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5 headcanons for an au, afohiko version because you KNOW i gotta: does Beholder!AfO/Lonely!Gran Torino work as a Elias/Peter parallel because now that i've typed it out, i've realized that lonelyeyes is ALSO a fanon divorced ship
OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO RIGHT
1- AfO has been an avatar of the Beholding since before Yoichi died. He was always so desperately curious about how every possible quirk functioned, their mechanics, their strengths, their weaknesses, their flaws- he wanted to pick them apart. He wanted to pick their wielders apart, too, but only if the quirk wasn't as interesting as the body it was attached to. He knows that devoting himself to fear leads to functional immortality, in some cases, but he has several lifespan-extending quirks. As failsafes. Just in case.
2- Sorahiko has always been... aimless. He's always driven everyone away, at first by virtue of his personality, then later on he started doing it purposefully. He finds people to be more annoying than they seem to think they are. He's never been particularly motivated to do anything, which is why he turned to fighting rings instead of college or the usual customer-facing jobs that lay ahead of anyone who doesn't get a degree of some kind. He doesn't have to talk to win. He just doesn't like the attention paid to him by the audience, all the crowds, sweating and screaming like insects or pigs- no, he doesn't like it at all. He quit the fighting rings but kept the habitual quick resorts to violence as well as quirk use, which led to some interesting consequences.
3- AfO finds out about this mysterious man who seems to be a Lonely avatar and is definitely an efficient murderer, so he's got to meet him and possibly get him to join his operations instead of letting him keep killing everyone who annoys him! Because the people who annoy him are usually AfO's minions and he doesn't like that!
4- Sorahiko tries to push away this weird guy who reeks of Beholding. It doesn't work. He's stuck on like a goddamn barnacle and he guesses that technically, if he really wanted to get away from this guy he could just stop going on assassination contracts but he likes getting money for throwing people into the Lonely, which is what he would be doing anyway, so. He will deal. He will not get attached. He will not.
5- After Sorahiko has unfortunately gotten attached to the weird Beholding dude, he finds out about the whole "shadow leader of the underground" thing and he's like "ah. Dabbling in a web alignment, are we?" so that's an argument that they've had going for forever. On the plus side, this is what motivates Sorahiko to return AfO's advances because hey! Nobody's going to mess with the boogeyman's boyfriend! He also does legitimately want to return the advances but he's also got an ego so he's hiding behind excuses lol
+1- They do, in fact, pull a lonelyeyes and get divorced several times.
#just so you know ive been holding off on the afohiko tma crossovers but now. it is Time#you have unleashed a monster i hope you realize#afohiko#mha#tma ish#shih-shoulda-had-it#ask game#asks
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tell it to my heart // jenson button (instagram au!)
summary: jenson and his pop-culture icon wifey celebrate their wedding anniversary and the fans reminisce on how they got there.
pairing: jenson button x 2000s actress! reader
faceclaim: sarah michelle gellar
notes: genuinely sarah michelle and freddie prinze have my whole fucking heart…he’s truly and utterly infatuated by her and they just love each other so much, I’m getting weepy just looking at their wedding photos-
2000sthrowbacks On this day in 2010, "Scooby-Doo" and "I Know What You Did Last Summer" actress Y/N Y/L/N announced her engagement to Formula 1 driver Jenson Button. To celebrate, we're counting down our favorite Y/N roles, starting with Daphne Blake in "Scooby-Doo" and "Scooby-Doo: Monsters Unleashed!"
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user how jenson bagged this baddie i will never understand
-> jensonbutton i still don't understand it either but i love her and she loves me and i hope it stays that way
user mother
user I can’t believe they’ve been married for ten years already….they haven’t aged a day
user I love how they’re both majorly successful in their own fields yet still managed to make time to support each other, even when it meant that YN had to turn down an audition for ‘the ghost of girlfriends past’ so she could be there to watch brawn win the championship
user real talk, has jenson ever asked her to wear the buffy the vampire slayer costume in bed (because if i was him that's what i'd be doing)
->y/nbutton only once and it was awkward for both of us.
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jensonbutton happy anniversary to the love of my life, the most beautiful woman in the world, the mother of my children. she's definitely too cool for me, and i take that in stride. in fact, on the day we got married, fernando asked me if i still wanted to go through with the wedding, and that i should tie you down before you realized you could have literally any man in the world. needless to say, it felt surreal that you chose me. we've spent fourteen beautiful years together, and i can't wait for fourteen more.
i love you, y/n.
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y/nbutton i love you more and more with every passing day xx
fernandoalonso you were punching way above your weight class hermano
-> jensonbutton and yet im the one with a wife and you're not?
-> fernandoalsonso shut up
alex_albon she's everything, he's just ken
-> user LMAO ALEX WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
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user dilf
-> y/nbutton agreed.
-> user milf
-> jensonbutton yes.
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I know everyone loves the evil power couple trope with Ascended Astarion, but what about something angst?
What if you slowly descend into madness, slowly become more of a monster, more of what he feared most. The first years or centuries where you two are together you are the grounding force, you are the one helping him retain his humanity, you are the one helping him from fully descending and becoming like his master, or even worse.
But with time you slowly start losing everyone you love, everyone you care for, anyone you start making an honest connection with. They'd either slowly vanish from your life or Astarion's fits of jealousy would get the better of them. Some would die peacefully, others would find their way back to you in pieces.
You'll have to come to terms that nothing really matters, nothing except Astarion. Your master, your lover, your world, the only person who would be with you, forever, for better or worse.
This is where the roles reverse and he's the one who's doing his best to hold onto the person he once fell in love with, doing his best to not fully lose you, but even with all of his power, he feels powerless.
After you start becoming worse he decides to finally sequester you into that deep chamber he talked about centuries ago. At first you would get the occasional visits from your servants, but gradually all of those visits will subside and the only one coming through that door would be Astarion.
The only blood you will be allowed to consume will be his, he will be your life force, figuratively and literally. Your entire life will revolve only around him. Finally, you'll be the obedient pet he once wanted.
One day he would cup your face and stare into your eyes, hoping to see the person he once fell in love with, slowly realizing what he has done, maybe a tear could run down his cheek which he'd instantly brush off, burying those thoughts deep inside him, as deep as his old self was burried. "The person of your dreams, the hope of them, is your own worst enemy"
Centuries after he will finally let you out, you will be a true vampire yes, why wouldn't he grant you that when your entire life is now dedicated to him, you will be practically worshipping him, entirely devoted to him, body and soul (or what's left of it anyway) You will be a strong vicious beast ready to be unleashed whenever he desires.
Years, centuries or millena of this Astarion would slowly start wishing for an adventurer to come and end his suffering, his and yours.
You dying in his arms with a smile on your face, your cold fingers touching his face as you tell him that you love him one last time, yours eyes finally closing forever. Or idk maybe both of you dying together at the same time? romantic~
#astarion#astarion ancunin#ascended astarion#vampire lord astarion#I NEED A FIC OF THIS#just a bunch of jumbled up thoughts i had lately#bg3#baldur's gate 3#mims rambles#bg3 rambles#astarion x you#astarion angst#astarion romance#sorry tried to keep it short :c#baldurs gate 3
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Hi dear, i have a special request. What about yandere Entity with a reade who find a way to escape. The Entity obvious don´t whant them to leave. <3
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Creative ask! Underneath normal circumstances, I believe that it’s basically impossible to escape the Entity, so I had to get creative xD I hope that the method of escape I picked is lore-friendly enough! And I hope you like it as result!
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The Entity
The Entity is a mysterious force that lures unsuspecting souls into its realm. Souls that have often been tainted- touched by death’s essence.
To the outside worlds- past, present and future, alternate reality or not, it is but a myth. A whisper in the dark. But to most of those who find themselves trapped within its grasp, it is a nightmare made into reality.
You stumbled into this otherworldly domain after the death of a loved one, drawn in by an eerie curiosity just outside of the crematorium center that soon swayed you into the unknown through a trick of the eye.
Little did you know, your mere presence instantly awakened the Entity’s interest, and eventually its possessive nature, after you started traversing though the fog- eventually trying to find a way out.
At first, the Entity appeared as a benevolent guide, offering solace and shelter in its strange realm from dangers you could sense, but never see. Yet, behind the veiled kindness laid a sinister desire to keep you captive, to possess your every thought, whim and every little part of your being. Your soul especially.
You quickly realized the Entity’s infatuation, its twisted affection made further prevalent after you accidentally stumbled upon a haunting replica of your own past. A memory made physical, but never real. The people you cared about weren’t there, and the animals you did see just didn’t look alive. As if they lacked heart.
As the night stretched ever endlessly, you came to yearn for freedom- for a way out of this suffocating imprisonment. With every attempt to escape, the Entity's affection morphed into perceivable fury from the surrounding environment, its once soothing whispers turning into menacing warnings. You knew the risks, the danger of crossing such a mighty being, but the desire for freedom burned brighter than any fear. Even though you were still unaware of the realm's true purpose, its minions, and the actual victims trapped within.
Through sheer determination and cunning, you eventually pieced together forgotten fragments of lore and ancient whispers, not only revealing to you the realm’s true nature, but also uncovering a hidden passage that promised escape after a long time of searching. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, you set your plan into motion, long since haven found a way to evade the Entity's watchful gaze by using a strange yellow flower that oozed with a fluorescent yellow substance.
In the distance, near a tunnel made up mostly of stone bricks and various human body parts in different states of decay, you eventually found this potential way out. And it was made further evident as the yellow ooze’s potency sharply reduced after you jumped through the black mists that originally blocked up its entrance.
The escape was fraught with peril, every step echoing with the Entity's enraged cries and your nose tormented by the constant scent of decay. Shadows and mist alike twisted and writhed, attempting to ensnare you, but you pressed on, fueled by the flickering hope of freedom as you warded it with the unusual flower’s nectar. As you neared the exit, the Entity's desperation peaked, unleashing its full wrath upon you, a whirlwind of dark energy and desperate pleas. Even the unspoken threat of using the killers against you as you heard the rearing of chainsaws and the bone chilling screams of monsters echo from all around you.
With a final surge of willpower, you broke through the threshold, a familiar world outside welcoming you with open arms. Gasping for much needed air and a heart pounding wildly, you glanced back at the realm- a large hole in the surrounding morning mist that seemed to collapse in on itself. The Entity's form flickered beyond it in the distance, a mix of fury and heartbroken anguish etched upon its fading shadows- writhing in on itself.
You had escaped the clutches of the Entity, but its haunting presence always lingers in your memories. The chilling whispers and phantom touches serve as a constant reminder of the harrowing ordeal. Yet, with each passing day, you have found some solace in the newfound freedom, vowing to never forget the haunting dance with the possessive being that may almost have claimed your very soul, and to make sure that you’d never fall into its shadows ever again.
After all, despite your escape, the Entity persistently seeks ways to reclaim its hold, attempting to ensnare you from afar—a chilling reminder to remain ever vigilant against its unseen clutches.
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Hello Dear! It's me again 🤭 thank you for answering my ask earlier. 🙏
Can you do an Evil Durge x Spawn Astarion instead pretty please 🙏 i guess angst is expected but let's see what you think about it. 🤭
Thank you so much!! 🥹🥹🥹
Hmm… Ok, let's see what we can do!
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Astarion x Evil Durge
You are scared, but you know you have no choice.
You need to end what you started, and you can't do it without Bhaal's powers.
Astarion is shocked with your choice, but you both hope you have some time together before madness takes over you again.
But he will leave once you aren't yourself anymore. Once you are too dangerous, you are doomed.
"In a thousand years, when I've all but forgotten how to love yet again, you'll flit back into my heart, and I'll weep wondering what happened to my mad love."
How much do you have?
What are you now exactly?
You turn into the Slayer to strike fear in your enemies, and you are sometimes so drunk with violence you can't turn back.
And Astarion goes looking for you, catching you and dragging you back to your normal form.
He isn't afraid. But he should be.
You keep asking him why he is still with you.
But you know the answer without his bantering.
You are so much worse than him. Astarion did horrible things. Astarion's body is tainted, and dirty - there is nothing but horrors in his past.
If someone else was in your place, Astarion would contemplate if he ruined you.
Not with you.
Necrophilia, infanticide, all sorts of assaults, and body horrors. You don't remember that but you were a much bigger monster than he is.
"I will save you. I will find the way," he tells you.
You hope for at least a decade of peaceful life. It's enough to find a cure, to condemn the curse.
Unfortunately, you never get what you want.
Once the tadpoles are removed, your lover has to go into hiding, and you...
You lose yourself to the madness.
The bloodlust, the fury, the violence… You unleash it all and go to commit the unimaginable horrors in the name of Bhaal.
Years pass, then decades, then centuries. Sometimes you hibernate. Like a sleeping dragon, sometimes mercenaries are sent after you, and you flay them alive.
Sometimes you see dreams, blissful and soft.
You see an elf with white curls and red eyes who promises you something.
Something you can't understand.
But nothing lasts forever.
Bhaal is overthrown - maybe it was another, younger god, or maybe the higher deities are tired of him.
Or the immense army of bhaalspawns finally ate him alive.
You don't know.
Your sanity is back.
You vomit at the sight of blood and gore, and you hope memories faded away along with your cursed skills.
The world has changed. It's been a century.
The only person you know, the only person you still love can be anywhere. You have no idea where to search.
But there is a thing about Astarion.
The man can't keep a low profile.
Once he realized he was no longer a spawn but a lesser vampire, he started his own journey of accumulating power and money.
Why bother making deals with devils and risk his own safety, if he can just… achieve everything himself?
Power, money, and skills. Nothing a vampire can't do.
Once you step inside the borders of his own realm, Astarion catches your scent, and he can't believe it's you.
Actually, his first thought is that he has pissed Bhaal, and you've been sent after him.
But his undead heart has been longing for you.
He dares to meet you.
Astarion expects a fight. He expects to see the deranged Dark Urge he's seen twice.
But instead, he sees you, wounded, exhausted, desperate, sick, barely alive.
It's been a century for him, but just a few sane days for you.
He carries you back to his castle and helps you heal.
He's changed - but not for the worst.
Astarion is a powerful vampire lord, running business from the shadows.
And you are his partner, his spouse, his only love - returned to him from hell.
You suffer from nightmares, and your past haunts you.
Astarion knows everything about it, and he cradles you in his arms before the darkness goes.
One day, you ask him to make you a vampire - Astarion can create spawns, maybe not so many, as his former master, but it's in his powers.
He spends a month telling you that it sucks being a vampire.
"You will never see the sun, you won't be able to taste food, you will suffer from hunger."
But he eventually gives up. He can't say "no" to his Bhaal Baby.
He drinks your blood, and you die.
To wake up buried in the ground.
You crawl your way back, and Astarion immediately lets you drink his blood.
From now on, you are a true vampire as well.
Bhaal is forgotten, and so is everything.
There is only eternity ahead shared with the person who loves you and your darkness.
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Sneaking Out
Sneaking Out Scenarios with HL Boys!
(Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth)
A/N : This is my first time writing for Ominis and Garreth so if they're ooc please bear with me. I haven't fully proofread them but I hope you all enjoy & if you have any reqs shoot them my way <3
Sebastian :
We all know that he most likely orchestrated the whole plan. Unless you were feeling adventurous of course!
