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coco-loco-nut · 1 month

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Book Club - Part 5

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader, Grid x Reader

Summary: the wedding, not too much grid involvement (sorry!!!)

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You didn't expect planning a wedding to be this hard. You and Lance agreed on something more low-key, but that doesn't really happen when you are both famous in your own right and you are marrying the son of a billionaire, so you settled on a fancy but small wedding. Lawrence funded the whole wedding, wanting the day to go off without a hitch, besides you and Lance getting hitched obviously. Lance took care of planning the Honeymoon, leaving you and Lawrence to plan the wedding.

"Y/n, go take a break. You are stressing out over nothing my dear. Let me handle it, your wedding shouldn't be stressful," Lawrence rests his hand on your shoulder and you nod, taking a deep breath. Your soon-to-be father-in-law has done a great job so far at bringing your vision to life, so you trusted him to argue with the beach venue in Greece. You walked away and went to the mini library of the Switzerland home.

Your bridal party/mini vacation to a small beach town in Corsica, planned by none other than George Russell and Chloe Stroll, was fabulous. The weekend flew by so quick, and Daniel made it his personal mission to get you drunk off your ass 24/7. The whole book club, besides Fernando made up your bridal party, in addition to George, Logan, and Chloe.

“Y/n, you look beautiful,” Chloe and Claire help the stylists put finishing touches on you. The greek sun has tanned you perfectly the past couple days, and given you a beautiful glow. There is a knock on the door and Chloe is quick to open it. Your bridal party walks in, dressed in their tan suits.

“My daughter, you look stunning,” Kimi hugs you, he is giving you away on your request.

“Thank you,�� you whisper. Your bridal party consists of Chloe (your maid of honor), the book club (minus Fernando who is with his teammate), George, and Logan. Logan’s groomsmen is also filled with drivers as well as Chloe’s husband Scotty who is serving as his Best Man.

“Alright, time for one last meeting before testing,” Checo says, one of your wedding photographers making sure to catch the moment on camera. An hour filled with laughter passes quickly and soon enough, Lawrence is guiding you to your first look with Lance. It was one thing that you and Lance were certain of, wanting the private moment for yourselves.

Lance is standing on the balcony staring at the ocean, waiting for you. You spot a photographer standing in a corner of the large space, trying to remain invisible as you slip onto the balcony.

“Come here often?” your voice shakes slightly as the breath leaves you. He looks utterly handsome in his suit and perfectly styled hair.

“I- you look- wow,” he says, taking in every inch of you. Both of you look at each other, tears pricking in your eyes.

“I can, and will, say the same thing about you,” you grin, stepping towards him. He carefully pulls you into him, kissing you.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Half an hour,” you could hear the sounds of your guests filling in.

“Then they will be able to see the most beautiful woman in the world,” Lance smiles, your heart racing.

“It will be a shame that they won’t be looking at you. How will they know that I am the luckiest girl in the world,” you return his smile.

“No, I am the luckiest guy. I get to marry a multitalented woman. You are an incredible racer, the most beautiful woman on earth, the kindest soul, and yet you choose me,” he continues his flattery.

“I am a good racer, not incredible,” you laugh. You aren’t like Max, Charles, Lando or Carlos, you don’t fight for podiums as often, but you do tend to hang around P4 or P5. You aren’t a world championship winning driver, it’s why Red Bull signed you to replace Checo in the upcoming season following his retirement. They need a solid second driver, and they know that Max will teach you more and push you.

“Nonsense, my baby is going to be driving for Red Bull, they chose you for a reason,” Lance reassures you.

“Y/n, Lance, one more minute,” Chloe interrupts.

“I’ll see you out there,” you squeeze his hands, a motion he returns. After a quick kiss, you follow him off the balcony. Your stylists do some quick touch ups before your party is escorted outside, you watch as the procession starts, Lance leading the pairs down the aisle. The grid takes the coupling in stride, holding arms with each other and making everyone giggle at them, including you.

“Are you ready, Kirppu?” Kimi asks, tears in his eyes.

“Remember, I’m training you for whenever those three get married,” you glance at your adoptive siblings.

“I know, they adore their older sister. Let’s not make Lance wait any longer,” Kimi sighs as you squeeze his arm. You and Kimi walk gracefully down the aisle, a wide smile on your face, and Kimi’s usually stoic face full of emotion. When the officiant, aka Sebastian Vettel, asks who is giving you away, he proudly identifies himself as your father, and when he sits down beside Minttu he is crying like a baby. The ceremony flies by, but you and Lance soak in every detail. Your vows to each other are short and sweet, not needing to say a lot to profess your love to each other.

“You may now kiss the bride,” Sebastian says, Lance wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. The guys on both sides of you go nuts, Kimi cries again, and you pull apart with a grin. Lance picks you up and carries you down the aisle.

The reception takes place on the beach, you changed into a shorter, flowier, white dress for dancing and sand purposes, Lance’s suit jacket is off and the top few shirt buttons are undone. You and Lance entered first for the sole purpose of wanting to see how the ‘couples’ entered. Each driver pairing made the both of you laugh your butts off, very glad that there is video evidence of it.

You both refused to let Netflix film and other celebrity news outlets photograph any parts of the wedding, they weren’t invited and if they wanted media from it, they can pay the both of you a hefty sum. The security provisions for keeping away paparazzi meant that everyone was able to truly enjoy themselves.

“Family photo!” Minttu says, pulling you and Lance over as the reception starts. The first picture is just Robin, Rianna, and you carefully holding Grace, then Lance gets added in, then Kimi and Minttu join, then Lance leaves the picture so it is only you 6.

“My icecubes,” Kimi smiles at the pictures adoringly.

“One day we are going to drive for Ferrari together, just like Iskä,” Robin looks up at you and you smile, knowing that you will be far to old to do that when he is in F1.

“Heck yeah, little bro,” you hug him. Maybe you will get to be his race engineer, congratulating him when he wins his first championship.

“You two will be champions of the world together,” Lance winks at you and Robin.

“You look like a princess and a prince,” Rianna says, you pick her up and hug her. Kimi is silently combusting while watching his kids be cute together.

“That makes you a princess too, since you are my little sister,” you tickle her and she squirms out of your arms into Lance’s.

“I’ll protect you, don’t worry,” he angles her away from you as she laughs.

“Hey!” you laugh as well.

“Ok kids, let your older sister and brother greet their other guests,” Minttu says, Lances heart swells hearing himself included. You both make your laps around the tables, greeting the guests before dinner is served. The speeches are wonderful, and before you know it, you are dancing with Kimi for your Father-Daughter dance.

“Are you ok, Dad? You are crying more than I think you ever have,” you smile softly, as he uses a had to wipe his eyes.

“I just never expected to grow so close to you when I offered to mentor you, and now you are for all intents and purposes my daughter, and I’m so proud of how much you’ve accomplished this past year. If I had it my way, your last name would be Räikkönen, not Stroll now,” Kimi sniffles.

“About that. My new legal name is Y/n Räikkönen-Stroll. I talked to the family about it and they agreed, I was going to wait to surprise you,” you reveal, his smile quickly growing.

“I’m so happy to call you my daughter,” he hugs you as the song ends.

“No more happy as I am to call you my dad,” you squeeze him tight. As the night ends, you and Lance are whisked away to catch the private jet to wherever Lance planned the Honeymoon.

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y/username now and forever Y/n Räikkönen-Stroll ily @/lancestroll

lancestroll can’t wait to spend forever with you ❤️

fernandoalonso félicitations , beautiful wedding!

kimiraikkonen Congratulations, Kirppu, so glad to have a new addition to the family.

y/username thanks dad!

sebastianvettel Congrats to the happy couple! Always a good wedding when Kimi cries!

logansargeant poor Nico, his grid wife has a grid husband now

nicohulkenberg No one can separate us, our love is eternal

y/username who said I can’t have both! 🥰

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y/username Y/n Räikkönen, two Strolls on the grid would be too chaotic. love you admin 🫶

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thewulf · 3 months

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My Purpose || Aragorn

Summary: Request - Can you do a Aragorn x Female Reader where she’s from earth not middle earth? Like the modern reader in middle earth trope? Reader dies in an accident of some sort and wakes up in a field in Rivendell. It’s right before everyone is gathering for the Council of Elrond... Read Rest Here

A/N: LOVED writing this one. Aragorn is just... the best. This one got away from me, as usual. Thank you for the requests!! Hope you like this as much as I loved writing this :) Love a good modern girl in middle earth trope!

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Word Count: 7.5k +

TW: swords, blades, training, homesickness

It still didn’t seem real. The vast valley with flowing waterfalls where the light seemed to hit perfectly. Standing out on the balcony of the room you were given for however long you were permitted to stay you watched as the city ebbed and flowed throughout the day. You had no idea how long you sat there watching from the mansion of the home of the elf-man that had found you for you had no idea how to tell time here. You’d either lost you phone or the elves had taken it from you. The thought of actual elves sent shivers down your spine. It had only been a few days since you’d woken up in this place that definitely wasn’t close to home. There wasn’t even electricity that you could tell, at least not in your room. It wasn’t that you weren’t given the opportunity to leave you just didn’t want to. These elves were terribly intimidating, so beautiful and even the children seemed to stand taller than you.

Nobody had so much bothered you other than Elrond coming to check in on you a few times throughout each day with food in his hand each time. It wasn’t until the fourth day that he came without it.

“Miss Y/N.” He spoke at the open door leading to the balcony. He had tried knocking at the door a few times. He was more concerned than anything when you didn’t answer for it had become a sort of a routine at this point for him to greet you at your door. You never really wanted him to come in further, so you never invited him in.

You jumped slightly in your stupor being interrupted by your usual companion, “Lord Elrond. I’m sorry. I was just watching, didn’t hear you.”

He nodded before walking out to sit next to you on the bench you were already occupying, “Are you well? A friend of mine has told me you have been out here in a daze nearly all day.”

You turned your head to him with a small smile, “I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“What ever about?” He pressed. You had been fairly tight lipped about how you ended up here. It’s not like you wish you couldn’t tell him about how you got here you just didn’t know. You were… different. Your clothing was something he had never seen. You had called them jean pants and a polyester blouse. You might have been speaking an entirely different language. Regardless he had given you back you clothes plus some elven dress clothes that he had hemmed shorter fort you. He was pleasantly surprised that on the third day you were wearing the newly provided elven clothes to your strange human clothes.

“Home. The memories are starting to become harder to recall. It’s weird. It’s like they’re all fuzzy. I’m afraid…” You swallowed back a frightening wave of emotions as you spoke to the kind elderly elf, “I’m afraid I will forget it all. My mom and dad. My friends and family. What it was like… It was nothing like this.”

He grabbed for your fidgeting hand that was clearly in distress, “Tell me what you can recall. I will not forget. I will tell you of your own memories.” He bowed his head towards you letting you know his utmost sincerity at the request.

Giving him a sad smile, you gave into his request finally. It did you no good to hide it all away and seem to forget it completely. Then you may never make it home. Telling him was really you only option at this point, “I miss my mom the most. We never got along the best when I lived at home, but we’ve become close after I’ve left home for school. I was just hoping that if I never make it home that she had some sort of closure.” You sighed feeling the weight of reality setting in. You thought maybe you would just wake up int you bed one morning but that was certainly not happening.

He cocked his head to the side, “You went off for school? Tell me about your mother. What was she like?” He pressed knowing you would crave these memories should you forget them for some odd reason. You were a puzzle for Elrond. He couldn’t connect the dots.

“Only once you become an adult. Once you turn eighteen you can enter the workforce full time or go to advanced education called college or university.” You paused thinking further about his second question. Your mother. What was she like? She was remarkable, “My mom is an angel. She thinks of those she loves above all else. She taught me how to be a good human. How to be kind in the face of adversity. How to face challenges head on and with a smile on my face. She’s the reason I’m not sitting here crying every day. But the thoughts of not seeing her again… I knew it would happen one day just not so soon. Not before I got married and had kids and… I’m sorry I’m rambling.” You quieted down almost afraid to look into his eyes once more.

“You are lucky to have her. Do not give up. We have not talked to Gandalf. He has just arrived and wishes to speak to you. He’s been informed of your strange arrival.” Elrond spoke hoping it would be easy to persuade you to come with him outside your room in his home.

“Gandalf?” You asked. It sounded so familiar. His name so strange yet I come right to the forefront of your mind as if you’d heard it before when he spoke it.

Elrond nodded holding out his hand to you, “He is a wizard. If anybody should have answers it would be him.”

“A wizard?” You’d remembered Harry Potter, maybe he could whisk you home through some Floo powder or something of the sort.

Elrond nodded his head, “A very dear old friend of mine. He may have better knowledge than I on your situation. I have scoured all the libraries of Imladris and could find no such cases as yours.”

You took his hand letting him lead you through his home and out the back towards the gardens you’d come to know and love in your short stay thus far. You opened and closed your mouth a few times to continue the conversation between you and Elrond, but you could not find the words to ask the question you wanted. When you finally stopped you were greeted by exactly what you pictured a wizard to look like. He looked like Dumbledore. Your heart warmed in comfort as his eyes crinkled into a smile.

“Y/N, my dear. Elrond has told me so much about you. It’s lovely to meet you.” He walked over towards you making sure to greet the both of you. His eyes, however, never left you. He was all too curious of the mortal human girl not from middle earth Elrond had told him so little about.

You dipped your head in slight unease over the entire ordeal. You, indubitably, knew that you were the talk of the town but to hear it out loud sent your heart racing. Being the middle child growing up meant you spent your life hidden and out of the way. Overshadowed by your older siblings accomplishments and overlooked for your younger siblings needs. You kind of felt like you were just floating by until you had moved out and your relationship had grown drastically with your mom and siblings.

“Uhm, likewise. Sir wizard.” You gave him that shy smile where your head tilted to the side trying to read him.

A subtle chuckle emanated from the elderly man’s lips, “You may call me Gandalf, dear Y/N. Now, we don’t have too much time before the council joins this afternoon for a final decision to be made. Come sit, Lord Elrond will join us. Start from the beginning, do you remember the last time you were home?” He led you to the small table in the garden that was likely used for afternoon tea, not for conversations such of these.

You knew you’d have to tell your story all over again so you might as well get it over with, “It was cold. A really cold and miserable day in Indiana. Middle of winter. Lots of snow. Blizzard like conditions.” You sighed recounting your seemingly last minutes on earth. You’d concluded you had died but it was weird to say it out loud. To admit your defeat, “There was a really bad accident on the road home. Big pileup. I was able to stop my car in time but the people behind me were not able to. My car was pushed under a semi where I was trapped. I don’t remember much else other than panicking because I couldn’t get out… My car started making weird noises. I’m pretty sure my engine exploded from being crushed in a way it shouldn’t have. I’m pretty sure I died.” You frowned accepting your death. God, you hoped your family had closure. That they were okay.

Gandalf bobbed his head considering your story, “What is a car? A semi? An engine?” He needed help with your strange words he’d never heard of before. Surely this was proof enough that you were from nowhere near here.

You laughed more to yourself than at his lack of knowledge, “Cars are new in my world. We were using horses and carriages not even a hundred years ago. A car uses and engine to propel forward instead of a horse. It uses some sort of fuel and ignition to propel cranks and wheels forward making your car go forward. A car is just an enclosed carriage. And a truck is just a massive car to transport goods.”

He continued listening to you, “That sounds like an unpleasant death.”

You hummed in agreement, “For what it’s worth I don’t remember it hurting. Just waking up here in the middle of a field. I’m fortunate to have run into his sons and not something more sinister from the sounds of it.”

Gandalf ran his hands along his beard, “Fortunate or you were placed for a reason. Curious.” He paused giving you another once over before continuing, “Elrond speaks as if you know of this world even though you may not be from here?” The old wizard pressed as his eyes bore into yours even though you couldn’t quite meet his gaze completely.

You agreed with him, “Yes, some things seem familiar. Like I’ve seen things here before.”

Elrond finally spoke up, “Tell him what you told me the other night. When you first got here.”

You turned your head looking between the two males, “I asked if you were gathering to talk about the ring.”

“How do you know of the ring?” Gandalf looked between you and Elrond with a perplexed expression on his face.

You shook your head trying to recall but the memories were becoming fuzzy. The further your time away from home the harder it was becoming to recall memories from your time there, “I believe it was a story of some sort where I’m from. We have books as well and it was a book written for entertainment.”

Gandalf eyed you before turning his attention to Elrond, “You must keep Y/N in your home. If you are correct and the fellowship is formed later we may need your knowledge before we partake on the quest. Even after.” The wizard’s eyes flashed with a newfound hope having you show up the most opportune of time. The more he thought about it the less curious you become. You were becoming more and more so seemingly a gift from Eru Ilúvatar himself.

Elrond bowed his head in acceptance of Gandalf’s decree, “How are your quarters now Lady Y/N? You may have an extended stay. I can move you to a different spot in the house if you would like.”

“That’s not necessary. The room is great.” You gave him a genuine smile and thumbs up before turning back to Gandalf, “But what about home? Lord Elrond said you may be able to get me home?” You asked with the same hope you seemed to give him.

But his frown told you all that you needed to know, “My child. You had died on your home. You have been given another chance. Likely because we prayed for you and you passed on too early in your own life.” He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze from his seat next to you.

Your eyes drifted down in that sadness you had been holding back. You knew that was somehow going to be the answer, but it still didn’t sting any less actually hearing it from him, “So I’m stuck here?” The question came out closer

Elrond took the liberty of grabbing for your hand trying to provide any sort of comfort, “You get to live out the rest of your life here.” Gandalf nodded knowing that was exactly what you didn’t want to hear.

“Can you tell me if my family got closure? They know I’ve passed?” You asked feeling squeezing Elrond’s hand right back, thankful he had given you that small amount of comfort. It had been days since you’ve had physical contact with anyone or anything. You thought you hated it but man did you miss it. You craved it.

The wizard gave you solemn shake of his head, “For that I cannot be certain young one. But I can be certain that you have been put here for a reason. You have been given another chance. I would not waste it.” Gandalf rose giving you and Elrond a bow before walking away, “I must take to conversation with Boromir before this afternoon. I shall see you in due time.” He waved more towards Elrond than you leaving you that much more confused than when you had started.

Your eyes upturned to Lord Elrond still holding your hand from the seat next to yours. His kind brown eyes had turned sympathetic in the news Gandalf had given you. All he could do was offer his own kindness to the ever out of place human girl giving him a crushed look, “You are more than welcome to stay here in Rivendell. Most of the residents and my children have decided to set sail as the time has come.”

“Thank you.” Giving him a small smile that hardly reached your cheeks you let the news consume you. You were quiet as he led you back to your room. Your official room now that you had zero plans of getting out of here. At least it was easily the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

“Lunch will be soon. Shall I bring you a plate or would you care to join me in the halls this time?” He asked pressing his luck once he had dropped you back off in your room.

“A plate is fine. Thank you again Elrond. I’d like to think on my own for a bit if you do not mind.”

“As you wish.” He bowed before gliding off. He sent one more concerned look before you shut yourself out from the elven world. Damn. You were stuck in a place called middle earth. Who would’ve thought this could’ve been your life?

You found yourself in the same gardens later that night after your handmaiden had brought you dinner. Flush with emotions you found yourself crying and not being able to stop once you’d found a somewhat secluded spot hidden away.

“Excuse me miss? Are you all right?” A man had asked breaking you out of your own head full of thoughts and tears. Your sniffles must have drawn the dark-haired strangers attention to your quiet corner that nobody had seemed to bother you in, until now.

You turned seeing that handsome man you had spotted a few times since the Council of Elrond had begun. You were all too curious what they discussed for hours on end, but it had to have been critical so many seemingly important people to gather to discuss matters. Wiping away your tears with the sleeves of the elven dress all you could do was nod rapidly, “I am okay. Just terribly overwhelmed is all.”

He cocked his head to the side looking you over, “You speak differently than any human woman I have talked to. You must be the mortal girl Elrond has spoken of?” You did not have the height nor the ears to be an elf he concluded. But, you certainly had the beauty to rival an elf. Aragorn was quite taken aback at your doe-eyed expression on his even though your eyes were blood-shot from the many tears you had spilt.

Letting out a laugh you could only agree with him, “If only you know how weird you sound to me too. But yes, I am.” You confirmed by meeting your eyes with his icy blue ones. You pushed back your rushing thoughts of just how stunning this stranger was. Everybody here in this middle earth seemed otherworldly. Beautiful beyond belief. A far cry from your home however far away it was.

His eyes roamed over you for the first time up close. He had seen you sitting on the balcony from Elrond’s residence a few times in the few days he’d arrived. But this was the first he’d seen the other worldly girl up close and personal. Elrond made no mention of your simple beauty. Your big, beautiful eyes laced in a red stain from the tears you’d been clearly crying made his heart twist unexpectantly.

He too was in the process of grieving a loss of his own. His Arwen, his first love, had taken to sailing away. Truly, he had no idea what she would choose in the end and chose the best for herself and her family. He could never blame her, no. He pushed her to go do exactly that. He would always have love in his heart for the ellith he could never have. How blissful were the few years he got to spend with her… they were everything and more. But she had to go. Elrond, her father, pushed her off a few months ago and that was that for him. He was no stranger to the sadness in your expression.

