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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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Please please bo sort a girl out with Ghoap x Reader in an abandoned farm 🤪🤪

1k game here - no more please!

@luminousbeings-crudematter my beloved!!! idk if tumblr gives you a notif when i post an ask you sent so im tagging you just in case lol. also you said "unhinged texas chainsaw massacre" and i tried my best but i've never seen that movie :')

3.8k of ghoap x reader ft. ghost and soap hunting down their newest pet in a corn maze (cw: rough noncon sex, kinda puppy play? super light) this is mostly soap x reader, sorry!!

The collar is heavy around your neck, making every breath difficult as you pant. Your lungs seize in your chest when you stumble through the corn maze, desperate for any light at the end of the tunnel.

It doesn't come, but you push on anyways.

The corn is rough against your arms and legs, your body vulnerable to the rough stalks with so many tears in your clothes. Everything hurts - your feet from the rough ground, your throat from all the screaming, your stomach from pure fear and adrenaline. You're too blinded from terror to focus on any of that, the only thought in your head to go go go go get away.

The roar of a chainsaw is loud somewhere to your right. You nearly fall to your knees at the sound, windmilling your eyes to keep yourself steady. A loud, manic laugh echoes from the same direction, and your legs nearly give out.

Fuck, he's right there.

You can't think about how close the sound is, can't focus on how you swear you can see the corn moving, you can only run.

The stalks split in front of you, and you stumble into a clearing. You freeze, feet stopped right on the border of the new area. You bounce onto your toes, like you'd been tugged to a stop before exposing yourself.

The clearing is empty accept for an old tractor, sitting in the center of the grass. It's just a large enough circle that you'd be exposed for several seconds if you tried to reach it, totally clear if anyone was in the stalks.

But... you could hide there, couldn't you? The machine looks massive from your vantage point, there's surely a place to hide there.

It feels cruel to leave your fellow victims to the killers hunting them down, but you know that you have to try and save yourself before trying to help someone else.

You take a deep breath as you sink back to your heels, crouching a little lower in the corn to see if you can spot any movement around the perimeter.

The chainsaw revs again, and someone screams.

Your decision is made for you. The sound of death sends you forward, instinct making you move.

The dirt is rough beneath your feet, small rocks sticking into the soft parts of your sole and offsetting your run. You try your best to keep your balance, eyes trained on the tractor and the small space you know you can squeeze in.

It's silent but for the sound of your own panting, blood rushing through your ears, nothing but that perceived safety in your mind.

Just as you start to ready your legs to launch yourself up to the seat, legs tensing, you're shoved away. Your breath is forced from your lungs as you hit the ground, dirt and rocks shoved into your arms as you roll.

"Ah!" You cry out, forced to your stomach as you roll. It takes a minute to recognize what's happened, for it to click in your mind that someone's there.

It's too late by the time you realize.

You still try to get away, some animal part of you knowing that it's dangerous to stay down.

You manage to get to your knees, eyes darting wildly to spot whoever's tackled you, to know what direction to run. But the field is empty, and you're already moving before you think to look behind you.

It costs you, because you hardly get a step away before you're shoved to the ground again, your attacker staying over your body.

"Where you goin'?" The man rumbles in your ear, his chest pressed to your back and lips against your ear. He nips the shell of your ear and your eyes fly open, face shoved into the dirt.

Hardly a foot away, a chainsaw rests in the dirt. Blood drenches the blade, slowly dripping into a puddle beneath the weapon. It makes you whimper, trying to squirm away from the killer above you.

"No, no, no," he purrs, nosing his way to your cheek and just leaning there, pressing his smile into your skin, his voice rumbling through your back. "Down, pup, c'mon, you're caught. No point in runnin'."

"Please-" you gasp, neck arching to try and get away. "Please, please, please-"

He makes a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. "Please, please, please?" His voice pitches up in a mocking tone, a horrible imitation of yours. "You a broken record, lass? Only wanna say the same thing? Come on, tha's no fun, gimme something new."

You shout, the sound caught somewhere between a cough and a sob, hands stretching forward and clawing at the earth. "Please!"

He truly laughs now, a sharp noise in your ear. He stretches himself up above you, chest lifting and hips pushing into yours so that your legs are pinned. All you can do it try to drag yourself forward, hot tears beginning to fall as you're held down in the same place.

"Guess it does sound good from your lips," he muses. He shifts behind you, knees squeezing to either side of your hips and hands reaching so he can grab your elbows.

"Look'it you," he tsks, bending forward to lace your hands together. You cry out at the feeling of being covered, his chest above your head. "Ruinin' your pretty nails, and for what?"

Your head drops to the ground, sobs tearing your throat to shreds as spit falls from your lips. You feel bile working in your stomach, that horrible tension beneath your tongue like you're about to throw up.

"I can't-" you gasp, panic clawing at your mind. You know this man is going to kill you, that he's going to make it hurt, and every part of you rebels at just the thoughts. You can't stop fighting, can't stop trying to get away from him even with the weight holding you down.

"Can't what?" He hums, shifting to kneel above you so that he's not nearly suffocating you. "Can't go anywhere? Naw, bonnie, you're not goin' anywhere now. Caught you fair and square, didn't I?"

There's a part of you that screams to try and argue, to take a deep breath and settle to see if you can make some sort of deal, but the bigger part of you can't calm down, can't do anything but try and shove yourself out from the maniac above you.

