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sweetbillwriting · 7 months

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A Thousand Leaves

The Eyes of A Son - Part 6

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, violence, death, blood and diseases, age difference, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering!

Eric Kiehl was a man of reason even if his wife was far from it. While she believed in the most spiritual teachings he didn't really believe anything of it. Religion had beautiful stories but nothing more than that. He was sure of it.

He knew his wife Bea was fascinated by the young man they had let move in with them. Tha tall, skinny boy had been through a lot but she made him to something more. Everything she thought was special with him was something spiritual, otherworldly. Eric had also liked the boy, something in him made him think about their son, Isaiah. Their son had died tragically in a boat accident and had left the family and their home empty. It was strange meeting Henry. He didn't look like Isaiah but both he and his wife recognized the warmth and eyes full of love from their son. Attributes they had never seen in their daughter.

But things had changed. He could still see his son in Henry sometimes but he could also see something else. It was strange seeing Bea and her female friends around him, giggling like school girls. He had even seen them touch him. First he believed they took advantage of him. Used the fact that Henry was weak mentally to be able to touch a young handsome man but then he saw it. Henry's smirk. His hands caress the women's waists. Even his wife's. His daughter was the same and showed a side of herself he didn't like. She was jealous and controlling. And he had heard them. Having sex. He had heard Henry having sex with other women too. He didn't even know who they were. Henry invited them into their home when it was dark and slept with the women in his son's old bed. His wife didn't believe him and continued to care for him like he was a wounded puppy. One day he finally got her to agree to help Henry to find something of his own.

They were about to tell it to the boy, make him understand he must learn to take care of himself but something stopped those plans. Henry's wounds, the wounds his wife called stigmata, started to bleed and didn't stop. Just like Jesus'. Bea was sure it was stigmata. The man was a saint.

Henry had asked for him to drive him to the hospital. Of course he did and when he looked back at Henry he could see his son again. Henry felt like Isaiah at that moment and he would care for him like he was him.

×××

Irma and Bea sat and watched Henry sleep. The doctors thought he had some unusual form of hemophilia and would try every possible treatment for it. But it was much they didn't want to tell Bea and Irma, they noticed. Of course, Henry was a grown up and there were things they couldn't just tell them without his consent. Irma looked at the doctor curiously. They stood outside the room's window and talked with serious faces. But one of them also laughed and dragged a hand over his face. Irma didn't want anything more than to hear what they talked about.

She heard her mom crying next to her. She didn't look at her. She was a bit tired of her mother's big feelings especially when Henry was her boyfriend and she didn't cry as much as her mother. It was silly, she acted like he was her son.

In the waiting room sat Eric but he wasn't alone. Five women sat in the waiting room. Two of them he recognized as his wife's friends, another he recognized as his colleagues' daughter. He didn't think so much about it until he heard the women say Henry's name. Over and over. They were all there for Henry. Married women and girls that hadn't even celebrated their twentieth birthday.

Eric thought back on Henry in the car. The eyes from their son. He was special, the women probably just felt it too. He thought about his son and Henry. How Henry would stay with them. He sat looking out the window when several people started to scream. He looked around confused and then looked down at the floor. Like an army they came from nowhere. They came from all directions. Crickets and cockroaches.

×××

The hospital staff moved the patients to other sections of the hospital and forced the visitors to leave. Family Kiehl heard people talk about how the insects must have lived in the walls and Irma thought the same. They had lived in the walls and maybe a small earthquake or something made them come out. But her mother had another theory.

"Don't you understand? It's Henry! The stigmata and now this? It's like Moses in Egypt!"

Irma didn't know what her mother talked about. They sat in the couch group in the house of the Kiehl couple, all three of them.

"So what? Is he Moses?" Asked Irma uninterested. Her mother had started to go too far in her thoughts. She sounded like a lunatic.

"He is the savior. He has come back. Judgement Day is near."

Irma gave her mother a look of mocking.

"I didn't know you were like, christian? I thought you were all for nature and stuff."

Her mother nodded with big eyes. She looked out in the air.

"But Henry has shown me the truth."

Irma didn't know how she should answer her mother and sat quietly. She thought back on Kevin's story. Maybe there was some truth to it. It actually seemed like Henry had saved all those women from their awful husbands.

Eric sat quietly, he just listened in the beginning but then shut off. He knew more than the women in his family. He had seen other sides of Henry. He once again thought back on the moment in the car. His son's eyes. But then he remembered something else, something he hadn't taken in at that moment. Henry in the rearview mirror. It wasn't his son's eyes. Henry's eyes were black as night and seemed to swallow the light around him. It was just a second. A second he hadn't thought about, like his brain didn't see it as anything important. It was strange how his brain had made it feel like something ordinary when he now realized he had seen the real Henry. The evil inside of him.

×××

Irma answered the phone at her parents house three days later. She often answered their phone because of old habits, it didn't feel like it was so long ago she had lived there.

It was Henry's doctor saying that he would be able to go home. The bleeding had stopped for now from the treatment and Henry had more energy. The news made Irma perk up and she thanked the doctor several times. She hadn't noticed her father stopping on the way to the kitchen to listen to her phone call in the hallway. He tried to understand what made his daughter so happy and thought about Henry. It felt like that was the only thing that could make the women in his family so happy nowadays.

"What was that all about?" He asked curiously. Irma gave him a surprised look and then looked around worriedly.

"Ehh… It was my job? They have heard I was here when they couldn't reach me at home."

Eric nodded a little but it felt like his daughter lied.

"And they gave me a new job," she said and faked a big smile but after having thought of Henry the smile became a real one.

"Oh, that's good, honey. But the article about Henry…?"

"Oh, yeah we will see."

Irma didn't want to write it anymore. He was a wounded man. A wounded man she loved.

She started to put on her outerwear and her father continued to look at her.

"Where are you going now?"

"Home. I need to prepare for the job."

Irma still smiled because she would go to the hospital. She would have Henry all by herself now. He was hers and her parents had started to forget that.

Henry sat on the bed when she came into the room. He wore his own clothes and smiled at her.

"Hey Irma," he said sweetly. His hands were still in bandages but now there were no bloodstains on it.

"Hey baby," she said back and with confidence she walked up to him and gave him a kiss. He looked at her surprised but then smiled.

"Again," he said with a low voice and laid his hands on her waist. Irma looked down at his big hands, it felt good having them there. She wanted his hands all over her. She gave him one more kiss but this time he deepend it, made her separate her lips so their tongues could say hello to each other. Irma giggled. Finally she got to be close to him again. There, her mother or young stupid girls couldn’t destroy their happiness. She straddled his lap and that made him lean back on his elbows.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He whispered.

Irma looked at him with big eyes. She could see they were completely black but right then and there it felt like it was a normal thing. It was nothing to react to.

"I don't want anything more…"

He looked down at his crotch and it made Irma do the same. With another guy she wouldn't be that girl that unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans but with Henry it felt like she would starve if she didn't. She didn't think about that they were in a hospital, with the blinds open. Anyone could see them.

She looked at his cock like it was a masterpiece. It was beautiful, so beautiful she sighed in wonder.

"Honey?" Said Henry and Irma looked up at him with all her senses pointed at him.

"I think you should ride me… And then I can give you a gift."

Irma nodded and took off all her clothes. Henry laid on the bed, looking at her with the black eyes and smirked by seeing her naked skin.

"That's a good example…" he whispered to himself with the same smirk.

Irma straddled his lap again and when she guided his cock to her opening he laughed.

"I will give you the best gift… My offspring."

×××

Irma looked at the man next to her in the passenger seat with a warm smile. She still saw that wounded man but also something more. She couldn't describe what it was. Maybe it was light? Or the opposite? It was something more she couldn't put her finger on but he was gorgeous, mesmerizing and sexy. She loved him. She even worshiped him even if that word didn't come up in her head when she looked at him. But she did.

"Can we go home to your parents? I just want to eat well and sleep…" he said sweetly. Irma really wanted to take him home to hers but she couldn't say no to him.

"Of course, baby…" she said with a smile and dragged her hand over his smooth neck. Henry smiled. She still saw the black eyes but still didn't react to it. It was just a part of him now.

×××

Eric came home to an empty home after having done some grocery shopping. It was nice to get some time alone and try to think about something else than Henry, the cockroaches and crickets. He knew Bea had her new age meeting and Irma had her job. He thought about stretching out the couch with a beer and maybe put on a video. He had bought some cheap ones in the video store. While putting the groceries in the fridge he heard it. A giggle. It didn't sound like either his wife or daughter so he furrowed his brows in confusement. When he heard it again he took one of the knives in the knife stand and armed himself. There was a woman in his home even if it was just him there.

"Hello? Who's there?" He shouted while spinning the knife in his hand nervously.

He didn't give an answer but instead heard a woman moan. It sounded like another woman he hadn't heard before. It must be Henry, once again he had taken an unknown woman to their home. But Henry didn't have a key. It was confusing but he still was sure it was Henry and that got confirmed when he heard Henry laugh.

"Eric? Your fucking pussy! Don't you dare to come in?" He shouted. Eric swallowed hard. He didn't like the insult and with a beating heart he walked into the living room where he had heard them.

Henry sat on the couch, completely naked and smirked with black eyes. Around him were all the women from Bea's new age group. Two of them took turns to jerk him off while a third sat between his legs with a lowered head. Eric didn't even want to think about what she was doing down there, so down low while Henry's feet were up on the coffee table.

"What the fuck…?" Eric said, dropping the knife from all the overwhelming feelings.

"Bea! Your husband is home!" Shouted Henry and let a fourth woman kiss his neck. Eric looked around confused until Bea came out from the bedroom as naked as all the others.

"I'm sorry Eric… But he is… The One," she said with a low voice. Eric just shook his head and was close to tears.

"What fucking is this?" He said. His voice broke by the tears in his throat.

"It's called an orgy. You should leave us alone if you don't want to see me fuck you wife just like I fucked your daughter."

Eric felt the tears stream down his cheeks and ran out from the living room, through the hallway and out on the porch. He cried loudly with such heavy chest pains it felt like a heart attack. He sat down on the stairs and tried to calm himself down. He breathed deeply for a long time, he couldn't even say for how long he sat there.

"Dad?" Are you okay?” He heard his daughter ask and he looked up. Irma stood in front of him and just behind her stood Henry. Both of them looked worriedly at him with big eyes. Eric looked at Henry in confusion at first but then the anger pushed in his chest and took over his body.

"You fucking little shit!!" He screamed and attacked Henry so violently Henry fell down on the ground. Eric gave him kick after kick in the head while screaming loudly.

"Dad! Stop! Stop!" Screamed Irma and tried to make her dad stop kicking Henry that laid curled up on the pavement.

He didn't stop until two of their neighbors took a hold of him. Eric cried violently and looked down at Henry who was completely bloody in his face. Almost all of their neighbors stood outside and looked at them, looking at Eric lose his mind. They saw how a man of reason became a monster.

Eric looked down at Henry who coughed blood while Irma sat with his head in her lap and cried.

"What is happening here?!" Screamed someone behind Eric. He recognized that voice all too well. He turned around and met his wife's eyes. She had both clothes and outerwear on and a new haircut. She shook her head and looked at him like she was terrified.

"How could you..?" She said and looked down at Henry. She also sat down next to Henry.

"Call an ambulance!" Said Bea and looked at her neighbors. "And the police," she said harshly and looked at her husband. Eric cried heavy tears. He didn't understand at all what was happening. Had he lost his mind?

Henry looked up at him with big eyes. His son's eyes but then smirked. His multicolored eyes got darker and darker and were soon so black they seemed to absorb the light around him.

"Please take him away from me…" he sobbed while looking at the women of Eric's family. His eyes were still black but the women didn't react to it.

"Of course. We will never ever let him into our life again," said Bea comforting and looked at her husband coldly even if he screamed of sadness.

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It wasn't hard for Eric to be released from the cops. He knew them all and none of them had seen what happened. But there was also one more thing. The police chief looked at him examining when he told them about Henry. The things that felt all too unbelievable he left out but he told them how he had made sexual approaches to both his daughter and wife and was on almost every woman close to them. The deputy next to the chief smirked amused but the older police looked at Eric with a serious expression.

