my heart." He kisses the top of my head.

I push away to look at him sternly. "Yes, there is. You've spent your whole night taking care of me at great cost to yourself and the first thing I do when I'm finally okay is this? Not even my mental state is an excuse. I only want to make you feel loved and safe, not uncomfortable and uncertain. I don't deserve you."

Instead of appreciating my commitment, albeit failed, I see pain flash in his eyes.

"Halsin?" I sniffle, my chest filling with dread. "Please don't leave me."

His expression melts into a touched one. He cups my face and smiles softly.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise," he rasps. "Not until you decide otherwise, my love. You have nothing to fear. I will always be by your side, for as long as you'll have me."

I feel tears trickle down my face, the relief mixing into my terror tapping a generous stream.

"Now I'm sorry," he sighs, futilely trying to wipe my tears away with his fingers. "I misunderstood. I thought..."

He didn't have to explain. It didn't even come to mind at first, but I figured it out.

"You thought I would replace you with him?" I chuckle through the turmoil in my chest. "Not in a million years."

"Yes, don't mind me," Gortash growls and removes himself from the bed as well. His face looks like it's carved from stone, cold and hard. We both watch him as he locks himself in the next room, leaving us alone.

"I think you hurt his feelings," Halsin says quietly and I can hear commiseration in his voice. "He really is in love with you, sweet thing."

"Well, I'm not in love with him," I snap. "I don't want to have anything to do with him."

I'm still raw from the suffering Bhaal has inflicted on me, and the realization of just how much my heart has softened towards Gortash puts me on edge. The possibility of hurting Halsin through another bit of my unfortunate past just piles on top of that.

"Far be it from me to push you towards another man," he smirks, mild amusement creeping into his expression. "But I don't want you to limit yourself on my behalf, Nara. I thought you understood that I don't wish to own you." He takes my hands and kisses my knuckles. "If that is what you need, you are free to be with anyone else to any extent you deem necessary for your happiness. I only want you to be safe and happy by my side. That is my only goal."

I close my eyes and let him lean his forehead against mine.

"You know that's my goal too, right?" I mumble.

I can sense he doesn't believe my words—never have. But I haven't figured out why. I really mean it. He's the ray of sunshine in my bleak days. I want him to keep shining at all costs, even if I'm not the one basking in the beams.

"You deserve all the joy you can get, my heart," he whispers. "Do not make me the one to stand in your way. I will always wait for you to come back home to me."

I swallow a new wave of tears. "Then let's go right now."

"No," he sighs. "I will go. You seem to have unfinished business here. When you are ready, find me in camp. I believe you are safe here, at least for as long as you don't try to kill him first," he chuckles.

"I just might," I grouse. "He's playing a dangerous game here. I didn't think he'd be so bold to try to seduce me in front of you. Didn't he notice how big you are? Doesn't he think you'd rip him to pieces if he pisses you off?"

"I think he knows he has a chance." Halsin gives me a slightly patronizing glance, likely getting tired of my refusal to acknowledge my weakness. "Doesn't he?"

"I don't want to have anything to do with him," I repeat, but my voice falters.

He smiles, presses his face to mine and inhales deeply. "I can smell your arousal, little duck," he chastises softly, combing my hair with his fingers.

"That's for you, too," I frown, a little embarrassed, recalling the unexpectedly pleasant first moments of my morning.

"I know," he nods and this time I can tell he's certain. "But you two have history. Unless you explore this road, you might spend the rest of your life wondering 'what if'... I don't want that for you. I don't want that for myself. Whatever you do, I would like you to be sure that you're not missing out on something. I will be here if you decide to come back to me."

I have no more to say. I let him press a kiss to my lips and watch him exit the room. I don't follow. I keep standing where he left me, hugging my shoulders.

"I can't believe you actually stayed."

I whip around to find Gortash in the doorframe, dressed and tidied up, shaved and smelling fresh. He's leaning on the doorframe and though his face is still grim, his swagger doesn't seem to have suffered irreparable damage.

"Don't congratulate yourself just yet, Enver," I sneer.

"Oh, don't be crabby, baby," he purses his lips in mock comfort. "You landed such a perfect boyfriend. I'm jealous, now I want one, too. Hurry up and break his soft heart—maybe he'll be interested in me instead."

"I'm not breaking his heart," I spit. "I love him."

That sentence makes him wince, but he recovers in record time, smirking like the bad boy he is.

"Then maybe I'll break it for you. When he's no longer there to enable you, will you run back into my arms?"

I don't realize I'm moving before I have his stupid tall collar bunched up in a fist, pushing him against the door. I bare my teeth, my nose a hair's-width away from his. My tortured muscles protest against such treatment, but the rush of adrenaline outvotes them.

"Touch him and I'll kill you," I hiss into his face. "Stone or no stone."

The initial flash of surprise, even fear, is quickly replaced with a seductive smile.

"Gods, I missed this fire," he grunts, grabbing my waist and pulling me flush to his body. "Too bad your devotion belongs to another now."

I tear from his grasp, gritting my teeth so hard they squeak. I don't know what else to do; hurting him only gave him twisted pleasure. So I stomp off to the bathroom, looking for my things, so I can leave this cursed place already.

06 Payback is a bitch.

I dress up in my clothes that feel like they've been freshly cleaned and pressed, and complete my morning routine with the conveniently offered supplies left in the bathroom for me. As I put on my gauntlet I have to stop and lean against the sink. My thoughts are spiraling.

Remembering all that I've done since I arrived at this tower is making me hyperventilate. Gods, I really did nearly jump Gortash's bones. My reason was clearly damaged, but... Gathering my wits didn't erase the desire. I still want him. I hate everything he stands for... but I can barely resist him.

I stare into my scarred face in the mirror, hoping to understand my own mind. Even if I really used to love him in the past doesn't mean I should now. It physically hurts me to imagine Karlach's probable response to that. And Wyll's. And everyone's, really. Apart from some of my companions who would prefer to take control of the Brain, or even to actually team up with the Tyrant's Chosen, none would approve.

"Oh, fuck me," I mumble.

I close my eyes for a few long seconds, trying to get a hold of myself. It doesn't help; my mind is serving me memories of Gortash's gentle, respectful touch, in blinding contrast to what I thought I knew about him. How does that happen? Was he just that good at playing me? Or was it genuine?

