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Haunting in Blackwood Hollow
An Eddie Munson x F!Reader Miniseries
Series Summary: It’s the year 1991. Eddie and reader check into a rented house in the Appalachian woods, joined by Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin. Unfortunately for our gang, things in Blackwood Hollow are never as they appear.
Tropes: established relationship, Jonathan x Nancy, no mention of the events from ST, smut, comedy, fluff, scares, bit of whump (but nothing too crazy)
Series Warnings: Swearing, drinking and weed use, sexual and scary situations, minors please DNI.
Chapter One: Steve's Big Mistake
Chapter warnings: naughty language, mentions of drinking, weed use. This is largely setting the scene babes.
Author's Note: Submission for @stcreators Event 5: Dynamics
Submission for @somnambulic-thing, @allthingsjoeq, and @bettyfrommars event: strangerprompts (#14)
{Okay so I took a bit of liberty with the prompt, but that's just how my brain wanted to do it! You know how that goes. ;) }
Word Count: ~2K
You swore under your breath as the taxi pulled away, leaving you staring at the monstrosity you were meant to be staying in for the weekend.
“This is the last time I leave that jackass in charge of anything,” you muttered, prompting a snort from Eddie, who stood beside you.
You liked Steve. Loved him even, in the way that friends that have known each other for years did, who’d seen each other at their worst, thick as thieves, none of that ‘will they or won’t they’ shit, especially after you started seeing Eddie. But in that moment, you could strangle him.
Most of your group of friends had scattered to the four corners of the country, so when you all received your invitations to Joyce Byers’ and Jim Hopper’s wedding in the Smoky Mountains, you decided to rent a whole house instead of getting hotel rooms. Correction: Steve came up with the idea to rent a house, and admittedly it was a good plan. It would likely be cheaper to pool your resources, and you could all hang out in the common areas and catch up.
And then you saw the house.
It was a stereotype in peeling paint and dilapidated wood. The porch was creaky and appeared to be on the verge of collapse. Gnarled old vines and weeds encroached from every direction; you thought maybe it had been landscaped last sometime in the 1960s. A broken old fountain sat on the front lawn, with a scummy green puddle of rainwater gathered at the bottom, and there was a broken gate that hung loose on its hinges near the drive.
Eddie tilted his head in a manner reminiscent of a terrier as he surveyed the old structure. “I think it looks kinda cool, like that house in IT. The house on Neibolt Street, remember?”
You blinked at your paramour. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend the weekend in a house like that. It’s one thing to read about it in a spooky story, it’s another thing to actually sleep there.” He had the good grace to laugh at that sentiment.
“Fair enough,” he conceded.
Of all the houses in Asheville, Tennessee, THIS is the one he chooses? You thought bitterly as you made your way up the walkway toward the porch, stepping carefully on the worn wood and looking for nails that could be lying in wait to impale your foot.
You had no idea if anyone else had already arrived, and whether you were supposed to knock or just walk in. You had decided to try the former, but your knuckles hadn’t had a chance to make contact with the wood before the door was whipped open, revealing a clearly exasperated Robin.
“Omigosh you’re here!” she cried joyfully as she threw her arms around you. You let your weekend bag drop to the porch as you reciprocated the hug.
“Robin! I’m so glad to see you!” you cooed as you gave her a good squeeze then released her. “But what the hell is this house?”
“Right?! I feel like it’s right out of a Scoobie Doo episode or something. Talk about creepy. Eddie! Hi!”
“I’ve seen worse,” a deeper voice intoned from out of eyesight, shortly before Steve stepped into the foyer.
“Steve! It’s lovely to see you, but what the fuck?” you scolded.
Steve’s expression was so sheepish that you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“I know, I know,” he moaned, before putting his face in his hands.
“Come here and hug me, loser. I haven’t seen you in almost two years and you’re gonna make me sleep in the house from Amityville Horror?”
“Hey now,” Robin countered, “The Amityville Horror house was waaay nicer than this.”
“True. Eddie said it looked like the house from IT.”
“Oooh yes! That fits,” Robin said.
“What’s that? It?” Steve asked, never one to embrace pop culture.
You hugged Steve despite wanting to hurt him a little bit. “Nevermind. So what were you thinking with this house?”
“Okay so in my defense the pictures were much nicer in the Want Ad, and in black and white. I didn’t realize it was going to be so…”
“Shabby?” you offered while Robin said “terrifying” at the same time.
“Yeah,” Steve said with a shrug.
Eddie chuckled as he hugged his friends by way of greeting. “Alright well, as long as the bed is clean, I don't really care,” he said. “This one is scared of spiders,” he said, gesturing toward you.
“I am not, you are!” you yelled.
“I am NOT afraid of spiders,” Eddie replied defensively. “It’s those fucking centipede things with all the legs. I hate those things.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure there are plenty of things in this house to trigger all our phobias.”
The interior was a little less gloomy than its exterior, but that wasn’t saying much. The common room in which you were standing was decorated in 50 year-old wallpaper that was peeling and yellowing. The floors were hard wood but hadn’t been refinished since the wallpaper was installed, and the dusty old upholstery was flat and worn around the edges.
“Where are we sleeping, anyway?”
“There’s three bedrooms, one with a queen and two with a pair of singles. I figured we could draw straws or someth–”
“Dibs on the queen!” Eddie shouted.
“Eddie, we have to–” you began.
“Nah babe. We’re a couple, and we got here first. You snooze, you lose.”
“I think that’s fair,” Robin said with a shrug.
“Nancy and Jonathan won’t love that,” Steve said. “But you can fight it out amongst yourselves. I’m staying out of it. Looks like you’re bunking with me, Robin.”
“I don’t care, as long as you don’t snore.”
Nancy and Jonathan arrived about an hour later, and while they weren’t thrilled to be relegated to a pair of twin beds, they conceded that Eddie did in fact call dibs.
“I feel like we’re eighteen again,” Nancy laughed as she explored the kitchen for a clean glass for water. “Calling dibs and bunking up together. Feels like old times.”
“It does,” you agreed from where you were leaning against the counter. “I don’t know if I would use any of the dishes in this house though.”
“I might just make a store run, get some solo cups and paper plates,” she said as she put one grimy glass back in the cupboard with a look of distaste. “Any requests?”
“Oooh, cheez-its, snapple peach tea, pizza pretzel combos…”
“PBR,” Eddie contributed as he sidled up next to you and bent to give you a quick peck on the lips.
“Well of course,” Nancy said with a smile. “Can’t forget the beer.”
Robin poked her head into the room. “Grab a couple of pizzas! I’ll give you cash.”
You all pitched in for the snacks and sent Nancy on her way as the sun began its descent behind the trees. The rest of you gathered in the living room to figure out what to do for the night.
“Care for a toke?” Eddie asked, as he held up a joint he pulled from his jacket and set it alight.
“Yessss,” Jonathan replied with enthusiasm, leaning forward to pinch the little joint between his fingers.
“That didn’t take long,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.
“Lighten up, Harrington,” Jonathan said in a fragrant plume of exhalation, stifling a cough. “You could probably use this more than the rest of us. You’re too wound up.”
“It’s true Steve, why are you always so stressed out?” you asked, taking a pull from the joint.
“I don’t know, I just feel like I’m the responsible one–” he began, but was cut off by a chorus of jeers and naysaying.
“You think you’re the responsible one, but everyone knows it’s Nancy,” Robin said, laughing.
“Yeah man, like…the King Steve days are over, you can stop trying so hard,” Eddie added with a grin.
“Okay, okay, I get it…” Steve said, accepting his ribbing with a modicum of grace. His voice trailed off, however, as his attention was pulled in another direction. “Hey what’s that?”
“What?” you and Jonathan asked at the same time, following his gaze.
“It’s on top of that bookshelf…” he began, already getting up and walking toward it. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to reach it, and pulled it down, unleashing a cloud of dust and grime.
“What is it?” Eddie asked.
Steve brushed the dust off the cover before looking up at you with wide eyes.
“It’s a ouija board,” he said.
“Oh shit,” Eddie said, laughing. "You can't be serious."
“What! No, no thank you!” Robin yelled.
“I dunno man, you might want to put that back and pretend you never saw it,” Jonathan added with a smirk.
“What, nah, that stuff isn’t real,” you said.
“No, it’s not,” Steve agreed. “It’s just a silly game.”
“If it’s just a silly game,” Eddie taunted, "why don’t we take it for a spin?”
“Oh man, no, don’t give him any ideas,” Robin piped in with her trademarked ‘mile-a-minute’ cadence. “Did you see the movie Witchboard? Well I did, and I didn’t sleep for a week afterward. Too scary for me. And it’s kinda weird that that thing just shows up in the spookiest house I’ve ever seen, and we’re in the middle of nowhere and…”
“What’s Witchboard?” Steve asked.
“Dude, watch a movie…” Eddie moaned while Jonathan doubled-over laughing.
Steve laid the box down on the coffee table. “Well, just because there was a movie about these things doesn’t make them real. The Princess Bride isn’t exactly real either.”
Eddie gasped with mock incredulity. “It’s NOT?”
“Have fun NOT storming the castle I guess,” Jonathan tried to say without laughing, which came out as a choked squeal.
“Inconceivable!” you yelled, making the entire room erupt in hearty laughter and dispelling some of the unease that had grown since the discovery of the ouija board.
“Jesus guys, are you that stoned already?” Steve asked with a smile.
“Eddie only buys the good stuff,” you said.
“Zero to zooted within three hits, or your money back,” Eddie said before taking another pull from the joint.
“Good to know,” Steve said sarcastically. “So are you guys gonna play with this thing or not?”
“Fine fine,” you said. “Eddie, let’s do this.”
He agreed, and you sat on the floor on either side of the coffee table. You opened the box, took out its contents, and each placed the index finger of your right hand gently on the planchette. You sat silent for a moment, not doing or saying anything, unsure of where to begin.
“Uhhhh,” Eddie said before dissolving into giggles.
“Ask it something!” Robin whispered, leaning forward in her excitement.
“Okay, uh…” you began, pausing to think. “Is there anybody here with us right now?”
It seemed like the entire room held its breath with anticipation.
“Is there anyone here in this house?” you repeated.
The silence ticked onward.
“Well this is thrilling,” Jonathan said with a snort.
“Give it a minute,” Steve said.
“Thought you didn’t believe in this stuff, Stevarino,” Eddie teased.
“I don’t, but–”
You thought you felt the planchette move ever so slightly.
“Wait!” you gasped. “Did you feel that?”
“No, wait. Maybe?” Eddie whispered.
You sat motionless for a beat, but nothing happened. You began to think that it was your imagination when…
….suddenly the front door banged open with a loud smash, and every single person in the room screamed like a banshee.
“Jesus, guys!” Nancy said as she struggled to hold several brown paper grocery bags. “A little help here?”
“Oh fuck, sorry babe,” Jonathan said, and the rest of you sheepishly got up to help, leaving the ouija board on the table. You bustled into the kitchen to put things away and pop open cans of beer, laughing about the silly jump scare you’d all just shared.
What none of you saw, however, was the planchette on the ouija board slide over to ‘hello.’
To Be Continued...
Sorry this one is short, but I needed to get it out. More is coming!
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PART TWO
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haunted home |mafia!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: mafia!eddie surprises you by decorating the house. an expansion off of this blurb :)
read the rest of the spooky stories series here!
contains: nothing really lol. fluff. mafia!eddie themes and you can read the rest of the mafia!eddie series here!
“No, no- fuck, Gareth! Are you fuckin’ blind?” Eddie’s voice carried through the doorway in an echo, bouncing off the marble floors, wrapping around you like the cold, autumn air behind the heavy doors.
The dogs jumped around you, tails wagging, whining and excited at your arrival. Three days away, at your parent’s house for the weekend, and the boys had missed you. You had missed them. You missed Eddie too, more than you expected in the short time you were apart.
“Eddie, if you want to fuckin’ do it-”
“-I am fuckin’ doin’ it, and you’re fuckin’ doin’ it wrong!” Eddie’s voice boomed, rattling the crystals of the chandelier.
Your brows furrowed, quiet, muffled steps over the ornate rug in the foyer, following the sound of Eddie’s voice.
“Eddie, I am trying. I’m not a goddamn interior designer-” Gareth huffed.
“-Clearly, you’re not.” Eddie scoffed. “Can you just look at the catalog?”
“Eddie, I am looking at the catalog.” Gareth snapped. “Make Max do it. She’s the chick.”
“Hey,” Max huffed, and you could practically see her snarl.
“She’s not tall enough to reach the ceiling.” Eddie muttered. The cigarette smoke from the room met you before he did, that ashy, pungent smell burning your nostrils.
You turned the corner, Eddie’s hand on his hip, ashing his cigarette. You didn’t like him smoking in the house, the smell lingered and always soured after it settled and made the dogs sneeze. Luckily, the state of your living room distracted you from that.
The grand mantle over the fireplace had been transformed. Fake cobwebs, brooms, ghosts, fake spiders, and large candles that had wax rolling down the wicks, dripping dramatically onto the wood. Lanterns that gave an eerie, orange glow propped onto the side tables, bats hanging in the windows. Even the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace was festive, a small witches hat on the head of the growling bear.
Gareth was on the ladder- the really tall ladder that always made you nervous when the house cleaner would dust the chandelier- glaring down at Eddie. “Couldn’t you just hire someone for this? Fuckin’ stupid- oh, wow.” Gareth’s eyes met yours, rolling his eyes. “There goes your surprise, Eddie. She’s here. Can I get down?”
Eddie’s head turned, wide eyed- caught. “Baby,” Eddie choked, cigarette burning in his hand, ash flitting onto the ground. “You’re-You’re back early. What time is it? I-I thought you said six.”
“I got back early.” You looked at the decor around you. “What, uh… What have you been up to?”
“Shit, it was supposed to be a, uh, a surprise.” Eddie muttered, bumming the cigarette in the tray, free hand running over his bangs.
“Can I get down?” Gareth huffed, slapping the ladder with his hand, making you cringe.
“No,” Eddie growled. “I saw that catalog you brought home the other day. The home one? I know I’ve been busy and shit, and-and we can’t decorate outside but…” Eddie rambled, arms lifting around him.
Max watched you, bright eyes tracking you expertly. Eddie’s teeth clenched, heart lurching at your silence. “If you don’t like it, I can take it down. Fuck, this was stupid. This was stupid, wasn’t it? Goddammit. Gareth, get that shit down from there-”
“-What?” Gareth boomed, eyes bulging from the ladder. “Eddie, what the fuck? We just put this shit up-”
“-So take it down!” Eddie roared, throwing his hands out. The dogs stood at alert, Vecna moving to Eddie’s side, Lucifer sticking to yours.
You didn’t flinch, didn’t cower or shush the dogs. No, your eyes were wide, taking in every single detail. The boxes in the corner, bags from Melvald’s, happy pumpkins with smiling plastic faces that Eddie always snorted at. That you loved. That he had bought just for you.
“Eddie, I am not taking this shit down. Get someone else to do it. Get Jeff or Dustin-” Gareth snarled, climbing down the ladder with heavy stomps.
“-Gareth, I swear to fuckin’ God-”
“-You’re not gonna do shit, Munson! C’mon!” Gareth yelled, the dogs growling under his feet.
“-You wanna bet, Emerson? I’ll shove you off this goddam ladder. Send you through the fuckin’ window if you-”
“-Can both of you shut up?” Max huffed, face scrunching in annoyance at their bickering. Her eyes stayed on you, studying every quirk of your face.
Eddie’s eyes followed her own, to you. His heart sank and raced at the same time. He hadn’t felt like this in years, not even when Billy’s guys had a Ruger in his face. Why was he so nervous? So anxious that he’d displeased you, disappointed you.
“Baby, I can get all this shit down. I just…I thought you wanted it because you dog eared the page, but I shoulda asked you before. I was just wanting to surprise you.” Eddie muttered.
Max watched you, Gareth’s face snarling in disgust at the softness in Eddie’s tone. “Munson, ew-”
“-She likes it.” Max said, cutting Gareth off with a raise of her hand.
Eddie’s eyes snapped to the redhead, flickering back and forth from you to his partner. “What?” Eddie hissed, brows creasing in confusion. “No, she doesn’t. It’s fine, I can just take it back-”
“-No.” You shook your head, the lump in your throat strangling your voice. The bats and crows, you knew Eddie had chosen for the “creepy ambiance” he always liked to go for with decor. They were a stark contrast to the happy ghosts holding little pumpkins next to them. It made your nose burn with the threat of tears.
“Max is right. I love it.” You nod, looking over at Eddie with a wobbling lip, a watery smile, eyes shining in pure adoration.
Eddie felt that familiar blush creep through his chest, up his neck and to the very tip of his ears. “Really? I mean if you don’t, I can just get rid of it, and-and you can get whatever you want.”
“No, Eddie, really. This is so,” You looked around the living room, at the cobwebs that were dramatic and stringy that Gareth was going to hang, tiny, plastic spiders sewn in. “This is perfect.”
“Perfect.” Gareth grinned, smug, a little mocking in his tone. “See, Ed, you were freaking out for nothing.”
“Shut up, Gareth.” Eddie hissed, his tone dropping and changing to menacing in a beat. Gareth just snorted, unfazed by his mood change, too used to it. “Just… Get the fuck outta here. Both of you. Gimme some space.” Eddie waved his hand.
Max followed behind a smirking, smug Gareth, shutting the heavy front door behind them, the click of the latch echoing through the living room, rattling off the high ceilings.
Eddie took slow, calculated steps behind you. “You don’t have to act like you like it.” He muttered in that soft, gentle tone that was reserved just for you. “I’ll take it back.”
“No,” You shook your head, grabbing at his hand blindly, finding it easily and holding it in yours. “This is… This is just… I can’t believe you did this for me.” You smiled, the tears brimming in your water line.
“What d’ya mean? Hey, don’t cry. Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eddie cooed softly, pushing Lucifer back when he guarded you, hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you into him gently.
“Why’re you crying?” Eddie muttered, curls brushing against your forehead, tickling at your collarbones when he dipped his head towards yours. You could still smell the nicotine on his breath, soothing you with the soft coo. “What’s the matter, hm? You don’t like it?”
“Eddie, no, I love it.” You mutter, resting your head against his gently. “You didn’t have to do all this for me. I-I know you can’t decorate-”
“-I can do whatever I want.” Eddie said firmly, hand cupping your jaw, holding your gaze in his. “It’s my house. I wanted to decorate it for you.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks, turning into his palm, your own hands enveloped over his. Diablo nosed at your knee, watching you carefully.
"And, ya know, it is my favorite holiday." Eddie shrugged, dimples creasing when you giggled.
“Thank you.” You beam, pressing a delicate kiss into his calloused hands. “It’s perfect, really. Too much, Ed, you didn’t have to do all of that. I had some in my storage I could use.”
“No, it’s no big deal. I wanted to get it for us, for the house, y’know?” Eddie shrugged, soft lips pressing to yours, a gentle, sweet kiss that had you both melting into each other.
You pressed your cheek against Eddie’s chest, arms around his waist, looking at the decorations. “This is really nice, Ed.”
“Yeah? Spooky enough for you?” Eddie grinned, squeezing your hips gently. “I just gotta put up the webs and shit on the chandelier. Gareth was being such a fuckin’ bitch about it.”
“I can help you put it up.” You offer, looking at the pile on the coffee table.
“Nah, I’ll get someone to do it later. Wanna hear about your trip.” Eddie hummed, pulling you into his lap onto the couch.
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candy prompts: michael + spooky
you don't tell michael about the other angels that mistreat you. he doesn't tell you how he punishes them when he finds out.
pairing: michael x angel!gn!reader
content: nsfw. dark content. mentions of bullying, violence, injury. some of the angels are awful and michael is a bit scary.
word count: 500
a/n: this was part of my angel!reader au that I cut to keep the story light-hearted. 😅
Michael's feelings for you are complicated. He doesn't have the luxury of romance or the time to seduce potential lovers to his bed. The temptation to give into lust is easy to resist in part because he has you. He considers you a dear friend and one of his most trusted angels. You stand by his side with unwavering faith and loyalty even when so many others struggle to do the same.
You were fond of the fallen brothers and friends with their lost sister. He sheltered you from the war as best he could to spare you the pain of choosing sides. He didn't want you to see your friends die. Acting as one of his scribes far from the fighting was supposed to be a distraction for you. You never had to bloody your hands in battle, you never had to see your brothers and sisters draw their weapons and strike each other down. He sheltered your pure heart and kept your hands clean from the blood that stained his own.
He didn't realize his interference did more harm than good. The other angels saw his favour for you and assumed the worst: you were weak, useless in battle and unwilling to fight for the glory of the Celestial Realm. Some even muttered about other ways you were useful to Michael, or the things you would do to earn you such kindness.
Michael was unaware of the vitriol some of the other angels whispered about you in the Celestial Halls, but you hid your shame from him as best you could. It was only when you left the Celestial Realm on a diplomatic mission did he learn the truth of what you've endured in silence for so long.
He turned to Simeon, one of your only true friends, when he realized you were hiding something from him. Simeon didn’t hesitate to tell Michael the names of those who regarded you with misplaced envy and scorn. Righteous fury burned in Michael's eyes at the implications that you would warm his bed in exchange for friendship or leniency.