"Can you leave us alone a bit?" He said to the deputy who answered with a confused look but walked out from the interrogation room.

"I've seen him. Outside of high school. Talking with the older students… The female students. I've always got bad vibes. He feels like the perverted type. And… One of the girls who I've seen him with is pregnant now. Her mother is on her way to move to run from the gossiping but her husband seems to want to stay here…" said the police with a low voice. He maybe shouldn't talk like that but it was just gossip, something Eric Kiehl could have heard somewhere else.

Eric nodded and let his thoughts go wild. The women he had taken home were maybe young girls. There was something really wrong with Henry.

"Can you check him up a bit? Like… See what you can find about the kidnapping?"

The police laughed.

"I don't even believe he got kidnapped. He just had gay sex and locked himself up."

"Why would he do that?"

"Who the fuck knows. I heard some things…"

Eric looked at him with big eyes and the police shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing I can tell you but it's fucked up shit."

When Eric got released he sat down at a bench close to the police office. He hadn't anywhere to go and didn't have energy to try to talk with his family. Henry had completely manipulated them. He really needed to find out more about the kid. Even the police chief thought the guy was creepy.

The town looked as sleepy as it always had done, there weren't many people out in the cold November weather but it had spread another coldness in the town Eric hadn't noticed and more and more young women realized they were pregnant…

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #castle rock #the kid #castle rock fiction #henry deaver

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midnightwitch92 · 7 months

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Ruby The She-Wolf of Castle Rock and her pack.

#halloween #horror #fanfiction #gilmore girls #stand by me #rory gilmore #werewolves #vampires #ace merrill #The Cobras #Ruby #The she-wolf o Castle Rock

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robinette-green · 2 years

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Chapter 4 posted!

Dreaming of Dancing Clocks (7900 words) by Robin_Green Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader, Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Moon & Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) & Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Sun and Moon are Separate Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), clockwork ball, automatons, ball room, Is it a dream, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fluff, I lied we have plot now, Reader-Insert, listening to fantasy/ dark academia music as I write this, Clockwork - Freeform, when I say plot I mean like and entire plot line, I Have An Ending And Everything, Romance, Angst and Romance Summary: Waking up in a ballroom filled with elegant dancers, you can't remember how you got there. Something if off about the others here but you can't put your finger on it.

in chapter 4 we finally get some questions answered.

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fanfic #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #sun and moon x reader #clockwork castle au

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artsyanapink · 1 year

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GANONDORF X READER

I was in hospital for 30 hours and had to start writting the smut part while I was on morphine. Really great decision... 👍 Anyway it's my first Ganon fanfiction so I hope I wrote the character well. I Imagined Ganon in Hyrule Warrior while writting this.

Warnings: SMUT Dubcon (kinda, I just want to be dominated by that man 😳), lust potion and use of force (I like things kinky and hard sorry not sorry) I ain't into villains and bad guys acting like puppies, so don't expect fluffy stuff. He's a bad guy. Not the Demon King for nothing.

On AO3 as well

It's being three years since Hyrule fell. Three years since the castle darkened. There was no sight of the princess anywhere after the king falls. Rumors has it that an evil Gerudo man took the place of the late king and that was the reason why the sun was never in the sky, replace by black clouds, especially close to the castle.

You were always taking a walk in the shopping district of the castle, taking in the songs of the birds and the voices of marchands urging people to buy their stocks. Everything, you would buy it there. But not anymore.

With no more exchanges between the four cities, there was nothing to buy in Hyrule. It was a dead place no matter where you lay your eyes upon. You had to go by feet in Goron city for the spices, Zora domain for the fishes, Rito village for arrows, sugar canes as well as oil and Gerudo town for the fruits. Only apples were growing close to your home and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

You made plan to get to one place each five days since the travelling was taking you two and a half. One if you were lucky to not incountered monsters lurking.

Today you would be going to Gerudo town to restock. You didn't dare go for some days after hearing more beasts were in the region. Hopefully today it would be calm. You changed for the heat while hiding your head from the gust of sand that were frequent and made your way to the town.

You knew you were closer when the dried grass started disappearing and the rocks made their presence known with their massiveness. They were huge. So big that they curved in the center, almost hiding the sun for any light to go through. And no sunlight in the Gerudo desert meant a chilling cold. Fortunately your clothes were warm enough to support the drop of temperature.

It wasn't warm enough however to keep you from the chill that went all the way through your spine. It seemed darker despite the sun hidden already and the shadow casted next to you gave you the affirmation you weren't alone. With small steps, you turned face to face with a enormous horse. His skin as black as charcol and his mane like fire. Your breath stucked in your throat when you saw the rider.

Ganondorf.

You would prefer being embushed by ten bokoblins than with this devil. You had at least a chance of getting away with the first.

"What is a girl like you doing here at night?" His gruff voice made the hair on your body stand as his eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You didn't like the attention on you like this, especially from this type of person. You stepped back, hoping to skirt around the man. "Nothing that concern you, sir." But he moved his horse in your way, halting you as the animal tapped its left hoof angrily with a whinny. You almost tripped at its actions.

"I insist." Ganondorf got down his mount, the clacking of his metal armor resonating in the silence as he made his way to you. He felt something special about you and despite having his doubt about a mere hylian, he would get to the bottom of this. Just like the animal was, the man was huge. Some hair escaped from the shawl on your head, his own red free in the wind. "I think you know who I am."

"I really do not know." You wished he would leave you alone. Ganondorf was gorgeous in your opinion, yes, but a danger. An evil being. It wasn't recommend to mess or less talk with him.

He gritted his teeth. "Do not lie to me, little girl." He grasped your wrist forcefully and you let out a painful whine. "Lying to me is like spitting on my face. Showing dirrespect will get you nowhere." Your body struggled against his hold, profanities leaving your lips every second for him. His eyes widened suddendly when a light blind the both of you, but not enough for the man to losen his grip. "That mark—" A twisted smile appeared on his face at the middle triangle glowing on the back of your hand. "So the legend is true. It does exist."

Confused and scared, you didn't falter your movements. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes met, the claws of his armor leaving a gasp from you. "Let me go!"

"I can't do that now with you in possession of something so important." There was a pregnant pause as his eyes gazed over your form. "You could still proved useful after I've taken it." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What—"

Ganondorf reached for the glow with one hand while the other was still holding you in mid-air. It felt like he was piercing your skin and you screamed, the light around you growing bigger. By the time the light dismished, your body fell limp. The triangle that was on your hand turned grey, getting a scoff from the man. He smirked nonetheless knowing he was closer to get the power he wanted and deserved.

"Just two more."

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Your sleep was over when you were throw on something soft. The action making your body bounced and mind alert. The hair on your skin rose up when your eyes made out a figure.

How long was he there?

"Look who decided to finally wake up." He sneered. You jumped from the bed but a yelp left your mouth when you were held back, tangling on the side of the bed. A gold chain was on your ankle, great.

Your eyes glared at him after colliding with the bedpost. Anything to be far from him although you knew inside that wouldn't stop this monster. "You got what you want Ganondorf. Why am I still here?"

The man chuckled darkly. "Feisty, aren't we?" He started to take off his armor, only the armsets with the claws staying. When he turned around however, red flood on your face. He already seemed built but without a top? The man was buff with muscles, red chest hair contrasting with his skin color. Your eyes broke from the sight immediately, hoping the Gerudo didn't see that.

But, oh, he did. "Enjoying the view small one?" Ganondorf threw the armor far while approaching your form dangerously. His eyes slit, challenging you to lie to him again and that shut you up. It only left you angry at yourself for finding this evil king attractive.

"You will stay here to keep me compagny and do as I say. Better started getting obediant now."

Keeping him compagny? "So now I am your pet?" You murmured unhappy, yanking the chain in resilience.

Ganondorf smirked devilishly, lookind down at you. He sounded condescending. "If you want to call it that way, pet." He emphasized the last word. "But you will watch your mouth soon enough."

"Or what?"

The door knocked suddenly, catching you on guard at who it might be. However, by the smile widening on the Gerudo man, you weren't excited to know. A sheikah entered the room. They look at you briefly and then at him. "Lord Ganondorf, I had found what you requested." The sheikah bowed down, giving the man a vial filled with red liquid.

Ganondorf didn't even look their way, his amber eyes on the vial with a twisted expression. "You're still being loyal after all these years, Sheik. I'm surprised."

"I follow whoever is the enemy of the royal family."

"That'll be all." The Sheika left in a puff of smoke.

"What is that?" Your voice was hoarse from the anxiousness, your gaze between the vial and the man.

"Something to keep you in line. It will bring great excitement to you, don't worry." The Gerudo man thugged the chain toward him, resulting in your body sliding to the end of the bed like a doll. It's like you weight nothing. It got a yelp from you and a booming laugh from him. He gripped the ties harder, bringing your face closer to his after the man crouched. "Open wide." But your mouth stayed close. Ganondorf growled at your disobience, irritated. "Don't start again, girl." He grabbed your cheeks and pressed with his armored claws digging into the skin. "Drink."

You finally let go after looking at him. The liquid ran down your troat. Instantately you felt hot and lighthead. "That fast huh?"

You couldn't keep your eyes off Ganondorf, your silent attraction reavealing itself so easily. "I feel strange."

He positionned himself on top of you, chest in full view. "You understand the effects do you, princess?" That nickname was new but it didn't bother you much as it turned you on more instead. Ganondorf cut the clothes with the sharp tip before grazing your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your voice ragged and reaching for air. The man continued to massage your breasts. "How does it feels?"

"You bastard—AH!"

He smirked triumphally while sucking the sensitive part. His tongue was hot and moving fast against your nipple. Your breath quickened at the attention your body was receiving. You hate that you love this. "Don't stop..." You whimpered, hiding your face with your hand.

"What was that girl?" You were interrupted by his hand caressing your lower parts. "Mh." Ganondorf gazed down a moment, his grin larger. "You're enjoying this quite a lot I see." The squishing sound of your garment and the juices were making you even more embarrassed.

"Just...." You try to ignore his eyes lingering on you. "Please continue..."

"Certainly princess."

Your lower body was naked as the air caressed your pussy. The man didn't struggle to take off partly his robe, revealing his member pulsing in front of you. Your pupils dilated and your mouth opened. "It won't fit—"

Ganondorf hands grabbed you easily by the hips, putting you on his lap, just over his member. Your owns instantly placed on his shoulders to create distance. "You were so excited to continue this little game." His voice resonated in your ears like honey, earning another whimper.

"I—"

His armored hand grabbed your cheekbones with power while you watched him with a mixture of lust and fear. "I'm in charge here girl. Don't command me, a king."

The intrusion was sudden but weirdly not as painful as you had thought. Maybe because your juices were flowing and cascading down the interior of your thighs. "That's it." He groaned silently, closing his eyes. The man's hands moved to your waist, applying more force before bringing your down again.

Your gasps filled the room. You were shaking. "It's too much! I'm too filled!"

"Perfect." Ganondorf replied and smacked his hips into you repeatively. He grabbed your hair from behind, another moan leaving your lips in exctasy. "You're mine to keep." He rolled his pelvis, touching new parts inside you that made you see stars. "Your power is mine. All of you—" He growled, changing position so you were now crouched on top of him, his arms snaking around your body and entering deeper than he had previously. "Is mine."

Your eyes rolled to the back, tongue out and sweat running down your body. "More....More please." You whimpered, shaking.

The movement stopped suddenly as his grip on you losened. You watched him with confusion and despair. You were so close! "Why are you stopping?" Your hands were on his pecks, his breathing moving your whole body to the ryththm.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. We are far from finished." He explained smugly. You were roughly switched on your stomach, your eyes half-lidded from the potion and the pleasure. Ganondorf fondled with your buttcheeks and you were vocal again after metal slapped the flesh.

"Ah!"

The man hips collided with your back, the new intrusion farther inside you. He gripped one arm, arching your body towards him while the other hand rest on the redened flesh. "How do you feel?" He huffed, his pelvis either creating round movements or entering forcefully, eliciting shocks across your body. "I sense your lust from your part of the triforce." He groaned, slapping harder but slower.

"I can't feel like this—I can't—" You mumbled inconherently and before you knew it, white filled your vision.

