#why is today so evil. why does god want me with blood on my hands

[t4tstarvingdog]

jesus fucking christ i swear to god i’m gonna snap and fucking kill someone

[billwidoll]

Everyone was afraid of him, Everyone knew who he was, He was a Rich, Crazy and Temperamental guy. He was prejudiced against the poor people of the island and everyone knew it and some rich people began to dislike them.Poor because of him...Rafe Cameron. But what would happen if he fell in love with Uma Pougue?

Pure Evil || Rafe Cameron 1

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It was the Fourth of July. And everyone was celebrating the date, even the university students and this time the King of the island, Rafe Cameron, was hosting the party. He was commanding and dismantling anyone

Rafe never cared about love he always preferred money, Rafe just wanted to get ahead in life and not fall in love, but not everything went planned

"Man, it's full of hot girls here!" Topper comments with Rafe at his side

"And my friend, let's enjoy it" Rafe says with a mischievous smile

Everything was going well until Rafe spots a certain unwanted person.

"What is that naughty Pougue doing here? She's not even a college student!" Rafe comments hatefully and goes after you, even before Topper appeases you.

You were talking and smiling like a beautiful princess, and Rafe thought it was weird that you talked to rich people like that, but he was going to kick you out anyway

"What the fuck are you fucking doing here?" Rafe says, pulling his arm and making him look very close

"I was invited Rafe..." you say as if you were a scared and defenseless bunny

"who invited you? I didn't go" Rafe says harshly and laughing

"Look, I think I better go. I know I'm not welcome wherever you are" You say, ready to go but Rafe grabs you by the arm

"...look... You can stay here, you don't look like a rat like those Pogues, but don't think I'm doing charity" Rafe speaks in a deep voice, just a little in his eyes you could see that he felt sorry or liked you

"Hey man! Don't I exclude the girl?" Topper asks drinking his beer and seeing that you were still at the party

"No, she didn't seem like a threat to me and she doesn't even make me that embarrassed, she's so fragile..." The last word Rafe speaks in a hoarse voice and almost whispering

"and she's hot too, I think I'm going to do well today" Topper says giving you a mischievous smile

And Rafe feels a little uncomfortable when he hears that, you were so... small and... he couldn't describe it in words, you seemed cute and untouchable, you were certainly a virgin

"man! She's a lot of space for your little truck" Rafe says looking sternly at Topper

"Ah... being jealous Rafe? Keep cool, I'll leave the crumbs for you" Topper says this laughing and Rafe's blood boils instantly

Rafe throws his glass of beer on the floor and hits Topper in the face with his fist. When he does this, he ends up drawing the attention of everyone at the party, even his own...

When Topper fell Rafe looks around at the people who were shouting excitedly about the fight, Rafe looks at you, that look that calmed him down from everything. It seemed like you were an angel. But anyway, Rafe ends up leaving Topper falling with a black eye and goes up to his room furious.

Until he hears someone at the door

"Your hand...it's hurt..." You speak almost in a whisper and Rafe is surprised by your suddenness.

"I know, little mouse. But who cares?" Rafe says, sitting on the bed and rolling his eyes.

"I...I care about people who get hurt" you say looking into his eyes, and he was trying to avoid looking at you

"But I shouldn't have! I'm a threat to you guys" Rafe says looking at you and holding his arms and shaking

"I still care! If you hate me so much why did you let me stay at the party?" You say crossing your arms and trying to challenge Rafe

"Because....I'm trying to do charity." Rafe speaks without knowing what to say

"Oh my God. You're ridiculous and I'm an idiot!" You say, leaving the room quickly, leaving Rafe crestfallen.

After that night, Rafe never forgot you, never stopped thinking about you. You appeared in his dreams, in visions, in hallucinations, he was obsessed and fascinated by you And he needed to see you wherever you were.

And he went to the Pougue territory and asked some residents where you lived and they said Rafe was driving there

Rafe got there, but he didn't know how to talk to you. So he put some music on in his car and turned it up, waiting for you to put your head in the window

"Y/N!" He screams, waiting for you to appear at the window

Until he sees you appearing in his bedroom window

"What are you doing here Rafe?" You ask innocently and surprised

"I came to apologize to you... for being ignorant" Rafe says with a trembling voice, why did you leave him like that?

You don't say anything, I just left the windowm And goes to the living room to open the front door for Rafe

When you opened the door, you saw Rafe's bright blue eyes and Rafe saw your bright brown eyes.

"it was just that?" You ask looking deeply into his eyes.

"Well...and...I'm just sorry. And that you're really nice and...I'm used to those types of people." Rafe speaks looking at the ground asking for help

"And by the way, how is your hand?" You ask taking his hand and checking it.

"ahh... It's already healing" Rafe says giving you a small, sweet smile, it was the first time he was being nice

"I'm happy Rafe!" You say, giving a huge, beautiful smile and when Rafe saw that smile of yours, he was more enchanted than he already was.

"Do you want to go out with me?" Rafe speaks without thinking and it makes you startle and laugh immediately afterwards.

"Okay... you hated me, now you're asking me out?" You say letting out a laugh

"How about a truce? I'll pick you up at seven?" Rafe says smiling

"Okay then...I accept, Rafe Cameron!" You say smiling and that makes Rafe the happiest person in the world.

And little did you know that you would become Princess Kook after this meeting

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher pt. 6 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 6- Encounter with Dio

Chapter 5- Friday |Masterlist|

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

Tw: mention of blood

Year 1984

It was my 18th birthday mom and dad were able to save enough money for us to go to Egypt. I was really excited, it's been ages since we've all been out on a vacation. When we arrived it was so nice being with them and trying new foods.

"Wow is that a castle?" Mom asked, "I think so." dad and I looked at what appeared to be a mansion or castle, it looked extravagant three-story, but seemed to be quite old, situated in one of the older districts of Cairo. The main building is surrounded by a wall and an extensive garden which includes numerous palm trees that were poking out. There are four towers on each corner of the rectangular main building. There was a bird falling around the building. My mom walked towards the gate, "I wouldnt go in there if I were you." One of the locals stopped us, "Why not?"

"There's something evil in that building. It would be best if you stay clear from it. Its been said to be guarded by a vampire or god and he could give you anything to your heart desires." I looked at the building and I could've sworn I saw a man standing at the window of one of the towers. A chill ran down my spine, "I think its best if we stay clear of the castle, mom and dad."

"Alright we'll stay clear from it."

The rest of the day we spent it just going around and looking at different things nearby. Night came I stayed in my hotel room as my parents went out for drinks.

Afterwards they came home. I was asleep and didn't really notice them come into the room, that was til Mom woke me up, "Y/n why don't we go to that building we saw earlier today?" They are were acting strange; they seemed like zombies being controlled by something. 

"Wait what about what the local said-"

"We're going and thats finial." Dad spoke, "Get dressed. wear this." Mom handed me a black tight dress. I wore the cloth she wanted and we made our way to the building. There was a bird flying around... a falcon? He was leading the way.

As we entered the building there was something that felt Erie about it. "Guys can we go. I'm not liking this."

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" A voice spoke, "You are a guest at my home."

A chill ran down my spine, "I'm sorry to enter your home, we thought it was abandoned, we'll get going now." I grabbed my parents arms trying to get them to leave with me but they weren't moving. "Please I insist that you stay, After all..."

A man appeared in front of me, "It doesn't seems like your parents want to leave." I backed away from him, but he kept inching closer I bumped into a table and grabbed whatever I could to the man's head. I hit him with a lamp cutting his face, "That was rude." In the darkness I could see the man wiped the blood and licked it off his fingers. "I invite you to my home and this is the way you greet me." Candles in the room sudden were lite.

I took a good look at him, he looked pale almost transparent. He wore a black sleeveless turtleneck and a necklace. Our gaze met I quickly looked away; looking at my parents, "Why aren't my parents doing anything?! What did you do to them?!" I tried pushing the man away but he somehow moved behind me, "What did I do?" He whispered in my ear, "Aren't you assuming that I've done something to them without any proof that I did?"

I turned around to face him but he was gone, where is he? Why does he keep disappearing like that!? "Who are you?"

"I'm sure your parents can tell you who I am Y/n." He said my name, how did he know my name? I felt a shortness of breathe. "Mom, dad, please snap out of it and lets go!"

"We're not leaving. Lord Dio has ordered us to bring you here so he can feed on you. We must provide food for him." As those words left dad's lips I left a cold shift in the air around me. The man named Dio was gonna kill me, "We must provide for Lord Dio!." My parents ran towards me.

"I won't kill you... Not yet at least." He was in front of me again, my parents now stopping in their tracks. "I'll let you live, if... You agree to give yourself to me."

"I won't." I stated. He chuckled cross his arms, "You don't have a choice dear. Either you stay and nothing happens to you or... you don't and I kill your parents and then you," He wrapped his arms around my waist and got closer whispering in my ear, "So the last memory you have before death is me slaughtering your family and you knowing you could have done something to stop me from killing them." I pulled away from him.

I looked at my parents, "Don't worry about your parents love. They were willing to give you up just for money and riches."

"I dont believe you." I was scared, did they, really?

"They did. You see I have them under my control. I planted a Flesh bud as a from of contract with them. I'm able to manipulate my hair to create parasites, which can then insert into a human's head. These flesh buds pierce through the skull into part of the brain, thus making your parents compliant to my demands once they make that contract with me." Why would they sell me for money to him? Who is this man that they are willing to give me to him without a second thought? "Can you remove it?" I asked him.

"I'll say this again and I won't repeat myself. I'll let your parents live if you agree to be with me. Ive been drawn to you my love." He now stood in front of me, gently grabbing my face forcing me to look at him, I felt scarred and disgusted, I looked back at my parents, "You promise you'll let them go and live normal lives?" Dio inched closer to me our lips being inches apart. "I promise. I am a man of my word." His voice gave me chills. "I'll stay with you just promise that I get to live, you dont put a flesh bud in me, and you get rid of mind control bud you have planted on their brains."

"You have a deal." Dio smiled. A group of men walked in, "Take her to my room and for her parents I'll remove the buds." The men did as Dio told them to do.

Since that day I never say my parents again, I never knew if they lived or die.

Present Friday.

"Y/n he can stop time! HE IS A STAND USER WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!" why can't that voice leave me, "You must listen to your master!" I covered my ears, "You died and you continue to hunt me even after death. why can't you leave me alone?! I refuse to believe that he is a stand user and I refuse to believe that he has the extract same power as you!" I looked up at him, "You said it yourself stand users have unique powers and NO ONE can duplicate them, so why does he have the same one as you!? DID HE STEAL THE WORLD FROM YOU?! IS THAT WHY YOUR FUCKING HUNTING ME?! CAUSE YOU WANT THE WORLD BACK!?"

"He has information! That is a Joestar!... Ask that little brat her grandfathers last and first name when you see her again." If hes a Joestar then that means, "Jotaro was the one that killed you?"

Dio didnt anything, "Why do you torment me Dio?"

"Why? WHY DO YOU THINK!? THE MAN YOU'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH

 h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͜͜͝͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞, h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ n̸͐̈́͟͟͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ 

AND YOU EXPECT ME ACCEPT THAT?!"

"Leave."

"Y/n-"

"I SAID LEAVE!"

[gryficowa]

God damn it, it pisses me off when the mainstream media in my country calls these people trapped on the Polish-Belarusian border, i.e. "Aggressive", as if you were fucking imprisoned at the border and the border guards were there to beat you and destroy your phones. , caused two women to have miscarriages, etc… then you wouldn't be fucking angry yourself

But no, the drama about Hollan attacking the border guards (Good joke, she showed them positively, which these bastards don't deserve…)

I had no pity for them, for those dicks who say they are defending "This country" (And yes, I used to draw like that…)

So there is some difference, I know, I haven't animated for a long time, but I just can't get around to it, and I quit some projects because I boycott artists, so you understand…

And yes, the mother and child in this animation are the same character

But seriously, it pisses me off how they dehumanize these people because they are fed up with the way they are treated and defend themselves…

So what if the government has changed if it wants to enslave these people more by strengthening the borders? (Yes, I voted for the third one, but the fuckers in my country are too gullible and change their opinions like gloves, in short, they have no moral standards)

That's why I'm so harsh with Americans when they say that "They're voting for Biden because he's the lesser evil," so what if this "lesser evil" has blood on his hands? Exactly…

Unfortunately, attempts to talk about what is happening at the border in my country are often ignored in foreign countries, which is sad because these people were fleeing from the Taliban (because they are mainly Afghans) and trusted the wrong person (Lukashenko), and all the media does is their They dehumanize because they are fed up and angry…

Just because they are Muslims, they are treated inhumanely

Islamophobia kills in its pure sense, Jews were once dehumanized, today the same is done to Muslims

But the classic reaction of Poles when you talk about it is: Take them all with you

And that's their whole argument, I still remember people laughing at these people and it was disgusting

I hate the way the world has become and the way it reacts to human suffering, but you can see that if you are an "illegal immigrant" you can be beaten and dehumanized, such fucked up times we live in

Okay, I'll give you some relief, my mother asked me to write down all the companies (Okay, I couldn't write all of them, because many of them are not in Poland) that support Israel, this was more or less my mother's reaction when she saw how many there's this shit:

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 8: Money Buys Power

“Knock knock.”

The voice stirs me awake, having fallen asleep while doing embroidery before bedtime. In the blurry light I see Thomas standing in the doorway. Is it a trick of the light, or is…?

My eyes widen. “Oh my God! Tommy, your face- you’re covered in blood!” I bolt upright and rush over to get a better look. Strangely the gangster does not seem disturbed.

“It’s not mine,” he replies as he takes my hands to calm me down.

“Dear Lord… Danny?”

He nods.

My head starts spinning. “Oh God… Will he have a funeral?”

Thomas squints. “Not exactly. But I’m not worried about that now. What matters now is the supply of guns. Actually, I’m- What is it you call it? A ‘bit of a pickle’ myself. You know those guns I told you about?”

“Yes.”

He gets a sly grin. “They’re not mine. They were sent by mistake on account of a few drunk idiots. Now the Crown’s looking for ‘em, which poses a threat to us. But I won’t give them back without something in it for the Peaky Blinders.”

That’s it. That’s why everyone’s been so on edge! Thomas, Campbell… It’s all a power scheme. A challenge for one to outwit the other.

“Oh, I get it. The whole ‘I’ll never reach Heaven, why not raise a little Hell’ bit?”

Thomas rubs some caked blood off his coat. “Something like that.”

“Here. Allow me.” I take out my handkerchief and start to dab the red smears off his face. “I thought you were supposed to dispose of the guns?”

“I changed my mind.”

By God I want to slap him. “Are you crazy? You must be crazy, ‘cause that’s one-a the craziest things I’ve ever heard in my life!”

Thomas laughs and pats my shoulder. “I love it when you get animated. Your accent gets thicker.”

I gawk at his laid-back mannerism. “Since when does my accent have anything to do with the fact that you’re stubborn enough to keep stolen artillery?!” I hiss.

“If they want it they’ll have to pay," Thomas replies coolly.

I was wrong. It’s not just about power. Money buys power. Money. It's a crime. Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie. Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today. (Pink Floyd)

I lightly smack Thomas with the handkerchief and put my hands on my hips. “Money? This whole plot is about money? When will enough be enough for you Shelbys?” I point a warning finger. “You’re stubborn. And your arrogance is going to bring you, your family, and everything you care about crashing down on your head.”

“Are Americans always this cocky with their employers?” Thomas asks in a mysterious tone. “It’s a rich man’s world, love. You can’t help it as much as I can.”

There’s no use trying to change his mind. So instead I finish cleaning up what blood I can and pivot to walk back to bed.

“If you woke me up only to scare me with blood and murder then please leave.”

“Well, there’s some good news. Monaghan Boy won.”

The new subject of the gorgeous horse lifts my spirits. “He did? Congratulations!”

Thomas scoffs. “Arthur didn’t seem too happy. Just had to shoot my dear friend and he comes up raging about a bloody horse.”

Something’s up. Thomas speaks of killing a friend but he doesn’t look sad in the slightest. Instead he’s looking around the room at my few belongings; probably trying to determine my social status in America.

“Then why do you look happy instead of someone who’s supposed to be grieving?”

Thomas turns around wearing a devilish smirk. This intrigues me. It’s as if he expects me to decipher a clue-

“You didn’t kill him, did you?” He shakes his head. “Why? How?”

Thomas points to his head. “Sheep brains, darling. Made it look real convincing. Another magic trick, if you will.”

Even under that cold shell there is a sliver of compassion in Thomas Shelby. 

A smile finds its way to my face and I walk over to pat his shoulder in respect. “I knew there’s still good in you, Thomas. Someday you will too.”

For some reason Thomas is confused by this but doesn’t question further. Instead he gets a certain look in his eye that tells me he’s thinking up a new idea. A few seconds of silence go by but I don’t mind. A quiet conversation of eye contact tells me twice as much as a whole hour of useless dialogue. I must say that I’ve started growing a tolerance to his icy gaze.

“If you’re up for it, we’re going out for a drive to the country tomorrow,” Thomas finally speaks.

“Is this for Peaky Blinders only? Why ask me?” 

The gangster simply shrugs. “I thought you could do with some time away from this dusty place. Just a suggestion, so if you don’t wanna-”

“Are you bonkers?” I grin. “That sounds perfect. When do we leave?”

Thomas is intrigued by my interest. “7 am, bright and early. So it’s best to get some shut eye.” He wants to say more but stops. I shouldn’t push it, especially if he’s starting to warm up to me. Thomas may be a kind person when he wants to be but he’s still my boss. And now-

Now he takes my hand and presses a quick kiss to my wrist before tipping his hat in parting.

“Good evening, Ms. Steenstra,” Thomas mutters as he exits the room.

“Sleep well, Mr. Shelby,” I reply as I shut the door.

That man is a complicated puzzle if I ever saw one. One minute he speaks of murder and money, the next he’s discussing a drive in the country. And to say that I wasn’t touched by his goodnight kiss would be a serious understatement. It’s not every day that a fella takes the effort to pull off a charm like that, especially for a background nobody like me. Granted, father’s tried to set me up for courting with a few associates of the family but I never wanted to settle down. I still don’t. Do I? I- No. No I do not. I’m here to teach Finn, and that’s what I am going to do. 

Before my mind can spin anymore outlandish ideas I climb under the covers.

“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep; If I should die before I wake. I pray the Lord, my soul to take.”

If only Thomas could see there’s more to life than a mad scramble for power.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Everything Has Its Price

It comes to Steve for the first time when all the religious bullshit consumes his town. Eddie is dead, Max is in a coma and the entirety of Hawkins is fucked, no way around it. The ground is split, many dead or injured, fires everywhere and now Upside Down starts creeping into their world. Just peachy.

He listens to Max's song on repeat and thinks how fitting it is. Deal with God, exactly what they need, except the oh so benevolent God his parents pretend to care about couldn't give a flying fuck about them. As far as Steve is concerned, if He existed, he wouldn't just let them go through all of this. The children wouldn't have lost their innocence so soon. Eddie wouldn't be dead. And when he sees all the crap that Jason Carver spouted written on walls as if it was the holy scripture, all the talk about evil and devil and his minions, he thinks - why not. Why the fuck not.

Steve doesn't know if it will work, but he's willing to try. He excuses himself from the volunteer center and breaks into the half-collapsed library, finds some leftover books on paganism, Satanism, whatever he can find. And then he just proceeds to lock himself in the quiet Harrington household, pulls out a knife that should fulfill all the requirements and gets to work.