Later, Simeon wondered if he should feel guilty about the punishment his wayward brothers and sisters would endure at the archangel's hands. You called him that evening to inquire about Michael's well-being and to ask if Luke would like a souvenir when you returned the next morning. Simeon smiled when your happy voice bid him farewell, and he realized he didn't feel guilty at all. He retired to his bed and slept well knowing that you would return to a Celestial Realm better than the one you left.
In the twilight hours, the angels slept blissfully unaware of the violence that raged in Michael’s heart. Buried deep beneath the Celestial Halls, dark rooms reeked of blood and burnt feathers.
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will you write something vampire themed for spooky season?
The coffin was luxurious, as far as coffins went. The protagonist had half-expected just a plain wood box, scratchy and full of splinters. They supposed, if they had to die, they could at least do so in style.
It didn't really make them feel better.
And it didn't make the coffin fit two people any better either.
"Stop squirming," the secret love of their life snapped. "You're just going to get us more stuck."
"I don't think it's possible to get more stuck." Their voice was only a little, reasonably, hysterical. "We're buried alive in a bloody coffin!"
The secret love of their life looked awful beneath them. Pallid, even in the crowded gloom of their shared grave. They felt clammy and cold beneath the protagonist's limbs.
The protagonist swallowed. They tried to stop squirming. There were no comfortable positions.
The love of their life hissed between their teeth with irritation, and if the protagonist could see properly, they were sure that a terrifying and wrathful and gorgeous glare would be pointed in their direction.
"I'm sorry," the protagonist said. For the squirming, sure, but mostly for everything else. For somehow getting them into this mess. For being the last idiot that the love of their short life would ever see. For not knowing how to save either of them.
"You should stop talking and conserve your air."
"You should stop talking and conserve your air," the protagonist mumbled. They closed their eyes. They tried not to panic. The panic closed in on them on every side, just like the too close suffocating padded walls, and the steady weight of six or so feet of packed soil crushing them on all sides.
"Someone's going to rescue us," the love of their life said. "Your friends - someone - will figure out where we are."
"Coffin. My first guess too."
"They'll get us out." The growl in their friend's voice was almost inhuman. Quite impressive.
The protagonist bit down hard on their lip, and the rather unhelpful response of 'before or after we die from the lack of oxygen? Because, you know, I read that people can survive five hours locked in a coffin. Tops. If they're not hyperventilating. But who's hyperventilating! I'm not hyperventilating! Are you?'
Their friend drew a sharp breath. Then they squirmed, hypocritically, before managing to place cool hands on either side of the protagonist's whirling brain.
"Easy," they murmured, abruptly far more gentle. "You're okay. You're going to be okay. I'm not - I won't let anything bad happen to you."
The protagonist felt tears prick the corners of their eyes. Absurd.
One of their friend’s thumbs grazed over their lip, wiping away the bead of blood there.
"Match your breathing to mine," their friend murmured, voice a little hoarse and trying-to-keep-it-together. "Concentrate on me."
The protagonist did their best. Their friend breathed very slowly, admirably calm really, given the circumstances.
"I won't hurt you," their friend said. "I love you. I won't."
"It's not you I'm worried about. Wait - you love me?"
It was impossible to see the love of their life's face, and really, a coffin was the worst place for a confession. Because the protagonist would very much have liked to have seen their face. At least if they were hanging over a lava pit, the protagonist would have been able to see their face, and make a judgment on if they meant that platonically or romantically.
God. They hated their brain.
Their friend didn't say anything and the silence was surely almost as agonising as dying. Almost. They brushed a tear away from the protagonist's cheek, feather-light.
"More than anything," their friend said. "Now shut. up. Please. And please, please, stop moving."
The protagonist shut up. Somehow. They rested their head against their friend's chest, letting the knowledge of that confession fill them with warmth, or try to.
At least they were dying in a coffin with someone they loved. Who loved them back. Someone's whose heart was so...
The protagonist stopped. It was a trick. A mistake. Something. But it felt, beneath their ear, like their friend's heart wasn't beating. Actually, when the protagonist really thought about it, now that their breathing was more or less steady, even in the squashed space they couldn't hear their friend's breathing at all. They couldn't feel it against their cheek and...
They didn't think the love of their life had always been so cold.
"Why." The protagonist resisted the urge to shift again. "Why do you think you're going to hurt me? Worst you're going to do is elbow me in the face?"
Their friend was silent a second time.
"Right?" The protagonist pressed.
"Someone will find us. They'll get us out. It's not a problem. It won't be a problem."
"What...what won't be a problem?" But the protagonist, with a dreadful twist in their stomach, knew. It should have been obvious, maybe, in the last twenty four hours.
The stomach bug. The dark glasses. The cringing from the sunlight.
"I won't hurt you." A mantra. Not a reassurance; a mantra, a plea. "I love you. I won't hurt you. You're going to be fine."
Five hours, suddenly, seemed like a lifetime.
The coffin was luxurious, as far as coffins went. Excellent quality. Top notch.
Nothing else, after all, would keep in a newly turned and starving vampire locked up.
"Shit," the protagonist whispered.
And that about summed up their current predicament.
#vampires#story#writing#I am currently reading the short story anthology Vampires Never Get Old: Tales with Fresh Bite. I'm having a good time#my story was partially inspired by Heidi Heilig's short story 'The Boy and the Bell'#and her interesting use of the old Victorian tradition of fitting coffins with bells in case someone was buried alive. Onwards.#Also Interview with the vampire is great. Coffin sharing for the win.#i don't know man I'm just thinking about coffins now#hence this story#Anyway. Love a vampire in all the seasons.#love a vampire enternally#short story
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Pov: You hooked up with cesar, while he and monse were broken up.
"I'll kill them!" Monse yelled as she stormed down the street towards the santos house, with Ruby and Jamal trailing behind her. "Monse, stop and calm down for a minute!" Ruby yelled as he quickly walked behind the curly haired girl, trying to convince her to stop. "Yeah, c'mon! Don't go messing with y/n, Do you know what sad eyes would do to us if he knew you were threatening his (brother/sister/sibling)!" Jamal added in, with a scared expression for what the santo would do to him and his friends if he were to find out. "Monse!" Yells ruby as the said girl walks up to the santos house.
"Where's y/n!" She demands spooky and a few other santos. "What do you want with my (brother/sister/sibling)." Both Jamal and ruby turned around facing the voice of the male, seeing sad eyes stare down at them with an intimidating stare. "Nothing, She was just mistaken!" Ruby says as he and jamal both grab monse and pull her away from the santos house. "Monse, please just drop it." Jamal begged as he kept looking back towards the santos house out of fear. "No, their dead." Monse says as she walks angrily down the street but immediately stops once she sees y/n walking on the opposite sidewalk, distracted on their phone. "Y/n!" *She yells getting the said person's attention as she storms across the street towards them, while ruby calls cesar. Telling him to hurry and come before it escalates. "Mm, Monse?" Y/n pockets their phone and stops walking and stares at the brunette girl with a bored expression. "Let me guess, this is about cesar?" They questioned bluntly. "Damm right." Monse replied as she stared angrily at the person in front of her. "Look mons, You and him weren't together. Cesar was free bait." They said while shrugging their shoulders "I don't know what you expected, you broke up with him. Did you think he'd wait until you wanted him back? No, he went and got with someone else." Monse goes to reply but gets interrupted as a voice yells out.
"Monse!" Cesar yells as he rushes over standing in-between monse and y/n "Monse, calm down please." Monse scoffs as she barely spares cesar a glance, as she turns her attention back to y/n. "It was a temporary break up! You kno-" She gets cut off as y/n interrupts her. "Temporary or not, You weren't together. He was single, aka free bait. So I took it, you can't really think that he would wait for you like some fairytale?" Y/n looks at cesar with an amused expression. "Does she know about you having sex with that girl at the diner?" They ask with an amused smirk, you look back at monse. "Did he tell you how he fucked her right after his shift, while you both were together?" Monse immediately snaps her head towards cesar and starts going off on him, y/n watches silently as jamal and ruby stare shocked at the new information. "Oops, was she not supposed to know?" Y/n laughs lightly, and he looks at cesar "I have to go, see you later" He winks and then walks away smirking to himself as he hears monse freaking out.
Axel- I tried 😭 sorry if it sucked, this is my first ever story😅.
Hope u enjoy tho! Thx for reading :)
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Hiiii friend!! wanted to request a spooky prompt number 6 and 😈 with Fives please and thank you!!
Hello darling!! Thank you for sending this in, I was very inspired the moment I read it so I hope you enjoy this 🤩 This one also got a little ~heated~ since Fives had officially become one of my faves 😏
How to Summon A Demon Boyfriend (Demon!Fives x GN Reader)
Summary: There's no such thing as demons, they're just something to use for cheesy cautionary tales...Right?
Rating: M (Minors DNI)
Word Count: 1,813
Warnings: Crappy 'friends', small injury and mentions of blood, reader gets a big scare but it's fine in the end I promise, heavily suggestive content.
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You really needed to learn to say no sometimes.
Tonight was supposed to be the perfect chance to curl up on the couch in your favorite PJs and coziest blanket. Instead, you were freezing your ass off in a dark playground, pretending to summon a demon like some bored teenager.
Cam and you weren’t even that close, just work buddies, but that little voice inside your head had been yelling too loud: 'he was really sweet and invited you! You have to go! It would be rude not to!' Now you were annoyed with every moment of this silly little seance.
“Alright, I think that should do it!” said the cute blonde girl, who you didn’t know before tonight. You didn’t know any of Cam’s friends, yet here you were with them. “I think it’s a good little summoning circle, if I do say so myself!” She beamed down at the chalk drawing she’d sketched onto the area usually reserved for hopscotch.
Then another one of Cam’s friends, a young man with dark hair fit for a punk band, voiced your own thoughts, “This is stupid, what makes you think we can summon a demon from some random book you found in a second hand store?”
“Dude, I��m telling you, if anything’s the real deal, it’s this!” Cam insisted, cautiously taking the book from the blonde and flipping a page, “I mean, just look at this!” He tilted it towards you and the punk guy, “The ancient looking paper, the notes and stains- plus, the store owner said she got it from her friend when he died and that his family was into all kinds of strange occult shit.”
You would admit, it was a very convincing tome, even if the demon summoning was all fiction, the owner had put lots of work into its design. You reached out to touch the edge of the page, to see if it really did feel ancient, but just as you did Cam moved as well and a sharp pain seared through your finger tip.
With a loud hiss and a curse you pulled your hand back, clutching it close to your chest.
“Shit- sorry!” Cam said, “Paper cut?”
“Yeah,” you muttered, taking a tentative peak at the now throbbing finger. It was leaking red, the skin around it looking angry, and you noticed part of the offending page was now stained with your blood too. Well, at least it added to the book’s authentic aesthetic.
“Wow, didn’t know we’d be making blood sacrifices tonight,” the blonde said with a laugh.
“Happy to contribute,” was your sarcastic reply as you tried to soothe the throbbing. “Next time I-”
“Uh, guys!” Cam’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the book, “The words are glowing!” Then he let out a high pitched yelp, and dropped the book as if it had burned him.
With a loud thud, it landed on the summoning circle and that’s when you saw that the curving calligraphy on the pages were indeed glowing! Not only that, but the moment it touched the chalked symbols, the ground below you started to rumble unlike any earthquake you had ever seen.
Cam and blondie yelped as they fell to the ground together, you not keeping your balance for much longer, and punk kid only staying upright when he threw himself on a picnic table.
“What the hell is happening?!” the girl yelled, pulling the hood of her jacket up as if that would shield her from the horrors unfolding.
“You’re the ones who wanted to summon a demon!” Punk shouted, looking pale and ready to hurl as the ground continued to shake.
Then, within the circle, the already cracked and worn cement split apart. Chunks of it flew as old compacted dirt from beneath surged to the surface, making way for something else.
It wasn’t a man- “man” didn’t begin to describe it. Clawed hands reached towards the sky, lifting above a head of dark curls that did little to hide two large horns. Dark skin around tight muscles that flexed as he rose up from the earth, a bare chest with marks that might have been tattoos, and a blue kilt of some sort that made room for a swaying tail.
Paralyzed on the ground as you were, all you could do was watch with wide eyes as the demon stretched, and let out a roar of a yawn as if waking from a deep sleep. Then his eyes flashed open, revealing deep brown irises rimmed in red.
He scanned them over your little petrified group and, for some reason, your stunned brain noticed the dumbest little detail. 'Oh, he has a number five tattooed on his forehead. Wonder what that means'.
That’s when the demon pulled his lips back in a dastardly grin, revealing large fangs surely made to rip apart human flesh.
“Run,” he growled.
Somebody screamed. Someone else cried some sort of plea. But you couldn’t say anything, all noise dying in your throat as you rolled over and tried to scramble to your feet. Just as you started to, someone (Cam?) knocked into you and sent you tumbling back to the dirt painfully. Footsteps thundered around you and, looking up, you realized that the other three were already disappearing into the darkness as they ran, leaving you behind.
“Wait-” the pleading call was lost in the wind, just as something behind you took a loud step closer.
Somehow your brain was going a mile a minute and not thinking anything at all as you became painfully aware of the large, looming presence closing in on you. Body unable to move from fear, all you could do was listen as the demon let out a low, deep chuckle.
“Some friends you have,” he purred. “Leaving you here.” Something brushed along your back. “All alone.” Leaves rustled as he knelt above you. “With me.” Hot breath fanned against your ear.
A noise very close to a squeal left you as a hand grabbed your shoulder and rolled you over onto your back. You were face to face with the demon now, his arms caging you in on either side, his face hovering over yours, and still sporting that hungry grin as his dark eyes looked you over slowly.
“P-please don’t kill me,” it came out as little more than a wheeze, but at least you managed to say something.
That’s when those brilliant eyes snapped back to yours. There was a heartbeat of silence in which you went through a thousand different ‘this is the end’ scenarios in your head-
But then, the demon threw his head back and laughed!
It wasn’t a sinister, cruel laugh either. Instead it was light and, dare you say, joyful. The kind of laugh a loved one would make after you mentioned some inside joke or another. His broad shoulders shook and that tail of his swished behind him in a way that reminded you of a cat ready to play.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped between laughs, “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad!” He leaned back some then, as if to give you some air, though his arms were still on either side of you. “See, that’s just a little act I do to give you humans a scare.” This time, the grin he flashed was playful and a little lopsided. “You have to admit, you kind of deserve it for yanking me out of my cozy little dimension. It’s a little annoying when you don’t expect to be summoned.”
You opened your mouth, now stunned in a completely different way, but no sound was ready to come out yet, apparently.
That didn’t deter the demon, though, his eyes searched your face when he said, “Course, I did want to scare off the others. Groups are always more annoying, and I kinda liked the idea of having you to myself once I saw how cute you are.”
The unexpected statement caused you to come back down from your fearful high a little. You blinked a few times, then found it in yourself to look him in the eyes more directly. You managed to stutter out a “Wha-what?”
The demon laughed again, a shorter one this time, “Wow, I really must have done a number on you, I’m sorry, mesh’la.” He held up a hand, though the black claws at his fingertips almost made you flinch. “I swear, I’m not going to kill you. Even if I was that type of demon, there’s no challenge in killing humans,” he winked, “you’re too soft and supple.”
Heat took over your face and you weren’t sure if it was annoyance, embarrassment, or something else. Probably a cocktail of the three. After a deep, steadying breath, you finally managed to say something more than a strangled noise or single word.
“So, you’re some kind of good demon?”
He shrugged those naked, now very distracting, shoulders. “Something like that. Mostly, I’m just here to fulfill whatever contract you want from me.”
“M-Me?”
“Yup.”
“Why me?”
The demon looked down at you with something…interesting in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite place even though his expression was still light. His hand slid down the ground beside your prone body, until it reached your wrist. He grasped it gently, lifting it to show off your still sore cut.
“Because your blood summoned me. You’re the one I’m bound to, sweetheart.”
Keeping his eyes on yours, he brought your finger to his mouth and closed his lips around the bleeding cut. You found yourself breathless again as a wet tongue ran over the little injury, soothing the ache in a way you didn’t expect.
He pulled your finger out of his mouth with a little pop, then turned that fang flashing smirk on you again. “See, you summoned me, now we make some sort of deal, a contract. You give me something and I give you something in return.” He placed your hand on his naked chest so he could pin his own by your head again. “Name’s Fives, by the way, and you are?”
After swallowing the sudden lump in your throat and not feeling any more calm after doing it, you introduced yourself in the firmest tone you could muster. The demon- Fives, repeated your name slowly, and you could see his tongue tasting every letter of it.
“Hm, I like that name,” he said and again, you caught a glimpse of the spade-tipped tail flicking at his back.
You must have been more distracted by it than you realized, because he brushed the back of a claw down your cheek, before taking your chin in a firm grip to force your eyes back on his. When you did, his gaze seemed just a little darker.
“So, darling, what kind of deal do you want to make with me?”
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Toys 'R' Us
Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Kidnapping, M/F Penetrative Sex (vag & anal), F/F Oral, M/F Oral (f receiving, everything else implied), Implied M/M, Choking, Very Mild Language, Restraints, Fingering, Fisting, Anal, Squirting, Use of Pet Names. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.
By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.
Pairings:- dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, dark!Tony Stark x Female Reader, dark!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Author’s Note 1: This is my submission for @jtargaryen18 Halloween Challenge 2023. Having chosen the prompt below, I’m kinda hoping I pulled it and the spooky sense of the season off. Even if I didn't, I most definitely had fun writing this. Thank so much for hosting this delightful challenge Jamie, you’re an inspiration to so many of us here. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys 💖
Challenge Prompt:- (The Portal in the Pumpkin: You carve one of the pumpkins Tony ordered, but this one turns out to be a portal to somewhere else...)
Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.
Synopsis:- Whomever told you Halloween parties were supposed to be fun never heard of those involving Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. What will happen when you accept an invitation to Tony Stark’s latest shindig?
Total Word Count:- 8,278
The invitation showed up in your mail just like it did every year you had worked for Tony Stark. But this year should have been different. Oh sure the heroes had stopped Thanos and things had pretty much gone back to normal. But what it had cost humanity seemed to have been forgotten by everyone but you. And here was the proof.
Looking at the red envelope with its gold writing you still couldn't believe this was happening. Tony was dead after all. Steve had chosen to abandon his friends and those that cared about him to live in the past with some British dame who promised him a dance but had no idea of the man he had become. And Natasha? Well Nat had willingly sacrificed herself knowing that no power in existence could ever bring her back.
So whose idea was it then that this Halloween should be celebrated in the same fashion Tony celebrated every occasion ... with a fabulous party that people talked about long after it was over. Opening up your door now and heading inside your home, the shocks continued to rock your system as you ripped open the envelope and pulled out the invitation you were now so used to receiving.
Except this wasn't anything like the previous ones.
Appearing now in ghostly holographic form and coupled with the time of year it was, Tony's voice sent a shiver down your spine as he reached out from beyond the grave and reminded you just how prepared he was for anything life threw his way. "Hello darling." Ugh there it was again you thought, that cringe worthy endearment that even in death was still such an integral part of who he was. "If you're seeing this then I am no longer among the living, but that hardly seems like a valid reason to let my legacy crumble. Therefore in true Tony Stark fashion," he continued with his hand upon his heart, "your presence is hereby requested at the last Stark party to be hosted by yours truly. No need to R.S.V.P., it's not like you would deny a dead man's last request after all."
Watching now as he winked back at you before the recording disappeared and left you on your own once again, you dropped onto the couch behind you and tried to think through your options. You hated parties after all. In all honesty it had to be the only part of being Tony Stark's assistant that really grated on you. Long hours. Tedious requests. His never ending flirtatious ramblings. All of these you took in your stride and even laughed off some of them. But these parties were definitely something you could do without.
Which you figured was why Tony always insisted you show up. Mixing with humanity was, according to someone who preferred to bury himself with machines, the only way to experience all the thrills life had to offer. God even now the thought of Tony lecturing you on always choosing books over partying made your eyes roll. He really knew how to annoy you it seemed.
Yet even in death, the man still had a point.
You could never deny him anything in life and you weren't about to cheat him out of his last request now. No matter how painful it would be to attend knowing that the man of the hour wasn't going to be there, you would always show up for him. Giving one last look at the invitation now and acknowledging that you at least had two day to prepare for this blessed event, you then headed off to bed and figured tomorrow would give you plenty of time to track down something suitable to wear. After all one couldn't show up to a Stark Party in any old rags.
Greeting the world again on what you thought was the following morning, you were beyond horrified to discover that you had actually slept a whole day away. Trying to remember now if you had actually gotten out of bed at all, some empty water bottles on your bedside locker and some vague memory of trips to the bathroom comforted you at least with the knowledge that you had left the bed. But that seemed to be all you did. Thinking back now on the last activity you could remember accomplishing, throwing yourself into bed after a long and exhausting day at work somehow convinced you now that the invitation you recalled receiving was simply a dream brought about by far too many long days and sleepless nights. However, rising from the bed and leaving the room, the envelope and its contents waiting on your living room coffee table told you the summons was real. Tony Stark was causing you problems once again.
Picking it up and now reading through the finer details his holographic presence and your tiredness had previously caused you to overlook, you now confirmed with a deep sigh the last thought you had that night before sleep knocked you out cold ... nothing in your closet would qualify for this event and you would definitely have to go shopping. Sighing now with the realization that two days notice had disappeared to become the day of the party, you figured you better get a move on.