You rested there on the bed, panting and disheveled as Ganondorf looked over at you one last time then left the room laughing with an evil smile on his lips.

#x reader #fanfiction #i love him #ganon #ganondorf #ganondorf x reader #especially smut #reader #zelda #hyrule warriors #ganon x reader

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luckyarchivist · 3 months

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Touchstarved LIs and Fanfiction AUs They Should Be In

Haven't been able to stop thinking about the people who said Ais is "always the tattoo artist in tattoo shop/flower shop AU". I don't even like tattoo shop/flower shop like that but it was such a correct thing to say and I have to acknowledge that. So here's that plus AUs I've seen that I think the LIs should be in.

Ais

Flower shop/tattoo shop, as mentioned. This one is TOO good. Come ON. Ais as the hot-ass owner of the local tattoo shop? Him listening to your idea for a tattoo and then smoothly and easily inking it into your skin and telling you you're good when you don't cry? I don't even need to explain this one. It makes sense in like every way.

NASCAR/Formula One AU. The idea of him getting out of that car sweaty as hell in the full racing suit after crushing a track record? Like, taking off the helmet and shaking his hair out and looking like he couldn't give less of a shit about winning first place? Yeah. I am not immune to vroom vroom

Mermaid AU but he's a bull shark or an octopus, not a fish. IDK if I want his claspers or his tentacles more, but either way he should be lurking in the briny deep and protecting me from the real ocean monsters and threatening to eat me even though he probably doesn't mean it, probably.

Vere

Magic/Witches AU. - C'monnnn, he's already so witchy! He's got the sleeves and everything. And yes I know TS already has magic in it, but you know what I mean. He, like, lives in the spooky forest and the people of the village are deathly afraid of him, but you need his magical help, so against the wishes of family and friends you seek him out. And he forces you through a series of dangerous illusions as a trial and, when you successfully pass them, finally agrees to help you for a price...

Royalty AU as either the capricious king of a powerful nation or that king's advisor, formal or informal (smart concubine). I've never seen Game of Thrones but that kind of castle politics, shadowy backstabbing shit seems right up his alley.

Modern AU as an artist: I already talked about this with Vere as an artist and game dev, but I think it'd be so funny if Vere was just sitting in a coffee shop (local, Starbucks is below him) trying to finish his commissions in peace because his roommate(s) are annoying and/or distracting. Honestly, Vere would also rock as a modern AU witch, like urban fantasy type.

Leander

Barista/Bartender AU. He's so extroverted and congenial I have to put him in a drink service AU. He definitely has a "time to mix drinks and save lives" type of work ethic behind the counter. He remembers regular customers and their drink orders, he is LIBERAL with discounts, and he leaves little notes to the people he thinks are cute.

Serial killer AU. I am so basic and even though I have no desire to watch or listen to true crime now, I was raised on the Investigation Discovery Channel and I've never lost that. Look at his fucking face. He's asking for it to be covered in blood. Even better if this is combined with the above AU and he's a sweet server by day and a ruthless murderer by night but he keeps the same wide, pleasant, and genuine smile on because both things are things he loves to do. Even BETTER if he has an obsession with one of his regulars and starts killing people around them in an attempt to get closer with them.

Theatre AU. Siiiighs. Yeah, I'm a theatre kid. And I just know this guy would be one of those actors who wants to be a mentor/older brother figure for any new troupe-members. He's walking you through all the vocal warmups. He's offering to help you run lines. He's driving you home after rehearsals. He is a triple threat, but he doesn't prefer musicals because he doesn't like singing in front of an audience (even though he's an amazing singer). And I just know props absolutely hates him because he keeps touching shit that isn't his.

Kuras

Hospital AU and Angels/Demons AU is too easy. Instead, I'm giving him the flower shop owner in flower shop/tattoo shop AU. Anyone here like KurAis? Anyways, I think it would be sweet to have him be the super-tall, kind but a little awkward and very knowledgeable owner of a flower shop. He probably enjoys crafting bouquets that have meaning in flower language. And yes, he knows about the nice meanings and the rude meanings, so you can get a "fuck you" bouquet from Kuras.

Detroit Become Human AU as an android. I barely remember D:BH but it was one of the first things that occurred to me when thinking about AUs for Kuras. Maybe because he'd be the kind of android who was like, "Don't worry, I'm not a real person, it's okay if I get shot repeatedly," and wouldn't understand why someone would be concerned about him anyways.

Elementary school teacher/single parent AU but I don't know if I want him to be the teacher or the parent. Do I want him to look after a group of children, making efforts to understand their silly little words and communicate with them so they learn and feel cared for? Or do I want him to be the struggling single parent who is so happy to see their child finally getting the attention they deserve outside the house? IDK, but I'd be happy either way.

Mhin

Superhero AU. They're kinda already halfway to superhero gear with the hood and the cape and the tight pants, but I think it be cool for them to dart from rooftop to rooftop, saving civilians and fighting crime. IDK if it'd be cooler if they were half-hero half-villain (controlled by their bird-monster side and wreaking havoc) or if it'd just be nice to have a crow hero motif. Anyway they save me and I'm a reporter who uses my reporter contacts to try and track them down not knowing they're actually my upstairs neighbor who I bring shepherd's pie and strawberry cupcakes to sometimes.

The other tattoo artist in tattoo shop/flower shop. You know how there's always some other character working in one or both of the shops? Ayeah that's Mhin. Number one, I think it'd be hot if they had tattoos. But even if they don't they're still hot when they give the tattoo because focus and skill are attractive. They're talented enough that Ais keeps them around even though they hate him. They never talk to him even though he's their boss. Over the course of the fic Mhin and Ais get closer b/c Kuras is friends with both of them and he wants them to like each other.

Angel/Demon AU as an angel because I want them to be corrupted :) I want them to be forced to submit to their own worst impulses :) and eventually realize that being evil makes them feel good and more importantly liberated and in control :) also maybe they can get wrecked by a demon please :)

Aaaand the DLC cast gets one as a treat!

Sen

Pacific Rim AU but PLEASE don't ask me why. I don't even REMEMBER Pacific Rim. But the clarity with which I could imagine Sen in a Pacific Rim AU is startling. She's gruff and she doesn't want to partner up with you, a rookie, but somehow you have perfect chemistry in the mech she doesn't want to acknowledge. She's too reckless out of disregard for her life, and you reel her in; you're inexperienced, and she fixes your mistakes. Then one day she starts to notice that she's guarding her own life more fiercely than ever before...because of you.

If that's not what Pacific Rim is about shhhh don't correct me /j

Elyon

Easy answer is pornstar/industry AU or camming AU but I'll never take the easy way out. And I know we don't know shit about the guy but I think reincarnation AU would kinda hit with him. His promo talks about wanting things money can't buy? Like possibly the ability to save his soulmate from dying and forgetting him over and over while he retains the memories of every life they've both shared and lived separately, as friends, lovers, enemies, and strangers? That would go hard imo.

If you read all of that, thanks! I hope you enjoyed~

#luckyfiction #touchstarved game #touchstarved vn #ais #vere #leander #kuras #mhin #sen #elyon #touchstarved au #was gonna include psychopass au but istg i'll put ANYBODY in psychopass #when i rewatch psychopass s1? it's over for y'all #also don't get me STARTED on omegaverse #maybe later i'll do smthn for that #(if people won't strangle me)#anw that ppt post is so fucking funny #i started laughing all over again please look at it if you haven't

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TWO TREATIES! - A DIRTY FANFICTION OF OBEY ME

In which: it's not cheating if they liked it, right?

Pairing: Lucifer X fem reader X Diavolo

Warning include : cheating, dirty talk, sex, sex and sex

a/n :... hi. Just hi. And enjoy.

=please expect grammatical error and wrong use of words because English is my second language

Diavolo appears in Part 2, if people still wanted this to be continued though

"And with my toast, let the celebration begin!"

Diavolo's enthusiasm cheered the masquerade guests. The spacious ballroom was covered in glitter and gold, decorations of such demands of money topping the exquisite interiors of the castle. Lord Diavolo's possession has never dulled the eyes of the devils, humans and even angels. For a guy who always expects perfection around him and, in addition people's pleasure, the next king of Devildom had his way of spending his unlimited fortune.

As Diavolo's speech was over, devil aristocrats greeted the red-haired prince individually. Diavolo's charm permanently blinds humanity. Be them possessed the rock of a heart; your husband's talent to make people stay is outstanding. Your dress tonight matched his taste of him too. The elegant evening dress was covered with a translucent twinkling veil, which made it look like the stars followed your every move. Of course, the attire was red. You need to match Diavolo's aesthetic as his loyal wife.

"Prince Diavolo, it is such an honour to be here," a guy you never cared about grinned widely at Diavolo as your husband reciprocated. The handshake was short-lived as the guy shifted his eyes to you. "What a lovely wife, such a fit for the Queen of Devildom title… soon" he let go of Diavolo's palm and offered you his.

"That's such an exaggerated compliment; I am as ordinary as a human could be," you humbled, precisely aimed for the guy's hand for the formal handshake. "I see that you have excellent taste when it comes to humans, my Lord?" the guy teased, wishing his jokes were original for Diavolo to hear. Yet to unveil the truth, he heard it way too many times. "It seems that I can't find the right devil for me" your husband's answer never surprised you. It has always been the same answer to the same questions.

The lads laughed while you stayed silent and obeyed the principle of being a princess of hell. "Listen, Prince Diavolo…" The guy shifted his emotions as he went serious. His hand landed on Diavolo's spine as he led your husband away from you. Maybe another business matters? You sighed. Lately, Diavolo had been so busy that you could only hold his hand at the business party.

After long arching your back, you finally sighed and rested your position to achieve the best posture. Even after being Diavolo's wife, you still feel lost and pure out of the world without your husband—such innocent emotions inside the world where evil was a trait.

But even with the absence of the Lord, the crowd still swarmed you, leaving no gaps for breathing.

"Princess y/n?, I wanted to introduce you to…."

"Oh, Princess y/n, can we ask you a few questions…?"

"Princess y/n, if you could pursue the Prince to agree on my project…."

Each business succubus and incubus request blurs your vision. With their evil stare and the sinful thoughts of corruption in their wicked mind, you needed to be cautious. One may use their power on you to blind your husband's eye. Still, if they believe their chances to manipulate you are high, they are all childish. You are the future queen of Devildom; of course, you're no ordinary human.

But when Diavolo stepped out from your range, you had to admit; this was all intimidating… you still need guidance.

Your forehead was sweating from anxiety; you started to fight for the front line to express their wishes to you, hoping you could talk it out with Diavolo. The smell of various cologne stabbed your nostril, which wasn't pleasant. These demons must have had demonus repeatedly until the alcohol stained their scent. You eyed the private room, a perfect getaway from this overwhelming, unnecessary interview.

"Sorry, I need to go elsewhere," you politely excused yourself; your dress almost ripped when their feet blocked your path, making you step on your clothing.

"I believe I can put you in the castle's dungeon. Prithee, move" the tone was just the same as Diavolo’s when he was demanding, making them go silent as the pathway was more apparent than before. Diavolo's habit has rubbed off on you, the need for luxuries, the fraudulent enthusiasm; almost half of his soul was already inside yours.

With the sound of your heels, which was loud yet sunken into the noises of guests and orchestra, your steps reached the door's entrance as you opened it. A private room with a double king-sized bed, a large mirror handmade by Devildom's best woodcraft, and a fireplace greeted your eyes. It was a dumb thing to not stay here, away from the eyes of the public… away from the struggles of being flawless as Diavolo's partner.

As you entered, your first instinct was to sit on the bed and bury your ashamed face in your quivering palm. Your soft skin felt stiff, and the crackling fire did not help warm this chamber's chill. You were so caught up with the emotions as they ate you. The restless struggle to always be a fit for Diavolo drained you out. The paparazzi always had their eyes on you, especially knowing that any headlines that started with your name were a hot topic.

As you were drowning in the ocean of your tears, you didn't realise a man had already come in; ever so stealthy, he locked the door as he leaned against it.

"Enjoying the time?"

You abruptly looked at the source of the tone, figuring out how he managed to come inside.