“Dare I ask why?” The man walked towards you stopping just shy. Closer than any of the other elves or man had dared to step to you. Other than Lord Elrond, your healer, and Ioanoa, your handmaiden, assigned to you by the lord for the time being.

His eyes looked innocent enough. Might as well tell him as you really didn’t have anything to lose anymore. You’ve already lost it all, “I am forgetting everything of my home. I barely remember my mom’s face now. I’m worried I’ll forget it all. I have to accept that this is my new life. I just… I never got to say goodbye. I can’t remember everyone anymore, but I know I had people I loved, I just feel it.”

He contemplated what to say for a moment as he had never come across a situation so complex as yours before. He did not know what to tell you. He could never fathom your situation. Essentially dying in your own reality to wake up in something so different only to forget where you came from? Aragorn shuddered at the thought. He might’ve even gone mad at the thought.

“Fear not. They will not forget you. They will always be looking for you or have thoughts of you. You may forget the fine details of them, but you will never forget of them and their love. Like you said, you can feel it.” He placed a hand over his heart praying his words offered you some sort of comfort.

You looked down wiping the fresh tears away, “What if they do forget me?”

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder drawing your eyes back up to him, “From what I hear it sounds like your mother had much love for you. As long as she walks in her world she will have love for you. As long as you walk in middle earth you will have love for her.” Aragorn was nervous as he met your eyes once more. He felt relief wash over him as you kept his gaze and gave him a gentle smile. You weren’t mad, not in the slightest. You looked relieved at his words.

“Thank you, sir.” You had yet to get or catch his name. You’d learned of a few of the other members through Elrond’s stories, but he had yet to come up. He seemed to be human. You couldn’t spot anything that made him stand out as anything other than. But who new in this middle earth.

He returned your soft smile with one of his own, “Aragorn is my name.”

“Thank you, Aragorn. Mine is Y/N.” His eyes remained on yours as you couldn’t keep ahold of his gaze. He was daunting in the best way. Handsome beyond belief. Words of advice more than you can dream of. Smarter than any man on earth you’d had to converse with. You’d been talking to him for less than thirty minutes, yet you had deduced he was the entire package. The first man you’d met on this planet was far better than any man on your earth.

He nodded taking a seat at the bench you were previously occupying, “Would it be rude of me to say that I already knew of that? You have been quite the discussion amongst the fellowship and council.”

You continued to stand there unsure of if you should join him or not. Would it be weird if you just stood there? Would it be weird to sit on the already small bench with him? Thankfully he must have seen your dilemma as he patted the seat next to you, inviting you to sit next to him. Trying not to make things more awkward for yourself you obliged sitting down next to him before continuing the conversation, “You all talk about me?”

He broke out into a cheeky grin, “Aye. You are most of the conversation. We cannot figure you out.”

Oh, was that all this was? He was simply trying to figure you out? That deflated whatever hope you had right then and there, “There’s not much to figure out. I’m a girl not meant to be here.” The tone of your voice came out more bitterly than it had prior sending Aragorn on edge. Had he said something?

“Indeed. That’s the perplexing part. Why are you here?” He asked more to himself than to you. A question nobody could seem to answer for a sure fact.

You shrugged, “Has to be by mistake.”

He shook his head, “I do not believe so. Nothing happens by chance here. The Valar have placed you here for a reason. We may not know now but we will soon figure it out.”

You let out a soft laugh, “How different your world is than mine.” Failing to elaborate you just looked ahead longing for your home. It was lovely here, but it wasn’t home. Even though you forgot most of what made home, home. You still longed for something you couldn’t completely remember.

“What do you miss the most of your home?” He asked hoping that talking about it would help take your mind away from the sadness that seemed to be overcoming you. Talking to you was helping him immensely. He had no idea how heavy the council’s discussions had been plus the loss of his love was weighing heavily on him. But talking to you seemed to help even if he didn’t even realize it.

“I think it’s my family and friends. As boring and monotonous my life was my family and friends were just down the road or a drive away.” You frowned having a sinking feeling you’d never see you best friend or brother again. You’d never get to tell your mom and dad how much you loved them.

He nodded, “I live a very… nomadic life. I understand the heaviness your heart undergoes. My love, she left not too long ago. I have been wandering ever since she set sail.” Aragorn admitted to you. It came out all too easily. You had admitted what was making you sad it felt too natural to do the same. He wanted to be vulnerable with you. So different from how he felt with nearly everyone since Arwen had left.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest. You felt guilty for talking about you when his heart was hurting just as much as yours, “I’m so sorry. I have never truly been in love. I can’t imagine how that feels. I hope it gets easier for you.”

“Talking to you helps, my lady.” He smiled grabbing for your hand hesitantly. When you didn’t pull away he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “You are a great mystery, fascinating beyond belief, seemingly selfless and kinder than the day is long. As sad as you are I hope that you can find the beauty in middle earth too.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you.” You looked away sure that there was a blush coating your cheeks, “I do find it beautiful here. Your world is not polluted like mine is. The air is fresh, the animals are plentiful, the water is safe. It is like an old version of a world that humans have not destroyed.”

He frowned, “Just humans?”

“Yep. There are no elves or dwarves or hobbits where I’m from. There are no evil monsters or magic or any kind, that I know of. Just humans and a polluted world.” You hummed missing your messy home.

He looked at your warily, “I will not lie, that sounds miserable miss Y/N.”

You laughed, your hand was still sitting in his comfortably, “We know no different. It is rather boring compared to all of this.”

He cracked a more genuine smile than you had seen from him yet, “You are honest. Be careful.”

You sighed, “Here too?”

“Bad people take advantage of good ones.” He nodded his head solemnly, “You are fine in Rivendell though. The elves will treat you well, as a novelty.”

You scrunched your eyes trying to figure out why, “Why? Because I’m a human?”

“Your entire lifetime is less time than it takes for them to mature to adulthood. There is nothing that anyone here could want from you other than to learn about mortality.”

You blinked at him, “Are elves immortal?”

He nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “Indeed.”

“Oh, wow.” You gulped at the knowledge.

“In fact, humans have the shortest span among sentient creatures in middle earth.” He said as if you weren’t already a little more than freaked out by the new revelation of the home you had been invited too earlier in the day.

Considering his words you continued along, “Makes you feel a little useless.”

He continued looking at you as you got vulnerable with him in turn, “On the positive side, nothing you can do can’t be undone. It cannot be messed up too severely.”

Your smile reached your eyes for the first time since you’d landed in middle-earth thanks to this handsome man, “I like your optimism Aragorn.”

He reached for your hand like Elrond had earlier giving it a soft squeeze, “I heard the news of your guidance from Gandalf. I am sorry your life on your earth was cut short to be here. But I am thankful for the gift we have been given. I am sure you have heard of the formation of the fellowship by now. It will be but a few fortnights before we depart as we prepare. I hope to see you soon before we are set to depart.” He spoke as he knew the journey to Mordor would be long and deadly.

“I am planning to attempt to pick up a sword here tomorrow with Elladan as a teacher here tomorrow at sunrise. If Elrond doesn’t have you busy then maybe you would care to join us?” You invited him taking any chance at the opportunity to spend time with him.

He bowed his head slowly at you, “I will see to it. Until then, lady Y/N it has been a pleasure talking with you this evening.” He stood pulling you up with him, “I trust that you can make it back to your chambers on your own?” He looked around hesitantly knowing it was perfectly safe here in Rivendell. Likely safer than anywhere on your home earth considering the elves were guarding it.

“I can. Thank you. I’ll see you in the morning.” You waved as he walked away. As much as you tried you couldn’t erase the silly little smile that crossed your face as you walked back to your room.

Aragorn was not there when you and Elladan began to train. Nobody had informed you how downright exhausting it was to hold a sword, defend yourself and attack all at the same time. You’d never felt so damn weak before as you worked up a sweat within minutes of beginning the session ordered by Elrond. Lord Elrond was going to see through on his promise to Gandalf. He was going to keep you safe. Who knew how you fit into the puzzle of destroying the ring and saving middle earth? Keeping you safe meant making sure meant knowing how to wield a weapon.

“Not bad, keep your eyes moving though. Someone could sneak up right beside you and strike.” You heard that same voice from last night. He kept true to his word by placing a dull blade against your rib cage. One more move and he could slice into your side if he wasn’t careful. But you had the feeling he was being more than careful.

You took the opportunity to rest and lowered the heavy blade you’d been sparring Elladan with and turned to the taller human male next to you, “Spare me. This is the first time I’ve picked one of these up.” You motioned to the dull blade meant for sparring, “These are heavier than they look.”

“You are faring quite well for it being the first time you picked up a blade.” Elladan smiled taking a few steps back seeing the way Aragorn was watching you. It was the same way he had watched over his sister after they had professed a love for one another. A spark that had vanished after Arwen left nearly half a year ago. Yet here you were. A human girl not even born under the Valar, hand-picked by Eru Ilúvatar to be here, giving Aragorn a hope that he so desperately needed before this quest.

You laughed after catching your breath, “You are just being nice. I’m an out of shape mess.”

Elladan took a few more steps back while shrugging his shoulders, “You’re a natural then, my lady. Forgive me. I must go. I see my father calling. I see that Aragorn can continue your lessons?”

You being none the wiser simply shrugged looking between the two of them who had funny expressions written on their faces as you waited for his answer, “I do not see Lord Elrond summoning you.” Aragorn raised his eyebrows challenging the ellon as he knew what Elladan was playing at. For he might have been accused by the twins for harboring a liking towards you after the few interactions he actually had. Aragorn, naturally, refuted it as he hadn’t even properly talked to you until last night. But even he knew that sentiment was growing truer the more he spent time with you. The weird speaking mortal girl from a different world.

Elladan offered a soft chuckle, “He’s already retreated. Need not worry Aragorn. You’ll take it from here?” He asked this time before actually walking away.

“Aye, Elladan. I’ll take it from here.” He waved him off before turning to you, “Why don’t we start you with a blade more suitable to your size?” He asked before leading you off towards the equipment area.

“Are you calling me weak Mr. Aragorn?” You grinned feeling suddenly giddy you’d gotten him alone twice in such a short period of time. Your mood was rubbing off on your attitude. Even though you were already tired, sweaty, and felt gross you were thrilled for the sudden change of instructor.

He shook his head quickly while searching for something smaller for you, “Nay my lady. The blade you were yielding is far too big for you. We just need to find you something more in line with your arms. For a blade is but an extension of your arm.” You watched as he sorted through the different blades lining the walls before pulling one that hadn’t been used in some time down, “This will do quite nice for you.” He handed it to you for you to get a feel for.

It was far lighter in your hands as you held it and swished the air quietly in front of you, “You were right. This is very nice.”

He grinned seeing you able to hold the blade far easier than you had the man-made sword that was far heavier than an elf-made on you were holding, “Keep that with you. Elrond will want to see that later. I think he’ll get a laugh at who used to own that particular sword.”

“Used to?” You questioned placing the lighter blade in a sheath at your hip.

His eyes crossed with an unfamiliar emotion as he nodded his head, “Indeed. Elves take nothing with them when they sail to the Undying Lands.”

You just looked at him with confusion in your eyes, “I’m going to need you to elaborate on this Undying Lands place.”

He sighed knowing you were clueless when it came to middle earth and its customs, but it didn’t make the thought of where Arwen was off living any less painful. Not that it was your fault for asking, “It is where most immortals go when they are called. After their lives on middle earth are complete. Most elves go. My Arwen was called not too long ago.” He added knowing he didn’t need to. But he wanted to. Something about you made him feel comfortable enough to delve deeper with you.

“I’m sorry she could not stay with you.”

“I am too.” He smiled to you knowing just talking about it with you was healing for him as well, “But it is for the best. She does not fit into this world any longer.”

You walked with him back out to the training fields that were slowly getting busier with random groups of different elves alike training and practicing, “Can I tell you my thoughts?” You asked him after a long while of comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Always, my lady.” He pulled his own training sword out of its own sheath waiting for your next words carefully.

You mimicked his actions, “That sounds like a miserably long life. At least where I’m from. That would be so tiring.”

He held his sword up waiting for you to mimic him, “I must agree. It makes sense why they take yearlong breaks then, no?” Aragorn laughed as he watched you more easily following along to his stances and postures.

“I’d still like to take a yearlong break.” You admitted earning another beautiful laugh from the handsome man that was becoming more of a friend than a stranger. The rest of the morning went as such. Aragorn showing you a few moves before he had your try it out in practice on him. Elladan wasn’t lying, you had a natural skill with the blade. A few of your maneuvers caught him off guard for you being so new, nothing he couldn’t deflect. But your potential was there.

As he walked you back to Lord Elrond’s residence he decided to break the growing comfortable silence that seemed to occur more often than not in your presence, “You did well today, Lady Y/N. You are very much a natural with the blade.” He complimented you as you got closer to the residences front doors where he knew he would have drop you off. Surely your handmaiden would be there waiting to take you off to your next venture. He’d watched as you started as a cooped up and frightened girl who opted to stay in your chambers rather than show her face but in the week he had been here he had seen you slowly open up to the outside world after you’d seen it could cause you no harm.

Your heart rate sped up at his words. You spun on your heals once you made it to the door, “Thank you Aragorn. I had a wonderful instructor who showed me the way.” You giggled seeing a small blush rise to his cheeks at your kind words.

Aragorn was right that he would have to give you at the doorway, but he wasn’t expecting a usually busy Lord Elrond to be waiting, “There you are. You said you’d be back before lunch. It is nearly dinner.” He knew you were in perfectly capable hands being with Aragorn. He asked more to tease his friend more so than scold you. For it was not only his sons who had noticed his growing affections towards you, but Elrond had noticed as well. He’d missed nearly an entire day’s worth of meetings to train you. But Elrond also had the utmost faith in the future king to be making the right decisions. If that meant spending the day with the beautiful mortal girl then that’s what he was going to do.

You looked down in embarrassment for being called out on your tardiness so forthright, “Ah, my apologies. We got carried away with the lessons.” You patted your side letting him know you had quite literally been training for the last ten hours.

Lord Elrond smiled at the both of you, “I am sure Aragorn had his reasons. Now come, we are already late for dinner.” He pulled you inside where you only could wave to him before Elrond had closed the door after bidding his own goodbye. Elrond gave you a wicked smirk as he led you down to the dining room on the other side of his residence.

“What’s that look for?” You asked trying to play off your absence as training and nothing more, that’s all it was, right?

“No reason. None at all. Nothing to do with Master Aragorn.” He grinned letting you through the door before him.

“It was training!” You tried to defend yourself before the twins barged in on your conversation.

Elladan scoffed at the table, “Hardly. You couldn’t wait to push e

You gave him an exasperated look, “You were the one who ran away!”

“I could no longer stand the longing looks between the two humans.” Elladan smiled knowing he was changing the story to fit his narrative better.

“Oh whatever.” You grumbled grabbing for the salad that sat in the middle of the table earning a round of laughs from all the elves who had happily taken you into their home.

You walked into the hall that contained the sword that eliminated Sauron the first time, Isildur’s blade. And there he was, the man that you had been looking for sitting there staring at the blade that clearly haunted him. He must have lost track of time thinking as he promised to continue training the next day, the day before leaving on the quest.

“Elrohir said I could find you here.” You spoke quietly hoping not to startle him.

He jumped slightly. His head turned to you giving you a bow, “I have been spending quite a bit of time in here.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, pressing.

He sighed, “Thinking. About the ring. The quest. The danger. The hobbits. All of it.” He admitted letting the weight of it crash, “My susceptibility to the ring.” He added as you stepped closer to him.

“But you are not him, Isildur. Lord Elrond told me all about him, he knew him! You are nothing like him Aragorn.” You gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before he shook you off gently.

That haunted look was still superimposed on his face, “It is his blood running through my veins as his did! Weak!” He sounded more upset than you had grown to see him in the few weeks you had gotten to know him.

“That’s untrue. You may have the same blood as him, but you are far from weak. You simply admitting that you are susceptible to its evils proves you to be anything but weak Aragorn. You are stronger than any man on my earth and any middle earth man I’ve come to know, although it’s not too many.” You laughed off the last bit hoping he would see his strength that had helped you grow further than you could’ve imagined in your short time here.

He looked at you with a new look as he heard your words. A look filled with adoration and love, “How do you know exactly what to say?” His eyes frantically searched your face as he realized your purpose being here was to help him as well. You were doing a flawless job at it. First with Arwen and now his insecurities surrounding the ring. How did you do it?

You smiled taking his hands in yours. Carefully, one by one, you snaked your fingers in between his before locking them down in your grip. You prayed it gave him some of the comfort he had given you over the last few weeks, “It’s easy with you.” It came out as more of whisper. You knew he had lingering feelings for the ellith he could no longer have. Why couldn’t you take her place?

You watched as he gulped. His eyes moved from your hands laced in between his, “Are you still searching for your purpose, my lady?” He asked as he took a daring step forward towards you. He heard as you breath got caught in your throat at his overly bold action.

You shook your head slowly, “I am not. I have found it.”

He nodded his head. Slowly he broke his hand away from yours. In place he brushed away the stray hairs that had been coated to your cheeks. The wind had displaced the stray hairs that blocked your view unknowingly. He relished in his touch on your warm, soft skin. He noticed the way your skin erupted in goosebumps under his touch, a physical reaction letting him know you felt the same way as he had. It had amazed him how quickly he had developed such deep feelings for you over the short time he had known you. With Arwen it was slow and took years only to crush him in the end. But with you it was fast but steady. Quicker than he anticipated but it made sense to him.

“May I ask what it is, my lady?” He brushed his hand along your cheek enjoying the way you seemed to squirm under his touch.

You closed your eyes knowing you wouldn’t be able to take it back but what did you have to lose? He was leaving with most of your new friends anyway. Might as well lay it out on the line, “Helping the fellowship, trying to guide Gandalf, you. Many such purposes.”

He cracked that smile that you’d grown to find a great comfort in, “I was hoping you may say that.” He didn’t dare drop his hand as he let his large hand cup your face. Your eyes fluttered closed as his pointer finger rubbed back and forth underneath your ear. It was like a form of kryptonite you did not know you had, “You know I must guide Frodo on this quest. But I can promise you that I will come back as soon as I can to you. For you are my purpose too, Lady Y/N.” He grinned loving the way that you seemed to melt right into his touch. As heartbroken as he felt from the loss of Arwen it did feel like you were sent here to mend his wounds right on up. He was not kidding. He found a purpose in you. His purpose.

Your eyes opened up looking into his once more, fully letting yourself fall into his touch, “My purpose.” You nuzzled your head into his calloused hand that had seen more battles than you could ever even imagine. For as difficult as your transition was into an entirely different world he had made it that much easier. You’d found it. He was it. Your purpose.

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mykneeshurt · 8 months

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Divinity

Archbishop John Price x F!Reader

Warnings - explicit smut, religious themes, so much blasphemy, breath play, minors DNI, 18+

Archbishop John Price.

You’d had run ins with him before. All perfectly innocent of course. He was in town and he wanted to see you.

It was late, much later than normal for any type of meeting, especially in a Cathedral. Your city had an impressive gothic cathedral located in the centre of the cobbled streets and winding alleyways. The building its self was surrounded by beautiful grounds, a crumbling graveyard and various statues and tributes to those deemed holy enough.

Spires reached for the sky, gargoyles adorned the balconies meant to ward off evil spirits. But they couldn’t keep you out. A large circular stained glass window glistened in the moonlight as stone arches surrounded it.

You felt somewhat nervous. You weren’t too sure why.

Pushing the great wooden door it creaked open, it was a deep walnut colour with black iron details. On entering the Cathedral you took in is glory, high stone ceilings, various candles littering the walls and floors in their cast iron holders. Stained glass windows of Saints lined the walls, worn wooden pews lined up filled the hall. A red carpet led straight to the altar, this was only used when his Holiness was in town. And the red carpet led straight to him.

Straight to the Archbishop John Price.

He was sat in the Cathedra, like a king on his throne. Legs spread as his hips splayed towards the ceiling, his hand resting on the arm of the chair as he surveyed the kingdom before him. His eyes fixed onto your form immediately, watching as you slowly made your way towards him. Your dress swayed in time with your hips, capturing his eyes with the hypnotising motions.

Hands clasped behind your back you smirked as you approached the altar. He was dressed in all black, a singular gold ring on his left ring finger. Symbolising his commitment to God. You could see his chest moving slowly as he breathed, chest clearly tight with anticipation. Much like your own.

The moon illuminated his form in the dark surroundings of the Cathedral, his eyes overshadowed by his brow but with the slight blue hue still shining through. As you stood in front of him he raked his eyes up and down your form, over your curves, your breasts, legs and finally locking onto your eyes.

Biting your lip you slowly sank to your knees in front of him, hands now clasped in front of you signalling a silent prayer. Leaning forward he cupped your jaw, legs still spread as he pulled your bottom lip with his thumb. ‘I hear you’ve been quite busy little one’ he whispered as you rubbed your cheek into his palm. ‘I needed to get your attention’ you purred softly.