The first twelve entities he calls on don't answer. Ironically, it's the thirteenth that does. Steve doesn't even know its name and honestly, he doesn't care. He squeezes his bleeding palm more over the poorly drawn chalk symbol and he straightens himself, facing the blurry shape.

"You are an interesting one," it says, its voice deep and hollow. "What do you want of me?"

Steve clenches his hands, ignoring the sting. "I want to fix things," he says simply. "I don't care what it costs, take my soul, body, whatever you want, but all this shit has to go."

There is a booming sound, perhaps a chuckle. "Be more specific. What do you want to fix?"

"Max and Eddie. I want to bring them back. I want to...I want to make sure they live to see today. Not the end of the world today, I want them to live the lives they want. The lives they deserve." His voice is firm and resolute and the entity seems pleased.

"I don't care for your soul," it says with disdain, but Steve can feel it shifting closer, observing him. "End of the world, you say? That sounds promising. I feed on suffering, boy, your pain is what keeps me sustained. What do I have to gain from assisting you?"

Steve frowns and brushes back his hair, dying the front strand in blood. "As if this was a good thing for you," he spits out. "Sure, you'll have a feast now, but what do you think will happen when all humans die out? I've seen the world that's coming our way and let me tell you, it won't be a rich menu when it's all over."

"You make a good point," the entity admits and circles Steve now, interested. "Very well. Let me propose a trade then. I will give you a chance to...as you said, fix things. I will give you an extra day, for as long as you need. You will wake up the day when your world ended and will have as many chances to save your friends as you need."

Steve nods and watches the black mass without flinching. "Deal."

The entity chuckles again and warps, spreading across the once pristine living room. "Why agree when you don't know the price?"

"I don't care about the price. You can do anything you want with me, if it only affects me, it's worth it. It will always be worth it."

The darkness is touching is chest now, threatening to enter him, swallow him whole. "What a sight you are," it whispers. "This is what I want from you. You will be the only one to remember, the only one to know the stakes. You will try and fail, hurt and bleed, and I will be there to consume it all. When you eventually succeed, if it can be done, you will be let go. That is my offer. Feed me, child, and I will grant you as many chances as you need."

Steve musters a small smile, pained and tired, but a smile nevertheless. "Works for me. I accept."

Weeks, maybe months later, Steve upholds his end of the deal. He saves Eddie and Max, falls in love with the metalhead in the process and saves Hawkins. He is the only one to remember all the pain and tears and he's glad he is, no one should go through this because it was his choice, only his.

The night after they defeat Vecna, the whole group celebrates. Steve excuses himself, sneaks outside and draws a familiar symbol on the ground, cuts his barely healed palm again. "Are you satisfied?" he asks the black cloud that forms around him. "Is it over?"

The darkness shifts closer and strokes Steve's cheek, a teasing gesture from far beyond. "You kept your word and I will keep mine. Live your life, you earned it. As for me...this was the most exquisite meal I've had in ages. Thank you, boy. Your pain was delicious." And with that, the sign crumbles and disappears, blown away by the March wind.

Steve comes back inside and decides to grab a glass of water, his throat is suddenly dry and burning. He meets Eddie in the kitchen and they just relax against the counter, Eddie sipping beer and Steve his water, sharing comfortable silence.

"I still don't get how we survived that," Eddie whispers. They still have a long way to go, they need to clear Eddie's name, but they take it one step at a time. "So many things went just right, even thought it was a proper suicide mission. It must have been a bloody miracle."

Steve smirks into his glass and gulps down the rest of it. "Who knows?" he grins at Eddie, his heart light for the first time in weeks. "Maybe someone took Kate Bush's advice and made a deal with God."

[bluejaysandblackbats]

into the silent land

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Willis Todd is arrested before he can cheat Two-Face and be murdered in this AU. He regains custody of his twelve-year-old son, Jason, and they rebuild their relationship. Can Willis make up for his mistakes, or is he doomed to repeat history?

(The title comes from a line in the poem, Remember, by Christina Rossetti).

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Willis Todd, Original Character(s), Faye “Ma” Gunn

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Good Parent Willis Todd, Willis Todd Redemption, Mentioned Sheila Haywood

Chapter Eight: In Life

Melissa parked in front of the office an hour before school let out with bag lunches. “Have you eaten today, Billy?” Melissa asked. 

“Jason wouldn’t let me get away with skipping breakfast today,” Willis answered. Melissa opened his bag and peeled an orange for him. Willis looked out the window at the campus. 

“Do you want to talk about it now?” Melissa questioned. 

His lip quivered. “I feel so guilty, Lissy. I’m not—.”

“You were a scared kid. What Mark did—... It wasn’t for you. It wasn’t because of you. Mark did that because he’s an evil human being. You didn’t have a choice—.” 

“I got on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floor… And Ma—. She—. She kicked me. She told me to clean up my mess. I’ve never seen that much blood before in my life. All I could think was, ‘I can’t think over all that crying,’ and it was me. I was crying,” Willis sharply inhaled, “I know I was young and stupid, but I would’ve—. God, Melissa.” Willis pressed his palms against his eyelids.

She took his hand and gave him the orange she peeled. “Billy—.” 

“I almost blocked it out, but Sheila—. Jason’s mother. Sheila killed that girl… Botched an operation, and I—. I think I scared her away. I made her think she had to leave, but I couldn’t look at her anymore. Then, I remarried and—. The damage was done. I was relieved when Sheila said she couldn’t fight me for custody, and I—. Catherine was great with Jason, but I started drinking and—.” 

“You were reeling… Did you tell your therapist about—?”

Willis shook his head. “No one knows, but you, me, Ma, and Mark. I can’t believe I told you. I shouldn’t have roped you into my shit, Lissy,” Willis answered.

Melissa nudged him. “Eat your orange, Billy,” Melissa whispered, “I’m glad you talked to me. You were scared, and you trusted me. That’s what family does. And you did a lot for me, too. I mean, I could’ve done without you singing Nightshift by The Commodores while I was in labor—.” Willis laughed as he ate his orange. 

“You thought it was hilarious,” Willis replied. Melissa always knew how to distract him from the worst of his memories. Melissa chuckled, shaking her head as she peeled her own orange. 

“Danny set money aside for you after he died… Why didn’t you ever—?”

“I didn’t think I deserved it. Danny was good people. I couldn’t take money from your husband. It’d be weird,” Willis replied. Melissa tutted. 

“Take a little of it and buy a TV and maybe a computer and printer, so Jason can do his homework at home,” Melissa replied, “It’s not much, but it’s enough for you to have something for a rainy day.” 

“I don’t wanna—.” 

“It’s yours. No one’s gonna use it if you don’t,” Melissa replied, “Danny adored you. He loved you like you were his brother.” 

Willis smiled. “Hey, Lissy… Before I forget to ask… Can Jason sleep at your place for a few days? He’s got all this school stuff, and I can’t keep scaring him awake like this. Just until Thursday. I need some time to get my head right,” Willis replied. 

“Okay… But—. Willis, why won’t you come inside?” Melissa asked. 

Willis looked out the window while he sipped his juice box. “I can’t—. I can’t do that. It brings back too many memories,” Willis replied. 

“Are you scared?” Melissa asked. “Maybe you should talk to your PO. You were fifteen. You didn’t—.”

“Melissa, if I say anything Ma will kill Jason. You don’t think I tried to talk to the police before? I tried once when Jason was six months old… I wanted to say something, but I—. Jason was in a daycare, and his—. I went to pick him up, and he wasn’t there. I lost my mind trying to find him, and she—. She came out of my apartment holding my son—. She’ll kill him. She’ll kill Jason,” Willis whispered. 

Melissa nodded, turning to rub his back. “That’s a lot for one person to carry, though,” Melissa whispered. “You don’t feel like—.” 

“No. I’m trying to stay off the bottle… Jason needs to know I’m serious about taking care of him. He comes first. I just—. I made another appointment with my therapist… I um—. I told my therapist that I wanted to work through some stuff with Jason. I was rough on him when he was—. I was abusive… And Jason forgave me for it all, but it’s left a mark on how—. I want to fix it. I want to—.” 

“Have you talked to him about it?” Melissa asked.

“I told him it’d be a good idea for him to give therapy a chance. I’m gonna talk to him again. I hope I can convince him,” Willis whispered. Melissa nodded. “Lissy? Do you have pictures of the other kids?”

“Gabriel, Gavin, Olivia, and Sarah when they were little,” Melissa whispered as she showed Willis a picture of the four kids in the pool. “Gavin is the one with his chin in his hands, Gabriel is the one making claws at the camera. Olivia is the one with the snorkel on, and Sarah is the one with the sunglasses on. Oh, and here’s one of Gav last year with Daddy—.” Her phone rang. “Sorry, Billy… This is Gabe… Hi, honey!” She put the phone on speaker.

“Mom, before I ask you a question… Am I on speaker? And is Dilly in the car?” Gabriel questioned. 

“You are on speaker, and your uncle Billy is here,” Melissa replied. 

“Hi,” Willis added. 

“Oh, Mom was serious… Well, I guess we might as well say it. We’re all family here. I think I’m constipated. So, what’s the name of that laxative you used to give us?” Gabriel asked. Melissa shut her eyes, desperately trying to stave off a laugh. 

“You’re the one in culinary, right?” Willis asked. Gabriel made an affirmative noise. “Cut up an aloe plant and some kiwi, and blend it up in some water. I used to do it for my kid when he was little. If that doesn’t work, get those chocolate laxatives at the corner store.” 

“Okay, I’m at the store right now, so I’ll get the aloe and stuff across the street,” Gabriel replied, “Thanks, Uncle Billy.” 

“No problem,” Willis smiled. 

“Gabe, what’s Gav doing today?” Melissa asked. 

“Gav’s doing some super secret photoshoot. He won’t tell me what it’s for. So, I’m assuming it’s a big deal. He’s been gone all day… Oh, and I read Amber’s thing the other day. I called her yesterday, but she hasn’t gotten back to me—. Sorry, it’s Sarah. I’ll call you later, Mom. Nice to meet you, Uncle Billy. Love you both,” Gabriel replied. 

“Bye, honey. Talk to you later. Love you,” Melissa smiled.

“Love you, Gabriel,” Willis returned the gesture. 

Melissa hung up and looked at Willis. “Did you know Daddy named you after me? Melissa and Willis. Lissy and Willis. He knew we’d be close. I love you so much, and I just want everything to be okay. You deserve happiness. You deserve your beautiful little boy and everything wonderful that comes your way. I say that as your sister and your friend,” Melissa replied. 

Willis stared at the gate, his mind a million miles away from their current conversation. “We were going to have a girl… We decided on Veronica. Veronica Louise Todd. We called her Baby Very… She’d be a little older than Amber,” Willis mumbled. 

“Billy… You didn’t tell me that,” Melissa whispered. 

“I couldn’t remember… I was so messed up with guilt and grief—. I didn’t think of it until now. Jason would’ve—. Would I have had Jason?” Willis asked. 

“Don’t think about that. Those sorts of what-ifs are dangerous. You have Jason because you’re meant to have him. If Danny hadn’t passed, I never would’ve had my other five children. If Amber never transitioned I wouldn’t know what it was like to love someone who defied every expectation I had for them. If I never answered the door for you, I wouldn’t have ever—. I wouldn’t have made it through postpartum depression,” Melissa replied, “What-ifs are no good. In life, there’s always loss.”

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

3rd August >> Mass Readings (USA)

Saturday, Seventeenth Week in Ordinary Time 

or

Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary. 

Saturday, Seventeenth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading Jeremiah 26:11-16, 24 For in truth it was the Lord who sent me to you, to speak all these things for you to hear.

The priests and prophets said to the princes and to all the people, “This man deserves death; he has prophesied against this city, as you have heard with your own ears.” Jeremiah gave this answer to the princes and all the people: “It was the LORD who sent me to prophesy against this house and city all that you have heard. Now, therefore, reform your ways and your deeds; listen to the voice of the LORD your God, so that the LORD will repent of the evil with which he threatens you. As for me, I am in your hands; do with me what you think good and right. But mark well: if you put me to death, it is innocent blood you bring on yourselves, on this city and its citizens. For in truth it was the LORD who sent me to you, to speak all these things for you to hear.” Thereupon the princes and all the people said to the priests and the prophets, “This man does not deserve death; it is in the name of the LORD, our God, that he speaks to us.” So Ahikam, son of Shaphan, protected Jeremiah, so that he was not handed over to the people to be put to death.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 69:15-16, 30-31, 33-34

R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.

Rescue me out of the mire; may I not sink! may I be rescued from my foes, and from the watery depths. Let not the flood-waters overwhelm me, nor the abyss swallow me up, nor the pit close its mouth over me.

R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.

But I am afflicted and in pain; let your saving help, O God, protect me. I will praise the name of God in song, and I will glorify him with thanksgiving.

R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.

“See, you lowly ones, and be glad; you who seek God, may your hearts revive! For the LORD hears the poor, and his own who are in bonds he spurns not.”

R/ Lord, in your great love, answer me.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:10

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 14:1-12 Herod had John beheaded; John’s disciples came and told Jesus.

Herod the tetrarch heard of the reputation of Jesus and said to his servants, “This man is John the Baptist. He has been raised from the dead; that is why mighty powers are at work in him.” Now Herod had arrested John, bound him, and put him in prison on account of Herodias, the wife of his brother Philip, for John had said to him, “It is not lawful for you to have her.” Although he wanted to kill him, he feared the people, for they regarded him as a prophet. But at a birthday celebration for Herod, the daughter of Herodias performed a dance before the guests and delighted Herod so much that he swore to give her whatever she might ask for. Prompted by her mother, she said, “Give me here on a platter the head of John the Baptist.” The king was distressed, but because of his oaths and the guests who were present, he ordered that it be given, and he had John beheaded in the prison. His head was brought in on a platter and given to the girl, who took it to her mother. His disciples came and took away the corpse and buried him; and they went and told Jesus.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saturday memorial of the Blessed Virgin Mary 

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading Genesis 3:9-15, 20 I will put enmity between your offspring and the offspring of the woman.

After the man, Adam, had eaten of the tree, the LORD God called to the man and asked him, “Where are you?” He answered, “I heard you in the garden; but I was afraid, because I was naked, so I hid myself.” Then he asked, “Who told you that you were naked? You have eaten, then, from the tree of which I had forbidden you to eat!” The man replied, “The woman whom you put here with me– she gave me fruit from the tree, and so I ate it.” The LORD God then asked the woman, “Why did you do such a thing?” The woman answered, “The serpent tricked me into it, so I ate it.” Then the LORD God said to the serpent:

“Because you have done this, you shall be banned from all the animals and from all the wild creatures; On your belly shall you crawl, and dirt shall you eat all the days of your life. I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; He will strike at your head, while you strike at his heel.”

The man called his wife Eve, because she became the mother of all the living.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

OR: --------

First reading Genesis 12:1-7 The Lord spoke to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants for ever (Luke 1:55).

The LORD said to Abram: “Go forth from the land of your kinsfolk and from your father’s house to a land that I will show you.

”I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you and curse those who curse you. All the communities of the earth shall find blessing in you.”

Abram went as the LORD directed him, and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he left Haran. Abram took his wife Sarai, his brother’s son Lot, all the possessions that they had accumulated, and the persons they had acquired in Haran, and they set out for the land of Canaan. When they came to the land of Canaan, Abram passed through the land as far as the sacred place at Shechem, by the terebinth of Moreh. (The Canaanites were then in the land.) The LORD appeared to Abram and said, “To your descendants I will give this land.” So Abram built an altar there to the LORD who had appeared to him.

OR: --------

First reading 2 Samuel 7:1-5, 8b-11, 16 The Lord God will give him the throne of David his father (Luke 1:32).

When King David was settled in his palace, and the LORD had given him rest from his enemies on every side, he said to Nathan the prophet, “Here I am living in a house of cedar, while the ark of God dwells in a tent!” Nathan answered the king, “Go, do whatever you have in mind, for the LORD is with you.” But that night the LORD spoke to Nathan and said: “Go tell my servant David, ‘Thus says the LORD: Should you build me a house to dwell in?’ “‘It was I who took you from the pasture and from the care of the flock to be commander of my people Israel. I have been with you wherever you went, and I have destroyed all your enemies before you. And I will make you famous like the great ones of the earth. I will fix a place for my people Israel; I will plant them so that they may dwell in their place without further disturbance. Neither shall the wicked continue to afflict them as they did of old, since the time I first appointed judges over my people Israel. I will give you rest from all your enemies. The LORD also reveals to you that he will establish a house for you. Your house and your kingdom shall endure forever before me; your throne shall stand firm forever.’”

OR: --------

First reading 1 Chronicles 15:3-4, 15-16; 16:1-2 They brought in the ark of God and set it within the tent which David had pitched for it.

David assembled all Israel in Jerusalem to bring the ark of the LORD to the place which he had prepared for it. David also called together the sons of Aaron and the Levites. The Levites bore the ark of God on their shoulders with poles, as Moses had ordained according to the word of the LORD. David commanded the chiefs of the Levites to appoint their brethren as chanters, to play on musical instruments, harps, lyres, and cymbals to make a loud sound of rejoicing. They brought in the ark of God and set it within the tent which David had pitched for it. Then they offered up burnt offerings and peace offerings to God. When David had finished offering up the burnt offerings and peace offerings, he blessed the people in the name of the LORD.

OR: --------

First reading Proverbs 8:22-31 Mary, seat of Wisdom.

The Wisdom of God says:

“The LORD begot me, the first-born of his ways, the forerunner of his prodigies of long ago; From of old I was poured forth, at the first, before the earth. When there were no depths I was brought forth, when there were no fountains or springs of water; Before the mountains were settled into place, before the hills, I was brought forth; While as yet the earth and fields were not made, nor the first clods of the world.

“When he established the heavens I was there, when he marked out the vault over the face of the deep; When he made firm the skies above, when he fixed fast the foundations of the earth; When he set for the sea its limit, so that the waters should not transgress his command; Then was I beside him as his craftsman, and I was his delight day by day, Playing before him all the while, playing on the surface of his earth; and I found delight in the sons of men.”

OR: --------

First reading Sirach 24:1-2, 3-4, 8-12, 18-21 Mary, seat of Wisdom.

Wisdom sings her own praises and is honored in God, before her own people she proclaims her glory; In the assembly of the Most High she opens her mouth, in the presence of his power she declares her worth.

“From the mouth of the Most High I came forth the first-born before all creatures. I made that in the heavens there should arise light that never fades and mistlike covered the earth. In the highest heavens did I dwell, my throne on a pillar of cloud.

“Then the Creator of all gave me his command, and he who formed me chose the spot for my tent, Saying, ‘In Jacob make your dwelling, in Israel your inheritance and among my chosen put down your roots.’ Before all ages, in the beginning, he created me, and through all ages I shall not cease to be. In the holy tent I ministered before him, and in Zion I fixed my abode. Thus in the chosen city he has given me rest, in Jerusalem is my domain. I have struck root among the glorious people, in the portion of the LORD, his heritage and in the company of the holy ones do I linger.

“Come to me, all you that yearn for me, and be filled with my fruits; You will remember me as sweeter than honey, better to have than the honeycomb my memory is unto everlasting generations. Whoever eats of me will hunger still, whoever drinks of me will thirst for more; Whoever obeys me will not be put to shame, whoever serves me will never fail.”