Still leaning, he grinned. "You forgot to lock the door," as if he could read you like an open book, your face telling him your confusion.

"I know," you said, trying to mask the embarrassment that you are in such a depressed state and forgot to lock the door. The guy raised his eyebrow, knowing you lied.

"What do you want, Lucifer?" you finally gathered the courage to mutter his name.

"I've warned you, y/n," the demon said, still putting his weight against the door. His arms were crossed, and his look was serious. It wasn't the type of seriousness that Lucifer always displayed when dealing with Belphegor's trick or when Devildom's crime rate was at its highest, and he was doing his best to lower the graph chart.

Instead, it was a look of pure concern that didn't require him to move his eyebrows to show it. If you had known Lucifer long enough, that 'poker face' he offered wasn't poker. The sadness was written all over his diamond eyes. His pale skin was paler than ever, and his lips were raging for moisturiser. Lucifer was hopeless, and it wasn't even his problem.

"Yeah, and you warn me for nothing," you said, finally breaking the eye contact. "I'm excellent… I was just… tired" you tuck your hair at the left side of your ears; the jewellery that hung off your earlobe was red-hued, paired with a few tiny emeralds around the gemstone. That was an expensive one. One thing people should know about being Diavolo's partner is he turns his favourite people into a jewellery display. The proof goes to you; the earring was just half a drop of your accessories possession.

"Lie all you want, y/n. I can read you like a magazine" Lucifer boasted his ability. You stood up from the side of the bed as your eyes looked at him with much hatred. Your eyes may not be red like his, but he knew you were mad, even without that bloody colour.

"Don't talk to me like you fucking know everything," you gritted your teeth, warning him that you can be unpredictable if you want, far from his annoying eyes, which can see right through you.

"I don't know everything in this world, y/n," he replied calmly despite you starting to show hostility. "Yet I am confident I knew you better than your husband."

It took him two sentences to pushed you over the edge. Your feet stepped closer to him, leaving only an inch of gap between the two of you. You lift your face up to threaten his eyes while Lucifer didn't move his head downward, even the slightest. His irises did most of the work. That egotistical look was his signature expression.

"Take that back," your voice lowered its tone. You were serious.

"I'll take that back once you proved that I was wrong," Lucifer challenged you, knowing damn well he had already won.

Everything was too intense in the room; even watching Lucifer's pretty face seemed wrong. The history between you two before Diavolo marked you as his was fiery. The playful teases, the sinful desires even at the dining table, and those acts of service between each other like a married couple. Recently, as a wife of Diavolo, you thought to yourself. Was it your fault for taking Lucifer's action so lightly? Or was it Lucifer's fault for never confessing?

You turn around, only showing your back to Lucifer instead of your already teary eyes. It takes everything in you to not let a sigh escape your mouth and to not show any distress in front of Lucifer, but this firstborn demon always knows what happened.

"Y/n…" you feel his hand wrap around your waist and his chest touching your nape. Lucifer was tall for a demon; imagine if he ever stepped into the human world with this height. He tends to shrink his size whenever he visits your world, trying to blend in at the average height of a human.

Lucifer didn't say a thing as he took a whiff of your hair. "Your smell never changed, my love," his whisper was vehement and almost made you melt with the combination of his touch plus his hot breath. He lowered his face to your neck. Lucifer always loved to tease, so he didn't suck it right away; instead, he let his pink lips brush your skin, making you gasp.

"Lucifer… we can't" your angel side knows this is wrong. Your oath to be a loyal partner for your husband will soon break if your past lover keeps doing this. "We need to st.."

Lucifer sucked in the skin of your neck, making you moan instead of finishing the words. His hands were getting naughtier as both left your wrist and slid upwards to your breast.

"Oh my god," you whispered as a reply to his sultry actions. Lucifer's hand groped your breast, teasing the hardened bud with your clothes protecting it. The room suddenly felt hot, and not because of the fireplace.

"y/n, the safeword, do you still remember?" Lucifer asked as he was done creating hickeys at your neck.

"red.." your breath still scattered, poorly patterned.

"If you tell me to stop, I won't" the demon squeezed your boobs; in a way, the pain wasn't torture yet a pleasure. "say red, " I'll go."

"but -" you were about to go on a debate, but Lucifer forced your body to face him. It was clear that Lucifer was drunk, not by the taste of demonus, but by the rum of your skin. "Weird, did you rub alcohol to your neck?" he playfully asked. Your face flushed red, and a hot sensation from your cheek went up to your ears.

"Lucifer, we need to stop…." you begged again as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was a passionate one, a starter for another tongue-twisted lovemaking. Even half of your soul was telling you this was wrong; still, your mouth reciprocated his soft kiss until you gaped at your lips, wishing you could feel how his tongue wrestled with yours.

"Mmm," you can feel Lucifer smirking as your body language never lies. He slid his tongue inside your mouth, completely dominating the kiss; the passionate kiss turned rough as Lucifer unbuttoned his attire, leaving his abdomen naked, knowing how longed you were for his body. The spit dribbled from your mouth as you tried to keep up with Lucifer's eager lips.

Before pulling out the kiss, Lucifer licked most of the spit at your mouth. Your eyes were half-lidded, and the breathing pattern was a mess. Lucifer looked at the aftereffect of his kiss towards you as he grinned slightly. "It looked like you haven't been doing this for so long…. When was the last time Diavolo tongue kissed you?" he chuckled.

"Stop…" you muttered; the word was a lie, but you felt you needed to say it. If you didn't, you would feel so guilty. Yet, when Lucifer kissed you, the image of Diavolo never came through your head, as if your instinct telling you this was right and a little cheating wouldn't hurt anyone… as long as it was a secret.

"Say red, y/n. I will immediately stop and leave this room," Lucifer explained again. He did not strike any kisses now; he was just waiting for you to say the safe word. His hand stayed still at your waist, never trying to go for your curves. You know he was trying to make your mind decide whether to leave or to enjoy.

But the moment Lucifer was silent, you were also…. Silent. You were supposed to say red since you wanted to stop. But you just… can't. You don't want this to end after getting all hot and bothered by Lucifer's kiss.

Lucifer's eyebrows were raised. You didn't say red, and that fact made him smile cheekily.

"I knew it; you want me", he whispered as his hand finally slipped to your butt and squeezed it. Lucifer has a fixation with boobs and butt… He worshipped it; he marked it, especially yours.

"On your knees, darling. You know what pleased me.." a moan escaped his mouth as he saw you obey his word. You fell onto your knees and looked at him the way you did every time you followed him, except if Lucifer blindfolded you.

His hand rested on your head, ruining your perfect hairstyle. It didn't matter to Lucifer; he always loved it when you looked like a mess from his touch. He bit his lips as your eyes locked, but your hand travelled from his thigh to his bulge. It's like you have known his body so well that you can make him cum by touching a specific part of his body without looking at it.

Though Lucifer was throbbing down his cock, you, for a fact, were drooling for that. Your heart beat faster than usual; even touching Diavolo's chest never drove you crazy like this. Your eyes shifted to the devil's clothed dick, the big bulge clearly visible through his pants. You recalled the last time you had it inside your mouth. Slowly, your hand unfastened his belt as you unzipped his pants.

"Fuck", you cursed incoherently, making sure Lucifer didn't hear you. Yet, with the silence in this room, even the sound of throbbing at your pussy was clear to Lucifer. He chuckled, patting you on the head. "Atta girl, look at this dick like you have never seen anyone as big as me", he praised. His hand lingered from the top of your head to the back of it. "Beg for my cock like the good girl you are", his voice mixed with a moan and the stern tone of demand.

You were sort of getting high through Lucifer's sinful command. The rushed adrenaline of sensuality ate you up. The last time you were so eager to have sex was forgotten. In Devildom, Lord Diavolo may be a sex symbol; the sketches of his venis and, along with his tanned skin, even sweats on his body could make any demons cum.

But have they ever learned that Diavolo had never made you wet as much as Lucifer had?

"Please…" you mewled, placing your face on his muscled thigh. "Let me have your cock, Lucifer" your hand moves upwards from his calves to his gluteus. The man clenched his jaw, and a heavy huff escaped his mouth. You could feel his knee weaken to your beg; at this point, even with Lucifer dominating the sex, you can feel you are winning here.

"Fuck…" the devil hissed, and as you were convinced nothing could get harder than his clothed cock in front of you, his bulge was getting bigger, reacting to your playful tone. "Shit, y/n. How dare you turn me into this" the pride demon blamed you for his desire.

"Touch me, now…" how the table turned as Lucifer entreated. The demanding face turned into begging. It has been so long since you tasted Lucifer's dick, and the tape replayed again, but it was taboo cheating.

Your hand reached for the elastic band of his boxers and undressed his cock. Such a big thing for such a big guy. Has it grown bigger? That's impossible. Lucifer was big enough the last time you had him fuck you on the dining table 2 years ago. But as it sprung out, you finally understood the hype under his happy trail.

Part of you wanted to scream, yet you also wanted to stuff this most significant part of his body inside your wet mouth. "Come on, y/n. Suck me," his voice brought you back to reality. "Don't keep me waiting, or I'll do the same to you", he warned, placing his palm above your head, ready to guide your pace for his cock.

You grasped his great length without hesitation as you opened your mouth, having zero ideas if it would fit. Lucifer chuckled as he saw you struggling. "You're afraid it won't fit if you aren't confident in yourself."

You met his eyes again after a long time of only watching his cock. "Come on, let me help. Open your mouth wide, and believe in yourself," he assured, yet a hint of treacherousness hid behind his words.

You obeyed as you let go of his dick. Allowing Lucifer to put it inside your mouth. As eager as Lucifer was, he was still himself. A teaser. He gripped his cock as he placed his tip on your lips and spread the precum slowly onto it like lipstick. The sensitivity rose inside Lucifer's aching body, yet he didn't mind. The veins on his cock were pumped, excited to let the cum all out.

"God damn it, I missed your lips", he spoke under his breath, murmuring as the tip froze at the centre of your lips and shoved right inside your mouth as you gagged. Lucifer hissed as the back of your throat touched his dick, and your hot mouth reciprocated the simulation of a wet pussy. "mmh…" he moaned, loud enough for people outside to notice it.

"mmfaggh.." you begged for air as Lucifer thrusted his cock deep inside your throat while you tried to catch his pace. Your hand clawed at Lucifer's thighs as your watery eyes started to wet your cheeks, followed by your expensive makeup.

You let his dick slip up on your tongue to maximise his arousal, and it worked. Lucifer's moan turned into a pathetic cry as he begged for more. "Fucking bad girl, did you suck that demon lord's dick like this? I want to watch you once in a while" he started to vent his fantasies while his strong grip still abused your hair.

"Damn it, y/n… I'm… ack" his pulsating dick twitched as Lucifer's pace got faster, and you could taste a hot liquid dripping inside your mouth. "Shit… shit… haa.." when the first half was you who got her breathing unpatterned, this time was Lucifer. He was far from reality and sex was all he could think about right now.

It was coming to an end when you realised his twitching dick released his semen. Demons produced much more than humans, so your mouth couldn't fit most of it, and it dripped down your chin. The sticky white substance came from Lucifer's cock piercing your taste buds as your slut self registered that taste as sweet. The ruby-eyed demon sighed in relief after his frustrated cock finally calmed down.

He pulled out and looked at his product. Your face was utterly ruined, and your lipstick stained his cock too. He chuckled, awfully happy with your messy look. "I'm not done with you, y/n," he said as he kneeled, scooping you from your squat position and threw you to the large bed.

Your eyes, from half-lidded, widen at the man's acts. "Lucifer!" you gasped as he aimed for your thigh and forced you to open your legs, revealing your sexy undergarment that had been thoroughly soaked. Lucifer placed his lips on your left thigh, so close to your groin. He nibbled your skin. The first reflex for you was to flinch, yet Lucifer was determined to put you in your place that his grip chained your movements.

"Haa... Luc... Luci…" you muttered while looking at his face between your legs. The demon sucked passionately as he suddenly bit you. "Fuck!" you yelped. The pain sent you to reality as your clouded, hazy mind finally saw tranquillity. Lucifer knew you were half alive there, and he wasn't the type to make love with a corpse. Hence, his bite did an excellent favour to your consciousness.