‘And you thought you’d do that by committing the sin of lust? By seducing my disciples of God like the succubus you are?’

You loved it when he talked to you like this, describing how you corrupted his priests, how you made them succumb to your spell, making them give in to their most carnal desires. You stared up at him through your lashes, trying to give him your best doe eyes. ‘I’ve seduced you before John. You know I get what I want.’ He chuckled under his breath, this time you raised your hand to his face. Pulling him closer. Your lips hovered over his, breath tickling the sensitive skin.

‘So give me what I want.’

Slowly he sat back, flashing a look to his lap, beckoning you to take a seat. Standing up you straddled his lap, your knees barely fitting between his muscular thighs and the wooden cathedra. Holding your hips he pulled you further into his lap, his firm cock grazed your aching core as you let out a soft whine. ‘Take it little one. Show me what you want’ he whispered into your neck, placing tender kisses between each word.

Nipping at his lip you dropped your hand to his cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his trousers. A hushed grunt exuded from his throat at the contact, subtly pushing his hips up. Desperately trying to get more friction. Giggling to yourself you kissed his neck, your breath gliding along his soft skin. ‘Tell me you want me John’ you whispered into his neck, desperation seeping through your voice.

He wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you away from his neck. Forcing you to look at him, his clear blue eyes pooled in the rays that shone through the stained glass windows. His beard peppered with dark and white hairs, his bottom lip plump from where you had nipped it. ‘As God as my witness, I want you.’

Rolling your hips you smiled, eyes lighting up like the fiery pits of hell. ‘Then fuck me like you mean it.’

In one fluid movement he had you bent over the cathedra, dress gathered at your waist. Dropping his hand he caressed the back of your calf and onto your thigh. Fingertips gently grazing your soft skin, kissing the back of your other thigh he groaned, the vibrations tickling your now wet cunt.

Letting out a breathy moan into the wooden chair his name danced on your lips. ‘Don’t tease me John. Fuck. Me.’ Your words were harsh and commanding, but you always were when you weren’t getting what you wanted. Nipping the crease of your ass he chuckled against your skin, his beard tickling the sensitive skin. ‘Don’t rush me little one. I’m taking my time with you. I want to worship you.’

A slow whine made its way from your chest, ricochetting off the sandstone walls at his words. Tentatively he moved your panties to the side as he traced your lips with his fingers, whimpering at the sight of your glistening cunt. Kissing his ring he plunged two fingers into you, the cold metal grazed your folds as be began moving. Pumping his fingers as you came undone beneath him. ‘Fuck. I’ve missed that sound’ he whispered, ‘miss the way you hum my name. This cunt. Like God made it just for me.’

You were losing yourself at his words, ready to honour this man before his God.

‘John please’ you begged, voice hoarse with need and pure lust. Pulling his fingers out he gripped you by the waist forcing you to be flush with his cock. It took all of your energy to stand, but you managed to rest your head on his shoulder as he brought his fingers to your mouth. A silent demand to taste yourself. Opening your mouth he slowly ran his fingers along your tongue, your warm, slippery tongue. Moaning at your taste he kissed your neck as he rolled his fingers in your mouth.

Wanting to feel him inside you, you spun around in his grasp pulling him with you as you stepped back to the chair. Sitting you spread your legs gesturing for him to kneel before you. Keeping his eyes on yours he dropped to his knees, a glint present in his eyes. As he went to bury his head in your folds you placed the ball of your foot on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. Leaning forward you grasped the rosary that was hidden beneath his shirt.

Using the rosary like a collar you pulled him towards you. He crawled over you, placing his lips on yours. Coaxing you into a kiss his tongue invaded your mouth, still tasting of you. As the kiss deepened you wrapped your legs around his waist. Rolling your hips you whined into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Without any warning you grasped his hair and pulled him away from you. He hissed as you held him forcefully in your grasp. ‘Don’t make me ask again’ you ordered. Holding his head there he smirked down at you, dropping his eyes to your lips and back to your eyes.

Playfully rolling his eyes he bit his lip as he pulled at his belt. Still hovering above you he worked his cock in his hands before slowly pushing into you. The stretch would have made the devil himself blush. He was thicker than average and it stung in the most beautiful way. Your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, mouth agape with sweat beginning to gather on your neck.

‘God John’ you whined whilst gripping his shirt. ‘God ain’t here love, but let’s give the angels something to talk about.’

With that he began thrusting into you, your head pushed against the back of the cathedra while you gripped onto him to stay steady. He buried his head into your neck as he whispered words of affirmation with each thrust. ‘You feel so good around my cock’ he breathed, voice laced with desire and ecstasy. You were so cock drunk you were unable to find words, only various moans and whispers.

Dropping your hand to your clit you applied pressure, pushing yourself further to your climax. Eyes closed you let your mind wander, Archbishop Price fucking your pussy, Father Garrick taking your ass, all while Father Riley had his cock in your mouth while Father McTavish watched.

He gripped your hips as he upped his pace, his pubic bone adding even more pressure to your clit. ‘Don’t stop, please’ you whined, your climax edging ever closer. ‘That’s it little one ’ he cooed, cupping your jaw once more. ‘Tell me when you’re close’ you whispered, a wicked grin spreading across your lips. ‘Already am.’

With that you pulled at the rosary that was dangling between you, gripping it close to his neck, cutting off his blood supply. Humming to yourself you watched as his pupils blew wide. ‘Mmm good boy, now cum for me. I’m not letting go till you fill me’ you whispered. A choked breath escaped him as he became sloppy, desperate.

Removing your hand from your clit you ran your fingers against his lips, allowing him the honour of tasting you. He hummed in appreciation trying to savour your taste as he fought for air. With three more thrusts he came and came hard. Filling you entirely. Just as he did you released the pressure from his throat allowing a rush of air to fire through him. Dropping his head to yours he rested on your forehead, breathing heavy and fast.

‘Stick your tongue out’ he ordered. Doing as you were told you stuck it out and peered up at him with innocence in your eyes. Fake of course. In a smooth motion he pulled out making you feel empty and gathered his cum on his fingertip. Slowly he dragged it across your tongue ‘this is my body, I give it to you.’ Greedily you licked your lips and swallowed.

Just as he went to sink himself in again you stopped him, he looked confused, ‘if I cum now, I won’t get to do this again. Maybe you come to mine later and teach me more about God.’

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Sorry this has taken so long. Life has gotten in the way. I don’t even know if I like it lmao

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everygayhere · 13 days

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may the fun commence

Here is the second part so i decided to finish and just post it today hopefully you guy enjoy it its a little bit longer then the last one. Also sorry for the long wait. gif not mine.

summary: Y/N a college student who is traveling to Malibu beach and have a fun vacation and maybe get to know her crush Marlow a bit more, while also avoiding Tara the most annoying person. Little does she know that maybe more interesting paths await her at this beach house. Tara carpenter a free spirted women who likes to have her fun drinking and hanging out with friends and avoiding the one person she knows won't be here Y/N.

warnings: drugs, swearing.

could this mean something new maybe?

part 1, part 2

As Y/n enters the house she can feel the vibrations of the music through the floorboards. A force pulls her towards what she assumes is the kitchen. “Okay so what would you like to drink?” Alva turns to Y/N holding a cup in her hand. “Uh nothing?” y/n questions well looking at Alva who is looking at her with a ‘really look’. “Okay well i'm just gonna mix something up for you then”.

“Don’t Alva I really don't want to drink tonight especially if I want to smoke something good tonight” Y/N respondes looking dead serious. “Okay then well there's some weed up in my bedroom last door on the right up stairs” “thank you Alva” Y/n responds smirking, well walking away, as she’s walking through the crowded room she bumps into someone almost knocking them down but before they could fall she grabs them by the waist and pulls them up. “I’m so sorry are you-” oh hell nah why god why me, it could have been anyone but her please for the loving hell. “Oh Tara, you seem fine, well i’m gonna go now” as Y/n goes to leave Tara carpenter makes a snarky comment “yeah no i'm perfectly fine thanks for ruining my mood, i mean who the hell invited you.”

Instead of commenting back Y/n just shakes her head and walks away heading up to Alva’s room looking for weed. As Y/n makes it to Alva’s room she starts looking around in her bag and her room until she finds her tin. “Yess fucking finally” Y/n shouts well shacking her fist in the air well she opens the tin she checks her pocket for her lucky lighter, when she finally feels the shape of it in her pocket she pulls it out well also pulling out a pre rolled blunt. Before she lights the blunt she looks around the room and sees the doors to the balcony. Turning around and heading towards the doors she gets out onto the balcony, when outside she notices the beautiful view of it facing the front of the house and that the balcony also wraps around to the left and right of the house. She heads to the left of the balcony since it's more secluded and she’s able to see the beach and what people are doing at the back without being seen.

As she sits down and gets comfy on the chair that's there she pulls the blunt up to her lips and pulls her lighter to the end of it and lights the blunt. Taking a nice long puff and staring out at the ocean. After a few moments she starts to relax, pulling out her headphones to listen to music before she takes another puff. Well she has her headphones placed on her head and over her ears, she hears the sweet melody of Alienated, by Zyan. Closing her eyes and taking another puff. Y/n starts bobbing her head to the song and singing along.

“Try to think away the pain,

made that age - old mistake,

tried to disconnect my body,

from my soul, from my soul”

Little does she know someone is walking out the balcony through their doors, well walking to find the perfect spot she neglected to notice that it’s a joint balcony where other rooms up stairs are also connected to it. So well she's singing to herself she doesn’t notice the person standing near them and looking at her with a shocked facial expression.

See i feel alright already on my own,

Can you let me be

Intoxicated on my own

Do I need to answer?

Or right my wrongs?

Am i home if i don’t know this place

And i’ve been feeling alienated

On my spaceship alone

The person gets over the shock of Y/n being there as well as having such a beautiful voice. She walks up to her and nudges her shoulder. Y/n takes her headphones off her head not really caring, believing that it’s just her friend Alva as well as the fact that she is too high to care right now. As she turns around to speak to who she believes is Alva “Alva you know- TARA what the hell are- how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear your ear piercing singing and to see you having a little depressive moment. Who do you think you are, the main character?” Tara asks well, standing and crossing her arms in front of her chest looking down at her with an arch eyebrow.

“Just cause the song is a little sad doesn’t mean i'm depressed, ever thought about the fact that maybe i just like songs like this to listen too” “I mean not everyone likes to listen to happy songs all the time, when they're happy there's tons of different genres you know?” Y/n respondes with a scoff and turns back to face the oceana and places her headphones back on.

Tara being more annoyed with Y/n ignoring her she nudges her again, Y/n takes her headphones off and turns back to her with an arch eyebrow. “I wasn’t done talking to you, I was also going to say that this is my spot, it's right outside my bedroom and I would like to have my seat back thank you. So if you could kindly get the fuck off my seat i would really appreciate it.” Tara gives a show of putting on an over exaggerated smile.

Y/n just turns back and places her headphones back on her head and leans back in the chair. Tara scoffs and looks around to see another chair and drags it to when she wants to sit down. She turns back to see what Y/n is looking at, all she sees is the ocean waves crashing and scoffs. Then she turns to look at Y/n to see what she's doing and notices the blunt in her hand. Tara thinks that since she's on her side of the balcony as well as the fact the party is getting too much and wanting to just have a relaxing time she pokes Y/n.

“Yes Tara what would you like now, you know i'm not going to move at any point right.”

“Well if you don’t move or leave you better give me some of that”

“What? The blunt? I don’t- I really don’t share with short people or people i don’t like”

“Ha ha real funny, but i’m not joking.”

“What are you going to do if i don’t do any of that”

“Scream”

“.....Scream?”

“Yes”

“You wouldn’t do that, plus what could you possibly scream”

“Fine. HELP OH MY GOD HELP THERE’S A-!”

Y/n covers her mouth. “OKAY! Jesus, fine you can have some. You psychopath, what the hell is wrong with you.”

“Mmmh mmmh hmm”

“What?”

Tara looks at her like she's an idiot, looking at her hand that is still covering her mouth.

“Oh.. right sorry”

“I said i’m not a psychopath i can just charm my way of getting things”

Y/n looks at her annoyed “i’m not a psychopath i can just charm my way of getting things” she mimics Tara like a child and scoffs shoving the blunt towards Tara. “Just take it and shut up, puff, puff pass okay?”

“Yeah, yeah i’m not an idiot”

“Okay could have fooled me”

“Oh shut up”

Y/n turns back facing the ocean with only one ear listening to her music well the other is listening to tara so she knows when she's done with the blunt. As she's facing the ocean and listening to her music she can also hear Tara take an inhale. After a while she puts her hand out to get the blunt so she can have another hit.

Tara places it in her hand as Y/n takes it, Tara watches her as she pulls it to her lips and takes and inhales, holding it for a few seconds and then slowly blowing out then leaning back and handing the blunt back to her. Tara takes it from Y/n's hand and brings it to her lips taking another puff. It goes on like this for a while Tara staring at Y/n’s side profile and checking her out looking at her well she leans back in the chair. The blunts ends up running out with Tara taking the last hit well Y/n marranites in the high she’s having. When Tara takes the last puff she looks up in the sky staring at the stars.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that some people believe that there are no aliens. I mean we’re living organisms on a floating rock in the middle of space, not only that but there are other planets and different galaxies out there and yet some believe there are no aliens.”

“How high are you Tara?”

“High, but I’m being serious about it. There’s no way we’re the only living things throughout the entire galaxy.”

“Huh.. I mean you’re right on that point. How about I do you one better.”

“Oh yeah like what”

“We as a society have only ever discovered 5 percent of the ocean and the ocean is huge right?”

“Yeah”

“Well what makes you think us and animals are the only living thing on this planet like the ocean is huge and you don’t think any aliens are in the ocean? And if there are no aliens in the ocean which we couldn’t know is exactly 100 percent correct. What makes us think that other sea animals don’t live in the other 95 percent of the ocean or even further down in the ocean. I mean we don’t have the supplies to enter the deep ocean either, we as humans would be crushed by the amount of pressure down there. As well as our machines. I mean it’s even scarier if you think about the fact that we also have a second ocean underneath our ocean in the earth's crust which is 3 times the size we have above the surface. At this point I really do believe that Meg was right about the fact that the megalodon is in the lower parts of the ocean just unable to break through the minerals that's above them to make it to the surface of where we humans are. Plus the added fact that aliens could be living in the ocean as well. We’ve also discovered more of Space than the ocean.”

“How high are you?”

“High”

“Yeah I can tell. This is probably one of the strangest topics i heard and talked about”

“Well you started it”

“Is that why you keep looking at the ocean”

“A part of it. I also just like watching the waves crash into each other. It's both chaotic and somewhat peaceful like they seem to move all in one smooth motion depending on reflection, refraction, and diffraction. Not only that but they move in sets of seven and each time they start off bigger and grow smaller until they ultimately diminish and break when meeting with the sand. Like if you look out right now you can see them coming in sets of seven and the fifth to the seventh tend to be the bigger ones and that's why I wait till I catch one of those, and other surfers.”

“Do you always look at things from a scientific perspective?”

“No, that would be boring. Plus I'm only interested in some science. I’m more into movies like how they're made, who made them, who’s in them, shot types, settings, dialogue, lighting etcetera. That's why I'm taking the media communications course majoring in film. To me that’s more fun to actually go to class and learn about compared to science which I can just look up and read in my own time.”

“You’re weird. I don't think I have ever met someone who’s actually reading science in their own time for fun. I mean I read fictional novels for fun but only sometimes most of the time I'm partying or watching something.”

“I don’t just read science that would be boring as hell, I also read fictional books, poems, I surf, I watch movies, tv shows go on tiktok instagram and sometimes party.”

“Okay”

“Plus it’s mostly just the ocean”

“Why the ocean though?”

“Cause why should i worry about space if i’m never going to be there in real life, the oceans different I’m at the ocean most of the time and it closer to me then space is and other galaxies, I’m not saying i never read about space im just saying i don’t look into as much cause i’m not in a rocket ship.”

Tara looks at Y/n thinking about what she said, realizing that in fact she is making sense. “Okay what else do you think about?”

“Why, so you pick at it more?”

“No because it’s kinda interesting when you explain what you think about”

“Well there’s the theory of the multiverse that Marvel talks about with Loki and the Doctor Strange movie with Scarlet Witch. The theory is that when we dream it’s another reality we live in, so for example I could go to bed tonight and dream about me being a famous rockstar and that could be real in a different reality. That I’m just fading into one where another variant of me is awake and living their performance life. Then I could have a completely different dream the next moment which is another variant of me in a completely different reality. Then again there are these theories of if you dream about someone it means that their your soulmate or your in their dream and you’ll be together soon or some shit like that, which could take the whole, when you dream it’s a gateway to another life in a different multiverse to a new level you have to think about. Like is it a message being sent to you that in that multiverse you’re dating that person and they really are just your soul mate or are you just dreaming about them because you can’t stop thinking about them. Which would destroy the whole dream gives insight to your other life in another multiverse thing. I mean that could just mean your brain is taking your deepest thoughts or most recurring thoughts and using them for a dream. There is another point that there are thousands of different multiverses out there that all steam off our reality or so we think like how can we be so sure that our reality is the real one. Like what if we believe that this reality of ours is the real main one and yet we’re not like what if we’re just an add on to the real reality `growing and making our own timeline because we made a different decision compared to the actual reality. That’s also another theory to the multiverse: we make a new multiverse everyday when we make a new, different choice because we differed from what the original timeline was supposed to make. For example what if you weren’t supposed to stay out here and talk to me but go inside but you didn’t so now we’re in another multiverse we created from our choice. Kinda like those choose your own path books with different outcomes.”

“Wow okay never thought of that and now i really am tripping i mean what the hell Y/n goes on through your brain?”

Y/n turns to Tara “so you were going to nit pick at my thoughts huh?”

Tara turns to look at her “well i wasn’t expecting that big speech”

Y/n stares at Tara “sorry” she then turns back to the ocean one last time before looking at her phone for the time “shit it’s 4 in the morning and i need to ask Alva when i’m staying tonight, i’ll uh… see you around. Bye Tara.”

Tara looks at her getting up “yeah it is pretty late, see you around Y/n i guess and uh bye”

Y/n leaves to go and find Alva to figure out where she’s sleeping. “Alva hey you awake?”

“Huh… Y/n omg there you are i thought you left yeah I’m up”

“Cool, so where am I staying?”

“Oh right, so since you like your own space and don’t really like staying near other people which i still find really weird. I made sure to leave the pool house to you and don’t worry I cleared it all out so it’s all yours since there's enough rooms in the house.”

“So i get to keep my normal room then in the pool house? And not share?”

“Yes that is what i just said no? What type of best friend would I be if I didn't leave my bestfriends normal spot locked up for her. I mean you are basically family and you did clam that spot for yourself very early on. You have your keys to it right? I don’t think anything in there has moved since the last time we came up to my parents' beach house.”

“Yeah, I still have my keys. Thanks Alava, I'll see you tomorrow whenever I decide to leave the pool house. Goodnight and I love you.”

“yeah , yeah goodnight dork and i love you too.”

Y/n makes her way to her car to grab her stuff and then heads to the pool house through the back. No knowing that Tara is still on the balcony and watching her enter the pool house that was locked when they arrived. weird she thought isn’t there like other rooms in this big house as Alvas owns for Y/n she continues to watch Y/n as she enters the door and sees the lights turn on at that moment she decides to head to bed for the night. Still thinking about why Y/n is in the pool house by herself.

Y/n enters the pool house and is instantly hit with the nostalgia of the place where she spent her time by herself at night when hanging with Alva and her family. The walls lined with all the posters of her fazes in her life and the photos of her and Alva through their friendship. She chucks all her bags to the floor, locks the door and heads for a shower, after that she heads to bed.

#tara carpenter x reader #mabel x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #cario sweet x y/n #gp reader #wlw post #enimies to friends to lovers #wednesday addams x fem reader

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houseofbreadpakoda · 10 months

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Keemat

For Qala - 2022

I've finally won the golden vinyl. Maa has always wanted it. Pata Hain, there were a sea of people waiting in front of my balcony today, just to see me and my award. The bustle of the crowd, the camera flashes, the click sounds, as if I were I celebrity. They call me one now, you know. Maa would've loved to see this. Naseeban Apa says, that very few are fortunate enough to have the same fate as mine. I have an interview in an hour, with all the famous reporting channels. Perhaps, maa might listen to it on the radio. Maybe she'll be joyed. Maybe she'll call me back home. Or atleast give me a call.

They've found out. They know that he was supposed to be launched. He was supposed to sing for the film i debuted with. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve any of this. This was all meant to be his, and here i stand just pretending to be the best. How can I, when I hear his voice everytime I stand in front of the mic? How can I, when i remember his words, his love for singing? How can I, when i see his reflection even in the mirror? How can I ever pretend to be the best, when he literally existed before me? How?

The Golden Vinyl doesn't matter anymore, it never did. All I ever wanted was to make her happy, to make her proud. Hell, even music never mattered to me. I only ever sang to please my mother. So she could have a singer in her bloodline, whom she could boast about to people, sparing me just a caress on the head.