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 7:10-14; 8:10 The virgin shall conceive and bear a son.

The LORD spoke to Ahaz: Ask for a sign from the LORD, your God; let it be deep as the nether world, or high as the sky! But Ahaz answered, “I will not ask! I will not tempt the LORD!” Then Isaiah said: Listen, O house of David! Is it not enough for you to weary people, must you also weary my God? Therefore the Lord himself will give you this sign: the virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall name him Emmanuel which means “God is with us.”

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 9:1-6 A son is given us.

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; Upon those who dwelt in the land of gloom a light has shone. You have brought them abundant joy and great rejoicing, As they rejoice before you as at the harvest, as people make merry when dividing spoils. For the yoke that burdened them, the pole on their shoulder, And the rod of their taskmaster you have smashed, as on the day of Midian. For every boot that tramped in battle, every cloak rolled in blood, will be burned as fuel for flames.

For a child is born to us, a son is given us; upon his shoulder dominion rests. They name him Wonder-Counselor, God-Hero, Father-Forever, Prince of Peace. His dominion is vast and forever peaceful, From David’s throne, and over his kingdom, which he confirms and sustains By judgment and justice, both now and forever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this!

OR: --------

First reading Isaiah 61:9-11 I rejoice heartily in the Lord.

Thus says the LORD:

Their descendants shall be renowned among the nations, and their offspring among the peoples; All who see them shall acknowledge them as a race the LORD has blessed.

I rejoice heartily in the LORD, in my God is the joy of my soul; For he has clothed me with a robe of salvation, and wrapped me in a mantle of justice, Like a bridegroom adorned with a diadem, like a bride bedecked with her jewels. As the earth brings forth its plants, and a garden makes its growth spring up, So will the Lord GOD make justice and praise spring up before all the nations.

OR: --------

First reading Micah 5:1-4a Until the time when she who is to give birth has borne.

The LORD says:

You, Bethlehem-Ephrathah, too small to be among the clans of Judah, From you shall come forth for me one who is to be ruler in Israel; Whose origin is from of old, from ancient times. (Therefore the Lord will give them up, until the time when she who is to give birth has borne, And the rest of his brethren shall return to the children of Israel.) He shall stand firm and shepherd his flock by the strength of the LORD, in the majestic name of the LORD, his God; And they shall remain, for now his greatness shall reach to the ends of the earth; he shall be peace.

OR: --------

First reading Zechariah 2:14-17 Rejoice, O daughter Zion! See, I am coming.

Sing and rejoice, O daughter Zion! See, I am coming to dwell among you, says the LORD. Many nations shall join themselves to the LORD on that day, and they shall be his people, and he will dwell among you, and you shall know that the LORD of hosts has sent me to you. The LORD will possess Judah as his portion in the holy land, and he will again choose Jerusalem. Silence, all mankind, in the presence of the LORD! for he stirs forth from his holy dwelling.

Responsorial Psalm 1 Samuel 2:1, 4-5, 6-7, 8abcd

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“My heart exults in the LORD, my horn is exalted in my God. I have swallowed up my enemies; I rejoice in my victory.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“The bows of the mighty are broken, while the tottering gird on strength. The well-fed hire themselves out for bread, while the hungry batten on spoil. The barren wife bears seven sons, while the mother of many languishes.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“The LORD puts to death and gives life; he casts down to the nether world; he raises up again. The LORD makes poor and makes rich, he humbles, he also exalts.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

“He raises the needy from the dust; from the dung heap he lifts up the poor, To seat them with nobles and make a glorious throne their heritage.”

My heart exults in the Lord, my Savior.

Gospel Acclamation see Luke 1:28

Alleluia, alleluia. Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: see Luke 1:45

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are you, O Virgin Mary, who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: see Luke 2:19

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed is the Virgin Mary who kept the word of God and pondered it in her heart. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or: Luke 11:28

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are those who hear the word of God and observe it. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are you, holy Virgin Mary, deserving of all praise; from you rose the sun of justice, Christ our God. Alleluia, alleluia.

Or:

Alleluia, alleluia. Blessed are you, O Virgin Mary; without dying you won the martyr’s crown beneath the Cross of the Lord. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 1:1-16, 18-23 For it is through the Holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her.

The book of the genealogy of Jesus Christ, the son of David, the son of Abraham. Abraham became the father of Isaac, Isaac the father of Jacob, Jacob the father of Judah and his brothers. Judah became the father of Perez and Zerah, whose mother was Tamar. Perez became the father of Hezron, Hezron the father of Ram, Ram the father of Amminadab. Amminadab became the father of Nahshon, Nahshon the father of Salmon, Salmon the father of Boaz, whose mother was Rahab. Boaz became the father of Obed, whose mother was Ruth. Obed became the father of Jesse, Jesse the father of David the king. David became the father of Solomon, whose mother had been the wife of Uriah. Solomon became the father of Rehoboam, Rehoboam the father of Abijah, Abijah the father of Asaph. Asaph became the father of Jehoshaphat, Jehoshaphat the father of Joram, Joram the father of Uzziah. Uzziah became the father of Jotham, Jotham the father of Ahaz, Ahaz the father of Hezekiah. Hezekiah became the father of Manasseh, Manasseh the father of Amos, Amos the father of Josiah. Josiah became the father of Jechoniah and his brothers at the time of the Babylonian exile. After the Babylonian exile, Jechoniah became the father of Shealtiel, Shealtiel the father of Zerubbabel, Zerubbabel the father of Abiud. Abiud became the father of Eliakim, Eliakim the father of Azor, Azor the father of Zadok. Zadok became the father of Achim, Achim the father of Eliud, Eliud the father of Eleazar. Eleazar became the father of Matthan, Matthan the father of Jacob, Jacob the father of Joseph, the husband of Mary. Of her was born Jesus who is called the Christ. Now this is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about. When his mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, but before they lived together, she was found with child through the Holy Spirit. Joseph her husband, since he was a righteous man, yet unwilling to expose her to shame, decided to divorce her quietly. Such was his intention when, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home. For it is through the Holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her. She will bear a son and you are to name him Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.” All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet:

Behold, the virgin shall be with child and bear a son, and they shall name him Emmanuel,

which means “God is with us.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Overcoming Pride

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Isaiah 43:11 I, even I, am the Lord; and beside me there is no savior.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Proverbs 8:13 The fear of the Lord is hatred of evil. Pride and arrogance and the way of evil and perverted speech I hate.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM BRAVE

I AM GRATEFUL

I AM KIND

I AM PATIENT

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THOUGHTS:

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   This week, we studied about pride, and  a lot of times, we can have pride and not even realize its something we deal with, but we must learn to GO TO GOD EVERY day and ask him to reveal to us what is in our heart, when we do this it's being submissive and it's humbling and if we can't go to God  then we are suffering from this and the bible verse is telling us that God hates that, he hates pride a lot of people like to speak out of context and not speak from the Bible and say God hates this or that but these verse tells us this is a few things he hates and just to list a few.

Proverbs 6:17 haughty eyes,   a lying tongue,  hands that shed innocent blood,

Proverbs 6:18: a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil,

Proverbs 6:19 a false witness who pours out lie  and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.

  We have to stop saying what we think he hates when it is listed in the bible the things he hates. We might hate something someone does, but it doesn't mean God does. But pride is something we are talking about today; if you are filled with pride, you must work on letting it go; what we must understand is that pride has attached spirits to it, anger, lying, stubbornness, rebellion, and cursing. The list goes on and on, but we must remember that whatever spirit we are dealing with, we can't do it with carnal powers. We must do it through the strength of God, and this is one of those spirits that can only be dealt with fasting and prayer, "

Mark 9:29 He replied, “This kind can come out only by prayer

  The spirit of pride stems from the Leviathan spirit ; this name was mentioned five times in the bible and only in the Old Testament . It is important to note that the book of Job chapter 41 has very lengthy, extensive wording about this, but how do we overcome it? What must we do? Yes, we mentioned fasting and praying, but what else should we do, and what causes this spirit to come upon us? James 3:5-6 mentions how it starts, and it starts with our mouth.

  James 3:5-6   Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.

  It starts with boosting, which is a form of pride. We can simply have a simple conversation, but we must be careful how we speak because James tells us it starts with just a spark and can turn into a forest fire; the tongue it can corrupt the whole body and change the course of our life with just words, boasting can cause many problems in our life but we can overcome this with submission.

 **1 KEY IS SUBMIT

 We must submit to God often times, we give a spirit access to us because we invite them in with what we do and say; that's why we must be careful; people can think whatever they want of you, but be careful with what you say and how you act it is very important because we are inviting different spirits in permitting them to have access to us when we say different things so every day when we pray we must say father I submit to you my mind , body and spirit if I am being stubborn, please help me not to be. 

1 Peter 5:6 Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time

** 2 KEY IS RESIST 

We must resist the devil, resist the urge to be prideful, resist the urge to cuss and to go back and forth because, believe it or not, arguing and anger are also associated with pride because when we are angry and when we are arguing we aren't trying to find peace we are saying I am right. They are wrong, and it causes us to be in a prideful state; yes, this is hard to see or understand, but when you look at the spirits that are attached to pride, you will see anger and arguing are there with it.

James 4:7  Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

 **3 KEY IS BEING HUMBLE 

  Now, these keys aren't listed in any particular order, so I do not think one key is better than the next ,that is not true; all of them are important in getting free from pride; it is other KEYS we can do to weaken this spirit but I didn’t have room to list here. We must humble ourselves, and sometimes, when we are dealing with this spirit, being humble is the hardest thing: saying I'm sorry, admitting when we are wrong, going before God asking him to change us ,praying to him .

These things are things we will have trouble doing if we are dealing with pride and let's take it a step further even doing the actions after saying it being fully opened hearted and saying ,I cant do theses actions without feeling defeated because a lot of times when someone is dealing with this spirit, they  feel a sense of defeat having to surrender to anyone even GOD,

  ***Today , take these steps use them we shouldn't take them lightly, and manifestation is a real thing, and what we speak causes us to either be defeat or receive victory; we have to be children of God who recognize when we have a problem and be strong enough to say, I can't do this without him, and he will help us as long as we arent stubborn and stiff neck we will always have a hardened heart to the spirit of pride and recognizing we have a problem, we must ask God to help us to be free , and fast and pray . ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father we studied about pride this week and how pride will cause us to lose commune with you , we ask you that you help us with this , help us to submit and admit we have a problem . Today we claim victory over this spirit , we claim victory over any other problems we have and we thank you for helping us through this . Lord we ask as we read this devotional help us to apply it to our lives. Lord we thank you for wisdom and knowledge to study your word . We thank you for your steadfast love , mercy and grace . Lord we ask that you help us through our day in Jesus Name amen

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+ Daniel 4:37 Now I, Nebuchadnezzar, praise and exalt and glorify the King of heaven, because everything he does is right and all his ways are just. And those who walk in pride he is able to humble.

+1 Corinthians 1:28-29 God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.

+ 1 Corinthians 10:17-18 But, “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.” For it is not the one who commends himself who is approved, but the one whom the Lord commends.

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FURTHER READINGS

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PROVERBS 27

EXODUS 20

JOHN 7

1 THESSALONIANS 4

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#DailyDevotion God Does Not Give Up On His Wicked People Without A Fight

#DailyDevotion God Does Not Give Up On His Wicked People Without A Fight Psalm 50 16But God tells the wicked: "What business is it of yours to recite My laws and talk about My covenant? 17You hate to be corrected, and toss My words behind you. 18When you see a thief, you want to be with him and share the life of adulterers. 19You let your mouth talk evil, and your tongue plans deceit. 20You sit and talk against your brother, slandering your own mother's son. Just who are these wicked people God is talking to? His own holy people. These are the people He has chosen from all the people in the world to be His own people. Yet as we see, they are not acting like God's people. Well they have a veneer of being God's people. That is why He asks them, "What business is it of yours to recite My laws and talk about My covenant?” These people have the appearance and even the sound of God's people but they do not have faith in the LORD. They do not fear, love and trust in Him. They talk all the time about God's commandments. They talk about His covenant. But when the rubber hits the road, it's like nothing they forget everything they said. The LORD charges them with seeing a thief and adulterers and then going and joining them instead of rebuking, reproving and correcting them. These are just examples. Their mouths talk evil and tongues plan deceit. They talk against their brother. Family really means nothing to them. They themselves mean everything to themselves. Do you Christian do this? Do you talk a good game around your fellow Christians but then go and join wicked doers when you see them? Do you lie, cheat and steal? Do you honor your mother and father? In what ways would the LORD be addressing you today? Think about it. Confess it. Turn back to the LORD Jesus Christ and His ways. 21You do this, and should I say nothing? You plan to destroy; should I be like you? I will correct you and lay it before your eyes. 22Consider this, you who forget God, or I'll tear you in pieces and no one will rescue you. The book of Hebrews says in chapter 10, “29How much worse a punishment do you think he will deserve who tramples on God's Son, treats as an unholy thing the blood of the testament that made him holy, and insults the Spirit of grace? 30We know Him Who said: 'I have the right to punish: I will pay back,' and again: “The Lord will judge His people.” 31It is terrifying to fall into the hands of the living God.” God does not ignore the sins of His people. He does not ignore your sins. He sees what you are doing and not confessing as sin. He sees you turning away from Him and towards worldly pleasures. Do you think He is going to let you go without a fight? God will correct you. He will discipline you so don't completely fall away. However, should you refuse His discipline and set your heart on the ways of the world destruction awaits you. 23If you bring your thanks as a sacrifice, you can honor Me. If you set your life in order, I will have you drink your fill of God's salvation.” Here our LORD Jesus Christ shows us the love and mind of God. He does not want us to perish. He does not want us to suffer for all eternity. He wants to accept you back into His life. The Father has given us Jesus as the atoning sacrifice for our sin. He is here calling us to offer thanksgiving for the repentance and salvation He offers us freely. Faith then begets right living. As we thirst for righteousness, He has us drink our fill of God's salvation. Merciful God and Father, grant us repentance of life that we may turn from the world and turn to You and Your Son Jesus Christ with repentance and faith so we may drink of Your salvation. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

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misc poetry sentence starters

❝  one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.  ❞ ❝  you remind me what love lives in this skin.  ❞ ❝  you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.  ❞ ❝  i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible.  ❞ ❝  the world was made so we can find each other in it.  ❞ ❝  the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer.  ❞ ❝  i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  ❞ ❝  is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?  ❞ ❝  against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness.  ❞ ❝  the world grows green again when you smile.  ❞ ❝  your share of pains would fill a sea.  ❞ ❝  i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people.  ❞ ❝  what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.  ❞ ❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞ ❝  the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure.  ❞ ❝  you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.  ❞ ❝  i did violence to my own heart.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.  ❞ ❝  like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages.  ❞ ❝  and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.  ❞ ❝  you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry.    only the sun has come this close, only the sun.  ❞ ❝  sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.  ❞ ❝  when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours?  ❞ ❝  i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know.  ❞ ❝  i had it all and i want it back again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.  ❞ ❝  we are two reflections that cross swords with each other.  ❞ ❝  as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off.  ❞ ❝  do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better?  ❞ ❝  my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame.  ❞ ❝  i am three oceans away from my soul.  ❞ ❝  you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me.  ❞ ❝  i went to sleep last night so i could see you.  ❞ ❝  even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods.  ❞ ❝  how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?  ❞ ❝  it does me no good to be good to me now.  ❞ ❝  i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.  ❞ ❝  i must clothe myself in other worlds.  ❞ ❝  suffering is the privilege of those who feel.  ❞ ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞ ❝  the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything.  ❞ ❝  i can be bold, because i have you with me always.  ❞ ❝  you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.  ❞ ❝  not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree,  grow for ages, not hurt anyone.  ❞ ❝  i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted.  ❞ ❝  you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.  ❞ ❝  there’s something electric in your blood.  ❞ ❝  you say you are broken,   but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ❞ ❝  time doesn’t obey our commands.  ❞ ❝  i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy.  ❞ ❝  to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.  ❞ ❝  i love you --- like a storm bursts overhead --- i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.  ❞ ❝  and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back.  ❞ ❝  i am less a god now that you’ve touched me.  ❞ ❝  your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart.  ❞ ❝  you said i killed you --- haunt me then.  ❞ ❝  your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like.  ❞ ❝  you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.  ❞ ❝  strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.  ❞ ❝  you will hear thunder and remember me.  ❞ ❝  ever think it’s possible for us to be happy?  ❞ ❝  and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you.  ❞ ❝  since we’re bound to be something, why not together?  ❞ ❝  i am ashes were once i was fire.  ❞ ❝  this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours.  ❞ ❝  it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.  ❞ ❝  kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i have thought of you often since the darkness.  ❞ ❝  with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant.  ❞ ❝  there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash.  ❞ ❝  open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am.  ❞ ❝  what the hell is tragedy? i am.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind.  ❞ ❝  how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.  ❞ ❝  so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again.  ❞ ❝  i am myself. that is not enough.  ❞ ❝  i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness.  ❞ ❝  my power, which to me is still a curse ---  ❞ ❝  ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart.  ❞ ❝  do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light?  ❞ ❝  i like you; your eyes are full of language.  ❞ ❝  let me tell you what i do know.    i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.  ❞ ❝  you are the cause and the cure --- both.  ❞ ❝  i have kisses for the back of your neck.  ❞ ❝  your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.  ❞ ❝  we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.  ❞ ❝  suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.  ❞ ❝  lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer.  ❞ ❝  and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.  ❞ ❝  since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still.  ❞ ❝  you move like the moon.  ❞ ❝  my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.  ❞ ❝  in your eyes, the fires of twilight.  ❞ ❝  do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you.  ❞ ❝  i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood.  ❞ ❝  you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one.  ❞ ❝  you are not real. you are a dream of a dream.  ❞ ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞ ❝  i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature.  ❞ ❝  come this evening --- i am eager for stars.  ❞ ❝  i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.  ❞ ❝  i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming.  ❞ ❝  to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive.  ❞ ❝  i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised.  ❞ ❝  it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger.  ❞ ❝  i live --- but i’m mutilated.  ❞ ❝  if there is a light then i am going to swallow it.    if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.  ❞ ❝  i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other.  ❞ ❝  you will open your wounds and make them a garden.  ❞ ❝  i come home --- and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt.  ❞ ❝  i planted roses, but without you they were thorns.  ❞ ❝  everything inside me is in revolt.  ❞ ❝  how this darkness soaks me through and through.  ❞ ❝  give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me.  ❞ ❝  say something dangerous like i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?  ❞ ❝  in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love.  ❞ ❝  breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you.  ❞ ❝  my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides.  ❞ ❝  you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.  ❞ ❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞ ❝  is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ❞ ❝  there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting.  ❞ ❝  beware. beware. there is a tenderness.  ❞ ❝  half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.  ❞ ❝  i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me.  ❞ ❝  you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.  ❞ ❝  i have it in me...to scare myself with my own desert places.  ❞ ❝  my mouth still houses century-old magic.     in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god.  ❞ ❝  keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.  ❞ ❝  i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry.  ❞ ❝  this skin is sick with loneliness.  ❞ ❝  memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me.  ❞ ❝  i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.  ❞ ❝  after fury, what do you do with the remains?  ❞ ❝  come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it.  ❞ ❝  let’s admit, without apology, what we do together.  ❞ ❝  try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it.  ❞ ❝  it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.  ❞ ❝  i am too full of life to be half-loved.  ❞ ❝  today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.  ❞ ❝  there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love.  ❞ ❝  heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile.  ❞ ❝  my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell.  ❞ ❝  will you see the human in my being?  ❞ ❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ ❝  part broken part whole, you begin again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you.  ❞ ❝  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?  ❞ ❝  whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you.  ❞ ❝  i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine.  ❞ ❝  i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is.  ❞ ❝  i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i.  ❞ ❝  do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.  ❞ ❝  something of you stuck with me. a splinter.  ❞ ❝  i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will.  ❞ ❝  my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me.  ❞ ❝  i had an old wound once, but it is healing.  ❞ ❝  always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that...  ❞ ❝  when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you.  ❞ ❝  dark as it is --- you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.  ❞ ❝  am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person?  ❞ ❝  i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.  ❞ ❝  sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet.  ❞

[widow-maximov]

Drunken Truth

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, a little bit of angst.

