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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Deep End - Six

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.6K

A/n: Okie dokie! I’ve got an epilogue planned but I like this. The epilogue will explain shit better but I've known that this would be the end since pretty much the beginning LMAO

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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When Steve hears you stop struggling, stop fighting and stop crying, he’s nervous.

It’s been a while since he locked you up there, and he really should check on you soon, if only to make sure the baby’s okay after that stunt you pulled.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, eyeing your figure carefully.

You look like you’re asleep. If he wasn't so attuned to your body, your heart and your breathing, he wouldn’t have noticed something’s wrong.

Your heart is beating rapidly, far faster than normal. And it’s weaker than usual.

Your breathing is shallow and strained, and your face is lacking its usual healthy glow.

He rushes to your side, tearing the rope from your wrists and touching your face carefully.

Your skin is hot to the touch, and he feels fear settle in his gut.

He doesn’t know what to do, how to help. He’s never really had to help you like this, the doctor’s always been nearby.

He grabs his phone, calling the doctor and pacing nervously.

“Sh-she’s burning up and her breathing is shallow.”

Steve's stomach drops as he listens to the doctor’s instructions, answers his questions and comes to the realization of why you’re like this.

He rolls you onto your left side, tears welling up in his eyes at how unresponsive you are.

The doctor hangs up after telling the super soldier that he’ll be there soon.

His heart is in his throat as he tries to undo the damage of his punishment, putting the evidence back in the box and kicking the rope under the bed.

You’re still unresponsive, heart weak, but your breath sounds a little less strained.

Monster. That’s what you called him. What Natasha called him and what Bucky’s asset called him.

Maybe you’re right.

But he wants you. He needs you. Giving you up would be giving up a piece of his soul and he’s not ready to do that yet.

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The doctor informs him that both you and the baby are okay, but being on your back for so long was compressing a major vein supplying your baby with oxygenated blood. If he’d gotten there any later it might’ve been too late.

With strict instructions to keep you on your left side and make sure you stay hydrated, the doctor takes his leave.

He stays by your side, holding your hand tightly in both of his as he really comes to terms with the fact that it was entirely his fault. He almost killed you and your baby to prove a stupid point. To discourage you from doing the very same thing.

His heart is heavy in his chest as he listens to your heartbeat get stronger, to the baby’s heartbeat continue fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Those two sounds bring him peace, if only temporarily.

Shattering his peace is the sound of the front door opening, followed by tiny little footsteps clomping up the stairs.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sarah.

Steve shoves himself to his feet and quickly leaves the room just as his daughter tries to enter.

“Sarah, mommy’s sleeping.” She frowns up at him and shakes her little blonde head.

“I need to talk to mommy!”

She walks around his legs only for him to scoop her up in his arms.

“She’s sleeping right now, honey.”

Sarah shakes her head angrily, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders.

“Let me go! I want mommy! Mommy!! Put me down!” She starts shrieking. Full-on screaming bloody murder right in his ear, and he loses his grip on the wriggling child.

She slides out of his arms and runs into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy?” She’s got little tears on her face, and they don’t cease when you don’t wake up.

“Why won’t mommy wake up?!” She looks up at Steve with terror written on her face and it shatters his heart in his chest.

“Sarah, mommy’s sick, okay? I had the doctor come over and he said that she needs to rest and when she wakes up we’re gonna need to make sure she’s got plenty of water, okay?”

Sarah’s big blue eyes are filled with tears and she shakes her head.

“I want mommy!”

She clings to your torso, crying against your shoulder in fear.

“Sarah, honey, mommy’s gonna be okay. You just gotta give her some space, okay? How about I set up a movie for you?” Sarah sniffles and slowly pulls away from you, looking at her father and shaking her head again.

“I want mommy! I hate you!”

Steve then realizes just how crucial you are. How important you are, not only to him but to his daughter as well.

Losing you would hurt so many people.

“Honey, you gotta give mommy and I some space, okay?”

He picks up the five-year-old, despite her quite literally kicking and screaming, and sets her down outside the bedroom.

He shuts the door quickly and locks it even faster.

Sarah stands outside, wailing her head off and pounding on the door with her tiny little fists.

She cries for you, over and over again, and it breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s brought back to what you said about him. About how this isn’t love.

He sits down at your side again, trying desperately to drown out the sound of his daughter crying outside as his thoughts overwhelm him.

He hasn’t been the nicest to you, that he’ll openly admit, and he makes mistakes probably more often than he doesn’t. But he loves you. He needs you.

Tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He’ll make this right. He has to. Sarah deserves a mother, so does your unborn baby. And -though he may not deserve you- he needs you. The monster will be hard to fight, but losing you will be harder.

The damage he’s done might be irreversible, but he’s gonna do what he can to make things right, to give you a better life.

You don’t wake up for a few hours, but when you do you’re confused.

Your back aches and you feel a little dizzy as you remember what happened, how you got here.

Steve watches as you regain consciousness, confusion pulling your brows together before you slowly open your eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

You look up at him then drop your gaze to your belly, bringing your free hand down to rub it gently.

“Am I... are we okay?” He nods gently, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was... I don’t know, trying to teach you a lesson. And all that did was hurt you. Hurt the baby. I wanted to show you that trying to hurt yourself and hurt the baby wouldn’t fly, but I ended up doing far more damage.”

You swallow hard and struggle to push yourself into a seated position, wincing at the throb in your head.

“The doctor said that you shouldn’t move too much, and try to stay on your left side when you sleep. I-I didn't know that sleeping on your back was bad.”

You take a deep breath and look up at him, waiting for the anger to take hold in his eyes but it never does.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. For scaring you and not trusting you. I... I lost you for so many years and now I have you back and... I don’t wanna lose you again. But everything I do to try and keep you close, make you mine... all it does is push you further away and I’m sorry.”

His apology takes you by surprise, and you eye him skeptically.

How are you supposed to know if he’s telling the truth?

He drags one of his hands down his face and for a moment you can truly see just how old Steve Rogers is.

The exhaustion of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders finally shows in the lines near his eyes, the bags beneath them. But what really displays his age is his eyes. They’re so full of trauma and pain and weariness.

For the first time since waking up from the ice, Steve Rogers looks his age.

“I-I’m sorry, too,” you whisper, surprising him.

“I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking. I just... I wanted to punish you for what happened to Natasha. What you did. I wanted you to hurt but I just ended up hurting myself in the process.” You look down at your hands, trying to figure out how you want to phrase what you have to say.

“People argue, Steve. But what you do... it’s beyond that. We’re not... there are so many things wrong with what’s happening between us, what’s happened already, but I can’t leave. Sarah’s too attached and all I want for my little girl is to have a happy life. To have the happiness that was torn from me.”

Guilt settles on his chest, but he lets you continue speaking.