Poor Halsin. Perhaps the thing that scares me most is his disapproval. Would he stay by my side if I succumbed to my twisted desires? Would he be open to sharing me with a man who doesn't care who he abuses as long as it serves his power-hungry agenda? Even he must have a limit to what he's willing to tolerate.

I slam my hand against the mirror and growl. I feel like I'm being split in two. One part will not let go of the beautiful, peaceful vision of what life can be with Halsin. The other... the darkness in me, one that has nothing to do with the Urge, craves to be nourished, to be recognized and utilized, to be accepted.

Can I have both? Or is that just a mad hope of a lobotomized freak?

I need to get out of here, now.

I rush out of the room, then into the Audience hall. I'm hoping it's deserted and no one will notice me leaving, but Gortash is once again comfortably seated on the throne, his alert eyes on me the second I come into his field of vision. I slump my shoulders and frown, turning to him.

"Hey, look," I choose a neutral tone, nonchalantly hooking thumbs in my pockets, "I gotta go. We have lots to do in the city. There's a vamp that begs to be staked, a pregnant hag on the loose, and also Orin's not gonna kill herself."

"Ah, yes," Gortash drawls, getting up and slowly sauntering towards me. "You're very busy. The slayer of Ketheric Thorm. The hero who's lifted the Shadow Curse. Pretty impressive."

I purse my lips, glaring at him. Of course he figured out it was us who exchanged his planned article in Baldur's Mouth for a puff piece on us.

"Yeah, it would be a shame if we were slandered instead of celebrated, don't you think?" I nip sarcastically.

"Why do you think I made you come here, my dear," he tosses me a sour grin. "You get in my way, I get in yours. You'd do best to remember that."

I roll my eyes, folding my arms over my chest. I actually considered thanking him for what he'd done for me tonight, but I'm not in the mood to do that anymore.

"Yeah, yeah. If you're done threatening me, mind letting me go? Like I said, lots to do. You want the netherstone, or not?"

Gortash stops maybe an inch from me and leans in to whisper in my ear: "You're not a prisoner here, sweetheart."

A powerful shiver runs through me, so strong I can't possibly hide it. His gaze slides down my body and lips twist in a delighted, sinful smirk. My breath hitches at the sight of him and his scent makes my throat go dry.

He pulls back to a little more respectful distance. "But I thought you might want to have that brunch on the balcony I planned for us yesterday. Don't worry," he chuckles, "I had my cook make us fresh food—birds seem to have eaten the last batch, anyway." His gaze lingers on my eyes, gauging my thoughts. "It's sunny outside. I want to sit with you, talk and enjoy the view from this tower."

Still reeling from the mind boggling reaction I'm having to his closeness, I swallow hard. 'What's the worst that can happen' isn't even a question here. I know what can happen. I know what my body, my own treacherous body, wants to happen. But maybe... just maybe... if I spend more casual time in his presence, this assault of hormones will stop.

After all, there's nothing more off-putting than really getting to know the horrible man you're attracted to. Could be just what I need to get over him.

07 What's the worst that can happen?

I let him lead me onto the balcony. Any thoughts get knocked out of me as soon as I lean over the stone wall and stare at the city stretching below us.

I've only spent two weeks here since we arrived, and from up-close it never quite seemed as grand as people tend to describe it. It's big and loud and overcrowded and smelly... But it seems gorgeous from this high above. No wonder Gortash wants to settle up here permanently.

I don't appreciate the thick atmosphere of this place. I miss the clean waters and animal white noise of the picturesque location the nautiloid crashed in. Even the Underdark is breathtaking in its menacing way.

This doesn't feel like home anymore. It's familiar, but I'm a different person.

Much like what I could say about Gortash. The fact that we used to be a thing shouldn't mean that we have to be it again.

I have so many questions it feels like a chunk of anxiety is balled up inside me—I don't even know what to ask specifically, I just know I need a lot of answers. I want to understand what happened between us and how. And how can a man so callous, so cruel to everything else be so gentle and sweet with me.

I have to know what game he's playing. Is he hoping to weaken me? Stab me in the back as soon as I kill Orin and take both the netherstones off my cooling flesh? Was any of what he showed me real?

"Heavy thoughts, Talas?"

I sigh and turn away from the view to see him comfortably sprawled on an actual rug stretched over the stone floor.

"Couldn't get a blankie?" I quip, shaking my head. "Your ass get too soft?"

"Well, since I don't have to live rough anymore, I just don't do it," he chuckles, tapping a spot next to him. "Come have some comfort, too. I imagine you're not used to it anymore, being on the road for so long."

"I think I pretty much forgot what comfort felt like when that Myrkulite bitch of a torturer got a hold of me," I say dryly as I make my way to the picnic. I immediately see the change in his expression and his fists clenching.

I sit down and stretch my legs in front of me. "Do all your Absolute lackeys respect you this much, or was she special?"

"That's still under investigation," he growls darkly. An image of his most loyal soldiers beating information out of the slightly less loyal soldiers crosses my mind. "The nerve on her. The nerve on Ketheric. He should've told me."

"I guess plotting to take over the world doesn't make for the best bonding time," I smirk, picking up a chalice of wine.

"True," he nods, deciding to wash his rage down with some wine as well. "This is not a circle of trust. I even had to kill a number of my own for being too ambitious. Mostly when they tried to assassinate me to take my place. Or get to me through you."

"Hm," I grimace, not ready to believe I was so important to him that he wouldn't sacrifice me in a blink of an eye if it brought him enough reward. "How do you know I won't kill you? Bhaal sounded pretty determined. He'll try again. You might not get so lucky this time."

"He won't. Not until you get rid of Orin."

I raise my eyebrows at him and toss a few grapes in my mouth. "How would you know?"

Gortash pauses, looking away, squinting at the sky.

"Last night I told her what was happening, got her properly pissed off. I promised you would come to her, which is what you want, anyway. She went to talk to him, to convince him she's capable of defeating you. I hoped she had the pull—and it looks like she does, because it worked. Bhaal wants you to ritually combat her at the Temple just a smidge more than he wants me dead—and can always make either of you do it later."

He says it in such a matter-of-fact tone as if he didn't just confess to virtually saving my life. I gape at him mutely, wine forgotten half-way to my lips.

"Well," I chuckle in disbelief, "I'm stunned that you didn't brag about it immediately."