Summary: One of the Starks parties turn into a truth or dare; Can your drunk self resist telling the truth?

Word count: 3.7k

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Parties were never your thing but alcohol definitely was, there wouldn't be a time after a rough mission that you just wanted to relax with a glass of wine in your hand but of course you couldn't since you had to be on your feet 24/7.

But today was the day that you didn't have to worry about the world for at least that short amount of time. It was a fancy party since it was very important to Tony, he needed some of those people to invest into him and keep up with all the damages we cause.

Preferably you would stay in your room binge watching some trash show and not worrying about anything that day but since Natasha along with Wanda will be there, that was your motivation to get up and dress up.

You fancied both of them but you never had the courage to confess so you decided to just keep those feelings away, this way you wouldn't ruin your friendship with both redheads.

You dressed up with this dark red dress that really complimented your figure, everyone you met has always told you that red tends to bring out the devil in you so with a smirk you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"Look at you Y/n!" Someone from behind you spoke up, you looked where they were standing with a smile as you spoke.

"Thank you, Bucky"

He nodded as he walked over to you and you faced him "Thank you for agreeing to take me to the party"

You linked your arm with his as the both of you walked to the elevator from your room "Of course, I know how you feel about parties so I don't mind being your moral support"

You squeezed his arm as you smiled "There need to be more people like you"

He chuckled "Sexy and confident? Yeah I know"

You giggled as the two of you stepped inside the elevator "Confident yes but sexy? I will argue with you on that"

He pouted which made you laugh enough to cause him to laugh with you "Not that I'm complaining but why didn't you ask Carol to walk you?"

You looked confusingly at him "Isn't she on a mission?"

He shook his head "She got back this morning"

"Why wasn't I inform!?" You asked shocked as your gaze was focused on him.

"I'm not sure, isn't she like your best friend?" He questioned you and when the door opened he pulled you along with him into the loud hallway that led to where the party was held.

The first thing the two of you noticed were the strangers all over the place, you didn't even this room existed until today, you scanned the room for the blonde that you haven't see and dragged Bucky towards her.

She didn't notice you until you practically screamed her name and jumped into her arms, Carol was your best friend and the two of you nearly did everything together but then when you met Wanda and Natasha, things changed as you started to spend your time equally between the three.

"Why didn't you tell me you was back today!" You asked when you pulled away from the hug.

She smiled at you "Because I know you would try to find a way to not come here" She eyed you and smirked "And not look this good.."

You chuckled "Thank you but have you seen yourself!"

The smirk never disappeared "Of course, I own a mirror"

You slapped her arm playfully, just as you were about to speak again, your head whipped to the person who cleared their throat "Oh my! I'm so sorry Natty!"

You walked over to her and hugged her "I didn't notice the two of you talking"

She smiled at your hug as she let her eyes close when your perfume hit her nose "It's okay Y/n/n"

You pulled away as you looked around and frowned "Where is witchy"

Natasha's eyes never left your face "I saw Vision talking to her not long ago" Carol answered as she observed Natasha and you.

Natasha not paying attention to anything else but you "You definitely look good in red"

You looked back at Natasha, she had a sly smile across her lips, you could feel yourself blush at her words and with a huge smile as you tucked your hair behind your ear "Thank you Natty"

You eyed her "That dress suits you, you should wear dresses more often"

Natasha chuckled "Right because it's easier to get out off?"

Natasha's arm was still snaked around you, from how close she was and the way the words escaped so easily without hesitation made you hot "Easy access as well"

Carol nearly choked on her drink as she raised her brows at what you said, Natasha's eyes were focused on you as a small smirk settled on her lips, you looked at Carol with a smile and gently pulled yourself away from Natasha's grip.

"I'll go find witchy before the robot gets too friendly" You looked between them and walked off with a smile.

Natasha finally looked at Carol after you were out of sight "Natty?"

Natasha shrugged "What? It sounds better when she says it"

Carol laughed and shook her head "You and Wanda are so whipped for Y/n"

She earned a eye roll from Natasha "If I didn't know any better she's whipped for you"

This sent Carol into a fit of laughter "Me?" She kept laughing, trying her best to catch a breath "Oh Natty, you are funny"

"Yeah don't call me that"

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You were able to locate Wanda, she had a smile across her face but that smile didn't meet her eyes, like it did with you around. You walked over to her and when she noticed you, the look across her face was more of 'Thank god'.

"Witchy, I need you" You spoke as she sigh with relief, you looked over at Vision who was too close for your liking.

She gripped onto your arm "Oh of course Y/n/n" She looked at Vision with an awkward smile "Sorry Vis, I have to go, catch you later"

He nodded and disappeared into a wall, you really hated when he did that "I really dislike when he does that, there is a door for a reason"

Wanda giggled at you as she unglued herself from your arm "Thank you"

You shook your head to dismiss her "You don't need to, I just wanted to get drinks, Natasha is busy with Carol and I know you would be up for some fun"

"Natasha with Carol?" She questioned as she looked in their direction.

You nodded "Yeah, they were talking and I didn't even notice Natasha at first"

The two of you made it to the bar as she leaned on it and you ordered something to drink "So, what's up with you and Carol?"

You raised your brows at her "Me and Carol? I'm not sure I'm following"

She observed you as you took a sip of your drink "Like are you guys a couple?"

Now you was the one choking on your drink as you started to laugh "Witchy, you are hilarious, she is my best friend that's all"

You looked into her eyes "Plus I already like someone"

Wanda and Natasha often spoke about you and how much they would want the three of you to be together, whenever you would spend time separately with them, they would miss your presence the second you left.

You placed your empty glass as you walked over to the dance floor and started to dance, you felt slowly getting tipsy and eventually you had gotten drunk, of course not wasted but drunk enough to say too much.

Even with dancing, you weren't sobering up and that was an issue but that wasn't your problem in that moment, what you cared about was forgetting the world around you and just having fun.

Some of the team danced along with you but gotten tired eventually, the party did die down a little so you ended up sitting on the couch, next to Bucky as the two of you laughed at some stories he told.

Natasha and Wanda stood next to each other as they both eyed you and Bucky, they were slightly jealous as they wanted to make you laugh like that.

Thor was the only talkative person at the moment so he stood in the middle "Let's play truth or dare!"

Your attention turned towards Thor and you raised your beer up "Yes!"

Everyone shrugged and joined in, Carol taking her place in your lap, people often thought the two of you dated by how Carol acted but she was actually always like this.

The two redheads sat near you but it was impossible to sit by you as everyone took their seat next to you, you pulled Carol further into you causing a yelp to came out from her mouth, this definitely didn't go unnoticed by the two redheads.

You looked at her with a what look and she spoke "You didn't warm me"

You giggled at her being childish "You was cutting my blood circulation to my legs"

She rolled her eyes as her attention turned to Thor "So who is going first"

"You since you suggested it" Tony spoke up as he sipped his drink comfortably from where he was.

Thor shrugged not really caring "Okay"

The game went on for sometime before it was your turn, Carol was holding onto you tightly, it was her turn before you so you just sat there waiting for her to pick one.

"Truth" She answered, you laughed which caused her to look down at you.

"Look at you being a pussy and picking truth"

She rolled her eyes and looked at the person who was giving her a truth "Is it true that you and Y/n are dating?"

Everyone in the room was looking from you to Carol, you shook your head "No, she wishes"

"Why do everyone think we are dating?" She asked a little annoyed at the team.

Wanda looked at Carol, she couldn't keep her mouth shut "Maybe because you are always all over her"

You looked at Wanda you could see her tense up, Natasha's reaction was shocked as well. Carol narrowed her eyes but Bucky jumped in and turned his head to you "Y/n Truth or dare?"

You sighed as you smiled at him "Dare"

"Oh look at yo-" Before she could finish, you covered her mouth with your hand which caused her to shut up.

"I dare you to give someone a hickey"

You laughed as you shook your head, you didn't feel shy at all so you blurted out "I have no idea how"

You felt yourself sober up in that moment, no one said anything, they just stared at you as if you just said you killed someone. Natasha looked at Wanda and they both had an evil smirk.

Carol had a sly smirk "I can teach you"

You chuckled but shook your head "No thanks, now move I need another drink"

She laughed, she loved annoying you and flirting with you, usually you would flirt back for jokes, and that's all it was, you was too mesmerised by the two redheads to look at anyone else.

You shoved her off and started to walk towards the bar when Thor stopped you "Y/n you can always try Asgard alcohol"

You stopped in your tracks as you walked over to him with a smirk and grabbed his drink, taking a big gulp, he tried to stop you but it was too late.

Wanda stood up as she walked over to you worried "Y/n are you okay дорогой (Darling)"

This was a lot different than what you were used to, your pupils dilated a little bit too much for someone who drinks alcohol, you looked at her as your vision doubled.

She looked at Thor as her eyes narrowed "You're really stupid sometimes, why would you give alcohol to a human, especially to someone who never tried it before"

He shrugged, being a little scared of the woman in front of him "She said she wanted to drink"

You nearly fell when you tried to walk as your legs felt numb but Wanda caught you in time, she looked back at Natasha "Could you please get her water детка (baby)"

Natasha nodded as her eyes darted to you for a split second and she walked off to the bar to get you water, you laughed as you stared at Wanda "You have pretty eyes"

You slurred your words, and then looked at Carol who was laughing "Stop laughing you...-"

You forgot your insult as you frowned in confusion, making Tony even laugh at you "Okay! That's enough for you дорогой (Darling)"

You nodded with a huge smile "Yes, let's go sleep!"

You screamed as Wanda dragged you towards Natasha who held the water in her hand "Awww lookk at you redhead, you're so cute to bring me water!"

Natasha had a small smile as she forced you to drink all of that water, you didn't protest, you were being held by both of them as they stared at you drinking water to see if you would be okay.

You gave them a thumbs up and they started to walk towards the elevator, you looked down at the floor and then looked at both of them "You know I heard redheads are really crazy"

Natasha looked at Wanda as she raised her brows at your outburst "Really? Crazy how?"

You smiled at them "Crazy in bed, but that's what I heard, yous might need to show me.."

Wanda was trying hard to keep in her laughter, you was always shy around them, never tried to step over the line with something and respected their wishes.

"Oh дорогой (darling) you are something else"

You giggled "I know especially when I have no idea how-" You hiccupped "To give hickeys"

Natasha held you strongly against her "Y/n/n let's go sleep and tomorrow we will talk about this okay?"

You nodded and slowly started to fall asleep in their arms as they walked you towards your room, Wanda used her powers to carry you which helped when you fell asleep.

They both placed you down slowly on the bed, your eyes shot open as you hit your bed and smiled at the sight of them "You two are sooo hot"

Wanda giggled at your state "Go sleep дорогой (Darling)"

You nodded "Only if you say something in Russian again"

Natasha shook her head at you and smiled "спокойной ночи, принцесса (Goodnight Princess)"

You reached for her hand and placed it on your throat "I have no idea what you said but say it again and choke me to it"

Natasha raised her eyebrows with shock at your very blunt response whilst Wanda laughing, you turned your head towards Wanda "You can give me hickeys, I wouldn't mind"

Natasha's smile never fades, as she moved her hand from your throat to your cheek "Tomorrow okay Y/n/n?"

You nodded and closed your eyes at her touch, Wanda leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead and Natasha placed one on your cheek, you was out within seconds, they both stared at you for couple minutes and then looked back at each other trying their hardest to not laugh too loud.

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Waking up in the morning was the worse, the headache that was there after was more horrible than vomiting, you wanted to sleep all day but you knew you couldn't so you had gotten up and searched your room for any painkillers which you did find.

Everything slowly started to come back to you, especially what you said to Wanda and Natasha, you cringed at yourself and mentally scold yourself for even taking Thor's suggestion.

You showered and dressed yourself in comfy clothes than the dress you slept in. Your plan was to avoid the two redheads as much as possible, even if you lived in the same place as them, you would try.

You knew their schedule so maybe it wouldn't be so hard and it did work for three days, you managed to avoid the two without any run ins.

Even Carol, you did see her from time to time but you knew she was friends with them and if you stayed too long, this would end badly with them asking questions or following you.

You were afraid of the rejection from the two women, you felt like they would never be interested in you and since you were drank, they played along with you so you wouldn't be hurt.

You spent your days with Bucky and he was very friendly with you but you knew he never was interested in you so you accepted his friendliness but the redheads weren't so much keen of this.

They knew you were avoiding them and that only made them upset, not really understanding why. Every time they would try to find you, it was as if you disappeared into thin air or they just missed you, this time they were determined to find you and confront you.

They were able to locate you with Bucky, the two of you were laughing and from time to time he would place his hand on your thigh, each time it would be higher and from what they seen you wasn't so much bothered about it.

Eventually you left him and that's when they took their chance, as you rounded the corner, Natasha pushed you against the wall and Wanda restrained you with her powers.

You looked with fear in your eyes at the sudden movement but slightly relaxed when you noticed the two redheads, but you noticed that they weren't smiling but rather angry-ish.

You chuckled slightly "Heh, Wands Nat, what you guys doing?"

Wanda was the first to speak, as Natasha analysed you "Why have you been avoiding us?"

You couldn't move at all so you just looked at both of them "I'm not avoidin-"

Natasha stepped forward "Don't lie Y/n/n"

You sighed as you looked away from them "Can you at least let me go?"

They looked at each other "It hurts" your voice was small and Wanda's expression softened as she let you go.

You were still looking away from them as you spoke "I know how this will end, the two of you will end up trying to politely reject me so I rather just avoid it and pretend"

"Why do you think we would reject you?" Wanda asked as she walked to where Natasha was.

You was avoiding to look at them but with every courage in your body, you looked from Wanda to Natasha "I assumed I never was your type.."

They both looked at each other as you looked away from them, the silence was loud enough to tell you that you was right, but Natasha took the first step towards you, as she placed her finger under your chin to make you look at her.

Wanda stood next to her as she took your hand and intertwined her fingers with yours, Natasha sighed with relief "You assumed wrong принцесса (Princess)"

Natasha's hand moved to your cheek as Wanda spoke "We thought we weren't your type"

You raised your brows "What make you think that?"

"With Carol and Bucky all over you, we thought maybe you're crushing on one of them"

You looked from Natasha to Wanda "Bucky knows that I'm into girls and Carol, I'm not sure what's up with Carol lately but I can assure that they aren't that someone I like"

"We might need different type of reassurance" Natasha pulled you into her, leaving some space for Wanda.

Wanda pressed her front against your back, trapping you between herself and Natasha, she moved her lips to your ear "Who is that someone you like дорогой (Darling)"

You opened your mouth but Wanda was quick to act, she moved your hair away from your neck and attached her lips as she gently sucked on the soft skin causing you to moan, which was muffled by Natasha's lips being pressed against yours.

Her lips moved from yours to your jaw to your neck, causing you to move your head towards Wanda as she kiss you this time, her kiss was quick but gently, leaving you wanting more.

Natasha spoke to your ear this time "Yeah принцесса (Princess) who is that someone you like"

You swallowed the moan that was creeping up, speaking this time "It's the two of you.."

Those words brought smirks across their lips, they looked at each other and back at you, you were a mess, an obvious blush across your cheeks and now red marks on your neck, they knew what they were doing to you.

"I think we should take this reassurance to your room принцесса (Princess)"

You nodded eagerly at the two women, causing them to laugh at you, you smirked as you tried to tease them "It's cute that the two of you are jealous of Carol and Bucky"

Natasha stopped laughing at your words, her famous smirk never leaving "Even if we are, at least we will be teaching you how to give a hickey"

You closed your eyes, feeling the embarrassment at your words "I'm never drinking around yous"

"I think it's cute when you want Nat to choke you and have me give you hickeys"

You slipped out from between them and walked away from them, feeling more embarrassed causing them to giggle at you, a smile never leaving your face.

You were finally happy, having to admit the feelings you were suppressing for such a long time and have them reciprocated was the best feeling. You knew you would stick with them through everything because they were your world and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Even if you had to embarrass yourself first causing it to be the best thing in your life...

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Josuke & Okuyasu - Magazine

Inspired by that one fanart I can't use because I can't find the artist.

Enjoy~

'Boys will be boys'.

We don't count the times this excuse was used to justify the hormone-driven and often stupid decisions or behaviors of male teenagers.

This applies to our two protagonists, Josuke and Okuyasu who just happened to be at that age where boys were curious about their own selves but most importantly of course, curious about the opposite sex.

They couldn't really be blamed, sexuality was a normal part of a teenager's life after all. Which may or may not imply them oogling questionable things here and there or watching specific videos, for instance.

Josuke and Okuyasu decided to feast their eyes as a part of their numerous 'bro dates' as they called them, and made it a regular thing.

Of course, they made these moments very secret. Only them could know what sinful things they were doing after school. They trusted no one else than each other and nobody should ever know about their activities.

They especially couldn't let a girl know about their shenanigans. Oh no, that would be an absolute disaster if they were to be caught red-handed by a girl from their school. They would have to carry the heavy title of 'disgusting perverts', stamped right on their foreheads for the rest of their highschool years, if not their life.

One day as they got out of school, they decided to check out the X-rated section of a local konbini, section placed strategically in the far corner of the shop, and opened some nice porn magazine for their needy eyes. As one does.

"Yoooo Josuke check this out!" Okuyasu exclaimed to his friend while pointing to one of the pages, already blushing madly and coughing up an impressed chuckle.

"Oh my god!!" Josuke whisper-yelled to his friend, trying to not catch people's attention. "That's hot! You think those boobs are real?"

They kept on drooling over pictures of sexy women in bikinis or underwear and posing suggestively for 10 more solid minutes, completely forgetting about their surroundings.

They weren't really worried about getting caught as the section they were in was pretty far away from the entrance of the store and nobody really passed by this corner of the shop anyways.

As they were in their own little fantasy world, they didn't notice a certain H/C haired female coming up behind them.

"Hey isn't that the red head girl from last time?" Josuke commented as he pointed at a certain picture.

"The one who was licking a cherry? Yeah I think so." Replied his tan best friend who started chuckling.

"Who even licks cherries like that?"

"I don't know but she can lick my cherry if you know what I'm sayin'~"

They both snorted obnoxiously and stupidly to themselves until they suddenly heard a very familiar someone right behind them.

"Hey guys! What's up!"