Calling a taxi then to pick you up in half an hour, you hurried off into the bathroom to shower and dress before heading outside to catch your ride. Sitting into the taxi then and telling your driver Devon exactly where you wanted to go, you tried to focus on him talking to you about mundane things like the weather or the last football game he watched but the list of various Halloween outfit shops popping up on your phone as you scrolled through Google proved too much of a distraction to really take in much of what was being said. After all, with the party taking place tonight this shopping trip was the very definition of last minute. And you despised last minute chores.
Which you guessed explained the headache that was now beginning to form.
At last arriving in the center of the city, you promptly paid and thanked your driver before exiting the taxi and heading off towards the nearest costume shop. Hoping for a one and done kind of experience, stepping inside the front door at least brought you some comfort when you were greeted by a throng of adults and children milling about through the huge array of colorful costumes stretching as far as the eye could see. You weren’t the only one it seemed that the spooky season had crept up on.
Walking through the shop now around excited children, harried adults and even more stressed out shop assistants, you made your way to the adult sections and carefully pawed through every single costume without any of them really screaming out ‘pick me.’ Giving up at last when nothing really grabbed your attention, you left the shop and headed to the next one and the next one and the one after that. Eventually tired out and wondering why you were unable to find a simple costume for a simple Halloween party, you figured a spot of lunch might allow you to clear your head and start over when suddenly a quick glance down a side alley revealed a small shop decked out in pumpkins, spiders and all manner of ghost and ghoulie.
Glancing around now and observing that no one else seemed even remotely aware of the shop’s existence or where you were even looking, you took a few extra seconds to ponder this revelation before swallowing your concerns, placing one foot in front of the other and heading off towards its door. Placing your hand on the knob then once getting within its reach, you held your breath and pushed forwards.
Stepping inside the first thing that caught your eye wasn’t the smoking cauldrons or the various supernatural creatures displayed throughout but the actual interior of the place itself … it reminded you of a forest. Decked out with a moss like carpet, the night sky overhead contrasted beautifully with the leaves cascading down the walls in all the glorious colors of fall. It took your breath away. In fact you were so mesmerized by the whole scene before you that you actually let out a shocked scream when a hand landed on your shoulder as the owner of the shop made her presence known to you.
“I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she apologized politely as you smiled back tenderly while you tried to reassure her that no harm had been done. Starting a conversation then regarding how amazing her shop looked and at the same time how empty it was compared to most of those on the main street, she simply smiled and reassured you that she still turned a nice profit through those that were destined to find this place. Taking no notice of her exact words however as your attention now fell to the lack of costumes on display, you wondered if she could actually read your mind when she walked over to the door, locked it and then turned her attentive gaze back on you before speaking. “Now dear, how about you follow me to the back room and we’ll see if we can find something to bring out your spooky spirit.”
Glancing at the locked door now as she simply walked past you while motioning for you to follow after her, your mind quickly debated what you had gotten yourself into before the memory of why you were even on this trip reminded you that you were terribly low on options. The party was fast approaching and all the other shops you had tried had been woefully disappointing. This one really couldn't be any worse, right? So silencing your reservations then and following behind her step by step, thirty minutes later had you endlessly thanking her as you finally had a costume that suited you and the occasion perfectly. She truly had delivered. Saying your goodbyes then, picking up a few essential items and grabbing a quick bite to eat, you next hailed a taxi to get you back home to begin preparing for the night ahead.
Opening up the door to your apartment and stepping inside, you put away your other purchases before heading into your bedroom and dropping the bag containing your costume onto the bed. Sinking into the chair in the corner of the room then, you contemplated one more time about not going to this party before you finally chastised yourself for hiding yourself away from your former work colleagues. Sure Tony’s death had been hard on you, so hard in fact you sought out a new job even as the Avengers now rebuilt the compound at a completely different site and Pepper had offered you a lucrative position as her own personal assistant. Still it would never be the same. It couldn’t be. Tony may have been a colossal pain in the ass after all, but he did make things fun. And it was that fun you missed most of all.
Taking off your shoes now that your mind was beyond changing, you then reached for your phone, booked a taxi for an hour and a half later and finally headed off towards your en suite to start your preparations. Stripping off your clothes then as the shower heated up and sent its soothing sounds throughout the room, you now stood beneath its warm spray and washed off all the grime trying on the various costumes had deposited on your skin. Grabbing a towel then and heading back to your bedroom, you dried off before retrieving the costume and looking it over once more. It really was impressive.
At last feeling all the excitement of the evening ahead, you slipped on the black and red leather bodysuit along with the knee high boots before standing in front of the full-length mirror just inside your closet door. Admiring the way the suit hugged your figure while cupping your breasts in a way that honestly had you feeling all kinds of sexy, you had to admit that nothing looked as good as your legs leading down from the bodysuit to nestle snugly within the boots. As Tony would say you were indeed a looker.
Genuinely smiling now for the first time since receiving the invitation, you next went about securing the high collar with the adjustable straps provided before taking out the accompanying belt and securing it firmly around your waist. Watching now as the four sheer drapes cascaded down your thighs and ass, the light make-up and fake blood you then applied finally finished off the look splendidly and you had to agree that the shop owner was indeed correct. This was most definitely your look. Checking the time on your phone one last time, you then picked up your jacket and the invitation and walked out the door just in time to sit into the waiting taxi and head off to see what adventure lay ahead.
Pulling into the parking area of the new Avengers Compound twenty minutes later and handing over your jacket and invitation at the door, arriving at the entertainment floor confirmed that you had made the right decision despite the fact that for the first time since you had come to work for him Tony would not be here. In fact, it suddenly hit you now standing in this room that Nat and Steve also had to be added to the list. It just didn’t seem fair. Setting aside these depressing thoughts however in favor of living life large just like your former boss was notorious for, you plastered on your best and brightest smile and walking towards the bar, ordered the reddest drink they had in honor of the vampire princess your costume declared you to be. Sipping on it slowly then as the taste assaulted your senses and whatever alcohol it contained burned your throat, you took a few minutes to look around the floor and study the lay of the land until a shiver traveled down your spine and a voice in the back of your mind told you you were being watched.
But that just had to be paranoia, right?
This was a party you were actually invited to, you were no one in particular and everyone looked to be enjoying themselves way too much to zero in on you. No, you figured now with the outfit you wore the shiver was simply your body adjusting to the changes in temperature and as for the voice well, that you were going to write off as your imagination when a cursory glance around the room proved not one single person here was looking in your direction. You were just another body. Gazing out across the sea of faces more closely now bathed in the eerie glow of lighted pumpkins and multi colored billowing smoke, another sip of your drink to calm your nerves and it actually warmed your heart to see so many people - superheroes and Stark employees alike - just hanging out and enjoying the spooky season in all manner of costume that now made you feel right at home.
At last leaving the safety of the bar and venturing forth to mingle, talk and get a closer look at some of the activities, you not only discovered Thor’s dark talent for telling terrifying stories that appeared to be frightening even grown ass adults, but it actually made you smile even more to find Bucky and Sam thoroughly outdoing each other in an ever increasingly degrading game of Truth or Dare. They really seemed to be embracing the spirit of the season. Which you figured was something you should be doing.
Thinking now to yourself however of just how much Tony and Nat especially would have enjoyed the festivities on display, you were just about to join Wanda, Pepper and some of your former colleagues from before you left Stark Industries to work at the Avengers Compound for a game of 7 Minutes In … when a glimpse off to your left revealed Carol, Clint and Bruce in the throes of carving pumpkins and having a heated discussion as to which one of them was doing a better job. Deciding there and then that this actually looked like far better fun and also using the excuse to get your hands on a knife, you placed your hand on Pepper’s shoulder and gave her a warm smile in greeting before making a beeline for the three Avengers currently trying to decide what exactly Carol was after creating.
Stepping up beside them now in the hopes of not only settling the argument but also just to see what each of them had accomplished, you too had to agree that the pumpkin was not something recognizable on Earth to which Carol now threw her arms around you and thanked you for stating the obvious. Apparently she had indeed carved out some alien creature none of you had ever even heard of and neither of the guys had actually realized it. Deciding now that your detective skills merited some type of reward and pointing out, to his dismay, that it made you smarter than the great Doctor Banner, Carol now reached behind you and picked up the nearest pumpkin for you to try out your skills on.
Taking the knife now offered by Clint, you waited until all three of them nodded their heads for you to begin and so you did. Slicing off the top and scooping out the insides, you then carved slowly and carefully and fifteen minutes later a tea light nestled inside revealed the Kraken from Norse mythology devouring a ship and dragging it down to the depths of the ocean never to be seen again. Grumbling between themselves that you were hiding talents from them, the three superheroes now admitted defeat and walking away left you thinking of what you wanted to do next. Deciding that as grand, successful and fun as your first pumpkin carving attempt had been, it was a bit too dark in your opinion despite the season that was in it and so reaching for the biggest pumpkin you could find you made the first cut thinking that this time you wanted to try something simple and cheerful.
But alas it wasn’t meant to be. Sliding the knife in and drawing it back out, a gust of wind simply loud enough for you to hear emanated from the pumpkin and as the knife plunged back in and created a larger cut, a portal formed before your eyes and sucked you forwards into the unknown.
Rising to your feet now having been unceremoniously dumped out wherever the portal had ended, you took a few steadying breaths before beginning the task of figuring out where you were and how you were going to make it back to the party. Realizing also in the same breath the mistake it was to have left your phone in your jacket pocket, you now focused instead on where you might be and the revelation shocked you. You were standing in what appeared to be a darkened toy store. Massive beyond belief and covered in cobwebs, debris and all the eerie spectacle of the season, your hopes of getting out of here began to soar as you cautiously made your way down the nearest aisle and headed towards the front of the building. But that hope did not last long.
Being greeted by boarded up windows that let in just enough light for you to see by, this revelation coupled with a nearby phone that proved to be lacking an active dial tone told you all you really needed to know. The place was utterly abandoned and you were trapped inside. Panicking now at the situation you found yourself in, you checked and rattled every window and door you could find for any possible way out but no exit appeared, so you now began searching the surrounding area for anything that might help you escape or at the very least alert someone outside that this place was not as abandoned as it appeared. Failing miserably however as everything you tried chipped away at your sense of preservation, you finally sent your gaze upwards along the height of the shelving and wondered if you could climb them, reach the roofing system and manage to get out that way.
Looking around once more now at the front of the building which offered no escape and the Halloween decorations adorning this place that now looked far more sinister and creepy the longer they stared back at you, you accepted you had nothing left to lose and so placing your foot on the nearest shelving and reaching up over your head you prepared to climb and get a better view of things above you when the sound of someone chanting off to your left caught your attention. Stopping what you were doing now and focusing more completely on what was being said, you still couldn't distinguish any one word from another but two facts were undisputed. And they totally freaked you out. One, you were no longer alone in this place and two, this new voice belonged to that of the male variety. Which made you even more uneasy. Taking a moment now to contemplate this new information in the context of what you were currently wearing and the time of year it was, you waited a heartbeat more before finally deciding that seeking assistance to get out of here was worth whatever danger may be waiting for you somewhere in the bowels of this disused toy store.
Dropping back down to the floor and moving forward now without alerting your unknown companion, you made it all the way to the action figure aisle where the light of a stationary flashlight illuminated the silhouette of a familiar figure standing before a life size cardboard cutout of The Black Widow Natasha Romanoff. Completely forgetting the unusual circumstances now that landed you in this peculiar location, you hurried forwards and called out Steve Rogers name until a wayward glance beyond him stopped you in your tracks.
Something very strange was happening here.
Looking back and forth now between the man that sparked hope within you and the object that halted your movements, seeing what looked like blood dripping down Natasha's effigy made you want to run back the way you had come when another image caught and held your attention. At the end of the aisle, four or five feet away now from where you and Steve stood, another life size cardboard cutout also stood dripping in the same red substance, but it was still easy to make out. This one was Tony Stark. Moving slowly past Steve now without any interference from him to stand before the image of your former boss, you were just about to reach out and wipe the red liquid from his cardboard helmet when a hand suddenly reached out to stop you and made your skin crawl.
"Please don't do that. Jamie was very clear that their blood should not come in contact with any other living creature," Steve explained and the shadows dancing across his features as you glanced towards him somehow made him far more terrifying than you ever thought possible.
"Who the fuck is Jamie and just what the hell is going on here?" you asked, turning now to face Steve fully while his grip on your wrist and the bloody scene before you frightened you more than you ever willing to utter. Especially to him.
Visibly flinching a bit at your language, tone or possibly both, Steve easily composed himself however before speaking. "Oh I'm sorry sweetheart," Steve began as he now moved both of you away from the figure before you and the temptation you still had to touch it. "I thought after all the time the two of you spent picking out your costume she would at least have given you her name. Guess she didn't," he now finished as his tongue darted out to lick his lips while his eyes took in the sight of you for the very first time.
Following his eyes down your costume now as some of the pieces began to fall into place, you still didn't know for sure what puzzle they were falling into though and part of you questioned if you really wanted to find out given what you had seen so far. But it proved to be a very small part however. Deciding instead after a brief pause that you just had to know what was going on, you turned your full focus back on Steve now and asked the question he failed to answer once again.
"Well if you really must know, Jamie informed me that very little separates the living from the dead on All Hallow's Eve. So using a spell she provided, Nat and Tony can walk this earth once again."
Completely horrified now by this revelation, all that it implied and his seemingly cavalier attitude to what he was proposing, your head screamed at you to run but your natural curiosity won out again as more words tumbled from your mouth without too much thought for what you were saying or the consequences they might reap. "What the hell Steve? Why would you do something like this? Have you any idea the forces your actions could unleash?"
Locking his eyes with you now as he contemplated whether or not to tell you the truth, it seemed the truth won out in the end as America's sentinel of liberty began to speak once more. "What can I say sweetheart? I missed Natasha. Hell even on some level I also missed Tony. I just had to find a way to bring them back. And this is it. Whatever it takes," he finished with a cold, almost lifeless whisper and you knew now that all hope was lost. This man before he was no longer the beacon of hope the world held him up to be and the longer his blue eyes roamed over your barely concealed form the more afraid you became of the circumstances that landed you here and the consequences should you be unable to escape.
Frantic now as your mind wandered back to the feeling of someone watching you as you entered the party, you wanted to tell yourself to shut the fuck up when another round of words left your trembling lips. "It was you?" you stated almost as a question as more pieces of this puzzle made themselves known to you. "You sent the invitation. Organized for Jamie to find me. You were watching me at the party too. Oh god," you shuddered out suddenly as a final thought revealed itself to you, "you left that cursed pumpkin for me to find. You wanted me here."
Backing away from him now as you no longer wanted to hear anything he had to say, you finally took off at a run not caring where you were headed, but only made it three aisles over before a heavy body slammed into you and brought you to the ground. Trying desperately now to fight him off but failing miserably given his power, size and the position you found yourself in, you might have feared for your life as a crazed looking Steve turned you over and brought his hands around your throat if not for the words that settled in your ears as his fingers started to squeeze. "Rest easy now sweetheart, I'm not done with you yet and there's at least one person both of us know who will be overjoyed to find you here."
Clawing at his hands now as your vision began to blur and his words frightened you more than any revelation so far this night, your fingers eventually fell from his as the cold embrace of darkness finally claimed you and his satisfied smirk was the last concrete image your mind captured.
Regaining consciousness some unknown time later to find Steve with his back turned towards you staring into space, you might have been horrified by the fact that your body suit was all that remained on your frame now if not for the fact that being practically naked was not your worst condition. Ignoring the super soldier who seemed to have taken leave of his senses, your eyes now took in the makeshift scene all around you and it was worse than the one before he choked you out. Following the line of your limbs, you quickly discovered that the drapes that earlier fell from your hips now tied you down to what looked and felt like the base of a fourteen foot trampoline. Which didn't bode well for you.
Determined as a result to remain as quiet as possible so as not to alert your unhinged captor, you pulled your arms and legs towards you and while there was some tiny movement allowed, the fabric didn't even tear. Which only confirmed that you weren't going anywhere anytime soon. Meaning you were now in serious trouble. Tired now from all the exertion this information and running from Steve had cost you, you relaxed back down on your makeshift prison and figured it was maybe time to try and reason with the man responsible for your current situation since you had nothing else to lose. “Hey Asshole,” you began as a means of grabbing Steve’s attention though you knew once again that your attitude had not been well received by the noticeable tension that seemed to settle in his shoulders, “you maybe want to tell me why exactly I’m tied down here. Surely you��re not going to go so far as to sacrifice me?” you now asked and you hated yourself for the tremor you knew he must be hearing in your voice.
“Sacrifice you?” Steve now asked as he turned around to face you before jumping up onto the trampoline and kneeling down between your open legs. “Oh sweetheart don’t be silly. Jamie doesn’t practice that type of magic, but you will have to contribute … something,” he now answered and as his fingers began gliding over your bound figure you suspected that his next answer was not going to be something that was going to excite you. Even if you hadn't been tied down.
Listening intently now as the terror began to build, Steve informed you that come midnight Tony and Nat would step through their blood soaked cardboard cutouts and rejoin the world they gave their lives for. All that then had to be done to seal the resurrection spell was for the two of them … well in this case the three of them, to spend the next twenty-four hours ravishing each other's bodies and yours so Jamie could harness the energy of said couplings for whatever purpose she required. Finishing off this revelation then by leaning forwards and placing a kiss against each covered breast, you wished you could headbutt him in retaliation but the other questions swirling in your brain took priority.
Plus there was the fact that your current position didn’t allow you the strength to inflict that type of damage on him. Still, telling Steve in no uncertain terms that you would tell Tony and Natasha what he had planned, you also told him that he had to be even more deranged if he thought the flimsy drapes tying you down would remain strong enough to hold you for that length of time. His answer to this remark however only served to shock you even more.
Glancing at his watch now before releasing a laugh that sent a chill through your very soul, Steve now seemed to take perverse pleasure in settling his lips against your ear before explaining the lengths he and Jamie had gone through to secure your participation. “Oh sweetheart, your little shopping trip to Jamie’s did more than enable you to purchase this delicious covering. The drapes while looking flimsy to you are actually enchanted to hold you forever until one of us releases you. And as for telling tales to Tony and Nat," he continued with a tsk tsk sound, “well … try to reveal anything too detailed about your participation or Jamie’s involvement and all anyone will hear is you moaning, pleading and begging to be fucked harder.”
Rising off the trampoline now and heading back to the spot he had previously been watching from, your mind began to swirl with everything he had just told you but as a whooshing sound now broke the silence settling around you and Steve again, this new development now told you that the time you had left with full control over your voice was just about up. So with very little choice left available to you, you swallowed your fear and asked Steve the one remaining question that haunted you the most now. “Steve, what happens to me after twenty-four hours? Will I actually survive what’s coming?”
Torn between answering you now and giving his full attention to his two friends whose cutouts you just now noticed standing a few feet away, a quick glance at the shimmering effigies and his watch told Steve he still had some time. It couldn't hurt then to give you another piece of information, right? Sighing again at your persistence before turning back to face you, he simply told you now that you would indeed survive but all four of you would then be bound together forever and beyond. Informing you also that the question and answer portion of the evening was now officially over, you would have protested this final statement vigorously if not for the skeletal hands you now watched emerging from the cutouts before you.
This shit couldn't be real.
Following your frightened gaze and high pitched screams now to also witness what you were seeing, Tony and Nat emerging through the blood soaked veils should have been a welcome sight except for what actually appeared in their stead. Disheveled skin, protruding bone and wispy strands of hair, you now felt bone chilling fear for the first time in your life at the prospect of having these creatures anywhere near you. But Steve it seemed didn't care. Moving forward now one step at a time for every one they took in your direction, you ignored Steve’s actions and his previous comments and pulled harder against your bindings until a new phenomenon drew your attention to what was taking place before your eyes.
Craning your neck now around Steve’s considerable bulk, your eyes widened in utter disbelief as you watched the desiccated corpses of two people you thought you’d never see again somehow absorb the blood that previously covered their cutouts and complete their transformations. Reaching their friend and former teammate then, Tony and Nat embraced Steve in all their former glory and as the three friends focused on their own reunion you now wondered how long you had until their attention fell on you and whether this transformation was real or simply an illusion.
Fearful now that the answer to this unvoiced question would end up being the latter, yet not liking the former prospect any more either, you foolishly tried once more to free yourself from your confinement until Tony separated from his friends and locked his gaze on you. “Well now darling, aren’t you a sight these once dead eyes thought they’d never see again. Capsicle you really have outdone yourself,” Tony now added as he walked away from Nat and Steve and closed the distance between you. Feeling your heart now pounding in your chest the closer he got to you as Natasha helped Steve strip out of his clothes, Tony at last reaching the trampoline and placing his hand upon your ankle told you one thing at least. This was no illusion.
Completely naked, warm to the touch and looking every bit as human as he had in life, the smirk you never admitted to loving graced his newly restored features once again as he watched your eyes travel down his impressive physique to settle on his equally impressive package. It was better than your dreams. Calling for the others now to hurry up, Steve and Nat standing beside him equally naked now left you feeling positively fully clothed in the bodysuit that moments earlier had felt like nothing more than a glorified swimsuit. But you knew it wouldn’t last. Watching now as their hungry eyes raked over your bound and covered form, all three heroes nodded silently to each other now before Tony joined you on the trampoline and ripped the bodysuit from you. Begging now for them not to follow through with what they had planned, it was Natasha that set out to put your mind at ease.