“Y/N, this will be a piece of cake. There’s no need to worry.”
You two have more than a few close calls with Professors and Sebastian definitely ends up bonking his head (or dropping books on your foot).
Once you and him finally have the books you’re looking for, the two of you make a run for it and scare the shit out of someone of the prefects.
“We have to do this more often. Did you see the looks on their faces?!”
Sebastian had a bright idea to sneak into the restricted section and steal a few books. Somehow he had managed to get you to tag along. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with him or going on exciting escapades but he was all over the place. He had managed to drop two books on your feet, bonk his head against the wall, and almost walk into a group of ghosts waiting to snap.
“Seb you’re never this distracted. Is something wrong?” You couldn’t help but chuckle as the boy rubbed his forehead.
“No, nothing is wrong. I just keep getting lost in my thoughts.” He shook his head and pulled you around the corner. There were a few prefects waiting outside talking amongst eachother. You went to pull out your wand but Sebastian stopped you.
“What if we gave them a bit of a scare?” You raised your eyebrow and noticed one of the restricted books in his hands.
“You’re going to unleash The Book of Monsters on them?” You tried to hold back a laugh as Sebastian grinned.
“Indeed. You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be Sallow.”
Sebastian pulled at the cover of the book and tossed it like a bomb towards the unsuspecting students. Screams filled the corridor as the book bit and tugged at their clothes, both of you bolting away in laughter.
“Did you see their faces?! That was priceless! We have to do this more often!”
Ominis :
When you first propose your idea to him he just sighs.
“Did Sebastian put you up to this?”
It takes a while to convince him that you simply wanted to see the prefects bathroom and it was all of your own accord.
He’s very good at being silent and sneaking around. He claims it’s from all the practice he’s had with Sebastian over the years.
You two have a lovely night in the prefects bathroom and nobody ever finds out. After that night the two of you do it once a week as a destresser.
“Ominis?” Your voice echoed against the walls of the Undercroft as you turned back to your boyfriend. He was peacefully leaning against one of the pillars resting.
“Yes my love?”
How could you word your idea without sounding too much like Sebastian? You didn’t know. It wasn’t as if you were worried Ominis wouldn’t go along but more so he would be confused. Whatever. It was better to rip off the bandaid then wait in suspense.
“Can we sneak out tonight?” You questioned and heard his automatic sigh. You could only snort as his hand ran across his face.
“Has Sebastian asked you to get another book for him because if he has-”
“No! I simply want to see the prefects bathroom. I thought maybe we could spend some time in there.” You said and then realized how scandalous that really sounded.
“Not bathing together of course! Just.. Seeing the bubbles and warm water. Maybe even putting our legs in!”
Ominis seemed to understand the idea and a small smile graced his lips.
“Mm. Yes, that does sound nice dear.”
You had thanked Merlin that he had realized quickly your true intentions. You had looked forward to that night.
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“My dove, are we going in the right direction?” Ominis’ breath tingled against your ear as you distracted one of the prefects. You were so incredibly close and wouldn’t let anything ruin it now.
“Yes. In a few seconds I’m going to book it. You understand?” You turned to the boy and grabbed his hand. He bobbed his head in agreement and you began running. You swiftly shut the bathroom door behind you and locked it. Merlin forbid that anybody walk in on you two.
“We’re here!” You cheered. You ran your hand against his cheek and gave him a small kiss. “Stay right here I’m going to fill the tub.”
The tub filled in record time and before you knew it the two of you were settling down beside it. Ominis laid his head in your lap and you dipped your feet into the warm water. Your hands ran steadily through his soft locks that you adored.
“This is nice.” You murmured and your heart soared at his little grin.
“Yes. This was a great idea darling. We should do this every week.” Ominis responded and his hand went to find yours. You gave his fist a tight squeeze and closed your eyes.
“Perhaps we should.”
Garreth :
He is SO excited. He will not shut up about sneaking out with you for days.
“I’ll be able to pay you back for all you do for my potions!”
He’s a complete dork and won’t stop cracking jokes as you make your way into the kitchens.
The two of you spend the night with the house elves and eachother just talking about school and life. He’s surprisingly calm and gentle when you catch him at a good time.
Even with two hours of sleep and class he still is energetic and writes you a note in potions.
‘I had tons of fun last night. Let’s do it again soon?’
You had made plans with Garreth a few weeks ago to sneak down to the kitchens. Ever since he had not shut up about it and you found it quite cute. Every glance during classes or in the hall was filled with a gleeful smile and wave. He would constantly whisper about ‘this thursday’ or drop little candies off with a note. This side of him reminded you a lot of a golden retriever. Thankfully for him, Thursday was now. You had gone over your outfit and hair and made your way down the steps. He was already sitting in the dim light tapping his hand against the wall.
“Y/N! You’re here!” He launched himself towards you and yanked at your hand.
“I did promise to meet you here.” You snorted as he pulled you along. He had no patience to wait.
“Well yes but I was looking forward to it. I haven’t eaten since lunch so I could eat with you!”
“Garreth, that isn’t healthy! I didn’t ask you to come down to the kitchens so you could starve yourself!” He just shrugged and carried on.
“Yeah well it’s not everyday that I get to sneak out with you! I gotta take what I can!” He gave you a dashing wink before ‘tickling the pear’.
The aroma of food filled the air as the two of you walked in. Garreth waved to a few of the house elves before settling down at a table. He began talking to you about his family and ideas, eyes full of excitement as he went on and on. You couldn’t help but be enamored by the boy, nodding along enthusiastically to whatever he wished to tell you.
“Y/N! I am so glad to see you! We have made you and Mr.Weasley some snacks!” Feenky interrupted your heated conversation.
“Oh wow! Thank you Feenky!”
“Thank you miss!” Garreth nodded towards the elf and she blushed.
“Isn’t he a charmer!” Feenky mumbled as she walked away from the table. You had to agree with her, even while he was stuffing his face full he was still quite charismatic. There was just something about him.
“What are you looking at? Aren’t you gonna dig in?” The boy cocked his head and gave you a heartwarming smile.
“Yeah! You’re just cute.”
Garreth’s face erupted in red and coughs filled the hall as he choked.
“Next time you say something, warn me before I die!”
You definitely would not warn him next time if his reactions were always so adorable.
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# Gwen Stacy <3
→ spiderverse 니키. if i die, i must die with you sorta theme. maybe like yandere
warnings? psychology themes, character death, ooc riki, riki is a psycho
authors note: i have returned from break, honestly this was better in my head and i apologise if this is badly written but i hope you like my little song references!!. fem reader. around 700 words. inspired by nayeollyn on tt. story under cut
As the self-proclaimed Spiderman of Tokyo, you were no stranger to danger and chaos. You had dedicated your life to protecting the city from super villains and creatures, using your enhanced abilities and quick wit to save innocent lives. But there was one person who always seemed to be your biggest obstacle - Nishimura Riki, your so-called partner. Someone you had viewed as your “Gwen Stacy”
You and Riki were two sides of the same coin, constantly at odds with each other. Whenever you were near each other, the air was thick with tension. You fought like cats and dogs, always trying to one-up each other.
But one day, Your arch-nemesis, the one known as the 'Mastermind', unleashes a wave of monsters on Tokyo. As always, you and Riki team up to take them down. You swing through the city, taking out the creatures with your spider webs, while Riki uses his strength to defeat the larger ones.
As you both stand victorious on a rooftop, Riki turns to you with a look of admiration in his eyes.
'You know, you're not so bad for a spider,' he chuckles.
Rolling your eyes, you reply, 'And I know you love hanging out. Dare you to say you hate it now, huh’
Perhaps that's why you never suspected a thing. Every time a new monster or villain appeared in Tokyo unleashed by ‘Mastermind’, you and Riki were there to save the day, fighting side by side. You never saw the darkness behind his charming smile, the madness behind his piercing eyes.
But that all changed when he finally confessed his love for you.
You start to notice that the villains and creatures always attack on days when Riki is the only one available to help you. But you brush it off, thinking it's just a coincidence. After all, Riki has always been there to help you when you needed him. That day, when you are both taking down a group of monsters, Riki suddenly stops and turns to you with a tender look in his eyes. 'Listen, I need to tell you something,' he says, his voice filled with nervousness.
You were taken aback, to say the least. You had always seen Riki as a nuisance, someone who constantly got in your way and made your job harder. The thought of him being in love with you was almost laughable. But as he poured out his heart, you saw a different side of him. He was vulnerable and honest, his usually confident demeanor crumbling before you. And for a moment, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him.
But then, he revealed the truth. That he was the mastermind behind every creature and villain that you had fought. That he had created them all just to spend time with you, to see you in action and maybe even earn your affection. Your sympathy quickly turned to anger and betrayal. How could he do this to you? To the innocent people of Tokyo? You were the protector of the city, and he had used you for his twisted desires.
Without a second thought, you attacked him. Your once playful banter turned into a deadly fight, each of you using your powers to their full potential. The streets of Tokyo became your battlefield, the innocent bystanders fleeing in terror.
But in your anger and confusion, you didn't see the madness in Riki’s eyes. You didn't realize that he was no longer the charming, sarcastic partner you knew. He was a psychopath, driven by his obsession for you, who had no ounce of self love, he had never loved himself, all the while trying to love you. In the heat of the battle, you had almost killed him. But as he lay on the ground, bloodied and broken, he did the one thing you never expected. He jumped off the building, grabbing onto you in the process.
Your mind was racing as you fell through the air, your once enemy now holding onto you for dear life. And in that moment, you heard him whisper “My spider man, you have saved me”As the ground rushed closer and closer, you realized that the man you thought you knew was a dangerous stranger. And as you crashed onto the pavement below, you both lost your lives.
The people of Tokyo mourned the loss of their beloved Spiderman and her Gwen Stacy like partner. They had no idea of the truth behind your deaths, of the twisted love and betrayal that had led to this horrific end.
But one thing was for sure.
In every universe, Gwen Stacy had always fallen for spider-man.
And in every universe, it never ended well.
#y2niki#niki#enhypen niki#niki x reader#niki fluff#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen fanfiction#fanfic#enhypen au#niki angst#enhypen angst
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Two Magical Friends
A FNAF:SB AU fanfic
Notes: Before I go in- hi. First writing piece on the page? Cool. Sorry to those who prefer AO3, but honestly I have friends there who don’t know about this fandom, so- Guess I’m putting my self indulgent stuff here!
Also, big thanks to @ayyy-imma-ninja for giving me the power to do this. Seriously, you have unleashed a monster /j I decided to start simple, with an AU that I’ve seen a lot on your page, and one that I love!
Anyways, enough stalling. Let’s hop in with a little bit of wholesome fluff!
The Fairy AU Sun and Moon belong to @ayyy-imma-ninja
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Julia has always believed in fairies. She watched every animated movie featuring them known to man, she has countless fairy dolls, all she draws are fairies, and a lot of her clothes are what she imagines that fairies wear. She loved fairies, and always wanted to see one and become it’s friend.
The rest of her family kept thinking she was getting a bit too intense with her belief in fairies. She was six years old and her obsession has not died down. They would have thought it would have gone down a little, but no. Her obsession had only grown with her. Every day, she left a small bowl of candy outside in the backyard, thinking it would lure fairies in. Her mother kept telling her to stop since it attracted wasps, but she kept doing it. She was determined to lure in a fairy.
One afternoon, Julia was following her mother around, trying to convince her to take her with the family to the aquarium, which was where her mother and father were going.
“I’m sorry, Julia. But we’re going there to write a newspaper article on it, so we get free access. We tried to get them to let you come too, but they wouldn’t allow it. The only way to get you in is to buy you a ticket, and we can’t afford it right now.”
“But, Mommy!”
“I swear, I’ll take you once we get paid for the article. We’ll be back tonight. There’s leftover noodles in the fridge if you get hungry, sweetheart. I love you. Oh, and one more thing.” She bent down and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Clean up that candy bowl you left in the backyard. It attracts wasps.”
Her parents left the house, and Julia watched with a sad expression as their car left the driveway, and disappeared down the street. She huffed, and sat on the floor. Why did her parents always get to go out into town and do a bunch of cool stuff, while she just had to sit at home? It wasn’t fair! Oh well, at least she could put on whatever movie she wanted.
But she remembered she had to clean that candy bowl outside. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe the only thing her candy bowl attracted was wasps, not fairies. But she couldn’t give up. Maybe fairies just didn’t like candy? There had to be something else they liked, or maybe they were just scared!
Julia walked to the door to her backyard. She wondered what she could to get a fairy to trust her, since all the stories she heard said fairies liked sweet things. She walked to the edge of the backyard, near her mother’s flower bed. She put the candy bowl there since fairies were also said to love flowers. Strange. It was summer, but she didn’t see any wasps. Normally she saw a few swarming nearby the candy bowl. Instead…
There was a faint glow inside the bowl.
She felt a rush of hope inside of her. Could it be? She bent down to the ground, trying to peek inside without potentially scaring whatever was in there. Her eyes practically began to glimmer with excitement when she realized what she saw.
Not one, but two fairies inside the bowl.
One of them was yellow, like a sunflower. They had petal like rays on their head, and two different colored eyes. They were wearing an interesting looking outfit, with ruffles along their neck, and fingerless gloves. Their wings were shimmering with gold, and had a sun mark on each of them.
The other one looked almost like the complete opposite. They were blue, and part of their face was covered in black. They also had two different colored eyes, and a hat with a star pattern, and a little bell at the end of it. They also wore similar clothes to the other, with ruffles on their neck. However, theirs looked more like a robe than the other’s. Their wings were a beautiful blue, resembling the wings of a moth.
“Brother, we should hurry.” The blue one whispered. “It’s nice that someone left this candy out here, but we can’t stay for long. I saw a cat in that house, and they might let it out, and it could chase us.
The yellow one just laughed. “Don’t worry, brother. That cat hasn’t been outside! Just the other day I saw it sleeping by the window! It can’t hurt us from there!”
Julia was practically frozen in awe. She had always imagined what fairies looked like. They never looked like the ones she was staring at, but she felt her dreams coming true, right then and there. It was then that the blue one finally noticed her.
“Uh… Brother?”
“What?”
The yellow one turned around, and both made eye contact with me. Both of them yelped and backed away toward the edge of the bowl. They clung to each other.
“Oh my goodness… Real fairies!” Julia cried in excitement. Her family wasn’t home, so she couldn’t tell them. But now, she had the chance to befriend them! Two of them! She smiled brightly at them.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She said, noticing their scared expressions. “I just wanna be friends! I love fairies! And I knew leaving candy out would lure one in, but two? This is amazing!”
Both of them seemed to calm down a little after Julia finished talking. They could tell she wasn’t going to harm them. She was just excited. The yellow one gently let go of the blue one, and approached the edge of the bowl, facing Julia.
“You left this for us?” The yellow fairy asked. His voice seemed to also be accompanied with the sound of bells.
“Yes, I did!” Julia squealed. “My mommy doesn’t always like it, since it lures in wasps, too.”
The blue one decided to follow his brother, and stood by the bowl’s edge as well.
“Who… are you?” He asked, still sounding defensive. His voice was accompanied with what sounded like the notes of a music box.
“Oh, right, you don’t know my name! I’m Julia!” She giggled a bit. “It’s nice to meet you two!”