“I want my daughter to have a good life. I don’t want her to be afraid of-of people. The way I am. She loves you, and I know... I think you love her. You haven’t hurt her yet, and I hope it stays that way because at the rate we’re going, I'm not sure how much longer I’ll be able to do this.”

The pure fatigue on your face is more than enough explanation, but the idea of losing you is too much for him to bear.

“No, don’t say that. I’m gonna get better, okay? We-we were happy once. And we can do it again. I’ll be gentle and patient. I just... I need you, (Y/n). I need you a lot and the fact that you have such a tight hold over my every thought makes me angry. But I’m not gonna take it out on you anymore, okay?”

You let out a deep breath and eye him carefully.

“You’ve said that before.”

He thinks back to the time you spent in that cabin in the woods, where you turned his friends against him.

He has said that before, and look at where he is now.

“This time it’ll be different.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him. So if he’s gonna try, fine.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping she’s still safely out with Morgan.

Steve’s face falls again and he stands up and opens the door to your bedroom.

Sarah sits crumpled in a ball, her cheeks covered in tears.

“Mommy!” She all but screams the word, launching to her feet.

Steve tries to take her hand but she yanks it away from him, shooting him a glare then running to the bed and climbing up beside you.

Your heart breaks when you see how sad she looks, and you hug her to your chest.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay.” She sniffles and climbs onto your lap, climbing to you like her life depends on it.

You wonder what happened while you were unconscious, what Steve did to upset her so much, and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

You look at the man, your thoughts written plainly across your face, but he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I just told her she couldn’t come in. Not ‘till you woke up. She uh... she stayed right outside the door.”

You soothe your daughter, rocking her as much as you can manage with the pain rolling down your spine.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You hold her close to you, trying to calm her down while Steve looks on helplessly.

Although his daughter loves him, loves being here with him, nothing can compare to the bond that the two of you have.

The monster in him hates it. Hates that he’s not as close to his own daughter, blames you for it. But he pushes that part of himself down.

He made a promise. And this time he’s not gonna break it.

"Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asks for the thousandth time.

You only shrug, fixing your hair in the mirror as the doorbell rings.

“It’s a little too late now, Steve. Besides, I don’t really care. Sarah’s gonna have fun and that’s all that matters.”

Your daughter took a few days to warm up to Steve again, but now that she has he’s not gonna risk anything changing that.

He takes one last look at you, at how pretty you look in your blue sundress, then leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I love you, (Y/n). I can send them away.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sarah’s excited. Besides, I wanna know what we’re having.”

You plaster on a forced smile and it breaks his heart, but he turns and heads downstairs to greet the guests.

Ever since you got hurt, he’s been nicer. Far gentler than he's ever been with you, and you’re not complaining.

Steve has the potential to be a good person, that much is obvious, but he chooses not to.

He hasn’t hurt you again, or even yelled at you. No, he’s been patient and understanding and it’s such a sharp contrast from who he was before.

You can hear him greeting the guests warmly, chatting on and on about this and that and whatever else.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you leave the faux safety of the bedroom and head down the stairs, smiling at your guests.

People that you’ve never seen before are in your house. Well, that’s not true. You’ve seen them on TV.

The Avengers are in your living room and kitchen, talking softly amongst themselves.

In the presence of these superheroes, you feel small. Weak. And you can’t fight the urge to find Steve as anxiety crawls up your spine.

He’s in the kitchen, talking animatedly with Tony Stark and Sam Wilson. Iron Man and Falcon.

He looks so at ease, his face split open with a laidback grin.

Sam’s eyes find yours and he says something to Steve, making the blond turn to you with a soft smile.

He waves you over and you obey, one hand resting delicately on your bump.

“Sam, Tony, this is my (Y/n). (Y/n), Sam and Tony.” You nod politely at them, sliding your clammy hand into Steve's nervously.

You haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman who’s got Captain America so hooked! All he does is talk about you,” Sam says, a grin on his face.

You smile at him, looking up at Steve.

He nods encouragingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles to try and ease your anxiety.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. About both of you.” Tony smiles looking down as someone tugs on his pant leg.

“Can I have a sleepover at Sarah’s house?!” Morgan asks excitedly, her little face full of glee.

“You’re gonna need to go ask your mother. You know she makes all the decisions.”

Tony’s gaze lifts to yours when his daughter runs to find her mom.

“Is it alright if she sleeps over tonight?”

Steve nods then looks at you.

“You alright with that?”

You’re not sure if it’s a real choice or a test, but you don’t want to find out.

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.”

Tony nods with a smile, then resumes whatever conversation they were having before you showed up.

You tune out what they’re saying, carefully rubbing over your stomach and poking at your baby whenever they decide to kick you.

“(Y/n)? Did you wanna help me set the food up outside?” Pepper’s voice breaks you from your trance, her hand coming to rest softly on your shoulder.

You look up at Steve, silently asking for permission, but he just leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and lets go of your hand.

You follow Pepper, setting up the table in the backyard silently for a while before she clears her throat.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)? Sarah told us you were sick.”

You swallow hard and give her a tight smile.

“I’m feeling better. Tired all the time but this little devil is to blame for that.” You poke your belly only to be met with another kick.

Pepper nods, smiling at you.

“Are you excited?”

That question throws you for a loop.

Are you? Are you excited to have another baby?

You’re excited for Sarah to have a sibling. Excited to get to hold your baby and love your baby. But the reason why you’re having the baby in the first place? The father of your baby? No.

“Yeah, I am. A little nervous, too.”

She sits down by your garden, patting the seat next to her.

“You look tired, (Y/n). More tired than a mother should be. You’re wearing yourself thin.” You keep your lips sealed, not wanting to say anything that might make Steve mad.

She sighs and sets a gentle hand on your knee.

“I don’t know what your... relationship is with Steve, but I know you’re unhappy. He’s a good guy, deep down. But you need to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work yourself to the breaking point because it’ll be even harder to build yourself back up. Especially with a brand new baby.”

You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“It��s just hard. I’m trying but... it’s hard.”

As you talk softly with Pepper, Steve observes the two of you.

You look so sad, so defeated. He hates that he made you look like that.

“She’s unhappy, Steve.”

He turns to the voice, eyebrows raising.

“Wanda. I didn’t know if you’d make it.” He pulls her into a hug. “I heard about what happened in Westview... Wanda, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She sighs, pulling away with a sad smile.

“No. But I will be.” Her eyes travel back over to you for a moment, feeling the pain and the sorrow in your soul.

“Do you think she’ll ever be happy here? With me?” Wanda sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, feeling your thoughts, your energy.

“It’s hard to tell. Right now she’s so... numb. Nothing but sadness and... hopelessness. Her spirit is crushed, Steve.” She reopens her eyes and turns to the blond.

“You can’t keep her here like this. It’s only a matter of time before she gets fed up and tries to do something drastic. Again.”

Steve knows. He fucking knows that. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to lift your spirits.

He's given you more freedom, let you make more decisions for yourself. He’s been gentler with you, hasn't forced himself on you.