“Princess please, look at you. Look at us,” she continued as Steve and Tony reached out and helped her up on the trampoline. Dipping ever so slightly now from the combined weight of all four of you as Tony remained between your legs while Steve and Nat rested on either side of you, the redhead licking a stripe along your neck made you cringe in disgust until she started speaking once again. Then you wanted to vomit. “Do you see Tony’s package princess? Tell me you haven’t fantasized about it buried deep within your flower. And what about Steve?” she asked, reaching across your body then to place her hand around his glorious erection. “Imagine this rod splitting you apart as you beg the guys to fuck your brains out. Not that we'll be able to hear you much with my pussy dripping all over that sweet and talented mouth of yours,” Natasha finished with a laugh before her lips crashed against yours and her tongue invaded your mouth and tickled your senses.
Drawing back to let both of you breathe then while letting go of Steve’s equipment, the three heroes exchanged looks once again as Tony now made room for Natasha between your legs while Steve moved closer to fondle your breasts and replace Nat’s lips with his own. Fighting off Steve’s advances now as his tongue darted out against your lips but failed to breach your oral cavity, he finally managed to penetrate your defenses however when Natasha bent down between your legs and buried her head against your intimate area. Moaning out then as her lips descended over your folds and began to lick and nibble an area no man or woman had ever touched orally before, Steve took full advantage of your slippage and gliding his tongue over yours began to seek out any participation from you on his end.
Squirming now to get away from Steve’s skillful hands and Natasha’s talented fingers and mouth, you actually lost control of your senses when Tony attached his mouth to Nat’s private area and sent her moans reverberating through your pussy in a sensation overload you had never experienced before. One that made your head spin. Grabbing a hold of the drapes now as you and Natasha were pulled apart, you couldn’t tell where you ended and Nat started and at this moment you couldn’t really care. Feeling your orgasm growing stronger and stronger as Natasha's tongue and fingers continued to assault your core, Steve now suckling on your breasts while Tony worked Nat towards her own release confirmed all that they had told you ... it was going to be a fourway.
But it didn't end there. Hearing a female voice chanting in the same language you had heard earlier, a cracking sound joined the slapping, slurping and moaning sounds coming from all four of you and you figured now that this was the energy harnessing part of the spell that Steve had previously mentioned. At least you might have accepted that explanation had your mind been able to focus completely on anything other than the sensations currently pulsing throughout your system. Biting along your chest now so that your mouth was free to give a voice to their efforts, moaning out now just like Steve had promised as their manipulations of your body continued to push you higher and higher, you cried out your release and created a vice-like grip on Natasha's fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through you and threatened to knock you out once again. But it wasn't going to happen. Continuing to fuck you through your high as Steve now egged her on and Tony increased his eating out of the redhead sandwiched between the two of you, one more powerful, never-ending spasm starting in your head and thrumming downward towards your toes and you felt the dam burst. Literally. Squirting out all over Natasha's face as she in turn released into Tony's waiting mouth, all three heroes now smiled in satisfaction at the moisture leaking from you and dripping down Natasha's face.
Laying atop you now as Steve moved forwards to taste her release on Tony's face, you would have chosen that moment to close your eyes to the scene before you if the redhead didn't have other plans. Moving her body along yours as the guys now watched in rapt attention, her bringing her lips against yours should have made you thoroughly repulsed but instead it turned you on. And the words she uttered next just added to your overall confusion and humiliation. "You taste wonderful princess, don't you think? I'm glad I got to sample you first," she finished with a wink as she then flopped down beside you and began discussing with the guys how all of you should proceed from here. Deciding it was only fair that Steve should get to taste your nectar next, Tony and Nat now snuggled up on either side of you as the super soldier made himself comfortable between your legs. Feasting on your pussy then as Nat and Tony showered your upper body with nips and kisses, you actually began to wonder if Steve required any air to breathe at all as your body responded to his stimulations and his face seemed determined to breach your entrance.
Begging him to stop eventually as you couldn't take much more, an imperceptible look towards his teammates had Tony holding down your hips while Nat placed her lips over yours to easily silence all of your objections. No longer able to do anything now but feel each and every sensation swirling through you, your body finally succumbed to Steve's unrelenting torture as wave after wave of unending pleasure crashed throughout your body and you at last surrendered to the multiple orgasms competing within you for the title of strongest one. Pleased with himself now at the effect he had on you as he collapsed exhausted between your legs, you hoped now they would at least let you rest a bit before starting up again. But this was not to be part of their plan it seemed.
Having followed the rule of ladies first and then rewarding Steve for all that he had accomplished so far this night, Tony had waited patiently to taste your honeypot. But it seemed his patience now had run out. Returning to their starting positions as Natasha whispered in your ear how she had never tasted anything quite as exquisite as your pussy, Steve devoring your mouth once again did nothing to distract you from Tony's mouth attaching itself to your dripping folds. Acknowledging now for the first time that Steve and Nat were clean faced, the feel of Tony's goatee against your oversensitive lips was an altogether different experience. As were his skills. Realizing now that the previous two heroes had pulled you apart without ever actually manipulating your clit, Tony's nibbling on your bundle of nerves along with the tingling burn created by his facial hair added a whole new sensation to the pulses taking place within your core and as every muscle in your body began to tighten you knew you were in trouble. This was shaping up to be your most powerful release yet.
Successfully pulling back from Steve's mouth now as the pressure began to build throughout your system, you fought as best you could against Tony's hold even though it was an action that ultimately proved futile. Adding his fingers now which then became a fist as his tongue, lips and goatee all continued to aggravate the nerve endings his friends had previously sparked to life, you this time welcomed the darkness that surrounded you as fireworks burst behind your eyes and what felt like electricity crackled everywhere from your head to your toes. You had never in your life come so hard and part of you hoped you never would again. It was beyond draining.
Releasing the drapes then that tied your now limp body to the trampoline, the heroes began to use you in earnest now as each of them took turns to become acquainted with all of your holes and each others. Twisting and turning you now in ever more creative ways as each of them tried it seemed to outdo the other, all you could do now was try not to pass out again as one orgasm ended and another one began. In fact, so coordinated and determined were they in their dominance of you that at one stage in this bizarre ritual with Nat sitting on your face while kissing Steve beneath you and Tony somehow also sampling Natasha's nether regions, both of the guys' cocks buried in your pussy at the same time had all four of you joined as one. And it wasn’t the only time this happened. Another time, Steve buried in Nat's ass and Tony buried in yours while you and Nat pleasured each other seemed to you like something out of a pornographic movie. But this too had actually been real.
Losing track of all the times each of you had come now as well as trying not to think about the consequences of all the loads the guys had deposited within your core, you suspected this part of your ordeal was coming to an end however as the crackling energy you vaguely remembered noticing earlier coalesced into a shimmering barrier surrounding the trampoline as Steve and Tony both released one final burst of cum each against your shuddering walls. Exhausted now to the point of being nearly catatonic, yet also eternally grateful that you had indeed survived, your body covered and overflowing with cum could not shut off the new round of questions forming in your brain as Steve and Tony nestled against your sides while Natasha lay down between your legs and rested her head upon your stomach.
Breaking the silence to ask what their plans were now that the twenty-four hour sex marathon had secured their resurrection, no amount of thinking or deducing on your part could have prepared you for the answer Tony furnished you with however. Informing you that a house had been secured in your name somewhere in time, all of you would live comfortably on a secret fortune that Steve had amassed while populating this new time period with the next generation of earth’s heroes.
Strenuously protesting this idea while simultaneously groaning at the thought of all the sex that would be required to accomplish this goal, Tony and Nat peppering your skin with kisses did very little to distract you however as Steve reached under the trampoline and retrieved a bag containing four time travel suits with corresponding GPS wrist straps. Slowly backing away from their location now as you all dismounted the trampoline, arguing with Tony that this whole idea of starting over was beyond absurd as the three heroes proceeded to suit up, a stern look from Steve as he moved to block your escape attempt told you no more insolence on your part would be tolerated going forward. Informing you then as he grabbed a firm hold on your shoulders that you could either get dressed on your own or be dressed, it was Nat now who tried to smooth things over by appealing to your gentler side.
"Princess, forget what happened these past twenty-four hours and listen to your heart. Now tell us you don't want this. This world believes us to be dead so we can't stay here, but elsewhere together a life with Tony, Steve and I awaits where you will be treasured beyond your wildest dreams," she finished and as all three heroes now stood awaiting your answer you simply countered by asking where the exit out of here was and would they even let you reach it.
Smiling at you now as Steve flat out told you you weren't going anywhere but with them, suiting up and following on as he led all three of you farther into the store and back to the storage area, all four of you then stood on the waiting quantum generator, synced up your GPS wrist straps and shot through the time portal to emerge in a wooded landscape with an impressive cabin decked out in all the splendor of the spooky season. Resigning yourself now to the future they promised as Steve confiscated all four wrist straps, a change of clothes inside the house had you wondering how long you could survive this nightmare before you lost your mind and whether or not your new reality came with heroes that could offer some assistance.
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Kiss The Pain Away
It’s October, which is one of the most choice months to exist, and I have been mia for weeks and didn’t wish you guys a hello and happy holidays to the start of Halloween so I apologize and please forgive me for that. ꃋᴖꃋ That being said HAPPY 17 DAYS INTO HALLOWEEN EVERYONE WAHOO YIPPEE!
I come humbly offering a little Motobe fic that I have been working on for an embarrassingly long amount of time some time now, and though it isn’t necessarily explicitly Halloween themed its yandere and messed up so it fits the bill well enough I hope. :D
I really want to maybe (big emphasis on the maybe) put out some kind of spooky/monster thing (even if it’s just a small blurb in the void) for Halloween but I think you all know me well enough by now to know that that may not happen, despite my best intentions. ^^; I will try my darndest though, so here’s to hoping. 八(＾□＾*)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy and I love and appreciate you all very much thank you for reading!!! ~<3
WARNINGS: Gore and a lot of blood, this whole fic is basically centered around reader hurting themselves (accidentally) so there is just so much blood. If blood is not your thing please be mindful. Also: kidnapping, forced affection, Motobe being a delusional creep, the tiniest mentions of noncom/dubcon and maybe cannibalism, language, violence, and just general dark/yandere vibes.
Blood surrounded you.
Pooling in your hand, dripping steadily to the floor, an intense pain was pulsating from the open wound it originated from. The weapon you had cut yourself with laid discarded at your feet on the floor, tossed aside the moment you grabbed it incorrectly and caused the gory scene you now stood the center of.
The cut left behind was deep and agonizing, extending over the entire length of your palm and down your wrist, tearing into the soft skin of your upper arm. The initial slice was so excruciating that for a horrifying moment you thought the whole hand had been sliced in two, your body trembling from the shock as you tried to assess the damage through the gore. A sharp gasp of pain hissed from your lips whenever you moved your arm, the searing sting causing tears to dribble down your cheeks as easily as the blood trickled down your arm.
“(Name), I’m back!”
Shit.
Your eyes darted toward the entrance of the house, panic quickly consuming you at the sound of Motobe’s cheery voice. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another hour at least, he told you as much before he left this morning. You cursed under your breath as you took in the mess around you, frowning at the realization that it would take far more than a hasty wipe up job to clear it all away. A deep frown settled on your face, you wouldn’t have attempted this had you of known what little time you truly had.
Motobe was not apt to follow a strict schedule, so trying to figure out when you would be left alone for an extended period of time was no easy task. The man had no concept of personal space, and from the moment he snatched you up moments of peace had become few and far between. He was always breathing down your neck, butting into your business, keeping constant tabs on each and every thing you did while you were trapped under his roof. He tried to play it off as if he was merely just spending quality time with you, taking an interest in your hobbies and life because he truly cared about getting to know you. All he wanted was to be in your presence, to understand you, to show you that he loved you.
The incessant hounding made you sick, his mockery of actual attentiveness rage inducing. That pleased little curl of his lip when you acknowledged him, or the sparkle in his eye when you gave in and conversed with him, did nothing but stir your disdain. It didn’t take you long to come to the conclusion that Motobe must be crazy if he saw his actions as that of a cherishing lover, as if everything he had done to you was anything besides fuel to stroke his ego, feeding his misguided obsession.
If a lasting relationship was his end game, he had already screwed up royally by knocking you out and locking you in his home against your will. It felt like ages since you had seen your friends, centuries since talking to your family. Your coworkers probably thought you were dead, and your landlord had definitely long since cleared out your apartment, someone else was most likely living out their day to day life peacefully inside it’s walls as you suffered. No amount of forced affection and smothering attention would help his case, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.
For months you had been plotting your escape. Motobe wasn’t keen on leaving you alone, and while he did all he could to spend as much time with you as physically possible, that didn’t mean he never left the house. Some time apart was unavoidable if he wanted to keep you fed and ‘cared’ for without risking you getting sick, hurt, or (god forbid) having you step out into the big, scary world on your own for an errand run.
Though he never seemed to stay out long, he definitely had some kind of life outside of you (a luxury you feared would never be awarded to you again, Motobe seemed quite content to have you rely on him entirely), but he kept you ignorant to the details of his sporadic comings and goings. It wasn’t that you were overly interested in what he did when he stepped away from the building that encapsulated you, but having no real clue as to his hobbies, relations, and profession made calculating what days and time frames he would be away for long periods of time difficult to decipher.
Nevertheless you persevered, and through a careful analysis of his activity you managed to narrow down several dates when he was sure to be gone for longer than just a few minutes, giving you a fair chance to make a move.
And from there, your plan truly took off.
With a tentative date and time, the next hurdle you focused on was taking note of his secret weapon stashes. You made the most of the moments he’d briefly unveil them, keeping to the shadows so that he wouldn’t spot you peeping, doing your best to commit their location to memory. While stealing peeks at his vast array of artillery, you couldn’t help but wonder who would need THAT many weapons, and what exactly he did out in the world that required him to be so armed? Was he in the military, or maybe a terrorist (the latter wouldn’t be all that shocking, considering how you arrived here)? Was this all just a really intense hobby? It unnerved you, but you pushed past your concerns. After all, he had never threatened you with his arsenal, why fret over it now?
Fueled by the taste of freedom on your tongue, you had started sucking up to Motobe, acting demure and agreeable to get his guard down and (hopefully) grant you more freedom. Each unwanted kiss was reciprocated, every advance responded to with a coy smile. You never considered yourself much of an actor, but seeing how easily he seemed to fall for it, maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit.
After weeks of gritting your teeth and putting up with his heavy handed affection, all your hard work had finally paid off. Your proverbial chains were lifted, and Motobe no longer suctioned himself to you all hours of the day, granting you some much needed leeway. You took that ounce of freedom and ran with it, walking around the house untethered, narrowing down which doors and windows would make the best escape routes.
Motobe opened up more to you in turn, sharing stories and tidbits from his life that he previously kept closely guarded. While thankful for any insight that may assist your plight, his ramblings left you more confused than anything. From his perspective, he made himself out to be some manner of hero, making cryptic comments that the livelihoods of so many people were weighing heavily on his already overburdened shoulders. He’d always make sure to add that you were never part of that burden, ‘saving’ you was his destiny and an honor, being your guardian was a privilege he didn’t take lightly.
Never mind the fact that you were never once in danger as you lived out your mundane, Motobe free life. If anything, you were probably much safer back then then you were now, but trying to explain that to Motobe was counterproductive, so you kept your mouth shut.
The best you could gather was that he saw himself as some manner of vigilante who did martial arts work on the side to fund his less lucrative job of being everyone’s great protector. His idealistic view on his existence would be endearing if you didn’t know the truth of it. Stomaching his rose tinted view of this life you lived with him was hard enough as is, but actively watching Motobe hide behind his savior complexto justify all his wrong doings added to your revulsion. If nothing else could be said for him, he certainly would make a fascinating case study for any psychiatrist who could stomach his self-righteous bullshit.
But regardless of how much you believed or understood him, you pretended to take an interest in Motobe’s life, using the pieces of info you gathered about his future plans and where he frequently traveled to finally hammer down the ideal timeslot of escape.
For once in a very long time, luck was on your side. And things only continued to get easier for you from there.
Motobe’s new lax outlook on your relationship carried over to his weapons as well, making it much easier for you to take stock of them. Being so close to so many deadly things frightened you, and the fact that they were never far from Motobe’s reach did little to ease your already shot nerves. You had seen him in action as he practiced in his private dojo, wielding each one with the skilled hands of an expert as he decimated training dummy after training dummy. Watching him had acquainted you well with the brutality he was able to inflict with said weapons at his disposal-the flayed dummies a brutal reminder that his gloating was not entirely bullshit. And it wasn’t just weapons either, the man had a knack for turning anything he laid hands on into a deadly device, be it a toothpick or a teddy bear. The damage he could do with an actual arsenal was more than enough to keep you from attempting anything haphazardly, forcing you into subservience to avoid upsetting him, fearful that he may eventually cast his ire your way.
However, even with his new found penchant for opening up, he seldom wielded his weaponry in your presence, mainly only taking them out for routine maintenance. This is how you gained most of your knowledge, by spying on him while he tended to and arranged his varying munitions. Though you did your best to be covert while you did so, you were pretty sure he was always aware you were near. He had asked you several times on cleaning days if you were interested in watching, but each time you bashfully declined, feigning ignorance to your own snooping. Truthfully, it upset you that he was able to read you so plainly, but you were thankful that he seemed to chock your research up to mild interest and not an assault plan.
After you felt you had a decent enough grasp on his hoard, including how they were secured and safeguarded, your plot was nearly to fruition. You had memorized the combination lock that let you into the vaulted room (after you had seen him do it once it was easy to remember, he had made the code your birth date after all), kept track of the different places he kept the keys that lead to each individual weapon case, snagging the one he was least likely to notice was missing. A date had been set for when he would be gone nearly the entire day, so all that was left for you to do was put your plan into action.
And that is how things had proceeded thus far, all according to plan. For a moment you thought maybe God or some other sort of powerful entity had thrown you a bone, pitying you enough that they finally decided to offer some divine intervention. Excitement buzzed throughout you, this was it! Everything had fallen into place and this was your moment to put all your hard work and planning into motion. You would be armed, you would hide, you would spring on Motobe as soon as he came through the door, stunning and wounding him, and then when he was downed you would run as fast as your goddamn legs would carry you and keep running until these past few months were just a horrible blur in the past.
It really was a shame that the key you managed to grab ended up unlocking the weapon you were least familiar with, one with a hidden blade concealed near the handle that you happened to learn about the hard way. Funny how after months of planning all your hope was quashed by one tiny misstep, the throbbing wound on your hand mocking you for even considering you had a chance of escape. If the God that assisted you thus far was watching, you wondered if he was laughing at you.
You frowned as you heard his heavy footsteps coming closer your way. “… Sweetie, can you hear me?”
You fumbled, slipping on your own fluids in an attempt to flee the scene and head to the relative safety of the bathroom. A hiss escaped your lips as your knees collided against the cold tile of the dojo floor with a dull thud, the resulting pain insignificant compared to that of your palm.
Apparently picking up on your blunder, the footsteps in the hall hastened until they stopped abruptly at the rooms entrance. You heard a sharp intake a breath, turning to find Motobe staring at the scene with wide eyes, a furrowed brow, and lips slightly parted as he took in the blood bath before him.
“Baby…” He cooed at you sickeningly, looking at you with such sad, pathetic eyes it made you want to vomit right on the spot. He took a few steps inside, making his way towards you. “What happened?”
His eyes flicked to the discarded weapon on the floor, and a brief shadow flitted across his features, “…You got into one of my caches?”
His voice wasn’t accusing so much as it was disappointed. He breathed a heavy sigh, coming upon your crumpled form with slow, calculated steps, as if you were a scared rabbit he was trying to keep from bolting. Instinctively you went to hide your wound, tucking your hand close to your body to shield your embarrassing faux pas from the man who hovered above you. You could practically feel the dissatisfaction radiating off him as you concealed yourself from him, a deep frown sure to be set on his face if you were to deign him the pleasure of eye contact.
“(Name),” his voice was sterner this time, punctuated by the use of your name and not one of his disgusting pet names, “Let me see your hand. This amount of blood loss is nothing to turn your nose at. You’ll need stitches at the very least. Please, let me see.”
He held out his hand patiently, which you stared at in consideration for several seconds before yielding. Shakily, you withdrew your hand from your chest, laying it gently in Motobe’s steady hold.
“Oh sweetheart” he clicked his tongue, gingerly holding your hand palm up, inspecting the gaping, self-inflicted wound, “Look at this! This is why I always tell you to ask me for help if you have an interest in any of the weapons, you’ll end up hurting yourself like this if you don’t know how to handle them properly.”
In every regard, Motobe was always so gentle with you. Speaking to you, touching you, being intimate with you, he always treated you as if you were made of glass ready to shatter at one mishandle. This interaction was no different, as he carefully turned your hand this way and that, a soft, sincere expression settled on his face. He was deeply concerned for you, worried and upset about the pain you were undoubtedly suffering through.
But even with all his apparent sincerity, the only feeling you could muster for him was contempt. If he hadn’t captured you and forced you into this suffocating house against your will, you would never have suffered an agony such as this. It didn’t matter how kindly he outwardly appeared, you would never give in to him, not when you knew what a monster he truly was.