The yellow one couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. Julia’s smile had a mix of adult and baby teeth, with a single gap from the most recent tooth she lost. She seemed incredibly friendly. It reminded them both of an old friend of theirs. Being immortal, they met many humans, but only two meant the most to them. A little girl like Julia, and a kind old lady… The yellow one cleared his throat.
“I’m Sun, and this is my brother, Moon!” The yellow fairy exclaimed, gently grabbing his brother’s shoulder. Julia giggled. She liked the names, and thought they were fitting.
Moon just waved to her. Though she was nice, he didn’t quite trust her yet. Or rather, he didn’t want to let himself trust her. She reminded him of that little girl they were close with, but… He didn’t want to feel like he was replacing her. No one could. Especially not this one.
Julia wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. It was incredibly hot and humid, and there were a few wasps starting to congregate. She smiled at the two fairies.
“My mommy says I need to bring in the candy bowl. It lures in wasps… If you two need to go, it’s okay.”
Sun and Moon glanced to each other. Moon shook his head briefly, but Sun gently whispered something to him. After a minute, they both nodded. Sun turned to Julia.
“We can stay a little longer. If you want to go in, we could hide in your pockets or something!”
Julia’s face lit up. These fairies wanted to spend time with her? She could have sworn this was a dream. She quickly held up her arm and pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t. The prick she felt confirmed that she wasn’t dreaming at all. This was real.
“Oh, thank you! My family’s not home, and they won’t be until tonight!”
She gently lifted up the candy bowl, and rushed away from the flower bed, and the gathering wasps. She went inside the cool house, feeling her body temperature return to normal. She looked inside the bowl, and she smiled seeing Sun and Moon still eating the candy left in the bowl. Instead of walking to the kitchen, she took the bowl upstairs to her room. She paused for one moment, turning her head to look at the room adjacent to her’s. Her smile faded for a moment, but it perked back up when she walked to her room.
The walls were painted a light lavender, the floor had a heart shaped carpet in rainbow colors, there were glowing star stickers on the ceiling, and there were numerous pictures on the walls. There was a white desk in front of the window, with pink and blue curtains dawning them. Her bed also had those same color bedsheets. There was a toy chest by her desk, and a closet by her bed. It was a lovely room, perfect for a six year old.
“You have a really nice room!” Sun told her.
“Thank you, Sun! Daddy painted the walls, and my brother made the desk!” Julia frowned slightly when she mentioned her brother, but she smiled again as she set the bowl down on the desk.
Both brothers got out of the bowl. Sure, they could have gotten out at any time, but they appreciated the free ride. They unfurled their wings, and flew around the room, observing everything. Moon was fascinated with the doll Julia had on her bed, and Sun was interested in some of the books on her shelf by the desk.
“Julia?” Moon asked. “Where did you get this doll?”
“Oh…” Julia went over, and sat down on the bed. “My mommy made it. Well, the clothes at least. My brother got the doll itself. I had it since I was a baby.”
“Does your mother make clothes for dolls all the time?” Moon asked.
“No, not really.” Julia answered. “She used to make clothes for dolls, but stopped after something bad happened to her. The clothes for my doll were the last ones she made.”
“Hey, Julia!” Sun called, getting Julia’s attention. She and Moon went over to where Sun was.
“I noticed when you mentioned your brother, you got a little sad. Did… something happen?” Julia wasn’t expecting such a personal question, but she could answer.
“My brother was years older than me. He was my hero. But he disappeared a couple years ago to stop some really bad guys. A year ago, Mommy got a letter saying he won’t ever come back.” Her smile faded entirely. She missed her brother. Sun flew up to her face.
“Hey, it’s okay! He’s still here in your heart! Isn’t that what’s important?” He asked, trying to make her feel better.
“Yeah, but… he can’t hug me in my heart…” Julia whispered.
Moon frowned slightly, feeling bad that they opened a wound for her. They knew how it felt to lose people they cared about. Being immortal, they outlived many human friends, especially the ones they loved most.
“But we can hug you!” Sun assured her. “Here, I got the perfect cure for that frowny face of yours!”
Julia looked at him, and saw he was holding a little pile of golden dust. He took a breath, and blew it in her face. She squeaked, and coughed slightly, before she sneezed. What was that stuff? She then realized… she wasn’t sad anymore. In fact, the smile that Sun liked was back on her face. She started to giggle.
“What did you do?” She asked through her giggles.
“That’s my magic, silly!” Sun explained. “My fairy dust can make people happy! Sure, we fairies help nature in our own ways, but I love spreading my fairy dust and curing people’s bad days!” Julia let out a soft squeal as she felt Sun nuzzle into her neck. It felt incredibly ticklish.
“I agree with Sun.” Moon piped up, and he also nuzzled into her neck, liking the sound of her laughter. “Your brother is still here in your heart. As long as you love him, he’s always here!” Julia kept giggling as both brothers worked to make her happy again.
After a minute, they let her be, and the dust’s effect wore off. Julia’s giggles died down, and she smiled brightly at the brothers.
“That was fun! I always dreamed of having fairy friends, and now there are two of them right in front of me!”
Sun smiled at her. “You bet!”
Moon smiled as well. “I have a feeling we’ll be coming back here a lot more.”
Julia laughed a little. “My mommy and daddy still don’t come home for a while… Do you guys wanna play?”
A bright smile stayed on her face as the fairy boys nodded.
Julia had a blast playing with the two fairies. Though they were much smaller than her, she found many ways to play with them. Hide and seek, tea parties, drawing, and playing tag. Julia didn’t have any real friends, so having two fairy ones gave her happiness she couldn’t describe. Sun and Moon were also having fun. They hadn’t bonded with a human like this in a long time. They could sense that Julia was kind of lonely, so they wanted to fill that gap. Besides… She reminded them of that little girl they were close with. In a way… it was like reliving that.
It started getting dark after a while, and she could see Sun was getting tired. Moon also had to begin his duties soon, so they had to go home.
Julia seemed to understand, and she opened the window for them.
“Thank you for being my friends!” Julia told them. “If you ever wanna play again, I’ll leave my window open… with a bowl of candy right beside it!” Both fairies laughed.
“We’re looking forward to it.” Moon whispered.
“Bye, Julia.” Both fairies said at the same time. They both flew out the window, disappearing into the night. Julia kept her window open, smiling as she felt the cool summer air on her face. She heard the noise of a car pull up. She gasped, and ran downstairs to greet her parents. When they came in the door, she hugged them tightly.
“Hey there, kiddo.” Her father said. “How was your day?”
“It was amazing!” Julia cried. “I saw fairies! Real fairies! They were so pretty and nice!” Both her parents laughed.
“Sounds lovely, Julia.” Her mother told her. They didn’t believe her at all, but since she was a little girl, they played along. Her mother went to the kitchen to start making dinner, and her father went to finish their report.
Julia just couldn’t stop smiling. She looked down at her dress, and saw a little bit of gold glitter still on it.
“I knew they were real.”
#fanfic#dca fairy au#fluff#fairies#ugh this is killing me its too cute#may do a sequel to this with lunar because I love that little gremlin#dca au#cuties#first fanfic#hope the creator likes it
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Man, I did NOT realize how much I missed Morty until I watched "A Rick in King Mortur's Mort." If you've spent thirty seconds on my blog, you know that Rick is my favorite character. I like Morty, but I don't specifically watch the show for him. But his dynamic with Rick is brilliant, and separating them by putting Morty in the background could've been a fatal flaw if season six didn't start turning it around near the end.
When other characters appeared on the screen (especially in group family scenes) I thought "OK, let's not take too much attention away from Morty." I never thought I'd hear myself thinking that. I think that season six is great overall, but that actually made me look at it a little more critically. This show just does NOT work without Morty. Developing the family dynamic was great, but I'm hoping that the show will start focusing on the core characters again.
Anyway, this was a good episode. Like Morty, I kept waiting for the reveal that Rick was just being an asshole and letting Morty talk himself into a disaster so that Rick could save him and then hold it over his head for ages. I wasn't too worried since Rick's been changing so much and going to therapy, but it still crossed my mind.
Maybe Rick's still following Dr. Wong's instructions: being patient and watching events unfold instead of immediately reacting with anger.
The callback to the infamous "The Vat of Acid Episode" blew me away. I didn't think the show would ever even mention it again. That episode was Rick at his worst: an abusive, sociopathic monster who emotionally destroyed Morty under the guise of being nice. So much of Rick's affection in seasons 1-4 was fake or manipulative. He did care for Morty, but boy, he didn't hesitate to smack him down and remind him who was the Rick.
I loved how the end of the episode paralleled the start of "The Vat of Acid Episode" perfectly. It's like this scene with Rick and Morty saying "I love you," grasping each other's hands and jumping willingly into the lava together undid all of Rick's cruelty.
Well...not quite. Which brings me to the one issue that I have with their relationship development: the show keeps acting like they needed to come to a mutual understanding, like their issues were partially Morty's fault. 99% of their problems came from Rick's bullshit.
Rick IS taking accountability, admitting that he fucked up and trying to do right by Morty. However, I think Morty needs to tear into him. In fact, it's a little unsatisfying that he doesn't. Rick needs to know how much he hurt Morty because that's the only way that Morty could ever find peace and Rick could even begin to atone for it.
I don't think Rick's trying to dodge responsibility. If Morty finally unleashed his rage, I think Rick would stand there and accept it. Maybe Evil Morty was supposed to be C-137 Morty's stand-in when he tore into Rick at the end of "Rickmurai Jack," but it's not enough because C-137's got personal issues with Rick that no one else has.
Rick's my favorite character, but--he deserves it. He took his shit out on that kid for way too long. Even once would have been too many times. I wish the show would let Morty seriously confront Rick about everything that he did.
Also, Rick's still got a lot of work to do, but this episode left me wondering where they could go from here. Either Morty's going to start seizing control, or something huge is going to happen that shakes up the status quo.
Still, I enjoyed the sweet moments in this episode. Rick calling Morty "little junebug" was so unexpected, but so loving and sincere. He's called Morty "buddy" and "kiddo," but that's the first time he's given him an affectionate nickname like that. Sounds like something that he would have called Beth when she was little.
I was wondering when Rick and Morty would share an emotional hug (as opposed to the spontaneous one that they shared in "Get Schwifty" all those years ago), and there it was. Not the scenario that I expected, but Rick and Morty hugging while Rick assures him that "we're going to make your dick so fake" is perfect for this series.
And again, Justin Roiland does a great job. I love how he captures the gentle undertones in Rick's voice.
Between Rick (basically) having two daughters in the house, trying to give Beth parental advice and showing Morty affection, it seems like he's learning how to be a father again. The way he extends his arms to Morty while shushing him looks so natural, like when he gently turns on Morty's goggles for him in "Full Meta Jackrick." He's reclaiming in his 70s what Prime Rick tore away from him in his 30s.
I also liked how this episode kept things fresh by returning to Earth's solar system. When Rick and Morty can visit infinite planets in infinite universes, what else is there to do? Return to an "ordinary" setting that they haven't spent much time in. This episode reminded me of "Something Ricked This Way Comes," which Rick mentions directly--another great callback to earlier seasons.
I noticed that Morty and Rick are continuing to gradually switch places. Morty's the one who suggests that they move to another dimension, and he says in the beginning that he wouldn't be too upset if he never saw his family again. Glad to see that he hasn't regressed back into being a passive little boy, which I was worried about.
Overall, this was a solid episode. I would've done a few things differently, but the writers have done a great job of pushing the show's boundaries and transforming the characters. Still, this upward growth can't go on forever, which makes me a little worried about what's coming next.
#rick and morty#rick sanchez#morty smith#rick and morty season six#rick and morty season 6#rick and morty s6#a rick in king mortur's mort#review
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Tickle Monster’s Meal
(TickleTober Day 26: Counting)
Summary: Sam is being particularly sassy.
Pairing: none
Word Count: 1,067
A/N: ikik it’s lee!sam again.
I CANT HELP MYSELF HSBDBDHS
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It was a typical day in the men of letters bunker; Sam was at the library table, scrolling through his laptop while Dean sat across from him, flipping through a car magazine.
Sam was in a particularly sassy mood today; dropping sly insults, making snarky remarks, even just rolling his eyes when he thought Dean said something stupid.
At first, Dean didn’t care all that much since Sam was always pretty sassy… but when his little brother made the comment that he did, all hell broke loose.
“Dean, you really need to start listening to good music; this crap is seriously outdated.” Said the younger Winchester, looking up from his laptop and shooting his older brother a smug look.
Dean looked at the younger with a look of disbelief.
“Outdated?! Sam, the classics never expire!” He defended, pointing a finger at his little brother, who only rolled his eyes as he prepared his next snarky comment.
“Well it’s certainly been replaced by newer and better songs.”
Dean switched off the radio and closed his magazine dramatically, giving Sam his full attention.
He knew exactly what Sam wanted.
If Sam wanted to play, they were gonna play.
“Ten, nine, eight,” He began counting down, noting the confusion in Sam’s face.
“What are you- oh no. no, no, no, no, no-” Realization settled in for Sam and he knew exactly what Dean was planning.
Without waiting another moment, he leapt up from his seat and bolted towards the halls, searching for a place to hide.
His heart raced as his brother continued to count down.
“Five, four,”
Shit, shit, shit, he was almost out of time.
Thinking fast, he slipped into the closest room, which happened to be Dean’s.
He carefully closed the door and knelt by the desk, hoping it would suffice.
“Two, one. Prepare for the tickle monster, little brother!” Dean called out, a smirk on his face.
He crept through the bunkers halls like a lion stalking its prey.
Sam tried his best to keep quiet, but the anticipation was making it very difficult.
“You’re only delaying the inevitable, Sammy… and the inevitable involves lots and lots of laughter~” taunted the elder, pausing in between his teases to listen for any giggles.
Meanwhile, Sam could feel those giggles bubbling up, as well as Dean’s fingers skittering all over his tickle spots… his brother was just too damn good at building the anticipation!
“I mean, just imagine it Sammy… my fingers scribbling and scratching all over that ticklish skin of yours. I can practically hear your laughter!”
Sam could hear Dean’s footsteps getting closer and closer and he just couldn’t hold it in anymore; a giggle slipped from his lips and he instantly became aware of how screwed he was; when the footsteps stopped is when it REALLY kicked in how screwed he was.
“Oh, Sammy~ I know you’re in there…” Dean teased, opening the door to his room.
Sam shot up and tried to maneuver around his older brother, but to no use.
Dean caught him around the waist and pushed him on the bed, instantly wriggling his fingers up and down Sam’s sides.
“DEHEHEAN, NOO- I’M SOHOHORRY!” The taller hunter squealed, squirming under the electric sensations caused by his skilled older brother.
The elder grinned, taking in the clear joy on his little brother’s face. He knew his brother more than anyone and he could tell that Sam was enjoying every second of this.
“Too late! You’ve unleashed the tickle monster with all your sass, and he’s hungry!” He skittered nimble fingers up to the ribs, lightening the touch to add more suspense.
“You know, the tickle monster is inquiring about your ribs… wants to make sure you have them all before he… digs in!”
He let his claw shaped hands vibrate against the bones, earning a shrill shriek from Sam, his loud happy laughter filling the room.
“DEHEHEE, NOO! DON’T YOU D-DAHAHARE!!” He flushed bright red, looking at his brother with sparkling eyes filled with excitement, getting a low chuckle from said brother.