"You're soaked, princess y/n. Wasn't Diavolo a great husband?" his pet name of yours caused you to realise you were actually married to a Prince and the next King too? But this taboo is what makes it exciting to you. "The next time Diavolo decides to eat your pussy, make sure he notices my bite mark" Lucifer risked heaven and hell mattered as he said that, and you were embarrassed to have your private to be exposed, especially knowing the fact it was flooding down there.

"I'll have this, thank you…." he said as his face grew closer and closer to your pussy when the door knocks disrupted the erotic scene.

"Y/n, are you in there?"

Your eyes widened, yet Lucifer smirked.

"Diavolo, you're right on time."

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whimsiandwild · 6 months

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Claws

Pairing: Gortash x gn!Durge [Durgetash]

WC: 894

Warnings: It's filth. It's smut. It's consensual. It's bloody. It's everything you'd want for them. Oral sex [giving]. blood play, praise/degradation kink

A/N: Please be kind. I haven't written smut or fanfiction for a very long time. Thank you to @ixora111 for this magnificent prompt. Enjoyt the gremlin king, all.

You glared up into the dark, taunting eyes of you lover, rage swirling your insides as Gortash flashed that arrogant, knowing smirk at you.

Enver Gortash.

You hated this fucker with a passion, but needed him just as desperately. It was almost as if your soul wasn’t whole unless he was within your vicinity, your father be damned.

“Now, now, kitten,” he chuckled, running the rough pad of his thumb over your lips. “We’ve barely even started and there’s already murder in your eyes. I excite you so quickly? Pathetic, really.”

If he hadn’t tied your hands behind your back, you’d throttle him to within an inch of his life… and then use his body at your will. It was truly embarrassing how feral the man made you, sauntering around like the king of the fucking castle, shirtless and delectable as always. You had known where this was going the moment he’d ordered you to his quarters, and you’d gone willingly. Disgusting. You were a child of Bhaal, the chosen of Bhaal no less, and here you were, almost prostating for the man. You’d never live down the shame.

“You know what’s coming, why aren’t you ready?” With a deep breath, you swallowed your pride and let your mouth fall open and slack, enraged by the pleasure his approval sent buzzing through you. “Well done, kitten.”

You expected him to do the usual; fuck your throat with his fingers until he decided to gag you with his cock; but he lifted his gloved hand, your eyes widening in shock. Before you could speak to protest, he’d shoved his clawed index and middle finger into your waiting mouth, the metal scraping the top and causing you to cry out.

To your surprise, he was uncharacteristically gentle, slowly sliding his fingers down your throat as far as you could take them, a savage glint in his eye as you felt the cold sting of the claws brush against your delicate flesh. You had to breathe hard through your nose as he went further, your eyes watering as you refused to give this cunt the satisfaction of you gagging; you could already taste your own blood trickling down your throat as he began to fuck your throat slowly.

“You were always so skilled at taking what I offered, kitten. Such a greedy little thing,” he winked, your teeth almost clamping down on his knuckles until he stuck his claws into the skin behind your tonsils; you were unable to stop yourself retching this time. “Any more of that and you’ll be lucky I don’t rip out the entire thing, you little cunt.” His tone was vicious but his gaze was filled with lust, especially as you gave a muted moan at the threat. “Gods, you are depraved.”

Gortash began to move his fingers faster, losing some of their gentleness and leaving small nicks in your delicate flesh, your fists clenching behind your back. Heat was pooling in your stomach as you let him continue his sadistic abuse, your desperation for him becoming paramount as you shifted position. It didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Absolutely not.”

Yanking his fingers away, enjoying the growl that left you as he injured your tongue, blood dripping from his claws as he undid his breeches. Gods, he was rock hard and leaking, and you needed to taste him like it was the first time all over again.

There was no time to think before he slammed himself into you, your eyes bulging at the sudden fullness filling your throat. The guttaral noise that left him as he pressed himself flat against you, your nails clawing at your palms as he did, left you weak, pitifully pliable, completely at his will. He thrust with abandon, lost in the pleasure he was forcing you to bestow against him.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he hissed, his cock coated in your blood and saliva, his hips snapping as he gripped the hair at the back of your head to hold you in place. “It’s always a huge.. nngh.. mess with you, eh, kitten? A monster here, a few dozen corpses there… it’s enough to make someone sick.”

You sucked in your cheeks, your mind reeling as he stuttered for a brief moment before continuing his assault. There had been many an occasion where you’d shoved him atop one of the bodies you’d mutilated, needing to have him then and there, blood coating you both and viscera surrounding you; they’d been some of the best orgasms you’d ever had in your life.

As you felt him swelling, his thrust sloppy as he picked up speed, you realised no one would ever know how to please you like him. No one would ever know you like him. And it made you feel ill. This was nothing more than a mutual partnership. A very beneficial one. Nothing more.

Gortash almost doubled over as he spilled into you, hot and salty as you swallowed around him, only causing more convulsions from the man, along with a strew of curses.

He staggered backwards, shoving you onto your back as he tried to catch your breath. Blood matted the hair at the base of his still hard shaft, the man gazing down at you hungrily before falling to his knees.

“Very good, kitten. Please, allow me to repay the favour..”

#durgetash #durge x gortash #lord gortash #enver gortash #dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #smut #fanfic

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darkbluekies · 6 months

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As a little "celebration" of the 1st anniversary of this account, i though i would do a little "get to know me" (without too many identifying details of course<3)

— I've been writing non stop since I was 8, currently have over 15 filled notebooks and countless unfinished ones because I could never finish any when I was younger

— My favorite color is dark blue (surprise)

— My favorite books are; "we have always lived in the castle" by Shirley Jackson, "and then there was none" by Agatha Christie, "the great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, "a night to remember" by Walter Lord and "The Shining" and "The Institute" by Steven King!!

—I'm a kpop fan (ult groups The Boyz since 2018 & TripleS since 2022) but also adore rock, alternative and older music (from like 40s, 50s, 60s). My absolute favorite musician (that I've been obsessed with since 2017) is NateWantsToBattle. He makes covers, songs inspired by games and originals! Check him out he is awesome!!

— When I was 13, I wrote a BTS mafia fanfiction on wattpad that got over 1 mil reads (help)

— I'm a big, big ocean liner enthusiast (as ive already disclosured lmao) since i was 8. My favorites will always be the Olympic class (olympic, titanic and britannic) because they hold such a dear place in my heart, but I also love ships such as the Lusitania, Aquitania, Empress of Ireland and so forth. They're all amazing, look!!

— I collect old porcelain, bisque and celluloid dolls (from 1800s — 2000s) here are some of my ladies. I only have 2 boys, planning on collecting more but they're so rare :(

— My favorite movies are Titanic (duh), Laputa: castle in the sky, Stand by me, Orphan, The Boy, Ondskan (Evil), Great Gatsby and The parent trap!

— I have been to 3 titanic exhibitions: titanic the exhibition, titanic Belfast and titanic the artifavt exhibition, here are some of my favorite pictures

#thank you for being here with me<3

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attonitos-gloria · 1 year

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jb for the ship asks?

jaime and brienne are truly a breaking of fourth wall. it is george turning to his audience and going "you DO get what is going on in this world, don't you? tell me you get it." he does that with tyrion in ADWD, too, and i just love it when george goes meta.

i think they are the most romantic thing to ever happen in asoiaf because of the way they are the embodiment of the true problem of love and courtly romance in westeros which is patriarchy and misogyny and the absolutely insane cages of gender these characters are in. it's very hard for me to get jaime and brienne without jaime and cersei as contrast. this is a jaime/brienne/cersei situation.

what if you grew up as a man, believing you were born to reclaim the fate of a true man - knighthood and glory - and it turns out in real life this just means violence and bloodshed. what if you cope with the horrors of feudalism and patriarchy by blending into one single golden unit with your twin sister who is you who are your sister and that goes on forever. what if you fed each other's cruelty, and bred monsters into the world, and death, and it's all perfect and golden because you're each other's reflection.

what if you often thought if you were a woman you'd be your sister because who else could you possibly be - but of course you'd never be a woman hahahaha this is crazy. of course you are not a woman. (but your sister is, and your sister is you. so what does that even mean? you never think about it, you just disappear inside.) what if your sister is trapped in a house of violence you can only bear witness to, but do nothing about, even with the sword in hand and a white cloak around your shoulders, because this is the fate of all women - marriage and motherhood at whatever cost. what if this isn't even the first time you bear witness to a king being violent to a queen in this same castle in this same bedroom. and your sister thinks if she were a man she'd be you but hahahahah this is crazy, obviously, of course your sister is not a man. (but you are a man and you are your sister. and she is being sacrificed in the altar of gender conformity that is monarchy and you are standing by the door because you are a man and you are a knight - you are thinking, what does that even mean? you disappear inside again.)

what if you believe this is really all there is to being a knight, to being a man, to being a person?

and then what if you meet a woman who is, as far as you can understand it, a better man than you: by being a better knight, by simply being a better human being?

pairing of all time. they don't even need to fuck for it to be real. i think there's a undertone of tragedy in them - i can't imagine jaime ending this series as a happily married man to brienne, i don't even know if both of them will survive, but like. i'm not expecting the next books for them to be canon because in my head jaime and brienne are already a canon relationship of true courtly romance.

(Post edit: might be the reason why I usually don't read fluffy fanfiction of them because it often goes the way of... they will get married and have babies and rule casterly rock together! and while I think it's okay to forge happy endings for beloved characters - i'm a sansa/tyrion shipper, i do this all the time lol - i think there is something apocalyptic about this ship. Like they have the power to ruin this system. Spiritually. I mean, i still read braime fic because the writers are just too good but. I like endings when one of them die. Or jaime goes to the Wall! I like this one too. Or at least they escape Westeros together lol anyway. It is also why i'm also EXTREMELY wary of some jaime ships who just play harder into the gender conformity that i think jaime and brienne are, canonically, breaking and ruining.)

so. basically there is no one else for jaime and brienne but jaime and brienne themselves. perfect pairing. i'd say maybe the only canon pairing ever

#otp: curse me or kiss me #jaime x brienne #braime

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idontknowmyownmind · 1 year

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sweetbillwriting · 10 months

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A Thousand Leaves

Part 4 - Mama's Boy

Description: A local news reporter wants to know everything about the young man that has been found imprisoned in a basement. While she searches for answers, her relationship with the young man becomes more and more complicated.

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town with several smaller villages surrounding it.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, age difference, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: Henry Deaver is back! I noticed I changed the perspective in the middle of this story, and I'm sorry for that and I hope it doesn't affect the experience too much. It's a good idea to read the earlier chapters again before this because it is names and other things that can be hard to understand without the background.

"Where are they??" Irma said to her father angrily. She didn't think she could be so angry at him and especially not because of such a thing.

Eric Kiehl gave her a strange look and crossed his arms. They stood in her parents' hallway but it was only one of them who was mad.

"They are at one of her friends' houses. It's your mother we're talking about, honey."

Irma looked at him in annoyance. He didn't understand a thing. How would he, he was a man.

"Which friend? What are they doing there?"

"Sharon, they are cutting his hair, I think."

Her dad shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He couldn't believe his daughter was this controlling and did not even trust her own mother.

Irma clenched her jaw before she ran out the door. It was just a ten minute walk to Sharon’s and she felt like she nearly ran there. She knew what an impact Henry had on women, even some men and she wanted to protect him from middle aged women. She was also worried her mother had a bigger interest in Henry than she had pretended to but Irma wasn't comfortable really thinking about that. It would mean her mother thought about cheating against her father. Sharon lived in a big house similar to her parents. Irma didn't have time to calm down, to collect herself and knocked hard on the door. She felt it took ages for someone to open and when someone did it was her own mother.

"Oh thank God you're here!" She said it in panic and dragged her daughter into the hallway.

"Has something happened? Is he okay?" Irma said in just as much panic and looked around the house. She could hear several women talking from the living room but they were not happy, it sounded more like they were fighting.

"What's happening?" Said Irma confused while listening.

"They're fighting. About Henry!" Whisper Bea. "Take him away! I thought he would like being in our New Age meeting. Instead they started to ask him the most Inappropriate questions."