"I knew you would see it as bragging, no matter when I told you," he rolls his eyes, chugging his wine. "So I wasn't going to. Until you asked."

I shrug and nod, admitting that's true. I'm always ready to believe the worst of him. Just in case.

"But you should know." He turns to me, face serious, gaze intense. He takes my hand and squeezes. "When Orin is dead, he will sic you on me. It won't matter what you feel or what your agenda is. This time he'll have no reason to relent, he will have one of us dead."

He sighs and tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear with the same tenderness I tasted last night. His eyes are warm and gentle.

"If nothing else works... I will let you kill me," he whispers and my breath catches in my throat. "Which is why I suggest you keep your word and we finish our plan together. If we're successful, we might have enough power to keep him away from us."

I watch his hair flow in the breeze around his face. He lets go of my hands and looks to the sky again, as if the endlessness of it helped him feel like he has more options, more freedom.

"So, at the least, we have until you kill her."

His voice is so heavy, raspy, wistful, I shiver again. He doesn't even suggest that we actually stay together or anything... he's just contemplating the near future, counting down days until he might not see me again. Or live.

"You would just let me kill you?" I ask, suddenly reminded of Halsin's similar question from last night. Gortash brushed it off then and I was too busy trying to survive, but it hits differently now.

I see his throat jump as he gulps. He seems to mull over his answer. Then squeezes his eyes shut.

"I began hatching the Absolute plan for my sake only. I wanted power and control. But then you came..." He flashes me a glance, almost shy. "And things changed. So slowly I didn't even notice at first. But I started to work towards a different goal. I wanted to make this work for us. Make the world the perfect place for us to be happy in. To do whatever we want, to have all the comforts, all the fun."

He pauses for a long time. I'm wracking my brain to try to remember something, anything, so that I could confirm his words, but the memory of him is still as incorporeal as before.

Before I figure out how to react, he speaks up again:

"I didn't know how differently it could end," he rasps and I'm in shock to notice his eyes getting somewhat wet. "How someone could hate me, hate you, so much that they would tear us apart and destroy everything." This time he looks at me steadily, though I can see how much effort it takes him to not let his sight run away again. "I love you, Talas. We were having so much fun I hadn't realized it... until I lost you."

I rapidly blink in utter bewilderment. My heart squeezes hard. I feel tears fighting their way out of my eyes. I can taste bitterness in the back of my throat. As if the only thing I could remember about our past is how heartbreaking it was to be separated from him like this.

And I realize that I believe him. It makes sense. Bhaal's ultimatum revealed one thing: this murder was personal to him. I really must have been in love with Gortash before my disappearance. Enough to make the Lord of Murder feel threatened and want our bond broken.

And I'm beginning to see why—to see past my initial impression of him, past his flaws and sins. It makes me scared. What happens if I give in to it, even if just for a little while?

But just how much time to decide do I really have?

08 Innocence of a guilty man.

Turns out, I don't need much time at all.

Gortash's confession was so raw it's impossible for me to stop thinking about it. He's quiet as we eat our breakfast, and so am I, but my head is buzzing. The alcohol doesn't help hold my walls up, but I don't think being sober would save me now.

'We only have until you kill Orin.'

That could be mere days. We've only just arrived, but already met her more than once—sniffing around, gauging our weaknesses, snickering maniacally and giving us the creeps. If we don't strike first, she will. Not to mention the ticking clock that was the tadpole wriggling in my head, threatening to turn me into a tentacled monster the second the Brain breaks free of Gortash's and Orin's control. We are all screwed if we don't find her soon.

My mind ambushes me with slightly fuzzy memories of last night. The way Gortash washed me, the way he carried me to the bed like royalty, the way he cared. I don't have to run away and marry him in secret to enjoy him. I don't have to make any promises at all.

I can just have him one last time. Whatever happens next.

"Well," I peep, nervous about what I'm going to do, "since we're full, alone and have the time... maybe we can... uhm."

Gods, I'm awful at flirting. I'm so lucky Halsin decided to approach me first. We would still be hungrily circling each other if he hasn't.

To my utter dismay and embarrassment, Gortash laughs out loud. "You haven't improved one bit," he shakes his head.

"Shut up," I grunt, trying to hide in my hair.

He props himself on one elbow, reaching for my jaw, caressing me and pulling me down to him for a kiss.

"Your best line so far was 'I would love to carve you up real slow,'" he smirks, coaxing me to look up. "Fortunately, that worked like a charm on me."

My brow crinkles and I burst into vivacious laughter. It makes me feel better, more at ease. I guess I didn't change that much.

"Gods, it's been forever since the last time I heard that laughter," Gortash sighs, stricken.

He attacks my mouth voraciously, making me gasp into the kiss.

It's different than before. It's not libido that drives him this time. There's pain behind the layers of need. Pain of long separation, of deep grief, of lost hope, of impending death. He's virtually inhaling me, as if he would love nothing more than to blend into me.

I feel dizzy and compelled to return the kiss with the same intensity, even though I'm running out of breath. I don't want to hold back anymore. What good would it do me to fight my feelings when this is the last time I get to have him.

His skin is much smoother after the morning shave, but I can still feel the faint remnants of stubble gently scratching me. I run my fingers all over his face, trying to imprint every shape of him into my damaged brain. I come across the scar on his chin and the sensation feels more familiar than ever. I know I've touched this scar before.

His hand copies my movements, tracing my scars. They must be new to him; Orin left them on me when she tried to kill me. He remembers my face when it was still flawless, yet his fingers are feeling my new imperfections with reverence.

"Bleed that bitch slowly," he rasps against my skin. "Savor the kill. You deserve a sweet revenge for this."

"I wish I could do the same to Bhaal," I reply breathily.

"So do I, my love. So do I." He pulls away a little, skin flushed, eyes misty. "Let's go inside. It's chilly here, you might catch a cold."

I squeeze my eyes shut, half wanting to laugh, half crying. I feel him get onto his feet and the next thing I know I'm in his arms, carried like a princess once more. I hug his shoulders and hide in his neck, nibbling hungrily, making his breath catch as he's walking towards his study, gait a bit wobbly.

My legs are weak too—I nearly buckle as he puts me down by the bed. I steady myself holding onto him, while he's doing his best to keep my armor and clothes intact as he's pulling them off my body in ragged, desperate moves.