“Sorry, Sam… the tickle monster likes to make sure his meal has all the ingredients he requires. I’m sure you won’t mind if I just count your ribs and make sure they’re all there~”
Without waiting for a response, he started counting, massaging the sensitive bone.
“One… two… three- hey! You made me lose count with all that giggling! Now I have to start over…” Taunted Dean, huffing with feigned irritation, relishing the way Sam’s eyes widened with terror.
“NOO!! I HAVE TWENTY FOHOHOUR!! ALL HUMANS DOHOHO!!” Sam guffawed, though he couldn’t science his way out of this situation; not that he really wanted to…
“I’ve just gotta be sure, Sam! What if you lost one?! The tickle monster needs his meal in one piece!” Dean exclaimed, grinning wickedly.
“Now, let’s try this again… one, two, three, fourrr…” He scratched his index finger into the fourth rib, sending shocks of tickles through Sam’s nervous system.
“NAHAHAH- DEHEHEAN!!! I WONT BE SAHAHA- SASSY ANYMOHOHORE!!” Pleaded the younger Winchester, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
Dean felt his heart melt at the sight of his little brother so happy.
He’ll wrap it up soon, but first, he wanted to do one last thing.
“You know what, Sam? The tickle monster is on a schedule today, so lucky for you, he’ll take what he can get and he’ll just eat it now!”
With that explanation, he rolled Sam’s shirt up to reveal his bare skin and without any hesitation, leaned down and blew a loud raspberry against the ticklish ribs, eliciting a snort and a squeal.
“EEK- DEHEHEE!! NOT THAHAHAT!!”
His thrashing had doubled, twisting side to side in desperation as his brother blew raspberry after raspberry on his ticklish skin.
His cheeks were rosy and sore from smiling, but he felt so undeniably happy.
When Sam’s laughter went silent, Dean pulled away and let out a laugh of his own, rolling off of Sam and letting him calm down.
“Mahahan… I always forget how ticklish you are, Sam.” He laughed, affectionately ruffling his brother’s hair.
Sam smiled up at his big brother, a smile of contentment.
“How did you knohohow? That that’s what I wanted?..” he asked shyly, averting his gaze.
Dean only smiled.
“Big brothers know everything about their little brothers…”
It was a simple explanation, but one that sam accepted.
#mess writes#tickletober2023#tickletober#augtickletober2023#tktober#tktober2023#lee!sam#lee!sammy#ticklish!sam#ticklish!sammy#ler!dean#supernatural tword content#supernatural tickle fic#supernatural tickling#spn tickling#spn tickles#spn tickle fic#tickle community#tword content#sfw tickling#tickles#tickle fic
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TW://sexual assault, abuse
Kosei Shishido is a character that I have seen misrepresented in many aspects. I figured I would go ahead and represent what he actually stands for and the reasons for his always imminent betrayal.
Shishido has, in many aspects, lived a life close to Kiryu’s. He seems to be obsessed to a point with Joryu. He sees right through the exterior of that obviously fake codename. He sees the strength. He sees fully realized the type of man he wants to be, despite the Daidoji label marked deep into his skin. Kiryu still holds a space and carries the weight of the Dragon of Dojima as plain as the clothes on his back. That type of room captivating awe. That mere respect that no one really truly had shown him before was standing right in front of him and he was frustrated at the thought someone would strip themselves of a weight as powerful as that of Kazuma Kiryu. As we move through the story, you feel a profound sense of sadness weighing down on his shoulders. Knowing the yakuza world, it is easy to ignore this. The way he holds himself. The oni mask… Why would someone so powerful in build and bulk and someone who wants power hide their face from the light of day? Then we meet the puppet master.
Nishitani Homare III. A character who I rightfully despise, has taken control from Shishido in every possible concept. A former Jingweon Mafia member himself, he knew the importance of the weight of a name. Of appearance. Of merely existing in a circumstance that had never been born for him to inhabit. He has a stolen name, but not a stolen face. A name that has actual meaning in the yakuza world. He uses it disgracefully to the original owner, Homare Nishitani. I guarantee if Homare knew about the 3rd he would tear him to pieces. As I say this, I shift back to Shishido. His face, pockmarked, dragged, mangled by something. You notice this immediately after the mask comes off. It is a defining feature of a face that is exceptionally handsome. You wonder if this is the only part of his body to hold these deep pits categorized as scars. The pain that he must have felt as the weapon sliced his skin couldn't have been less than searing, white hot. Then Nishitani III unleashes his true villainy. He has Shishido under lock and key. His dog. He’s collared and it was hard to hear such a thing. Why? How?
Shishido was born under a different name. A name that held less weight than dog shit on the bottom of your shoe. He was sold into slavery by his father to the Kijin Clan, forced from fifteen to be in death matches in their coliseum. The more matches he won, the more he caught the attention of the person who oversaw these fights. Nishitani III. He was caught in his “good grace” to ultimately be taken advantage of. Tortured. The scars on his face held that weight. Sexually abused. His mind held this tightly, as you see in the particularly hard to watch cutscene of one of Watase’s guys openly commenting and making fun of him for. This went on for decades a “living hell” that “broke his mind and body”. What did he have to do other than fight? What could he do when he lost, facing the 3rd and hoping he would hopefully do the least amount of damage to him. When did his mind break? Did it take a while of the abuse? Or did he withstand some of it, only to be broken by another thing forcefully done to him? In any case, even the name Watase gave him, with time, degradated and withered. He felt less and less like a human and perhaps more like a monster. An oni, perhaps? Forced and fed into violence, striking down those who would hurt him, would hurt his abuser. This is why he feels betrayed and ultimately would betray Kiryu, his name was not enough for him and he needed to know why.
Shishido, crushed, broken, tired. He was everything when he went into the building to retrieve the note that was to end the Omi Alliance forever. The place that had given him his name, although now it felt and rang hollow, couldn’t end just like that, right? He was dumbfounded. Heartbroken, even. How could they do this to him? How could they get rid of this for everyone who had gained a name from their somewhat twisted profession? What about the legends? What about title and rank and bosses and underlings? He was even somewhat worried about what that meant for Nishitani III even despite everything. He had given him power, even if it was lesser than he would have wanted. The “murder” of the 3rd was framed as a mercy. As if he survived, what would happen to the dissolution plan? Although this pissed Kiryu and Tsuruno off, at least he was gone. Until he wasn't.
The full villainy of Shishido is overwritten by his extreme grief and hatred. He was about to lose another name, one granted by the people who had saved his life and given it purpose. Who else did he have to turn to other than his abuser, Nishitani Homare III. Who also suspected Joryu’s real nature. Whose name symbolized power in the Kijin Clan. Who could overturn the dissolution with sheer numbers, if he desired. Kiryu was their shared enemy. Kiryu was also their ultimate downfall. Joryu isn’t a man. He is a concept. A ghost. When you have hauntings, who do you call? Well, Shishido and the 3rd saw themselves as Ghostbusters of sorts. If he was revealed to be alive, what would happen to the things he was trying to protect? No one knew, but it was a point of contention. If they could get the Dragon of Dojima behind them, if they could reveal he was still alive? The dissolution would come falling down with them. This is the end to which the means are defined. Shishido had to protect his abuser because he had lost every other thing that had given him the little power he did possess. The collar tightened around his neck and with it, he lost his power again.
After Kiryu defeats Shishido, there is nothing left for him. I’m sure he knew, somewhere. Deep down he would lose. But he went down fighting with everything he had. But little did he know he wouldn’t die there. An even worse fate awaited him and his abuser. They were both taken to become Daidoji, to become complicit to their ways, even if they had to keep them half alive to do so. I can only imagine the terror as Shishido wakes up only to find he’s lost not only his name, but his rank and power along with it. The dissolution went off without a hitch. Kosei Shishido was a dead man and to top it all off? He was to be in this organization with a new name, new rank. He would have to fight to be back at the top, although the top is different in Daidoji’s books. There is no top. You are either a good agent or a bad one. The realization he was to spend probably the rest of his life chained to his abuser while simultaneously chained like a dog to the Daidoji was one I could only imagine caused the worst pain in him. I fear it may have even made him complicit to the Daidoji, which will have to be figured out with the release of Infinite Wealth. I hope there is a way to save him in some way, as I think he does deserve peace.
#yakuza#like a dragon#like a dragon gaiden#shishido kosei#nishitani iii#kiryu kazuma#yuki tsunoda#dude shishido is the first character i've written an essay about in a while#he means so much to me and also his story#whew boy#do heed the tw because i do go into it a bit
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I think Empress Tihana is a pretty underrated Amnesia character. I find it hard to call her outright evil because despite everything she's sort of as much a prisoner of circumstance as the others. Everything she's done was out of a misguided belief that it'll end up saving Tasi's child. Yes, she's damned half the crew of the Cassandra to turning into monsters, but it seems like a sort of response to Tasi rejecting her initial offer. It's fucked up, but it seems she did it in hopes Tasi would be more open to suggestion under the effects of it - she still wanted to save her child even then.
Judging by the fairytale retelling of her rule over Zerzura, I'm not even sure how much say she had in becoming "The Last and Eternal" Empress of her bloodline. " 'Nonsense', said the wise people, 'We will brew you a magic potion, and then you will live forever.' " - makes it sound as if it was mostly the Alchemist's idea.
Brings me to another point, but she and another Zerzurian seems to be the only real example of how an overabundance of Vitae can affect the anatomy:
You see all the roots sprouting all over her throne chamber? I don't think they're plants at all. Judging from the fact that she can command them, willing them to move and even using them to try and tear open a wall during one of the endings, I think this is all actually an extension of her body. She's sprouted out all over the room. I'm not even sure if the way her head split open is a direct result of some sort of surgical intrusion to supply her with Vitae or if her head split open as her body began to grow more and more reliant on the supply, deforming and spreading until it covered her entire throne room.
Kita seems to suffer from the same effects, though to a lesser extent since unlike the Empress, who's feeding on an entire city's worth of suffering, he seems to have been leeching off of one single leyden jar of Vitae the whole time.
He's been encased in similar vines that seem to have sprouted from his legs, basically trapped in his chair for the rest of his life. I'm not sure if this is specifically how Zerzurian anatomy reacts to Vitae or if the human body would suffer similar effects if one tried to overextend their lifespan as those two have. Considering Kita calls his Vitae intake a "meagre portion", the amount of suffering Alexander collected during his time as the Baron of Brennenburg barely even equates to a single jar. It explains why he looks so old and withered compared to Kita and The Empress, his intake must've been enough to keep him alive but not enough to keep the effects of aging at bay.
Thinking about it, there is a single example of how Vitae would affect human anatomy, but it is combined with the effects of turning into a Ghoul.
Lambert seems to be what happens when a Ghoul is allowed to absorb the Vitae inside of their system. I believe the only reason Rebirth's ghouls are so gangly and twitchy (and relatively humanoid) is because they are immediately bled dry of their accumulated Vitae by Alchemist machinery. Lambert on the other hand moves relatively smoothly, like an animal, and he has become a lot larger as a result of his environment, war being inherently a breeding groud for human suffering and therefore the perfect environment to cultivate Vitae. There is no one to take it from him, so his metamorphosis is allowed to progress even further. It's even more off-putting considering even now he seems to be only halfway done turning into something else. I think in the ending where you allow him to escape into No Man's land he will eventually grow into something even worse as he now has an unlimited supply of soldiers to torture, both enemy and ally. He seems to realize bullets do nothing to him during the encounter in the Roman ritual pit, so in that ending Henri has basically unleashed a near-unstoppable monster out into the world.
Vitae offers an indefinite extension of life, but not without leaving it's mark on the user's body. Tasi's child would probably end up just as warped as The Empress if left in her care.
#Amnesia#Amnesia: Rebirth#Amnesia Rebirth#Kita#Empress Tihana#Alexander of Brennenburg#Zerzura#Amnesia: The Bunker#Amnesia the bunker#Lambert#Rambling
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No Longer The Housewife (FINAL)
Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader, Austin!Elvis x f!reader
Word count: 11.6K
Summary: Although you thought that you saw the last of your husband, he would eventually prove you wrong. You look for a way out, following Elvis wherever he may go. However, are you ready to finally move on from your husband to be with a man who has everything in the world?
Warnings: ANGST, use of guns, attempted kidnapping, attempted sexual assault, mentions of husband stalking reader and elvis, profanity, physical assault, SMUT, oral (f. and m. receiving), use of a polaroid camera, overstimulation, squirting, some fluff in different spots
A/N: The final part is finally here! Before you go any further, I’m warning you that this is a MONSTER of a fic. I got a little carried away since this is the last of the No Longer The Housewife saga. I hope you all enjoyed! As always, enjoy ;)
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read parts one and two here.
The sun looked brighter the following morning that you woke up, a feeling of peace filling your body as you stretched your extremities in bed. Your eyes peeled open from behind your eyelids, looking around the extravagant room that sat before you. As you sat up in bed, you were met with silence. There was no yelling for you to wake up to make breakfast, no uncomfortable touches, and not even a silent glare from your husband. Had you finally escaped him? Were you able to move on with your life without him pulling you back into his diabolical embrace? In the back of your mind, you were sure that you would see him enter the room with words of apologies that had become meaningless before he would slip back into what he was.
He was a cancer that sucked away every sense of happiness that you had ever known. Suddenly, the images of him on top of you as he wailed on you played in your mind, the aching feeling of your face being beaten black and blue made your stomach turn with a queasy unsettlement. He did slap you around on occasion, but this was different. He was possessed with such evil on that evening, seemingly out of his own body as he unleashed hatred upon you, upon seeing you with Elvis. The first person that crossed your mind was the man who saved you from your monster, promising you that you would never have to face such fear again. Your head ached from the ordeal that you faced the day before, leading you to put your hand over your face to block the incredible sun that shines across your face.
You looked over to the nightstand, seeing a glass of water and a pill that you couldn’t make out. You didn’t think twice before you popped the little pill into your mouth, placing the glass of water against your lips. You were still naked, the bruises on your arms and torso made you wince in anguish. You were feeling multiple emotions, but the main one that you felt was peace. You were angry that the bastard followed you to Las Vegas, snatching you out of your fantasy of escaping him. You were angry that he pulled you away from Lindsay, threatening her. Lindsay. You had completely forgotten that she was with you at one point. You pulled the cover off of your naked body, grabbing the robe that was left on the bed—probably by Elvis.
You wrapped your aching body with the material, walking into the bathroom that was connected to the room. Your eyes looked over your bruises that were covering your body, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you realized that he had done a number on you. Your nose was a little crooked, from his fist that connected to it as he pounded against your face in anger as he spat words of contempt. There was no spot on your body that didn’t have bruises and scratches on it, sending you into the feeling of being unattractive. You were sure that Elvis wouldn’t want to be with someone who was beaten this way, someone who had an abusive husband, and surely someone who would sleep with the next man who could save them from the pain that they always felt.
Your eyes lingered around the bathroom, seeing some of Elvis’ things—pill bottles, products that you were sure that you could afford even. You ultimately decided that you would take a shower, scrubbing away the tears and mixed emotions that stemmed from the day before. Once you were done, you dressed into the dress that you wore the day before, blood stains now dried in the material. You were in the middle of fixing your hair when you heard the door open. “Sweetheart?” The southern drawl that would make you see stars cooed to you. “Elvis?” You stepped out of the bathroom, bashfully looking down as his cerulean hues looked over your body. He didn’t wince at your appearance, in fact, he held a look of adornment as he crossed the room to you.