Not forcing himself on you isn’t something to gloat about, but given the history between the two of you, it’s something fairly major.

He just wants to keep you in his life. He needs to keep you in his life.

He turns to the young woman beside him, a thought bubbling into his mind.

“Could you... do something to make her happy? Make her enjoy her life here? Make her love me again?”

Wanda’s mouth curves down as she looks at you, watches you play with your daughter and Morgan.

“Steve, it’s not right.”

The blond lets out a pained breath, shaking his head desperately.

“I just want happiness, Wanda. Don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I suffered enough to deserve a happy ending?”

Wanda’s eyes glow red with sorrow as she’s reminded of her own happy ending that she had to give up.

She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking over at his desperate blue eyes.

“We don’t always get what we deserve. It’s hard and it hurts, but we can't control everything. And at some point, we need to let go. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. We can’t hurt other people because of what we think we deserve.”

They both look back over to you, your own eyes already on the pair, but dropping as soon as you see them turn to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do that.”

Tears stab at his eyes and he huffs out a breath through his nose, turning on his heel and walking away from the party, from his friends.

His abrupt departure catches the attention of a few people, yourself included. Before you can get up and see what’s going on, Bucky’s on his feet and heading into the house.

The woman Steve was talking to makes her way over to you, smiling gently.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Wanda.” You smile at her, eyes darting towards where Steve disappeared from then back to her.

Bucky re-emerges only a few moments later, shaking his head at Natasha when she gives him a quizzical look.

You turn to Wanda with a strained smile.

“Could you just watch Sarah for a minute? And make sure she has something to eat? The foods ready.” She nods, watching with sad eyes as you walk back into the house to see what’s wrong with Steve.

“Steve?” You call softly, looking around for him only to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I have what I want?” His question catches you off guard and you move to stand in front of him.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling his hands off of his face to grab yours, holding them tightly.

His lips brush over your knuckles gently, before he presses the back of your hands against his forehead, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“This isn’t right.”

Your heart races in your chest, stomach tying in knots as you try to figure out what he’s talking about.

“What are you talking about? Is everything okay? Did... did I do something wrong?” Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Pepper earlier. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and smiled.

“I can’t keep you here.”

One sentence. Five words. Sixteen letters.

That’s all it takes to have your heart stuttering.

“What... what do you mean you can’t keep me here?” You try your hardest not to let your hopes get too high. Maybe he’s going to kill you. Maybe that’s what it is. It’s certainly something more up his alley than... the alternative.

He slowly raises his head, teary red eyes staring up into yours.

“You know what I mean.”

You shake your head, needing to hear him say it himself.

“What are you saying, Steve?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, the words hurting him but he needs to say them.

“You're free to go. You and Sarah.”

The breath gets knocked from your lungs, eyes wide as tears start to blossom. This is a trap. A test. It has to be. There’s no way...

“You’re letting us go?” You ask softly.

He sighs again, nodding as tears find their way down his cheeks.

“Yeah... I guess I am.”

You’re silent, staring at him and waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, to punish you. But he doesn’t. No, instead he lets go of one of your hands and stands up, his chest almost brushing yours.

“You said I don’t love you... but I do. I love you. Or maybe I love the idea of you, I don’t know. But either way... I hate how sad you are. How sad and afraid I make you. You're free to go wherever you want.”

You’re practically hyperventilating.

After all this time, you never truly thought he’d ever let you go. That he’d have even a shred of decency left inside him.

He cups your hands together and carefully places something inside them, then turns and walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

You stand silently, staring at the object in your hands until standing becomes too hard and you think you may throw up.

Then you sit down, silent tears trekking down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)?” You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the couch, staring at your hands, but Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Where’s Steve?”

You stare up at her then look back down at the tiny, life-changing object in your hands.

“He let us go,” you whisper, your glossy eyes raising to hers again.

She looks half as shocked as you feel.

“What?”

You sniffle then wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“He’s letting us go,” you repeat, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your bump.

“Really?” You nod, eyes finding the backyard through the kitchen window.

Sarah and Morgan are playing outside with Sam and Wanda.

“What are you gonna do?”

Your heart is so full of confusion, full of pain and hurt.

“I’m gonna go cut the cake, then have a talk with Sarah.” She nods, a small smile on her face.

She heads back outside and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you go out and face Steve’s friends.

You toy with the dainty thing he dropped in your hands before nodding to yourself.

This is what’s right. It’s the right choice for both of you.

You entertain his guests for a few more hours, not wanting to clue them into anything in case they disagree with your decision, with Steve’s.

Only after the presents are given and the cake is almost completely devoured do they finally start to leave.

Wanda helps you tidy up the backyard, writing her phone number down with a soft smile and a whispered ‘if you ever need a friend’.

Everyone bids you goodbye until only Bucky and Nat are left, the metal-armed soldier staring intently at your left hand before a smile spreads across his face.

He surprises you, pulling you into a gentle hug and nodding his head.

“Congratulations, (Y/n).” You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but for some reason, you don’t think it has anything to do with the baby shower.

They leave too, and then you’re virtually alone, Sarah and Morgan asleep upstairs.

After cleaning up every last inch of the house, you head upstairs to go to sleep.

Steve isn’t home until after midnight, long after he lets his tears run dry and his heart stop shattering. It just aches now. Hurts.

He let you go. He really did it.

Deep down he knew this would be the outcome. Either this or your death, but he never wanted to accept it. Refused to admit it to himself.

But seeing Wanda... after all that she’s been through... and she’s still standing strong.

He takes his shoes off and drops his keys on the kitchen counter, freezing in his tracks when he sees the covered plate of cake with his name written on it.

The batter is blue.

A boy.

He’s gonna have a son.

A son that he’ll never get to meet. He’s given you freedom, and he doubts you’ll let him be a part of your child’s life after all that he’s put you through.

He slowly makes his way upstairs, his heart hurting when he sees no sign of your things in the pristine house.

When he pushes open the bedroom door he freezes in his tracks.

There you are, sleeping in his bed. No bags are packed, nothing is out of place, and the dainty diamond ring sits on your finger.

You’ve made your choice, he realizes, his heart jumping for joy in his chest.

He sheds his clothes then climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms and sighing heavily.

Maybe Wanda was wrong.

Maybe he’ll get his happy ending after all.

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raspberryhell · 2 years

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Azu with number 47 please!