The boys jumped, screaming high pitched 'Eeeks' and 'Uwahs' at the sound of your sweet voice startling them into the worst heart attack they'd ever experience, threatening to cut their short lives even shorter.

Josuke nearly dropped the lewd magazine from his clammy hands and they both turned around abruptly, sweating bullets as they desperately and clumsily hid the piece of dirty evidence behind their backs.

'Oh no. God, everything but not this...' They both thought in unison, as if connected.

The last thing they could have ever expected or wanted, was seeing YOU, of all people, here out of all places and now, out of all times. They really had the worst luck. Suddenly, getting struck by thunder seemed appealing.

"O-o-oh hey Y/N-chan..." Okuyasu stuttered shakily, still sweating profusely.

"What uh... Ahem... What are you doing... here...?" Josuke continued clearing his tight throat and eyeing his best friend with rising anxiety.

The boys were silently communicating, trying to come up with anything, any excuse to either hide their shameful crime from you, or make you leave as soon as possible. They had to work their so-called 'bro-telepathy' like they never did before.

"I was passing by to get some strawberry milk, but then I recognized your hair in the distance! I'm so glad to see you!" You smiled angelically at them while showing them your little pink carton of strawberry milk like it was some prize.

You were beaming so brightly at them, they almost had to squint at your radiating light and beauty. Oh no this was bad, they were both striked by you like an arrow right through their heart.

'She.... SHE'S TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD!' They both screamed in their heads.

You, in particular, should never know about what they were doing. EVER. You were way too pure and too innocent for this. Who knows what your reaction would be if you discovered their lewd secrets? Would you judge them? Be disgusted by them? Never talk to them ever again? They couldn't possibly risk that.

Sadly, they were not as glad to see you here as you were to see them. You eventually asked them the oh-so-dreaded question that they wished you'd never ask.

"So, what were you boys doing? Reading manga?" You leaned over to the side slightly trying to see what they were hiding behind their backs and they both panicked.

Obviously you didn't notice the big 'R18' sign over all three of your heads and surely, you couldn't know what this part of the store was since you probably never checked it in your entire life.

In an amazingly coordinated moment, Josuke swiftly handed the magazine to Okuyasu while walking towards you, passing in front of the Jobro, the action completely hidden from your sight.

Josuke came in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, smiling big and trying to act as natural as he could.

"Aah um yes! Manga! Actually there's this one manga I wanted to show you, good thing you're here!" The pompadour-haired haafu was still obviously in utter panick, even if he tried his best to play it cool.

As Josuke was trying to deflect your attention from their guilty pleasure, Okuyasu took this advantage to turn around and scurriedly hide the magazine back in it's original shelf.

You were confused at their shady behavior and furrowed your eyebrows a little bit. You noticed Josuke was sweating and panting slightly, but your eyes traveled to Okuyasu fumbling with the magazines behind and you tried to make out what he was doing.

But Josuke wouldn't let you discover their evil plan for anything in the world, and so, he cupped both your cheeks in his large hands earning a gasp from you as he almost squished them, and turned your head back to face him.

He leaned down to your height and your eyes widened, puzzled by his spontaneous actions.

"Y/N Look at me! Look at my eyes!" He stared at you with a serious expression and you blushed at his sudden bold act and how close he was.

"J-jojo...?" You yelped as your heart was beating fast in your chest.

You were so confused as to what the hell was going on and why they were acting so weird. You knew the two could be up to some truly bizarre adventures sometimes, but that was just so strange.

Whatever they were trying to distract you from, it was working. His face was so close to yours, and his big hands were so warm, you subconsciously put your small ones over his wrists in response, face now red with blood and adrenaline.

You were beyond puzzled at everything that was happening, but you were so lost in Josuke's ocean blue eyes, you completely forgot about what Okuyasu was hiding so clumsily.

Speak of the devil, the tan male suddenly came up to you both, and Josuke released you from his grasp as his best friend made a surprisingly genius offer.

"Ohh Y/N, you didn't pay for that milk yet, right? Good, it's my treat then! Josuke, let's get some too! I'm thirsty."

The scar-faced boy casually wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and swiflty turned you around in his strong hold, effectively dragging you away from the adult section of the store, and barely letting you any time to even glance at the overly sexual display around you.

"Eh? What about that manga you wanted to show me?" You looked back at Josuke, regaining your composure slowly.

"Oh that? Never mind, it's not important anyway- Hey Okuyasu, do you want banana flavor or chocolate?" The fourth Jojo quickly changed the subject as he opened the fridge doors and picked up some drinks.

"You guys are acting so weird today..." You loved the boys, and they usually brought you into their messes, that wasn't anything new, but sometimes you really couldn't understand them. "I'll go wait in line while you guys make up your minds."

You gently patted Okuyasu's chest who almost forgot to let you go and you walked away towards the cash register.

When you were finally out of earshot, they both stared at each other, thinking of how they just dodged a bullet so big, it might as well just have been an atomic bomb.

"D-dude... That was so clutch man...." Josuke sighed, still swallowing his stress out and his best friend only shut his eyes and cringed before grabbing his drink.

"Just shut up, let's not talk about it..."

"Aaahh!!" Okuyasu let out a loud sigh of delight as he sipped his banana milk. "Man, that hit the spot."

"Yeah! Nothing better than some fresh milk in the summer. Great idea Y/N."

You three walked out of the store and headed back home, enjoying your drinks. You giggled at their over-the-top reaction and handed them your own carton.

"You guys want to try strawberry flavor?"

"Oohh~" Okuyasu gushed before smirking and taking the item from your hands. "An indirect kiss from my little Y/N! Lucky~"

Josuke gasped and snatched the drink as well, snickering when he was done. "Can't say no when she's the one who proposed huehue!"

"Well you both drank from the same straw, so technically you two kissed too!" You laughed at their priceless shocked facial expressions.

"WHAT?!"

"Naah dude, no homo, no homo." Josuke patted his friend's back, reassuring him with the holy expression famous for saving countless men from potential homosexuality.

Okuyasu sighed in relief. "Yeah, no homo! Still in the bro zone, bro."

You snorted at their questionable reasoning and kept on walking when you suddenly saw two familiar faces coming towards you.

"Oh! It's Koichi and Yukako!" You waved and smiled at the couple who approached you.

"Oh hey guys, what are you doing?" The short male greeted with a smile.

"Oh nothing much, I bumped into them in the konbini." You sheepishly answered and Yukako quirked an eyebrow at the two suspicious looking males next to you.

"Really?" She feigned, still staring at them. "What were they doing without you I wonder..."

"I don't know, reading manga I think? I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me." You tried to look between her and them and they seemed to glare at the girl as hard as she did them.

"Huh?" She scoffed and shifted her weight on one leg." I bet you guys were reading porn again. Y/N I can't believe your patience around those guys."

"HUUUHHH???" Koichi yelled in pure surprise at the revelation and you three widened your eyes.

"YOU FREAKIN- OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" Okuyasu gasped and screamed at the girl who was smirking in victory.

"W-what?" You stuttered and looked at the two visibly stressed boys. "Po-... I don't- ... What??"

"Y/N DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE'S LYING!" Josuke guiltily tried to reason as you covered your mouth in shock.

"Well it's the truth, right? Did I hit a sensitive subject, perhaps?" The brunette chuckled cutely, infuriating your friends even more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Josuke sprinted towards Yukako who easily hoisted her awe-struck boyfriend over her shoulder and ran for dear life, having no regrets whatsoever.

An old one. A very old fic, it hurts to read it. I'm going to go ahead and post some old stuff I wrote just to get them out of my drafts. I hope they'll be enough for my beautiful gangsters.

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HC Part 3/drabble  (Resident Evil inspired initially) (part 1 –> click --- art –> click)  (part 2 –> click --- art –> click)

(fanart for this part --> click)

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Warning: swearing, light petting

<.Saving Zain part is for you to imagine (: it should be related to the one of the future games, so...>

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Three men are standing on the deck of a ferry, the only sound in the air is crashing of the restless sea. Zain's keeping himself a bit aside, leaning against the railing with his back and staring at the skies broodly, unusually quite. Salim and Jason, on the other hand, find comfort in the company of one another and are huddling together with their arms pressing agains one another. 'After all we've been  through... I didn't think something could ever shock me' - Salim takes a drag on his cigarette. Trying to quit isn't on his agenda today. 'Yeah. I'd lie if I said I didn't freak out at least a little,' Jason smirks. 'I hope the kid's fine'. The other man glances at his son, who's pondering deeply over something few yards away. 'Zain... he is a stong boy,' Salim nods. 'Just give him some time and space, he will recover'. 'No doubts in that. I mean... like father, like son, right?' Salim smiles - Jason is right; in many ways Zain behaves just like his dad in his younger days.   The city lights of night Holyhead are becoming clearer with each passing minute - soon, three exhausted men will step on the land again and hit the first hotel they'll be able to find to crash out there. At least that is the plan - to finally have some decent sleep (thanks god, vimpers are only the problem of London for now) and head back to the capital in the morinig, dropping Zain off in the institute affiliated to his university along the way. 'Go on suckin' on those cancer sticks, and one day you won't be able to run half a mile' - the American teases. Salim only shrugs, a thin smile across his face - 'I've been smoking for years, still didn't notice myself struggling to keep up with you today'. Jason has nothing to say back. *  *  * It's about 3 in the morning when Jason jumps out of the bed, gasping for air and all sweaty - the nightmares he can never remember are visitting him from time to time. Seeking consolation, he turns to Salim's place and freezes. It's abandoned. All the Iraqi's stuff is gone. However, Zain is still here, tossing and turning in his sleep. Shocked, the marine looks around the romm and finds a note on the bedside table. He grabs it impatiently.

'Jason, you've done everything to help me and Zain, and I can't thank you enoughu. That's why I'm going to the commander and taking the blame. Pls, don't get mad. Consider, even if your capitan gave you a leave, he didn't know that you'd help me, and that may cause troubles. The only way for you not to ruin your career is to let me take the responsibility for disobeying an order alone. P.S. I trust you with my boy, Jason - he needs to get to the university safe and sound, so don't try to chase after me'.

At first Jason's frustrated and confused, and then he's angry. Really angry. He tries to call Salim, but, obviously, no one answers. 'Shit,' he clenches his teeth and trows the phone on the mattress. 'Don't even hope to avoid the reckoning, you, old stubborn man,' the American mutters and strides to Zain. 'Up and at'em' - he pats on the young man's shoulder - 'it's time to move'. *  *  * The first thing Jason does after delivering Zain - he rushes straight to the UK commander base. He doesn't need anyone's protection, quite the contrary, all he wants is to explain everything that's happened to mitigate Salim's punishment. Hot-blooded, the man doesn't give a damn about his own situation at the moment. Jason's too late, though. There is no autority at the base when he arrives, so he decides to head to the hideout in hope of finding Salim there. When the jarhead's about to leave, he bumps into a by-passing officer, who greets him with unpleasnt news. According to the man, Salim was sent to handle one of the bigger nests alone. 'I'm actually surprised you didn't come along,' the man sniffed. 'For one person that's a suicide mission'. 'What?! Did you even try to offer Salim your help?' 'Emm... Nope'. 'Well, fuck you then!' - Jason flips the bird and, furious, rashes to the rescue, praying it's not too late. *  *  * Have fought the way inside the den through unfinished vampires, Jason barely has a chance to return his friend the favor. With a growl he jumps on the huge mutant, stabbing its back with the rifle's bayonet to distract it, so cornered Salim wouldn't get hit with a piece of heavy rebar. Coming back to his senses, the Iraqi grabbs his spear and rushes forward to help Jason - with a powerfull thrust and some struggles he impales the thing, destroing its heart. Like hungry rats, smaller vampires assault the soldiers, expecting to win with their numbers, but Jason is simply getting his rage out on them. Salim slays as much, so soon there is no one alive left in the room except from him and his friend, both covered in vampires gore, battle scratches and bruises. Panting, Jason looks around at the bloody mess they've caused, and then stares at Salim, who's smiling at him with relief. The anger is coming back to the American with the full force. 'You!' - he pounces on the other man and grabs on his clothes, teeth clenched. 'What the fuck's wrong with you?! Why did you do it?!' Salim doesn't look surprised. If anything, he's indulgent and calm. 'I've already explained you why, haven't I?' he asks. 'You helped me to save my son. I couldn't let you get in toruble because of it, when you've almost rose to the rank of capitan'. 'So what?! You decided to fucking die in this shithole alone 'cause of some stuipid ranks?' Jason breates out bitterly, still gripping tightly as if Salim will disappear again if he lets go. 'Why are you such a stubborn fuck, huh? Why didn't you think to ask me what I wanted?.. Don't you even dare to make me worried like that ever again, got it?!' 'Oh. So... you do care about me, after all?' Salim raises his eybrows teasingly. 'Hey!' the American yells, frowning with deep wrinkles going down his forhead. 'What in the hell is this question?! Of course I care about you, you ungrateful ass!' Jason is so mad he has an urgent desire to punch the man in the face. He's seriously considering doing so, when Salim reaches out his hands and cups the marine's face to quickly lay a sweet little kiss on his friend's mouth; than he moves away, wearing a reasuring smile. 'I care about you too, Jason' he says in a half whisper. 'That's exactly why I've done what I've done'. 'Shit...' - the American can't get it together for few long seconds. But when he does, he grabs Salim by the waist almost violently and pulls him close to attack the man's lips like there's no tomorrow. Still pumped up with adrinaline, Jason bites, lick and sucks, and squeezes Salim's butt firmly, so the Iraqi's a bit disoriented by this kind of heat. 'W-wait, Jason' - he manages to push himself away. 'Are you seriously doing it... here?' 'Trust me' - the jarhead smirks, his eyes hungry - 'at this point, I don't give a fuck where'.   'Hm-hm! I think Salim may be right,' the familiar voice notices from behind, and Jason remembers that he didn't come alone.   'Ah! Hi, Nick,' the Iraqi greets like nothing happened and slips from the other man's embrace. Nick's standing there with the biggest grin on his face, that's saying nothing else but 'I knew it all along'. 'Sorry to have interrupted you, guys, but we need to get out of here before the dawn, or we'll be torn to shreds,' he finally suggests and raises his hand with a remote control in it. 'I set the explosives as planned'.

[kingsuckjin]

Ungodly Beast 2

⸸ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader, Priest! Namjoon x reader

⸸ Rated: M (18+)

⸸ Genre: smut, horror, fluff?, angst?

⸸ Synopsis: You’d rather go to hell yourself than let the devil take your baby, even if he helped create him… even if your little boy is beginning to sprout horns.

⸸ Warnings: (may contain spoilers) death, kidnapping, kind of depression and some heavy feels, satanic symbolism, voyeurism, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap your ding dong before playing ping pong), more sinful shit, male masturbation, dom-ish reader, strangulation (like also not in a sexy way), dom! Jungkook, spit kink, the most dirty talk you've ever seen, fisting, fingering, dick size kink, daddy kink, degradation, impreg kink, pain kink, devil kook still looks wild, spanking, branding, choking, hair pulling, biting and scratching, blood play/blood eating, tattoo kink, really rough sex, a very jealous Jungkook, more death/murder, a very brief mention of drugs, fluffy sex, gore, a fight scene, it's just graphic and awful.

⸸ Words: 15k

⸸ Note: I’d link the first part in this fic here, but tumblr has been doing this cute little thing where if you insert a link in something then the fic won’t show up in the tags. So I very sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but you’ll have to go through my masterlist to find part 1. Also, an anon told me that this fic goes really well with the album Too Weird to Live too Rare to die by panic at the disco, specifically the song Far too young to die, so if you're looking for something to listen too while reading this, then that would be perfect.

"What have you done?"

Those were your mother's first words after telling her you were pregnant. You had no idea how she knew, perhaps it was the worried, troubled, tired look on your face that that told her. Maybe she just sensed it, sensed the seed of half evil already taken root and growing inside of you.

You stayed silent, confirming an unspoken conclusion between you. She clutched at the rosary around her neck as her shocked, open mouth quivered and glossy tears pooled in her eyes.

"You didn't…" She whispered, "please tell me you didn't." 

Out of shame, you still didn't speak.

"How did you know?" You finally decided to ask.

"I've dealt with him before, I know the way his terrible presence feels, and now I feel it with you. I almost can't stand it." Her words both stung and made you have an unsettling feeling that crawled up your spine. Was it simply the baby she had felt? Had he marked you somehow and now it was you making her feel like this? Or was he with you? Silently watching and waiting.

"What did you give for the child?" Your mother was nearly in sobs now.

"He didn't tell me at first-" you began to try to defend yourself but your mother cut you off.

"He never does. What was it?" 

"He's taking him…" you felt the prick of tears sting your eyes now too. You had to cover your mouth quite suddenly to keep a sob from escaping. It hurt to think about, to talk about. You were afraid. "...when he turns five."

She took your hands between hers and looked you in the eyes.

"We will do everything we can, I promise. We will fight."

You nodded and attempted to blink away the tears.

"Pray with me. We can pray. God will help us, I know it." 

You nodded again as she gripped your hands firmly in hers reassuringly. She let her head fall slightly and closed her eyes prompting you to do the same.

As she started with her prayer, you began to feel a ringing in your head, the sound grew and grew until it was piercing, drowning out her words. A tsunami of nausea overtook your body so powerful you jumped up from your seat at your mother's kitchen table, knocking the chair back as you ran for the bathroom in a dizzy haze.

"Ah, they should call it all day sickness instead of morning sickness." Your mom had committed, seeming to brush it off, but you knew in your heart and deep in your soul that something was very, very wrong here.

From the moment you first saw him, you were in love. His big doe eyes, his chubby little cheeks, his soft little hands, and feet. Although he had no horns or black eyes, you tried hard not to see his father in him, which was difficult sometimes.

The worst memories for you were taking him to get baptized as a newborn. He had screamed from the moment you had entered the church and nothing you could do would calm him.

The moment the blessed holy water touched his skin, you watched as it seemed to burn and blister his infant skin in just seconds. You went out to your car in the church parking lot, 

calmed him the best you could before strapping him into his car seat, and you cried.

You cried because while he seemed to be a normal little baby, your son, the baby you feed with your own body, sing to, bathe, and love, you were occasionally reminded of what he was and that you might only have him for a very short time.

He still whimpered in the back seat just as you did in the front. Guilt and sadness and fear prompted you to get out of the car and into the back seat where you unfastened him as his pout only worsted your feelings. You took his small body in your arms and held him to your chest. Your nose snuggled into his mess of fluffy dark hair.

"I love you. No ones ever going to take you away from me. I don't care what you are, you're my son more than anything." You let your tears fall onto his head.

That wasn't the scariest thing you had been through though. The worst was the nightmares.

The first was just under a month after he had been born. You had sat up in your bed covered in sweat, the house felt like an oven. Your heart was beating hard even before you had heard it coming through the baby monitor.

Singing.

It sounded high and angelic along with the happy coos of your son. As your groggy mess faded with the race of your heart you also realized it was in a language you not just couldn't understand, but had never heard anything like it before.

It took no time at all for you to practically leap from your bed, and dash from your room and down the hall to your son's room.

As you pushed his door open you saw him. You felt like your heart was beating in your throat now as you saw him with his back to you holding your son, bathed in only the moonlight that the sheer curtains of the nursery let in.

The singing had turned to a soft hum. You realized how wrong you were upon pinning his voice like an angel. You saw the horns sprouting from his wavy hair that dangled as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to fight, you wanted to do anything to save your baby and keep him from being taken away from you. He was a newborn, it wasn't even time.