His finger tilted your head up as his soft eyes looked over your face, smoothing lost strands of your hair away from your face as he caressed your cheek. “‘Ya ain’t gotta hide from me, baby.” His voice came out in a whisper, but you heard every single syllable as your eyes found his. He was holding a bag in his hand, placing it into your hands as he smiled down at you. In your eyes, he hung the moon and the stars, saving you from your nightmare. You quickly remembered that he was the one who found you, the one who whisked you away from your husband, and the one who showed you that you didn’t need to be afraid again. “What is this?” You asked, opening the bag that he had given you. Inside of it was a new dress, the price tag catching your eyes as your heart leaped into your throat.
You definitely couldn’t afford this type of dress and even if you could, the price was absurd. “I can’t accept this, Elvis. I already put you through too much.” You rambled on as you caught his eyes darken, before he frowned. “You listen to me, honey. I don’t know if you forgot, but you’re my girl now. That bastard ain’t havin’ nothing to do with you anymore.” His stern voice spoke, but you knew that he wasn’t upset with you. Your heart knew that he was upset with your husband, his hands balled up into fists as he talked about your husband. You couldn’t say anything but you managed to nod as you pulled the yellow sundress out of its confinement, holding up to your body.
You didn’t know what came over you, but you wanted nothing but to please him. You pulled the bloodstained dress off of your body, revealing your bruised body to the man who was still standing in front of you. At that moment, he winced as he took in your day old bruises and scratches, his hands unclenching as he ran his fingers over the scratch that connected to your breasts. “I oughta find that son of a bitch and kill him myself.” He grumbled as his eyes softened once more, seeing your eyes tear up. The pain that covered your features was enough to wrap his arms around you as he pulled you into his warm embrace. He was much more different than your husband, gentle and meek as he held you into his arms. You felt safe and yet you didn’t even know this man a few days ago.
“Get dressed, sugar. I’m taking you out with me today.” He whispered into your ear, goosebumps appearing on your skin as you nodded your head obediently. He released you from his warm embrace, the coolness of the room sending shivers over your body as you pulled on the matching lingerie set that he had also bought, the white lace catching your eye. The dress felt so soft against your fingertips and your body as it hugged your curves in different ways. You had no idea what you were in store for today, but you would follow Elvis into hell if he asked. You owed your gratitude to him for everything. “Can I bring Lindsay with me, Elvis? I haven’t seen her since yesterday.” You were worried about Lindsay since you had no clue where your husband was and you knew that the look that he gave her was carcinogenic.
“She’s already with Joe. No worries, darlin’.” You took a deep breath of relief, glad that she wasn’t harmed and was safe with one of Elvis’ men. The feeling of uncertainty changed into happiness as Elvis took you by the hand, leading you out of the room and out of your thoughts. Elvis led you down to the car park of the hotel, his suave black cadillac car sat waiting for the two of you. Your eyes landed on a worried Lindsay, who immediately ran up to you and embraced you in a hug. “That son of a bitch did a number on you. I wanna throttle him.” She wailed, rubbing your back for extra comfort. You chuckled in her hair, pulling away as you wiped the tears that fell down your cheeks once again. “Believe me, you’re not the only one.” You turned to look at Elvis, who was in conversation with Joe.
“Did something happen between the two of you last night?” Lindsay giggled, pointing over to the taller man before looking over at you. “I’m not telling you. Get in the car, silly.” Lindsay climbed into the back of Elvis’ car, with you following suit. You had never been in such an exorbitant car such as this, the leather seats even seemed as if you moved too much, it would become worn out. You sat in the seat, watching as Elvis followed not long after, his hand resting on your knee as the door closed. Lindsay nudged you, shooting her head into Elvis’ direction before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I’d say that something did. Look at how he has his hand on your knee. He doesn’t want you out of his sight.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at Elvis. He was looking out of the window, but you couldn’t help but notice a little smile on his lips as he could surely hear the words that Lindsay was saying.
The ride was silent for the most part aside from conversation between Elvis and some of his mafia, talking about things that happened at the show the night before. You were happy to hear Elvis interact with them, seeing how comfortable he truly was with the people around him. You and Lindsay were out of place and from the outside looking in, you two were just women who were following Elvis Presley around until he got tired of you—discarding you to the side like yesterday’s news. His hand stayed on your knee, rubbing circles as if he could tell that something was on your mind. His head turned to look at you, a soft smile displayed on his lips before he leaned into your neck, nuzzling into the skin. “Everything alright, lil’ one? You’re awfully quiet and from the look on your face, you seem deep in thought.”
He was definitely different from your husband. Your husband would never ask if something was wrong, and even if he did, it was never genuine. You couldn’t begin to explain how alone you felt in what should have been the comfort of your own home, sometimes going into your room while he was elsewhere in the house. With Elvis, you wanted to stay in his presence as long as you could, basking in the warmth that radiated all around him. “I’m just thinking about what happens now since the ordeal with my husband is over. What do I have to look forward to? I’m sure I have to go home to my family and they are gonna ask questions.” Elvis squeezed your knee in comfort, chuckling in your ear. “Don’t worry, darlin. I think the first thing you should do is enjoy the moment. I wanna take my girl out for a day in the town, then if you still wanna leave, I’ll send you back to your family myself.”
Your brain was moving a mile a minute, thinking of scenarios that you could tell your family about what happened with your husband. However, your heart wanted to scream, shout at the top of the world that you needed to stay in Vegas with Elvis. In a few short days Elvis had become your safe haven, taking care of things that you didn’t think would even be possible. You were taken out of your thoughts as the car pulled into a shopping mall. Lindsay squealed beside you, tugging you towards her as she looked out of the car’s window. Your head turned back to look at Elvis to see that he was chuckling under his breath, a look of relief covering his face as he noticed that your mood changed. At this moment, your decision about your family was put on hold as Lindsay pulled you into the big shopping mall.
The day went pretty well, nothing that a shopping spree and dinner date couldn’t fix. You were now back at the hotel with Lindsay, getting ready for Elvis’ midnight dinner show. You sat in the mirror with Lindsay as she did your makeup for the night. It took some time, but it was beginning to look as if you didn’t even go through a fight with your husband. The little scratches that littered your face were covered with concealer and mascara concealing that the altercation even happened. You and Lindsay made your way down to the ballroom, finding Joe and Jerry waiting for you at the door. “Elvis has special seats for the both of you ladies. Follow us.” Jerry led the way to a table that sat right in front of the stage.
You sat down at the table that Elvis had reserved for you, sending a look of appreciation to Joe and Jerry as they went on their way. Lindsay looked so excited, her body glimmering with excitement as she eyed the stage for Elvis’ entrance. You weren’t the only one who held stars in your eyes as the lights lowered and the band began to play “That’s All Right”. You clapped your hand excitedly as Elvis entered the stage, his eyes immediately finding yours. You blew a kiss his way, earning a wink from him. Lindsay squealed, tugging on your arm as she noticed the interaction between the two of you. He looked magnificent, his conquistador suit hugging him in all of the right places. You weren’t even there for long, but you could feel your arousal pool in your panties, completely ruining them.
As the show went on, you were rubbing your thighs together to try to find some sort of friction, Elvis giving you the fire that you always hid, but it wasn’t enough that you knew that only he could cool it down. He would move over to your table on multiple occasions, changing some of the lyrics to his songs with sexual innuendos that only you knew. You wanted him and he knew it. The sexual tension between you and him were off the chart at that point, taking everything in you not to run on the stage and take him in front of the entire crowd. However, you were his good girl so you decided that all good things could wait until after the show. If only things didn’t turn over at the drop of the hat.
You looked over your shoulder as you noticed a person move through the crowd. Your heart stopped for a second as you felt dread fill your body. “What is it, baby?” Lindsay pulled you close to her, following your gaze to the person who was hiding in the crowd. “Do you think that he is still here? I know Elvis said that the fellas handled him, but he was pretty upset yesterday.” Before Lindsay could answer, the crowd began screaming as a man stormed the stage, heading towards Elvis. Lindsay gasped as she pulled away, her hands covering her mouth. It was your husband. Your husband was storming the stage towards your lover, carrying a gun in his hands.
You stood up from the table, screaming at the top of your lungs alerting Elvis who stopped mid song to face the assailant who was charging him. “Elvis!” You rushed to the stage, but Lindsay pulled you back. You fought against her, only being able to watch as the confrontation unfolds. Elvis reached down to his pants, pulling out his gun that you noticed was the same one that was against your husband’s head, his feet turning him around to charge but the mafia and some of the orchestra running around to keep Elvis from engaging with the man. Joe and Jerry held on to your husband, pulling him back as he held up the gun in his hands, fighting to pull the trigger.
You knew you couldn’t watch your husband shoot Elvis, wanting to look away but your eyes stayed glued as Elvis was screaming to let him handle it. The screaming was blocking out what was being said between the crowd that was full of men, the two men in your life both fighting to get to one another. It seemed like minutes were ticking by into hours until they finally got your husband away from Elvis, police waiting to take him into custody. You didn’t want to see him, choosing to stay at your seat, sobbing in Lindsay’s arms as the curtains begin to close. You were in shock, not knowing that your husband had a gun or even if he planned on using it on you after harming Elvis.
Seconds later, Vernon came to find you and Lindsay, quickly ushering you and her backstage. Lindsay rushed over to Joe as soon as she saw him, Joe pulling her into his arms as she shook with fear at what she had just seen. You were numb, feeling responsible for the actions that your husband took a while ago, not knowing how you would be able to face Elvis. He was surely going to toss you to the side now, not wanting the drama that came with your broken marriage. Your only solution was to leave Vegas and return home to your family and possibly your abusive husband, becoming stuck once again in the cycle that you were so desperately trying to escape. “Y/N. Elvis wants to see you.” Jerry came up beside you, a look of pity flashed in his eyes as you followed him to Elvis’ dressing room.
Jerry knocked on the door, alerting Elvis that he found you. The door flies open, showing a smiling Elvis. He pulled you immediately into his arms, holding onto you as if you would break. Your arms wrapped around his slender frame, sniffling as the situation finally pulled what you were really feeling out. You were afraid. You were afraid that your husband would be back to finish you and him off, afraid that you would have to return home to your husband, and mostly afraid that Elvis didn’t want you anymore. “I’m so sorry, Elvis. I didn’t know he would come back. Please, don’t hate me.” You whimpered, looking up at the man as he placed his ring-clad fingers on your cheeks. Elvis held a look of adoration, his eyes shifting to something that you couldn’t quite place before he pulled you into the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Darlin’, none of this is your fault. That bastard wanted me. There’s nothing more deadly than a man who has nothin’ to lose. He lost you to another man so he wanted to go down knowing that he took something precious from me.” Elvis chuckled, pressing his lips to your nose. Considering the situation that happened, Elvis seemed to be in a good mood. You, on the other hand, were scared beyond belief. You didn’t know if your husband was truly gone and that scared you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Elvis placed his finger against your lips. “I know what ya tryna say. I’m not gonna stop seeing ya because of that son of a bitch. I promise ya that I would protect you and that’s what I’m gonna do.”
“Really? You aren’t gonna toss me away like trash, are you?” You whimpered as tears continued falling down your cheeks, as your heart continued breaking at the thought of being away from him. “No baby, I’m not gonna throw you away. You’re my girl. Ain’t nobody gonna take you from me.” His fingers wiped your tears away, pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss that shook you at the core. “Thank God for waterproof mascara.” You softly giggled, pulling Elvis into another heated kiss, carting your fingers through his hair as his arms wrapped around your hips. You pushed him back towards the couch that sat alone in the middle of the room, pushing him down on it.
“Woah, little mama. You got that same fire that I saw the other night.” He chuckled, spreading his legs apart, beckoning you closer to him. You smirked at him, walking over to him before standing in between his legs. “Daddy, I’ve always had that fire. You’re the only one who can bring it out.” You slowly unzipped his jumpsuit, running your fingers up his torso, fingers tangling with his chest hair that sat prettily on his chest. You hummed, reaching up your dress as you pulled your now sopping wet panties down your legs. You stepped out of them, making sure that your heels stayed on your feet, picking them up off of the ground. You placed them on his lap, watching with heavy eyelids as he picked them up, placing them against his nose, taking in your scent.
“Someone got wet watching their man handle business. I knew there’s a reason why I wanna keep ya.” He chuckled, placing your panties next to him, still tangled in his long fingers. You hummed again, crawling on his lap as you ran your fingers through his raven locks. You leaned down next to him, kissing up his jawline slowly. “There’s nothing sexier than a man who takes care of business. Who will take care of me.” You moaned into the shell of his ear, Elvis wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m the only one who can, darlin’. Why don’t you show Daddy how sexy it is.” He spoke in a raspy voice, his southern accent melting your body into his as you threw your head back in ecstasy from his words alone.
You hurriedly reached down to take his cock out of its confines. He was so damn beautiful, his foreskin sitting prettily on his cock, making your vulva burn with need as you eyed it as if it was made for you. “Ya like what ya see, mama? It’s waiting for you.” He spoke, your eyes snapped back to his face as you took his cock in your hand, the feeling of his soft skin sending chills up your spine. He twitched in your hand causing you to wrap your fingers around the base, squeezing slightly. That earned a moan from Elvis as his cerulean hues burned with desire from how sexy you sat on his lap, his cock in your hand. You pulled your hand away slightly, licking the palm before wrapping your hand around his cock once again, slowly jerking him.
Elvis moaned, throwing his head back on the couch as his cock grew hard in your hand. You placed the head of his uncut meat against your folds, rubbing slickness on as much as you could, moaning from the friction that you were finally getting. Elvis placed his hands on your hips, guiding himself against you as you rubbed yourself off on him. The noises that it made was borderline sex, giving you the much needed confidence to continue. “Fuck, mama. You’re so wet.” He whined, bucking his hips up against you as you continued grinding down on his cock. You gasped as your orgasm crashed over you from the rubbing, your juices dripping over his cock and his suit as you rubbed yourself through your orgasm.
“That’s it, mama. You’re such a filthy girl, ain’t ya?” He bucked his hips up harder into you, his cock sliding deep inside of you. You let out a long, pornographic moan as your hands held on to his shoulders. “Now that you got yourself off on Daddy, it’s my turn.” His hands held on your hips tighter, dragging your pulsating pussy against his lap. Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly grinded yourself on his cock, your pussy leaking with juices as you hugged him tightly. Elvis grunted as he bucked his hips once again, hitting your spot immediately. Your moans grew higher with pitch as you tried to keep your pace going as desire began to take over. The feeling of the situation that happened earlier disappeared from your brain, only feeling you with the sight of riding Elvis until you fell apart.
Your pace picked up now, almost bouncing yourself off of his lap as you rode him with ferocity. The skin slapping noises mixed with the grunts and moans coming from you and him were driving you crazy, your body heating up with need as you craved to have more of him. You wanted him to absorb every part of you, eventually possessing your every being. “Elvis, I’m gonna-,” You clenched around him once more, your dam bursting from the pressure of your orgasm as you fell apart on top of him. He continued forward, his hips pounding crazily into you as he chased his own orgasm. You felt overstimulated, your body humming from the high of your orgasm as you continued clenching around him. His moans were raspy, grunts long and loud as he spilled into you, wrapping his arms around your waist again.