Necromantic - 暁Records

A zombie-themed love song, so of course I had to add some undead Sasha to go with Azu <3

[Video ID: a 29 second animatic of Sasha Racket and Azu from the AP podcast Rusty Quill Gaming. The whole video is kept in various shades of pastel pink and is set to the song “Necromantic” by “暁Records“. The Animatic opens with a sketch of the Heart of Aphrodite, a heart-shaped diamond set in an open seashell. The lyrics “Doki Doki Waku Waku” appear on-time with the song to the left and right of the sketch. Next, the video shows a sketch of Sasha - a white woman with short hair and a scar on her cheek. She is wearing a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders and and cuffs. Sasha “floats” to the left while her shadow “floats” to the right. The accompanying line of lyrics has been translated and reads “my heart races, the one who stole my heart is -” before cutting to the word “you” as the only thing on the screen. The Heart of Aphrodite with “Doki Doki Waku Waku” follows, before the video cuts to Azu, a black orc with a shaved head, wearing plate armour. Azu and her shadow also both “float” across the screen while the translated lyrics “my heart throbs, please play with my heart -” are shown. The next screen only reads “one more time” before the “Doki Doki Waku Waku” animation returns. Then, Sasha is staring intently at the real Heart of Aphrodite floating above her hands and the lyrics “My heart races, I want you to come see me soon -” can be read, followed by a lyrics-only frame reading “Necromantic” with the “romantic” part underlined with a little heart. The “Doki Doki Waku Waku” animation returns again before we see Azu staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a replica Heart of Aphrodite necklace dangling from her right hand, while the lyrics “My heart throbs, a world with only you and I” are shown, followed by a lyrics-only screen reading “Romantic”. While the outro plays, the credits are shown: “Song - Necromantic by Akatsuki Records, Video by Raspberry”. /End ID]

#rusty quill gaming #rqgaming #rqg #rqg azu #azu #rqg sasha #sasha rackett #azusasha #rqg animatic #how about that #moving pictures #you hit a bullseye of a song and character combo i already have thought about very much >:)#very happy with how this turned out idc if its midnight or this doesnt show up in the tags again bc im super proud of it anyway #i know i say like 'oh this was so fun to draw and edit' all the time but this was actually SO FUN to draw and edit THANK YOU #also (All According To Keikaku voice)#editors note: 'doki doki' and 'waku waku' are onomatopoeias for a heart beating fast and for feeling excitement #gay people <3 #ask

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noxshade · 3 years

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Doki Doki ★ Waku Waku

My heart races, the one who corroded my heart is Y - O - U

My heart throbs, why won’t you say you love me?

My heart races, love me even if I break you - NECROMANTIC

My heart throbs, you want me to break you too, right? Because that’s ROMANTIC

Necromantic【暁Records公式】

#touhou #gifset #yoshika miyako #seiga kaku #Akatsuki Records #Necromantic #touhou project #NoxContent

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ambermondy · 3 years

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Title: Doki Doki Connection

Pairing: Male!Monika x Fem!Reader

Wc: 1195

Art by: MisterZei

Doki Doki Connection Masterlist: 🖋

Main Masterlist: 🍫

Chapter 1:

"Y̶̰̰̘͙̜̍̃͠/̸̧̱̓̐N̷̨̲͐."

He called out your name but the buzzing was too loud for you to hear him.

"A̴͓̪̹̖̓͋͌r̶̠̠͗̅̒ė̵̲̲̣̋̎̈́́ ̶̩̺̑̔̋̾̈́ẏ̴͔͉̬̤̳͂͒o̸̼̝͕̹͊ủ̶̧͆̓ ̴̞̓̾̀̎̆ō̸̭̠̳̾̐̿ķ̸̗͓̤͌̈́͜a̴͒͗̈́̐͜ý̶̖̼͋͠?̸͔̙͌̆͂̄"

It was just a game. Everything was just a game. You weren't supposed to be here. Why is this happening? Your head throbbed in pain, you hands were shaking; you were hyperventilating.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to catch the most rational thoughts in your head. You felt arms wrapped around you as the strenght left your knees. You grasped the fabric of Satori's vest.

"Ȁ̸̬̉r̷̪̊e̷̙͐̑ ̸̢́͌y̵̭̹͒o̵̥͝ṷ̶͈̉-̸̡̑̇"

Is this what Monika felt when she had her own epiphany?

You felt Satori running his fingers through your h/c hair, tightening his embrace more. "Everything's going to be okay," he softly whispered on your ear.

A few minutes passed by, your breathing finally returned back to normal, the jumbled thoughts in your mind slowly connecting into places regarding all the sequence that happened to you this morning.

"Let's go home," he stated, looking at you with teary eyes as he gently caressed your cheek.

He's worried about you and you can clearly see that on his actions and his words. Everything still seemed unclear to you, thousands of questions continued to pop inside your mind.

"No," you remarked. "Let's just go to class, w better hurry or else we'll be late." You quickly moved your body to escape from his embrace and turned your head away.

"But you're-"

"Satori, please," you insisted.

"I-" he stopped. "Fine."

You smiled. "Thank you."

The walk to school was silent, literally, and it terrified you. The 'people' who you thought was walking in the background suddenly disappeared, it's as if everything was just a figment of your imagination —undeniably, it is.

Everything was just a piece of coding, scripted by the horrible crutches of the game's system. The only real people you could talk to is Satori, Yuri, and... Monika.

As if encountering a traceback error in your brain, you froze. Wait. Satori? Isn't he supposed to be Sayori?

And if you're MC, shouldn't you be a male?

How did you even get here in the first place?

Are you reincarnated, or transmigrated?

You know that you can't trust the past memories embedded into you brain, if you're going into what Monika said in the game's third act, it could be just a ploy since you're the game's MC.

"We're here," said a voice.

You looked up and saw Satori giving you a sad smile. You felt your heart ache, seeing the light dimmed from his eyes. Right. Satori, just like the original Sayori, has depression.

You swore to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to not let him suffer the fate the original character had.

Even if it takes deleting Monika again.

For some unknown reason, you felt like someone stab you with a knife straight to chest at the thought of deleting your comfort character, Monika.

"O-oh, thank you." You gave him a determined smile. He nodded and turned to face the way where his class is supposed to be, only to be stopped when you reached out for his sleeves.

He turned to you with confusion written on his eyes. Seriously, with all the knowledge you have in your mind, you already predicted that Satori would be using that expression most of the time.

"About the Literature Club," you started. "Come and fetch me after class, I don't know the way to your clubroom."

His eyes lightened up, a huge smile plastered across his face. "You decided to join?"

You chuckled at his expression, feeling a bit of weight disappearing from your shoulders. "Yeah, you know that I'm an avid reader so I guess the literature club would be a great thing for me to start."

Your eyes widened as he scooped you in for a tight hug, burying his face on your neck. "I'm so glad you decided to join. You'll finally meet new friends, you'll have a wider choice of people to hang out with."

You froze at his statement. It might seemed innocent, but knowing how Sayori acts in the game, you know that there's a hidden meaning. You hugged him back, pulling him against you tighter.

"Even if I have a lot of people to hang out with, you'll be my number one, Satori. You're irreplaceable, okay? So don't let those sad thoughts linger in your head," you whispered, giving his back a comforting rub.

He pulled away with wide and teary eyes. "How did you-"

You gave him a boop in the nose to cut him off. "You're my best friend. I know you more than anything in this world."