"Like what??"

"Susan even made him show his… Penis in the bathroom for her! I think she even touched it!"

Irma just stood and looked at her mother in disbelief. Her mother and her friends were calm new age women, talking about tarot and star signs but seemed to have gone crazy from meeting Henry.

"Where is he now?" Irma was calmer now but not because she felt calmness, more that she was scared that Henry felt awful. He had been abused before.

"He is with Edie in the backyard. He has it better there."

Edie was Sharon's teenage daughter. She was a bit boring and virginal and wanted to be a doctor. Irma had many times tried to talk with her but she was both shy and without social competence. Henry probably was safe with her. Irma walked through the house carefully, hoping to not get caught, instead she caught Henry on the porch. Maybe her mother's friend had been on him but it was obvious it was he that leaned into Edie, with his fingers in her hair and kissed those untouched lips.

Irma just stood and looked at them where they sat on the porch steps with her heart in her throat. Henry kissed Edie again, leaned his head to the side and let the tip of his tongue drag over her lower lip. His other hand played with her short plaid skirt.

"Henry?" Irma said his name with a low voice. She was close to tears but instead of getting an answer he bit his lip when Edie moaned. He worked his lips down Edie's neck while his hand dived in under her skirt. Edie just moaned, leaned her head back and bit her lip. She was beautiful. Really beautiful and looked so erotic. Irma had never thought she was anything special before but now it was painfully obvious why Henry had chosen to be close to the teenager.

"Henry!" Irma almost screamed with a voice full of hurt feelings. Henry looked up at Irma fast with big innocent eyes. He didn't watch her with shame, more like he didn't understand her anger.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked with his smooth voice. His hand was still under Edie's skirt.

"Don't use those… 'Little boy eyes' towards me! Come! Now!" She said determined but tears had broken free from her eyes.

Both Henry and Edie looked at her confused then at each other. Edie took his hand in her's, dragged her hand up the back of his hand and took a vise grip around his wrist. Henry looked at her with big eyes, like he was in love.

"Henry! She's a fucking teenager! She is seventeen years old!"

"I'm nineteen actually." Edie's voice was much harder than her usual shy voice.

"Who the fuck cares! Henry is my boyfriend!"

It wasn't like they had decided that but he was more or less her boyfriend.

"Am I?" Henry said confused while playing with Edie's hand.

"Just come now!" Irma stomped her foot and it finally made Henry stand up.

She took his hand forcefully and dragged him away from the porch, through the house. It felt like she had a fire in her heart, burning of rage and jealousy.

She continued to drag him home but slowed down when she realized Henry followed her without force.

"Have I done something wrong?" He whispered. He looked at her with those big multicolored eyes and blinked slowly. He really looked like a confused boy. Irma stopped and looked up at him while he played with the edge of his dark blue sweater. He swallowed dryly when he saw Irma's hurt look.

"I thought… I thought we were a thing," she said and lowered her eyes.

"A thing?"

"Yes."

Henry stood quiet and looked at her up and down.

"What do you mean with 'a thing'?"

Irma raised her head and looked at him. She drowned in his eyes and sighed. He really was confused. He didn't get it.

"What you did with Edie… With me… You should just do that with one person."

"Why? It's really nice… Why not… With more people?"

Irma didn't know how to answer his question. He didn't seem to have that sort of romantic feelings for her so why would she tell him about her own? She shouldn't even have those feelings, she should write an article about him.

Irma continued to walk in silence with Henry one step behind her.

"Why can't I kiss a teenager?"

Irma bit her lip and closed her eyes. She didn't want to talk about this with him but she had chosen to take care of him.

"Because you're too old. You're an adult, she's still a child."

"I thought we didn't know my age?"

Irma sighed in anger and continued to walk. She was tired of him. Maybe he didn't understand but it was still awful behavior.

×××

While Henry was reading in one of the armchairs in the living room, Irma sat with Bea, her mother, in the kitchen. They both sat quietly, stunned by everything that had happened. The awful questions to Henry, the fighting, the abuse but then also his cozy meeting with Edie.

"He was probably in some sort of shock, the poor thing. He is such a beautiful man with an amazing aura and gets awful treatment because of it," said Bea and shook her head. Irma knew it wasn't that easy. It was obvious Henry was a sexual person, maybe even liking to degrade and manipulate people but he didn't seem to have any knowledge about boundaries. He was a confused, traumatized man but probably with a background very different from the person her mother could see.

"Was he hard?" When Susan… abused him?"

Bea swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. It was obvious she didn't want to answer.

"He was, wasn't he? Maybe he actually even wanted it?" Irma shook her head of distaste. "He wanted it, right? You also saw it, his other face."

"He's just confused. He doesn't know what he wants. It happens to many abuse victims. They don't feel like they own their own body."

Bea laid her hand on her chest like she felt pain for him. Irma just looked at the backyard, the orange and brown leaves lying on the ground. Maybe she was the one in the wrong here. Henry was such an innocent creature, probably just taking after the person, or people who had abused him. He didn't know better.

She heard Henry's dragging footsteps coming into the kitchen. His eyes were big, glassy and he looked like he was in panic.

"What is it, honey?” Asked Bea worriedly and stood up. She blocked Irma's view of him and they talked with low voices. Irma wondered what it was all about and wanted to ask but didn't want to make him more upset. Henry turned and walked out the kitchen and Bea looked at her daughter with a sad look.

"He had fallen asleep and urinated himself. Because of his nightmares… It’s happened a few times before. You must see that he is a victim in this?" Said Irma's mother, upset before walking out from the kitchen, to Henry in the bathroom.

×××

Irma decided to stay for dinner that day, not really because she wanted to be with her parents but because she really wanted to show Henry how sorry she was. She had acted like he was any other guy even if he was far from it. He had probably lived in a cage for years, gotten abused and lost his memory because of the trauma. Who knows how he had been placed in that cage, maybe that was one more traumatic reason. She couldn't think of him as a regular guy because he didn't even know how to be one. She sat and looked at him while he ate. In the beginning he had just eaten white bread, now he ate a pasta salad. His stomach was still sensitive and acted up if he ate too much fat or spices. He ate carefully and slowly with a low gaze. Bea gave her daughter a disappointed look and shook her head. She knew Henry didn't eat that carefully anymore and blamed her daughter for making him uncomfortable.

Irma cleared her throat and tried to find Henry's eyes but it was so hard she gave up.

"Henry? I'm sorry I… Got mad at you. I know it can't be easy for you to know how to act."

Irma thought back on the memory of him on Halloween.

"I was just the person they wanted me to be."

Had he done the same to her? Played a role as the sexy guy because that was what she wanted? Maybe it was a thing he had been taught in the cage. She looked at his brown hair that was shorter and his big hands that weren't at all as skinny as when he was in the institution. Irma made a sob and looked down at her plate. Her mother had really cared for him and she was so occupied trying to sleep with him, seize him to really care for him. Irma looked at her mother with tears running down her cheeks.

"And I'm sorry mom… I know you want his best."

Henry looked up at the two women and then at the man of the house. Eric smiled pleased, especially when Bea first looked at Henry then smiled at their daughter. She took her hand in her's and squeezed it.

"It's okay, honey."

Irma looked at Henry who watched her but didn't smile.

"You can be with Edie if you like. It's none of my business." The word pained in her mouth especially when Henry smiled a little and looked down at his salad.

"Thank you," he said with a low voice and fixed his hair.

They sat silently for a while in the dining room. There wasn't an empty chair anymore and Irma looked at the man who had filled it. He was a part of the family now and maybe she should see him more as a brother.

"Would it be okay if I stay over? It would feel so empty going back to my apartment," she said and looked at her father. He licked his lips and looked at her mother instead. It usually was her father who decided in their home but it seemed like it had changed. Irma looked at her mother who looked bothered.

"I think Henry needs some rest… It has been an eventful day."

Irma looked shocked at her mother and furrowed her brows. She was their child, not Henry. Wasn't she always welcomed?

Irma made a sound of offense and looked at Henry sitting at her brother's chair. Her brother Isaiah had been the favorite child when he was alive, ambitious and liked by everyone, it seemed like her parents had a new golden child and it wasn't even their own.

"It's okay… But… but can I have the bed?" Said Henry carefully to her. Bea watched her daughter worriedly then Henry.

"Of course honey, she can't kick you out of your bed. You need it because of your back."

Irma didn't know if she should laugh or cry. The situation was bizarre and she thought about just going home but she needed to take back her family. If she would go home he would become even more of the child.

×××

Irma got to sleep in the guestroom. The bed in that room was the smaller one she had had when she was ten, the one in her room was Isaiah's old one that she had inherited after he had passed away. The bed Henry slept in now. The small bed wasn't comfortable at all so maybe it was also that, that made her walk into her room in the middle of the night after a toilet visit. She hadn't meant to go to Henry, it was probably just an old habit that made her walk into the bigger room.

Henry laid on his back in the bed. He was snoring lightly but it wasn't what Irma's attention was on, it was his body. It had changed drastically since the last time she saw it undressed. He layed in just a pair of bright red boxers that enhanced his bulge. He had lean muscles in every body part and she could see them move when he changed position. She wondered if he had worked out or where the muscles had come from. She walked closer and looked at the abs and muscular chest. Her mother hadn't said a thing about him working out. His hand moved but Irma didn't think about that until it took a hold of her hand and he laid it on his abs. She looked up at his face in surprise and he smiled at her.

"It looked like you wanted to touch…" He said softly and stretched out so she could see his body even better.

"Have you… you... Ehh.. Like have you worked out?" She said embarrassed and let her fingers drag over his stomach, down to the elastic of his boxers.

Henry smiled and shook his head.

"I'm just this way."

Irma looked down at his body again and giggled a little. He was too perfect. She dragged her palm over his body to feel everything better, chest, stomach, v-line but also down over his bulge. She continued her movement over his boxers when she got a reaction and Henry dragged them down when he was fully hard to show off his impressive size. Perfect. Just perfect.

Henry sat up on the edge, leaned back on his hands and gave her a smirk. Irma wouldn't be able to say why she knew, but in that moment she knew what he wanted. Slowly she took off her clothes and let him watch intensely, then she crawled up in the bed and took her position on all fours. She couldn't see Henry anymore, just felt his movements on the mattress. He crawled up behind her, on his knees and stood there a long time without touching her. Maybe he touched himself. Maybe he just enjoyed seeing her position with her butt in the air. Irma just waited patiently but hoped he would penetrate her soon. He did after a while but after having spanked her five times. He didn't make a sound about it, just did it like it was the most natural thing. Irma giggled in surprise but just waited for his cock. When he pushed into her she was so wet he slipped in with ease but still she could feel every vein, every twitch.

×××

The house was old but we'll maintained but the house's natural sounds they couldn't do much about. When it was windy the sound became worse so that night Irma woke up from the house stretching and banging. She looked around confused but remembered her embrace with Henry. She could feel his cum all over her back but also how sore she was on the inside, her ass and her hair roots that he had pulled on hard but Henry was gone from the bed. The house made a loud bang but that wasn't everything she heard, she could also hear voices. Whispering voices, close but still a bit away from her. She turned towards the door and her eyes met a dim light from the doorway. It took a while for her eyes to get used to the light but when she did she could clearly see Henry, dressed in only his boxers and her mother in a robe. They stood close together and her mother laughed. Even if it was dark could Irma see how her eyes twinkled while watching Henry, how her eyes shifted between his face and his body. Henry wore an innocent smile and took her mother's hand in his. Irma couldn't hear what they talked about but she doubted she wanted to hear it. Once again it didn't seem like her mother thought of Henry as a son at all.

×××

It was obvious something was weird with Henry. Not just what has happened to him but it was something else. Irma had her article to write and she knew it could be an interesting article, nothing anyone had expected. The only thing that had stopped her from digging was her feelings for Henry. Henry, with multicolored eyes and a velvet voice. She still had feelings for him, maybe more than ever but she also had more questions than she had ever had.