He pauses with his hands hovering over my offered gauntlet.

"What?" I wonder. "Think you won't be able to enjoy it without me hurting you?"

He tilts his head, squinting in the distance. "I don't think we've ever tried that."

"Just take it off," I say and put his fingers on my wrist. "If it's not enough, I can always use my nails."

"To be honest," he raises his eyebrows pensively, "I don't think I even care. I just want to be with you."

He shakes the metal off my hand and tosses it to the floor. Then his eyes find his own, with the glowing netherstone adorning it.

"I promise I won't steal it," I chuckle. "At least not until I have Orin's."

He doesn't seem to appreciate my teasing. He takes the gauntlet off, but quickly puts it in a small, sturdy looking metal box and locks it inside.

I roll my eyes. "Still don't trust me, Enver? Did I use to fuck people just to get their precious stuff and favors? I thought that was more your style."

"Just a precaution against whomever else might be sneaking through the tower," Gortash smirks and returns to me. "You weren't even interested in fucking until you met me," he touches my face. "Granted, you didn't have many eligible choices around you, with your father keeping you in dark tombs among abominations. But I taught you everything, little lover."

My breath hitches a little at the realization, but I gulp the shock down.

"Well, then I guess I'm glad you've been sleeping around with so many of your noble conquests. Would hate to be taught by someone inexperienced."

He laughs with his eyes shut, then sighs and pulls me into his embrace.

"Oh, Talas, don't be jealous. There's no need to drag nobles into my bed anymore. I did try to drown my grief in a few... but it never helped. You were my first in months."

I blink at him, stunned by his words yet again. "Explains why you looked like you hadn't bathed in weeks at your inauguration." I swallow hard, distressingly aware of his enticing scent now.

"I've let myself go a little, yeah," he admits with an amused grin. "My company didn't mind. I thought Ketheric smelled like death, but then I met Orin." I snort and he joins me. "That faint stench of rotting flesh makes me want to gag. You, though..."

He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, pulling off his clothes. "You." He inhales a lungful of me, groaning. I shiver, closing my eyes, running my fingers through his hair. "The sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

I yelp as he suddenly picks me up and lets us both collapse onto the bed. Our limbs tangle, skin grazing skin, our mouths lock in a thirsty dance of tongues. It's a strange feeling, like being with him for the first time, even though it's far from it. I'm not fighting him, not resisting unwelcome desires, not trying to pretend this isn't what I want... I give myself to him willingly and eagerly.

09 Your fingerprints all over me.

He pulls us higher and flips us over, so he could lean on the head of the frame with me on top. The unexpected exposure makes me flinch. I'm still getting used to showing all of myself even to Halsin, and this... I haven't had time to decide how to feel about it. But the way he watches me makes me shudder. His gaze worships every inch of me, his fingers following closely after. So I lean into his touch and close my eyes, letting my mind rest in the soft waves of pleasure.

"How are you even more breathtaking than before," Gortash whispers so quietly I'm not sure he even meant to be heard.

I look down at him, using the rapidly depleting brain capacity to study his face some more. I didn't think he was capable of such adoration. I'm trying to hold onto my healthy doubts for the sake of everyone who's put their trust in me, but it's getting truly difficult.

So I choose to focus on the rest of him instead. On how he makes me feel.

I let my hands wander over his body, enjoying the inexplicable electric sensation of touching his deliciously mocha skin. Making him shiver as I run through the fine hair on his chest he so likes to show off. His muscles are defined just the right amount, well hydrated and comfortably soft. The little love handle on his tummy makes my mouth water and my hips grind against him wantonly.

He groans and grabs me by the nape to pull me into a ravaging kiss. I lift off his lap just enough to help him slip inside me. I cry out softly, unable to hold back the sweet tears of ecstasy.

My needy mouth devours him. He holds my hip in a firm grip to help me ride him. The fingers of his free hand dig into my back, desperately pressing me to his chest, but the hurt they cause isn't physical. I don't want to look into his eyes, I know they will bewitch me.

But I fail and let his gaze swallow my soul.

I can't focus on kissing him anymore. I just lay my forehead on his shoulder and keep rolling my hips. I feel the crushing orgasm closing in when he rakes my hair and starts murmuring in my ear:

"I love you, Talas. I love you."

I let out a sob as it hits me like a wall. I'm not screaming or moaning—I'm crying. My heart is breaking, my soul is splitting... Yet, in the midst of my torment, there's mind boggling ecstasy shooting through my body like lightning.

He caresses my back, letting me ride out the last of the tremors, while I latch onto his mouth again, mixing his intoxicating taste with the salt of my tears. He doesn't seem bothered, drinking my inexplicable sorrow eagerly, thirstily.

I collapse onto his warm chest and keep softly sobbing into his flesh.

I remember now.

"Are you alright?"

I don't respond for a long while. I just keep slowly rolling my hips, not letting him stop making love to me. He listens to my intentional body language, running his fingers gently all over my skin, and lets me deal with it in peace before I'm ready to speak up.

"I love you too, Enver."

The leftover reason in my brain gags its mouth in horror. But I know that it's true. It's been true the whole time, I just didn't know, being stripped of all my memories of him.

The memories didn't return per se. Only feelings. I was a drooling mess, and still my heart yearned for something I lost. Someone I lost. I doubt I could even recall his name or his face... but I knew I needed him.

"Please," I sniffle, finally dragging myself up to look at him. "Make me forget how I know this. It hurts."

That strange sucking feeling in the center of my chest suddenly makes sense now. I've had it since the crash. My head was empty, but my heart ached for him.

"Talas," he whispers, cradling my head. I watch his eyes well up like mine.

I kiss him, letting him tangle his fingers in my hair. He presses my face closer to his and drowns in my mouth. When we're out of breath, he leaves my lips to travel up to my cheeks and eyes, kissing away every tear.

He wraps me in his arms and smoothly rolls us over, pressing my back into the red satin sheets. He holds my hands above my head and I expect him to get rough—I wouldn't mind having this gnawing emotional anguish knocked out of me with a delicious pounding I know he's keen to inflict.

But his fingers lace with mine and his eyes watch me with tenderness I didn't think he was capable of. He's not done fighting for me.

And I'm not done being loved by him.