"I-I- thank you, Y/N."

You chuckled. "Anything for you, Satori."

The bell suddenly rang, starting the both of you. "Oh, crap! We're going to be late! See you after class, Satori!"

He laughed. "See you!"

You both ran to your classroom.

I̶̳̾n̸͈͒ ̴̱͌m̸͚̄y̴̹͛ ̸̛͜ḥ̷̀ạ̷̛n̷̥͛d̴͙̔,̸̮̕ ̴͍̆i̵̫͂s̷̜̕ ̶̦͋a̷͙͠ ̴̙̂p̴̣̔e̷̖͝n̴̖͆ ̸̘̚t̷̬͑ḣ̵͓å̵̘ṯ̸͋ ̷̗͝w̴͕͒i̶͉͝l̶̪͊l̸̻̐ ̷̥̎w̶͇̿r̸͚͆i̴̛̻t̸̞͒e̴͕͌ ̵̪͑ả̵̩ ̷̳͒p̵̜̓o̷͎̚e̸͉͆m̶͇̂ ̴̟́ò̶ͅf̷̡̆ ̷̩̚m̵̥͋e̵̢̛ ̸̞̾å̵̰n̷̼͐d̸̮͂ ̴̫͂y̶̞͛o̶̰͝ṷ̷̈.̵͈̽

#male doki doki literature club #doki doki literature club #ddlc #just monika #moniko x reader #monika #natsuki #yuri #sayori #yuki #satori #moniko #naruki #x reader

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pinky-in-blankets · 13 days

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GUYS.

GUYS I HAD THE BIGGEST BRAIN EVER

LISTEN.

Listen. Okay?

For those who participate- consider your preping for Artfight (or any competition, really.) And your just like getting ready and stuff and then you see it.

Your F/o comes to you and they're just. Standing there. Fidgeting with something in their hands. Avoiding eye contact. Your trying to figure out what is up with them. What's wrong???

Then they just.. Hold out a delicate laced Hankerchief out to you, their face and cheeks turning a soft tinted red as they fumble with their words, explaining how they read that whenever their beloved went off to compete in competitions, It was tradition to give them a trinket of their affection for good luck; A Hankercheif.

YOUR F/O. WENT THROUH THE TROUBLE OF FINDING ONE OF THOSE SO THEY COULD WISH YOU LUCK IN THE COMPETITION. WHO KNOWS HOW OR WHERE THEY GOT IT. THEY GOT IT FOR YOUU.

*screaming*

It doesn't even matter anymore if you win or loose this is going to be kept forever they are never getting this back again.

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Proship/Comship DNI.

#{ doki doki!; heart throbs }#{ imagine if; prompts }#self ship imagine #self shipping imagines #self ship #self shipping community #self ship community #self shipping #f/o imagine #f/o imagines #fluff #f/o community #(( I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL ABOUT KNIGHTCORE ))#(( BRO FORGET ME DOING IT FOR THEM I WANT THEM TO DO THAT FOR MEEEE ))#(( COULD YALL IMAGINE?? A TRINKET OF AFFECTION? IM ABOUT TO GO TO WAR AND THEY'RE BEING SO CUTE??? ))#(( BRO I WOULD SURVIVE JUST SO I CAN COME BACK TO ADORE THEM RAAAA ))

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i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry · 2 years

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enjoying harvest moon/story of seasons/stardew valley/rune factory!sagau thoughts. just wanna have simple easy life w/ my babies <3 all the characters just being bachelors/bachelorettes and living the slow life with them, bringing them little presents that make their hearts go doki doki, being the town heart throb purely bc you're the one who reaches out to understand them the best <3 i just want???? i can't even communicate the feeling properly???? fdjskjgdsgjik it's just the watercolor splash with glowing flecks of white <3

#slimegod.speaks #i should check how rune factory 5 is coming along #i forgot it existed lmaoo #it might actually be out by now i think i stopped looking at it in 2020

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auntieclimactic · 2 years

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Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso Vampire AU Part II

Ted’s fangTASTIC adventure, continued from here. Features bloodsucking, erections, and Ted’s one brain cell.

“Go on now,” Ted said, nodding down at where Trent still had Ted’s wrist cradled in his hands. “Take what you need.”

Trent exhaled harshly, adjusting his grip so that one hand was holding Ted’s wrist and the other cupping his elbow, keeping him firmly, but gently, in place. “Right, okay, just, let me know if anything starts to feel unpleasant.”

“Okie dokie, artichokie,” Ted agreed cheerfully, relaxing back in his seat, getting comfortable.

Trent rolled his eyes, but he was bringing Ted’s wrist up to his mouth, lowering his head, and opening his mouth. Ted caught a quick flash of those razor-sharp canines before he felt them, piercing through his skin like a needle. The sting had Ted biting back a hiss, fighting against the initial reflex to pull away, but it faded almost as quickly as it appeared, replaced with the sensation of warm, wet suction.

Trent’s eyes were closed, and his mouth (that gorgeous mouth) was sealed over his wrist. Ted could see his throat working, swallowing down what Ted was giving him. The sight and feel of it created a pleasant, euphoric tingling, traveling up his arm, down his chest, and directly into his groin.

“Oh,” Ted whispered, and Trent’s eyes shot open, boring into Ted’s. “It’s fine,” Ted reassured him, breathless at the vision of Trent staring at him like that — pupils blown, lips stretched around him. “Hunky-dory, a-okay, all good in the hood.”

Trent narrowed his eyes at him, and for one terrifying moment Ted thought he was going to pull back, remove his mouth and call the whole thing off for Ted’s sake. Ted moved before he knew what he was doing, placing his free hand over Trent’s on his elbow, linking their fingers together.

“I’m okay,” Ted told him, accent molasses-thick, even to his own ears. “Don’t you worry about me. Just focus on you, darlin’.”

Trent’s fingers clutched his, grip around his wrist tightening, and he made a low sound in the back of his throat — rougher than a groan and not quite a growl, but halfway in between. The suction returned in earnest, moving through him like an electric current and turning him inside out with the pleasure of it. He was rock hard in his pants, dick straining against the fabric of his sweatpants.

There was a part of Ted that screamed at him, telling him he should be ashamed to be reacting this way, that he was forgetting his manners and embarrassing himself in front of his friend. That part sounded suspiciously like his mother, so Ted tuned right out of that station and focused on the important bit: his friend.

He turned that word over and over in his mind, thinking about all the times he caught himself staring at Trent’s profile, watching the wry twist of his mouth and raking over the narrow shape of his hips. He thought about the way his heart thudded in his chest whenever Trent strolled into his office to lean against his desk and berate him for something or other, he never really could remember what — too distracted by how Trent seemed to fill up the room and steal the air from his lungs. Ted remembered how he felt when he finally worked out that Trent was slowly starving right in front of Ted’s eyes, and how the idea of it made him manic, twitchy and restless, unable to sleep until he’d found the donation consent forms online — signing them in front of the notary without a second thought.