You couldn't do anything though, and you didn't know why.

Horrifyingly you found yourself yet again drawn to him, in awe at his presence.

"You can't…" you managed to choke out.

"I will." He didn't turn as he spoke to you. After he spoke, you woke up.

You couldn't sleep very long for months after that nightmare. 

There was no denying by age two and a half that he looked more like his father. There was also no denying the little bumps you found while brushing his shaggy hair that sat on the top of his head under his skin. Most mothers would be concerned, wonder if their child had gotten hurt, and bumped their head a few times. But you just sat there frozen, feeling the bumps. You knew what they were, they were his father's claim to him, they were forming horns.

"Mommy okay?" Your son noticed your strange and oddly still demeanor as the hairbrush dropped from your hands onto the bathroom tile where you sat. 

That's when it hit you the hardest. Your baby was halfway there. Halfway gone. All you had done so far was helplessly try to deny the fact that he was coming for him. He would take your little boy and drag him to hell if you didn't do something to fight this, find some way, something, someone to help you.

"Mommy?" your son had turned around and was now reaching for your cheeks to smush with his hands like you often did him. His face read of concern and question. Your heart melted at his little gesture. You took in his sweet little face again, his little two front teeth poked out just a little. You couldn't help but squish his face gently right back.

"Mommy's okay." You tried to reassure him the best you could, and it seemed to work. Lucky for you toddlers were sweetly gullible.

The moment you got free time you sent a text to your mom telling her you'd be dropping her grandson off at her house tomorrow, you didn't wait for a reply as you already knew she would jump at any chance to see her grandson whenever she could.

You then made a very important series of phone calls.

"Thank you, thank you so much for meeting with me today on such short notice father-" 

"Father Namjoon or just Namjoon is fine." He interrupted. "And don't mention it, I'm here to help. You mentioned problems with your child?"

You took a deep breath and let your face finally show the worry you felt, your bouncing foot on the floor let out your anxiety. You sat there in his office at this tiny church. Worried he would throw you out the moment you told him the truth about what was going on.

Father Namjoon sat across the big worn wooden desk from you and waited patiently for you to further explain. Behind him on the wall was a massive cross along with pictures with him and maybe members of the church pinned to the wall.

" I'm afraid I didn't tell you everything over the phone because… well, every priest I've called said I was crazy and hung up on me after I told them." You admitted and watched as his body language changed with his growing attention.

"But father Namjoon, I swear on my son's life that what I'm about to tell you is the truth. My son is no trouble, but his father is. See, I would've brought my son in today, but he gets these… headaches and nosebleeds in churches." 

You watched his reaction carefully, he curiously tilted his head.

"Go on…" he urged.

"Because his father… is… the devil."

Namjoon gave you a nod of understanding that was far too casual for the words you said.

"I have proof." You defended before he could even think to refute your claim.

"I believe you." 

"What?" You asked thinking maybe you were only hearing what you wanted to.

"Listen," he leaned forward so that his arms rested on his desk. "He's real. I know he's real. The nervousness in your voice and you say you have proof… you seem perfectly sane to me. When can I meet with your son? Would your home be alright?"

"What are you doing right now? He's with my mother right now."

"Let's go." He said with sureness and no thinking time behind it.

He followed your car to your mother's home. You watched as he got out of his car and just stood there in the driveway, staring at the home.

"Something wrong father?" You asked as he brought forth the cross around his neck and clutched it tightly.

"I can feel him."

"My son? My mom says the same thing about him. We just assume he carries the same feeling as-"

"Not your son, the devil. He's here." 

Your heart began to race at the thought of encountering him again. Maybe you had gotten in over your head by asking a priest to see him, but you had to do something.

"Your cross." You stopped father Namjoon as he started to walk towards the door. "I'm sorry but you can't have it near him. My mother had to take down all of hers when he was born." 

His eyes seemed to shift around nervously before finally taking off his cross and putting it in his car.

"No worries." He gave you a reassuring smile. 

You expected more upon entering the house, not just for your son to casually be sitting there watching tv.

You and your mother had exchanged silent, nervous glances upon her letting you in and seeing the priest.

"Hey buddy, someone wants to talk to you." You knelt down and told your son but he seemed to ignore you.

Your mom turned off the tv, but it didn't seem to affect him.

"Touch his head." You whispered to Namjoon.

He stepped forward and crouched on the floor.

"Hey, little guy! What kind of show were you watching?" He placed his hand on your son's head to pat it but quickly retracted it.

"Don't touch me." your son spoke clearly and firmly. His speech was nothing like his normal, broken toddler way of talking.

You looked at Namjoon who still looked shocked by something, it had to be the growing horns.

"Daddy said don't touch me." Your son spoke again perfectly as if he were a few years older.

Daddy said

"Oh my go-" you couldn't help but let out at his words. Had his father been around this whole time? Just watching him… and you?

"I won't touch you, I promise. Could you turn around for me?"

Your son did as he was asked and faced the priest, looking up at him with wide, almost terrified eyes.

“Can I show him your back?” you asked knowing he would let you touch him before he would a priest. Your son nodded but seemed confused. 

You lifted the side of his shirt and showed Namjoon the mark spread along the ribs. The upside-down thick, black cross.

“Quite a birthmark you have there.” Namjoon joked with the boy.

“His father has the same one."

Namjoon stood to his feet which prompted you to do the same.

"Can we talk?" His eyes flickered towards the front door.

"Yeah of course." 

"Possibly off the property?" He added and you gave him a nod.

“I'll be back” you assured your mother as you left with the priest.

He led you to his car before asking if you wanted to get a coffee and told you he needed it after what he had just seen and felt. You understood and agreed.

He continued to apologize on the short drive there, but again you understood his need to process this.

It wasn't until after you both had gotten your drinks and sat down in a quiet corner of the shop that he began to talk openly.

“I’m still not sure what to think of all this, but I know you're not lying. He looks like him. My…” he let out a sigh as he played with a pink packet of sugar. “My grandmother had a run-in with him once, never said why or how, but she described him and the way his presence felt. I just don’t think it's your child making me feel that way. I really need to ask what happened between you and...his...father.”

“I-um..I…” you too took a deep breath and decided to explain everything as detailed as you could from summoning him, to only having a few years left with your son. You felt ashamed as you explained to this priest how you had slept with the devil.

Namjoon didn't seem to judge you though, as a matter of fact, he looked sympathetic. He seemed so sweet, kind, and understanding.

“I’m not sure what I can do here,” he told you and reached across the table to place his hand on yours “but I promise to do the best I can. I will do what I can to help protect your family and son.”

You felt the honesty and sincerity in his words, it felt so comforting to you.

“It’s going to be hard, I can just tell he doesn't want me there. I don't know if it’s because I’m a man or because I’m a priest. Let me ask you a rather personal question, have you dated at all since your son was born?”

“No.” you shook your head “I don’t want anyone getting attached to my son because I just don't know what's going to happen. Also, I’m afraid…he might do something. I just… I don't want to put anyone else into this that doesn't need to be.” that part hurt you too, you just felt so lonely on top of it all. “I've had no one to turn to with all of this except my mother.”

“Well, you have me now, okay? You don't have to feel alone anymore. We can solve this together.”

Namjoon had come up with a plan to meet with your son every other day, and at the end of the week, he would meet with only you and talk over the progress, if he had made any at all.

Just a few months in, there was a difference. It seemed his method of slowly introducing god and holy objects such as crosses were beginning to work, he no longer got headaches and nosebleeds around them, and his horns while still little bumps under his skin, they had stopped growing. That also happened to be the month your mother got very very sick. No matter how many times Namjoon came and prayed over her, she still continued to just slip away until she was gone.

And now you had no one but Namjoon.

The day after she passed away was the hardest. Your son was still too small to fully grasp the concept of death, but he still cried about his grandmother never getting to play with him again.

You had waited until you had put him to bed and he had fallen asleep to pour yourself a glass of wine and just cry.

Nothing could distract you from the pain, from the heavy misery, not even the pouring rain and house shaking thunder.

You had turned off all of the lights, the only thing that would occasionally light the room was the lightning.

You felt so alone, more alone than you've felt in your life. You tried hard to sense him, but he just didn't seem there. The one time you felt so desperate and alone, his presence didn't loom over you. 

“I hate you,” you spoke out loud. “If you can hear me I hate you. I hate that you've done this to me, I hate that you took her from me and your son. Are you really watching over your son or do you just love to see me suffer? Do you love to see me alone? Huh?” anger coursed through you as you talked to the walls “Answer me!” you yelled a little too loudly and worried that you would wake your son up so you decided to be quiet.

The desperation and loneliness felt like it was suffocating you, you had to do something.

You felt pathetic calling him up this late, but once you heard his voice you already felt better.

“Hey, how are you hanging in there?” 

“Not good Namjoon.” you sniffled “I-I just feel so alone, so in over my head. All the things my mom has done for me I just…” you did your best to hold back tears.

“Do you want me there? Is it alright if I come over so you don't have to feel alone?”

“Please?” Your plea was squeaky and weak.

“I’ll leave right now okay? It's just important to remember that you're not alone. God is with you.”

“Thank you. I don't know what I would have done this past few months without you.”

“Please, don't mention it.”

You don't know how it got here. You had only had a half a glass of wine in total, and a two-hour deep conversation and now you had pulled him into your room and you were ripping off each other’s clothes as if they were tainted.

“Fuck me” you tossed your shirt to the floor and pressed your lips back to his with ferocity. He sharply exhaled through his nose at how turned on he was by your demand, although you could feel it through his underwear. 

“You sure?” he mumbled into your lips. You let out a hum into his before sinking to your knees.

“Fuck.” he muttered, mesmerized as you pulled his underwear, letting it fall at his feet and letting his cock loose.

You let little time pass between the moment you saw his cock and putting it into your mouth. You were hungry for touch, for affection, for sex, for companionship, and you were sure to show that in the form of his dick in your throat. It was as if somehow you hoped it could fill that strange void that had existed in you for far too long.

He thrust in tandem with your head bobbing while letting out groans and sharp breaths of pleasure that just told you that it had been a while for him too. 

Thunder rolled in your dark room as you suppressed a gag and let your spit dribble down your chin. You were dripping with need at just the thought of sex.

As a brief flash of lightning lit the room, you swore you saw him in the chair in the corner of the room, legs crossed, watching you.

Could it have just been your imagination playing tricks on you? Could you have been just thinking about him? Was it what you wanted to see?

You closed your eyes as you took Namjoon deeper into your throat, letting the tip of your nose connect with his thin patch of pubes.

His hands tangled in the back of your hair.

"Can- can we have sex? Please? This feels too good to take this anymore." 

You took him from your mouth and got into the bed on all fours. He took a moment to take your body and pose in for a moment, but once his brain seemed to function again he got behind you on the bed.

His fingers ran down the skin of your back almost making you shiver.

He yanked your underwear down around your thighs and ran his fingers along your soaking folds.

"No teasing, fuck me."

You heard an almost inaudible moan behind you before feeling his tip at your entrance.

The feeling of him slowly sinking into you, filling you, felt so nice after so long.

"Be rough with me."

"O-okay." He stammered and grabbed the back of your hair to pull on as he began slamming into you.

The skin of his thighs slapped at the meat of your ass over and over, but it somehow just wasn't enough.

"Harder, call me names." 

"I won't- I can't call you names." He panted his refusal.

Thank god he was behind you so he couldn't see you rolling your eyes.

"Stop stop, stop." 

His hips quit moving at once.

"Lay on your back." You had had enough and wanted to take this into your own hands.

One he pulled out and played down you straddled his hips, reaching down to guide his cock into your entrance before sinking down on it.

The moment you slowly moved your hips with him buried inside of you he began to moan. You picked up his hands and placed them on your breasts.

"What do you think, father?" Your voice dripped with seduction as you clenched around him.

"You're so- oh god- so beautiful." 

"Wrong answer." You stilled your hips making him scramble for the right words.

"Your pussy is so wet… just for me." 

"All for you." You began to move your hips again with the answer that satisfied you. Possibly to make sure they didn't stop again his hands drifted down to your hips to move them faster on his own. You couldn't help the loud moan that slipped out of your mouth at him taking control just a little.

"You take my dick so well." 

"Fuck fuck." You chanted, moving your hips faster, feeling so close to losing it. You couldn't lie, the thought of him being a priest was really about to get you off right now.

"Such a bad girl." He murmured. Maybe he felt the same.

"Does it feel good being in the same cunt as the devil has been?" You teased.

You swore you heard a very short, unamused chuckle from somewhere in the room. 

"Fuck yes, fuck I'm so close." He aggressively moved your hips now, his fingers digging into your flesh and finally making you cum.

"Up up" 

You got off of him fast and watched ad his hand went around his cock to give it a few short jerks. His thick cum spurted from the tip. Coating his hand and shaft.

"I'll get you something to clean that up with." You climbed off of him as he quickly nodded.

"Darliiiiing" 

You felt a hand on your thigh that woke you from your sleep.

"Wake up, I need you." Your face contorted in confusion at Namjoon's words.

"Too tired." You muttered into your pillow.

"But I'm so hard for you." His deep voice whispered in your ear sending tingles through your body.

"All I can think about is your wet little cunt of yours. I'll do whatever you want me to darling." His hand ghosted up your back until it came around and reached your neck where he left it

"Mmm." You hummed in satisfaction as you rotted your ass into his once again hard dick.

"You like that? Hm?" His voice was so thick and rough with sleep. "What if I squeezed just a little?" His fingers tightened slightly around your throat.

You were more than ready now for round two, it seemed he had found some courage between when you fucked earlier and now.

"Who does your pussy belong to, darling?" 

"You." You whispered mixed with a moan. You needed him back inside of you so badly that you ached for it.

"You lying whore." His grip on your throat tightened, so much that it became almost impossible to breathe.

You struggled against his grip and tried to pry his hand from your throat.

"Your body and cunt belongs to the devil. Evil courses through your blood." You could hear the hate in his voice through his gritted teeth.

You tried to kick at him, hit him, but you could feel the tightness in your face and brain from lack of blood flow and oxygen.

"Stop, please." You attempted to choke out as your vision grew hazy.

"You belong in hell too." 

You thrashed until there was no more pressure on your throat, your hands and feet collided with nothing.

You sat up in your bed covered in sweat. You were alone and once again your room was as hot as the pits of hell themselves.

You picked up your phone from the nightstand, almost blinding yourself with the light from it as you checked the time. 

Namjoon had left hours ago. He had left upon your request.

"What the fuck." You sighed as you flopped back into your bed.

As you laid there the weight of reality seemed to feel heavier and heavier on your chest, crushing.

Your mother was dead, you had fucked a priest, the devil wouldn't leave you alone, and you had very little time before your son was gone forever.

Your bedroom felt too large, too spacious for your lonely body just as all of your problems did. Would you end up sucked into it all? Eaten alive? Was there any point in fighting at all?

You swallowed down the lump in your throat but it was no use. You couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and leaked into your hairline as you stared up at your ceiling.

"Please" your word brought forth your sobs in the empty room "make it stop. I'll do anything but give up my son, just make it stop."

You couldn't help it, for weeks after your dream you felt weird around Namjoon. The rational part of your brain knew he wouldn't hurt you, although you still denied any little advances he made. It did fade, and once he took you out to dinner and you let him put his hand on your knee, but he was careful not to overstep boundaries.

You thought about calling him one night as you laid there sleepless in your bed. You don’t know how you had gotten so turned on but your body felt so hot with need.

You tried to just roll over and go to bed, but your sensitive clit throbbed along with your heartbeat as if begging you to touch it. Sny motion you made at all only made things worse until you gave in.

You pulled up your oversized sleep shirt and shoved a hand down your panties. You paused a moment as you realized that it wasn't just getting off you needed, but contact with someone.

You went to reach for your phone on the nightstand, but your hand didn't even meet it before you froze.

"Don't." It was a command.

Your eyes flashed to him sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, just like you thought you had seen him a month ago with Namjoon.

You quickly pulled your hand from your underwear and sat up with your mouth agape.

"Did you miss me, darling?" His horns tilted as his head did.

"Get out of my fucking house and leave me and my son alone!" You growled, clutching your shorts angrily in your fists.

"Why? So you can fuck that priest again?" He held up his index finger, slightly shaking it making a tsk-ing sound. 

"Why does it matter to you what I do?" Your voice was stone cold.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned forward in the chair with a smirk. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking how regal and utterly beautiful he looked. He looked far more casual this time in a black t-shirt and jeans, but nonetheless majestic and powerful.

"You must've forgotten. That's alright, I wouldn't mind reminding you. I'm not here for our son, don't worry, not just yet."

"Then let's talk about that." 

"Talk?" He gave a little smile "we can talk. Come here." 

Although you wanted to, almost needed to, you stayed in your bed.

"Then feel free to keep going… unless you want some help."

"Tell me why you're here." You demanded.

"I'm here to save you. You called me."

"I didn't." You argued.

He beckoned you over once more as he stood from the chair. You got out of bed this time and stepped closer.

"You've done nothing but try to get my attention for months. Don't argue, you know I'm right. I can hear it again, that delicate little heart of yours fluttering when you see me." He reached a hand out for you, you took it, it was just so warm in yours. You let him pull you in until your back faced his chest with his hands on your sides.

"You called me, see?" You closed your eyes as he whispered to you, your bodies swayed together in a nonexistent song. It felt as though he was pulling you deeper into a trance, and you let yourself go.

"Does that heartbeat for me? Do you live for me? Do you want me?" You felt his nose graze your neck, the hot air from his worst trailing behind it. You had dreams of this moment for years. His whispers, his touch, the way he made you feel drunk and hypnotized you, the way he made you feel whole.

"Yes." You couldn't lie, everything but the truth had melted away, you couldn't feel or speak much else. You were weak for him, weaker than you remembered.

"Then are you mine?"

"Yes." You answered once more.

"I'll talk to you my love, about whatever your heart desires. First, tell me what it is you want from me." He whispered as you felt him grip the hem of your sleep shirt at your thighs. His hands brushed your skin. You continued to sway with him, eyes closed, worried that if you opened your eyes that this would all be a dream, worried that if you looked at him you'd fall deeper.

You didn't want to say it, you didn't want to admit you wanted him right now. He had done so much to you. Your internal struggle was hard, you wanted him desperately, yet he had done so much to you and your family. Even your closed eyes couldn't hold back the tears that escaped.

"Why did you take her?" A single son escaped but you shut it down, you refused to show all of your weakness.

To your surprise, he gently shushed you.

"Darling, I didn't take her. Her soul was never mine to take. I don't decide who lives and dies, it was just her time."

You were stunned, why was he comforting you? Why did it feel so good?

"Please don't take our son, he's alI have now, he-"

"I've thought about so many things. We can talk later, no tricks, no lies. You don't need to worry. Just let them all fall away and tell me what you want."

You bit your lip as you felt his cock begin to twitch beside you.

"You already know I want you." Your voice was a soft, weak whisper.

"Yes, but do you want me to hold and comfort you? You've been struggling so much with that. Perhaps you want my cock buried so deep inside of you that it hurts. Or maybe you just want me to pump that belly full of a second baby." 

His hand slid into your panties as you let out a gasp of excitement. Every nerve in your body felt hypersensitive, so when he slid his finger over your slit you cried out for him.