He let out a low hum as he continued his inspection, “You damn near cut to the bone, we need to get you cleaned up so it doesn’t get infected,” He started to lean towards you, arms outstretched as they began to envelope you, “I’ll take you to the bathroom.”
Slapping his hands away, Motobe’s eyes widened as you scuttled back, your knees smearing your blood in a vibrant, gruesome streak.
“I can walk myself,” You hissed through clenched teeth, shooting him a hate filled glare. “Don’t touch me.”
He sighed, his brow furrowing, “Baby, look at how much blood you have lost. If you get up on your own, you are going to be dizzy. You already fell once, didn’t you?”
You continued to glare at him, jaw set in a harsh frown. You knew he was right, but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. Your vision was already slightly blurred from the blood loss mixed with the anger that was coursing through your system, if you tried to stand on your own, you were sure to topple instantly.
Taking your silence as a go ahead, he slowly proceeded to wrap you in his arms, hoisting you up as one might a child. He made his way to the bathroom, being sure to avoid slipping on his way there.
With a grunt, he seated you on the toilet and proceeded to dig around for something to staunch the bleeding. It didn’t take him long to procure some gauze bandages and a warm, wet cloth to start cleaning the wound. He moved delicately, but you still cringed the moment he came to near to the torn flesh. Shooting you an empathetic look, he moved efficiently to minimize the time you spent in pain.
After he had gotten the wound moderately cleaned, he had you press a towel to it, catching the new blood that was seeping out. Your heart rate quickened as you saw him fish around for suturing supplies. The pain in your hand was already abysmal, and you weren’t looking forward to the new wave of agony a novice stick job was about to bring you.
He chuckled softly as he laid out his tools, preparing for the inevitable, “You know, I’m a little surprised. I always lock my weapons up securely, double checking them before I leave the room. I know I am getting older, but I am not so senile that I left one wide open…” He shot you a quick look, a definite questioning undertone to it that you found hard to face.
“It must have been some work getting to them,” his voice grew quieter as he turned his full attention your way. There was sternness to him that he didn’t typically use on you, making you want to shrink in on yourself. “Something tells me it wasn’t a mere coincidence that you had one in your possession, and judging by your lack of interest any other time I tried to teach you about them, I doubt you merely wanted to take a look.”
He crouched down, elbows resting on his knees as he stared deeply into your eyes, “(Name)… Why were you in my weapons? What were you trying to do?”
His voice was tinged with dismay, but remained disarmingly reserved. It was as if he knew your whole plan already and just wanted you to fess up to it. He was ready and waiting to hear you confess your sins, break down to him in a sobbing voice about how sorry you were, plead for his forgiveness. And he would give it to you, he always did. Because he loved you, because he cared for you more than anyone, because he was the only one on this entire planet who could ever hold such deep and profound affection for you. You felt like a little girl being scolded by her father, he may be let down by you, but his despondence over this moment would never overshadow the ceaseless adoration he has for you.
It made your blood boil.
“What was I trying to do?” You seethed, your body starting to slightly quake with your thinly concealed rage, “I was trying to get the fuck out of here! Escape to some place, any place, where I never have to see you again! You’re so deluded you probably conveniently forgot this, but you kidnapped me you asshole!”
You scooted as far back on the toilet as you could, giving yourself as much space as physically possible. You took a shuddering breath before continuing to spit your venom, meeting his gaze with daggers.
“You think I want to be here, trapped in this hell hole with you? You think I like having you paw at me, or that I get off to you forcing yourself on me? Do you think its fun to have every moment of my life under a microscope, all of my autonomy taken from me as you live out your sick little hero fantasy, convincing yourself that you are caring for me, helping me, or that you actually love me?”
You shook your head, fighting back angry tears that threatened to spill, “You’re SICK Itou, you have been for a very long time. I thought it was obvious at this point, but let me spell it out for you. I took the weapon to fucking attack you. I stole its so that I could hurt you bad enough to run away from this shit hole and get away from you forever.”
Your voice dropped as you stared into his tempestuous eyes, a small smirk tugging at your lips. Maybe you would never be strong or cunning enough to physically wound Motobe, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hurt him in other ways.
“I fucking hate you,” your words were quiet, but clear, spoken with clear intent. “And no matter how much you pretend otherwise, I will always, always hate you.”
Silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the sound of your ragged breathing. A noticeable chill permeated the room, causing goose bumps to litter your flesh. You expected an intense reaction, a severe rebuttal to your stinging tirade, possibly even tears over how callously you were treating him. Instead, you received suffocating stillness, the man before you a rigid statue, his emotions impossible to read as you stared into his impassive face.
That scared you much more than his fury ever could.
“Hmmm,” he eventually hummed, eyes glazing over as they bored down on you, his grip slowly tightening around your arm, “I found you on your knees, but you must have fallen and hit your head too, huh sweetheart?”
“What’re you talking about-“
The exasperated words could barely leave your lips before he gave a tight squeeze, sending a wave of fresh pain up your already throbbing arm. You cried out, struggling to pull from his grasp, but it only made his grip stronger. You flopped around uselessly, trapped in his constricting hold, tears flooding your eyes as fresh blood seeped through the towel. Flowing freely from your palm down your wrist, it came in contact with Motobe’s hand and started to snake its way down his own arm, deep red trails cutting harsh lines across his unmarred flesh.
“Otherwise you wouldn’t be so cruel, so ungrateful, right? Not after all I’ve done. Not after all I continue to do for you.”
He removed the sopping cloth from your hand, discarding it with a wet slap as he threw it in the sink. He lowered his head to your palm as if he were inspecting your wound, planning how he would proceed in patching you up. His eyes flicked to yours briefly, a dangerous gleam flashing through them that caused a chill to course through you, disturbing you so deeply it froze you to your core.
His lips hovered over your damaged flesh, puffs of his breath causing discomfort when they hit your weeping cut. Gradually he lowered himself until his lips collided with your wound, a searing kiss pressed roughly against your mutilated skin. A pained whine squeaked from your throat, your body jolting in surprise upon contact. You felt violated, more so than you ever had, unimaginable pain driving you to the brink as he planted kiss after kiss upon your hand. Each smack of his lips was a new torture, your hand burning violently under his ministrations, coaxing cries of agony from your gut so vile they sounded nearly inhuman.
Your response did not deter him- instead he fed off of it. Pressing harder, drawing each kiss out as long as he could, letting his lips deliberately linger on your aching flesh, sparking wave after wave of misery the longer and deeper he dug in. You shuddered as you felt his tongue join in your torment, squirming past his fleshy lips to lap at the steady stream of blood gushing against his mouth.
After several endless moments he finally lifted his head, looking up at you with the same lovestruck, doe-eyed expression he reserved solely for you.
“A kiss to make you feel better, darlin’.”
You felt bile rise in your throat as you stared at him in horror, his lopsided grin tinged crimson with your fresh blood. The bright, violent red that coated his mouth and dribbled down his chin gave him a feral edge. It looked like he had tried to devour you, tear you apart until there was nothing left but your flesh digesting in the pit of his belly-the wolf consuming the lamb.
“But please try and be more mindful in the future,” his tongue swept across his lips, your essence now staining his tongue as his droopy eyes leered at you, “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, sweetheart.”
#I just feel like Motobe would be insufferably delusion towards you so good luck my lovelies#baki the grappler#baki the grappler x reader#baki reader insert#motobe izou x reader#motobe x reader#yandere baki the grappler#yandere baki x reader#yandere motobe itou x reader#yandere x reader#yandere fic#dark fic#yandere reader insert#motobe itou#baki x reader#I hope you all enjoy and sorry it took forever to post anything TAT#mothwingswritings
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✨Pairing✨: serial killer!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader (ft. Robert Pronge)
Summary🪄: Never trust the back roads
⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS!! Soft,Dark!Ari, abduction, Minor character(s) death, mention of blood, a bit of Stockholm syndrome (maybe?), manipulation, language, hint of cult like lore/rituals
A/N🎤: Hey guys☺️! We got another spooky season themed piece based off Texas Chainsaw Massacre (movie and recently released game). Those who have read my works for a while know I usually stay in the lane of fluff, but as you’ve read above this is a bit darker in nature (please don’t read if any of the above warnings make you uncomfortable). So because this is new to me, I am v nervous lol but I hope those who read like it!
*Disclaimer!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*
“I told you we should’ve stayed on the interstate,” Brittany quips crossing her arms across her chest. “Now we’re out of gas and stuck on this hick-town backroad.”
“Need I remind you we wouldn’t be in this situation if somebody would’ve been ready so we could leave on time,” her boyfriend, Adrian, retorts turning the key in the ignition again to get the same result of his Bronco sputtering before going silent.
“Don’t blame your laziness on me! Who doesn’t get gas before leaving?”
“I had enough to get us to the halfway point we were supposed to be at-!”
“Will both of y’all shut up?!,” Cassidy, your roommate and Brittany’s best friend, shouts successfully quieting the couple up front. “Giving me a headache.”
“Now what do we do?,” you softly ask nervously toying with the ring dangling from the thin chain around your neck.
“If we knew we wouldn’t be sitting here now would we?”
“Hey! I get it Brit your frustrated. Don’t take that shit out on Y/N or any of us,” Cassidy snaps. Her best friend only mumbles under her breath sinking a bit lower in her seat.
“I’m sorry, what was that?!”
“Enough!,” Adrian shouts making you jump while the other girls look out their respective windows. Sighing, he grabs his phone from the middle console before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning towards the rest of you. “Let’s try to come together, alright?” Ever the captain trying to rally the “team”.
“I’m gonna walk up the road and see if I can find a gas station or anybody that can help. You three stay here and keep trying your phones to see if you can get anyone.”
“You’re just gonna leave us here?!,” Brittany asks as if offended he would ever speak such a plan. He doesn’t have time to answer from the knock on her window startling everyone in the car. The stranger’s almond brown strands framed his rugged yet model-esque face as his lips curled into a friendly smile. His large palms shooting up in surrender with a quick, “sorry!” giving all of you a show of his thick biceps and the veins that travelled up his forearms.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if y’all were alright,” he speaks loud enough to be heard through the rolled up window. His deep voice and southern drawl prickles your ears - and shamefully, other more neglected parts - wanting to hear him talk all day and night if you could.
“Yea, just out of gas,” Adrian answers. “Know where the closest station is?”
“I happen to own one 10-15 minutes up the road. I could drive you if you want?”
“Fuck no, we’re not going with him!,” Cassidy whispers to Adrian. “Where did he come from in the first place?”
“Cass this might be the only help we get. I’m not about to pass up the chance to get out of here because of paranoia,” he replies before turning back to the handsome stranger. “Sounds good, thanks.”
Once he’s helped all of you into his older model truck, it doesn’t take long for him to start the engine carrying the four of you down the road. Adrian sat in the passenger seat while you sat in the middle of Brittany and Cassidy in the back. The three of you quiet as the men small talked.
Adrian introduced all of you and explained your summer vacation plans - much to Brit and Cass’ displeasure - to the former stranger now called Ari.
Occasionally he’d ask if you all were okay or needed the air changed. His eyes unknowingly lingering on you a tad longer as you nervously smoothed out the hem of your flowy floral dress.
Knowing what you do now, you would’ve stopped Adrian from accepting his help. From either of you getting in that red truck and falling for a kind smile and hypnotizing blue eyes.
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Waking up, the panic returns to your body not being able to move your arms and legs far. The heavy shackles attaching them - and you - to the cold, metal table below make it near impossible as their chains rattle pulling your extremities back with a sharp thud.
“Might not wanna move too much sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty little wrists of yours.” The fearfully familiar voice has tears brimming your eyes hearing his footsteps come closer and closer until he’s stopping at the table on the opposite wall handling some tool. Without your glasses, everything looks blurry which only adds to your fear.
You lost them as you were trying to run away from your other captor. Long, stringy brown hair and thin wire frames of his own, he always seemed to wear black gloves and an apron splattered with some liquid you didn’t want to think about every time he appeared. This last time somehow finding your latest hiding spot as you all tried to escape.
First you were right beside Brittany, both of you shoulder to shoulder sprinting and nearly out of breath. Then suddenly you were harshly falling to the ground having tripped over something. She kept going, ignoring your hurt form as you were pulled along the clay like dirt trying to wiggle free as you screamed and sobbed calling out for help.
“Shut up! Maybe if you would’ve stayed where we put you, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” he spat down at you clearly frustrated you were putting him through all this trouble.
After finally settling on the delicate scalpel, he slowly stalks across the surgical like room. Shoes tapping against the linoleum floor while he admired how it gleams in the fluorescent light with every slight twist of his hand.
“Now,” he grins leaning down close enough that you could feel the warm air from his nostrils blowing against your skin. Smell the smoke on his breath from his earlier cigarette. “How about we get you out of those filthy clothes, hm?”
The back of the scalpel runs along your sweaty collarbone as he placed it under your thin, spaghetti strap. With one tug he could easily break it giving free access to your chest - especially with your arms being held above your head.
“I told you she was for last Bobby,” Ari speaks approaching your table and making your heart sink further. His partner, well Bobby, rolls his eyes begrudgingly sitting up to meet him now standing right by your leg smudged in dirt.
“Welp, sometimes life has other plans,” he replies with that devious smirk. Ari’s bigger than the man in front of him, easily being able to move Bobby out of the way with the thick muscles along his arms and back - not to mention those thighs straining to break free from his blue jeans.
You feel like a lab rat being observed by scientists under their intense gazes. Ari’s, though, mixed with something tender - almost enamored - that has you surprisingly not cowering away when he reaches his hand out brushing a thumb along your cheek to wipe away a fallen tear.
“Please,” you whisper between your sniffles. “I-I’ll do anything.”
Those words coming from your pretty mouth sparked something in Ari he’d never felt in all these years.
Plenty of his victims pleaded that same thing offering him any and everything a man could ever want, but he never budged continuing on for the sake of his family’s lineage. There was something about sweet you though, practically dripping with innocence and this light Ari couldn’t help but fall for. He saw that while you sat in the backseat of his truck and at the gas station quietly sipping your soda off on your own as you looked out the window towards the lush grassland across the street sprinkled with wildflowers. He actually felt guilty when he had to knock you out, hoping he wasn’t scarring your soft skin too much when he’d drug you to the storm cellar with the others.
Immediately, he wanted you all for himself and was ironically desperate enough to do anything to make it happen.
“Oh sweetheart, we’ve heard it all before,” Bobby teasingly coos. Ari’s emotion stays unmoving still gently wiping away your tears.
“I promise I won’t say anything!”
“I won’t say anything!,” he mocks trying to imitate your fear stricken voice before laughing to himself. He returns back to the table full of tools trying to decide between the rusted scissors or the butcher knife for his next torturous instrument. “You’re all the same.”
Peering up at Ari with wet lashes and red eyes, you whimper another quiet “please” hoping to see your family again.
And for the first time since your capture, that charismatic smile finds its way back on his pink lips reminding you of when he first appeared outside the car. Giving you a small sense of hope you should’ve known not to trust.
“Tell you what, I’m feeling generous so I’ll make a deal with you,” Ari speaks sounding so smooth as if the current environment around him wasn’t real at all. Bobby isn’t happy though, from the way he drops his tools stalking over to Ari.
“Need I remind you of your little legend?”
“Everything will be fine. Especially when sugar here helps us.”
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You can still hear Brittany’s screams coming from the room deeper in the basement. They’re faint, being however many feet upstairs in one of the older farmhouse’s bedrooms, but you can still hear the agony and fear laced within.
Hear the betrayal uttered along with every “no don’t!,” knowing you were ultimately the reason for her final capture - and soon death. Before she was taken herself, Cassidy found a hidden message on one of the walls describing how to get out using only Ls for left and Rs for right. Pictures meant to represent exits on how to leave the property that you all nearly found if not for the hidden traps.
A light tap on the door has you holding yourself tighter, moving slightly higher up the bed fearful of who could be on the other side. Luckily - or maybe not - it’s a blurry Ari holding something in his hands. His heavy steps stop at the edge of the bed gently placing something on the brown comforter. Cautiously, you reach out to feel the cool metal of your glasses excitedly placing them back on your face to find them cleaned and surprisingly without a scratch.
“I thought you’d need those.”
His strikingly handsome face is soft with a tilted smile as he hands you a glass of water you rush to take craving for the cool liquid to flow down your scratchy throat.
“Slow down sugar,” he chuckles. “There’s more.”
Now embarrassed, you slowly lower the glass from your chapped lips handing it back with a shy, “thank you,” before wrapping your arms around your middle again. “A-Am I going home now?”
He sighs clicking his tongue and rubbing the back of his neck with his bear paw of a hand as if not exactly knowing how to answer your question. His expression has your face falling in disappointment as well as confusion.
“‘Fraid not.”
“But…you told me you’d let me go?”
“And I did. You’re not in those rough shackles anymore are you?” You feel foolish thinking he’d actually help you this time. He’d shown you the knife before, yet you still openly turned your back as if he couldn’t stab you.
Were you really that naive? Or was it something deeper at work you were ashamed to admit?
“Aw don’t look so sad. I’m just looking out for you,” he explains perching on the corner of the full sized mattress. “The moment you show up back home without your friends all fingers are pointing towards you.”
“I’ll tell them we split up! That I don’t know what happened to them,” you cry.
“That’ll only get you so far before eyes are back on you sweetheart. Parents and friends of theirs saying how you have to know something. That’s when cops get more aggressive too.” Ari dares place his hand on your thigh as a sign of comfort, and you don’t remove it thinking how he was right.
You wouldn’t be able to play dumb for long before you’d appear even more suspicious to everyone. That then left you with two options: jail or hide away confirming your own death along with the others.
Tears quickly tumble from your eyes at your realization, but Ari’s there wiping them away as soon as they fall and leaving your skin tingly where he touched.
“I know I know, it’s a lot to take in. But I’ll be there to take care of you. Just like I took care of Brittany for you.”
“F-For me?,” you ask gazing at him with tears still falling as you silently hiccup.
He nods. “You didn’t know she was the one to trip you huh?” Part of him hated to be the one to break it to you, but on the other hand he could just eat you up like a little sugar cube how innocently oblivious you looked.
Not to mention how you still managed to look so pretty while you cried on his bed. It gave him other ideas, but he managed to push those away for now.
“She selfishly sacrificed you, so it’s only right she get the karma she deserved right?,” he asks gently squeezing your thigh.
You knew she never liked you. For whatever reason, always looking at you like an annoying little sibling being forced to tag along whenever Cassidy would invite you out with them. She was a true friend wanting you to experience more than the four walls of your dorm and your classrooms, while Brittany could care less about you.
Although it felt wrong to admit, you nod agreeing with the man doting on you making his tilted smile return - and that gooeyness to your insides.
“You won’t have to want for anything here with me sugar. I promise you that.”
Every fiber and cell in your body is warning you of his promises. Reminding you of everything you’ve been through up to that point. How you should be careful with the man in front of you, who had a deadly switch that could flip at any moment leaving you in clear danger.
Yet the way his blue eyes look at you - really see you, which is more than you experience from most people - you feel honored he’d retaliate on your behalf. You feel special receiving such loyalty and care.
And with that, you lean into his touch softly smiling as his thumb traces along your bottom lip. “Okay Ari.”
#ari levinson#ari levinson x black!reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x woc#ari levinson au#red sea diving resort#chris evans#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x reader#chris evans x woc!reader
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You Can’t Do This, I’m Old!
AN: Thus marks the end of my head start on tickletober lmao. This was so much fun to write! I hope we see more Fionna & Cake fics come out of the community, this show is amazing! Just some Simon & Marcy fluff with bonus bubbline, here’s day 7! Don’t expect the new fics to be as long as these last few have been. Enjoy!
Bubblegum and Marceline had been quietly giggling to themselves at the kitchen table while Simon occupied himself with an old documentary. It featured the animals of the old world, his world, before the fallout and magic turned them into fantastical monsters. Out of all the things he missed from his time, he had neglected to appreciate the mundane creatures. He regretted not giving them the proper attention while he had the chance, so his eyes were glued to the screen, doing a fairly good job of tuning out the loud conversation happening a few feet away.
Bubblegum held some kind of bright pink gun in her hands, fiddling with a knob on the side to change the setting to makeover. She aimed the device at her girlfriend and pulled the trigger.
Marceline coughed and sputtered as she waved away a cloud of smoke, looking down at her clothes and burst into loud laughter. Her ripped jeans and band t-shirt-turned-crop-top were replaced by a purple tube top and a hot pink tutu, complete with pink fishnets and heels.
"Oho man, I look like some rich tranch!" she exclaimed, reaching across the table to grab the gun. "My turn!"
Bubblegum jokingly tried to keep it out of reach before letting her yoink it from her grasp. Marceline took aim and fired, another bout of laughter overtaking her.
PB had been sporting a casual look, with shorts and a soft sweater, but now stood in a polka dot leotard and a rainbow wig.
"What the jam! Mine's way worse!" she cried, taking the gun back. Simon finally glanced over to see what all the fuss was about and smiled fondly before returning his attention to the screen. She held the gun upside down and pulled the trigger once more, reverting their outfits back to normal. She looked at the settings listed on the side and chuckled to herself, blocking it with her hand as she turned the knob.
"Hey I wanna see!" Marceline craned her neck to read over her shoulder, but her view was effectively blocked. When she was done, she pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, this time conducting a scan. When seemingly nothing changed, but Bonnie was still giggling at the device, Marceline was more than skeptical.