I hold his gaze, studying the specs of color in his irises. I let out soft moans as he languidly moves inside me and kisses my mouth without breaking eye contact. And when my body begins buzzing, building up to another mind-shattering climax, I whisper his name. The first one slips from my lips accidentally, but as my mind clouds I get bolder. When my body spasms and my toes curl, I scream it over and over in between waves of ecstasy.

His gaze never wavers—up until his own finish catches him unprepared, drawing a surprised, tender whimper out of him. His body quivers, uncontrollably shooting hot seed inside of me as he holds me close, encasing me in his arms like something fragile and precious, moaning my name into my ear.

Mind blank, I just lay, limbs wrapped around him, not willing to let go. We stay like this, gently caressing each other, panting, cooling off. It's not until we start getting uncomfortable that we're finally forced to let go.

"How would you feel about having a bath together again?" Gortash suggests, his roguish smirk gracing his lips once more.

I'm all sweaty and sticky and full of his load, so I nod.

I don't want to leave just yet. Going back into the real world means being faced with responsibilities and morality. It means remembering what a menace this man is to the city. It means considering losing him forever if he decides to stand in our way. I'm not ready for that. Not after I had an emotional charge the size of an extinction-level catastrophic event go off in my chest just minutes ago.

10 One last chance.

Gortash fills the tub with hot water and takes me by the hand. But it seems like I'm not quite ready for this, either.

Come on. It's just a bathtub. The only place that's actually filled with horrors is your own head.

And I recall all the tenderness and care that happened around it, as well. Two diametrically different men doting on me, sacrificing their strength and favors for me. The thought further eats away at the walls of my poor heart.

"Need some help?" Gortash glances at me, evidently understanding my hesitation. His arm snakes around my waist and he kisses my temple. "Come on. I'll be in there with you. Promise not to tie you up this time—unless you want me to," he chuckles into my hair.

I snort and relax a little. There was really nothing to be afraid of; Bhaal was taken care of for now, there was no reason for my Urge to come out this soon. But my legs won't work.

"Yeah, I do need help," I sigh, draping myself over his shoulders.

He tosses me a wicked grin and picks me up. "You're getting used to this fast."

"It's a nice thing to get used to," I shrug innocently.

"You know you got heavy?"

"Maybe you got out of shape," I narrow my eyes at him, then we both laugh.

I almost don't notice how he submerges both of us in the pleasantly hot water. My heart thrums in my throat for a bit, but then Gortash starts rubbing my neck and shoulders, massaging the tension out of them. I let him do it for a while, then close my eyes and lay my head in the crook of his neck.

"Thanks for saving my life last night," I mumble and I really mean it. "I was ready to beg Halsin to mercifully end me. Wait, no, I did actually beg."

I feel his palm run along the side of my face, then his fingers combing my hair back in soothing motions. "It's the least I could do after putting you in danger. I'm so sorry, Talas."

"It wasn't your fault," I sigh. I know what he means, but... when two people fall in love, neither of them should be held responsible for the disproportional reaction of their relatives.

"I still can't believe how close you were this whole time," he rasps and I his hands ball into fists. "Bloody Ketheric. What a low, petty revenge for making him feel uncomfortable and redundant during our Absolute meetings."

I snort. "How were we getting on his nerves so much?"

I feel his chuckle reverberate into me through my back. "You used to like sitting on my lap and making out while he was speaking. And whenever you spaced out during discussions, or simply didn't have an opinion, you would always back me up, not even listening to his arguments."

"Oh," I grimace. "We were very dismissive of him. I'm not surprised he felt affronted."

"Oh, Talas." I hear exasperation in his voice. "He kept you in his dungeon as a toy for his deranged 'scientist' and let me believe you were dead. He deserved to get his tongue ripped out and be beaten to death with it. Would you really just forgive him?"

"I'm kidding," I turn to him, eyes still closed, and plant a kiss on his chin. "I hate his fucking guts. I'm just sad I wasn't able to make his death proper fun."

"There she is, my Bhaal-babe."

"We've met all of his children," I growl. "All cursed and deranged, almost begging to be put out of their misery. The man couldn't give two fucks about any of them, beside precious Isobel he raised from the dead in exchange for their lives, with thousands of innocent souls on top. He didn't deserve redemption and he knew it."

There's a long pause and I can feel Gortash tensing up.

"Do I?"

That knocks the breath out of my lungs. My eyes open wide, but I only stare into the distance.

Why would he even ask that? He didn't seem remorseful of his many, many sins. He looked straight in Karlach's face and looked pleased with himself. He tadpoled Wyll's father and shipped him who-knows-where the minute he got him to surrender his title. He subjugated a whole city and prepared to wage a fake war on it, just so he could pronounce himself its savior.

And those were only the deeds we knew about so far.

"Do you think you deserve it?" I deflect the question back at him, unsure how to respond. Suddenly I'm aware of how naked and defenseless I am in his presence again.

"Shh," he rubs my arms, noticing my discomfort. "I didn't mean to make you bristle up. In the end, Ketheric was left with no one who supported him out of their own free will. I know how depressing that is—I was in the same position before you returned. There's a big difference between doing things because you know you're alone against the world, and doing things for someone you love."

I scoff. "Well, if that's how you operate, how about you give me the stone and help me clean up this mess? Because that's the only way this," I gesture between him and myself, "is going anywhere. You know that what we just did doesn't really change anything between us, right?"

I can see the hurt in his eyes—but no surprise. He knows. He's just probing for another option. Or trying to manipulate me. Whichever.

He decides to abandon the topic. "We've never done it like this before," he studies my face. "You changed so much."

"Enver," I sigh, feeling almost bad for him. "How do you still want me back, when I'm not even the woman you remember?"

Silence. He evades my gaze, watching the sunlight behind the tall stained glass windows. He doesn't seem to understand it himself.

"I guess you've given my life more meaning than anything I've ever done before."

My heart and eyelids flutter, touched more deeply than I was willing to admit.

I know what that feels like. I could've let my Urge dictate my path, succumb to the thirst for blood and death, do what I knew to do best. Instead, I've found myself in people around me, people of varying degrees of 'good' who sometimes struggle as much as I do.

I've found purpose in keeping them alive. In helping them denounce their gods, avenge their traumas, fix their mistakes, save what's important to them. In loving them as much as they've grown to love me. They healed me in ways medicine and magic could never have done on their own.

They saved me, and now I would rather choose death than let a bloodthirsty god take control over my life again.