"All of it. Please, I want it all." 

"What a greedy, needy little bitch. Did that boring god loving freak not satisfy you?" He teased as his finger dipped into your folds and teased at your clit.

"N-no." You stammered.

"You didn't look like you were having much fun, not until you saw me at least." He seemed so amused by it. "I'm a little mad you let him poorly use you like that" he seemed to growl making slight fear go down your spine. "Who fucks you better? Who has a bigger dick?" His finger circling your clit picked up speed with the ferocity of his words.

"You." Your breath was already short.

"Tonight, prove to me that you're mine, that you're devoted, that you'll do whatever it takes for me, And I'll show you I'm yours." 

This wasn't happening, you couldn't believe the words he had just softly said into your neck. Your disbelief was cut off by your quickly approaching orgasm. You let out a whine as your knees turned to rubber, you would've fallen had he not have been holding you tightly against him.

"That's it darling, let me have you, let go for me." Your orgasm exploded through you like a bomb and all you could do was whine.

"Such a good girl." He still held you tightly and placed light kisses on your neck and collarbone as he took his tattooed hand from the front of your panties.

You let out a small shriek when he picked you up and carefully set you on the bed. He could've broken you in half right then and there, if he wanted to.

"On all fours, ass facing me." 

You hurried into position for him, and for a while, you felt nothing until you felt the fiery sting of a slap along a cheek.

You sucked in a breath.

"What's the matter baby, can't take it for me?"

He was so wrong, you loved it.

"I'll take whatever you give me." Your words were followed by the pleasure of another slap.

"Fuck it." He muttered and suddenly you were dragged by your legs onto his lap where he positioned you over it.

"Take anything for me, huh? We'll see about that." The slaps kept coming until your ass felt raw. You arched your ass up for him as you let out a needy whine.

"You're so fucking wet, it's everywhere. Do you want me to touch you? Is that what you're whining for?" 

You let out another whine.

"Say it."

"Please touch me. I want you to touch me." 

"I'll give you what you want." You knew that tone he used, it was the tone of having something else planned.

His fingers immediately sunk into your core.

"You're wetter than I thought, I could slide whatever I wanted into you so effortlessly." 

You could hear the sounds of his coated fingers working you too.

"Whatever you want." You replied hoping it was his cock, but you knew better at this point.

"My love, I'm going to absolutely fucking ruin you."

You went to reply but suddenly felt the slight stretch and sting of more fingers entering you.

"Ahhhh." You let out but backed up further onto his hand, still wanting more.

"What a good little whore, look at you riding my hand and taking it all for me." 

You loved the pain, and he gave it to you like no one else could. You were already ruined for anyone else, but he didn't know that.

His hand felt so deep inside of you that you swear you could feel it in your stomach.

"Harder." You begged,  and he obliged.

"You like me filling you like this, slut? I'm going to stretch your pussy so well for my big cock."

You continued to rock backward in tandem with his movements, it didn't take long at all until you were almost there, panting and gripping the sheets.

He stopped and slowly pulled his hand from your cunt, leaving you feeling more hollowed out than a pumpkin.

You left his lap and looked at him just in time to see his shirt come off. His body was just as beautiful as you remembered it, something of pure art and fantasy combined. Tattooed, muscular, and smooth you just wanted to lick every single inch of him, you had to.

You climbed back into his lap and pushed him back while you leaned forward and placed your lips to the very warm flesh of his collarbone. Your lips made their way down slowly to his nipples and enveloped one in your mouth.

"Ah." A sound of surprise and pleasure came from him, and you loved it, you loved that you could make him feel that way, you wanted more.

You took your mouth from his chest and crawled backward until you sat between his legs.

You undid his pants and pushed his underwear down along with him. You had almost forgotten just how massive his cock was. It was veiny and the tip was a blushed shade of pink that made your mouth water.

You spit in both your hands and wrapped them both around his shaft.

You slid your spit slicked hands over his leaking head before slowly bringing then down to the base.

"Faster darling. Don't play with me." He threatened with a grunt. You did as he asked and even added your mouth.

His hands tangled tightly in your hair at once.

It was hard to take him even halfway into your mouth without you gagging around his size and thickness filling your throat.

As you sucked his dick, you stared at the three black sixes on his lower stomach and watched as they moved as his muscles flexed.

"What I wouldn't give to cum down your throat right now."

You moaned around his cock at the desperation and lust in his voice.

"So fucking good for me. You suck my cock so well with your little whore mouth." He gripped your hair tighter but still not enough to hurt.

Him lying there, moaning and groaning as you pleased him made you all the more impossibly wet, you could feel it as you squeezed your thighs together.

"Please come here." He asked as he released your hair and sat up.

As you let his cock leave your mouth and too sat up only for him to lift and drag you onto his lap once again. He reached down and guided his cock into your entrance.

As you lowered yourself onto him he made a noise that should've stopped your heart.

It was a moan and a sigh all at once, he combined that with dropping his head onto your shoulder. The fullness and warmth of his cock inside of you, every little move he made, he was all just too much. How could you survive something like this a second time, especially with being this close to him.

He didn't move even an inch for a moment, not until he lifted his head off of your body and peered at you with those inky black eyes through his just as inky dark hair.

His net movements were fast, rough, and hard. He grabbed your hair from behind, forcing your head as far back as it could go without breaking anything. Your chest was arched towards him and he used it to his advantage by taking a nipple into his mouth as he bucked his hips into you quickly. All you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life as he fucked into you, fingernails sinking deeper and deeper into his muscular flesh the closer he pushed you to your high.

You felt the little sharp sting of him pinching your nipple between his teeth. You couldn't help but fall completely apart as you moaned out the filthiest curse words that you could.

Once he let your hair go and you could properly look at him, you saw beads of dark liquid forming on his shoulders. Your nails and grip had drawn blood, real human blood.

All you could do was stare. He bled just like you, he was vulnerable just like you, just like anyone else.

"Hm?" He caught your staring but seemed confused.

"I-I hurt you. I'm sorry." You furrowed your eyebrows with guilt.

He laughed, it was a real laugh, not a teasing one, not an unamused snort. His nose crinkled and his more prominent two front teeth were made more visible.

"It didn't hurt, I didn't even know you did it." He tried to get a look at the little droplets himself before wiping one away with his finger to show there was no mark left, he had somehow healed.

Each fleeting glimpse of his humanity vanished as soon as you spotted it.

His dick was beginning to soften inside of you despite him not getting off yet.

"Did you want to kiss it and make it better for me?" His voice was seductively playful and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not until he brought his blood-smeared fingertips to your lips.

You looked him in the eyes as you took them into your mouth and sucked them clean. He looked satisfied and you could feel his dick twitch back to life inside of you, showing you how much he liked that. Without a second thought, you attached your mouth to his shoulder and began to lick and cuck at the blood droplets where the wounds once were. The moment reminded you of when you were a child and they told you that wine was the blood of Christ, except this was so much better. You wanted to show him you were willing to take him in any way possible, to submit to every desire he had.

He pushed his now hard cock as far as it would go into you.

"I want to do something to you." He whispered as he continued to slowly thrust.

"Do it." Your reply was fast.

"It's going to hurt you." He added.

"Do it."

“I will. For now, shut up and bounce on my cock, slut.” his tattooed hand grabbed throat “ and you better fucking ride it harder and faster than you did that stupid Jesus loving freak.” his face read of disgust.

“Yes daddy,” you replied trying to hide the smirk at the satisfaction on his face from you calling him that.

He dropped his hand from your neck and you began to move your hips as he laid back. You would normally start slow, but you let him have it. Everything about him was incomparable to anyone you’ve ever slept with.

“Fuck, like that baby.” His hair was messy, his eyes were squeezed shut and his tattoo that looked like a snake that wrapped around his torso almost looked like it was slithering. 

“You like that daddy? I took every inch of your big cock just for you.” you loved the power over him that he was letting you have and you were going to make sure you got to enjoy it.

His hand shot to your hip and he squeezed.

“I swear If you fucking make me cum right now you’ll fucking pay for it,” he grunted obviously trying to hold back seeing as his hand was digging into your skin as if it was the last lifeline between him and losing it.

“Don’t you want to cum in my pussy daddy? Fill it full of cum and watch it drip out of me?” you continued to tease him and bring him even closer as you jackhammered up and down on his rock hard dick.

“Fuck, this is your last damn warning bitch.” his jaw was clenched, but it was too late, you were already falling apart on top of him, once again saying the dirtiest shit you could as he shuttered under you, barely hanging on as he watched you cum.

You paused, breathing heavily for a moment of rest, but it didn't last long. He was pulling out of you and throwing you face down on the bed, holding your hands by the wrists behind your back.

“I fucking told you, didn’t I?” 

“Sorry, dadd-”

“Did I say you could speak bitch?”

He wasn’t even inside you anymore but you’re empty walls clenched as you let out a small moan onto the bed sheets.

“Now let’s see just how fucking much you’re willing to take. Be good for me darling.”

You were scared but excited at the same time, the adrenaline that coursed through your veins was nothing like you’ve ever felt before.

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t fucking move.”

You listened and stayed completely still.

You felt his hand cover the back of your neck. It got warmer and warmer until it felt searingly hot, it was burning your skin. You bit down on your lip so hard it had to have left a bruise just to keep from screaming. There was no way of stopping the whimpers that came from you in the few seconds that his hand was on your skin.

“There,” he said and sounded as though he was admiring his work before releasing your body and letting you sit up. By the time you sat up though, the pain was entirely gone as if it had never even happened.

“It’s the mark, to match.” you knew he meant that he had just branded you with an upside-down cross to match his and your son’s. You were too busy noticing the wetness on your cheeks and wondering where they had come from to concentrate on this strange sentimental moment.

You felt something warm roll down your cheek and lifted a hand to wipe away what you now realized were tears, but he gently grabbed your wrist.

With his other hand went to your chin and guided your head to face him.

You were met face to face with him, his dark eyes peering into yours and also assessing your wet cheeks.

Both hands now went to your cheeks and his thumbs wiped over the wet mess on your skin. 

He was trying to dry your tears.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” his voice was quiet. It was a glimmer of sincerity, a splinter of sweetness.

“I didn’t even feel it.” you joked but he didn’t buy it or laugh, instead he just continued to stare into your eyes with both hands on your face.

He leaned in so slowly, head tilting slightly and his lips met yours so gently. Your eyes closed and pressed your lips harder into his.

It was a sweet kiss but it held the strength and intensity of being punched in the stomach.

Your hands came up to roam the back of his shaggy, dark hair but your mind was elsewhere.

You imagined him as an average man, your son as a normal little boy, you imagined a family. Cuddling on the couch, touching him whenever you pleased, your son being able to play with his father, your life with him would never grow dull. However, your daydreams were dashed as your hand accidentally met with a horn. 

What was wrong with you? You knew these things were stupid and unattainable, he was unattainable. Although you had known this fact from the start, here you were sleeping with him again. He fucked you over so hard, he was pure evil and you knew it, but yet here you were falling for him even harder. To be fair though, was there a soul living or dead that could resist him, that ever has been able to?

You pulled away, his hands left your face.

He looked at you with wide eyes, he looked almost shocked, scared. There was some kind of very deep feeling moment between the both of you, some kind of wordless exchange of revelations. 

A million things you wanted to say to him flooded your mind at this moment. There were so many things you wanted answers to ”Do you know how miserable I was? Do you know what it felt like waiting for you in fear the entire time? Do you know how much I hate not being able to hate you? Do you know how bad it hurts me seeing your face in my son’s? Do you know how badly you ruined my entire adult life? Do you know how hurtfully perfect you look? Do you know how lucky and cursed I feel all at once? Do you feel any weight for the things you've done to me and my family?” but you were too scared this moment would end, that he would never come back, that he would take your son and leave. You wanted to cry, but you pushed the entire internal war out of your mind, you boxed it all away just to not ruin this moment.

During your thoughts and your stares at one another, his face had softened and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/n” you realized that it was the first time he had ever spoken your name out loud, and as beautiful as it had sounded coming from his lips, you didn't want to hear it spoken so guilt filled. “I’m so sor-”

"Are you going to make me cum again or not?" You broke the silence, and he seemed thrown off for a moment. You didn't know what he was apologizing for, but you didn't want to know. Not only did you want to shut this sad moment down just to have the fun back, but something inside of you hurt to hear and see him like this.

An expression you were familiar with him having flickered onto his face, a smirk. It relieved you and set the fire in your body back alight.

He tackled you with his hands wrapped around you. You were flesh to flesh, his lips moving to the space above your breasts, sucking hard before moving onto another are.

“Dont fuck anyone else.” it wasn't sharp like his normal demands, it was almost as if he was asking you not to without making it into a real question.

You almost snorted as he continued making an army of marks that continued to trail lower and lower.

You almost snorted sarcastically.

“Then who the Hell am I supposed to fuck?”

“Me, fuck me.”

You did sarcastically laugh at this one. 

“Don't laugh at me.” he said defensively before sucking a new place by your belly button.

“What? Every few years you’ll swing by and I just have to wait until then?”

“No. Are you even enjoying this anymore or have you now set your focus on calling me out?” he looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Calling you out seems more fun right now.” you were only half joking, all of that hurt hfrom earlier was now festering back up to the surface upon hearing his stupid lies.

“I told you I’d talk, and I will. Trust me.” he sat up and looked down at you.

“I’ve trusted you before and that was shitty.” you argued.

“Then why the fuck are you fucking me now? Why the fuck are you letting me mark you? Why the fuck are you telling me you belong to me?” he shot back.

“BECAUSE I WANT TO PRETEND YOU'RE NOT… NOT...I DON’T KNOW...THE ACTUAL FUCKING DEVIL!” you whisper yelled at him through clenched teeth.

He came down over you and looked you in the eyes for a moment with such a look you thought he might kill you, but instead his voice was quiet and calm.

“If you think I’m incapable of feeling then you’re wrong, you're dead wrong. If I didn’t feel, then why would I want my son? Why have I been watching him grow, watching you love and take care of him and doing my best not to interfere with your time with him. I may not be mortal but I have feelings, I have empathy. Do you understand the shit I have to see and be in charge of? Do you know what it feels like to just want something so pure in good while living in something so fucked? Watching you and our son has been the only sliver of heaven that I’ve ever been able to have.” his arms were shaking as he held himself over you. You had never seen his body show any signs of tiredness or weakness, even his wounds had healed right up. He was shaken talking about this and it was obvious.

It hit you hard. Why would he want to take him? Why did all of this just make sense?

“So please, don’t take this away from me right now. Let me make you cum again, let me just have this for a little longer and we can talk.”

You were stunned. He had felt the same way, he wanted to drag this out just as much as you did, he wanted to cherish this. The question now in the air was, if you both wanted to be together, then why couldn't you?

You yanked him by the hair, forcing his lips to collide with yours. Your tongue clashed with his split one, but it no longer surprised you or made you nervous. While little about him was normal, what was normal anyway? From the moment you saw him as he really was you had thought he was perfect, so why until now had you been wishing for him to be the man you first saw at the bar? Was it because the puzzle piece of his humanity had been missing in an otherwise perfect puzzle?

Your teeth gnashed together as if you were young, new lovers blooming with anticipation, as if you had never touched before now, despite fucking for god knows how long already.

He bit at your already sore lip you had bitten down on, but he wasn't harsh.

“I want you.” you told him meaning more than just how he took it. He reached between both of you and pushed himself into your already abused core, you winced from the ache and the sensitivity.

“Close your eyes” his voice was so quiet you almost didn't hear his instruction.

You closed them though.

“Now imagine me like you.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Humor me.” 

You did, you imagined him like he was the night of the bar, like you had thought of him earlier.

“Now run your hands through my hair.”

With your eyes still closed, you felt for his hair before coming them through the soft, wavy strands. Your eyes opened just to make sure what you were feeling was correct. As you looked at his hornless head, his brown eyes looked down at you. Now you properly looked him in the eyes and now that you could see his irises, you knew now that he was looking right at you, not just at you though. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen with a small smile of amusement.

“I just wanted to have this moment with you, like you. I thought it would mean something to you to not have to look into cold, black pits.” 

The man looking and speaking to you right now was not the devil, he wasn't horrible or evil but neither was the man he was before but you were yet to know why he did the things he did.

You lifted your neck this time to kiss him and his lips chased yours as you laid back onto the pillow. He once again slowly began to thrust, short breaths and quiet moans escaped you both. Your legs entangled around his hips, angling your own body so he could hit just the right place.

“Be with me.” his voice shook as he continued to thrust “I’ll do anything.” he sounded just so weak as if he were pleading.

“I’m already yours, don't pretend you don't know that.”

“Let's have a family then, I’ll stay.” he rested his forehead on top of yours, his eyes were closed, hips still moving hard cut slow as if with each powerful but passionate thrust was a chance to convince you to be with him.

“As-” you could feel yourself coming closer and struggling harder to catch your breath. “As long as you stay.” You knew it, if he went away, if you lost him tonight, nothing would ever feel this good again, you'd never feel this complete for as long as you lived.

“Let's start now on expanding.” you could see his slight smile before his voice turned serious and sultry.” want me to put another baby in you?”

“Please, fuck I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, cum for me one more time.” he picked up the pace with his hips up just a little more. “Let me get you pregnant again.”

He only thrust into you a few more times before you were coming undone underneath him.

“Fuck, I love you fuck fuck fuck.” you moaned as he also let go, burying himself deeper than he already had been.

“I love you, I love you too.” he messily kissed your lips as you felt his last few pumps slow.

Only when he had said it back did you realize you had said it at all. 

You were still breathing heavily as he pulled out and laid down next you. There was silence between you, for a while as you both recovered.

"I said I would talk so here it is."

You decided to just lay there and listen to him.

"I've always known we were supposed to be together, always. There are things I just know, I can't explain it, sometimes I just know destiny and sometimes I don't until certain events happen. Ever since I became the king of hell I've always known that eventually there would be one woman that would bring me to my knees. They call her Lilith, although that's not her name just as satan, the devil, whatever, isn't mine. There have been stories and mythology written about you that just aren't true, much like everything else in my life. When I met your mother, I knew I was fucked. So I stopped you from being able to conceive, how was I supposed to know I was only helping destiny along? When you summoned me I was nervous, although curious as to what you would be like, I never watched you until you began to work on summoning me. I developed a plan. I thought if I just gave you what you wanted and then took it away from you then you would hate me, you would never want to see me again, but yet again I plated into destiny. The moment I saw my son… when I watched you care for him and love him, I-I felt this longing. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to be with you both. I kept my distance and fought against the urge to just drop in and tell you how I felt. I resented you for the power you held over me, but at the same time I wanted to give you your space and let you have your time with him. I was still going to take him but at that point it was out of love. I knew you were still angry with me anyway, rightfully so, I also thought… that you couldn't love someone like me anyway, you were better off with a mortal and I wanted to let you live your life. I watched your pathetic attempts to protect our son from me, at least you thought you were only trying to protect him. You're a good mother, just like yours was. When our son was really little I used to sneak into his nursery and just hold him and stare at him, I could see you in him. The point where I knew I had to step in was the priest. Not only did he treat my son like his, not only did you fuck him and make me jealous but-"

He abruptly wet quiet just as the anger in his voice seemed to pick up.

"I'm sorry." You replied.

"It's not that, it's not any of that that makes me hate him, it's not my jealousy." He still didn't say what it was, but instead he got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" You sat straight up.