"Okay, what did it do?" she asked, hand on her hip.
"C'mere, look!" Bubblegum waved her over to look at the small screen on the back of the device. Marceline shuffled over, resting her chin on Bonnie's shoulder to peer at the screen. It displayed a full view of Marceline in a T-pose, various parts of her body glowing different colors.
Marceline was about to ask just what the hell she was supposed to be looking at, when the words at the top of the screen caught her attention. They read: Tickle-O-Meter. She reeled back with a playful shout, shoving Bonnie's shoulder as she giggled.
"Whahat? I needed a leg up for our tickle fights! Now, I know aaaaall your seeeeecreeets!" she said in a mock spooky voice, wiggling her fingers threateningly.
"Wanna bet I still win?" Marcy challenged, leaning across the table with a smug smirk. Bubblegum blushed, too flustered to realize Marceline had stolen the gun and scanned her before she could stop her.
"Ooo interesting," Marceline drawled as she took in the information, keeping Bubblegum at bay with one hand and keeping their new toy out of reach with the other. She looked her up and down and smirked, snickering behind her hand.
"Your palms? Really dude?" she teased, snatching for her wrist. Bubblegum squealed and yanked her arm back protectively.
"Hey, it only got really bad after my candy powers came in!" she said defensively, a nervous smile playing at her lips.
"Aaaw, that's cute. Gimme," Marcy made another grab for her hand, this time being successful. Bubblegum was already giggling and weakly tugging on her arm. She couldn't stop the surprised snort that escaped as her girlfriend began scratching the center of her open hand. Bonnie's laugh was high pitched and joyous as she kicked her legs under the table, laying her head down on the smooth surface to hide her blushing face.
"Ohoho man, you're in trouble now. I don't think I'll ever let you live this down!" she taunted, going as far as to add an evil chuckle.
"Mahaharcy plehehease!" she begged through her laughter, smacking the table with her free hand, which Marceline promptly snatched up and switched targets.
"In a sec, can't ignore ol' lefty over there!" she laughed at her own joke, giving the same treatment to Bonnie's other hand.
The scene was sweet and domestic, and Simon loved nothing more than seeing Marceline be happy... but they could be rather loud. He didn't want to ruin their fun however, so he compensated by turning the volume up on the tv. The narrator's voice could just be heard over the sound of giddy shrieks and giggles as he settled back on the couch.
Marceline had let go of her hand, opting instead to kiss and nibble on Bubblegum's neck, leaving her thrashing around and cackling. She finally managed to shove her head away, sticking her tongue out as Marceline wore a smug grin.
"You're mean," Bonnie said, though the smile softened her words.
"Mmm, you like it when I'm mean," she shrugged. The princess just rolled her eyes, fondly shaking her head.
"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that," she quipped, eyes lighting up when she saw the pink gun still laying on the table. The quickly tapped Marcy to get her attention, pointing at the gun, then at Simon.
"Oo oo do him next!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. The look of mischief that crossed Marceline's face was downright horrifying.
"Now why didn't I think of that?" she wondered aloud, lining up her "shot."
"Because I'm the genius," Bonnie piped up, smirking at the playful glare sent her way. She pulled the trigger, and within seconds a diagram of Simon appeared on the screen. Practically his entire body was lit up.
Neither girl could contain themselves.
Simon was really trying to pay attention to his show, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say.
"Okay I'll bite, what is so funny over there?" he asked, pausing the tv.
"Just this cool new gadget PB made. Here, check it out!" Marceline tossed him the gun, watching him fumble for a second before securing it in his hands. She floated over to the couch and set next to him, watching as he admired the sleek design.
"Fine craftsmanship as always," he complimented and Bonnie beamed with pride. It didn't take him long to notice the screen with his likeness on it. He squinted, leaning in. "Now that's funny, why am I all glowy like that?" Bubblegum barely stifled a laugh as she stood behind the couch.
Simon adjusted his glasses as he read, muttering the words to himself under his breath and cutting off abruptly. His posture was ramrod straight, and a blush was quickly spreading across his cheeks. Wordlessly, he handed the gun to Marcy with stiff, almost robotic movements and stood up to head to the bathroom.
If only luck would have it.
Marceline easily pulled him back down onto the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place.
"How come I never knew this about you?" she asked casually, too casually in Simon's humble opinion.
"Oh uh, I-I don't know. It was the apocalypse, we had more important things to worry about," he deflected the question.
"Yeah, but you still made sure I had plenty of time for fun and games. And I think I did ask, and you were super dodgy about it. Kinda like now," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. He scooted away and let out an annoyed huff.
"I know what you're talking about, and I was not being dodgy, I was totally going to answer but then an oozer came out of an alley and we got distracted!" he explained in a ramble.
"Excuse excuses," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Simon couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, and he rolled his eyes with a huff.
"Besides, I'm too old for that nonsense anyway."Hoping to end the discussion, he reached for the remote, but it wasn't on the arm of the couch where he had left it a second ago. "Wha-?" he looked around for it and froze when he saw Bubblegum staring down at him, remote in hand. It was just the distraction Marceline had needed to pounce.
"Too old for THIS?" Within an instant, Simon's face was smushed into the cushions as Marceline tackled him. She heard a low groan from under her.
"Yes! And I think I broke my nose on your brick of a couch," he mumbled into the red leather, making Marcy laugh.
She rolled him onto his back and checked his nose, which looked perfectly fine. "Nah, I think you're good." She said, resting her hands on his sides. The touch made him flinch, expecting a her to strike. Well, he didn't plan on sticking around for it to turn to that.
He was trying to crawl out from under Marceline when she tweaked his side, causing him to squeal and effectively stopping him in his tracks.
"Where ya goin' Simon?" she asked, and he could hear her smirk.
"To the bathroom, where there's a door and a lock," he sassed, still attempting to drag himself to safety.
"Woooow, so you're really not gonna let me test this out?" she spoke with a lower, more dejected tone than before. Simon furrowed his brows and stopped his struggling.
"Hey, what's with the long face?" he asked, growing concerned as he watched her lower lip start to tremble.
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "She's just trying to guilt trip you Simon-"
"Shh!" she cut her off in a harsh whisper before getting back in character. "Pleeeeeaaaase Simon?" she asked, batting her lashes. He pointedly looked away from her.
"No."
"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" she begged louder, poking along his side. He barely held back a few snickers, batting at her hands as a blush spread across his face.
"Marcy!" he "scolded," hiding a growing smile behind his hand.
"Come on, you have to let me! You never laugh anymore," she justified her case, causing him to turn a few shades darker and stumble for an answer.
"Wha- no! That's not true, I laugh all the time!" he argued.
"Oh yeah? When's the last time you laughed then?" she challenged. He opened his mouth to answer, but promptly shut it as he thought about the question. He crossed his arms and looked away, a smart remark on his tongue.
"Well I don't keep track." Marceline scoffed and Bonnie chuckled, knowing he just sealed his fate.
It was the last coherent thing he said.
He had no hope of holding back the shriek he made when Marceline squeezed his hips, nor the giggles when she continued up his sides.
"Mahaharcy wahahait!" he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach and sides tightly. To his surprise, she stopped.
"Okay."
Simon stared at her in shock and apprehension. "Wha-?"
"You said to wait. So, what am I waiting for, exactly?" she asked, smugness creeping into her voice.
"You're really gonna do this to a poor, old man like me?" he asked, trying to pull a reverse on the guilt trip from earlier. He wasn't nearly as good as Marceline.
"Mm, technically you're not that old," she said, eyeing him with an evil smile. "So I think you're fair game." She loomed over him, hands poised and ready to strike. Simon jerked back with a squeak that sent both girls giggling. He couldn't remember the last time he blushed this much.
He grabbed a pillow from behind and buried his face in it, flopping back on the couch in a tight ball. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it already."
"Well, you heard him," Bonnie teased, and Simon scoffed from behind the fabric.
"Hold on," Marcy took advantage of Simon's ball form and picked him up, setting him on the floor. Simon leered over the top of the pillow at her, clearly disgruntled. "What? Just thought it'd be more comfortable."
"More like I'm easier prey," he snarked, a small prideful smile finding his lips when the retort made Marceline crack up.
"Ohoho man Simon, you know me too well!" she teased, scribbling her fingers over her sides and tummy. He tried to choke back his giggles, but they bubbled to the surface and broke through the dam.
She poked sporadically all over his belly, and he was a jittery mess of nerves and and laughter. At first he tried to keep up and block her roaming hands, but she proved to be too quick and he resigned himself to his fate, focusing his efforts on muffling his laughter and hiding his red face.
"Aw, don't hide! That smile is just as rare as your laugh!" An indignant cry sounded from behind the pillow.
"Thahat's not true!"
"Sure it is!" she chirped, pinching up his ribs. He snorted, deep chuckles pitching higher until they morphed into shrill snickers and shrieks. His legs kicked out uselessly, catching PB's attention.
"I think you could use a hand... or foot!" she joked, holding Simon's feet in the air as she caught them in a headlock. He shrieked and tugged on his trapped legs, curling up on his side and resembling a shrimp.
"NO! Princess, you dohohon't hahave to play alohohong!" he pleaded through helpless giggles. Marceline flashed a downright sinister grin, one that her girlfriend shared.
"Oho so it is a game to you!" Marcy teased, scribbling her sharp nails across his tummy, wiggling a finger inside his bellybutton. Simon positively shrieked and arched his back, cackling at the top of his lungs when Bonnie joined in, scratching along his arches.
"N-nohohot what I mehehehahant!" he whined, but he had to admit, it felt kind of good to laugh like this. And it was nice that Marcy was the one making him laugh: that she wanted to. And it would seem as though their resident evil scientist was also rather interested at the task at hand, judging by the way she targeted different pressure points on his feet. He snorted each time she pressed and wiggled her thumbs on a new spot, feet curling at the touch.
"Well I remember a game you used to play with me all the time," she said, mischief seeping into her words. She gave him a quick breather, which he was more than grateful for. He laid his head back against the floor, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell heavily before evening out. When he opened his eyes again, he really wished he hadn't, and shut them with a squeak.
She had been wiggling her fingers mere inches from his body, and chose that moment to strike. She dove for his ribs, kneading between the bones and sending him into a fit of babbling cackles.
Simon felt more flustered than he's ever been and thought for sure they were going to kill him, but he couldn't find it in himself to hate this. Marcy had been right, he really didn't laugh like he used to, and his smile was much rarer nowadays... Maybe he really did need this, not that he'd admit it out loud. His stubborn nature won't allow it.
Thankfully, they didn't carry on too much longer, granting mercy when his laugh turned silent and wheezy. Bonnie let go of his legs and crawled over to sit by him, but Marcy remained in his lap.
He was red faced, tears of laughter sparkling in his eyes and glasses askew on his face, but he was smiling more than Marceline had ever seen.
"Whoa, I didn't know you had dimples!" she exclaimed. Simon touched his cheek, surprised.
"Heh, you're right. Y'know, I actually forgot I had them."
"Well that's what happens when you don't smile," she teased cheekily with a shrug. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and gave her a light shove. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a crushing hug. He let out a noise of surprise before returning the hug with a warm smile.
"Well I'm glad you had your fun," he said in a playfully condescending tone.
"Oh whatever! I know you had fun Simon."
Simon opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself short. He wasn't very fond of lying.
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cilil's Halloween special
ʚ𖦹ɞ Author's Note: It's that time of the year, revelers and travelers, and I present to you a little something I made to celebrate the season (and another milestone).
This is a fun and silly choose your own adventure story with a couple of options and a tiny bit of romance and innuendo sprinkled in. I hope you enjoy (and that tungle doesn't randomly eat posts or links, fingers crossed)!
Happy Halloween!
ʚ𖦹ɞ Featuring: Your top choices - Melkor, Mairon, Námo, Oromë, Nienna, Varda and Yavanna
ʚ𖦹ɞ Warnings: /
(Just a tiny bit of spooky and the dork lords being their dork lord selves)
ʚ𖦹ɞ Additional mystery: Out of the seven objects described in the first scene, two are in fact real and in my possession right now. Can you guess which ones?
(No, there are no hints in the story itself as it isn't about me, but maybe some of you know me or have a hunch. Happy guessing!)
It is not the first time that your fëa has found itself wandering the Path of Dreams in your sleep, though it looks different today. The sky above the great trees and hedges surrounding you is dark, stars twinkling weakly in the distance, and the only light comes from the full moon peeking through ghostly clouds. The gentle breeze carrying formless whispers from the forest is sharper and colder today, and the voices you hear are distorted and erratic.
You wonder if this is Irmo's doing as you hasten along your path, if he has twisted the normally peaceful dream realm into one of nightmares. Or are other spirits out there that were roused by your searching thought, displeased by your presence or perhaps even curious?
Instead of the golden gate and winding paths that would lead you to Lórien, you find a lonely, ancient-looking pavilion. It's overgrown with ivy, nearly covering it in its entirety. You have never heard any tales about such a location existing on the Path of Dreams, but your curiosity compels you to explore.
There is no one inside, nor anywhere nearby. It seems to you as though this pavilion hasn't seen visitors in a long time, yet it isn't empty: Pillows sit on the floor, their vibrant colours faded, surrounding a small table with various objects on it.
You examine the objects. Which one catches your interest?
☞ An old book with a rich emerald cover and silver ornaments. Its pages are yellowed and written in an ancient language you don't understand.
☞ A perfectly cut and polished almond-shaped gem. It seems to be a ruby or opal at first glance, shining with a warm light from the inside.
☞ A bouquet of flowers in a carved pumpkin. The plants all look as if they were freshly cut and harvested, but upon closer examination you see that they were preserved with wax.
☞ A bronze letter opener in the shape of a dagger. When you run your finger across it, the edge and tip of the blade are sharper than expected.
☞ An ancient telescope with strange symbols engraved. It's pointed at the roof of the pavilion, making you wonder what you are supposed to see there.
☞ A simple silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a budding rose. It seems unassuming at first, but the longer you look upon it, the more you feel like it might have been blessed.
☞ A diadem with countless gems and pearls. Once it has drawn your gaze, you are in awe of the way it sparkles and glitters even in the twilight.
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Chapter 2||A Castle Intruder
A/n: OMG!!! I FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 2!!! Thank you all for waiting so patiently!! I hope you all enjoy reading this!! I did have fun writing this and laughed at some parts. Haha-
Warnings: Ears pulling, Shouting, Some curses, and my bad grammar-
If you haven't read Chapter 1 go check that out!!! (Can someone please teach me how to turn that link into a word?-)
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~With Jeanie In The Mushroom/Dark Forest~ (Cue Zeno Robinson reading this title-)
Jeanie holding her lantern, her other hand holding a map. Looking left and right. “Did I take a wrong turn, Muffin?” she muttered.
Muffin shook her head.
There were two signs in the middle of the road.
One pointed at a way filled with mushrooms and flowers.
The other one, pointed at a Dark Oak tree forest. There were even bear traps.
“Let's go this way!” she pointed at the scary road. Muffin walks to the mushroom way, but gets a response from Jeanie pulling her lead. “No Muffin!! This way!! I’m sure of it!!”
If Muffin can speak she would talk some sense out of her.
Muffin goes into the spooky forest, having a little sense they might be dead-
*HOWLLLLL*
Muffin shivered and backed away slowly.
“Come on muffin! Maybe that was the wind?” Jeanie shrugs.
*GROWLLLLL*
Lone wolves!! Actually wolves!!!
A lone wolf pounced on the horse, but luckily Muffin backed up.
*NEIGHHHHH*
“AHHH!!” Jeanie screamed, sliding off of Muffin’s saddle. As Muffin ran off, leaving Jeanie alone with the lone wolves…
“Fuck..” she curses scrambling away quickly.
The lone wolves were busy biting one of Jeanie’s bags.
One black fur lone wolf saw her scrambling away.
“Uh.. Nice wolfy?” she squeaked nervously.
*Growwwwwllll..*
She quickly stands up and starts running away. The lone wolves followed her behind.
Jeanie spotted something a dark shadow covering some parts of the forest. As she looks up seeing a giant Castle. ‘Sorry residents who lived in this castle.. I rather live than be some scraps..’
*RIIIIIIIIP~*
Jeanie gasped feeling her dress at the bottom being ripped. She looked down and saw a big torn, luckily didn't damage her leg.
She runs faster reaching the castle gates as she tries to open the gates.
It was lock.. How can?-
‘Use a power-up..’
She reaches over to her dress pocket, searching for an item to help her.
*HOWWWLLL*
Where is it?! Where is it?! COME ON!!
She felt something as she pulls out and see a Tanooki mushroom.
*GROWLLL*
She quickly ate it and adorbs the power in it. Having a Tanooki suit. ‘Concertante Jeanie.. Focus..’
Her tail started spinning into a fast circle, lifting her off the ground as she went over the gate. A silver lone wolf jumps up and swings his paw at Jeanie. In results hitting her. Her power-up blinking blue to white.
Jeanie’s power-up was gone.
“AAAH!!-” she screamed.
*THUMP!!*
“Owww..” she winced, feeling her knees getting scraped from that fall. She looks up seeing a pack of lone wolves growling at her. Trying to go through the gate, but the gate won’t budge.
“Ha..” she weakly laughs. Standing up slowly, wincing at the process. She felt a sting from her leg. Yeah, that's why she’s in pain..
*BOOM/CRACK*
The thunderstorm crackled, and rain started to pour.
“Great… just what I need..” Jeanie grumbled, hurrying to get in the castle, and dragging her leg. Ignoring all the pain.
Jeanie’s hand wraps around the castle door handle. She felt afraid. She has this feeling she’s not supposed to be here..?
She shook her head and open the door, stepping herself inside.
“Hello..?” she said, closing the door behind her.
A certain light was glowing in the other room. Jeanie tilted her head and followed the light, but as soon as she reached the light was gone. “Hello..?” she said again.
“Well, now you've done it! I told you not to let her in!” a voice mumbled.
Jeanie's ears twitch, trying to hear.
“We could not leave her for the wolves!” said another voice.
“Is anyone home?” Jeanie asks, looking around.
“Not a word, Ray. Not a single word.” a voice grumbled.
Jeanie’s ears twitch in annoyance. But she sighed, “I don't mean to intrude, but I've lost my way in the woods and I need a place to stay for the night.” she said.
“Poor lady. Oh, Raymesis, have a heart. Mademoiselle, you are welcome here!” said a voice.
(Raymesis rn: OKAY YOU-)
‘I knew someone was in here!!’
“Please, come out!! I promise I won’t bite!!” she pleads.
A candle stick hops over where Jeanie is. “Hello!!” he piped up.
“Huh?” she turned around but saw no one.
“Down here,” the candle stick said.
Jeanie looked down and screamed. The candle stick screamed as well.
“Rayman!! Don’t scream back!!” a blue clock said, hopping over to his friend.
“Rayman!! Globox!!” a voice sneered, another candle stick hopped on over to the two. “So sorry Miss. Please leave and Goodbye,” he said, dragging those two away from her.
“Raymesis, that was rude you know-”
“I said, ‘please’ what the frog said.”
“You didn't pay attention at all in my class-”
“A-All.. Three of you.. Are talking..” Jeanie stuttered in shock. This must be a crazy dream, right?! She quickly pinches herself, receiving a small ‘ow’
…Not a dream. Rayman, Raymesis, and Globox look at her weirdly.
Rayman coughed, “Yes we're are talking objects but do not be afraid-”
Jeanie picked up Globox and examined him. Opening his glass check and turning the bolts inside him. “HAHA-hahaA!! Th-That~ T-Tickles~!!” Globox laughed. “I-I cAnT brEaThe~” Globox wheeze.
“What an amazing gadget..” Jeanie said in awe.
“Miss. Please, put down our friend, before he can’t breathe out of his non-existing lungs.” said Raymesis. “Oh.. Sorry,” said Jeanie, putting Globox down.
“Oof- My lungs-”
Raymesis rolled his eyes.
“I apologize, Mister- A…A..ACHOO!!!” Jeanie sneezed.
“Bless you, Miss-”
“You poor dear!! You're a chilled to the bone, Mademoiselle Come. Warm yourself by the fire!!” said Rayman gushing her to the fireplace. “Nonono!! I forbid it!!” Rayman, Globox, and Jeanie ignore Raymesis words.
Jeanie felt the fire warming up to her cold, fragile body. “Please, Miss. Sit down.” Globox pleads with her. Jeanie sits down, wincing seeing her leg bleeding quite a bit. “She’s injured!!!”
“It's fine.. That.. I can heal myself..” she said, pulling out a little power-up pouch in her dress pocket.
“Huh..?”
She pulled out a mushroom out of her pouch. “Oh it's dr-”
Globox quickly hit Raymesis behind the head to shut him up. Jeanie eats it, seeing her scrape comply gone.
“Woah!!” said Rayman.
“Have you never seen a healing mushroom before?” Jeanie asks the boys. All three of them shake their head. “I think Mr.Da-”
Raymesis was cut off by a cart moving into the room. A Teapot and three little cups were on top of the moving cart. “Coming through!!!” The Teapot exclaimed. The Tea Cart arrived next to Jeanie’s left side. “Would you like some tea, dear?” The Teapot asks her in a motherly tone.
“Uhm..”
“It will warm you right up!” The Teapot added.
“Yes, please… Miss..?-”
“Oh no need for the ‘Miss’ call me Uglette!!” smiled Uglette
‘Uglette? What a weird name..’