The next day she left Henry to her mother's care and took her parents' car to the town Luna had lived in. The town of The New Church of The Glorious Light. She left her sunny town, in orange and red and went to the gray corner a few hours away. The trees there had already lost all their leaves and the houses didn't look like they had gotten love in a long time. Irma didn't know where to start and parked her car by the church. Or could you even say it was a church? It had lost most of its roof and it seemed like birds and bats had moved into it. Irma couldn't see a person, it looked like the whole town was abandoned. She sighed to herself and dragged her hand over her soft suede jacket. She must start somewhere, she thought to herself and looked at the biggest house on the street. It was much bigger than the rest and had two cars by the garage. She would start there, ask them about Henry Deaver, the church musician and hope that they weren't new in town. She looked at the sign by a dead bush while she walked up the driveway.

Kevin, Esther & Ewe

The Munro Family

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #castle rock #the kid #henry deaver

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aphroditestempleimagines · 7 months

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The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 16 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 2268

Warnings: language

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

"Hey sis", Jonathan gave you a sad smile, "Want me to bring you anything?"

You shook your head, never taking your eyes away from the orange hues that painted the horizon. "No thank you, I'm alright", you said softly.

Jonathan looked at your bare feet, toes scraping the wet sand as the waves kissed them. The hem of your dress, already wet by the ocean, was stuck on your calves as you dangled your legs under the rock on which you sat. Your eyes looked empty; your face remained expressionless when you did not have to face him. He had never seen you look this sad. Even when your heart ached in the past you always used to put on a show for the people you loved; now it was not enough to mask your pain.

"You'll catch a cold", he said, "Please come inside"

"I won't", you assured him, "I'll go back in in a bit. I just want to see the sunset"

Jonathan bit his lip. He wanted to cry. Eventually, he nodded and left you on the secluded beach, climbing back up the stairs to the castle. He rubbed his eyes. Before he knew it, he was standing outside the new King's office. He heard murmurs; then steps. He ran to hide in the shadows of the nearest column. The door opened.

"I appreciate it, Your Majesty", Gilbert stood proud at the height of an Emperor. He had announced his new title as soon as he and y/n returned to Istidor.

The moment Gilbert was gone, Emerich ran back to the office. He stood in front of the closed door until he gathered enough courage to knock.

"Come in", his father's rough voice came from inside.

It was a wonder how Jonathan kept himself from trembling as he stepped inside. King Edward sat on a large chair, his arms resting on the sides. His face was scared from battle, his hands were calloused from training. His longsword leaned against his desk, taller than half of Jonathan's height already. He was proof that some people were born to rule.

"Jonathan", he said as if addressing a soldier rather than a son, "What is the matter?"

His eyes were still glued on his paperwork as Jonathan approached his desk.

"It's y/n", he said, "I don't think she's alright".

The King raised his gaze along with one of his thick eyebrows.

"She doesn't love Gilbert", Jonathan continued.

King Edward let out a heavy sigh. "Love is a luxury for people like us. he said, "Marriage is built on things much sturdier than love. Things that come with time"

"But why can't she have both?", Jonathan took a step forward, "You're King now so our fates are finally in your hands. Chevalier-"

"You said yourself that that man's goal is to unite the continent under his name", the King intervened, "What he wants is our army and our gold. As a King, I cannot trust a sliver of my Kingdom to a man like him and as a father, I surely cannot concede that my daughter spends her days with someone who sees her as his key to power".

Jonathan covered his face with his hand. Those were his thoughts indeed. He had discussed the matter with his father when y/n first told him about her feelings for Chevalier. He never expected this escalation. But after speaking with Chevalier in person he had seen for himself that there was a heart behind those cruel eyes, and that heart bled from love. "I'm not so sure that is the case", he said quietly.

"I cannot base this decision on your instinct alone. I need facts. Gilbert loves her and I know he aims to build a new name for the Obsidianite Empire, one that is not a synonym of war. But all I've heard about Chevalier is his gruesome feats in combat and the countless assassins after him"

"Y/n is not stupid. She'd know if-"

"You're very smart yourself, Jonathan", the King interrupted him once more, "Yet you should know more than anyone how blinding love can be".

Jonathan lowered his gaze. His father was right. "I understand I'm not the best person to be speaking about judge of character", he said softly, "Still, wouldn't it be worth it to give it a chance? Don't you wish that y/n has what you and Mom did?"

King Edward leaned back on his chair. He brought his hand to his lips, taking a moment to consider his son's words. "Alright", he finally said, "You are right. Ruling is a hard and lonely job. If y/n has someone she loves by her side it will be a hell of a lot more bearable". He leaned closer. "Go find him. Convince him to speak to me. But don't tell him anything about my concernsof him", the King continued, "That said, Jonathan, I don't want you causing commotion either".

Jonathan frowned. "Of course I won-"

"I mean it", King Edgard narrowed his eyes, "Don't tempt any rumours and especially don't let your brother get too involved. We don't want another scandal"

Jonathan bowed his head. He nodded so that his father knew that he understood. "Yes father", he said, "Thank you"

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"Sneak attack!", Clavis drew everyone's attention to him as he charged in the dining hall, sword in hand, heading straight towards his older brother. Everyone's attention but Chevalier's it seems, who continued to casually flip the pages of his book even as Clavis' sword stopped mere inches from his head.

"Clavis, are you insane?", Emma shrieked but Clavis ignored her.

"That could have killed you, you know", the jester prince smiled nervously.

Chevalier breathed a heavy sigh. "I don't have time for your adolescent nonsense", he flipped another page in his book.

"Clavis, put that thing away!", Leon got off his seat.

"You always have time for my adolescent nonsense when something is not bothering you", Clavis's gaze did not waver.

Chevalier finally tore his eyes away from his book to meet his brother's. He always pushed even when -no, especially when- Chevalier did not want him to.

"Rejoice! It's your birthday! And I know how to cheer you up", Clavis finally returned his sword to his scabbard, "I have a surprise for you!"

"I've heard enough", Chevalier pushed his chair back and headed towards the library, where he had resulted to spend his nights.

"You'll regret it if you don't come, I'm afraid"

"Clavis, is this another pitfall?", Yves's tired voice was heard from the other side.

"Gods no!", Clavis cheered, "Those are reserved for you, little brother, cause you just look so adorable all scrambled up!"

"Fine", Chevalier cut him off, "But if you waste my time be ready to meet the consequences"

"Oooh scary...", Clavis shook his palms before throwing an arm around his brother's shoulder. Chevalier looked at him with repulsion. "Don't worry, I am the best at giving people gifts"

Clavis led Chevalier to a secluded part of the garden. Anyone else would be crawling with nervousness, but Chevalier merely rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and waited for Clavis to reveal his card. He did not know why he entertained his foolishness but deep down he hoped that he had indeed found a way to make his days more bearable. Because if anyone would have noticed the cracks that ran through his heart no matter the pretence he put on to perform his royal duties, it would be him.

"We have arrived", Clavis said proudly as they reached the gazebo.

Chevalier raised his eyebrow; there was nothing here.

No. There was only a shadow. He had almost missed it.

He turned his head and that's when he saw him; showered by the darkness of the early night, Jonathan leaned against one of the gazebo's pillars. Chevalier's heart fell. No matter how unlikely he still hoped his eyes would meet the beautiful shine of y/n's under the moonlight.

"If you've come to kill me perhaps you should divert your attention to the actual threat", he told him blankly.

"Impressive", Jonathan smiled, "People don't tend to notice me"

"Say that after I find you when you didn't want to be noticed", the Rholoditian King climbed the steps to meet the foreign prince. "What do you want?", he asked.

Chevalier frowned. Why and how would he help him? His mind raced through the worst case scenarios. His brows furrowed in anger, "Did he do something?"

"No", Jonathan pushed himself off the column, "She's fine- well-".

The prince took a deep breath. He kept his head low as he shook it. He walked past Chevalier. The King suddenly felt lighter. He turned around; Jonathan had swiped the book he had been reading. Chevalier observed as the prince read the title, along with the inscription behind the cover. There was no chance he would not recognize one of his sister's books. She had left it behind before hurriedly returning to Istidor, and it was all Chevalier had been reading ever since.

"It appears your brother was right", Jonathan spared Clavis a look before returning it to Chevalier, "You're not well either"

Chevalier gave his brother an angry look. "Hey don't look at me", Clavis shook his hands,"I said I was happy to see you in pain"

"Clavis."

The jester prince responded with a heavy sigh to Jonathan's scolding. His amused expression gave way to a serious one, publicly for the first time in years. "I hate myself for saying this", he hesitantly muttered, "but you look like father".

That sentence reminded Chevalier that he owned a heart, because at that moment it sunk to the depths of the Earth. "I'm not him", he said, the feeling of y/n tears drenching his shirt after that man had assaulted her suddenly feeling once again all too real.

"I'm not saying you are but...".

Clavis shoved his hands in his pockets. He let out a heavy sigh and turned his head away. "Don't make me say it, you piece of shit"

"You two are gonna make me cry", Jonathan scoffed, "You look like shit and he's worried about you. And I worry about my sister"

"She made her own choice", Chevalier said firmly, "I have no right to-"

"Do you love her?", Jonathan interrupted. He took a step closer as Chevalier frowned in confusion.

"What?"

"It's a simple question ", Jonathan continued, "Do. You. Love. Her?"

Chevalier stiffened. He hated this question. He hated how it called on the feeling he once despised and now held dearer than his own life. And most of all he hated that he had to admit it for the first time to someone other than y/n; but he knew Jonathan would not take anything other than "yes" or "no" for an answer.

"You know I do", his voice came strangled.

Jonathan nodded. "Then fight for her"

"That battle was lost the moment we were born"

"That's not true. There's", Jonathan appeared reluctant, "Two things stand in your way: the King's council and the King himself. My brother can help you appeal to the nobles. But you have to speak to my father yourself"

"And your brother will help?"

"Well", Jonathan rubbed the nape of his neck, "I guess you have to talk to him too. I can come with, but he won't speak to me"

Someone else would have asked why. But it did not matter to Chevalier. "So where is he?"

"I....don't know"

"He's in Benitoite", Clavis reminded them with his melodious voice that he was still there. "What?", he shook his shoulders, "I like him so I keep tabs"

"That's concerning"

"Agreed"

Both Chevalier and Jonathan said. But there was no other option.

"You two geniuses think there is no way for you to be together", Jonathan remarked, "But did you even try to find one?"

Chevalier did not respond. The foreign prince was right. Going against y/n's choices was what he wanted least, but the moment she was ripped away from him his will to follow up on that notion became much weaker. If Jonathan was right, that she felt the same as him, and he could present her a path they could walk down together then he had to do it.

"Clavis", he said, "Fetch Four-Eyes"

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Miles away, in the luscious land of Istidor, Gilbert threw an arm around his beloved's shoulders as he sat next to her on the couch. She did not push him away but neither did she cuddle closer to him as his arms enveloped her.

"What are you reading?", he rested his chin on her shoulders.

She flipped another page on the old and tattered book. "I just found it", she shook her shoulders, "It's poems. You wouldn't like it"

"I like poems", Gilbert reached for the book. He flipped to see the cover. "The romance of the rose", he read. Y/n pulled her legs to her chest. "Thus, if I ever knew the sickness of love, you will carry on with little sleep, throughout the night", Gilbert read, "And when you can’t bear your suffering lying awake in your bed, you will have to dress, put on your shoes, and adorn yourself. Then, whether it is raining or freezing, you will go in secret directly to the house of your sweetheart, who will be sound asleep, with hardly a thought of you "

"I think i'll just go to bed", y/n hurriedly put on her slippers and ran upstairs to the bedchambers.

"Oo...kay?", Gilbert was left dumbfounded, with only the book and the memory of her warmth as his company. Gilbert closed the book and checked the cover once again. He clenched his fist. He did not know the exact details, but he felt it in his bones that this was about Chevalier; it was always about Chevalier.

He threw the book away and covered his bare eye with his hand. He had won her hand back, but he could never reclaim her heart.