He pulled you into him, catching his breath as his orgasm began to subside. He looked up at you, smiling his beautiful smile as he placed his forehead against yours. “That was..fantastic, baby.” He spoke, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. It was quiet between the both of you at this moment, the desire becoming replaced with contentment as you watched him and he would watch you. “Elvis, I’m divorcing my husband. I can’t continue to let him bother you. He needs to go.” You ran your hand down his cheek, resting on his jawbone as you looked him into his eyes. You knew that it wasn’t his fault that this happened, it was yours. You had only one option to keep him coming back, leaving him for good. Elvis nodded his head as he gave you a small smile, seemingly speaking all that he wanted to say with that look. “I’ll help you with whatever you need.”
“I leave tomorrow, Elvis.” You whispered as you placed your hands into his, squeezing them reassuringly. Elvis’ eyes shifted to a look that you’ve never seen before, it seemed as if he had heard that his whole world was breaking. “No. Don’t leave me, honey. I’ve never been this happy for a while, don’t.” He spoke with a hint of sadness, his eyes speaking volumes of the emotion that overwhelmed him. “I only paid to be here until tomorrow. I have to go back to my family and explain what happened between me and him. I have to divorce him, but I will come back if you will allow me.” He pressed his lips to yours as he shook his head.
“I’m not letting you go back. That bastard will follow you and he won’t let you come back. I can feel it.” He tilted your head up to look into his eyes, your heart flipping in your chest as his blue eyes looked deep into your soul. “Stay with me. I’ll pay for you and Lindsay to stay, you can file for divorce and if I need to, I’ll talk to your family myself.” You were torn, but you nodded your head in confirmation that you were going to stay.
A week went by without any hiccups, in fact, you were almost sure that things would go back to normal. You spent your days with Elvis, making love at convenient times, even sometimes at inconvenient times, but you were happy where you were. Elvis stayed true to his word, helping you with the divorce process as you headed towards a future without your husband. You stayed in contact with your family, filling them in with the things that your husband had done, while also ensuring them that you were safe where you were, with Elvis in Las Vegas. You would attend his shows every chance that you could, sometimes missing some because you were so tired from the divorce proceedings.
“Are you coming to my show tonight, darlin’? I have a table reserved just for ya. I had to damn near fight the colonel off because he was adamant about the room being filled.” Elvis watched you as you stood in the mirror, dressed in a green dress that Elvis begged for you to wear. You were fiddling with your hair at this point, the curls falling into your eyes as you turned to nod at him. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world, baby. You know that.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek. “I have to go, but I hope to see my pretty girl sitting right where I can see her.”
There you were, sitting in front of the stage with Lindsay as you waited for the show to start. Lindsay decided that she would stay by your side, not wanting to miss any action that came your way. She had also grown close to Joe, their affection not passing your eyes. “Do you think that he would show up again?” Lindsay eyed you as she played with the toothpick that sat in her martini, her features showing a hint of worry as she spoke about your husband. Ever since the incident with your soon-to-be ex-husband, your eyes lingered around the room to see if there was someone who was out of place. He hadn’t made himself known in a week, but you were sure that he was long out of the police’s custody. The show picked up without a hitch, Elvis riding on the wave of the audience. His eyes moved over to your table on multiple occasions, sending a wink or a bright smile your way as he sang his heart out.
The show neared its end once again, Elvis walking through the crowd as he kissed women that were in his line of view. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t bother you a bit, but you knew that it was all part of his on stage persona, he was an enigma that every woman wanted a piece of. He made his way over to your table as he rounded the room, taking you by the hand. “You look incredible tonight, mama.” He placed his ring-clad hands on your cheeks as he pressed his lips on yours, his lips moving slowly as he kissed you softly. You weren’t able to get much kisses in before he was away from you, walking back over to the stage. Lindsay nudged you, winking as she sipped her martini, singing along with Elvis.
Joe came shortly after, taking Lindsay by the hand before whispering in your ear that it was time to head backstage. You hopped up out of your chair, following the lovers as you headed out of the ballroom. Your body moved faster than your mind could register, jumping into Elvis’ arms, pressing your lips to his in a heated kiss as the mafia and Lindsay whooped in cheers at the sight. Elvis chuckled into his mouth, wrapping his arms around your waist as he returned your kiss happily. “Someone wanted a little more lovin’ tonight.” He whispered, pulling away as he wiped the sweat off of his face. You blushed as you saw Jerry laughing, suddenly overcome with embarrassment as you looked up at Elvis.
You weren’t the type to go after a man who towered over you as Elvis did, but your heart didn’t care at the moment. Elvis was your home, he made you feel safe. “I have something to ask you, baby. You can say no, but I just think that we need some time away.” You tilted your head, pushing him forward to continue with what he was asking. “Well, would ya like to come home with me? I have a little vacation time in between shows, but I don’t wanna hafta leave ya alone.” He was asking you to go to his home back in Memphis, his castle. You heard great things about his house back in Memphis, seeing Graceland only in pictures when they were in the newspapers. Your eyes formed tears, catching in the corner of your eyes as you nodded like he was proposing marriage. “Yes, I’ll go home with you.”
The trip neared quicker than you had anticipated, you packed up everything that you had come with plus the things that Elvis had bought for you. Lindsay was coming along as well, so you were much happier knowing that you would be surrounded with people that you loved. Your excitement roared over you as you boarded his private plane, sitting near Elvis on the loveseat that adorned the pretty jet. You were spoiled more than you ever were, Elvis making sure that the staff catered to your and Lindsay’s every need. “These are my guests, so treat them exactly how you would treat me.” Elvis told them before takeoff, sitting beside you, pulling you into his arms. Lindsay sat beside Joe, sipping on a mimosa as she told stories about you and her as teenagers, running your parents ragged with your shenanigans.
Elvis roared with laughter, hearing about how you and her once sneaked out of the house to see him in concert, getting a beat down by your mother when you returned home. You were overcome with emotion as you thought about your family. You never saw them even being in the same town as them. Although they liked your husband to an extent, he never wanted them around you. You missed them even then. Elvis noticed that you weren’t laughing or smiling, tilting his head down to look at you. “What’s bothering you, mama?” You turned to look up at the man who changed your life in under twenty-four hours, smiling softly at him. He could tell that your smile wasn’t reaching your eyes, placing his finger under your chin as his blue eyes stared deeply into your soul.
“It’s nothing, Elvis. I just miss my family, haven’t seen them in a long time.” Elvis looked at you in sorrow, a glint of something that you couldn’t place crossed his eyes before he smiled at you again. “I know honey. You’ll see them again, I promise ya. Just promise me that you’ll try to enjoy yourself. You need it.” You nodded your head as you laid your head on his chest, the soft thumping of his heart lulling you to sleep as the conversation continued between everyone. You were jolted awake by the feeling of the plane landing, your eyes focusing on your surroundings. “We are home, baby. Let’s get ready to go.” You stretched your arms out as you stood up, Lindsay stepping over to you as she placed her hand into yours.
Walking off of the plane feels ceremonial to you, the sun shines brightly on your face as you take in a deep breath of air. Lindsay tugged you eagerly off of the plane, walking down the steps before stepping before a black car. Joe opened the door for the both of you, you climbing in after Lindsay. Elvis entered not long after, his fingers lacing with yours as you took off towards Graceland. His home was beautiful, the gates opening as it pulled into the long driveway. It looked much better than it did in pictures, your eyes physically taking in its beauty as the car neared the front door. “Wow, Elvis! This is such a beautiful house!” Lindsay spoke, causing a chuckle to leave your lips. Lindsay was always so lively, which made you love her even more.
“Thank you, Lindsay. Why don’t we have a little tour?” Elvis exited the car, taking you by the hand before walking up to the house. When you entered, your jaw dropped in awe as you never saw the inside. It was so beautiful that you felt out of place. The house was decorated sensually, the sultry vibe put you into the mood. You followed Elvis around the house, your awe growing as you could tell that he was genuinely proud of his home. You heard that he bought the house for his mother, who passed years ago. He made sure that he told the both of you that his parents room was off limits, a little shaking in his voice as he talked about his mother. You placed your hand on his forearm, squeezing softly before nodding your head at his instructions.
“Where am I sleeping, Elvis?” You begin to follow Lindsay into her room, being pulled back into Elvis’ embrace as you look up at him. “You’re sleeping with me, mama. What are ya doin’?” He chuckled, pushing the door open to his bedroom, placing your suitcase down by the door. You walked over to his bed, laying back on the sheets, the softness of his bed locking you in. You sighed out in happiness, feeling the bed dip beside you as Elvis pulled you up into his lap. You pressed your lips to his, carting your fingers through his hair as you latched on to him. “Don’t get carried away, mama. We have plenty of time for that.” He pulled away from your lips, earning a whine from you as he laughed deeply.
“Don’t whine, little girl. We have things to do. You’re gonna enjoy yourself while you’re here.” His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed a firm kiss on your lips, standing up with your body still in his arms. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your head nuzzled into the nape of his neck. As he placed you back down on the bed, his lips finding yours again, you knew that you had won.
Your eyes popped open, the sun slightly in your eyes as it had begun to set behind the horizon. Elvis wasn’t in bed beside you, the coolness of the room sent shivers over your body as you reached on the floor to grab your discarded clothes. You could hear laughter from downstairs as you opened the door, fixing your hair before you walked down the stairs towards the sound. You could see Elvis sitting behind the piano, a cigar burning in his fingers as he conversed with one of the members of his team. His eyes moved over to where you were, the gaze beckoning you closer to him as you crossed the room to where he sat. “I tried to wake ya, little one. You were snoring like a grizzly.” He chuckled as you swatted at his arm, embarrassed that he heard you snore.
“No I didn’t, hush!” He shook his head as he continued laughing, taking your hands into his as he kissed your lips softly. “Your home is really beautiful, honey.” You spoke against his lips. Elvis stood up from the piano, taking you by the hand as he opened the front door to the house. “I want you to come somewhere with me, mama. Only I come out here when I’m home and I can’t sleep.” He walked you over to what he called the ‘meditation garden’, wrapping his arms around you as he drew in a deep breath. “Sometimes when I can’t sleep, I would come out here and it would take away any stress that I had. It’s really peaceful out here.” He looked down at you, smiling slightly before he continued. “I know it’s a lot askin’ ya to come back to Graceland with me. I ain’t only askin’ ya to come back for a vacation, baby.”
“I’m askin’ ya to come see your new home. Askin’ ya to move in with me. You know what I’m saying, mama?” His eyes begged for you to stay by his side like it did before, almost like a child who needed someone to be by its side. “You’re asking me to move in with you? But my family-,” He pressed his finger to your lips, shaking his head. “Your family can come here too. I talked to them earlier while you were asleep. Of course, your daddy wasn’t so easy to convince.” He laughed, tapping your lips. “But, I told them that they are more than welcome to move here to Memphis to be closer to their little girl. I’m not gonna take ya away from your family like your husband. I know that you’re not officially divorced yet too, so don’t go spouting that when ya answer me.”
There was silence on your end as your brain moved a mile a minute. You were torn, excited that he was asking you to move in with him but you were also scared that you were moving too fast. You moved fast into your marriage and it ended badly. He beat you, he forced you away from your family, he had broken you. “I know what you’re thinking, baby. You don’t wanna move too fast and I understand ya. I just want to protect you as much as I can. I can only do that when you’re with me.” You nodded your head, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes without your knowledge. “I want to. God, I really want to. I’m just scared, I don’t want this to repeat again. You saw what he did to me. What he could do to us. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Elvis. That will kill me.”
Your sobs were the only thing that could be heard, embraced into his arms as you poured out of the emotions that poured out of you from the last few years. You did cry on occasion, but you had never broken down like you were doing now. You were sure that Elvis was getting tired of your cries, but he would prove that he could handle all of the things that came his way as he held you in his arms. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. You ain’t gotta answer me now, I know it’s a lot of ya.” He consoled you, kissing the top of your head as he held you. While he was holding you, someone was watching from behind the trees that sat around his property. Your husband had found out where you were, watching with anger as he watched you embrace your lover as you sobbed.
He wasn’t about to allow you to continue being happy while he was alone. He lost his job, lost his home, but he was not about to lose you. He had nothing to lose. He saw the silly little papers that you filed against him, contesting for a divorce. It was til death, he wasn’t leaving this world without taking you with him. As you were tangled up with your lover, enjoying the bright stars that adorned the sky, he sat seething in the bushes formulating a plan that he was sure would be successful. He finally gave up watching you with Elvis, stomping away as he hid until his plan would begin.
The thoughts of Elvis asking you to move in with him burned at every stem of your body. The time that you spent with him at Graceland was wonderful. He took you to his ranch, showing his horses off to you. He even made you ride his horse, Rising Sun as he talked about the future. He wanted to try his hand at movies again, but without the singing. He wanted to tour the world, but he wanted you to be by his side. The more than you heard from him, the more your heart yearned to stay with him. You were brushing Rising Sun, only stepping away for a while from Elvis’ sight when you felt something pressing against your back. “Elvis, stop trying-,” You looked back into the eyes of your monster, his eyes glasses over with anger as he took you by the arm.
“Elvis? No, it’s only me, wife.” Your husband spat as he began dragging you into one of the empty stalls of the barn. You sobbed loudly, hoping that upon hearing your cries that Elvis would appear. Your captor slapped you across the face, his nails scratching open your lip as he pushed you against the wall. You yelped in pain, fear spreading through your body as he held a gun to your body. His other hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing as he moved his weapon up your dress. “Make one wrong move and I’ll shoot you, you understand? I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are.” He moved your dress up, noticing that you were wearing lace panties.
“I never bought you these. Must have sucked Elvis’ cock good enough to get some nice panties, whore.” He ripped your panties off of your body, a whimper coming out of your lips as you shivered with fear. Before he could move the barrel of the gun against your pussy, you could hear your friend Lindsay calling out for you. You looked at your husband who looked behind his shoulder, shaking his head as he cursed your friend under his breath. “One wrong move.” He reminded you before placing his hand over your mouth. It didn’t help though, Lindsay walked near the stall that you were in. She peeked her head in, gasping as she screamed out. “Y/N! You bastard! Let her go!”
Your husband turned around to face your friend, pointing the barrel of the gun at her. “You really need to fucking learn to mind your business. No wonder you’ll never get married.” Your husband taunted her, a snarl across his lips as he walked towards her. You took the opportunity of his back being turned towards you, jumping on his back, your hands slamming down against his face. Lindsay kneed him in the groin, slapping him across the face as she screamed out once more, calling everyone who could hear over to see the scene before them. Elvis appeared moments later, followed by Joe and a few more members that you were too busy to recognize. “Ya son of a bitch!” Elvis pulled his gun out of the holster on his side.
“Lindsay, get out of the way!” Joe ran up to her, pulling her away as she landed a few punches to your husband’s face. Your husband roared loudly, throwing you off of his back. You landed in the hay that sat behind you, grunting out in pain as you hit your head against the stall’s wall. Elvis pushed the safety off, pointing his gun in your husband’s face. “Didn’t I warn ya that if I ever saw ya around her again, you’ll fuckin’ die?” He chuckled, walking closer to the man in front of him, not worrying about the gun that was now being pointed at him. “I don’t have to listen to a fucking word you say. You stole my wife and fucked her! That’s adultery! I should blow your head off and make her watch you die before I blow her brains off right beside you.”