But Jagan? Singing was like breathing to him. And I- how could I possibly? Why did I? I can feel Jagan around me, taunting me, snorting at me. Because my mother will never love her own daughter the way she loved him. He knows it. I know it. But they don't, yet. I can't let them know.

I haven't slept properly in a week, but they won't give me the pills. I managed to doze for two hours the previous night, or maybe I passed out.

I can hear Sudha rant from the other room. The tea will turn cold she says...... I have a meeting with Ustadji for the lyrics recitation......

She walks into the hall and halts slowly, and with one look she knows. I'm not in the state to utter a word to myself, let alone meet someone.

"Main unhe kal aane ke liye bol deti hoon" I hear her say as she hands me the newspaper. "Aapki tasveer chapi hain akbaar mein", she says trying to deviate my mind to a task. And it works. Mamma will be overjoyed to see my picture on the front page.

I looked so perfectly put together yesterday. Just how I'd imagined as a child. My hair neatly pinned, my sari crisp. My eyes wander over the article.

"lagta hain jaise thak ke ghar pahunchi hoon, aur maa ne darwaza khola hain."

"Feels as though I've returned home exhausted, and my mother has opened the door for me."

Sounded all poetic and nice. One would think of the warmth of their mother's gaze, her sweet nectar like words. But in reality? Seeing her open the door would've made my breath hitch. Her words were the doors to my insecurity, her gaze burning through my heart. Had I done well? Had I messed up anything? Is she happy with my work? Is it enough validation?

These questions were left unanwered, as she'd walks away in a moment, leaving the door open for me to close it.

Everything I've worked towards is for her, and if it doesn't matter to her then......what is the point of anything? Because I try hard maa, I try really hard. Just so I can feel your hand on my shoulders and hear you say "shabash beta", but you don't even spare me a glance. However hard i work, how much ever i improve, it's never enough. The standards are somehow always higher than what I've achieved. How maa, just how? Rather why? Why can't you just tell me for once, that I'm enough, that what I've achieved is enough, that you're happy with how far I've come?

Will I never be worthy of you're love?

@thegleamingmoon @whippersnappersbookworm @thereader-radhika @celestesinsight @yehsahihai @harinishivaa @thelekhikawrites @chiyaanvikram @nspwriteups @morally-gayy

#qala #desiblr

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shellsinadune · 10 months

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ok so i'm back, i've slept on it, here are some things i loved about the darlinghurst great comet (in no particular order - spoilers if you want to be surprised by the creative decisions):

the drinks were great, i don't drink so i had the war and peach at the intermission and it had glitter in it!! btw just in general love when theatres change the name of a drink for the show ('anatole spritz' (aperol spritz) tickled me)

everyone was so kind, i got complimented on my outfit and the person (usher? idk the word) was really helpful

the building was accessible in a way i wasn't used to. the accessible bathroom had those buttons to open and lock the door, idk whether the changing place was adequate for adults but it was there. there was a lift between the upper and lower ground floor so i could actually go down those half floor stairs that i usually just have to sit at the top of

the use of the (massive) disco ball was beautiful, i started crying during no one else and the little specks of light spinning like snow were a contributing factor in that

the costumes!!!! they definitely did their own thing with them. natasha's opening dress with the sleeves and anatole's crop top were highlights but the whole thing was cool. most of the fem clothes had a sort of babydoll vibe to them?? idk how to describe it.

sonya alone was beautiful, many of the solos (notably also pierre and dust and ashes) were performed as if the character was writing/singing a song rather than the actor performing the characters' thoughts, if that makes sense?? but just the spotlight on her, her playing the piano and singing..... it wasn't what i was expecting, but it allowed a nice little rest between bigger numbers and let me focus on the singing

the whole cast was so talented though, i think every actor played an instrument at some point which is super impressive. some of them had cellos strapped to them half the time and were still dancing.

the theatre was so small that i'm pretty sure the cast could fully see me sobbing in the back row at the end. that is how great comet should be.

the jumping skills were impressive. not just during the abduction but also when people were getting off the stage.

i like how opb's movements were mostly controlled by other actors dragging his clothes around. my dad and i had a conversation about whether it's symbolic of his privilege (having a bunch of yes man servants) or of his declining mental state (being controlled by his dementia (?) instead of what he used to be)

danatole rights in the duel and preparations (they are so dysfunctional <3). anatole grabbing at dolokhov's chest and kissing his neck when 'a fact known only to his intimates' *chefs kiss*

marya's actor wasn't performing and the swing was playing helene so the production manager (?) was playing marya. given that she didn't know the role perfectly (she had the script in hand) she did really well!!!!

the 2 little balconies were great, they added a lot of dimension to the stage. (for those wondering, to my memory the songs performed in the balconies were: pierre, natasha and sonya in the opera, natasha & anatole, dust and ashes, pierre in letters, preparations, anatole in find anatole, and pierre & anatole)

GENDERQUEER ANATOLE!!!!! the way they would switch octaves mid line <3333

actually multiple of these actors are trans/gnc!!!!!!!

there was no/very little ensemble so you could hear every individual voice during the harmonies

the program is gorgeous, there are little glossy constellations all over it which makes a nice texture

the choreography in charming was so neat. love those little shoulder wiggles.

no strobing in the duel (but yes strobing in the opera when anatole comes in)

they did something with the lighting during the ball kiss that sort of made it look like a veil of light and a little strip of darkness spinning around them. if i'm going to analyse it conveys natasha's confusion while giving her privacy. or something i can't figure out the words to explain it.

not really intentional but right before the bit of the opera with the show, they stopped the performance for a bit. idk why. but it was charming and helpful for me because i had to ground a bit.

i cried 7 times. my head hurt by the end of it.

the use of silence was so good. like pauses between songs, in the middle of them, idk just. you know that post about how live theatre conveys loneliness better than anything else? yeah.

i know i already said this but i kept putting these as separate points so i'll just say all the actors' performances are SO GOOD. natasha and sonya were like..... scarily well cast btw

the 'no, i am enjoying myself at home this evening' line was performed so well

i didn't get an on stage seat but they were sitting at a long table type thing that was actually part of the stage and the cast were literally dancing directly in front of them

i like the fact they didn't try to find gender conforming audience members to bring up (in this performance, mary's suitor was fem presenting and opb's 'cheap french thing' was masc presenting). they didn't change pronouns to try and match the gender presentation of whoever they called up. same with the actors during the abduction (matryoshka etc).

finally managed to id the woodwind instrument in the 'he'll come home one day and take me away, i want nothing more' bit ('twas a clarinet). that was bugging me for years.

the comet was depicted by natasha's actor holding a big lit up ball and slowly walking through the mid-audience bit of the stage. when the song ends she gives it to pierre and he holds it until it's the only light in the room. something something hope.

they didn't directly copy the recording, there were variations in the tune that caught me off guard (in a good way) and they pronounced things the way that was most natural for an australian performance instead of trying to americanise.

overall, the only thing i would want for is to have a recording for sale, because my memory is so shit that i remember something that happened yesterday about as well as i can remember being 4 years old (not an exaggeration). i'm sort of sad that i can't see it again and again, which is just part of ~the magic of theatre~ but also a sign that it's really that good.

(anyway i highly recommend it if you're in sydney before the 20th of august)

#(btw im not anywhere near there now dw)#great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #alcohol ment #good post op

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twstfanblog · 6 months

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*~*Midnight Chronicles*~*

A/N: I'm gonna start cross-posting and this is where my main story rewrite will be posted to at a later date. Until then enjoy my monster AU! Here's the link Midnight Chronicles on AO3

VIL 1

Pale hands clasped over a flat stomach, bright amethyst eyes staring at the flawless flesh with an unblinking gaze. To a normal person, there'd be nothing wrong with the young man standing in the ornate room. Silvery, wavy blonde hair curling just barely against his bare shoulders, nude and open to the chill of the open balcony doors.

But he wasn't normal. He was 'Vil Schoenheit', a name picked by his 'father', and he was a monster.

He looks up from his stomach, eyes meeting his own in the mirror. The faint thump of a new, tiny heart beating under his fingers. Blood splashed against the mirror's surface and his own body, the cooling gore painting his body in artful brush strokes. It was a messy meal, something he wasn't accustomed to doing. He was neat, precise, eating his meals in a proper manner that left no trace in the light of day. This meal, he could barely wait for the moment they were alone. The door closed and Vil was on the poor human. Claws sinking into flesh and pulling, tearing the meat from bone and spraying cruor in wild arches along the walls and against the polished floors. He ate the body, bones and all with nothing left to even use as an accessory or gift for his loved ones. But now he knows the reason for his beastly hunger. His little one was hungry too…he had a little one on the way…a child…with Him .

The green-eyed hunter that he let live. That Vil went back to willing. That he let… inside him .

Vil scoffs, walking away from the mirror but keeping a protective hand over his stomach as he opens the large bathroom door. A bath was needed, new clothes, and maybe a gift of bones from the woods for the hunter. His hunter, Rook.

Rook was a threat, Vil knew it from the moment their eyes met in the crowd of the festival all those months ago. He will admit he let his guard down briefly. The golden blonde was so… predatory , Vil simply thought he was also a monster, some manner of beast that could look past lies and masks. But he learned quickly. The hunter stalked, tracked him across towns and through his numerous disguises. He literally hunted him down like an animal through the wilds. And he did it all with a serene joy in his eyes.

He caught him one night. Vil had never tasted fear, not as strongly as he did seeing the glee in that man's eyes as he approached his trapped form. Only for his happiness to fade upon hearing his comrades coming closer. He worked quickly, cutting his bonds, and before Vil could so much as bite his nimble gloved fingers, he was gone.

Their next meeting sealed Vil's fate. He hunted the hunter in turn. Tracked him through the woods and cut him down with a furious swipe of his bladed claws. As he stood over the bleeding hunter he smiled, asking if he had a final wish. He had been such a stimulating hunt, Vil would feel like a reprobate to not grant him one wish on his dying breath.

Rook smiled, a hand grasping onto his gushing shoulder. He asked to see him. The true him. Not the ethereal flesh he cloaks himself in to lore his prey into his jaws. Vil granted him his wish. Bones snapped, flesh churned under and through the skin to take true shape. The horror was no longer hidden under a delicate mask. Vil felt a moment of anticipation, to see terror form over the hunter's face at seeing his true form.

Instead, green eyes widened in surprise. Almost shining, glittering in awe like falling stars. A blissful smile taking over his face, the trail of blood still somehow perfectly in place as he cried out in joy, "As I expected. You're beautiful …"

…

It's embarrassing, but he fled. He saw that stupid, handsome fool reach a hand out to his uncovered visage as though he were a bird coated in golden feathers and he ran.

Vil found him later. He disguised himself as a drunken tavern woman who whispered in the hunter's ear to take him upstairs, ravish him like he was his only love. If it weren't for the familiar smile Rook gives, Vil would have killed him for daring to sleep with someone else after calling him beautiful.

But Rook knew, he had always known. And he still saw him as beautiful, a being who was something to be gazed at in awe and kissed gently on his blood-stained hands. So Vil was kind in return and gave his hunter the prize of tasting his pleasurable flesh. Over and over and over and over .

Vil blows bubbles angrily in the water of the bath. Soap foaming under the faucet quickly turning pink from the blood. He rubbed his stomach, hoping to calm the excited beating of the new heart. He was paying for his actions sadly, paying for them by being with child from the very person who was supposed to be his killer. Or his dinner.

…

He wonders if this was all a trap somehow. To get him comfortable with his presence and actions, only to betray him in his moment of weakness. But, then he remembers how Rook looked at him. So soft, so cloyingly tender. His eyes showed his want, his need, to embrace him from their first meeting. The expressions made beautiful masks for his collection. And so far every time he used one, his prey fell into his arms easily.

Vil wonders if that is how Rook got him into his bed.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #vilrook #twst vil #vil schoenheit #twst rook #rook hunt

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mediocre-writerr · 2 years

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a scarlet letter [wanda maximoff]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: your kingdom is on the brink of war with your rival kingdom, but somewhere you get lost in translation and fall in love with the other princess; requested by anon

warnings (18+): smut, explicit language, violence

part 1 part 2

*not my gif*

“Your Highness!” There was a soft knock on your door as Natasha’s voice boomed through it, “Your Majesty wanted me to tell you that breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes with the Rogers.”

Your head snapped up from off your pillow and your eyes lingered onto your balcony window. Memories of Wanda echoed and flashed into your head, like your favorite book replaying over and over inside your head.

“Thank you Natasha. I will be right down.” You yelled back.

As you made your way downstairs to the dining room, you spotted your brother and the rest of his friends outside by the stables. You stepped outside into the warm air of summer. The sun shining down perfectly as the breeze rippled through your hair.

“Peter, that horse doesn’t look too clean! You might wanna wash it a little better!” Vision teased him as he rubbed some mud all over the perfectly clean horse.

“Vis!” The younger boy groaned, throwing his head back.

Vision, Rhodey, and T’Challa all let out vicious roars of laughter, while Peter grumbled and began scrubbing the horse once more, “Good morning,” You said, trying to get their attention, “I’m right here!”

“Ah Y/N!” Vision greeted you, “Have you forgiven me, yet?”

You rolled your eyes, “If you don’t fight, then maybe I will.”

“You told her?” Rhodey asked.

As soon as Wanda was far from sight, you quickly changed into your pajamas before opening the door to your brother. He had a soft smile on his face, before entering the room.

“I apologize for behaving last night like a drunk at the pub.” He told you, as the two of you sat at the foot of your bed.

“It was embarrassing,” You told him, “I’m not a little girl anymore, Vision. I can dance with anyone I like.”

“Of course you can. Just as long as your partner is not associated with the Rogers family or kingdom. And as long as your partner is a he, not a she.” He explained and you rolled your eyes.

“But why? The Rogers’ are not terrible people. Wanda is a nice girl.” You argued back.

Vision scoffed, “Do you not hear the problem with your sentence? Girl, Y/N! You can not associate yourself with a girl. Nevertheless King Steve’s daughter? You are a princess! You are not like Natasha! You are not a handmaiden who can do whatever she pleases because she is nothing! You are everything to this kingdom!”

“No!” You yelled at him, “You are everything to this kingdom! You will the be the one to inherit father’s throne! Morgan and I will be shipped off to another kingdom where we will play housewife just like mother! I want to make a life of my own! I want to study, marry whoever I like, make something out of myself! I want to think for myself!”

“I am sorry you feel that way, but you reputation to this family is everything,” He lowered his voice, “I do not want you to get hurt. You know how the people can be, one wrong move and you are the enemy.”

“It is everything to you, Vis. You are the one who needs a picture perfect reputation for when you inherit the kingdom. So, you’re not thinking about me, you’re thinking about you. You’re not the older brother I used to look up to, I don’t even know who you are anymore.” You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the hot tears that were threatening to spill, “Just go, I will see you in the morning.”

Vision got up, straightening out his jacket, “One last thing before I go that I thought you should know. Sunday night, me, Rhodey, T’Challa, and Peter are going to fight some of Rogers men. We are going to end things once and for all.”

Before you could even respond or protest he was gone.

“Yeah, we talked about it last night,” Vision shrugged, “Speaking of which, boys and Y/N, we should join my father for my breakfast.”

“Oh just give me two seconds!” Peter said, trying to scrub the rest of the mud off the horse.

Vis took a breath in between his teeth, “About that, Peter, you know this is a super important breakfast. We really can not afford to have a stable boy in there.”

“I’m a knight in training!” Peter argued, “I mean a lot to your father!”

All of the boys laughed, “He won’t even notice that you’re not there.” Vision whispered, before patting his shoulder and walking away.

The boys stalked off, leaving you and the now sad boy behind. He sniffled and cleared his throat, “You should go, Your Highness. I wouldn’t want you to be late.”

“Why do you let them treat you like that?” You asked.

Peter shrugged, “It’s just jokes. I know they appreciate me, now if you’ll excuse me, Ms. These horses aren’t going to wash themselves.”

Hesitantly, you walked back towards the house, but you stopped in your tracks as you ran back towards the stable, wrapping your arms around the younger boy. He let out a small gasp in surprise, before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“I appreciate you, Peter. I hope one day you realize that you deserve more than how my brother and his friends treat you.” You whispered to him before pulling away. The boy smiled at you sadly, before you bid your goodbyes and walked into the house.

There was a tense silence in the air as you walked into the dining room. The only sounds that could be heard are silverware hitting the fancy plates that your father had left out. You took your usual seat next to younger sister Morgan and when you looked up from across the table, you were met with those green irises that fueled your dreams last night.

Wanda was already staring at you with a small smirk on her face. Her eyes glanced around the table before sending you a sly wink. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as a subtle pink tone casted over them.

Breakfast was awkward to say the least. The only words that were spoken were simple formalities to the servers. When you were finally dismissed, you began to walk back to your room when you felt someone grab your hand and pulled you into a secluded hallway.

“What the-” you began to say.

But your words were cut off when you felt soft lips attaching to yours. You snaked your arm around her neck, as she pulled you in closer by your hips, “Well, hello to you too, Wanda,” you whispered.

“Hi,” she whispered back, “I have missed you,”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “You will see me again tonight, same time remember?”

“Tonight can not come faster,” she commented, pressing a kiss once more to your lips before finally parting.

A few moments after Wanda left, you decided to step out of the hallway. Only to run into Natasha, who’s arms were crossed against her chest. Her eyebrow raised as she stared at you.

“You’re sneaking around with King Steve’s daughter?” she asked, “Do you know how much trouble you can get in?”

“I know, but there is just something about her,” you whispered.

She let out a sigh, her intimidating facade slowly fading into something more sympathetic, “I want to meet her. We have been best friends since we were younger, all I want is someone who is good enough for you,”

“We’re sneaking out tonight. I will bring her to your cottage after dinner, if that is not too late,” you suggested and Natasha nodded.

“Just please be careful,”

The day dragged on and all you could think about was the way Wanda’s lips felt on yours. It was intoxicating, really. Already constantly thinking about a girl you just met. In a way, it was sort of pathetic. The first girl who bat an eye at you and you were already so drawn to her.

You would not call it love just yet because what is love?

You have never felt love in your life. Not just romantic love, but your entire life you don’t think your father has ever shown you love. So, what is this feeling you get when you are with Wanda?

The rush of adrenaline. The butterflies that fluttered when she just looked at you with her emerald orbs. Is it love? Or is it just infatuation?

As soon as those doubts filled your head, they were quickly gone when there was the soft tapping of pebbles hitting your window. Excitement filled your chest as you knew exactly who it was.

“Shh, I’ll be right down,” you whispered to Wanda who was hiding behind the bushes of your parents garden. You scaled the ivy and fell onto the floor with a soft thud and when you reached her there was uncertainty in her eyes, “I want show you something, it is a surprise on the outskirts of town. Are you okay? You seem a little-”

“Did you know that there is a fight tonight?” she asked and you looked down avoiding her eyes.

But instead of lying, you nodded, “Vision told me last night,”

“You need to tell Vision to not fight. It is because of us that they are going to fight and what if someone gets hurt? Then their death is on us. My family is the most important thing to me,” she whispered, intertwining your fingers together.

“I will try to talk to him, okay? Vision is a very arrogant man, what he wants he gets. It will be hard, but I will try, I promise you,” you swore, holding her hands up to your lips and pressing a sweet kiss to it. But you could still see the uncertainty in her eyes, “We did nothing to them, we are not doing anything wrong by lov- liking each other,”

“We can not pretend that what we do is not going to cause more trouble,” she argued.

You nodded, “I know, but I will also not pretend that what we have is not real. Now, come on there is something I still want to show you,”

Natasha’s cottage was small and quaint. You could see the warm yellow candlelight illuminating the house. You knocked on the door and without a second beat Natasha opened the door with a smile on her face, “Your Highnesses, please come in!”

“Natasha, please, we are nowhere near our fathers. I would much rather be known as your best friend than any princess,” you corrected her, offering her a hug with your arms wide open. She gratefully accepted the hug, “This is Wanda Rogers. Wanda, this is my best friend Natasha Romanoff,”

Wanda reached her hand out for her to shake and she smiled softly, “It is lovely to meet you, Natasha. Anyone who is important to Y/N is important to me,”

“Natasha! You did not tell me we were having guests, nor did you mention that they are royalty. I am in my nightwear,” Maria came out of the bedroom to greet us.

“Maria, it is lovely to see you again,” you greeted her, “I promise you, there is no need for formalities. We are just two lovely people on a date,”

Maria raised her eyebrows at you, “A date with the quote on quote enemy, I thought Natasha and I’s love story was a difficult one,”

“You and Natasha are married?” Wanda asked as she shook Maria’s hand.

“For five years now, but that is not why we called you over to talk about our past. I am about to cook dinner for the two of you as well, come sit,” Natasha answered.

You smiled at Maria, “I am surprised you are not preparing to fight with my brother,” you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

A roar of laughter escaped her lips, “Very very funny Y/N, you know that even though I am one of the best fighters there is, your father still does not let me join in. Your brother is the exact same way,”

“Well that is a shame on them. If I had it my way, you would be leading the charge every time,” you told her and she smiled at you.

The four of you embarked on a lively conversation, mostly consisting of Wanda and the two other women getting to know each other. Your conversation was interrupted when there was another soft knock on the door.