“Careful Chip!!” Globox exclaimed to the teacup.
Jeanie watches the little teacup named ‘Chip’ and hops over to her carefully. “I’m careful Dad!!” said Chip, “Your tea has arrived!!” Chip chirp.
“So, I just pick you up and drink it out of you..?”
“Well, duh! How else will you drink the tea?”
“..It does not make you uncomfortable?”
“No!!”
Jeanie shrugs and lifts Chip carefully towards her lips(?). “Mmm.. Taste good..”
“I told you lavender tea works..” Uglette whispers to her children's teacups.
“That's great. You’re warming up! Have your tea. Now get out please.” said Raymesis. “Raymesis! That’s rude!!”
“I don’t care!!! What if Master finds out and-?!”
*ROAAAAARRRRRR*
Everyone in the room freezes. “Speaking of him..” Raymesis mumbled. “Great way to say it, Raymesis,” Rayman growled. “Well, excuse you-”
“Boys! Boys! Not time to fight!!” said Uglette. “She’s right!! Murfy!!!” Globox shouted his name. Murfy came flying in. “What?? Mr.Dark is coming his way!! And I don’t want-” Murfy explained, sees Jeanie sitting down. “….You doomed us all..”
“Not exactly.. Just bring some blankets and cover her up!!!”
“Ugh…” Murfy groans. “Hurry!!!”
Murfy flies out of the room and then returns carrying a blanket. Quickly covers Jeanie with it. “What's-? Wh-Who?!-” Jeanie asks questions but gets cut off by Rayman. “Just try to be quiet, Miss Jeanie!!! Maybe stop glowing if you can..?”
Jeanie shuts her mouth quickly, her light goes dim. Chip jumps down and hops over to his mom and dad.
“Should we h-hide-?” Chip asks the grown-ups.
“N-No, I don’t think it's necessary-”
The doors went wide open. The fire’s flame goes out. Reveals a tall figure. He was wearing a dark blue cape at the end is fill with rips, wearing a top hat, his yellow eyes glowing in the dark room.
“M-Master-!! W-What brings you here-??-”
“Who let a person here in the castle.” He growls.
“M-Maybe your eyes deceive y-you..?-”
Jeanie was quiet, seeing his shadow on the wall. Indeed he was very tall. Tall enough to rip her-
“Really? Who’s this?!” the figure snarled, with a flash the chair was spun around, and Jeanie's blankets were flown away. One blanket was left and she clutched it very tightly. Scared to move to see him walking up to her.
“Mr.Dark, allow me to explain, the lady was set upon by wolves..-” Rayman explained, stepping up.
Mr.Dark turned around.
“Who let her in?!” Mr.Dark growled again.
Everyone went to hide in the blanket from his voice. Mostly Globox, Rayman, and Murfy shivered in fear.
Raymesis peeks his head out, “M-Master..! M-May I take this opportunity to s-say, I was against it from the start.!!”
Rayman rolled his eyes.
“You all dared to disobey me?!” Mr.Dark shouted.
“Sire, please!! There’s a child presence!” Uglette cried, holding Chip close to her.
Mr. Dark's tone went down a bit. “We will talk after this. All of you.”
(Jeanie watching all this: •-•)
“..Now. Who are you?” Mr.Dark ass Jeanie, glaring her up and down.
“J-Jeanie..” she stuttered back.
“Well Jeanie. What are you doing in my castle!!”
“I..I lost my way.. In the w-woods-” she stuttered, her ears going down. “YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE!!” Mr.Dark roared.
“I..I’m so sorry.. I-I’ll be on my way-” said Jeanie getting up, she looked up seeing the beast's face. Oh it was horrifying… Jeanie’s color quickly turned to purple (Fear/Scared)
“It's hideous, isn't it?” said, Mr.Dark eying at her.
“O-Oh..no!!- I-I wasn’t-”
“You’ve come to stare at the Beast, haven’t you?!”
“No, No! I meant no harm! I was merely looking for a place to stay..!”
“Oh, I’ll give you a place to stay.” he chuckled darkly. Pulling her wrist very harshly.
“O-Ow!!-”
“Master!! Please be gentle with her!!”
“Oh, I will.”
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“Well.. Beep-O will love this.. Surprise?” said Woodrow, looking around and seeing tables and chairs set up. Food and Desserts on the table. The music band next to the altered. “Yep! This is his lucky day!!” Tom smiled, fixing his suit. Tom cleared his through getting the attention of the people around him. “Thank you all for coming on our special day!” he said, clapping his hands together. “But first, I better go in there and... propose to the him!” Tom smirk. Everyone in the crowd chuckled.
“And you Woodrow. Now, when Beep-O and I come out that door--”
“I’ll let the band members know to start the music-”
“Yes!! That's correct!!”
“Tom.. Don’t you think… this is to forward? A simple date would do-”
“No. Woodrow! I know Beep-O!! He doesn't want a simple date-”
Woodrow sighed and shook his head. He should’ve accepted Sweetlopek’s job offer.
Meanwhile, Beep-O was sitting down on his chair, reading the book that he received from G.G his friend from the library. R2 and Spawny are outside feeding the sparks. Hopefully, they’re not giving them candy-
*Ding Dong*
Wonder who that could be? Is it Sullivan? Nah, he mostly comes home around midnight- Unless, it's a quick day off?
*Ding Dong*
“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!!” said, Beep-O. Putting his book down and walk over to the door. He looks at the telescope (Jeanie’s invention) to see who’s outside and see.… Tom Phantom. Oh Dear Lord..
He rolled his eyes and opened the door. “Tom..! What a pleasant surprise!” said Beep-O his tone filled with sarcastic tone.
“Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises.
You know, Beep-O. There's not a boy in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day...” Tom trailed off, seeing his reflection. He stops talking and smooths his mustache and continues, “This is the day all your dreams will come true!!” Tom smiled. “What do you know about my dreams, Tom?” Beep-O asks him, closing the door. “Plenty! Here picture this!~” said Tom, sitting down his phantom body lying on top of the wooden table. Knocking down some empty cups and Beep-O’s book getting crushed.
Beep-O sighed, picking up the empty cups and putting them back on the table. “A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little husband, massaging my shoulders, while the little ones play with the dogs. We'll have six or seven.” Tom explained, getting up from his seat. Beep-O’s face scrunchs up in disgust. Oh, the hell he didn't. “Dogs..?” he asked very confusedly.
“No Beep-O!!” Tom laughed, “Strapping boys, like me!”
Beep-O picks up his book and puts a bookmark on the page he left off, putting it's on the shelf. “Imagine that..” he mumbled, ears twitching. “And do you know who will be that ‘little husband’~” Tom cooed, floating to Beep-O. Beep-O steps away from him his blue color turns to a lighter shade of red. “Let me think..” he mumbled. “Why it's you Beep-O!~” Tom flirted, pinning Beep-O on the door. “W-Why.. T-Tom!! I-I-I don’t know what to s-say..” said Beep-O a hint of anger in his voice. How can he escape from this? He looked around and felt his hand touch the doorknob. Perfect.
“Say.. You’ll marry me?~” Tom pleaded, leaning in to kiss Beep-O.
Beep-O turned the doorknob to the left, “I’m very sorry.. Tom… but I don’t deserve you.” said Beep-O, the door swung open, and Tom leaning fell out of the door. Tumbling from the steps. “Stubborn..” Tom mumbled, holding his chin. “Tom? Where’s Beep-O?” Wodrow asks his partner. Tom lowly growl, stood up and held Woodrow’s ears tightly. “SHUT UP!!!” Tom shouted. Woodrow whimpered in pain, “P-Phantom s-stop!! I-It hurts!!-” he cried. “I'll have Beep-O for my husband, make no mistake about that!” Tom growled, letting go of Woodrow’s ears, and floating away.
“Owww..” Woodrow wince, touching his ears gently. (IMSOSORRYMYBABY-)
Beep-O closed the door and sighed in frustration. Walking outside at the back. R2 and Spawny run back to their place. Watching the whole scene. The door slams shut loudly, Beep-O silently cursing. Both R2, Spawny, and Spark's bunny ears go down. “Are you okay, Papa/Mr.Dad..?” R2 and Spawny ask their father. “No.. Can’t you imagine?! He asks me to marry him!!? Me, his little husband of that boorish, brainless, good for nothing-” Beep-O pauses and stops talking. (Yeah, Beep-O! No cursing in front of the children!>:/ )
“Monsieur Tom, can't you just see it? Monsieur Tom, his little husband
Not me, no sir, I guarantee it I want much more than this provincial life...” Beep-O walks off, R2 and Spawny following close behind.
“I want adventure in the great wide somewhere want it more than I can tell and for once it might be grand. To have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned…” Beep-O sang, running in the open field. Beep-O sigh again, looking up at the sky. One day.. Maybe when Jeanie wins the contest all of them could go somewhere special. Away from this world.
*NEIGHHHHH*
“Huh..?”
“Papa!! That's Aunt Jeanie’s horse!!” R2 pointed at Muffin running her way towards them. “But where’s Auntie Jeanie?!” Spawnt added. Beep-O runs up to her, holding her chin gently and brushing her mane to calm her down. “Muffin!! What are you doing here? Where's Jeanie? Where is she, Muffin? What happened? Oh, we have to find her, you have to take me to her!!”
“We want to come too!!” both of the children said. “No. You two are staying here till I come back.”
Both of the children pout in response. Beep-O kissed both of their foreheads gently. “If Sullivan comes back and asks, just say I went to bring Jeanie back home or something..”
R2 and Spawny nodded.
“R2 can you fetch my cape, please?” said Beep-O. R2 teleported back to their home and teleport back, handing Beep-O his cape.
Beep-O quickly put it on and hopped on Muffin’s saddle.
“Be safe Papa/Mr.Dad!!!”
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“What is this place..?” Beep-O mumbled, riding on Muffin’s saddle. Looking up to see a giant castle. “Mother of Rosalina..” he gasps. Beep-O gets off of Muffin’s saddle, “Please be safe girl, I’m going in..” he said as he opened the big doors and went outside. “Jeanie…?” he called out.
Raymesis walking around in the main room. “Couldn't keep quiet, could we. Just had to invite her to stay, didn't we? Serve her tea, sit in the master's chair!!?” Raymesis grumbled. “Hey!! I was trying to be hospitable! Plus, she was injured!! Until she ate the red mushroom..” said Rayman.
“Hello? Is anyone here? Hello? Jeanie?! Jeanie, are you here?” Beep-O called out.
Both eggplants heads whipped up. “Probably nothing.” Raymesis shrug. “Right…” Rayman mumbled with an agreement.
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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Uglette was putting all her cup children in the big bucket. Filled with warm water and soapy bubbles.
“Momma!! There's a boy in the castle!” Chip chirped, watching his brother and sisters to be put in the tub/bucket. Uglette shakes her head. “Now, Chip. I won't have you making up such wild stories.”
“But Momma!! I really did see him!!” Chip whined. “Not another word, Chip,” said Uglette putting her son in the bucket.
A feather duster object went into the room. She cleared her through. “Uglette!! You never guess what I saw!!”
“Hmm?” Uglette hummed at her friend. “A boy!! Well a robot, b-but he’s inside the castle!! Rayman is helping him right now!” said the feather duster. “A boy? Peaches are you sure?”
“Positive!”
“..I told you Momma.” Chip pouted, peaking his head out of the soapy water.
~(With Raymesis and Rayman)~
“Irresponsible, devil-may-care, waxy-eared, slack-jawed--” Raymesis continues to complain.
“Sis?! Jeanie?!”
Raymesis and Rayman turned around to see a shadowy figure roaming around in the castle. Rayman pokes his head out and sees Beep-O walking around and calling out Jeanie’s name. Hmm. “You see that?!” Rayman pointed. “It's a boy!! Well, a robot?”
Raymesis poked his head out too, “I can see that.” he grumbled. “Don't you see? He's the one. The boy we have been waiting for. He has come to break the spell!” said Rayman smiling with joy. As he runs after him. “W-Wha- How could weare so sure?!” Raymesis stuttered, following right behind him.
Beep-O advances down a narrow hallway. Raymesis and Rayman sneak up behind him and open the door that leads to the tower where Jeanie is.
“Jeanie?! Jeanie??” Beep-O called out again. Raymesis hides behind the door and Rayman rushes off. “This idiot..” Raymesis grumbled. Rayman flame lights up in the stairway. Beep-O saw this, “Wait!! I’m looking for my sister!!” he said, walking up the stairs.
Beep-O reached the top to see the light was gone. “How strange.. I’m sure there was someone…” Beep-O mumbled. “Hellooooo? Is anyone there..?”
It was a very dark room, having lots of dungeon doors. The only light source is the moonlight from the window.
“B-Beep-O?!”
A voice rang into Beep-O’s ears. Beep-O look around and see Jeanie’s arm reaching out to him. “Oh, Jeanie?!” said Beep-O as he rushed to her. He kneeled down and held Jeanie’s hand. “H-How did you find me..?” she asked. “Oh sister… your hand is cold as ice…! We have to get you out of here..!” said Beep-O, thinking of a way to bring her out.
“Beep-O, I want you to leave this place.” coughed Jeanie.
“No!!! I’m not leaving you here!! You’re sick!!” argued Beep-O. “But question is.. Who did this to you?!”
“I don’t have much to explain.. But..” Jeanie trailed off, seeing him walking behind him. “BEEP-O RUN!!” Jeanie warned him.
Beep-O felt a harsh tug on his cape, pulling him away from his sister. “Ow!!-” Beep-O wince, adjusting his eyesight to see a very tall figure in front of him.
“What are you doing here?!” Mr.Dark growled at him.
“H-Huh?!” Beep-O scoots back a bit, but his blue color turns to red. “Who are you?!” he shouted, raising his voice a bit. “The Master of this castle.” he answers. “I've come for my sister! Please let her out! Can't you see she's sick?” said Beep-O standing up.
“Then your sister shouldn’t have trespass here,” Mr.Dark snarled. “But she could die!! Please!! I’ll do anything!!” Beep-O pleads, his red color quickly turning to a lighter shade of purple.
Mr.Dark, “There’s nothing you can do. She’s my prisoner.”
“There must be something... I… I’ll take her place!!”
“Take her place..?” said Mr.Dark. His eyes widen in shock.
“Beep-O!! You don’t know what you’re doing!!” Jeanie cried and then coughed right after. “…If I did.. Would you let her go..?” Beep-O ask him.
“Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever.”
Jeanie gasped, “P-Please no!!!”
Beep-O was about to answer but couldn't see the captor on what he looked like. How is he supposed to stay with him if he doesn't what he looks like? “Come into the light..” said Beep-O eying at him.
Mr.Dark drags his cape, and then his whole body into the beam of light. Beep-O eyes go wider seeing him come into the light. Beep-O’s legs shaken almost about to faint. He shakes his head and walks towards him. He stood up straight, “..You have my word,”
“Done,” said Mr.Dark, unlocking Jeanie’s cell. Beep-O collapses to the floor, holding his head. Jeanie crawled to Beep-O and hugged him tightly. “N-No!! Beep-O!! I should be the one-” Jeanie was cut off by Mr.Dark pulling her from behind. Prying Jeanie’s hands away from Beep-O. “W-Wait!!” Beep-O cried out.
Mr.Dark drags her downstairs. “BEEP-O!!!” Jeanie cried out. “I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU!!”
Mr.Dark was outside, dragging Jeanie along. He sifted his hand raising the coach out of the ground, and opened the door. “No!!! Please!! Spare my brother!!” Jeanie pleads. “He’s no longer your concern.” said Mr.Dark. He throws Jeanie in the coach. He shuts the door and commands the coach, “Take her to the village.”
Beep-O watching outside in the dungeon cell. As he began to cry watching his sister go away. Mr.Dark was coming upstairs, and heard Rayman saying his name.
Mr.Dark grumbled, “What?!”
“Since the boyl is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer him a more comfortable room…?” Rayman chirped. But freeze seeing Mr.Dark glaring at him and his floating eyes glaring at him too. “Then again, maybe not!!” said Rayman quickly.
Mr.Dark picks him up and walks over to the cell. He sees Beep-O crying. “You didn't even let me say goodbye. I'II never see her again. I didn't get to say goodbye…” Beep-O cried his bunny ears going down, wiping his tears away using his cloak. Mr.Dark felt bad and cleared his throat, “I’ll show you to your room...”
Beep-O was shocked and looked at him. Did he hear that right..? “M-My room..? I-I thought-”
Mr.Dark gestures his hands, “You wanna stay here at the tower forever?!”
“N-No..” Beep-O shakes his head.
“Then follow me.” he said.
Mr.Dark leads Beep-O to his room. As they proceed, Beep-O begins to lag behind. He looks at the hideous sculptures on the walls and the light casting shadows on them. Frightened, he gasps and runs to catch up with Mr.Dark, who is carrying Rayman as a light source.
Mr.Dark looks back at Beep-O, and sees a tear form at the corner of his eye.
“Say something to her!” Rayman whispers to Mr.Dark.
“Hmm? Oh..” Mr.Dark turned his head to him. “I..um...hope you like it here...” he looks at Rayman for approval. He motions Mr.Dark to continue, “The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing.”
Beep-O tilt his head, “Why the west wing?”
Mr.Dark stopped and shouted, “It’s forbidden!!” his voice echoed around the castle halls.
Mr.Dark continues, and Beep-O reluctantly follows. Mr.Dark leads Beep-O to his room. The door opens and light spills in. Beep-O walks into his room.
“Now, if you need anything, my servants will attend you.”
Rayman whispers to Mr.Dark’s ear, “Dinner-! Invite him to dinner!!”
Mr.Dark growled, “You… will join me for Dinner.. That’s not a request!!” he shouted, slamming the door shut.
Beep-O terrified, runs over to the bed and flings himself onto it, finally breaking down and crying.
Oh… what did he grab himself into…
~(Meanwhile)~
Muffin’s pouch started to move. R2 felling out of Muffin’s big pouch, Spawny pokes his head out seeing his brother fall out. “Are you okay?!” he ask.
“Yeah.. The snow break my fall..! Come on!! Let’s go find Aunt Jeanie and Papa!!” said R2 helping Spawny out.
Spawny nods his head, “Right!!”
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Oh my.. Seemed those two followed Beep-O!! What sneaky little boys!
Bonus Facts:
•I know there’s supposed to be one candle stick but I want to add two. For one, Rayman and Raymesis, and Two for fun
•While I was giving Rayman the role of Lumiere, I was wondering who would be the feather duster. Till I saw @flamigoat fanart post of BATB. I wanted to add Rayman x Rabbid Peach ship in it, for the idea. Sooooo Peaches is the feather duster. <333
Chapter 3 will be on its way, but it's going to be really long. Just be patient and I will publish it <3
Thank yall for reading<3
Till Chapter 3!!!!
#m+rsoh#beep-o#rayman#rabbid peach#mr.dark#globox x uglette#R2(Oc)#rabbid spawny#jeanie#tom phantom#rabbid woodrow#Beauty And The Beast AU#Chapter 2#Chapter Three is next
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It Happened One Night (4/?)
Scully is an escort who is hired by Mulder because he is going through a divorce and may lose his kid. It was supposed to be one night, they were never supposed to meet again, yet fate has other plans for them.
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I don't even know where the other chapters are on this site so if you want to read from the beginning you'll have to go to ao3 for it. I can't promise that it won't be another year for the next chapter because this fic terrifies me if im honest but I'll try (and ignore everything else in the process) Also I know nothing about the FBI so that's that. Enjoy.
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Four.
“Dana!” A familiar voice calls out to her in the auditorium.
Dana looks up to see Ellen waving at her amidst the sea of seats. She brushes past a congregation of people, making her way towards her friend and sitting down beside her. As the only two females this year, Dana and Ellen had bonded immediately, a friendship forming not so soon after. It didn’t make sense otherwise.
“Did you check your emails?” Ellen asks her.
“No. Emily wouldn’t go to school so I didn’t have time to check. Why?”
“Agent Banks is sick,” Ellen says with a roll of her eyes. “So we’re getting a cover until he comes back.”
That doesn’t surprise Dana- the man was about 90 years old anyway.
“Did it say who?”
“I didn’t get that far but I heard the guys say it’s someone called Spooky. Do you have any idea?”
Dana shrugs but based on that nickname she didn’t have high hopes about them. In any case at least she could count on no arguments for the time being; Agent Banks liked to pick on her especially.
“Anyway, where were you on Saturday?” Ellen asks, moving on. “Me and Candice waited for you but you didn’t show. What happened to being more social?”
Dana internally groans. That was this Saturday. Dana had completely forgotten about her plans with Ellen, she was too busy having the best orgasm of her life that night. Of course Ellen didn’t know about that.
“Emily…Emily wasn’t feeling well,” she lies. Dana hated using her daughter as an excuse but she couldn’t exactly tell her the truth.
“Right,” says Ellen, not sounding completely convinced. “I think it’s about time we got you a babysitter.”
“Yeah, I’ll look into one…” Dana half agrees but only to move away from the topic.
Voices in the auditorium quieten down as everyone finds their seats and gets comfortable. The door to the side opens and there’s a murmur of voices and gasps. Dana isn’t paying attention, too busy arranging her pens in the colour of the rainbow. It’s only when she feels Ellen tap her arm and buzz excitedly, “It’s him. He’s Spooky. Dana, look…” Does Dana look up to see what the commotion was about.