Elvis laughed, his blue eyes that you adored so much now clouded with anger as he stared your husband down. “Yeah? Before that could even happen, my boys could blow your head off before your finger pressed down on the trigger. You really didn’t think this shit through, you fuck! I gave you chance after chance and you’re still here. I told you, she’s my wife now. You lost your wife when she left you and came to me. How does it feel to see the woman you swore before God to honor and protect being protected and loved by another man? It must fuckin’ suck.” Elvis yelled at him, stepping towards your husband with every word that he spoke before the barrel of his gun pressed against his head.
“Fucking shoot him, Elvis! He’s never gonna leave her alone!” You could hear Lindsay shout from behind him, still trying to launch towards the man as she stared him down with anger in her eyes. At that moment, your husband turned around before you could move from your spot, grabbing you by the arm. The barrel of his gun was placed against your side, a whimper passing your lips as your eyes pleaded with him to let you go. “Please, don’t do this!” You cried out in fear, your eyes leaving your husband’s to look over at your lover, whose eyes changed from anger to a look of terror as he saw your fragile state. “Let her go, man. Let her go.” Elvis’ voice trembled with worry, still holding his gun in his hand.
“She’s leaving with me! She’s coming home with me! She’s my wife! Til death! Ain’t nobody gonna take my wife from me unless it’s under my hand or God’s!” He yelled at the group as they tried to de-escalate the situation. As time went on, more people crowded around the stall, police officers were beginning to arrive, you didn’t even know that someone even called the police as you were so terrified to die. “Sir, put the gun down! Now!” One officer stepped around Elvis, his gun drawn as he stepped towards you and your husband who still held his gun against your side. “You should be holding a gun to Elvis Presley! He took everything from me! I have NOTHING! No home, no job, no fucking wife! He took everything and yet, I’m supposed to sit by and let that happen?”
“Sir, put the gun down. We can talk about this.” You cried out at that point, the gun digging into your skin to the point that you were sure purple marks would appear the following day. Your lip stung from the breeze of the air, your body shivered from fear as your eyes never left Elvis. You wanted to run into his arms, wanting to feel safe. Elvis was staring at you, pleading with you to stay where you were. Your eyes left Elvis for a little, noticing that Jerry was coming in from the side. His eyes watched you, silently telling you that he was coming to rescue you. He tackled your husband, the gun falling away from your side and his hand releasing you. You instantly ran into Elvis’ arms, sobbing in relief that you were free.
“It’s okay, mama. It’s over.” Your eyes moved from Elvis to witness the scene happening before your eyes. The police officers were placing your husband in handcuffs, picking him up off of the ground as he struggled against them to get back to you. “Sir, you’re under arrest for attempted kidnapping, attempted rape, breaking and entering, and unlawful carry of a firearm.” They began reading him his rights as they whisked him away, his screams of your name burrowing into your bones as you continued sobbing into Elvis’ arms. Lindsay came up beside you, pulling you away from Elvis. She pulled you into her arms, whispering that it was over and that you were okay as Elvis went off to give his statement to the officers that were still on the scene.
It seemed as if time slowed down, your sobs and escalated heartbeat being the only sounds that you could hear. Lindsay walked you out of the stall, putting you into the car that awaited you. Your sobs had disintegrated at this point, feeling a numbing sense shroud your body as you watched from the car window of the chaos that ensued after a long and exhausting fight with your husband. The car that was carrying your husband pulled away from the ranch, your heart slowing down at the reality that your husband was finally gone. There would be no more fighting, no more running, and no more hiding. He was gone and you were free.
Elvis entered the car moments later, immediately pulling you into his arms once again. The car made its way back to Graceland, the whispers between everyone seemingly making you feel worse. You were the cause of all of the chaos, only you. Your husband came looking for you, putting Elvis and the mafia into harm's way. You were the cause of Elvis having to use his weapon on multiple occasions, you were even the reason why the police had to show up. If it wasn’t for you, none of this would have happened, yet you weren’t ready to face reality that Elvis would be much better off without you in his life. The question that he asked you the night before had now become more complicated. Were you ready to become baggage for someone else?
The car arrived at Graceland, people leaving the car in pairs, their whispers still being heard by you as they disappeared into the house. Lindsay exited the car lastly with Joe, her eyes looking back at you in worry as she soon disappeared like the rest; leaving you alone with Elvis. You looked over at your lover, your eyes filled with worry and fear as you awaited what he would say. He should leave you alone. You’re nothing but trouble. Elvis turned to face you, his hands holding your cheeks as he sighed out. “I know that look, baby. You had nothing to do with this.” You pulled away from him, shaking your head. “I had everything to do with this, Elvis! He has tried to harm you not only once but twice! Twice! And you’re telling me that it has nothing to do with me?” Your tears fell down your cheeks.
There was no use in crying. It’s all your fault. Elvis is better off without you. The words in your head convicted you, pulling you further into a black hole of despair and insecurities. “It has nothing to do with you, Y/N! You tried to escape him, you tried everything. He is the one who is at fault, mama. You should be able to live your life! No man should take that right away from you! It ain’t right, mama.” He pulled your body around to face him, his blue eyes still burning holes into your crying form. “He has ruined my life enough, Elvis. I can’t have him ruining yours too. You worked so hard to be where you are. I’m sure the mafia thinks so too.” You whimpered, earning a little chuckle on Elvis’ part. “Baby, I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say about my lady. You have gone through so much, you’re stronger than me! Don’t let people tell you any different.”
You nodded your head at his words, wiping the tears and snot from your face before looking back at Elvis, who held a smile on his face. He wasn’t acting like a man who was worried not too long ago that he would lose someone he cared about. He didn’t look like the man who radiated with extreme anger that could be felt around the room. He was Elvis, the happy go-lucky man that made love to you until the morning light, the man who spoiled you, the man who saved your life. At that moment, you had your answer. You were going to stay in his life as long as he was willing to have you. You wanted to be in his shining light right beside him, supporting and loving him along the way. Your husband was old news, Elvis was your future. “Yes.” You whispered out, eyes still glassed over with the tears that stung your eyes.
“Yes, what?” Elvis looked down at you in confusion, unaware of what you were trying to get across. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.” Elvis’ eyes changed from confusion to happiness, pulling you into his arms once again as he pressed his lips to yours. “I’m glad to hear it, baby. Let’s get you into the house, you need some rest.” Elvis exited the car, his long legs striding around the car before he opened your door. He took your hand into his, helping you out of the car, looking over at you as you winced at the pain from your husband’s gun being pressed against your ribs. He helped you into the house, leading you up to his bedroom. You crawled into the bed, closing your eyes as you tried to erase the situation that happened a while ago. Elvis got into the bed beside you, holding you as you drifted off to sleep.
The sun was back, pouring over your eyelids as you groaned in annoyance. You turned over in the bed, hiding your face in the pillow as your eyes opened from the slumber that had taken you. Your eyes adjusted to the room before you, a sigh of relief enveloping you as you sat up. Elvis wasn’t beside you, but you saw a note on the pillow beside you.
Baby,
I’m sorry that I’m not there when you wake up, had to take care of some business. I’ll be back soon with a surprise.
Love, Elvis
You hopped out of the bed, grabbing your robe before going into the bathroom to get ready for the day. After a long, steamy shower, you got dressed before heading out of the room. You exited the room at the same time as Lindsay, smiling softly at her as she walked up to you, pulling you into her arms. “Good morning, mama. How did you sleep last night?” You shrugged as you smiled happily. “Surprisingly, like a baby. I feel so free right now.” You took her by the hand as you walked down the steps of Graceland, entering the dining room. At the same time that you entered the dining room, the front door opened and you could hear laughter and words being exchanged. The people that you heard sounded oddly familiar, sending a wave of emotions through your body. It was your parents.
You let go of Lindsay, running into the foyer where you saw your parents and your younger brother. You ran to them, hugging them tightly as you sobbed happily. “My baby! You’re okay!” Your mother whispered in your ear as she sobbed along with you, pressing kisses along your face. Your father looked at you with a look of worry, his arms squeezing around your body as he sniffled. Your father rarely cried, the only times that you saw him cry was when you married your husband and when you moved away. Your brother joined into the hug, whispering how much he loved you. You felt a sense of being at home, looking over at Elvis who wore a grin on his face. “How did you get them here?” You asked him, earning a shrug on his part as he watched the family reunite.
Your family told you as the day went on that they found a new home in Memphis, moving immediately from your childhood home after hearing about the ordeal of your husband abusing you from Elvis. “We couldn’t bear being away from you knowing that this man was abusing our little girl.” Your father never spoke a word while your mother talked, but his face spoke it all. “Stay here with Elvis, darling. He deserves you more than that son of a bitch that we married you off too.” He shook his head as he walked out of the door. “Daddy.” You sobbed, beginning to head out of the door after him, but Elvis stopped you. “Darlin’, I’ll go talk to him.” He placed his hand on your arm before turning to walk after your father.
Elvis headed towards the meditation garden where your father sat, sobbing in his hands. “Sir, I don’t know a whole lot but I do know that you care about your daughter.” He sat beside him, patting his back as he sobbed. “That son of a bitch tricked us, Elvis. He made us think that he would take care of our daughter, but here he is beating on her like she’s some sort of wild animal. I should kill him myself.” Elvis chuckled before shaking his head. “I almost did it, sir. I almost did it.” At that moment, the two men bonded over one common thing: you. “Elvis, I want you to promise me something. I want you to take good care of my daughter. I don’t want to hear about you hurting her or I’ll kill you. You understand?” Elvis wasn’t the type of man who would listen to someone threaten his life, but he knew that if he was a father, he would do the same.
“I promise you, sir. I’ll take care of her as long as the Lord allows.” Elvis returned to you much later with your father who was laughing at a story that Elvis was telling. They didn’t stay long, telling you that they would visit as much as they could before they returned back to your hometown to finish packing up your childhood home. Here you were, in a new state, with nothing to your name but you were willing to start over as long as you had Elvis by your side. Later on that night, Elvis held you while you both enjoyed the stars in the meditation garden, whispering sweet things in your ear about how much he wanted to take care of you. “I wanna try something out with you, baby. You see, I have a lot of things that I like to do with the women I care about. Would ya trust me enough to let me?” You nodded your head, completely enamored with him.
He led you up into the house and into his bedroom, sitting you down on the bed. You sat there, dressed in a satin red nightgown as you watched him walk into his closet. He pulled out a Polaroid camera, snapping your picture as you smiled up at him. “I want you to take pictures while I please you. Can ya do that for me, mama?” You were nervous, but you nodded your head in spite of the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach. “I can, daddy. How do you want me?”
“Lay back and spread those pretty legs.” You laid back on the bed, spreading your legs open, revealing your pussy to him. He groaned out in pleasure, pulling your satin nightgown up before he got on his knees before you. Snap. His camera took a picture of you laid out before him, his tongue licking across his bottom lip before he pressed a heated kiss to your thigh. You shivered at the sensation, your skin forming goosebumps as he kissed higher until he reached your core. You moaned out as his tongue kicked a stripe up your pussy, your folds fluttering as he wrapped his lips around your clit. He handed you the camera, silently instructing you to continue with taking pictures.
Your hands shook as you took a few polaroids for him, throwing your head back in pleasure as he continued to lick and suck your quivering vulva. Your arousal poured out of you slowly like honey, toes curled into the sheets as moans escaped your lips. Elvis slapped your thigh, his eyes watching you as you snapped more pictures of him in between your thighs. You were in your own world that was created only for him, the feeling of him absorbing your every being felt beautiful. He slid two of his fingers inside of you, the coolness of his rings burned against your skin as he tongued down your folds. “You taste so sweet, mama. I could spread you on my biscuits in the mornin’.”
At his words, your arousal pooled out of you, coating his mouth and fingers as they continued their attack on you. You arched your back in ecstasy as your orgasm suddenly crashed over you in waves. You nearly dropped the camera, holding it tightly in your hands as you shivered in the bed. He pulled away from you, his mouth covered in your juices. “Mm, my woman tastes heavenly.” His fingers slid into his mouth, licking the juices off his fingers before licking the juices that were on his lips off. He took the camera from you, taking the final photo of your fucked out state before throwing it to the side of the bed.
Elvis unbuckled his belt, before taking his pants off of his hips. “I’m not done, mama. I’m gonna fuck ya so good that you’re gonna forget all about that son of a bitch. You’re mine now, baby. My woman.” He pulled his shirt off, revealing his tanned body to you. His chest hair sat prettily, his necklace nuzzled in between the hairs. He crawled on top of you, pressing his lips to yours. Your body ran wild at the taste of you on his lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You returned the kiss eagerly as tongues battled for dominance. Elvis was the first to pull away, placing his hand in between where your clavicle and jugular met.
“You remember the first night we met? I fucked you on my piano. Now look at you, about to take me in our bed in our house. I told you that I would take care of ya. I told ya that you’re my wife now. Ain’t nobody gonna take ya from me. Not even your fuckin’ ex-husband.” As he spoke those words while staring deep into your eyes, he plunged deep inside of you. You gasped out in shock, him filling you out perfectly. You did remember the first night that you met and slept with him, him fucking you all over his penthouse suite. The piano. The loveseat. The window view while he fucked you from behind against the window.
His thrusts started off slowly, your eyes locked onto his, his hand still holding your neck as he continued speaking about all of the things that he wanted to do. “You’re such a good girl for me, ain’t ya?” You nodded your head dumbly, quivering as you felt his hips press against you, his cock wrapped in embrace with your cervix. “I’m glad you came to me, baby. I’m glad you trusted me, believed in me, and loved me.” He whispered into your ear, his hips pulled out of you completely before he slammed back inside of you. You screamed at the top of your lungs, placing your hands on his shoulders where you dug your nails into his tanned skin.
Elvis fucked into you faster, placing kisses against your skin. You held on for dear life, moaning in a different octave at this point, his cock pressing against your spot in more ways than one. Your eyes formed tears as you whimpered in pleasure as he continued pounding his hips into you. “You saved me, daddy. Fuck, you protected me. Fuck!” Your words spilled out of your lips in time with his thrusts, closing your eyes as the pain from your tears stung. “I could have killed him. I could have fucked you in front of him, show him who you really belong to. You’re mine, my woman to love, my woman to spoil, my woman to fuck.” He moved his hand away from your neck, placing it around your throat as he continued pounding into you.
“Yes! I’m your woman, daddy. I’m yours to fuck. Please fuck me.” You whined out as you wrapped your legs around his towering frame, pulling him closer to you. He shook his head as he balanced himself on his right arm. “You’re gonna look at me while you cum. Look at me.” He commanded, your eyes snapping open as they stared into his darkened eyes. He grunted animalistically as his hips slammed against yours now. He was fucking you as if his life depended on it. You were his for the taking, only wanting him to devour your body. Your orgasm arrived, slowly reaching the cliff before diving head first around you. You could feel juices spilling out of you, your pussy clenching around him as he pounded away inside you.