And there was the small factor of how hard his cock was throbbing, twitching in his pants, desperate for friction.

Sometimes untangling the web that was his psyche could take Ted a while, but he usually got there in the end.

“I’m a big ol’ dummy,” Ted declared in a dazed sort of tone, right as Trent pulled off him with one final, hard suck that had Ted struggling to keep his hips still — clamping his hand around Ted’s wrist and applying light pressure to the marks he’d left there. “Been paddling with one oar in the water this whole time.”

“It’s perfectly normal, Ted, I promise,” Trent was saying, talking fast. His pupils had shrunk back down and his canines retracted, but he was still a little wild-eyed. “People have all kinds of reactions. It doesn’t have to—”

Ted wasn’t listening. He was too distracted by the flush of Trent’s cheeks, his normal color already returning, and the way Trent was licking instinctively at his lips, trying to clean himself off and capture the traces of Ted left around his mouth.

“Uh, you missed a spot,” Ted said, mindlessly reaching out and touching the corner of Trent’s mouth with his thumb. At the same moment, Trent’s tongue darted out, catching Ted’s thumb right as it slid over the small smear of blood left there.

They both froze, staring at each other. Trent was watching Ted with a panicked expression, as if he half-expected Ted to run out of the office like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels, and that wouldn’t do, not at all. Ted released the shuttery breath he’d been holding and slowly, deliberately, slid his thumb into Trent’s mouth, stroking the pad along Trent’s tongue. Trent’s eyelids fluttered, and then, just as slowly and deliberately, he closed his lips around Ted’s thumb and sucked.

TBC - full story coming soon(ish) to an AO3 near you.

#trent crimm/ted lasso #Trent Crimm #Ted lasso #my fic #fic in progress #vampire au #working title: Ted's fangTASTIC adventure #this is what i did instead of sleeping last night #full moon insomnia is a bitch #but it keeps me productive

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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How would Yandere Kirishima react to Y/N talking about her fat crush of him to her friends? But he was behind Y/N and as Y/N turn around. "Oh Hi Kirishima!" Then she runs, open the fucking window. Y/N fucking jump out of the window. Everytime Kirishima tries to talk to Y/N. Y/N fucking runs because the embarrassment. (I JUST WANT SOME FUCKING CHAOS!)

FOR soME reaSON THE Cut IS NOt WOrkINg!!! very ANGEREY. It will cut off right underneath the request and you can’t see ANYTHING I write. very unnattractive, o stars, absolutely NOT cash money. I am still new at this so if someone could PLEASE hit me over the head and let me know what the FRICKLE FRACK I’m DoInG!!!! that’d be great. Luv u all pls drink water UwU

udsfuidsg okay LISTEN

Man, he was unsure if you liked him before. He’d try to be subtle, to not creep you out by being too touchy or clingy or needy. It was so hard for him to not hover around you, drawn like a fly to the sweetness of you. Sometimes he couldn’t resist hanging close to you, sneaking up on you when you were talking to friends, plopping himself down next to you at lunch when you weren’t paying attention. Kirishima loved, he adored the way you would blush and stutter, tripping over your words and your feet. One time you had almost fallen down a flight of stairs, and he got to scoop you to safety. It was heavenly to have you in his arms. Too bad you had squeaked and pushed at his biceps, bolting away the second your feet touched the ground.

Now? After hearing you confess how cute and strong and manly you thought he was to your little group of friends? He was going to go crazy.

He’d try to approach you, tell you about his feelings for you and how you made his heart (and dick tbh) go doki doki everytime he saw you. Unfortunately, you always had to leave the exact second you saw him, dashing towards the door like Usain Bolt, scrambling to stuff your books in your backpack, shoving food in your mouth so you could put your tray back. If Kiri didn’t know any better, he’d say you were trying to avoid him.

Kirishima would think up so many romantic and sweet ways for him to bare his heart to you, because he was a perfect, sappy gentleman like that. He imagined finding you in the rain, water cascading around you both as he confessed, and then the two of you would kiss.

It would be oh-so-perfect if you stumbled into him after a late-night bathroom trip, in your cute pajamas, hair messy and squinty-eyed from sleep. He could confess then, and you’d give a shy smile and fall into his arms and he’d kiss your soft, plush lips.

His heart throbbed when he thought of telling you his feelings during a heated training session. He’d do it while you two were grappling on the ground, rolling around, sweaty from exertion. He’d have you pinned beneath him, get to watch you blush and grin as he leaned down to kiss you.

A lot of his fantasies ended with the redhead kissing you.

That’s why it was so frustrating, to see you run from him, from his love. If you liked him back, why were you avoiding him? He wanted to hold you, tell you how pretty you were and how long he’d waited for you. If only you’d let him.

It reached a breaking point one day when Kiri went to recovery girl for a sore tooth. He had been clenching and grinding them in frustration pretty frequently, his irritation at you avoiding him translating into a physical tic. When he stepped into the room, he saw you sitting on the exam table, chatting to Deku.

Deku, of course, was hurt again. It looked like a toe was broken this time, his leg stretched across your lap as recovery girl bandaged his toe. You seemed to be completely fine, probably had just helped Deku limp to the office so he could get bandaged up.

And Kirishima was normally a pretty mellow guy; he loved his friends! But seeing you so buddy-buddy with Deku made him want to punch something. Something green and breakable. At least the situation trapped you, and while it wasn’t ideal, maybe Kirishima could finally key you in on how he felt about you.

The second you saw him you jumped, accidentally knocking over Recovery Girl as you sprang from the exam table, Deku’s leg flinging off your lap and to the side, straight into the counter. Various cries of pain were shouted, both from Deku and poor Ms. Recovery Girl, and you stood there, mouth open, absolutely horrified at what you had done. But then you had remembered Kirishima, still standing in the doorway, blocking your exit.

It would be so cute, watching you open and close your mouth like a fish blowing bubbles.

Until you fainted.

Now Kirishima had to worry about making up some bullshit excuse to tell Deku and Ms. Recovery Girl so they wouldn’t worry about you. It was disgustingly easy for him to claim to be your boyfriend, and that you just had gotten hit with a bout of low blood sugar that had been exacerbated by your excitement at seeing your loving S/O. They both bought it (Deku wasn't close enough to know either way and recovery girl could care less), and Ms. Recovery Girl had let Kirishima carry you out of her office after she had made sure you didn’t hit your head on anything when you passed out.

Kirishima promised to go put you straight to bed, and fill you with good food and plenty of water as soon as you woke up.

He didn’t specify whose bed.

He was just so happy that you couldn’t avoid him anymore! Kiri had missed your adorable face, and spent the better part of the afternoon staring at it. His breath caught each time he remembered that you were in his room, tucked into his bed.