“Always late,” Natasha mumbled under her breath, before opening the door to reveal a woman you have not seen since you were younger.

“Yelena! Is that you?” you asked, quickly getting up from your seat and crashing into her arms for a hug, “It has been so long,”

Wanda’s voice interrupted you from the reunion, it laced with confusion, “Kate? What are you doing here?”

You noticed the brunette, standing by the front door with wide eyes, “Your Highness, hello,” she quickly bowed, “I was just uh- please do not tell Pietro or Clint for that matter. But I have been dating who they believe is the enemy for quite some time now and my love for Yelena is not wrong,”

“Kate,” Wanda placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it softly, “You do not have to convince me of anything. I have the same problem, although I would not call it a problem. It is just a little bump in the road,”

A flush of warmth fled to your cheeks and you smiled widely at her words. You announced that you would help Natasha in the kitchen and Wanda sat in the kitchen with the rest of the girls.

She watched as you and Natasha joked around, while she just stared in awe at your infectious smile. The smile that has warmed her heart. All of the pain and suffering that she has been through, slowly faded just by singing you smile.

“Your Highness, I did not know that you are infatuated with women,” Kate chimed in as she noticed the princess of her kingdom completely and utterly in love.

“Not with women, a woman, her,” Wanda turned towards Kate, “How do you and Yelena manage to date in a world where it tears all of us apart?”

“Well, we do not have the responsibilities that you hold,” she answered, “But it is not easy. We meet in secluded corners, in the library of our university when everyone is asleep. I can never hold her hand in public, but rather watch as men flirt shamelessly with her. Although it is hard, I would not trade Yelena for the world. She is my peace and sanity. I would not survive without her in it,”

Wanda smiles softly at the confession, “Do you think Y/N and I will end up the same way?”

“That depends, do you love her?”

“I-yes I do, it is crazy to even say out loud considering we met last night, but I have never felt this way about anyone,” she whispers.

“Then that is all that matters,”

“Just be careful Your Highness,” Yelena speaks up, “Like Kate mentioned we do not hold the same responsibilities that you and Y/N have. People will try and tear you apart more and more. People may even get hurt, but if you believe that she is worth it then you have ultimately won,”

Before she could respond, you and Natasha came over to the table, holding plates out for everyone. Though the conversation was lovely, Wanda could not shake the insecurities and doubts that Yelena spoke. Kate made it seem like a such a fantasy, but it was not their reality.

You and the redhead bided goodnight to the rest of the girls as you made your slow walk back to castle. Your arm linked with Wanda’s as you walked in the cool night air, “You are still worried, but Vision and I were close once. His friends respect me. They will listen to me,”

“And what if you can not?” she asks and you could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

“I swear to you, Wanda, there will not be a fight. No one is going to get hurt,” you kissed the back of her hand once more, “I have never felt more alive in my life. I have always felt trapped, like my destiny was written out for me. Now with you, it seems that death will not even part us now,”

You cupped her cheek, leaning forward as you kiss her short, but sweet. The two of you continued your walk back, taking your time as you passed through the garden, “You and Vision were close, what happened?”

“No one could have separated Vision and I when we were younger. He was someone that I looked up to. He was strong, he protected our family just like our father had taught us to do since we were born. However, as we got older, Vision became more arrogant. All of the negative traits from our father he seemed to have inherited. He did not care about my happiness anymore, but rather if my happiness would affect his reputation,” you explained, “It is sad, really. I look at how close you are with Pietro and I become jealous. I had that with Vision, but he was too blinded by his power and reputation that he ruined that,”

“I am sorry,” she whispered.

You shook your head, dismissing her quickly, “No, no, it is okay. Vision had made his choice a long time ago,”

Wanda stopped you right before you approached your balcony, “There is something I want to be honest with you about,” she whispered.

“What is it?”

“I am saying this because I trust you and if everyone is going to tell us that we can not trust each other because we are supposed to be enemies. I am going to tell you a secret that can potentially ruin my kingdom. That is how much you mean to me and I do not want you to think for a second that I do not trust you,” she tells you.

“Wanda, it’s okay. I know you trust me and I trust you. I would not be out here right now if I did not,” you comfort her, caressing her cheek softly.

She grabs your hand, kissing the palm of it as she stares intently at you with her gorgeous green eyes, “I know, but I want to,” she whispers before taking a deep breath and intertwining your fingers together.

“Pietro and I are not King Steve’s natural heirs. My real name is Wanda Maximoff. Your father blew up our home country, Sokovia. It was a normal night, my parents were teaching Pietro and I how to speak English, when our home was blown up. We do not know how we survived, but we did. We were hiding underneath rubble, as we watched your soldiers kill and destroy homes. Our parents’ dead body was right in front of us for four days until Clint found us,” she confessed.

Your heart dropped in your chest. Your father killed innocent people and for what? There was nothing to gain, “King Steve and Queen Peggy were struggling to carry a child. We were young enough to be considered as one of their own, so they adopted us and we swore to never tell a soul,”

“That is why Pietro wants war so badly,” you whisper and she nods solemnly, “Wanda, I am so sorry,”

She shook her head, “You could not have known, darling, you were around my age when it happened,”

“I will keep my oath to you that I will never tell a soul. I also keep my oath that I will never hurt you, not like my father has hurt your people because I love you Wanda Maximoff. I will love you until my dying breath,”

Her soft hands wrapped around your neck and drew you quickly towards your lips. A small gasp left your mouth as she kissed you, but you melted into her touch. Wanda’s tongue swiped against your own, allowing a groan to escape your lips as you gripped her hips and pulled her flush against you.

Snap!

You and Wanda drew apart faster than the speed of light as the sound of a branch snapping echoed through the empty garden. Both of you looking around for signs of any one else.

A sigh of relief left your lips when you realized that there was no one there. Probably just a rabbit hopping around in the dead of the night, “I think I should return to my bed now,” you whispered as you leant her forehead against hers, “Come see me tomorrow night,”

You backed away from her slowly, a lingering smile on your face, “I love you Y/N Stark. Goodnight,”

When you returned to your bedroom, you heard loud laughter coming from down the hallway. Furrowing your eyebrows, you quietly snuck out of your room to find the source of the nose. Vision and the rest of his friends were in the armor room, examining different types of knives and guns.

Vision held a gun as mocking sounds left his mouth, like a five year old pretending to shoot a weapon, “Pow, pow, pow!” he exclaimed, pointing it at all the boys.

“Pow,” you stated, as all of them turned quickly to look at you, “I thought you were not allowed to bring any weapons, but your fist,”

“We all know that the Rogers’ can not be trusted. They are going to bring their own weapons and if we are not careful, we will end up at the bottom of the river,” your brother told you, “Now why are you still awake?”

“It is hard to sleep when boys are being barbaric right outside your door. All of you agree with this fight?” you spoke up. Rhodey and T’Challa nodded, “Where’s Peter? Did you not include him again?”

“Oh we did, he just had some duties for Your Majesty to fulfill,” Rhodey shrugged.

You nodded, “Besides, he would have just complained that we are not following the rules,” Vision teased.

“Do not fight these guys, this is exactly what father does not want,” you expressed, “You are breaking the peace treaty before it is even built! What if one of you die or worse what if you murder one of them? Then the reputation you have been trying so hard to protect will not stand,”

Your brother shook his head, “Y/N, when are you going to realize that this is exactly what we need? We are going to win and they are going to sign the treaty and prove to be the weaker kingdom,”

“You do not know that, Vis!” you argued.

“Do not raise your voice at me!” he screamed back.

“You are not my father! You are much worse than him, so stop acting like you are the king! You are not! You are still nothing to this kingdom. When Father dies our kingdom is going to fall apart because you will always live in the shadow of being Tony Stark’s son!”

A harsh burn fell upon your cheeks as your head snapped to the side. Instinctively, your hand reached for your cheek, trying to soothe the throbbing that was already there, “This is not about wanting to protect this kingdom! This is about Wanda, isn’t it?! Get out of the fantasy in your head that you could be anything more than a housewife! I will be king of our kingdom, and you will be nothing! Now leave this fight is still happening and this is something a housewife will never understand!”

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muertarte · 8 months

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TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @bookofbolden, Los Sombras, @muertarte

SUMMARY: Hearing a knock on the door, Eleanor opens it, thinking it would be Metzli. She's startled to find it's actually a hostile group of vampires and tells her friend to stay away. They don't listen.

WARNINGS: None

Metzli had made a visit to the apartment Sylvia was keeping an eye on. Girlfriend, perhaps? No wait, the girlfriend was the shop owner, and she wasn’t on the vampire’s list of people to interrogate. Not that she actually had a list. Could one have a list with a single item? She supposed, maybe. A to-do list was everything one had to do, and if she only had one thing to…Focus Sylvia.

“I’ll knock. She’s a woman. More likely to trust me, instead of…you three.” Looking them up and down, Sylvia grimaced. The rest of the group was perfectly capable of taking down a single human, but their particular mission required charm. Something which none of the idiots she was surrounded with had.

Sylvia knocked on the door, sending two of the three male vampires back out to watch over the balcony. If she tried to escape that way, they’d have a snack. She waited patiently with her comrade, smiling innocently and swaying back and forth on her heels. How long is this going to take?

Eleanor had tried to remain calm since Metzli’s message, she really had, but it was unavoidable for her to be an anxious mess. She wished desperately that there was something more she could do to help her friend rather than sitting around her apartment and promising to keep herself safe. She didn’t really believe that the vampires would show up to her doorstep, she wasn’t anyone important, so all of her time had gone to worrying about her friend and hoping that they were putting as much effort into their own safety as they had everyone else’s.

A knock at the door made Eleanor jump to her feet, an avalanche of pillows falling off of the couch. She’d spent hours staring blankly at the TV and occasionally checking her phone for updates from Metzli. Was that who had knocked? With a renewed sense of relief washing over her, Eleanor ran to the door and hastily pulled it open.

“Hi! Oh…” Eleanor’s face fell at the sight of the unannounced visitors on the other side of the door. They weren't anyone she’d hoped to see… or recognized, for that matter. Before she could ask any questions that oddly numb feeling she so often chased fogged up her mind and, as it usually did, made her feel off balance. Eleanor fought to keep her expression the same and hoped that the vampires were too distracted to hear the way her heart rate increased. “May I help you?” So much for that promise of not even answering the door.

The urge to let her fangs lengthen at the sight of such a delicious meal was strong, but Sylvia resisted. She could only use her imagination, dream of sinking her teeth into that lovely neck. “Oh!” She put on a bubbly facade, her smile much too big to be friendly. That was Sylvia’s flaw. She always tried a little too hard.

“We’re in the next unit over, apartment D?” A lie. But humans were usually too dumb to read an expression well. “For some reason, our electricity went out and I can’t charge my phone. Any chance you can help me?” Leaning in slightly, Sylvia raised a brow, playfully scrunching her nose. “It’s at five percent right now. I just need a slight charge. Fifteen minutes and I’ll be out of your hair.” Her brows became a bit pleading. “Mostly just want to make sure my phone doesn’t die in the middle of me trying to contact the landlord.”

Even if the too-friendly smile and the lack of emotional presence wasn’t enough to raise suspicion, Eleanor would have had a bad gut feeling about the woman simply because of her eyes - she looked as though she were deciding what to put on her plate in preparation for a big meal. “Apartment D? Did Farah move out or have you moved in with her? I hope you’re a lot quieter than she is.” She didn’t know her neighbors from the people standing in front of her but she had to try and throw them off. She hoped that using her sister’s name in her lie wouldn’t bestow any kind of bad karma unto her, but it was the first name that came to mind on the spot.

Eleanor immediately took a step back when the woman leaned closer and for a moment she thought her heart would jump right out of her chest. Was it truly impossible for vampires to enter without an invitation? What if this woman was able to just cross over into her apartment? What would happen then? She didn’t have a prayer of fighting her off and she probably wouldn’t have time to make a panicked phone call to Metzli.

“If you’re having electrical problems I can contact the landlord for you - what’s your name? I’ll make sure to mention it alongside which apartment you’re in so there won’t be a mixup and hopefully the problem will be fixed quickly.” Eleanor offered a kind smile and reached for the door, hoping to end the conversation. “I’m sorry, I’ve been very sick for the past few days and don’t want you to catch whatever I have. My husband should be on his way back from the pharmacy, I’ve been going through medicine like crazy.” Another lie and a subtle nudge that she hoped would work.

Sylvia laughed, truly and heartily. The woman was good. She made up lies like it was second nature, probably already notified about their presence in town. The message Master sent was a mistake, but he just had to play his stupid game. He loved laughing at the traitor’s expense, and Sylvia couldn’t blame him. It just came at a cost. An annoying one. Whatever. Two could lie. They’d been watching the woman’s apartment long enough to know that the unit next to her was vacant and that she had no husband. Sylvia had to give her credit, though. She was definitely quick on her feet.

“Farah? There’s no Farah.” Shaking her head with a chuckle, she nudged her partner’s arm with her elbow. He eventually joined in, his face evident that he didn’t understand the joke. Rookie. “Landlord said the unit was vacant before us.” Sylvia quirked a brow. “I mean, you hardly leave the apartment. I wasn’t too sure anyone lived here up until now, when you opened the door. Just real lucky, I guess.” She chuckled a little more, watching the door begin to close. Not on her watch.

“Uh, uh, uh…” They were unable to cross the threshold of the doorway, but she could stop the entrance from shutting completely. Sylvia planted her foot at the edge of the frame, prohibiting the door from closing. “Look, you have no husband. You’re alone. So come with us or let us in. It’ll be much easier if you just let this happen.” Both vampire’s eyes turned dark, and the other two at the balcony began to bang against the door. Poor woman was surrounded, making for a gleefully sinister smile on Sylvia’s face. “See what I mean?”

Well… shit. What was she supposed to do? “You’ve been watching me.” The woman’s words broke through the dread that had started to build up inside of Eleanor and she realized that for them to know that she was reluctant to leave her apartment they would have had to watch her for days on end. When was the last time she’d left? She wasn’t sure… but she knew exactly the last time she’d had a visitor. They’d been so close and Metzli had been right there - the thought of it sent a chill down her spine.

She hardly had time to react to the woman blocking her door before she was screaming at the sound of banging coming from behind her. Eleanor whipped around to see the additional vampires that had found their way to her balcony and backed herself against the far wall. The fact that she had indeed been trapped made her chest tighten and her mouth go dry - what more could she do except panic? A brief thought of retrieving the knife she’d been gifted crossed her mind, but what would she be able to do with it? Absolutely nothing. She wasn’t even sure if she could hold the thing correctly, much less use it for self defense against murderous vampires.

“I’m not going anywhere and you’re sure as hell not welcome in here!” Although she’d retreated further into her apartment and her entire body shook violently, Eleanor tried her best to make her voice loud. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as she thought through her options: fighting obviously wasn’t one, she couldn’t win against one of them let alone four. She felt that she shouldn’t call Metzli because they would just walk right into a trap, but at the same time there was no one else she thought would be equipped to handle this kind of situation. But maybe, she thought, she did need to tell them that she had company just so they could steer clear of the area.

Her mind made up, Eleanor sprinted for the couch and grabbed her phone before turning to run down the hallway into her bedroom. She locked the door and placed her back against it, sliding down to the floor as she hurriedly sent a simple text.

Don’t come back here. Surrounded.

“We can wait all night and day, cutie.” Sylvia signaled for the group to post up, ready themself for a long stand-off. Her death was inevitable. Why was she fighting it so hard? Oh well. Her blood would spill soon enough. Who cares how long it took? She’d have to come out eventually.

Eleanor’s message came through, and there was no hesitation at what Metzli did next. They abandoned everything they were doing, opting to use their legs instead of their vehicle. Screeching tires would make for a much louder entrance than they needed. The element of surprise was necessary if they were going to make Eleanor’s home safe once more. So they took to the rooftops, just as they did in Mexico so many times. It was their speciality, utilizing stealth and strategy to complete their missions with ease. Only, this time, their goal actually mattered. They had to save someone that mattered. Nothing like the money and idiotic power that Eloy sought. Eleanor was a precious life, and in such a short time, she mattered more than Metzli intended.

“Oye, chavo.” They jumped down from their perch, finding Eleanor’s balcony with ease, and sneaking up even easier. The clan’s training was really lacking. That kind of inability to detect an anomaly would not stand under Eloy’s reign, and Metzli exploited such a failure. They took out one of the vampires with ease, twisting its arm until they heard it crack, stomping onto their head until the carcass ceased to move. The next vampire, however, was a little more difficult. Both of them struggled for power, grappling and swiping their knives at one another until Metzli was left victorious with only a handful of bruises and lacerations. For a few beats, they stared at the piles of dust stained with black ooze.

Farewell, idiots.

Metzli sprinted inside, unable to find Eleanor upon the first scan of the room. “Eleanor?” They called out, walking toward the hallway that led to the bedroom until the open apartment door took their attention. Three monsters stared at one another, red eyes glaring and hackles raised. If anything else happened around Metzli, they couldn’t tell. They were too angry and focused on their new opponents.

Eleanor knew immediately when Metzli had arrived at her apartment due to the commotion out on the balcony and her chest tightened even more. She shouldn't have texted, she hadn’t wanted them to be up against so many others, but at the same time she couldn’t chance them coming over unexpectedly and being ambushed. She closed her eyes and covered her ears, hoping that whatever gruesome scene was taking place just yards away from her ended quickly and with her friend coming out unharmed.

She immediately jumped to her feet at the sound of her name and unlocked the bedroom door to open it just a crack. “Door - she stopped me from closing the door!” Eleanor tried to warn, but Metzli had already noticed the remaining intruders. She didn’t like these odds, even if they had gotten past the two on the balcony, they’d had the advantage of taking them by surprise. She didn’t want to watch this fight - no supernatural abilities were needed to feel the anger that flowed between the vampires. “Please don’t.” She was finally able to get out, the words directed towards the strangers, then to Metzli, “I’m sorry! I don’t… I don’t know how to use the knife!”

Eleanor’s voice, pleading and small, cut through the stony and monstrous glare on Metzli’s face. She was desperate, but not in the way they had expected. Saving her was not what she wanted, her voice coarse. What choice did Metzli have, though? The situation was life or death, and they wouldn’t dare let that vicious hand lay a finger on their friend. She had more life to live, and they’d ensure she got to experience it. By any means necessary.

“You do not have to use knife.” Any damage could be inflicted or taken by them. With all the experience they had, Metzli could take it on for both of them. They’d do it gladly, without Eleanor having to ask it of them. She didn’t have to, and she never would. “Stay back, okay? You have to stay back.” Slowly and carefully, Metzli inched forward to Eleanor, cupping her cheek gently as they looked into her eyes. “Please do not look. You do not want to see this.” They turned her around, speeding toward the apartment’s exit with their blade grasped tightly in their fist.

“Oh? Looks like we made este puto—”

Sylvia was interrupted with a knife handle and large palm to her face. The other vampire attempted to grab at Metzli’s left side, not realizing their arm was long gone. “Idiot.” Their leg collided with the vampire, sending him a few feet away while Metzli focused on the woman. She sank a knife into their back several times, which they didn’t feel, leaving her without a weapon to defend herself when it got lodged into their body. Had they really not been trained? Metzli rose a curious brow, engaging in a short fight that left the woman on the ground. Quickly, they stomped into her chest until the wet sound met crunching. The blood collected in her gaping wound, and to prevent any more mess from being made, Metzli retrieved a stake and sank it into her chest, reducing her to nothing but a mixture of blood and dust.

Knowing there was one last vampire left, Metzli turned to where they had left him, only to see that he had fled. Pathetic, really, but smart too. They turned back to the doorway, limping back numbly. “It is over.” They paused, leaning into the doorway to steady themself. “Are you okay?”

Of course Eleanor wanted to protest but what would be the result of her somehow convincing Metzli not to fight? They could barricade themselves into the bedroom until… What? Until the one vampire within the vicinity that didn’t want to rip her apart grew too hungry to resist? While she tried her best to rearrange her features to disguise the fear she felt, Eleanor knew that Metzli would be able to see through the mask the moment their eyes met. She nodded and didn’t fight being turned away, wrapping her arms around herself into a tight hug and trying desperately to find anything to distract her mind from what was going on on the other side of the small apartment. She couldn’t focus too much on Lily, not only would the feelings of loneliness and despair only add fuel to the already raging fire, but the amount of undead around her made Lily feel more distant and quiet than she’d ever felt before. Instead she resorted to naming off her long list of siblings, their spouses or significant others, their children, pets…

Was she okay? Not in the slightest, but she wouldn’t be admitting that. Eleanor turned to Metzli and her face dropped at how tired they looked. “I know your English is rough at times, but when someone says ‘don’t’ they mean do not.” She attempted to joke but couldn't bring the smile to her face. She inched toward her friend cautiously, not because she was afraid, but because she didn’t want to risk frightening them. “How much more trouble have I gotten you into?” Tears sprang to her eyes and without a second thought she wrapped her arms around Metzli’s middle. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have - you’re hurt!” She pulled back and tried to see whatever was sticking from their back. “Metzli, you’re hurt!”