Perhaps Gortash would do the same...?

I don't dare to guess. Not until I see the change with my own eyes, in action, when I present the choice to him with Orin's netherstone in hand.

Because I've just decided that I will do just that. Despite everything he's done, everything that deserved grave, and likely final, punishment, I will allow him one last chance to do better.

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Quick Hits #26: Merchandise

She was not Charlotte Blake tonight.

She knew this even when she stepped up on stage with her mind completely empty. She knew this even when the woman in the sparkling, golden ballgown circled her like a wolf before reading out her name, "Charlotte Blake, professor of English, thirty-six years old..." She knew this even when the bidders on the floor fought amongst themselves for the right to purchase her. Not quite Charlotte Blake herself, but rather the idea of Charlotte Blake. A fantasy. One night with your favorite Carpenter State professor.

Her mind was empty, but her body was full of pleasure. She stood on stage in the Obedience by Fleur that had been fitted for her two weekends before the auction. The stimulators that lined the fabric of the lingerie delivered precision orgasms that kept her sedated, compliant, suggestable, but by the time she reached the stage, nothing was more pleasureful to her than the thought of being sold.

The underground auction was one of Romero's dirtier secrets, its existence only known to Romero's elite class. The organizer was a mystery and the auctioneer changed from month to month, though it was always a gorgeous, impeccably dressed woman. Tonight's auctioneer, our lady in gold, had wavy, blonde hair and an intimidating aura. Some men in the crowd may have recognized her as the gorgeous realtor who had sold them their homes in Stoker, Cassandra Cox, though she certainly didn't recognize herself. The auction was a closed system behind the scenes. The organizer procured the lots through their own network, but never did any of the dirty work themselves. The auctioneer was as brainwashed as the merchandise, and she would typically end up as a lot herself in a future auction.

Even the auction house itself changed. The attendees spent the weeks in between searching Romero for clues to the next auction's location. The merchandise were nothing more than rentals, sold for limited amounts of time. When that time expired, the buyers would return their purchases to the auction house where their minds would be cleaned of any unpleasant memories and they were free to return to their regular lives.

She didn't know it, but this was Charlotte Blake's third night on the auction block. She was one of Romero's more popular prizes. The bidders were a mix of rich old men from Romero's upper class and their spoiled rich sons who had grown up hearing rumors about the auction from their father's creepy friends. Charlotte sold to some twenty-one year old twerp for twelve-thousand dollars.

"Do you even know who I am?" the kid laughed when Charlotte was seated next to him in his sportscar.

Charlotte felt a pleasurable chill creep up her spine, a signal going from the bra to her brain, a microscopic orgasm imperceptible to anyone else.

"Isaac Chambers," she recited his name in an uncharacteristically dull tone. "Twelve-thousand dollars buys me for twelve hours."

"Isaac from class!" the kid laughed. "You tried to flunk me until my dad got involved. Fuck! How is this even possible?"

She shook her head. "It doesn't matter who you are to me. Tonight you are my Master and it is my pleasure to serve you."

Her soft hand glided along the fabric of the kid's pants, slowly taking the zipper and pulling it down to reveal his boxer briefs underneath. Just a little tug and his stiffening cock popped free.

The kid sank back into his seat as Charlotte's lips wrapped around his cock. Her body responded more to his approving moans than any physical pleasure he could give her. That's how she'd been programmed, not to just as merchandise but as a deliverer of pleasure.

Endless pleasure. That's what this was all about to Charlotte in this blank state, driven solely by the instinct to receive more pleasure and the ways in which she could receive it defined entirely by her conditioning and the signals firing through her body from the Obedience by Fleur.

With his eyes closed, the kid moaned, his fingers weaving through Charlotte's hair as she worked. Another orgasm rocked her body, but she remained firm and focused on the task.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," Isaac breathed. "Did you ever imagine that we'd meet again like this?"

Charlotte swallowed a breath as she released, a trail of saliva traveling from her bottom lip to the glossy tip of his cock. She pumped him a few times as she responded, "Discussing our personal lives is against auction policy, Master. But I'll be happy to do anything else."

"Tell me what you'll do," he whispered.

"I'll let you cum in my mouth," she replied. "Fuck my tits, fuck my pussy, parade me naked down Greek street as your brainwashed sex slave."

The kid licked his lips.

"When we're finished here," he said. "I wanna go back to my apartment and share you with my boys. I'll be a legend for this."

"Anything you wish, Master," Charlotte moaned.

There was always room for more if that was how her Master wanted it. After all, she was not Charlotte Blake tonight. She was just merchandise.

#hypnokink #brainwashed #whitewash eyes #hypno story #mind control #oc: charlotte blake

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Nice au's! Those all look so interestinggggg!!! ❤️

Whats the "freezer crate trauma" about? I'm curious hehe

thank you!!!

this one is a little ~1k oneshot sitting in my google docs which involves carmen getting locked inside of one of those like. freezer crates from shipyards that they use to transport food and me making her have stockholm trauma about it.

why i didnt post it? uhhh i dont know i think i was feeling insecure about how much angst i write at the time 💀i'll put a snippet here but if anyone wants to read the full thing i'll reblog with it! just lmk

snippet under the cut

The door creaked behind her, and she turned her head just in time to see the silhouette of a familiar operative framed in the doorway. Carmen dropped into a defensive stance, her breath hissing out in a cloud in the freezer box. “Tigress,” she greeted. Guard dog. Or, rather, guard cat.

Tigress’s eyes lit with the wicked delight that Carmen had learned to be wary of. “Looking for our little prize, are you? Want me to give you some time to yourself to look?”

Carmen’s brow furrowed. “What?”

Tigress, quick as a flash, stepped back from the door and slammed it. Panic flared with the sudden understanding as Carmen sprang for the door and slammed against it. Pain erupted in her shoulder and she cried out, staring in disbelief at where she used to be able to see the door. It didn’t budge- she heard Tigress cackle outside.

“TIGRESS.” Carmen yelled through the door. Unwillingly she felt panic pitch her voice as her fingers refused to stay on the frozen metal even through her gloves. “TIGRESS!”

Carmen stumbled back and tripped over some ridge in the pitch black container she didn’t remember. She hit the frozen floor hard, and her arms gave out on her. She was shaking. Why was she shaking? Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.

“Red? You good?”