#the obsidianite jewel #ikepri #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri chevalier #ikepri gilbert #ikepri x reader #chevalier x you #ikepri chevalier x reader #ikepri gilbert x reader #gilbert von obsidian x you

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robinette-green · 2 years

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Long ago, a great wizard crafted Sun and Moon. The wizard wanted assistants to help around the lab and companions they could converse with and bounce ideas off of. Handcrafting every component, the wizard put so much time and love into these creations that they gained souls of their own, giving them the ability to learn and grow. The wizard was thrilled to have created these beings, to have made two creatures with whom he could become close friends, and they did become friends. For several years the three became like a happy family, caring for one another, learning, inventing, and teaching. Everything was wonderful until the wizard's master discovered the creations. He had been ecstatic! With these powerful creatures, he could take over the kingdom! He would be unstoppable! The wizard did not want their found family to be used in this way, to destroy and kill, so they had hidden Sun and Moon away in a small world of their own. The wizard crafted a castle with many exciting rooms and surprises for his family to explore, wanting Sun and Moon to not become too lonely on their own. But even with all of these wonderful things, Sun and Moon soon found that they missed the conversations they had once had with their creator.

Every new moon, the wizard would visit their family in the little world they had created. On one of these visits, Sun and Moon asked if there might be a way for them to have people to talk to and enjoy all of the wonderful things the castle had to offer with. Once the wizard had thought over the request, they devised a solution. They cast a spell so that a human would be taken from their dreams every night and brought to the castle to experience a night of adventure. This worked wonderfully for a long time. Sun and Moon were never lonely, having people to spend their nights with, playing games and exploring the castle's mysteries. But people started to speak of their dreams of these wonderful creations. The creations that the wizard claimed had malfunctioned and needed to be dismantled, the creations that could help the master obtain ultimate power. The visits had to stop. The spell that pulled humans into the castle in their dreams had been in place so long that it had started to absorb the ambient magic around it and had grown in power. It could not be released or undone, so a barrier was placed around the spell and the small world. Sun and Moon had been alone ever since.

#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #clockwork castle au #sun and moon x reader

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rosedragonblast · 10 months

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Some Corvo/Daud fanfiction

Inspired by @caramelkask

Sidenote: It's only hinted that Daud is older than Corvo at one of his notes. So, for the sake of easy storytelling, i made them around the same age. I imagine Daud being raised by only his mother, and, when he sees a girl who lost her own mother as well, at his hand, Daud tries to compensate, becoming some sort of an adoptive second father for Emily. Daud it not used to living the life of luxury. At all. In eyes of a man, who was once a homeless, starving boy, a giant rock filled with gold, other valuable metals and woods, is a cold, unfamiliar place. He is still alert, fast and sleepless as ever. Considering that leader of Whalers still keeps his blade near his bed, gets nervous around royal guards and flinches at evert opportunity, Corvo sees not much change in the assassin.

Even tho he proves time and time again, that even heartless killers are able to change. Corvo can't bring himself to admit how good it feels to see Daud, sitting at the fireplace, listening patiently, while Emily tells him about her ideas, fantasies about the sea. Monsters, leviathans, giant cargo ships. All of them. Daud rememberes his portion of stories, telling the young empress about his childhood voyages with his mother.

— Daud. I know, that it might be incredibly rude of me to ask you something like this. It seems like a personal question.

— You can ask me and wait, if i answer, my lady.

— Ok, — Emily turns from the fire, blinks with her long lashes and breathes out. — Who where your parents? Everyone has to come from somewhere.

— Well. No one asked me about my heritage since Billy was a teenager. — Daud looks at the fireplace, closes his eyes and tries to remember his mother's face. When he finally succeeds, he huffs and lifts his eyelids. — A long time ago, around the time when your father was born on Karnaka, i was birthed by my mother on a ship. I never stepped on the solid ground until i was three years old.

Daud pauses, like he is trying to refine the blood filled story for a young teenager.

— My mother was a witch. Like Delilah. Like...me, in some ways. — Daud looks at his hand. Emily leads her eyes down to it as well. — Cursed, or blessed, i'm still not sure, by the Outsider himself. She was a smart woman. Kind, yet opinionated, experienced and tough. She taught me many things. Sailing the ship, tying the knots, looking for different ways in the night sky with stars themselves.

Daud breathes as he is preparing himself for the part that still makes him wonder. Did this particular period of his life made him what he is now?

— She vanished when i was ten. A little boy, fighting for his life with rats, bandits and street merchants. I stole, fought. I killed my first human when i was fifteen. An unlucky thug who stood in my way. I disposed of the body, leaving it in the river.

— Do you regret it? — Emily looks at him as if she understands. And she does. She saw time and time again how her father got hurt, had to end someones life for the force of good. She is not an innocent child anymore.

Daud thinks that they have something in common.

— I do. Especially after that fight with your father...I do. If i have not lifted my hand in rage, maybe i could have ended this sooner. Or could have become a better person.

— Or you would have met father sooner. He has a good influence on you, mister Daud.

Emily starts to draw her usual monsters and oceans, when Daud decides to leave Emily to herself and her pencils.

As soon as he opens the door, he slams hiding Corvo against the wall breathing heavily.

— What was that about? — Royal protector tries to get Daud's hands off his chest. The man only holds on tighter.

— That is my question to ask, Attano.

Daud sighs in relief, realising that it's not a threat. He still holds lord protector against the castle interior.

— I certainly do have a good influence on you..although it is not as stong as i would have liked.

— Shut up, Corvo. I'm going to sleep.

Even tho Daud tried to kick Corvo out of his chambers, royal spymaster was finally defeated by charm and sheer stubbornness of Corvo Attano. He finally let go of his nightmares, surprised by the image of a little girl replacing his usual mind monsters.

Daud awakes to a picture next to his bed, seeing a sea shore, a wide ocean and a ship in the distance, that was covered in black smoke, that usually surrounded the Outsider.

#dishonored #corvo attano #emily kaldwin #daud #fanfic #corvo x daud #corvodaud #knifecrow

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talkinfanfic · 1 year

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Episode 305 - Talkin' Music with shineswithyou

Summary:

🎧 Find Talkin' Fanfic on your favorite podcast app. Or stream here!

Sara takes (kind of sort of) a break from talking fanfic and bandfic to talk about a different form of storytelling– music, and writing about music! @shineswithyou is a familiar face around Oasis and U2 tumblr, but what you might NOT know is that she has recently embarked on a writing journey of her own, with a substack blog about music and its place as the soundtrack of her own life.

Sara and shines talk about her blog, and the difficulty of “writing words about sounds”; how music is a language in and of itself capable of telling its own (and our own) stories.

Of COURSE we loop it back around to fanfiction and RPF (or, ‘real person fanfiction’), and how bandfic is, at its core, a pure form of love for the musical artist. Other talking points include: how awesome Bono is, and how we wish we could have been at Slane Castle in 2001; the perennial dysfunction of the Gallagher brothers; and the dichotomy of the U2 and Oasis fandoms.

Contact and Credits:

Theme Music: Kyle Laurin "Oasis Supersonic Theme" (Twitter: @cobrakylemusic)

Clips from "Pop Muzik" by M (℗ 1979 Robin Scott Limited) and "Marquee Moon" by Television (℗ 1977 Elektra/Asylum)

Tumblr: talkinfanfic.tumblr.com

Instagram: @talkinfanfic

Email: [email protected]

Time caps:

00:00 - Introduction

14:52 - Interview start

23:07 - Music memories and growing up

30:40 - Tumblr and bandom

34:27 - the pf+hb blog!

39:32 - Blog entry 1

44:40 - Tom Verlaine and Television

46:50 - Excerpt of blog entry 4

48:56 - shines’ music writing style and influences, and the difficulties of writing about music

57:15 - Art in the time of Covid and intentional listening

01:10:56 - More on Television’s style and ‘Marquee Moon’

01:22:22 - CBGB’s and ‘the scene’

01:28:29 - Music mags!

01:32:05 - Speaking of U2…

01:36:55 - The dichotomy of the U2 fandom vs Oasis fandom

01:43:01 - Rapid Fire Questions!

Episode References

“Pf+Hb” shineswithyou’s substack blog

Shineswithyou on Tumblr

Music vid for The Stone Roses’ “She Bangs the Drums” (title inspiration for the blog)

M - Pop Muzik (Official Video) (Youtube)

Book - "Heartbeat" by Sharon Creech (Goodreads) - a children’s coming-of-age story told in free verse

Music writing rec - Liz Barker’s tinyletter (music writer and blogger, this is Liz’s main website: Words by Liz Barker ) Here is an an excerpt from her novel

Blog rec - Hanif Kureishi’s substack and a piece he wrote which shines recommends

Album - Nirvana MTV Unplugged (Spotify)

Album - The Velvet Underground & Nico (Spotify)

Trouser Press - “The biblio of alternative rock”

"The Too-Muchness of Bono" by David Brooks for the Atlantic

Achtoon Baby - U2 music blog project by Kelly and PJ

Fic mentioned - "The Passing of Peggy Gallagher" by Jeevey

Fic mentioned - “Stop the Clocks” by savageandwise

Youtube Clip from “My Beautiful Laundrette” (1985, starring Gordon Warnecke and Daniel-Day Lewis, screenplay by Hanif Kureshi. You can stream it on HBOMax)

Film Trailer for “CBGB” (2013) starring Alan Rickman

Book - Meet Me in the Bathroom: Rebirth and Rock and Roll in New York City 2001-2011 (Goodreads)

Documentary - Meet Me In The Bathroom (2022) - Youtube trailer stream on Paramount+ or rent on Amazon Prime Video

Documentary - "Gimme Shelter" (1970) - “A harrowing documentary of the Stones' 1969 tour, with much of the focus on the tragic concert at Altamont.”

Music Video - “Dark Sunglasses” a single off of Chrissie Hynde’s 2014 album ‘Stockholm’. The album doesn’t appear to be on streaming platforms.

Youtube - Where The Streets Have No Name (Live From Slane Castle, Ireland (2001) (you can see the heart-shaped stage that shines mentions really well at about 58 seconds!)

Shines’ Desert Island Discs: “Achtung Baby” by U2 (but on another day it might be “Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends” by Coldplay

Shines is listening to: “Lucifer On the Sofa” by Spoon (album, 2022)

Shines is listening to: “Wet Leg” (self-title debut album, 2022)

Music Discovery - Paul Gallagher's MixCloud channel (Sara rec, Paul does a weekly playlist with tons of great and lesser known artists. You can listen for free and there’s no ads, but to get the tracklist you have to be a paid subscriber)

Justin Hawkins Rides Again (Youtube channel, and he has a new podcast)

Music Discovery - Shines recommends finding your local independent radio station with real human DJs! You can google, and most colleges have student run stations, and TuneIn is a site that has a “find a local station” feature you can try out!

Fic Rec - “cheaper than a dime” by harmonising (Beatles RPF, George & Paul gen) - Shines says it’s a “beautiful, angsty study of Paul and George’s relationship, written in a choppy, time-jump style”

Fic Rec - “Dare, Disturb the Universe” by @penaltybox14 (ao3, Bruce/Steve)

Fic Rec - “Wharf Rats on the Stage” by @penaltybox14 (ao3, Bruce/Steve)

Fic Rec - “Fictitious Characters” and “You Wanted Me Alone” by @likeamadonnau2. Shines says: “gorgeously written and very meta - an alternative history of U2’s early days framed by Bono & Edge’s relationship, & written by them.”

Rapid Fire Questions (starting at 01:43:01)

Beatles or Stones?

Which of these best describes your inner rock star? (I picked ladies because they don’t get talked about enough): Chrissie Hynde, Joan Jett, or Stevie Nicks?

What’s the best way to experience music? Live show, or headphones and vinyl?

You have a free Wednesday afternoon. Are you going to the Man City Match with Noel, or spending a day at the pub with Liam?

The Doctor suddenly appears with the TARDIS and offers to take you to ONE of the following shows:

Jan 1969 - Beatles on the rooftop of Apple Corps in London

1974 - sneak into one of Television’s regular sets at CBGB’S

Nov 1995 - Oasis at Earl’s Court, London

Sept 2001 - U2 at Slane Castle, Ireland

What’s your desert island record?

Name a recent album you’ve been enjoying.

Any music discovery recs? (ex. For me, Paul Gallagher’s mixcloud shows / Justin Hawkins)

Can you give me a couple of RPF band fics off your bookmarks list?

What does music mean to you?

#talkin' fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction podcast #bandfic #Oasis RPF #U2 RPF #gcest #gallaghercest #bedge #RPF

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