Hopefully you wouldn’t be too weirded out when you woke up, wearing Kiri’s clothes. He just couldn’t resist the intense need to see you swaddled in his Crimson Riot hoodie. Getting to strip you down and see every inch of your beautiful body was just another, very much appreciated mid plus.

He would be so happy, you were finally together! Well, maybe just in the same room, but still!

Punishing you for ignoring him could wait until later

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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Sacrifice

Chris Redfield x Sherry Birkin fic

Summary: Chris and Sherry were on their way through the Rocky Mountains to meet up with Leon for an upcoming mission, but when they stop for the night at a quaint inn, Chris disappears in the middle of the night. The leaves Sherry to find him and rescue him from whatever may have happened to him. All the while trying to figure out how to tell him how she feels about him.

Warnings: kidnapping, cults, human sacrifice, bad puns, violence, blood.

For @lyndibs

Chris always insisted on driving. It was his one thing he did that he wouldn't let anyone else do. She figured it was a Chris thing. Kind of like how she was always had her eggs sunny side up.

In this instance she didn't mind too much. It was the middle of the night and they'd been driving for three hours already after a 12 hour plane ride from Paris. It hadn't been as romantic as it seemed at first, chasing B.O.W.s rarely is. There had been a few moments that she was sure Chris was picking up on her feelings or even reciprocating them.

But they all ended up being about something else. Like when he grabbed her hand and ran with her down the street, it wasn't because he didn't want to lose her, she had fallen behind and was nearly crushed by a flying car thrown by a tyrant. Or when he pressed them against a wall and they were so close they could feel each other's heart beat. His lips had been right there, a small push up to her toes and they would have connected. It was because they were being followed and were giving the stalker the slip.

It seemed every time she got her hopes up, they were quickly dashed away by work.

Who knew B.O.W.s could be such cock-blocks.

"Hey, I'm pulling over here for the night," Chris said, pulling Sherry from her dozing. Opening her eyes, she take a deep breath and stretched in her seat as Chris pulled into a small inn that had a 24 hour light on as well as a Vacancy sign up.

"Alright. I'll message Leon to let him know we're stopping for the night," Sherry said as she worked her head side to side to loosen her muscles up a bit. She pulled out her phone to send the other agent a message that they were stopping for a bit and would be there in the morning. In true Leon fashion he sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Sliding from the SUV, Sherry saw Chris already had their over night bags and was walking towards the office door. Jogging ahead, she grabbed the door for him, getting a nod of thanks.

"Oh, hello!" The pair were greeted by a small, older lady that had long gray hair tied back into a bun on top of her head and big, round glasses perched on her nose. "I was wondering if we'd have guests this evening. How are you two, dearies?"

"Tired," Chris said, giving her a small smile. The man of few words wasn't without respect and courtesy, especially with a grandmother aged woman. "We'd like a room for the night please. We'll be leaving in the morning."

"Okie dokie," the woman said, shuffling over to a large, leather bound book. Sherry was sure the book was bigger than the woman, but the elderly lady was able to open it with a bit of grunting. "Alright, would you like a king or a queen bed? Our Honeymoon suite is available as well if you'd like to show off for your lady friend," she said, looking at Chris expectantly.

Maybe this was it. They had never shared a bed together, so maybe Sherry could get the courage to say something with them curled up against one another. Chris was large, but he could be so gentle and she was sure he would be an amazing snuggler.

"Two doubles actually, please" Chris said, shattering Sherry's fantasy of them sharing a bed.

Damn it.

"Two doubles it is. Ah yes. Here we go. Room 12. It's just up the stairs and to the left," the woman said as she marked down room 12 as occupied. Turning to look at the wall of keys, she picked out the room key to hand to Chris. "There you go. We ask that you pay in advance in case someone isn't here for check out. It is $100 for the night." Chris pulled out his wallet to pay her, giving the woman a crisp bill. "Thank you. If someone isn't here for when you're checking out, please drop the key in box by the stairs."

"Will do, thank you for you help," Sherry said as Chris picked up the bags again then lead the way up the stairs.

"Have a good night, you two. Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" The woman called after them as they walked up the stairs.

"You really didn't want to share the honeymoon suite with me?" Sherry asked, meaning to tease but also to feel Chris out a bit.

"Honeymoon suites are usually cheaply made and are least likely to be cleaned properly. I'd rather take my chances with a double," Chris said.

"Then why not a king or queen?" She asked as they walked down the hall towards their room.

"Because I know you're a cover hog and kick in your sleep," he said with a soft snort.

"True. She was really nice about trying to up sale us at least. I mean usually they try to add in all the bells and whistles and it gets aggressive. She seemed like a really sweet person," Sherry said.

"Just because someone's older, doesn't mean they're a good person," Chris said as he set down a bag to open their door.

"Well, I think she was adorable," Sherry said, closing and locking the door behind them.

"I'm gonna take a shower then head to bed. I suggest doing the same. We've got another four hours of driving tomorrow," Chris said as he opened his bag to pull clothes out.

"Tell me again why we couldn't get a flight to Colorado directly?" Sherry asked with a soft sigh as she pulled out her sleep clothes.

"Budget cuts," Chris said, giving her a small, playful smirk.

"Of course. Isn't that always the case?" She said with a giggle.

Chris nodded before he turned to head to the bathroom. Once the door was closed and the shower going, Sherry changed her clothes. She had grabbed a shower at the hotel they had been out when they first landed while Chris had been in meetings nonstop.

Changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts, she was bent over and touching her toes when Chris walked out in just a towel. Standing up straight, she missed his faltering step as his eyes had gone right to her ass.

"Forgot my shorts," he mumbled, digging in his bag again.

"You're good," she said, working her shoulders a bit as a strange scent began to fill the room. It wasn't Chris' soaps. Those weren't that strong. "Hey, what's that smell?" She said, catching Chris's attention before he shut the bathroom door. It took a second before it really hit her, making her vision swim as she stumbled towards her bed, trying to grab something to steady her.

"Sherry!" Chris cried out as he tried to get to her, but he was over taken by the sweet smell too. He got to the side of her bed before falling to the floor with a groan.

"Chris," Sherry mumbled as she fell to the floor as well, everything going black.

When Sherry woke up, her head was throbbing and she didn't know what was happening. Rolling to her back, she slowly sat up. Still in their room, Sherry looked around before realizing she was alone.

"Chris!?" She cried, scrambling up despite the headache she had. He was no where to be found. Their things were still there, but no Chris. All that was left was the towel he'd been wearing, so where could he have gone? Changing into more appropriate clothes, she found that their guns were gone as well as their knives, but they always had back ups. Digging in her bag, she pulled the zipper on the secret compartment to get to her guns, hip holsters, and knife before digging in Chris' bag for his guns and shoulder holsters to put them all on.