“Tigress locked me inside the freezer box.” Her voice was shaking and she didn’t know why. It was okay. She had Player. This time. And her coat. Shadow-san was on site.

Her heart wouldn’t stop trying to smash her ribs into pieces again. A wave of panic made her stomach turn as the cold and the dark and the trapped sunk into her skin. She was going to die. She was going to die.

“Woah, Red, you’re breathing really hard. Shadow-san’s on his way, he’ll get you out. Did she hurt you?”

“No. No.” Carmen breathed, and she felt herself choke and hardly registered it. “Player, I can’t do this again. I can’t- I can’t.”

Player’s tone shifted into a deeper concern, like the one he’d used when screaming for her to respond as she crashed in the-

“Carmen, hey! You’re okay! What’s going on??”

The room was cold, it was cold. Her coat was a tattered, broken glider, the raw, torn metal edges of the frame digging into her spine. She didn’t know if she couldn’t feel it anymore or if it just wasn’t important enough. Her reality slammed into her again, harder, and the metal of the container sucked the heat from her body.

She couldn’t breathe. The air stabbed her lungs. Her head spun. She was going to die, and she was never going to see Zack or Ivy or Shadow-san again, or Player-

Player’s voice slid into her ear.

“Red, can you hear me? Red?!”

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #angst #snippet #ask game #thank you for the ask!!!!!!!#theres about another page and a half or so of setup and angst and resolution in addition so. again if you want to read more

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wishfullyeternal · 1 year ago

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William Afton x Reader Pt 2

A/N- As promised, part two is here! Still working on it, and really I have no idea how it's going to end up. Leaning towards nsfw just because (lol) but open to any and all suggestions, and you can leave requests as well! Y'all are awesome :)

Words- 2,642

Warnings- Mentions of murder, general violence, language

You went to bed without any problems, and the next day arose a little before your alarm. You hated that. You could never fall back asleep. You wondered about nothing in particular for the next few minutes, trying to muster to urge to finally get out of bed. You looked over to your uniform. It was a starched white shirt, a white tie with tiny multicolored triangles all over it, and a bright red vest. You would get your name tag soon, as the employee handbook stated, and you stared further at the two pins that were stuck on the vest. One said Let’s Eat! In the style of Chica’s bib, the other was a picture of Bonnie the Bunny playing the guitar.

Bunny?

Eerily similar to the one in the picture in William’s office. Just purple instead of yellow.

Why would William close down the diner, make entirely new animatronics, and abandon the yellow bunny?

You sighed, shaking your head to rid yourself of confusion, before finally rising out of bed. You quickly got ready, and went out the door to your second day at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a magical place where fantasy and fun come to life.

This time, when arriving at the door, William himself greeted you, and asked for you in his office.

God, what did I do now?

You were fully prepared to get fired. There was no way this could be something good, you followed him back, mind racing. He led you to the office and sat down, you doing the same. He noticed your bewildered expression.

“Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” He said, waving his hand dismissively. Before giving you a chance to respond, he quickly began to speak, almost urgently, but not quite.

“I’m afraid my security guard has quit unexpectedly, effective immediately. The pizzeria needs a temporary security guard until we can hire a new one, which doesn’t take long. Would you be willing to fill in until we find one?”

He pauses, rubbing his greyed goatee before continuing,

“The hours aren’t very good, and generally the pay would be the same, I might be able to give a few hours of overtime because of the urgency, but we just really need a body there at night.”

You were utterly confused, and it showed on your face.

Why in the hell is William asking me to guard the Pizzeria when I’ve only been here two days? Why wouldn’t Barbara, or the other workers be asked first? Have they said no? Is there something I should know?

“Why me?” You ask bluntly, William seemed to anticipate this question and answered quickly.

“It’s easy, and we could train you for both positions at the same time, so you could cover for both. It would be more useful to the company that way.” You barely knew anything about your current position, only how the prize corner worked, so it wouldn’t make sense to immediately start me somewhere else. Let alone at a completely different time. William seemed to feel your confusion and spoke again.

“I wouldn’t normally train you this way, but it’s very important we have someone here at night. You can come back at around midnight tonight, and it’s only until six AM.” William seemed genuinely desperate, so you agreed. You began to leave his office, wanting to go back home and catch some z’s before going back to the Pizzeria, but asked quickly,

“What happened to your Diner from before, Fredbear’s Family Diner?”

William stopped what he was doing and looked up at you, eyes squinted slightly, like he was trying to read your expression, like he was trying to gauge how much you knew. You pointed to the picture. He grabbed it off the shelf and smiled at it.

“Fredbear’s Family Diner… You’re quite observant. It was closed down about five years ago due to electrical issues, and we rebranded to be a little more with the times, diners were considered outdated by that point.”

That didn’t explain the bunny.

“What about the bunny? Why isn’t he here?” William moved his jaw, thinking for a second before responding.

“We retired those animatronics and replaced them with more high-tech ones, absent from spring-lock mechanisms entirely.” William put the picture back up and thanked you for taking the security guard shift. You went home and slept until around ten p.m.

You arrived at the Pizzeria again and shut off your car, shivering in the cold. William was waiting for you at the door, and scolded you for not bringing a jacket. He then led you down the same hallway his office was, but instead went into another room further back. This room was a bit bigger, although still cramped, but had another door to lead you to the other section of the building, it was a nice shortcut for getting through both hallways in the back. The front wall had a big poster of all the animatronics, and a few drawings tacked on the wall made by various children. The floor was checkered, and noticeably more dirty and unkempt than the same floor up front. There were identical light switches at both opposite doors, a red button, and a white button. The top red one was labeled DOOR and the bottom white was labeled LIGHT respectively.

“Thank you for coming, just make sure to watch the cameras and make sure no one gets in…” William seemed like he was going to add something, but rethought.

“There’s a cassette tape in the recorder if you’d like to listen to it, it might explain the job better. I’ve got to go, but if there’s an emergency you can speed dial me at the front telephone.” William left the room, and you were left in the dark. Almost literally. There was a single light on the ceiling, angled towards the front wall. There were also backlights on the door and light buttons, illuminating them slightly. Those were the only sources of light in the entire room. You flipped through the cameras, looking at the empty Pizzeria. Then you popped in the cassette tape and played it.

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. Okay. So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free-roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long.