She was trying to joke. As much as fear was shaking her like a leaf, Eleanor still attempted to keep herself from tumbling into an emotional mess. For what, Metzli wondered? Their body was covered in countless battles, each one ending with their victory. At a cost, maybe, but there was little more they knew how to do than to give everything they were to the monster who made them. They were a mirror, and trapped inside was their master. On occasion, Metzli would let him out, and somehow, someway, it still led to a gentle embrace.

They closed their eyes, ignoring the boa of hunger constricting their throat. Warmth spread across their chest, relief settling onto their body enough to let their body sink into the affection. It made it that much harder to let go when Eleanor exclaimed with concern, on the brink of becoming abject horror. “Eleanor, con calma.” Metzli put their hand in front of themself, gesturing for their friend to calm down before twisting their head in an attempt to view the wound. “Oh.” A knife was stuck in their back, and they stretched their arm behind them, wiggling the blade a few times before finally removing it.

“Just a knife.” No pain or discomfort displayed on their face, the sensation too familiar and numbed out from Metzli’s years with Eloy. What didn’t numb out though, was the sensation of blood trickling down their skin, which made them stiffen. That was the worst part of any wound besides the hunger. Oh no, the hunger. “Eleanor, remember the crucifix? Go get it. Now. Please.” Dropping the blade, Metzli patted their pockets hastily, retrieving a bag of blood they had packed in case they needed it. Hopefully it was enough to keep them from losing themself to the hunger. “I am going to use your microwave and a mug. I have to. I am sorry.” They shuffled quickly past their friend, getting everything prepared. In a matter of minutes, Metzli was chugging the contents of the mug and feeling a bit more at ease. They remained in the kitchen, keeping their distance.

“I should be okay now. But please keep the crucifix near.”

Eleanor’s face twisted up as though in response to the pain Metzli should have felt while pulling the knife from their back. “You were stabbed! Don’t just rip it out!” But the damage had been done. She stood staring at the blade in shock, unsure as to what her next words or actions should be. Was this what being in true shock felt like? She’d gotten a taste of it once, when she’d lost Lily, but she couldn't be sure if the cold numbness flowing through her was because she’d just witnessed her friend pull a knife from their back or because they were simply undead and she didn’t have much time to think it over. “Crucifix?”

She remained in the doorway to the bedroom as her brain worked overtime to replay the past half hour. It was a hell of a dream… if it was a dream. Eleanor swayed on her feet and blindly grabbed for the cross she’d stashed in the drawer of her nightstand, never thinking there’d be a reason for it to see the light of day. She was lightheaded but Metzli was her main concern. “Are you alright? You didn’t answer my question: have I gotten you into more trouble?” She crept down the hall and used the wall to keep herself upright. Did the floor always wobble like that?

She peeked around the corner into the kitchen as Metzli polished off the contents of the mug. She knew she shouldn’t get too close for two reasons: the vampire was hungry and she wouldn’t be able to handle the sight or smell of blood in her condition. “You remember what I said? That I trust you? I know you won’t hurt me.” Eleanor placed her cheek against the wall and sighed at the coolness of the contact. “While you’re in there could you hand me the ice pack in… the freezer?” She’d be fine if she could get herself cooled off, right? She closed her eyes again and tried to stop her head from spinning. “Are you sure you’re safe with your friend? If they knew that you’d been here what if they know where you’re hiding? This isn’t good.”

“No. How can you get me in trouble? They are already here for me. Whoever is leading them has knowledge of me. They must know what I am capable of.” Metzli kept their back turned to Eleanor, trying to keep their food out of sight from her. Humans didn’t have the tendency to be able to handle seeing what was supposed to be kept inside of them. “I am fine. Will heal fast. Maybe two or three days.” They sighed, washing the mug off and putting it on the empty side of the sink.

For a few moments, the world blurred, Eleanor’s voice muffled and far away. How were they supposed to do this? They’re obviously being watched. Who knows who else was now in danger because of them? Siobhan came to mind, and Metzli’s stomach twisted with guilt. Leila was likely safe, thanks to her ability to jump in and out undetected. They needed to come up with a plan, and fast.

“Hm?” Reality snapped back into place, and they blinked the fog away as they limped to the freezer to retrieve the ice pack Eleanor requested. “I do not know if I am safe. There is much to…figure out.” Handing the ice pack over, Metzli sighed, placing their cold hand on her forehead to help with some of the relief. “I am sorry for all of this.” If they hadn’t gotten close to Eleanor, she wouldn’t be in danger, but now that it’s been done, they couldn’t just abandon her. They couldn’t abandon anyone. Not again. Never again. Their thoughts made their hand tremble and their face contort with the sensation of icy fear crawling down their back. It melted to neutral quickly, and Metzli hoped Eleanor didn’t catch it. “Do you need anything? I can stay, or I can leave. Whatever it is that you wish.”

Eleanor wasn’t fond of the way Metzli’s tone was bordering on defeat or the way their face showed genuine fear for just a split second. It was so unlike the person she’d gotten to know that it was unsettling and made her very upset. Upon their first meeting Metzli had shared that they’d felt the need to sentence themself to solitary confinement and she hoped that they wouldn’t think they needed to do that again.

She appreciated their cold hand on her forehead and held the ice pack against the back of her neck. As the seconds ticked by Eleanor’s breathing returned to normal and she was able to think clearly again “Don’t ever apologize, it’s not your fault these assholes are hunting you down like it’s some kind of game. But you need to be safe, no matter what. If something happens to you it’ll be another person that I care about being harmed and I’m admittedly not strong enough to deal with that again. Say you’ll be careful.” She shrugged, not wanting them to remain someplace they’d been seen visiting but also not wanting them to be caught going back to their hiding place. “Wherever you feel you need to be, Metzli. I will always prefer you to be near, even though I can’t do a damn thing to protect you, but you need to do whatever you believe you have to. So long as you’re keeping yourself safe while doing it.”

A dark storm cloud loomed over the horizon, casting shadows of doubt and anxiety over the landscape of their mind. It was a relentless tide, pulling them into its icy depths. If Metzli had needed to breathe, it would’ve left them gasping for the warm breath of courage and resolution. People were after them, growing closer and closer.

Every step they took to create a new life was a dance on the razor’s edge, and now everything was falling quickly between caution and calamity. Metzli felt trapped, unable to think past the terror in Eleanor’s eyes. Maybe Siobhan was right. Getting close to people was a mistake. But they were happy, for once, so how could that be truth? Life and love were supposed to hurt. It was supposed to take work, leaving the grime of effort on their skin. They understood what true happiness felt like, and had love; something they were always told they would never have. There was still much to learn, Metzli supposed, and that was okay. For the time being, they’d make their best impression of a friend, placing the ones they care about above all else. That’s all they could do, right?

“I am being as careful as I can be.” Face falling, Metzli removed their hand from Eleanor’s forehead and backed away. They caught her staring, wearing a frown reserved for the worst of moments, when uncertainty was wound too tightly. Being strong was the only option, even as tears stung their eyes and a ball formed in their throat. “I will do whatever,” Clearing their throat, Metzli closed their eyes tightly, pushing the tears away. “Whatever is fine. I am tired, so I will stay and rest. If anyone else comes, I…” They sniffled absentmindedly, stiffening as they rubbed at their eyes and moved too harshly. Pain began to bubble from their wounds and blood trailed down their skin. “I can protect. I will protect. I just need to…” They weren’t sure what, but they paused, mind slipping onto their tongue before they had the chance to stop it.

“I am sorry. I am…scared.”

“I know you are, it’s just agonizing to know that there’s nothing I can do to help you right now. I couldn’t even protect myself.” Eleanor nodded and tried not to let the relief she felt show too much - she would be able to sleep a little better knowing that they weren’t leaving. “You don’t need to worry about protecting anyone right now, you’ve done enough of that today. I suppose I should have thanked you for that by now: thank you. Do you -” She frowned again as she watched Metzli’s entire demeanor change.

“Hey,” Eleanor immediately dropped the ice pack to the ground and tossed the crucifix in her free hand to the side, “Stop apologizing. This is a lot, I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. You don’t have to go through it alone, it sounds like you have a lot of people who are willing to help you in any way they can, in any way you need.” She slowly reached out and touched their hand, hoping to coax them into bringing it away from their face and opening their eyes again. “You’re staying, yeah? You’re gonna have to get cleaned up.”

Eleanor closed the front door of the apartment with a slam, not giving the pile of dust and blood on her doorstep a second look, before she turned her full attention back to Metzli. “You’ve been hurt, we’ve gotta clean that wound. Do you want to shower or do you just want to clean it at the sink with a rag? I think I still have a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt I stole from my dad years ago, they’ll fit you better than anything of mine. I hope you’re a Giants fan.” She joked, this time able to bring a smile to her face. She held out her hand for them to take. “Do you sleep? You can have the bed. If you don’t, we can repeat movie night and share the couch, I don’t take up too much space.”

“It is okay if you cannot do anything. This is my fault. They are after me. They want me. It is me. It is me. It is me.” Their emotions were at a downward spiral, speeding and mixing quickly together to create a deep and terrifying panic in Metzli’s chest. They tried to hold it there, letting the pain seep into their veins in hopes that it would eventually dissipate as they tugged at their hair.

It made no exodus. It stuck around like a demon, long enough to force uncertainty to embed itself into their thoughts. Using this power, it echoed its proclamations into the crater caused by the catastrophic impact of when Metzli’s resolve fell. They had to be strong. What other choice did they have when people were relying on their strength? Some of Metzli’s loved ones could protect themselves just fine, but not all, just as Eleanor said. Even with the latest fight over, Metzli knew there would be more. Despite this, they began to relax at their friend’s touch.

She spoke of cleaning wounds and clothes and giants, pairing it all with her kind smile. Metzli nodded carefully, taking a deep breath while their hand made contact with Eleanor’s. “Do not sleep.” They stiffened their posture at the sensation of more blood trickling down their body, reminding them they needed to clean it. “Maybe just clean the wounds at sink. I can rip apart this shirt so I do not ruin your rags.” With a harsh swallow, they headed off into the kitchen and set to work, turning their sleeves into makeshift bandages and the tattered remains into rags. By the time they were done, Metzli had managed to make their way to the couch, unable to remember when they had switched into the clothing Eleanor offered. They stared at the television, enjoying their favorite show. a blank screen.

What could Eleanor say? Having to read someone’s emotions on their face and through their body language was almost a completely new experience for her, one that she hadn’t expected to enjoy so much, but it came at a disadvantage. What could she say to her friend when she had absolutely no idea what they were feeling? “Nothing is your fault, Metzli. You can’t continue blaming yourself - these people that are after you are awful. You’re always talking about monsters, those people are the monsters. Whatever happened back then, whatever you did in order to get away and become the better person you are today, don’t you ever apologize for that. We’re gonna get you out of this.” What role would she be playing in this marvelous plan of hers? It didn’t matter, she just knew that Metzli needed to hear something to keep their head above the water - needing someone to throw out a lifeline and save her from drowning in her thoughts was something she’d become very familiar with over the past few months.

Though she miraculously maintained a neutral expression, Eleanor watched Metzli robotically clean themself and change into the borrowed clothes while fighting off a wave of panic. This felt like a completely different person from the one she’d come to know, gotten close to, trusted, quite literally almost died for. Their face was almost always expressionless but there was something different about it now - the eyes. Metzli had once accused Eleanor of not being able to hide her true feelings because her eyes gave her away but it felt that they’d swapped roles. She fought to keep herself from showing emotion and her friend was visibly shaken and scared; this side of them was in stark contrast to the one who’d bravely sweeped in just in the knick of time to fight off an entire pack of vampires while taking a knife in the back.

Eleanor kept herself busy once Metzli had finished cleaning their wounds and carefully stuffed the torn and blood-soaked clothes into a trash bag and ran it downstairs to the dumpster in part to rid the apartment of any traces of blood and also to give herself some time to think about what she would do next. She knew that sometimes not saying anything and just being present was enough but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to just remain silent. She cared for them too much to feel like she was just idly sitting by.

After she’d returned Eleanor sat beside Metzli on the couch and brought her knees up to her chest, watching them from the corner of her eyes. She tried her best to come up with something to say that would have the best chance of getting their mind out of the treacherous storm they were undoubtedly enduring internally but nothing came. She was extremely awkward at the best of times, there wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d be able to break the tension in the apartment without either saying the wrong thing or completely failing to get Metzli to start talking again. Eventually though, she decided on just admitting the truth. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this: I’m going insane not knowing what you’re feeling right now. I can try and imagine but I don’t have very much experience when it comes to having to guess.” She laid her cheek against her knees, fully facing Metzli as she spoke. “What’s going on in your mind?”

Metzli shuddered at the sudden disturbance of the silence, their mind colliding with the wall of reality harshly. When they locked eyes with Eleanor, they could see how concerned their friend was. Dread clung to her like a plague, no real remedy available just yet. There was only making her comfortable enough to rest until she could be freed. Truth was, Metzli didn’t really know how they were feeling, and were therefore unable to provide anything all that soothing for Eleanor. Not that an explanation would ease her at all. Metzli was positive it’d only serve to add to her ache, a bittersweet solution, really. Still, they knew their only option was to try. For her sake.

“I…” They opened and closed their mouth a few times, unable to find the words just yet. After a few moments of struggle, something finally came to fruition, much to the vampire’s relief. “I have frustration and worry about the clan being here. There is mixture of…” They took a deep breath, closing their eyes and adjusting their seat so they could focus on what exactly they felt. Another shiver crawled down Metzli’s spine, and they exhaled deeply, looking at Eleanor once more with a bit more clarity in their eyes. “Cold and heavy. That is what the feelings are. And my…” Raising their hand, Metzli watched it tremble, brows furrowing. “Crawling. Something is crawling and makes me have more frustration and then makes me colder and I want this to be over so I can keep what I have. Freedom is mine now. I want it to be!” Metzli tensed a hand through their curls, tugging once, then twice, sustaining the pull for a few seconds until the pressure dissipated. There was no use in worrying about an emotional monster. Metzli wanted to shift the attention back to Eleanor instead. Or at least toward a topic that wasn’t them.

“I am tired.” They muttered, inching their hand to Eleanor. “Maybe we watch movie and exist simply. I want this. Killing machine is not what I want to be. Just have wishes for peaceful time now.” Metzli’s expression was genuine and exhausted, the recollection of their first movie night making them smile slightly, a bit hopefully. “Is this okay?”

Eleanor, elated that Metzli was actually describing what they were feeling, clung to their every word and nodded along encouragingly. That was good - they hadn’t completely shut down, they could still register their emotions and, even more, were willing to speak about them. That was a lot more than most would be able to do in their position. When her eyes prickled with fresh tears she turned her head to stare at the TV, not wanting them to misinterpret it and think they’d done or said something wrong. “You are free and you always will be. You deserve the entire world - don’t bother arguing with me because I’m not going to accept anything other than an agreement. You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever been fortunate enough to meet. You helped me with something very important to me before we even knew each other, not just anyone would take the time to do that for a total stranger. Whatever connection you once had to these people isn’t there anymore, you’re a whole new person and you have no ties to them. Don’t even for a second entertain the idea that you’re like them or that you have to go back to that life. Don’t you even for a second entertain the idea of leaving me.” She added with more desperation than she’d meant.

“You’re welcome to stay here and rest as long as you’d like, I don’t mind at all.” Eleanor faced them again, one side of her mouth turned up into another smile. “Yeah, of course we can just exist, I’m finally starting to get good at that again.” Almost instinctively she reached out to grab hold of their hand as it inched closer. “This is okay.” She confirmed before laying her head against their shoulder, the full weight of the night’s events finally beginning to wear on her. The rollercoaster of her own emotions had taken a lot from her already low supply of energy and she fought to keep her eyes open as she blindly stared at the screen, only registering the moving figures and the occasional voices. “Actually, this is perfect. I’ll even shut up long enough for us to get through an entire movie without me interrupting.” She laughed at her own joke and silently wondered how such a chaotic, bloody night had turned into something quite the opposite until she came to the conclusion that it didn’t really matter because she was just happy that they were there. She would enjoy their company before they inevitably felt it was time for them to go back into hiding.

#wickedswriting #writings #bloody ink #knock on the door #c: eleanor #eleanor and metzli #los sombras #eleanor and los sombras

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In the Shadows

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic (Lukanette Endgame)

Chapters

Prelude | Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6 | Chp 7 | Chp 8 | Chp 9 | Chp 10 | Chp 11 | Chp 12 | Chp 13 | Chp 14 | Chp 15 | Chp 16 | Chp 17 | Chp 18 | Chp 19 | Epilogue | Worlds Not Our Own | Timeline

Epilogue: Valse Sentimentale (AO3 Link)

When time starts to move again, I can hear it. It's like a constant ticking, like the way the watch tick tick ticks against my wrist when it's wound back. After so many resets, so many cities and times and faces, it's like my brain knows this is it. This is where the world starts to move again. The tap lifts, and water beings to pour where before there had only been a drip.

Time ticks and it feels like her heartbeat; I can feel it in her chest when we're pressed together and her blood is pumping and her breath whispers on my skin. There's so many things that I want to say. I want to tell her about fields of wildflowers and little shops of stringed instruments, about warm hands, or about amber eyes. About blood. About kindness.

There's so much time and I'm swimming in it. I'm breathing, living. Finally, finally real.

The first time Luka heard Tchaikovsky's Valse Sentimentale was in 1892. He had snuck up into the rafters of the Opera House, a shadow amongst other shadows, and listened while the musicians practiced for the night's performance. He could still smell the mothy scent of wooden beams and the faint whiff of gas that seemed to permeate the rafters above, even when the lights were turned off during the day. The sounds of the strings and keys of the piano were so beautiful and the moment was so perfectly stolen that he'd nearly begun to cry. It was like the violin's bow was placed right over his heart, gently teasing forth emotion.

That was just a few years after he'd learned to slow his aging to a nearly non-existent crawl; back when time stopped, truly, and Luka knew he was stuck but didn't know for how long. He succumbed to sentiment, and he succumbed to the strings and the heartbreak of the tune--it wasn't just him. The violinist had begun to cry too, and when his fingers finished the final trill, he stood stock still, like he couldn't move or breathe. He was too caught up in just being.

Those notes came for him just like they did that night. They grabbed at his heart, threatening to take hold and freeze him. Luka pushed himself forward, knocking on the sliding glass door of the balcony he stood on while straining his ears to catch the crescendo and diminuendo of the violin. Félix was lounging in a large armchair by the fireplace of what Luka assumed was his room, face closed off to the world, eyebrows drawn down and lips in a frown, but his eyes snapped open immediately at the sound of the knock. The frown deepened when he saw Luka standing outside as Viperion, raven's eyes honing in on him like a red dot from a sniper rifle.

Félix set down his drink and ran a hand down the front of his vest to smooth it, then walked across the plush Persian rug, around the slim table that held the stereo and an expensive-looking vase, coming to stare at him through the glass. Félix was the one inside the room behind the barrier, but how he appraised him made Luka feel like he was really the one boxed in. Félix had that kind of way about him.

Luka watched him shake his head and flip the locks on his sliding glass door. Félix didn't bother opening it--he went back to his chair, knowing Luka would follow. He did.

The glass door opened smooth, with barely a whine against the tracks. Luka closed and locked it behind him. By the time he de-transformed the piece was already over, and for a moment he could remember the hefty weight of silence as the violinist cried on stage with the bow of his violin held delicately down at his side. He stared out the glass door for a moment more, eyes looking across the Thames, where somewhere on the other side of the shore he and Wes used to live. His home with Sangpo was out there, too, buried under a shopping mall.

There was a delicate clink as Félix took the glass top off a decanter and set it down on the low walnut coffee table, followed by a soft splashing of liquid against the side of a glass. Luka finally turned from the door and walked over to the second, dark green velvet armchair. He sat across from Félix, and Félix pushed the wide-mouthed glass in his direction.

Even though it was nearly midnight, Félix was still dressed as if he'd just left for the office. He looked like a proper businessman, platinum hair combed neatly, each strand styled just so, still wearing a pair of warm brown dress shoes (if Marinette were with him, he bet she could tell him exactly what kind of brand they were--she would have told them they were Santoni's, with a cap toe). Félix fit here, in this room with a large, elegantly crafted four-poster bed hidden with deep blue drapes. A tall armoire and a writing desk flanked it. He noted with a small amount of amusement that the desk was the only part of Félix's room that seemed to have accumulated clutter or look lived-in at all; a small lamp did a poor job of trying to light the paper-riddled surface that covered even the laptop sitting there. The grand fireplace with its iron wrought grating filled the room with a comfortable warmth, and the whiskey worked its magic down Luka's throat.

"So," Félix finally started, likely weary of waiting for him to start the conversation, "I suppose now is when I ask just what you're doing here." It had been, all things considered, a very short amount of time between now and when Félix and Amélie left Paris after the funeral. Fall had turned to Winter, and the days were beginning their slow stretch towards Spring.

Luka smiled slightly, the right side of his mouth tilting up as he set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. "Marinette threw me out," he said instead, a bit of humor in his voice.