"I'm going to shower if that's okay." He replied as he shuffled for the bathroom attached to your room.

"Sure." He was already in there by the time you uttered out your dumbstruck reply.

He had said he would stay, you don't know why him doing average things in your home just astounded you.

You laid back in the bed with the reassurance of him planning to stay and you thought about it all.

At first you asked yourself what your mother would think of this, what she would say. Maybe if she knew everything that he had just told you she simply wouldn't say anything at all. She had been able to love the devil's son and see him for just the little boy he really was, so maybe she would've done the same for the devil himself had she really known him.

You were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the stickiness of his speed leaking out and smearing all over your thighs.

Some part of you was nervous to go into the bathroom with him showering in there, but it was your house.

You ran to the bathroom as fast as it could to keep the cum from dripping everywhere and making a mess on the floor.

You paused as you caught a glimpse of his silhouette through the shower curtain.

His horns had returned, but you didn't look at him as much as his overall shape, you could help your staring.

"I hear your heart again, are you looking at me?" He chuckled and your eyes went wide with the horror of being caught.

"I…"

"Do you want in here with me?"

"...y-yes?" 

"Get in, I promise to just let you shower, no funny business." He offered.

He kept his word though, he did his own thing in the shower and so did you. He did look jarringly beautiful with the water beading on his tattooed skin and muscles, but you didn't know how much more your body could physically handle of him so you kept your hands to yourself.

He got out of the shower before you, you were a little concerned at the silence so you got out soon after.

You found a fresh towel and pajamas waiting for you on the bathroom sink so you quickly dressed.

He just sat there in a white t-shirt and black sweat pants at the foot of your bed. His head was down and he looked to be in deep thought as he stared at the floor. He looked a little sad.

"Have you seen him since you've been here?" You asked curiously, making him finally look up and shake his head.

"Would you like to?"

He seemed shocked by your offer.

"I wouldn't want to wake him…" 

"It's alright, he's a good sleeper, he'll go back to bed… if you want to that is."

"I really really want to, I haven't seen him person to person since he was a newborn."

You led him down the hall and pushed open your son's cracked bedroom door.

His night light dimly lit the form of his little body snuggled in his toddler sized bed.

You let his father take a few apprehensive steps into the room, slowly approaching him before he knelt on the floor by the bed.

You just looked on at the little moment.

He gently pushed his son's shaggy hair from his sleeping face, but caused him to stir.

"Daddy?" You heard your son's sleepy voice ask. You had no idea how he knew it was his father, and from the look on his father's face, neither did he.

"Hey buddy." 

Your son sat up and threw his arms around his father's neck, who promptly picked him up and stood. He wrapped his arms around the little boy, holding him close.

"How did you know it was me?" 

Your son unwrapped his arms from his father and looked at his face.

You saw his lips begin to quiver and his eyes fill with tears as he started to break down.

"Oh no." You whispered as you saw your boy stare at the horns on his father's head.

"Your horns are scaring him." You whispered.

Your son patted the top of his own head as he sobbed in his father's arms.

"Me too, I too."

"Oh." You said as you realized that your son was answering his dad.

"You have them too? That's how you knew, huh?"

Your son nodded to his father and began to cry harder. His dad pulled him back into his body, lightly shushing him and patting his back. He buried his head in the little boy's hair much like you had the day in your car after he was horrifically baptized.

The moment hit you like a train.

He had missed his father all this time, and you had no idea.

"you know I'm always with you, right? You and mommy both." 

Your son nodded into his father's neck, soaking his shirt with tears although his father didn't seem to mind at all.

"I know you hear me sometimes. You know I'm here." 

Your son pulled away from him again to look at him.

"Daddy-" his words were cut off by upset hiccups from crying so hard "no leave."

"I'm not. I'll stay, I promise." 

His father knelt back down on the floor and attempted to lay the boy back in his bed, but his little hands stayed locked around him.

"I'll be here when you wake up, and all of the rest of the days when you wake up from now on, you can let go, I'll be right here."

Your son finally relinquished his hold on his father who pushed more hair from his son's face.

"And mommy?" Your son's eyes look at you now.

"Mommy has always been here, silly." His father then spoke something in a strange language, it might've been the one from your dream after your son was born.

Your son gave his father a nod not just as if he understood, but he did understand this very strange language. You had never heard your son speak it, and you had no idea that he even knew a whole other language, until he spoke it back to his father.

He sat there knelt beside his son's bed until he drifted off to sleep. You watched as he gave him a kiss on his forehead before standing and turning to face you.

You walked into the hall and closed your son's bedroom door when he looked at you with a look of concern.

"There's still more I have to tell you, it's the most important thing."

"You're going to have to trust me, okay?" He asked from his seat on the sofa beside you. "There are things I know and things I don't, you have the power to change destiny, and right now what I'm seeing is someone is going to try to take you away from us, from your family."

"Okay," you tried to patiently follow, ready for him to say anything.

"Namjoon is going to kill you."

"Why's he going to kill me?" 

"I had this deal with his whore grandmother… she wasn't happy with it, it wasn't my fault. It's not my fault mortals are idiots."

"Hey." You firmly snapped at him.

"It's just what I do, I teach lessons. Anyway, I believe Namjoon is going to hurt you and maybe even our son. He can't physically harm me, I'm immortal, but he can hurt the things I care about. Unfortunately, I can't kill him either, I can't kill humans, God's rules. So I can't stop him, there's nothing I can do but pass this to you. It doesn't matter what you do, Namjoon will hunt you down."

"Okay." You simply just sat there looking calm on the outside but terrified on the inside.

"So, y/n… I think it's kill or be killed in this case. If you die, I'm not sure how much I can do to protect our son but take him with me…" 

To hell was what he meant.

You let out a sigh as you stared at the floor and scraped together some kind of plan.

"Take my soul." You offered.

"Why?"

"In case something happens to me, take my soul." You were sure of your decision.

"I'm not taking your soul." He declined.

"Why?" It was your turn now to ask.

"Do you want to go to hell? Do you realize how many eternities you would be tortured down there before I ever found you?" 

"No." You answered both questions and seemed less sure of your offer now.

"I'm not taking your soul. Our son could come and go with me because he has that power, but you, a pure mortal… you would be in more pain than you could ever imagine." 

"But if I killed a man… wouldn't I go anyway?" You pointed out.

"Not if it was out of self defense for you and your family."

"What the fuck am I saying?! I can't kill father Namjoon!" You realized.

"Y/n, I know he's going to kill you, and I don't want to lose you, I'd do anything not to lose you. What about our son? What about our second child?"

Your mouth dropped open.

"Second child? It-we…?"

"It's not just you living in that mortal body anymore. I know, just like I did the moment I gave you our son. You have to live, you have to do this, you have to trust me."  He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers through yours. "I love you and I need you here with us."

"How do I do it?" You gave in.

You were terrified as the phone rang.

You had just left your son with the babysitter and you sat in your car. You were alone but you felt him near you.

"Hey!" Namjoon's voice came through cheerfully and it made you feel sick.

"Hey, I'm not doing so great tonight. Everything is a bit heavy and I kind of want some fresh air. Would you go for a walk with me at the park? I know it's late but…" 

"Of course. The one closest to where you live, right? I'll meet you there in a few."

You thanked him before hanging up.

"I'm sorry you have to do this." He appeared right beside you in the passenger's seat now, but you didn't look at him, instead you spaced out while looking out the window at the dark park. You were nervous, you were trying to ready yourself, you were trying to wrap your head around this situation.

"What happens after? What do I do right after?" You asked.

"I'll take care of everything. No one will know." The grim thought of what that entailed was shadowed by reassurance of only having one task to do. "You just wait in the car, I'll drive us home. I'll take care of you." 

"What if he sees this opportunity to kill me like I do with him?" You asked with your hands shaking in your lap.

"I think he would wait for a moment when our son is with you, pick you off at the same time." 

Your mouth was dry, but you still tried to swallow down the weight of his words.

"But what if I die? You said you don't know all things." You continued to think your worries out loud.

"I also said people can change destiny, they do it all the time." 

"You haven't been able to." Your point made him go silent a moment. It was true, he had been fighting against his destiny with you since before you were born only to end up with you.

"Part of me didn't want to change it, even if I hated it at first. I've always wanted you. The first time I saw you I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from you. The first time you saw me, I just wanted you to look at me that way forever, I didn't care about anything anymore and that was scary. You're my Lilith, my eternal soulmate, there was never any fighting you. There's nothing more powerful than what we have, not me, not god himself."

"What if you're tricking me?" You asked abruptly.

"You really think I would?" His voice sounded hurt and you could feel him looking at you as you said nothing "of course you do, of course you'd think that after what I've done and because of who I am." His voice was soft now like he had accepted that option "I wish I could take back what I did to you, everything I've done to you. I wish I never would've made that deal with your mother, I wish you would've had a family with a normal man, a normal life… what have I done?"

"Like you said" you sighed "it was supposed to happen anyway, it's not all on you. I've suffered for you, and now I'm going to kill for you. Would I be doing that- any of this if I really thought you were tricking me?" You admitted. "Maybe I'm just blinded by you, so in love with you and wanting a family with you that I can't see anything else, you're the devil, it's probably what you do, but what other option do I have anyway?" 

"We could go home." He offered softly. "We could have our family and play pretend until it's ripped away." You could hear him swallow louder than his soft words."Then I'll have nothing, but at least I would've had everything for just a fraction of a moment in my eternal life."

"I'm not going to live forever anyway you know, our son might, but I'm human. I die, and when I do I'm destined to be tortured in hell for eternity." 

"You're not going to hell." 

"How do you know?" You asked partially out of curiosity "I'm in love with Satan, I bare his mark, I bared his child. How much more sinful can I be? You can't sit there and tell me Satan's soulmate is going to heaven."

"God has never let me have anything. If he decides it's your destiny and your time to go, if you're taken from me and I can't have you in life, he's not going to let me have you in death." He explained.

You sat there thinking about what he said and came to the very real conclusion that you were most likely going to die tonight. God wouldn't let him have you, he had already seen that Namjoon would kill you, you were going to die. 

Your eyes began to fill with tears as everything finally began to sink in.

"Please take care of our son." 

"Don't." He snapped at you "Don't you say that shit like I'm going to lose you."

You began to sob, you weren't listening to him.

"You're going to go out there and fuck him up and that's going to be the end of it." His voice was stern, but you were falling apart. You let your head fall onto the steering wheel.

"Why wont you just take my fucking soul?!" You cried in despair and frustration "you have every single fucking thing in my life but that, just take it god damn it! Take it and let me burn until you find me. I will obviously go through anything for you and our son at this point. Just fucking take it." 

"You don't deserve it. I don't deserve you, okay? I've fucking destroyed your life, I'm not dragging this into the timeless afterlife, no matter how badly it hurts. We have one single shot, and this is it. I'm fucking horrible, I'm the worst of the absolute worst, but there’s no way I'm going to be that selfish to let you rot in hell because of me." 

"Please?" Your voice was a desperate squeak as you finally turned to him. "Fuck." You uttered at what you saw.

There was a dark liquid running from his pitch black eyes and down his cheeks.

"Is-is that fucking blood? Are you crying blood?" 

You watched as it pooled at his chin and dropped onto his white shirt.

"Please do everything you can tonight." He ignored your question and begged you.

If you had a doubt that he loved you before, you didn't now. You watched as he closed his eyes.

"God," he began, he didn't seem as though he was talking to you at all "just let me have this, please? I'll do anything. Just let me have my family."

The dark car was suddenly illuminated by headlights coming from behind. You turned to see a car pulling into the parking lot.

"I'll be with you." He spoke as Namjoon parked beside your car.

The passenger's seat was empty when you looked back.

This was it.

You felt for the pocket knife you had put in your pocket upon leaving the house and your adrenaline began to rush through your body.

You willed your weak legs to get out of the car.

You forced a half-hearted smile but did your best not to look him in the eyes.

It was quiet at first as you both started down the dark trail.

"Don't get offended, but you look terrible." 

You hadn't slept since you had gotten your mission yesterday night, your mind felt fried and stressed and tired.

"It's been hard." You were honest about how you felt.

"Why is your lip bruised? Did you get hit?" He pried as you thought back to how hard you had bit it the other night.

"No, I did it, by accident." Although it was the truth, you wouldn't have believed it either with the way you had said it.

"Are-are you seeing anyone? It's been a few days since we talked and-"

"No." You lied quickly.

"If there's anything I can do to help you or your son… I know things are still rough for you…" 

"We'll be okay." 

He gave you a strange look.

"You're not still worried about… him?" You could hear the suspension in Namjoon's voice and you knew you had to say something to extinguish it for now.

"I am, I just don't know what's left to do, I feel so hopeless." You said as you saw the path begin to lead into a more wooded area ahead.

"Don't you feel him right now?" Namjoon asked.

"He's always just… around, I'm used to it. Maybe it's just me at this point." 

"What's that on your neck?" He reached out to see.

You had to do it now, you felt like your mark had given you away.

You stepped back out of his grasp as you quickly took the knife from your pocket and flipped it open. You didn't know if he had time to see it or not before you lunged at him.

He had put his hands up to stop you but the force you had come at him sent him toppling backward. 

You went to plunge the knife into his neck only to feel his hand around your wrist stopping you.

He yelled for help but there wasn't another soul at the park, you had been here awhile waiting, you would know.

You used your other hand to help overpower him, but he was still stronger even with all of this adrenaline and chemicals coursing through your body, even with the image of your family in your mind.

"Stop!" Namjoon yelled at you, but this was too far gone to stop now, your mind was already made up. You knew that if you stopped now then you would be the one who died.

Your arms were beginning to grow tired and your strength was weakening and because of that he was able to shift the point of the knife towards you.

In one last burst of strength you tried to switch the knife's direction back towards him but your muscles just gave out.

You didn't feel the pain of the plunge into your chest at first, but you felt the crack of your ribs at the sheer force. You were in shock, it didn't feel at all like you had just been stabbed. You let go of Namjoon and rolled over onto the cool grass as you tried to process everything.

You could hear Namjoon panicking, sitting over you, trying to help you,  it was confusing.

Why was he trying to help you? He wanted you dead.

"Please? Where are you?" You choked out. It was hard to breathe, you felt like you were drowning as you looked up at the stars.

"Get away from her." It was the only voice you wanted to hear, it had brought you some kind of peace.

You saw Namjoon look at something with wide eyes before leaving your line of vision. His quick footsteps on the ground you lay on got further and further away. 

You continued to choke and gasp.

Jungkook watched in the distance as the knife was turned on you and the blade disappeared in your chest.

It hadn't hurt until now. It was as if you were his voodoo doll. He had never felt pain before, but once he felt the sting, he knew exactly what it was, although his pain came from the inside. Until now he had been watching coldly, waiting for this to happen, knowing you would die.

You had to die, there was no other way you'd let him have his son, there was no way you'd let your son end this world. You were too compassionate, too human, too emotional. You were all the things Jungkook never thought he was. Perhaps you completed him in many ways he only was now able to realize.

He was able to fool you so well, tell you all the sweet things you needed to hear to lead you to your own demise. But why did it only now hurt him? Had it been so easy to lie to you because maybe somewhere deep down in his unbeating heart he knew that maybe you really were the one? He felt as though that as you laid there dying, that you were forcing your most human parts into him, you were cursing him.

He had never actually thought you were his Lilith, his soulmate, not until now as he watched you bleeding out and physically felt it. He felt the weight of every sweet thing and lie he had ever told you pressing on his chest. Your face, the sweet moments, holding you, the guilt of never telling you his name, everything flashed before him. He wondered for a moment if he was dying too.

"I have given you a gift, the gift to feel.Your heart is broken, child. Go to her, be with her in her last breaths before I bring her home."

It wasn't even a voice that Jungkook heard, but it wasn't in his head either. He knew who was speaking to him. He suddenly felt enraged. He wasn't going to let God take you away from him.

"Get away from her." Jungkook boomed making the silly mortal that was panicking over you run at the sight and power of his voice.

Jungkook knelt down beside you and watched as the blood flowed from the corners of your mouth and tears streamed from your eyes.

"He's not going to take you from me! God damn it! Please don't take her!" Jungkook knew you wouldn't go to hell, god himself had said so. You did nothing wrong, you had been fooled by him just like Eve had been, and Eve still went to heaven when she died. He would never see you again and it hit him harder than anything ever had before.

Jungkook  lifted his hand, the one he hadn't unknowingly slipped through your fingers, and produced a flame which gave way to a scroll of paper.

He pulled you into his lap as you continued to choke. He put your hand to your wound and dipped your fingers into your blood.

"It's okay, it's going to be fine, please just sign it, you have to move, sign it." He let go of your hand but it was limp. There was no more choking, only a faint rattling coming from you now.

"Please please just sign the paper." He begged. "I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I did this and I'm so sorry. It hurts so badly, sign the paper, I need your soul, I need to find you." 

Silence.

There was no hummingbird heartbeat, there was no heartbeat at all as he looked into your empty eyes that still looked back at him. Your body lay in his lap with the mark he had given you, but you were gone. 

“But I love you...” it was the first time in his existence that he had said it and meant it. You had never known he didn't mean it, you had never known everything he did was a lie, maybe it was best that way. Despite not feeling any of it before, he felt it now, all at once. If he could do it all over again just to mean it, just to experience those feelings along with you he would. He would have held you longer, cried more, he wouldn't have ever let you do this, he wouldn't have fed you those dreams and lies and he would have protected you. Namjoon never wanted to hurt you.

All Jungkook wanted to do now was hold you, so he did until you grew cold. It wasn't fair he only got to feel this after you were gone as punishment. He wanted to go back, he wanted to start over, but it was too late. What kind of cruel god would gift him with his now?

His chest continued to sting, as his anger continued to fester. He hated everything, God, Namjoon, himself, this horrible fucking mortal world. 

He was going to burn it all. He never wanted to make another deal with any human ever again.

Whilst he couldn't touch these stupid fucking humans, his son could, he was half human.

This wasn't supposed to happen for another few years. He didn't think his son was old enough just yet, but it would have to do, he was still naive enough to destroy humanity on his father's command. All he had to do was show his son what he was capable of, fill him with rage for his dead mother, and watch the world burn. All Jungkook knew was fire and destruction, now his son could learn as well, both of them with a bitterness in their hearts.

Jungkook let out a loud scream of anger and frustration and all of these new feelings that he didn't want that felt like they were internally ripping him apart. 

The entire park was sent up in flames, including your body.

The end was coming early for this world, it was over. He was going to destroy every last one of God's precious creations for making him feel like this.

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 1806

Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🙂

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June 2021

Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"

Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"

Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.

"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.

When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"

He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.

"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."

His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"

The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.

Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.

He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.

"What are you going to wear?"

"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"

"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."

"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"

For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.

Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.

First, his stepmom is not–

Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.

Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.

So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.

Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.

The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.

Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.

Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.

Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.

Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.

Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.

Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.

And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.

Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.

So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.

Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.

So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.

But... Yes, there's a but...

Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.

Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.

Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.

Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.

Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.

And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.

That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.

But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.

And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.

"I can't wait."

"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."

"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"

"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."

"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"

Wait. His mind goes blank.

Fuck.

What? Did he hear right?

As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.

Fuck.

He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.

Fuck.

When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"

Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"

"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"

Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"

But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.

I'll go! I'll fucking go!

He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.

With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."

He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"

Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?

Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."

With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.

Y/N. Fuck.

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