The tape ended abruptly. The animatronics move at night? You took it out of the recorder and looked at the date on the side, it was from around five years ago, when this place would have first opened. You were a little bit on edge and did not want any of them inside your office, or anywhere near you to be honest. Who knows what they would be capable of? You checked the cameras again, and Bonnie had moved.

Bonnie had moved.

"Fuck." You said, staring at the camera.

Why in the hell didn't William tell me about this?

That was an easy question to answer, if he had told you, you wouldn't have taken the job. That much was true. You clicked through the cameras again and made sure none of the other animatronics had moved. You sighed when you realized that they were all in their respective places.

The hours went by slowly, but none of the animatronics moved except Bonnie, and Bonnie hadn't come near your door. Once the clock struck six, and Bonnie had moved back to his respective place on the stage, you walked briskly (or rather, sprinted) to the door, and were met face-to-face with the one and only William Afton. You sneered at him. At this point, you were covered in sweat, and your eyes were bloodshot, you had been terrified the entire night.

"Why didn't you tell me they moved!" You said through gritted teeth. William smiled that same gentle goddamn smile.

"Would you have taken the job if I had?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"I quit, effective immediately." You said, taking off your vest and handing it to him. You could tell he was expecting this, so he gently gave it back to you.

"Listen, I've got a new security guard lined up to start tomorrow. If you do tonight, I'll pay you double overtime."

Double overtime? That was way more than you had ever gotten paid in your life...And for only six hours of work. You could really use the money.

Like really use the money. William's eyes grew big, and you could see that he genuinely wanted you to stay.

"I really like you, and I think you have the potential to be a wonderful manager at Freddy Fazbear's. If you do this for me, I promise I will lead you to that position...And," He added

"That pays salary," He smiles again and puts his hand on my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.

"Please?" He asked, you wanted to run far away in the other direction. In fact, you wanted nothing to do with this goddamn Pizzeria at all.

But money was tight. Rent was due in a few days. There was no way your landlord was going to accept another I don't have it.

So you nodded. The tiniest nod. William looked absolutely elated.

"Thank you so much! I cannot express how much I appreciate this," His smile grew, and he patted you on the back.

"Listen, kid, I won't forget this favor, and if you ever need anything from me, let me know." He winked at you before going towards the Pizzeria, you stopped him.

"Is there anything I should know about the animatronics before I go?" Your hands were still slightly shaking from the fear you had just experienced, and William chuckled.

"Bonnie tends to be the most aggressive and will move around a lot. Chica likes to make noise in the kitchen before she appears in the hallway, and Freddy probably won't move around a lot, but I would still keep an eye on him." He furrows his brows before adding,

"Keep the camera on Foxy, or else he'll come running. Literally." You cocked your head, confused, but William had already gone through the door, and you were left watching the sun rise over the building.

What did this all mean?

How did he know about their behaviors? How do they move at night? Are they trying to hurt me?

More importantly.

What was William hiding?

It was obvious he was hiding something. You walked to your car and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

He opened up Fredbear's Family Diner, then had to close it because of electrical issues. Why not just solve the electrical issues? Why did he rebrand and make new animatronics? What was wrong with the other ones? Why is there so much turnover in the security guard position? Why did the animatronics move at night? Why, why, why...

There was no way you were going to sleep. So instead of going back home, you drove to the library and waited two entire hours until the older lady at the front unlocked the doors. It took everything in you not to run in the doors. You walked in, not paying attention to anything that was going on, and beelined straight to the newspaper article section. You ran your finger along the white metal shelf, and quickly read through the years.

1980, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984...

Aha! You almost yelled out, but stopped yourself. This was a library, and you needed to stay civil. Although you were pretty sure that went out the window when you basically ran to the newspaper section. You shuffled through every individual day, until something caught your eye.

Man, you had good luck.

Fredbear's Family Diner Closes, Five Children Missing

You ripped the newspaper from the shelf, eyes scanning over the entire front page. William Afton was on the front, and a large Grand Opening sign was hung on the building. He looked younger... He looked different. His eyes were different.

You read the page.

Five children missing after party at Fredbear's Family Diner. At around 3 pm Saturday morning, ten children attended the birthday party of [REDACTED] and mysteriously went missing. Owner was questioned and has since refused to make a statement. State-wide searches are beginning, and the public is urged to stay vigilant- continued on page 45.

The next page was covered completely with full-color pictures of the five children, all outlined in a red frame with the text HAVE YOU SEEN ME? printed on the top.

You turned to page 43 and turned once more to 46.

46?

A page was missing. You could see where it had been carefully ripped out. Someone wanted to keep this under wraps.

William had to have a part in the disappearance of those five children. You rubbed your finger over the ragged edge inside the newspaper and thought as hard as you could. There was so much you knew, but so much that was left unknown. You bit your lip and put the newspaper back, looking through the others, but finding no other information on Fredbear's Family Diner.

What was going on?

You thought you were going crazy. Maybe the kids just ran away and got hurt in the woods or something. Maybe someone kidnapped them outside the diner. Maybe the children went missing on their way to the party.

You knew they hadn't, a horrible feeling began to eat its way through the bottom of your stomach. You tried to reevaluate the information in your head, to make some sense of it.

Fredbear's Family Diner opens, then five children attend a birthday party and mysteriously go missing during it, then Fredbear's closes not a week after. William stated it closed because of "electrical issues", and Barbara also said "electrical issues", but there was no mention of electrical issues when reading the article. William was questioned but stayed silent, what was he hiding? There was also a page missing from the newspaper, who took it out? Did William not want you to find something? Why did he still keep a picture of Fredbear's Family Diner in his office then?

You left the library, got in your car, and went home. You had to stop thinking about this. You were way too into your psyche. You needed a good meal and a long nap.

So that's exactly what you did. Once eating, and waking from the nap, your brain was clearer, although the images of the five children never left your brain. Something about them seemed familiar like you had seen them before, but you hadn't moved here until about a year ago, and there was no way you would have heard about them, nor seen them. In fact, although you didn’t talk to many people in town, there was no mention of the kids anywhere. Which was exceptionally strange. How could five children go missing and just be forgotten about?

You shook your head yet again and got into your car. Turning the ignition and leaving for the Pizzeria. You were determined to figure out this mystery, and this time you were much more confident in your abilities to keep the free-roaming animatronics at bay. I mean, how hard could it be? They were just robots.

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