And honestly, she wished she hadn’t.
In fact, at that moment, she wished she wasn’t in the academy at all.
Because the person who was making her classmates and friend coo with excitement was the very person who had given her a fantastic orgasm the night before.
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It amazed Mulder just how neutral he could become when a thousand thoughts and feelings where running through his body. Confusion, surprise, excitement, happiness, and even anger all swirled within him at once and yet his face betrayed none of it. He was stoic, slightly rumpled from having his usual bout of no sleep and unprepared to actually teach a class full of future FBI agents, but still standing nonetheless when all he wanted to do was leave and never come back.
Somehow the universe was in his favour and somehow it wasn’t. In a sea of indistinguishable males she stood out like the perfect ruby. There was no denying who she was. He’d bet his gun and badge that when he looked at the roster he’d see her name in there. The woman he hadn’t stopped thinking about since Saturday night. Just why did it have to be here of all places.
Mulder tries to ignore it, ignore her, to focus on the male portion of the room but his eyes are drawn to her, seeing red hair in his peripheral standing out against all the grey. He fumbles through his slides, tries to focus on what he is actually here to do, to explain profiling, but his brain is a jumbled mess and of course he fucks up the date of imprisonment of a serial killer he helped to catch in front of everyone, in front of her, just like a buffoon…
He thinks he got away with it, thinks nobody noticed but a voice speaks up from the right-hand corner, loud and clear, unmistakably her.
“1989,” she says with an emphasis on the wrong number. “Ian Lucas Gates was imprisoned in 1989, he committed his first murder in 1987.”
“Perhaps you’d like to come up and teach the class then, Agent Scully, seeing as you know everything.”
It was an outburst. An unnecessary outburst that has Mulder biting his tongue and wishing to take it all back. The rest of the class murmurs amongst themselves, looking wearily from one person to the next. Mulder chances a glance at Scully who stares back at him with a glare that could kill him on the spot if it had the power to.
“Perhaps I will, Agent Mulder, seeing as I know more than you,” she counters.
Someone coughs to disguise a laugh as Scully waits for his reply. The room was stifling with tension and he doesn’t miss the way the woman next to her is continuously looking back and forth between them.
This isn’t the time, Mulder thinks. He switches off the projector and looks at the time, thankful for the class to almost be over.
“Collect your work sheets on the way out,” he says to them knowing they wouldn’t begrudge a 10 minute early dismissal.
They raise to their feet in a matter of seconds, chairs scraping back, bags being collected, a small chatter starting to form. Mulder turns his back to them all, fussing with some papers on the desk for something to do, mortified at himself for snapping at her like that. It was a mess. A big mess. And he had four weeks of this shit.
Scully and her other only female classmate are the last to leave. He should let them leave and next time he’ll do a better job at pretending he doesn’t know her.
But he does know her. More than probably anyone else in the room does and it’s that that wins out.
“Scully,” he gently calls. She stops in her tracks, as does her friend. “A word. Please?”
Her friend looks at them with suspicion.
“It’s fine,” says Dana. “I’ll catch up with you.” Once the other woman is gone Scully turns. The anger on her face almost knocks him down, he wasn’t expecting it. Meekly, he makes his way to the door, closing and locking it. Once it’s just the two of them all pretences drop.
“What the fuck was that?” she bites, referencing their little moment. “And why are you here?”
“Why am I here? Why are you here?” He wasn’t going to start with this. He wanted to go in slowly. He’s found her! In the worst possible place but he’s still found her and he finds himself giddy over the realisation. He softens slightly. “You said you were studying science.”
But Scully was still angry. “Well I can’t exactly say I’m training to be an FBI agent, can I? Besides, I didn’t see you being honest about this.”
He shakes his head. “I thought you already knew.”
“No, I—” She starts to go red and looks away and it dawns on Mulder just what has gone wrong here.
“You didn’t do your homework before we met…” he says.
She sighs still looking away from him. “Charlotte said there was nothing to worry about.”
“Who the fuck is Charlotte?”
“Kind of like my manager, sort of…She runs the…” she reddens even more. “Agency. When I told her I didn’t have time to look into you she did and she said nothing about you being FBI so…”
“I think you need to fire her, or…or move onto to another agency because she sucks. You’re lucky it was me.”
Scully scoffs. “Oh am I?”
“Yes. Because if it was anyone else here you’d be out, Scully. Do you understand that?”
She says nothing but the anger lessens slightly.
“So what came first, the agency or the academy?”
“They sort of…happened at the same time.”
“Why?”
The anger that had lessened ever so slightly comes back full force.
“Why should I tell you? You think just because you got to fuck me one night that you suddenly get to know the ins and outs of my life? You can get to fuck, many men have had that privilege and I don’t see them questioning my choices so why should you get to?”
Mulder sighs. This conversation was a rollercoaster and not going exactly how he planned, what little planning he’d done in the first place.
“You’re all I’ve thought about for two days,” he admits.
“Well now you’re just being fucking weird.”
Mulder sighs again. “I’m being serious. I’ve been wanting to find you since then but not through the agency and not by paying $300 to pretend.” He reaches out to grab her hand then thinks better of it, lacing his own hands together to keep them from touching hers. “That night was different for you, too, right?”
Scully shifts on her feet, crossing her arms, saying nothing.
“I’m just trying to protect you, Scully. I’ve seen your work and out of all of them you have the biggest chance here. I don’t want to see it ruined.”
“So why are you being a dick about it?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…I care about you and, shit…I’m your instructor.” He wipes his hands over his face.
“You really feel that way?” she asks.
“Oh yeah.”
She moves closer to him, reaching out to take his hand. His heart gets stuck somewhere up his throat, his stomach doing somersaults. What are you doing? he wants to ask her.
“It’s just for 4 weeks, right? You being here?” He nods not daring to speak. “And then you go off to…whichever department you belong to.” He nods again. “So we can wait.” She isn’t looking at him. “And reassess in 4 weeks?”
“We’ll reassess in 4 weeks,” Mulder croaks, throat dry.
“Okay.” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “I need to go pick up my daughter now.”
She starts backing away, making her way towards the door. She’s almost out of it when he calls for her again.
“Scully? I’m sorry for what happened in class. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that.”
She leans against the door, smiling and Mulder is so happy to see that smile again.
“I’m used to it. Agent Banks grills me all the time in here.”
Mulder makes a face. “Agent Banks is your instructor here?”
“Unfortunately. And I think he hates women.”
“Oh unfortunately he does. But from what I hear the man is on his deathbed so…”
She smiles again. “I won’t say what I was going to say.” She looks at him again, softer this time, like she did that night. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mulder.”
“See you tomorrow.”
He still smiling to himself when she’s gone, finally basking in the giddiness of seeing her again. Four weeks. He just needs to survive these four weeks and then maybe…
The door opens again and it’s her, muttering a string of sorries as she reaches for a work sheet before disappearing once more. The door clicks shut and she is gone.
Until tomorrow.
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Fionna & Cake final thoughts , opinions and nitpicks lol
This will be unorganized and random and stinky, sorry
• great pacing first 2 eps
• good ideas
• ignoring multiverse saturation, is p decently done here!
• I miss Neil Patrick’s take on Gary/gumball- he sounded so freakin princely :(
• marshall sounded kinda less mischievous than he used to? Like vocally more down or something- I’m super glad he had the same actor tho lol Donaldddd
• I miss old Prismo voice too but I know why these didn’t work out
• Hunter’s voice either could’ve gone for a deep gravely stoicism or could’ve just been w/ the same actor as Huntress Wizard
• Scarab is ehhh- decent design but feels kinda out of place for adventure time- voice is similarly the same offness too, reminded me of kinda bad anime dub voices, it doesn’t feel intentional to the right extent —- either make a more surreal villain or a funnier one, his presence was rather generic
• the spooky faces and scurrying beetle of scarab was kinda funny
• lemongrab. Why justnonce roiland.
• I will end my life a million aeons over for Orbo - bluey’s dad: “say goodbye to your legs!”
• mmmarceline dress
• bubblegum mmmmilitary
• I wish we saw the fucking MOON vampire
• MOON vs STAR (super cool naming if the uh tarot thing is carried on here I legit don’t know if star is an actual tarot card lemme check)
• ORGALORG WHYYYYYY
• marshall n Gary was sweet- but I really wished they played up the bitter exes part before they did just the fluffy dating, bring a bit of parallel consistency
• fionna was good acting! The crying bit made my heart ouches- Character herself was a tad frustrating at times admittedly
• cake is great still - cake and vampire king hilarious
• why no “the star”’s actual dad :(
• BETH SHERMY GIBBON YES YES YES- back to old adventure time: I love the intro theme for Beth and shermy, it’s so melancholic and desolate, cold, with backgrounds that make this so fascinatingly depressing a turn for the land of oo (happy endings impermanent- life goes on kinda deal, so cool, so consistent with adventure time’s own concepts & “everything stays”)
• Simon and Betty made me emotional
• uhh how old was Betty when she starting dating simon? Just offhand lol I’m sure it was fine
• Golbetty had beautiful scenes
• way better simon and Golbetty than that weird adventure time published comic I’m sure some of you read
• the animation is great on some places, other times while well made, feels out of place for adventure time; like it’s trying too hard to be pretty (not the Ice Prince song, stuff like that made sense for adventure time)
• like some bits reminded me of Steven universe’s inconsistencies (same bits that made me really really dislike some of adventure time distant lands’ execution)
• [funny nitpick incoming] like there were points where the characters had really big eyes even tho they r supposed to be dots (not when exaggerating certain emotions cartoonishly, I meant prolonged); adventure time’s deal is keeping them small and kinda hard to decipher
• some bits were just a tinnny too anime that it bothered me, just some! Anime is cool!!!
• I was really expecting or hoping for a Korra styled multi-season just with lesser episodes
• the resolution was… kinda haphazardly handled
• same with some of the final themes, like w/ simon n betty
• adventure time is kinda known for being almost ambiguously optimistic so the whole super happy thing was kinda strange to me
• I know like it shouldn’t have to be the same as adventure time obviously, but that was the general identity of adventure time; the cosmic ambiguity with absurd humor delivered nonchalantly
• like I think of patience st pim’s ice domain during elements and the melancholic quietness of it - also PATIENCE ST PIM WHYYYYY I LOVED YOU (patiencevstheempresscough)
• ORGALORG COME BACK TO MEEEE
• yes it was a great thing to have this miniseries I enjoyed many parts
• the music was fucking fire!!!
• where was the dr two brains reference ? -3-
#adventure time#fionna campbell#simon x fionna#fionna and cake#golb#golbetty#orgalorg#Beth and shermy#marshall lee#fionna the human#adventure time fionna and cake#opinions
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The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)
Read Chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 6
Summary : You attend the Crop fest at the island and meet new people but they don't make you feel any better.
Warning: Cigarette smoking, Minola - No she can't stop, no she won't stop, Mentions of recurring nightmare and trauma, mention of past abuse, trust issues, spooky stuff, discussion of mental illness.
Note : I promise I'll update the bodyguard next
When you woke up the next morning you felt refreshed, you haven't gotten a proper night of sleep like this since you came here. You thought about the way you held onto his hand, the feeling of his touch still lingered on your skin and it left you feeling confused.
"Yes you really did that you moron" you grumbled as you got out of bed to get ready for the day, you didn't have to work so you wondered what you were supposed to do today. As you showered you kept thinking about the moment you had his hand in yours, it felt good and it made you want to feel his touch more but then you remembered what had happened to you, what were they capable of.
He could hurt you and you know if something awful was to happen to you again you'd never recover from it, you can't handle betrayal in any form so wanting a romantic relationship of any kind, especially with a man like him was not feasible.
You put on a loose t-shirt and a pair of jeans and towel dried your hair. You heard a thumping noise coming from the basement but it didn't carry on, it only happened once and you didn't want to go check because Minola was there and you feared your mind would trick you again.
You made yourself a cup of coffee and decided to sit outside, there was a wooden old timey chair next to the main doorway, right in front of the window so you sat down, you looked over his house and it seemed quiet. Maybe he went grocery shopping or something. You saw a piece of paper laying flat on the ground so you got up and picked it up, it was a pamphlet
"Join the Slumber Crop fest in Williams memorial park to celebrate the new blood"
The new blood? "Well that's not weird at all" you mumbled under your breath but you fixed your face up to go see what the fest was all about, the name suggested that it was a celebration for the farmers and vendors of the island but you could be wrong.
As you reached the park, it was bustling with people, the whole Island was there it appeared and for a change they all looked happy, as you entered you earned a few glances here and there but nothing too weird.
"Hello..hi there" you looked behind and saw a man, he seemed older than you but not too old, he smiled so you returned it.
"Hii I'm y/n I'm new here" you mumbled and as he stepped closer to you, you stepped back a little.
"It's Bruce"
"Ohhh you're one of the teachers" you smiled as you recognised his name and he nodded.
"Yes I just got back, how are you adjusting here?" He asked you and you crossed your arms as you chuckled nervously.
"It is nice I guess ..I'm doing my best"
"Well don't get too used to it" he smiled as he sipped on the drink in his hand and it made you feel unsettled so you just nodded and hoped he'd disappear. You saw the blonde girl from that day and she kept looking at you so you smiled at her, she reverted but it didn't reach her eyes you could tell.
"Soo ummm are you guys not used to the new folks around here?" You asked Bruce and he glared at you.
"Well you can't get too friendly with the source of the new blood" he chuckled and you were on the verge of breaking apart in his presence, he seemed sinister, he looked like the type of man you'd would have steered clear of even before the incident occurred.
"Stop ittt Bru.. you're weirding her out" you heard another voice and saw another man walking towards you both. Just great.
"My name is Sam, don't mind him, he's just messing with you" he chuckled so you did the same even though your heart was racing.
"I'll get a drink" Bruce mumbled and he kept his eyes on you until he disappeared out of sight, you couldn't have been more thankful.
"Don't let him get to you, he likes to freak people out, you're the new resident right, don't think we have met before" he raised his hand forward and you stared at him but you didn't shake his hand.
"Yess that's me..what do you do around here..if you don't mind me asking"
"Ohh I work the electricity joint" you nodded as he said that, you weren't sure what he meant by that but you figured he handled the electricity department.
You heard everyone clapping and saw Phil on the small stage area, he talked about the fest and you guessed it right, it was to celebrate the farmers and other vendors, then suddenly he called out your name to introduce you officially to the people of the island. It made you nervous but you hoped that would change a thing or two around here, as you stepped up they all just looked at you and you heard them murmuring to each other.
"Tell them about yourself" Phil said to you so you walked over to the mic stand, feeling as awkward as possible.
"Uhhh hi ..my name is y/n and I just wanted to thank you guys for allowing me to come here and live. I .. needed this very much and I'll try my best to be part of this community, if anyone needs me for anything I'm here" you looked around and you didn't see anyone reacting to anything you said, you saw Loki standing at a far distance and his presence immediately brought you comfort. He felt like a friend, like someone you found comfort in.
You decided to leave the fest because you didn't think you were welcomed there, as you were about to walk out of the park you heard Phil's voice and stopped,
"Heyy I haven't seen you in the market lately, how are you eating?" He asked you and you weren't sure if you should tell them about Loki buying stuff for you. You remembered him telling you that people frowned upon it here.
"Uhhh actually I bought a lot of veggies the first day and it lasted me over the week" you told him and he hummed
"Well make sure you go there tomorrow, support our farmers, they work hard" he told you as he turned around to leave and you nodded.
You made your way towards the house, the fog was getting intense and you were starting to feel cold, you got spooked again as you heard his voice.
"Didn't mean to scare you love" he mumbled as he brisked towards you to walk by your side.
"I didn't think you would go there" you said to him and he smiled.
"You have to support the farmers right?" He chuckled and you smiled.
"I just feel like people don't want me here, it's a feeling that just won't go away"
"Do you want to leave?" He asked you and you thought about it,
"I ..don't know..I mean this place seemed perfect you know and it is, I like the quiet and the simplicity.. it's just the people of the town and well .. Minola " you chuckled and he turned his head towards you to look at you.
"Minola?"
"It's just.. probably in my head but I have been seeing her"
"Seeing how?"
"I ..I can't explain it but I feel like she's there in my house..ohh God I sound crazy" you put your hands over your face to calm down. What were you doing?
"You're not crazy darling..you might be right about her being there" you stopped in your tracks as he said that.
"What do you mean?"
"I.. Well I don't know much but apparently she disappeared a week after they came here, she was just gone and nobody knows where she is" he said to you and you felt the hair sticking up at the back of your neck.
"But the house–"
"Belonged to her, those four other people who established this town along with her have their houses too around here, it was built before they came here"
"How do you know all this, I read the town's history and it didn't mention anything like that" he sighed as you said that. You invited him inside because after what he just said you didn't want to be in there all alone.
"I heard about it from the locals"
"Okay maybe she disappeared but wouldn't she be dead by now or she must have died when she disappeared, something must have happened to her..right?"
"Yeah ofcourse..but you said you're seeing her, are you seeing her ghost?"
You chuckled as he said that. It sounded absurd coming out of his mouth.
"Ghosts..they don't exist Loki..ghosts gods angels..all of them are not real"
You walked into the kitchen to make tea for both of you and he followed you immediately.
"How are you so certain?" He asked you as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.
"Because I know okay? it's probably the medicines I'm taking that's making me loopy"
"Are you sure of it?" He questioned you again and you chuckled.
"Yes I'm sure of it loki" you snapped at him but he didn't flinch at all as if he was expecting it "My mom spent her whole life worshiping a god that had no proof of existence, I know crazy when I see it and I see it when I look at myself in the mirror" your eyes teared up because of the frustration and you grabbed your head in your hands again as it started pounding so he stepped closer to you,
"Can I hold you?" you looked at him and he was standing close to you but not too close to make you want to hit him again.
"What?"
"Can I hold you love? I'm asking for your permission"
"Hold me how?"
"Let me embrace you, hug you? You'll feel better I promise" you stared at him for a few seconds before you nodded so he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer to him then he wrapped his arms around your back, your face planted right into his chest and you always thought being so close to a man's body would only suffocate you and make you want to strangle yourself but that didn't happen, it comforted you instead, he felt like a cocoon and you immediately had a sense of security around him.
"It's okay let it out darling, just let it all out okay?" He rubbed your back gently and you burst into a fit of cries, and you didn't stop, you couldn't stop crying, it was as if you haven't cried in a long time and it wasn't a lie, you haven't been able to cry like this in a long time, after he ruined everything you believed in you didn't think you'd ever see a day where you'd start to feel like a human again.
Your arms wrapped around his neck and he bent down a little so you wouldn't strain your toes too much.
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry..sorry" you kept mumbling to him, you had no idea why he was even putting up with this nonsense. He didn't even know you.
"You don't have to apologize to me, never" as you pulled away from him, he had you stuck between him and the counter so you looked up.
"Feels better?" He smiled so you grabbed his hands in yours.
"Yes..thank you loki" His thumb rubbed against the back of your hand and it didn't make you flinch, it felt good instead and it gave you all the tingling feelings in the pit of your stomach.
When you let go of his hands he strained the tea you had made, walked you towards the couch and you both sat down,
"You took the portrait down" he mumbled so you nodded. He noticed it yesterday itself but he didn't want to say anything. It wasn't his place.
"Where did you keep her?"
"Umm..In the basement"
"Would you feel better if I took her away?" He asked you and you looked at him surprised, why would he want a creepy portrait of a dead woman in his house?
"I uhh.. I mean..it's her house Loki"
"She's probably dead like you said, why does it matter? She's gone.. ghosts are not real right?"
"Yeah they are not" you emphasized the sentence so he smiled. It was hard for him to get through you but he was getting a step closer everyday he could tell. You had your body pressed into him a few moments ago and he was glad because he didn't have much time to fulfill his promise, to finish what he was here for. For that to happen, you had to trust him, you had to believe in him. However he also couldn't stop thinking about the moment he had you in his arms, in that moment he never wanted to stop holding you, he wanted to keep you there so you'd never feel unsafe again.
You didn't deserve any of that monstrosity.
After thinking about it you decided that it'd be best for your mental health to just not have her in that house for now, so you opened the basement door and he stepped down to grab the portrait. You noticed the cracks in the door and it worried you, you didn't see them yesterday.
As soon as her portrait was out of the house you felt better, you had allowed it to manifest in your head and Stephen had told you that our minds can look for different ways to cope with the trauma so maybe imagining her way your coping mechanism. A new place and change of environment was already stressful as it was.
After dinner as you laid in your bed, you kept repeating the moment you had spent with Loki in the kitchen, why did he feel that way? You have known him for a mere week and this wasn't like you at all, not the current you. You should keep him at an arm's length, that's why you were here then why couldn't you stop yourself from getting close to him? The thought bothered you.
Loki placed the portrait in his living room, in front of the fireplace and stared at it, she did seem lifelike like you had said once.
"You scared her, that's not how you could have achieved what you wanted "
He heard her growling in response and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, her soul was truly tormented and he did feel awful for her..
"Going to kill her..She will be killed..she will have to dieeee" he heard her broken whispers and sighed.
"I know that, that's why I'm here..stay quiet now. You know she can't leave the island, they won't let her. She have no choice and I don't either, she will have to trust me so she's willing to stay"
He got up and left the living room then he stood outside your house all night long, waiting for the moment you'd need him again. And you did.
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