They didn't live together--he still rented the cozy basement apartment of her grandfather's house. He liked the smell of bread baking each morning, and there was a comforting sense in staying with someone who understood "the Simpler Times", even though Luka knew those times really hadn't been all that simple; they'd just been older. But it was true that she'd all but thrown him out of her city, her small perfect nose in the air and her arms crossed, telling him to get done what he needed to get done and come home to her soon.

"How wonderfully domestic."

"She was tired of the argument, so I guess that means I finally won."

Félix lifted an eyebrow, watching him skeptically as he took another drink. "And I presume this has something to do with me?"

By way of an answer, Luka dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out a brooch just smaller than his palm. He set it down on the coffee table, past the decanter with the amber liquid. The change in Félix was instantaneous; his eyes glittered with recognition and want the second the Peacock Miraculous was touched by the light of the iron chandelier above. Luka could see the tremor that passed through the man across from him, the desire to reach out and snatch it before it could disappear again.

Instead, Félix leaned back further in his chair, an impassive mask flitting over his face, one barely enough to contain the impulses that raged beneath. "And what's this, then? I thought Ladybug was too scared to let the dog hold his own leash."

Luka hated that metaphor--he hated most of Félix's metaphors. But that didn't stop the fact that Félix really did feel that way, and it wasn't good to ignore that. He hadn't ignored it at all, really, and that's why he was here. He and Marinette had discussed it for months (he called it a discussion, she called it him driving her bonkers) while they de-coded the pages in the Spellbook and had the necessary ingredients procured to fix the Miraculouses; that had been part of Gabriel's penance, as he'd prepared the 'blank check' for the venture.

It was time to see if Luka was correct or not. "I want you to come with me to New York," he said.

Félix's eyes narrowed. He set his glass on a coaster that rested on the side table next to his armchair, careful not to accidentally knock it into the red and gold hardcover copy of The Importance of Being Earnest that sat next to it. "And what would I do there?"

Luka rubbed his hands together, the black nail polish on his fingernails gleaming slightly under the lights as he did so. "I want to find Ian."

Félix smiled slightly, as if he'd just won a long-standing bet and was already imagining collecting on it. "You want to find him? And for what?"

This time he reached into a different pocket, the one on the inside of the jacket Marinette had designed just for him (she'd told him that while the old leather jacket he had undoubtedly had sentimental value, it smelled like cigarette smoke and looked like someone had dragged it over barbed wire. She had carefully and lovingly taken the patches off the old one and sewed them on the new jacket, then with delicate silver thread embroidered the patterns he'd once drawn with clumsy hands, and now he felt like he was carrying a piece of her with him wherever he went). He dug out the thin, stainless-steel vial that still had the golden drops of the Miracle Potion that he had stolen from Ian this past summer to heal Mullo from her sickness.

"Whoever he's working for is peddling this out."

Félix's eyes flashed with recognition, none of it happy. After what had happened, when they realized they might be able to save Emilie after all—well, it was a shared sin of theirs, now. His and Félix's. "I remember."

"I want to know who they are, and I want to know how they're making it. Whatever's in it is magical enough to cure a Kwami. It's not western medicine, that's for sure. I think it's possible…well, I'm not sure how, but I think it's possible it came from another Kwami, or maybe some other kind of being like them."

A grandfather clock rang out once from somewhere in the hallway, deep and foreboding. Félix sat forward, his hands dangling between his knees. "And you want me to help you?"

Luka tucked the vial back away, nodding. "Yes, I do."

"You want me to be a hero?"

Ocean blue eyes met deep emerald green. "I want to be able to trust you, and have you trust me."

Félix snorted and sat back, reaching again for his glass. "Your Super Honey was right to kick you out. You're a fool." He drank, mouth twisting slightly as the whiskey burned down his throat. "You know who I am."

"I do know you. And I know who you could be," Luka said, intent on not backing down. The Peacock Miraculous sat heavily between them on the coffee table--from where they sat, it felt like it was the center of gravity itself, pulling them both toward it, forcing them to orbit around it. Luka wondered if he was getting through to him, if beneath all the steel walls his voice was reaching the center, to where Félix kept the most vulnerable of his heart.

Félix turned away from the jewel in the middle of the table, looking out the glass door instead. "Is Adrien truly intent on leaving home?" he asked, a blatant demand to change the subject.

It didn't necessarily mean he'd lost yet, so Luka accepted the change. "He's been on Nino's couch for a few weeks now. I don't think he's going back." That had been part of the fall-out of Gabriel's choices. One long year was spent trying to get back his perfect past with his wife, and he'd managed to lose that and his son at the same time. Just a few days after they had buried Emilie, this time for real, Adrien left home. Luka couldn't blame him. No one could.

"He's still too soft for it," Félix murmured, more to himself than to Luka.

Luka picked back up his own drink. "I think his softness serves him. He'll be alright." It wasn't like he was being disowned. After everything, Luka could hardly imagine Gabriel being spiteful enough to punish Adrien for leaving, especially when his actions caused it in the first place. Besides, that was just what kids did. They grew up. They left home. Granted, this hadn't been the most typical "leaving the nest" story, but plenty of them weren't easy either. "What song is this?" Luka asked. The stereo had been playing something new, and he'd been trying to catalogue it in the back of his mind since it had started.

Félix must have thought that funny. He smirked. "Giuseppe Tartini, Devil's Trill Sonata. G Minor."

"Huh. Never thought of you as a music person."

"I'm not," he replied, a bit more forcefully than Luka expected.

Luka shook his head and drank again. The song moved in turns, starting sweet, then quick and playful like a cat chasing a mouse. There were times when he thought he was getting somewhere with Félix, only for him to snap himself back up in his own shell again. He wondered how many other people had conversations with Félix that were entirely honest, where he wasn't bleeding all over them like a stubborn wound that refused to close.

Still, everyone deserved a chance to be afforded better. Life had given him that, over and over, so many times that there was no way to keep track. He could have died in the 1800s, but instead he was alive, alive and allowed to love the world's most miraculous girl. Félix could be good—he knew it. When no one else could, Luka would be the one to give him a second chance. The sonata trickled to its end before Félix finally spoke.

"I'll think on it."

#in the shadows mlb #lukanette #alternate universe #luka couffaine #felix graham de vanily #Nat's Monster In The Box

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pennedbykhaleel · 2 years

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The 5 Star Masseuse (Happy ending)

Pt. 1

The weeks before had been stressful or should I say, awful. The conferences took longer than I had hoped, and the seminars and training sessions were even worse. Well what to expect when you make a living teaching others how to wipe their own asses. I got back to my hotel room at 7pm. As always I got a room on the top floors, this time was the 7th floor. It came with a hanging balcony, projecting outwards and giving a perfect view of the city lights below. At nights when you sit out there, you see a spectacular starry night as if the lights below is somehow getting reflected above but from a farther distance.

I had called the hotel service to book me a massage service for tonight and now the clock was ticking past 7:45. I remember thinking the timing was weird I mean I’m used to hearing o’clock when people give me time. I suggested 8pm and she said that was perfect. I was laying on the bed feeling very tired to drag myself into the bathroom. I kicked off my shoes and adjusted into the bed and just before I closed my eyes I heard the doorbell. It only rang once and I opened my eyes, just in time to see the bedside clock flash 8:00. My masseuse was here.

“The door is not locked”, I said then struggled to get myself onto my feet. She was already in and unpacking her stuff. “Oh my God!”, the words escaped my mouth before I could even think to suppress them. She gave a light chuckle and said, “I’ve been called many names, darling but God sounds better”. She was very calm and flirty, top of all was her body. She was thick Lebanese lady about 5’8” tall with long straight legs. Her breasts were large and her nipples shown in her tank top as though they would shoot her way out. She wore yoga pants showing all her curves from waist down. She was saying, “Come now darling, let’s get you out onto the balcony”. I understood now what hotel service meant by “happy ending”. I was so glad I ticked that option. I wanted that. Fuck no! I needed that.

She set up a table about 3feet high and spread a white sheet over it. Then she called over her shoulders to me, “Don’t be shy”. I knew what she meant and I went closer. She motioned to my clothes and I stripped leaving only my boxers. I laid on my stomach and she dipped her hand into her hand bag and brought out little bottles of what appeared to be oil. In a squeeze and squirt sequence I was covered in the oils within 30secs. “Let’s begin”, she said. Her hands began its motion from my neck then made its way down my back. The first touches were ticklish and sent shivers down my spine. Then and there I knew I was in for the ride of a lifetime.

The pains and stress and whatever else in my body seemed to vanish anywhere she touched. She was particularly skilled in this the way her hands moved steadily and thoroughly over every muscle, every joint. It felt like she was resetting my bone formation. I couldn’t help my moans. I moaned to the chills of her impeccable hands rubbing on my body and to the relief from a stressful week. She was making her way down my thighs now and my legs felt paralyzed until she got to my heels and said, “turn over on your back”. I did exactly that. This time she started from my head. She tilted my head up and I was embarrassed to see how rock hard stiff I was down there. She walked towards her bag laying at the feet of the table where my legs were. Her butt and thighs jiggling in her yoga pants and she walked. She bent over to pick something in her bag. All this while I was fighting to suppress my hard on. She picked a bottle out and squeezed a liquid into her left palm then turned to face me, her nipples shooting at me. “Don’t look embarrassed, I have that effect on people”, She said with a smile. Her lips were thick and perfectly drawn. Her brown eyes shone even brighter against her light skin as she smiled.

After a full body massage she moved over to tilt my head upwards. She said to close my eyes for a second and so I did. She rubbed the side of my head and said, “this will calm your chi”. For brief moment I laid still then I felt something pulling my pants down. I opened my eyes slightly to take a peak at what was going on down there. She caught my eye and said, “You can open your eyes, better to see this”. With oily hands she grabbed my penis and said, “You’re a big boy” and she smiled. That smile again. I laid there motionless as she stroked me with a slippery hand whiles the other caressed my balls. Tonight was a full moon and the night sky felt alive. I could swear the figure in the moon was smiling down at me. She lowered her upper body, just low enough to have her bosom resting on the table at the soles of my feet. I noticed her lips were colored red now, yes she wore a red lipstick and with that smile that’ll break a heart, she took me into her mouth.

I felt the warmth slowly engulf my penis as she moved me in slowly down her throat. She kept going slow till all I could see was red perfect lips on my skin. At this point I was helpless, she had all the power in the world over me. Here I was under a black sky full of stars and a gigantic moon and as she moved her head up and down in a slow, sloppy and slippery motion, the sky seemed to glitter the more. I closed my eyes. Electric currents run up and down my spine. That same currents running through my veins. I couldn’t move. She kept the strokes going and with one hand, played with my balls. This combination almost gave me a nervous breakdown and I wish I could tell her to stop for a while so I could catch my breath but I just couldn’t muster the words. She had all the power in the world and I was just a mere object laying there powerless and so full of happiness. And suddenly I felt that adrenaline rush, I sat up fast and held her head down and with my penis buried deep in her throat, I busted. She kept playing with my balls as I moan loudly in pleasure. I’ve never cum so hard, felt my balls empty. She swallowed my nut as she stood up then she smiled at me and said, “Now you lay back and close your eyes for 30mins” then she started to pack the oil bottles into her bag. I stayed staring at her. No human on planet earth should have this much power over another. “What’s your name ma’am?” I asked helplessly

She smiled, finished packing her bag and then stood up to stare at me. She stared for a while then said, “I’m Nina”. As she said that, she started to walk away. I couldn’t help but ask, “Can I get your number?”. She didn’t even turn when she said, “Call front desk” then she closed the door. The night breeze washed over my face and I smiled. This really is a happy ending.

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fluffywing-e-tarot · 2 years

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Part 14 Custody battle for Tommy craft

A recognizable face

Alexis

Alexis entered the floor to hand over the Flashdrive of the information directly to Mr. Schlatt. The guards at the Elevator relieved Alexis of his weapons. Then let him, though. He knocked on the door.

“Enter,” James said. Quality opened the door and entered the room. The room was the same as last time he entered when he first returned, the only difference being the man in a dark green leather jacket and long straight ponytail sitting across from James. The shoulders were familiar; he had been looking at those shoulders for the past three years. And that made his stomach drop.

“Ah, Alex, perfect timing. Mr. Gold here is new in our company.” James said, “Perhaps you could show him around.”

Wilbur turned towards him. Alexis truly wished for the man in the room not to be Wilbur. As the chocolate eyes met his, Alexis firmly placed his acting mask on.

“Hello there, I’m Will Gold,” he said, extending his hand. Wilbur had changed his pronunciation to sound from a different region. There was a hearing aid attached to his right ear. That Alexis figured that was no doubt connected to Techno’s allies.

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Alexis Quackity.” Alexis shook Wilbur’s hand. “You can wait outside. I’ll be just a moment.” Wilbur left. Alexis glared. “Mr.Schlatt, the file’s that you wanted.”

Alexis handed over the collective Judgment branch information for the past two weeks. “Get the fuck out of my sight,” James said.

“Fuck you too, Sir,” Alexis said. Alex left the office right as a glass shattered against the wall.

“Now, where do you want to start,” Alexis said.

“Right here is good.”

“Alright, this floor is the ceo’s office as well as his fellow executives. As you’ve met Schlatt, there is no explanation needed there.” Alexis led the way explaining the purpose of the floor, especially to someone who wasn’t part of the secret hidden Mafia. When they arrive at the lift, the guards come out with their Personal effects. Alexis reupholstered his gun and put his phone in his pocket. He watched out of the corner of his eye Wilbur collect his own items.

“Thank you,” Wil said. To the guards

“I’ll give you the tour on the way down,” Alexis said.

They went through the Cafeteria, explaining that there was a Breakroom on each food. When they returned to the Elevator after exploring the Balcony. Wilbur leaned close to him. And he felt an earpiece be gently inserted into his ear. Wilbur brushed off a stray piece of Lint.

“ Hello, traitor,” Derick said, and it made a foreboding shiver run through him. When he ended the tour, he got an Elevator ID for Wilbur so that when Mr. Gold starts working.

Alexis had a few moments to himself. He pulled out his phone, covering the Earpiece that Wilbur planted on him.

“Could you not sound like you want to murder me,” Alexis said

“It’s perfectly reasonable for me to sound this way after you drove your ex into alcohol addiction,” Derick said. That sounded about right, Alexis thought, considering that they first met when Wilbur was practically passed out drunk.

“It wasn’t my plan to let him fall back into the Addictions,” Alexis said. “Isn’t it dangerous for you to talk with me? If they know about this, then you’re putting Tommy in danger.”

“That’s why I’m recruiting you. ” Derrick said, “We need someone who knows the inner workings .”

“And what will I Get out of this?”

“ Not being associated or having a Criminal record cleared for one thing, ” Derick said. The offer made him grit his teeth. It’s true, but it wasn’t what he truly wanted. “Anything else after that is up to you. ”

“Alright, what’s your plan?” Alexis said planning to play along

“It’s simple, really. We crush the company.”

Privious

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#my writing #custodybattlefortommycraft #quackity x wilbur #quakity #techno and wilbur twins #Wilbur soot #Derick is the name I use for Technoblade #jschlat #original characters #dreamsmp au #Custody battle

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lambden · 2 years

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no warnings, originally posted anonymously here

“Am I boring you?”

The shock bordering on offence in the lady’s tone pulls Geralt’s focus back to his surroundings. He isn’t quite sure why his mind had wandered so; had this young noblewoman thought to attack him, she could have slit his throat with ease. But the balcony doors to the main hall are propped open by large flower pots, and through the opening drifts not just warmth and laughter but music. Although he won’t admit it to the lady, Geralt had been distracted trying to work out which composition the bard was performing. Either a reworked classic or a new work entirely— but surely he’d know if it were the latter.

“No,” he supplies, a beat too late. Lady Varig squints suspiciously, resting her hands on her hips. She must have been sewn into her gown; nothing else could explain how perfectly the fabric clings to her curves. Were his attentions not currently elsewhere, Geralt could perhaps find himself swayed by her shiny, soft plaits of black hair, and the pair of fancy spectacles that he’s beginning to suspect she’s wearing for function and not fashion. As it is, he only gives her an appreciative look for a moment before the song from inside intrudes on his consciousness again. Geralt confesses with a sigh, “I’m not bored. My mind is just elsewhere.”

His answer obviously displeases the noblewoman, who folds her arms under her chest. Geralt respectfully looks away. “Hmm. I suppose this garden must not look very splendid to someone like you, who has travelled the whole Continent. But this is my favourite place in the world. My mother cultivated most of these plants herself!”

“I never said I didn’t like the garden.” Geralt glances around; it is pretty enough, common plants mingling with exotic flowers that stretch up to Geralt’s eye level. The aisles have been perfectly trimmed to allow for plenty of walking space but Geralt thinks he could still easily lose a handful of afternoons in here. “It’s lovely. I just meant—”

Before he can assuage the concerns of the offended lady, a loud squawk interrupts him so severely that Geralt nearly draws his sword, fearing a very pregnant cockatrice. It’s a good thing he doesn’t draw as he whirls around to see a peacock strutting towards them. Geralt declares, far too amused to be annoyed, “Who is this?”

🦚🦚🦚

“Ah, Geralt, there you are,” huffs Jaskier, dashing up to him with a half-emptied drink in hand. Despite the sour stench of wine and unfamiliar perfume oozing from the man’s pores, Geralt feels absurdly relieved at the sight of his friend. His lute has been stashed so hopefully Jaskier has no more performing to do this afternoon. “I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you all day! Have you really been chatting it up with the Lady Varig like everyone says?”

The witcher’s relief ebbs away as quickly as steam on a hot day. He had somehow forgotten that after spending hours schmoozing with nobility, Jaskier always tends to carry a certain air about him. The gossiping is nothing new, but Geralt still doesn’t want to hear a word more of it than he has to. To cut Jaskier’s fantastical ideas short, he quickly tells him, “No. I made a friend.”

“Oh?” The bard cocks one hip out, squinting at Geralt nearly dubiously— no, that’s not right, that isn’t doubt. It’s jealousy. Geralt fights the ridiculous urge to feel pleased. “I must confess that I’m envious of this stranger who you so quickly call your friend, when it took me years to work my charms on that cold, stony heart of yours— FUCK! Shitting arsehole—” cries Jaskier, tripping over his own feet and falling over onto his ass at the sight of something behind Geralt.

Geralt doesn’t even have to turn to see the offender as a second later the peacock calls, loud enough to make Jaskier quickly back away. He laughs loudly, shaking his head. “Jaskier, meet my new friend: Mister Feathers.”

“You’re fucking joking,” spits Jaskier. Geralt kneels to scratch the bird’s feathers along his neck against the grain, and the peacock keens into his touch, cooing gently. The bard stares, still prone on the ground. “Melitele’s nipples, you aren’t fucking joking, are you? How did you manage to charm such a beast?”

“Lady Varig told me he doesn’t usually take to strangers.” As if aware that the conversation is about him, Mister Feathers twists his beak in an attempt to nip at Geralt’s glove. Geralt allows it, still smiling gently. Jaskier gapes. “I think it’s my armour— she told me he was raised in a Nilfgaardian zoo, so he’s used to black clothes.”

Jaskier finally gets back up, dusting himself off and wiping grass from his trousers. The peacock stares with beady, angry eyes, his tail shifting slightly, and the bard scoffs. “No, I think he thinks you’re his new mate! Just wait until I tell Roach about this, you philanderer!”

“You’re being silly.” Geralt pulls his hand away from the peacock’s beak, scratching just behind his ear. “There’s more than enough room in my cold, stony heart for Roach and for Mister Feathers.”

“Oh, I’m being silly, am I!” Jaskier retrieves his spilled glass from the ground, glaring daggers at both Geralt and the bird. “Very well. I was going to ask if you’d like something to eat but I don’t expect you’ll come inside to fill a plate.”

“Mister Feathers is, sadly, confined to the garden.” Geralt pats the bird once more and then stands, rolling his shoulders. “But I could use a drink.”

The joy that blossoms over Jaskier’s face is well worth the teasing; Geralt soaks in it, smiling back oddly. Then the bard bends slightly to offer Geralt his arm; the material of his doublet hardly even creases. He must have spent a small fortune on the ostentatious blue and pink get-up, with all the small embroidery work on both shoulders and the floral design creeping up his back. It does bring out a gorgeous colour in his complexion and it makes his eyes pop, although Geralt wouldn’t admit that even if his neck were on an executioner’s block.

He really has missed the bard all day. That must be why he throws caution to the wind and does something neither of them expected, stepping forward to take Jaskier’s proffered hand. Geralt’s unruly heart pounds as Jaskier’s eyes widen almost comically in surprise, but the moment their palms collide, the bard’s face changes into one of abject pain.

“Ow, fucking hell,” shouts Jaskier as the peacock pecks his calf, obviously intent on murder. Geralt quickly retracts his hand and moves away but the damage has been done; Mister Feathers doesn’t relent until there’s several paces of distance between Geralt and Jaskier, besieging the bard’s expensive boots and completely ignoring his cries. Only after separating them does the bird return to Geralt, and then before Geralt can offer any sort of apology, his beautiful and majestic tail fans out between them.