If Chris was gone, but the towel was still there then he'd probably need some clothes and shoes. Grabbing his bag, she extended the strap to sling the bag over her head and shoulder. Now she just had to find Chris. Her bag was useless so she left it behind as she walked out the door to creep downstairs. The old lady was still there, humming to herself as she puttered around small area behind the check in counter.

Chris had been right, just because someone was a cute, old person didn't mean they were good.

Gun drawn, she went down the stairs as the woman had her back to her.

"Turn around!" She snapped. The older woman turned around to see Sherry with a gun aimed at her head. "Where is Chris? The man that was with me, where is he?"

"Oh that Dennis," the woman frowned, grumbling like some kid had been naughty and didn't have a gun pointed at her. "I told him to take care of you, but my son said the gas would keep you knocked out longer."

"Listen lady, where's my partner!" Sherry snapped, not wanting to let her guard down.

"He's already dead, don't get your panties in a wad," the woman said with a sigh, waving her off.

"Dead? What are you talking about?" Sherry asked, refusing to believe Chris was dead. If the hoards of the undead couldn't wipe out Chris Redfield, some old lady and her son certainly couldn't.

"He was perfect for the sacrifice," the woman said. "You know, usually we get those hipsters that are so lean and gamy, but your friend was perfect for our Lord's first meal on Earth."

"Enough talking, where is Chris?" Sherry demanded, cocking her gun.

"Dennis! See, I told you that you can't lolly gag around," the woman said, looking just past Sherry.

Spinning on her heel, Sherry saw a large behemoth of a man. He was big, bigger than Chris even. His eyes were hidden behind a mess of black, stringy hair that hung around his head in a curtain as he stomped towards her with clenched fists that looked like they could be used as sledge hammers.

"Damn it," she hissed, not hesitating to fire on him. Six rounds had him stumbling to the ground as he screamed in pain.

"Dennis! My baby!" The woman cried as she launched herself over the counter at Sherry. "I'll rip your pretty, blue eyes out!" She shrieked. The woman didn't get far though as Sherry wasn't a damsel in distress and knew how to fight just as well as Chris.

"I don't think so," Sherry grunted, kicking the woman away. She was quick to get on her, pinning her down with her knee. "Where's Chris!?"

"It's too late. Our Lord Aries is on his way and soon the Earth will be cast into his red dawn and blood will rain-" Sherry pistol whipped the babbling woman, knocking her out.

"Why do they always have to talk too much?" She sighed as she stood up. Going to the counter, she moved behind it to try and see if there were any clues there. Sure enough, a squeaky, loose board could be pulled up. Under it was a button and when Sherry pushed it, the back wall with the keys slid to the side to reveal a secret staircase.

Time was running out and she couldn't risk second guessing. So Sherry kept her gun at the ready as she ran down the stairs.

There were four sets of stairs to go down and she wondered what the hell she would find at the bottom. Her question was answered when she got to the last step to found an open door way. She could hear people chanting in the next room as she crept closer to peek around the corner.

Looking into the stone room with dark archways on either side, there were at least 15 people that she could count, all dressed in dark red robes. Chris was at the front of the room, tied and gagged while nude to a pillar with wood surrounding it.

Were they going to burn him alive!? There wasn't any time to guess their end game as she heard screaming coming from above her. It was now or never.

"Hey assholes!" She cried, rushing in with her guns pulled. "That's my partner you're about to barbeque and I'm the only one allowed to roast him!"

The people turned to see her, pulling up their own weapons of staffs and large knives, but that didn't matter. Sherry was a crack shot and even running, she was able to shoot most of them if they stayed to fight or came at her. A few tried to surprise attack her, but she was not having it.

The annoyance at herself for not saying anything to Chris about them when she had the chance as well as him skipping out on them getting a king sized bed together, combined with the fact the first time she saw him naked was right then when he was trussed up like some Faye Ray wannabe ready for the rescue, it was all pissing her off. Which made it all the more satisfying to slam her fist into some idiot's face to knock him on his ass.

Once they were all lying on the floor, groaning or bleeding or dead, she hopped up through the gasoline soaked wood to Chris.

Oh, he was very naked and try as she might, she couldn't help but have seen him. 'Good luck trying not to think of that later,' she thought to herself.

"Usually you're the one pulling me out of harms way," she said, pulling her knife to cut him free. "Also brought you presents." Keeping her eyes averted, she held out the bag of clothes for him.

"Thanks, Sherry," Chris said, grunting as he took the bag then quickly dressed. "You're a life saver."

"Don't mention it," she chirped. As he pulled on his shoulder holsters and checked his gun, he looked to her.

"Look, Sherry, uh about the bed thing-"

"You bitch!"

The two of them looked towards the door to see the elderly woman standing there with a rifle.

"You ruined everything! Everything! I will do it myself!" She screamed as she raised the gun and fired it at Chris.

"Chris, no!" Sherry cried, jumping in front of him to take the bullet to her back.

"Sherry!" Chris cried out as he caught her. He pulled her gun from her hand to shoot the older woman. She tried to fire first, but Chris was faster, sending a bullet between her eyes. "Sherry, talk to me, come on," he said, laying her down on her belly as blood soaked her shirt in the back.

"It's okay," Sherry wheezed as Chris began to panic. His hands were pressing to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "Don't worry about me."

"Not happening. I'm always going to worry about you," he said, pulling his jacket off to help soak up blood. "We're gonna get out of here. I promise."

"Chris, stop. It doesn't matter," Sherry said, trying to reach for his hand.

"No, it does matter," Chris said, grabbing her hand with his bloody one in a tight grip. "You matter, Sher. Please, just hold on, okay?"

"You gotta let go of me, Chris," Sherry said, trying to take a deep a deep breath under the pressure of Chris pushing on her.

"I'm not letting you go! I can't! I won't!" He cried, refusing to let up. "Please, I can't lose you."

"Chris. . ." Sherry said softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, kissing her hand. "I love you and I should have said it before now and acted like it."

"I love you, but you have to stop pressing on my back. I can't breathe," she said with a groan.

"What?" He said, frowning.

"Chris, I can heal myself, remember?" Sherry said, looking up at him as he stared down at her. "I'm fine, but you're squeezing the air out of me."

How the hell did he forget that?

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said, letting go of her. As he did, the bullet sat in the small of her back like it hadn't been inside her at all. "Well, uh. . ."

"I meant it," Sherry said as she pushed herself up to her knees in front of him. "What I said."

"Yeah?" Chris said, smiling softly. "I meant it too."

"Good, because otherwise this would have been awkward."

Sherry leaned in to kiss him, resting her hands on his chest. It wasn't hard or needy, but it was perfect for them. His lips were rough, needing balm as he pressed back against her fuller ones, cupping her face to return the affection.

"Let's get out of here and go to a Holiday Inn. I'm pretty sure there's no cults in those," Chris said after pulling away.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a shower," Sherry said, making a face down at herself.

"I'll help if you want me to," he said, raising a brow.

"I'm sure you would," she said with a snort.

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