You could feel another orgasm coming, the stimulation that you felt was out of this world. “Please, don’t stop, baby. Please.” You begged as he grunted in your ear. “Oh baby, you’re gonna cum again. You’re gonna cum again for Daddy.” He pulled your legs away from his waist, placing them around his shoulders as he placed his thumb on your trembling bud. “You’re gonna squirt again for me. Be my good girl.” He rubbed his thumb on your clit in a circular motion, his hips still pistoning into you. You grabbed a hold of the sheets, feeling your orgasm crash over you again, juices shooting out of you at a growing rate. Your heart felt as if it would jump out of your chest at how fast it was beating, your eyes crossed and moans pouring out of your lips incoherently.
Elvis roared in pleasure as he followed with his orgasm, emptying his balls into you. His seed covered your walls, feeling you with warmth as your sight adjusted to the room around you. The dots that were affecting your sight slowly went away, your breathing calming down. You pulled Elvis down for a kiss, laughing softly against his lips. “That was amazing, baby. Thank you.” You held him in your arms this time, running your fingers through his damp hair. Your eyes stared at the ceiling as you realized that you were happier than you’ve ever been. You didn’t have to worry anymore, the feeling of freedom finally came over you. You had Elvis and he had you. You were no longer just the housewife, it was all because of Elvis. You had a better life and you couldn’t wait to spend that life by Elvis’ side.
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Evil of the Thriller
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader
Excerpt: You heard the door slam and realized it was too late. There was nowhere left to run or even hide. A cold hand clutched you shoulder, and you wondered if you'd ever feel the warm sun against your cheeks and enjoy the sweet, summertime air with you friends. Would you ever see them again? Would you ever see Peter again?
A/N: The gif below doesn't really have anything to do with the story. I just found it sorta halloweeny and funny. Also, there's a little bit of mild gore.
Something moved in the bushes behind you. Spinning around to see the source of the sound, you saw nothing. You took a deep breath to calm your rattled nerves. Maybe walking in the dark by yourself wasn't a good idea.
You did a complete three-sixty to see anything suspicious, but the grounds of Xavier's Institute were silent, except for the occasional hoot of an owl and the slight breeze that rustled the leaves.
Ten minutes ago, it seemed the perfect opportunity to take a peaceful midnight stroll. Now you were regretting the decision. You stood still and peered into the shadows of the trees in the distance.
Was someone or something lurking in the darkness? That was absurd though. The school was protected by state-of-the-art equipment and regularly tested, and who would attack the mansion with the X-Men ready to defend it? Managing a small smirk, you stepped forward to saunter among the maples and oaks of the forest under the beautiful moonlight.
You froze, however, when the shadows shifted in an unnatural way and emerged a sight which almost stopped your heart. You were paralyzed as a monstrous horror, fixated on your figure, stalked closer.
No help was to be found, there was only yourself. Raising your hand, you sent an explosive shock wave concentrated at it. The hideous creature crashed into a thicket of black spruces, but it rolled sideways and continued toward you.
You blasted it repeatedly until your hands were aching. The beast was nearly upon you when you began to run faster than any Olympic runner has or ever will. In just mere seconds, you reached the door and flung it open. You bolted it shut and shouted into the empty foyer.
The others needed to be alerted to the beast clawing at the entrance. Professor X could freeze it with his mind, Ororo could strike it with lighting, Peter could race it to the ends of the earth. They could succeed where you had failed.
Sprinting up the stairs and down the hall, you banged on doors and shrieked for the students to wake up and kill the monster waiting for them outside. No one came. The rooms were vacant and the beds deserted. You were alone.
You heard the front door crash and realized it was too late. The horror was already inside. There was nowhere left to run or hide. A cold hand clutched your shoulder, and you wondered if you'd ever feel the warm sun against your cheeks and enjoy the sweet, summertime air with your friends.
Would you ever see them again? Would you ever see Peter again? Tears fell from your face and onto the floor for the heinous fate that awaited you.
Closing your eyes, you hoped this beast was only a figment of your imagination. Yet hallucinations don't creak floorboards or hold you in a death grip. You were out of time. This was how you died, no last-minute escape, no daring rescue, no second chance to live.
You turned your head to see the thing that was your death and let out another scream of terror. Forty, huge eyes leered back at you with each eyeball oozing blood that gushed over to its sharpened fangs.
You attempted to use your powers and struggled to get as far as you were able to from the monster, but to no avail. There was no escaping the blood-soaked jaws that meant the end of your life. Demons appeared and joined in feasting on your body.
Teeth plunged into your neck, stomach, and arms. You unleashed hellish screams and wails that signaled your demise. You wished it could be over and that death would release you from this earth-shattering pain.
You were awakened by someone shaking your shoulders.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Your eyes fluttered open. Peter knelt next to you, looking scared. Bolting upward, you wacked your arms to rid yourself of the devils eating them. You touched your neck, making sure it was attached to your head.
Peter secured your arms to your sides and said, "Woah, are you okay? What happened? You've been screaming in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare? What's wrong?"
You fought against him while sobbing that a beast was here, and it was devouring you. Then his words echoed in your ears. You've been screaming in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare? What's wrong? A TV was playing a horror movie.
On a table was a bowl of half-eaten popcorn, the wrappings of multiple candy bars, and two empty giant-sized bottles of soda. Pillows and blankets were piled on the couch where you were sitting.
It dawned on you that Peter and you were having your annual Halloween movie marathon. Did that mean the gruesome occurrence that you experienced was nothing more than a nightmare? Was it all fake?
You clutched Peter as if he was the last anchor to your sanity and broke into a fresh set of tears. They were tears of relief. The monster was not real and never would be. Your limbs hadn't been torn apart for demons' dinner, and Peter hadn't abandoned you.
He rubbed your back. "I don't think we should watch anymore tonight," he murmured and clicked the TV off.
You pulled away from his embrace, placed your hands on either side of his confused face, and kissed him flat on the lips. It was a wonderful, tingling sensation that forced you to completely accept reality. You stopped as soon as you started, not wanting to make Peter uncomfortable with your sudden action. "Sorry, I-"
"Hey, I didn't say I wasn't enjoying it." He smiled and resumed the impassioned kiss.
Afterwards, you asked him to stay, and he gladly obliged. When he heard about your nightmare in nauseating detail, he offered to fetch anything to make you feel better.
You rejected this because all you didn't want him to leave your side even for a split second; all you needed was him. Peter comforted you the entire night and promised to protect you from the evil of the thriller.
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#peter maximoff#peter maximoff x reader#quicksilver x you#quicksilver x reader#peter maximoff fanfiction#xmen fanfiction#marvel x reader#x reader#peter maximoff x fem!reader#peter maximoff x y/n
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Welcome to your stop for all things Unleash the Dark!
This post will answer any questions or concerns you might have regarding this little fic. It will be updated when common questions arise, or if I detect a new content warning should be added or removed. It may be called the "final draft," but it's still a draft nonetheless! Things could change!
[SYNOPSIS]
Sonic is a well-renouned hero of Mobius. Countless times he has risen against the Eggman Empire and emerged victorious, winning another peaceful day on his home planet. An easy jog, compared to the end of the world.
When a God of old breaks apart the globe, Sonic assembles old friends, and a little amnesiac, to mend it back together. The way becomes more clear with each new friend by Sonic's side, but the journey winds at night. In the darkness, people all over the world succumb to senseless frenzies. Monsters lurk in the shadows, killers, and before Sonic can join the fight, he realizes he's not the only one who's forgotten something important.
[GENRE]
Suspense, Drama, Supernatural, Character Driven
‼️ [CONTENT WARNINGS] ‼️
Please note that Sonic: UtD contains the following themes (ordered from most to least intense)
- Body Horror/Dysphoria/Dysmorphia ⚠️
- Mental Breakdown ⚠️
- Blood ⚠️
- PTSD ⚠️
- Self Sabotage (Reverse-Character Development) ⚠️
- Child Endangerment ⚠️
- Gender Dysphoria ⚠️
- Violence ⚠️
- Guns & Artillery ⚠️
- Swearing ⚠️
What you won't find:
- Major Character Death ❌
- Character Death ❌
- Bad Ending/Tragedy ❌
- Ships (Albiet one popular ship is mentioned only for plot's sake. No one is shipped together in this story) ❌
[Q&A]
What is SONIC: UNLEASH THE DARK?
This is my "love letter" to Sonic Unleashed, a 2008 mainline title. The story--at it's core--is a retelling with a few new twists and turns!
Why UNLEASH THE DARK? Dear God, why?
It's wild, I know. This was supposed to be a fun project I kept to myself, but I started to let my ego get to me, so here we are.
How often will you post chapters?
I hope to post chapters once a week. Please keep in mind I work 40+ hours a week so there may be delays. I will be taking brief 2-3 week hiatuses between acts in the story in order to keep up!
How many Acts are there?
I'm following the five act paradigm. (Four mini-hiatuses!)
What's up with the darker tone?
I like to make an impact. I tend to be a bit more serious about cause-and-effect in my storytelling. While things are going to get pretty tense, I hope the ends justify the means; I feel like there's something in the story that Sonic's character has always needed.
Why are they humans?
Honestly it doesn't make a big plot difference if they are or are not humans, I don't know why I was so compelled to write them this way but feel free to interpret them as their "the [animal]" counterparts lmao
Where are you posting this?
AO3! Info on where to find me there will be updated soon.
Please feel free to dm me any questions! My asks are open and I am also available under the same name on Instagram. I hope you like Unleash the Dark!
Please look forward to chapter 1's release on the 30th!
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*music plays* you thought it was over... ha-
This idea weighs heavy on my mind.
Jamil with a thunder beast s/o.
So, everyone in school knows that s/o's emotions are connected to the electricity surging through their body. Most of the time they can control the electricity and attack with it, but depending on how intense their feelings are, they tend to electrocute people a lot. That's the jist of it.
Now, Jamil overblots and kidnaps s/o because he knows there's something dormant inside them and he wants to unleash it.
So he hypnotizes them and forces them to look deep inside, and accidentally awakens a giant thunder beast that looks like a giant wolf cat thing.
He uses s/o to destroy everything and everyone, and when he finally goes back to normal and the hypnosis is off s/o, the thunder beast becomes like it's own entity, and continues to rampage. Now Jamil has to fix this.
The fact that lightning is my favourite element/power ever-
Also, I hope I did it right (I was not sure what a thunder beast was, so I had to do some heavy research)
I did take liberties in figuring out how they could fix this tho. Also, where the chapter ends was planned.
CW: Violence, Slight Hyperventilation
Overblot Jamil x Thunderbeast!S/O
You couldn't claim to have loved Jamil since you met him. It took eight months of hating him for you to get to know him, another four of being friends, and finally - three months ago - you two had started dating.
He wasn't supposed to overblot, that was never what you wanted for him.
It was like a nightmare for you.
Lightning was cackling outside - you silently apologized to Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim and Yuu. Your boyfriend had launched them all out the window. Guilt pooled in your stomach at the knowledge that they would have a more difficult time getting back due to your emotions connection to the weather.
"The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask, bow when I command. Snake Whisperer."
You began to panic as you felt your mind start to fog. It was a struggle to remain in control.
Jamil was stronger.
"Look deep within yourself - release the power that lays dormant within."
You sunk further into your mind until you were looking upon the monster that had haunted you for the entirety of your life.
A wolf or a cat - you weren't entirely certain, it's body composed entirely of lightning. People had called it many names over the centuries. Thunder beast and Raiju were the most common. A powerful being that could kill easily and with no remorse.
It was released.
Jamil grinned maniacly as your form changed. The true power that you hid all this time was a thunder beast? Oh, this was marvelous! Now he would never have to bow down to Kalim or anybody else ever again! He would be free!
Forever.
He sat upon his throne, you obediently off to his right. His dormmates, still entirely under his control, showered him in praise.
"Jamil, Jamil, he's our man!"
"The most handsome and powerful of all!"
"Kalim could never hold a candle to you!"
It took him a moment to realize something was off.
“YoU fIvE!” he roared. It was the Octavinelle trio, Kalim and Yuu. Jamil held out a hand. “DeStRoY tHeM!!”
And so you did. You wiped the floor with them easily…
…and Jamil was helpless to stop the stray thunderbolt that got redirected towards himself.
Once Jamil came back to his senses, the first thing he heard was arguing.
"Well, we need some way to fix this!"
"I, for one, blame Kalim for pushing Jamil to an overblot and therefore causing Y/N to become the Thunderbeast."
Wait what-
You...became a Thunderbeast?
The guilt started to pool up within him. He did this. He became so obsessed with power that he had ruined the one good thing he actually admitted to having.
He had to fix this, but how?
The vice housewarden's mind raced with the information he knew about thunderbeasts and he attempted to devise a plan.
They were generally companions of the lightning god. Harmless and gentle most of the time, yet agitated throughout thunderstorms.
That didn't help him here.
If only he could hypnotize you again, then he would be able to fix you without risking injury to you. Then again, if you remained like this, they would all be the ones who would end up injured.
"Kalim, Jade, Yuu," He spoke to them. "Guard the mirror. Y/n must not leave the Scarabia dorm. The rest of you, with me. We have to find them and fix this."
Surprised by how normal Jamil sounded, none of them argued or tried to convince him that he should remain in bed.
They were well aware that you were Jamil's entire world.
I swear to the seven, if I can get them back safely then I am never allowing this to happen again, Jamil prayed silently.
You were in the throne room, pacing and lashing out at anyone who approached you. Various students from Scarabia were crying, others were bleeding and looked fried. At the very least, Azul, Floyd and Jamil take comfort in the fact that you had yet to kill anyone.
Small victories.
He had a plan. Of course, he could not say how well it would work, but it was the only plan they had.
"Y/N!"
Your head snapped towards him and he quickly dodged a lightning bolt. Perfect.
"Y/n, please, I'm sorry..." His voice cracked slightly when you showed no sign of recognition. Were you and the thunderbeast two completely different entities? Or were you the same, just in different shapes? He had no clue.
"I'm sorry for hypnotizing you, I'm sorry for overbloting, I'm sorry just...please stop this."
He felt like there was a rock in his throat. He had to take a deep breath in attempt to clear it. Your focus was entirely on Jamil.
So far, everything was going according to plan. Still, tears fell from his eyes. He was beginning to hyperventilate.
"Please stop this..."
You lunged, tackling him to the ground - and blue fire was hot towards your face.
You howled in pain and begun shooting lightning around frantically. Your claws slashed, hitting Jamil across the cheek.
A lightning blast hit Azul head-on.
The fire kept coming though, from different areas of the room.
Arms wrapped around your body from behind.
"I've got Stingray-chan~" Floyd sang, though he was clearly struggling to hold you. "Stingray-chan is strong though, Sea Snake, you might want to do something fast.
Jamil was back on his feet. Ignoring the pain, he met our eyes and did his chant. He felt the struggle for control. You were stronger than before, though. You were almost too strong.
Another fire blast from Grim was the final push he needed to distract ou enough so that he could win.
"Calm down!" You did as told, thrashing halting. "Switch personas - give us Y/n back!"
Once again, you were within your own mind. Thunderbeast and human met eyes. "It is time..." the thunderbeast rumbled, "You will be safe once you awaken..."
#Twst#twisted wonderland#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#thunderbeast#writting this instead of getting ready for work#nobody explained how to be a functional adult lol
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