The feathers are very nearly too tall for Geralt to see over; he rocks up onto his tiptoes to get a better look at a wounded, sulking Jaskier. Geralt can’t help it. He laughs again, harder than he has in weeks. As he wipes his eyes, Jaskier’s anger only grows, but Geralt can’t stop chuckling.

“Not sure what’s so damn funny,” Jaskier grouses. “I’m not the one who got mistaken for a peahen! You’re about to become Missus Feathers, and there you are, laughing your stupid head off!”

“He— he thinks,” Geralt starts, then doubles over in laughter. “It’s because of your fucking outfit, he thinks you’re his competition. That you’re trying to court me, with your coat and your— fuck! The stockings!”

“I hope that bird pecks your prick clean off,” howls the man. Finally he backs off, heading back towards the hall; Mister Feathers takes his departure as a sign of victory and shakes his tail feathers once more before lowering them.

Still wheezing, Geralt calls, “Jaskier, just so you know, this is my favourite thing that’s ever happened to you. You’ve got to put this in a song!”

Jaskier isn’t capable of squawking the way the peacock does, but the rude gesture he makes says it all.

🦚🦚🦚

The sun begins to slope down towards the horizon as the afternoon descends into twilight, but still Jaskier makes no reappearance. Neither does the Lady Varig; she must be occupied inside with her other guests. Geralt makes good use of the time, refilling his potions and harvesting what ingredients he can from the garden. But eventually he tires of flipping through his bestiary and old letters, and he wonders if he should brave the wrath of Mister Feathers and go seek out Jaskier inside the party.

“Shouldn’t disturb him,” Geralt muses aloud, even as he cranes to hear any music or snippets of conversation from inside. “Witchers aren’t invited to events like this because people want to drink and dine with us. People will either turn and run when they see me, or they’ll parade me around all night like exotic entertainment.”

As though he understands, the peacock coos. Geralt starts; he’d forgotten the bird was still following him around. Even curled up in the grass at his feet the animal looks exalted enough that Geralt can see why the nobility would desire to keep it here. But there are a limited number of peacocks left in the world, and even though Geralt doesn’t begrudge the Lady Varig her attachment to the pet, he thinks he would be better off not here or in a Nilfgaardian zoo but in Toussaint, where he could freely roam as he liked and perhaps even breed with other birds.

“You’re not likely to get anywhere with me,” Geralt informs the peacock, smiling gently. “Even if I wasn’t sterile, I’m not sure you’re my type. Quick temper, loud as hell, dressed so flamboyantly…” He hums. “Hmm. Well. Maybe there’s a reason why I like you.”

The bird shuffles around on the grass before settling down again. He cranes his neck to look up at Geralt, and Geralt sighs, surprisingly affected by the solitude.

“You’re very beautiful,” he tells Mister Feathers. “But I’m afraid you’re a poor excuse for who I really wish I was spending this party with.” The revelation is surprisingly candid, and not something Geralt has voiced aloud before; he stares at the peacock, dumbfounded. “All this one-sided conversation is getting dangerous. See, that’s why I need him here, because he fills the silence. I don’t have to think so hard, I can just… ah. I see.”

Unaware of the churning whirlpool of thoughts threatening to consume Geralt, the bird tilts his head and chirps quietly. Geralt reaches down absent-mindedly to scratch his feathers, and since he’s so distracted, he misses the figure approaching them. But Mister Feathers doesn’t, quickly nipping Geralt before rising up onto his talons again.

Geralt lifts his head to see Jaskier, lit from behind as he exits the event and wanders towards them in the garden. He’s changed into different clothes; gods know where he managed to secure an entirely new outfit, but he looks stunning in this one too. The doublet and trousers are dark red like unspilled blood or freshly poured wine, and the bright white collar of his shirt peeks out from under. This outfit is nearly more striking, as Jaskier prefers brighter hues for parties like this. Geralt realizes his jaw has fallen open, and quickly moves to right it, pursing his lips but not quite able to wrench his gaze away from Jaskier.

“There!” The bard does a dramatic turn, showing off his clothing with a wave of his hand. “Surely this is less breathtaking, yes? Am I safe from your jealous bird?”

Unfortunately the outfit still sets the peacock off— or maybe it isn’t the clothing at all, but Jaskier’s body language or perhaps the man himself. Jaskier winces as Mister Feathers begins to get obviously riled up again, but Geralt, tired of this charade, lowers his hands to pet the bird once more. He signs Axii, scratching the magic into the peacock’s feathers and imbuing each touch with the desire for calmness and an end to the feud.

Obediently, Mister Feathers calms down and curls up at the witcher’s feet once more. Geralt sets aside the bestiary in his lap, and then pats the bench beside him for Jaskier to come and sit. Very slowly and nervously, he does, only finally relaxing once he’s made it into the seat without any interference from the snuggly peacock.

There’s a strange light in Jaskier’s eyes; Geralt expected to find him drunk and occupied, so it’s disquieting to see him sober and thoughtful. Geralt, suddenly ravenous to hear him speak after hours spent in the company of a less talkative friend, begins, “So. Tell me about your evening.”

“Oh,” Jaskier stammers— perhaps he’d had something else in mind. Geralt tilts his head, considering, but before he can piece two and two together the bard blurts out, “Well, the entire noble court is in a tizzy right now because apparently, the Lady Varig’s uncle’s date is a well-known courtesan in the area and not, in fact, the Lady Varig’s aunt.”

“Hmm,” rumbles Geralt, perfectly content as he listens to Jaskier. He wants to share his revelation with the bard, but there will be time enough for that later. For now, this is all he needs.

#my writing #flash fic challenge #geraskier fic #geraskier #TEN THOUSAND PEACOCK EMOJIS #all the fics this round were fantastic #for more peacocking fun check out the collection!!

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bloody-peach · 2 years

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My Pet Caretaker [FNAF smut: Android!SoftDom!Sun x Fem!Sub!Reader]

[Inspired by @fatgumsupremacy 's FNAF drawings and headcanons]

(Above art by @fatgumsupremacy)

Goodies: Dom/Sub, masturbation (m & f), sex toys, collar, daddy kink, praise kink, size difference, size kink (big dick), oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, fluff, cum swallowing, slight biting and licking, cum addiction, voyeurism, cursing, LOTS of pet names [if I think of any more, I'll edit this list]

Author's notes: Okay, so I saw some art done by my bestie, Festen. It then inspired me to make my own art based on it (I'll provide a reddit link to them at the end). Then after that, I decided to write a little fic attached to it. So here is that fic. Enjoy!

Now Playing (what music helped me write this): Pogo - Forget, Shivaree - Goodnight Moon (slowed and reverb), Gorillaz - She's My Collar (slowed and reverb) [the edit I uploaded on my personal blog], Gimme More x The Way I Are x Sexyback mashup, Havana x Gimme More mashup, KIRA - Piece of Art, And One - Traumfrau

Taglist: @fatgumsupremacy @omniuravity

Sun always looked forward to the end of the day. The kids gone, the plex closed, all the lights (except the daycare’s) going out, just pure solitude. Well....not really.

He could hear the soft feminine moaning that was coming from his balcony starting to get a bit louder, along with a squishing sound. A grin grew across his face, as he knew exactly what was going on. Someone left the door open again...

He proceeded to climb up the play structure, the growing erection already starting to make his pants tighten up. He could hear the moaning grow louder the more he got closer, almost reaching a peak when he leaped and landed perfectly on the balcony.

He walked into the room, passing the table with robot parts, some plushies thrown about, a few toys here and there. But he was more interested in what was past the small round door and on the other side of the porthole that led to his room.

A young woman was sitting on a large block, groping one of her breasts, her nude body lightly glistening with sweat, moaning as she was using a pretty yellow vibrator to pleasure herself. She was so deep in the throes of pleasure that she almost didn’t notice the android entering the room.

Sun smiled as he started to undress and said in a deeper voice, “Having fun, sunshine? Don’t worry, daddy’s home.”

About a month ago, Sun was told he was receiving a new caretaker, a woman named ‘[Y/N]’. He wanted to get to know this new friend more before he met her, so with his connection to the internet in his programming, he was able to gain access to her social media pages and investigate.

And to say he liked what he saw was a huge understatement.

Seeing her in so many cute outfits on one site was pretty fun, but then he ran across a folder that was locked and called ‘Private’. Luckily he ran some codes and was able to open it. And what he found was like finding the Holy Grail of horny young-adult selfies.

[Y/N] was in so many ‘risque’ outfits that it wasn’t even funny. There was the cute PlayBoy bunny costume for Halloween one year, a swimsuit that barely covered her secret areas, and a short crop top that showed off the undersides of her breasts and skirt that almost showed her panties? He had to start palming his cock to keep himself from losing his sanity.

And of course, he let Moon get in on the action and it almost made him go feral.

The day Sun finally met [Y/N], he made sure to keep his little expedition secret and they hit it off really well. She got along great with the kids, her and Sun were best friends, and everything was going smoothly.

After a few weeks, it was on Sanitation Day that changed everything. The daycare was closed, so no kids were present in the entire area. Sun was looking for [Y/N] and heard her voice coming from under the desks. He didn’t know what was going on, so he went to investigate. What he found was [Y/N] with her bare breasts exposed and her hand down her skirt, clearly enjoying herself. Sun silently gulped at the sight and since her eyes were closed, he decided to get a closer look.

He crawled up to her, making sure to keep his movements silent, and watched as [Y/N] groped her breast and once he was in front of her, he heard her whisper, “Ah...S..Sunny...y..yes...right there...haahh..!”

Oh my Lord, Sun couldn’t get any harder than he was right then.

Not long after that, [Y/N] shut her mouth tight to hold her moans from getting too loud as her body clenched and her panties were getting soaked, showing she was cumming. After she was done, she tried to catch her breath for a minute before opening her eyes. They shot wide open when they saw Sun very close to her, his face as red as a tomato and a huge smile on his face. Frozen in horror, [Y/N] asked, “How much of that did you see..?” “Enough to hear my name.” Her skin went cold and she asked timidly, “D..Does this mean I’m fired..?” “No, far from it. In fact, I just thought of a game we can play, just you and me.”

And ever since, Sun and Moon have kept [Y/N] in their room, where she became their little pet. Satisfying each other’s desires when no one else was around, taking her job as ‘caretaker’ to the sexual extreme. After a while, the other employees and even the higher-ups found out, but didn’t really care. As long as [Y/N] was keeping an eye on Sun and preventing any trouble from Moon, it was all good.

Sun grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled a small yellow plastic stick out of the pocket, which had a slider and dial. He slowly slid the slider up, causing the vibrator to get more intense and make [Y/N] hold in her moans. “Aww, you’re just so cute when you do that! But it's okay, there’s no need to hold them in anymore. The kids are gone for the day, it’s just us now. So let them all out for me, ok?” It didn’t take long for [Y/N] to oblige once he increased the intensity of the vibrator. He always loved hearing her moaning for him, especially when she was putting on a show.

Sun walked up to her as she tried to keep her squirming to a minimum. Sun kneeled down and said as he took the ribbon from his wrist and put it around [Y/N]’s neck, putting the bell front and center, “Your poor thing, you must’ve been craving me all day. I’m so proud of you for keeping yourself busy with this toy while you waited for me. Such a good girl deserves a reward, now, doesn’t she?” [Y/N] looked at Sun with small tears in her eyes as she could only wordlessly nod. Sun then turned his gaze to the toy inside his pet and said, “But first...let’s take care of this.”

He then reached his hand toward her and placed his hand on her belly to gently push down so her walls pressed more on the toy, which caused her to gasp and moan loud. “D..Daddy...I..It’s...So much...I..I can’t..!” “Can’t what, sunshine?” He then put the thumb from that hand onto her clit, rubbing gentle circles on it. [Y/N] cried out, “I..I can’t take it anymore..! Please..Please let me cum..!” “Of course, angel. Go ahead and cum for me.” Not long after, [Y/N] let out a long moan and the toy was soaked with juice as her orgasm made her see stars, the vibration soon causing a second orgasm to commence.

Once she was done, Sun shut the toy off and gently took it out of his pet, marveling at the amount of juice on it then giving it a long lick. “Mmm..sweet as always.” He then eyed [Y/N]’s still twitching pussy, which gave him an idea. “Sorry, darling. Before you get your fill, I gotta get mine. I’m sure you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” he said as he put the toy away and moved himself in between [Y/N]’s legs. [Y/N] looked down and panted, “I...I don’t know if I can, Daddy...” He looked up to her face from her groin and said, “Just do your best for me, ok?” And with that, he dove in and started eating her out.

[Y/N] moaned at the overstimulation and put one hand on the block for stability and put her other hand through Sun’s long golden hair, which was starting to glow in certain areas. It was a cute thing the creators added to make a little lightshow for the kids, but it always tended to flare up when he was deeply aroused. She felt him reach deep into her wet tunnel, trying to get as much juice as he could onto his tongue. His tongue always felt so hot, no matter where it was on her body. Somehow, he always knew the right spots to hit to get [Y/N] moaning and squirming. “Ahh...haah...! I...It’s too much..! S..Sunny..I--” Sun immediately stopped and bit on her clit, causing her to yelp. He brought his face up to look at her and he had a stern expression. “Rule breaker. When we’re playing, you call me Daddy. Do I have to have Moon come out and teach you that lesson again?” [Y/N] knew what that meant. Moon was usually pretty gentle when it came to their game, but when he was in Punish mode, he gets really rough to the point of drawing blood and leaving bruises and marks, making her have to hide away for a few days while they healed.

She really didn’t want that, with how sensitive she was right now. Plus she was already so close to cumming again, she didn’t want Moon making it go away with pain.

“N-No! Please! Not that! I’m sorry, Daddy! Please keep licking me, Daddy!” “Will you promise to be good from now on?” “Yes! I promise! I’ll be a good girl! Just please keep going!” With a smirk, he gave her clit a kiss then kept on eating her out. After a few minutes, [Y/N] could feel the familiar tension building inside her and soon enough, she came once again, putting both her hands on Sun’s head. She could feel him drinking the juice coming out, causing [Y/N] to feel slightly embarrassed. Once that was done, he pulled back, wiped his face, and licked his hand clean. He then looked at [Y/N] with a smile and said, “Good girl.”

Sun stood up and [Y/N] got on her knees in front of him, waiting for his next command. Sun took his cock and started to pump it, making [Y/N] stare in hunger, some drool dripping from the side of her mouth.

Funny thing about the androids. They were put through something called ‘The Realism Project’ and were given neat doo-dads that made them more closer to humans, so to make them seem less scary. But there must’ve been a pervert in control of the project, because they were given functional genitals with simulated nerves and even each android’s specific kind of cum, which was body-safe and completely edible. Monty’s was colorless yet lemon flavored, Roxy’s was lime green and lime flavored, Chica’s was sparkly white and tasted like marshmallows, and Sun’s was a pretty luminous rainbow hue that tasted like those liquid lollipops (specifically sweet blue raspberry). And as it turns out, [Y/N] got addicted to his cum real quick, craving it almost daily. Same goes for Moon’s cum, which was galaxy colored and tasted like vanilla.

They didn't skimp in the visual department either. They made sure to give the androids more realistic looking parts to match their TPE skin. Sun's cock was long and thick, probably close to 6 inches, and had a few faint veins painted on. The head was a nice reddish pink and the tip was already starting to leak rainbow pre-cum.

“I can see you’ve been waiting for this, huh? Me too. You always make Daddy proud with that mouth of yours. Let’s see how desperate you are today.” He let go and let [Y/N] take the reins, her grabbing it and continuing the pumping motion. She started to give the head and shaft soft kisses then proceeded to lick along the shaft and head. Sun let out a soft sigh as he gently tousled [Y/N]'s hair then gripped her head. She soon slid the head into her mouth, rotating her tongue around it. It wasn't long until she slid the rest in and started to suck on it, moaning in the process. She could already taste the cum on her tongue, which made her start to drool. Sun smiled as he watched his girl be completely addicted to him. He felt so happy that the boss chose her as his caretaker. "You're doing such a good job, sunshine. Try not to choke like last time."

[Y/N] was too lost in the moment to hear him. She soon started to slide her hand down to her pussy and play with herself as she sucked. Sun noticed, saying, "Aww, is my little angel wanting my cock inside her that badly? How adorable! Tell ya what. Swallow all of my cum and I'll do just that." Sun gently brought [Y/N]'s head up a tiny bit with the tips of his fingers on her chin so she was looking at him. "You think you can do that for me, baby girl? Pretty please?" [Y/N] gently nodded and proceeded to suck harder and take more of him into her mouth. Sun started to thrust his hips as he felt his climax approaching. Soon enough, he let out a groan and let his cum flood into [Y/N]'s mouth and down her throat. She happily gulped as much as she could, but some drops dripped onto her breasts and got on her face.

When she pulled out to look at her man, he was smiling, but shook his head in an 'oh you' fashion. "Silly, you made such a mess. Here." He ran his fingers around her mouth and along her breasts, picking up some drops of cum and bringing it to her mouth. "Let me help you clean up," he finished. [Y/N] let her slightly cum-coated tongue out and licked Sun's fingers clean, a few tiny moans escaping. After that, he repeated the process until her face and breasts were clean. [Y/N] then noticed some drops on the floor, so she bent down and licked them up until the floor was completely clean. Sun smiled and knelt down to her height, kissed her forehead and said, "You're a great helper." That compliment earned Sun the smile that he adored so much.

Sun gently grabbed [Y/N] and laid her on the pile of pillows they shared as a bed. He took his time with this because he loved seeing his cute little girlfriend in his bed, looking so exhausted from all the fun they’ve had, and relished in the fact that she belonged only to him and Moon. No one else.

He then put both hands on her hips and leaned over her, their faces close and his long hair spilling down and brushing along the edges of [Y/N]’s face. This moment always made [Y/N]’s heart throb and her face heat up from feelings other than sexual arousal. There was no denying that she had developed feelings for Sun as they played this game. She even confessed to him one time and he was more than happy to hear that, because he felt the same way the instant he met her.

“Whatcha thinkin’, sunshine?” [Y/N] felt embarrassed when she realized she zoned out. “I-uh, well...I was thinking about how we met. I still remember that big goofy smile you gave me when you saw me.” “Me too, I haven’t smiled that big in a long time.” “Really?” “Yeah. Sure I smiled, but they weren’t really genuine. Kids were always afraid of me and it got really lonely when it was just me... I’m happy you’re here with me, Sunshine. I love you.” [Y/N] felt a tiny tear in her eye as she smiled and said, “I love you too.” She wrapped her arms around Sun’s neck and kissed him deeply. Sun, of course, returned the kiss, but then he slowly slid himself inside her, causing her to moan in his mouth.

When the kiss broke, [Y/N] moaned and Sun started to pepper her neck with kisses as he started to thrust. His size alone filled [Y/N] to the brim, the tip being able to reach her cervix and tap it with each hit. It was a good thing she came a few times before they did this, since her juices helped him slip in and out with ease. “Ahhh..! D..Daddy..! It feels so good...keep going..!” Sun made his thrusts even deeper as he smiled and asked, “[Y/N]..You like that? Do ya?” “Y-Yes! More! Do it more..! Please make me cum..!” “Fuck...You’ll make me cum first if you keep squeezing like that! Gah, so good..!”

The both of you were in it for quite a while, changing positions a few times. When you both lied on your sides, Sun behind you, lifting your leg and thrusting into you, your groin starting to glow in many colors dimly with his cum. This was one of Sun and Moon's favorite positions to do, since they could easily whisper sweet words into [Y/N]'s ear. "Ah yes..you're so pretty like this..mmm..wish we could play forever.." [Y/N] felt her pussy walls clamp up when Sun licked her neck. Sun couldn't help but groan, "Ngh..yes...just like that...keep doing that and I'll fill you up so good..." After a short bit, Sun asked, "[Y/N]...are you..hgn..happy here with me..?" [Y/N] put her free hand up to rest on Sun's head, moaning, "Yes...ohh I'm so happy.." "Good...I'm happy too...god you feel so good...I love you..I love you so much...please stay with me always.." "I..I will! I promise..! I love you too..!" It was then that Sun quickened his pace and said, "I..I'm gonna cum...please...please let Daddy fill you..." "Y-Yes! I'm gonna cum too! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy! I need it so badly..!" A few more thrusts were enough to bring their undoing and Sun's warm cum flooded into [Y/N]'s walls and womb. She could feel how hot it felt pooling inside her. Their union leaked a mixture of clear milky cum and glowing rainbow cum.

The couple rode their highs for a while until Sun turned [Y/N] around and kissed her deeply, holding her close to him, his cock being kept warm in her pussy. [Y/N] soon broke it to whispered, "I love you." "Say that again," Sun responded softly, their foreheads touching. [Y/N] obliged, saying, "I love you." Not long after that, the lights finally went out for the night and as they laid there, [Y/N] saw softly glowing red eyes meeting hers along with long messy white hair. Moon said in an exhausted voice, "Just in time." [Y/N] smiled and snuggled to her second lover, closing her eyes. "Good night, Moon. I love you." Moon petted [Y/N]'s hair as he whispered, "I love you too." And the two lovers fell asleep still in coitus, their night of passion finally over......for now.

pic(s) [girl I used for pictures is from my FNAF comic project]:

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