"Plus, if I let you go runnin' off you might get caught by Simon." His arms settle on your shoulders and you can't help but yelp, ducking your head low to try and protect your neck. "Then I'd lose. You want that? Thought we were closer than that, lass."

You sob, teeth clenched tight. You don't fucking know the man, you don't know whoever Simon is, you just want to go home.

"That's what I thought," he hums. "Now," he pushes up, and your arms and torso are free as he settles back to rest his weight on your thighs. "I think you and I have some time to play, hm? Before Simon catches us both."

You don't- you don't know what he means, and it's hard to breathe past the fear. It clicks when his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly.

"Wait," you gasp, eyes flying wide when his fingers creep beneath the hem of your jeans. "Wait, stop-"

"Oh, look at that," he laughs, hands shoving further down until his palms wrap around your thighs. "Learned some new words, baby?"

Your eyes squeeze as your feet kick against the dirt, unable to find any traction without shoes. Scrabbling so frantically only to stay right where you're pinned only serves to work you up more, to make your heart race faster.

"You're warm," he hums, kneading at your thighs and using his wrists to force the pants down, slowly revealing more and more of your skin to the cold night air. "Gonna warm me up, lass?"

"No," you hiss, the realization of what he's going to do sinking in. Your pants are pulled down to mid thigh, keeping your thighs from spreading and leaving your backside on display. "Stop- I'll- don't you dare-"

He laughs again, landing a harsh smack to your vulnerable ass. You cut your begging off with a yelp, hips rocketing into the ground to try and escape the sting when he lands another slap.

"You tryin' to boss me around? Real cute, pup, but you don't have a leg to stand on. Stuck pinned in the dirt and still tryin' to be in charge?" He laughs again, blows shifting from slaps to taps, jiggling the fat of your ass. "Cute, bonnie. Real cute."

You fold an arm beneath your face, try to use the other to force yourself up. "Stop fucking- stop hitting me, you bastard!"

"Oh!" He cackles, his lap slap almost bruising in it's force. "She's got some spine, huh? Maybe you'll be more fun than I thought."

You snarl into the dirt, legs kicking up behind you to try and hit his back. He's too high up on your thighs o reach, and you end up kicking the air like a toddler throwing a tantrum. It only fuels your anger, makes you feel more stuck.

"Keep fightin', bonnie." He presses himself closer to your face, and you catch a glimpse of sharp teeth from your peripheral, his smile sharp. "Makes it more fun for me. Think you'll tighten up if you kick kickin' and screamin'?"

You scream, a primal sound straight from the gut as you throw your head back and to the side, trying to hit him. You somehow manage it, but you hurt yourself just as much. You cry out at the sudden pain in the back of your skull, crumbling back to the ground.

There's a loud moan over your shoulder, and his hips press into yours. He's hard to your horror, his length pressing against the softness of your ass. "Fuck, that felt good."

God, the man is disturbed.

Your attempted attack doesn't stop him from hooking his fingers in your underwear, tugging them down to rest in the crease where your thighs meet your ass.

"Pretty," he purrs, hands stroking from your rips to your jeans, hands pushing hard enough to make you whine. His treatment is all too rough, like he's trying to mold you into the shape he wants. "Can't wait to get my dick in you," he groans, groping you.

"Nooo," you whine, trying to push yourself into the dirt, like it might open you up and swallow you whole, help you escape the horror you can't do anything to stop. "You can't- you can't fuck me, please, don't-"

He moans again, and you hear the clinking of a belt being undone. "Fuck, say it again for me."

Your eyes squeeze shut. You want to be anywhere else, anywhere but here.

You feel the heat of his cock against your ass, and tears sting in your eyes. You taste dirt against your lips, feel your palms sluggishly bleed from the scrapes against the rough ground. You try to focus on everything but what the killer's doing to you, but's impossible

His palm cups your center, fingers wrapping around your vulva and holding firmly. You flinch when his middle finger works between your folds, coming to rest on your clit.

"Need to get you wet," he mumbles, starting to work at the nub to coax some pleasure out of your body. "Simon wouldn't like it if I made you bleed." He snorts, then corrects, "Well, bleeding down there. Won't be shocked if he wants to carve you up a bit."

You shiver, focused too much on staying stiff and keeping your mind as far away as possible to put off the inevitable. What he says doesn't even properly click in your mind, floating in one ear and out the other.

"There we go," he purrs, palm growing slick as your body warms to him unwillingly. He grunts as he shifts to use both hands, one focusing on your clit and the other coming back to tease at your hole.

Two fingers slip in without warning and you yelp at the sudden stretch, hips bucking back instinctively and forcing the fingers further. Your moan is pulled from your chest, part pleasure and part pain.

"You want more lass? Here, don't mind stretching you out."

The third finger comes too soon, too suddenly, and the sting edges too close to pain for you to feel good, even unwillingly.

He's got no patience at all, fingers spreading inside of you while his thumb works furiously at your clit. The mix of good and bad leaves your head clouded, tears slowing as your mind starts to float away a bit.

He moans against your back, face pressed into your shoulder. "Feel so tight, bonnie. Can't wait til you're wrapped around me, wet and tight... fuck, can't wait much longer..."

His teeth press into you throw the fabric of your shirt, the bite only slightly blunted. You breath stutters out of your chest, lips shaking. You want to fight, tell yourself that you should bite and claw and scream, but he's already proven to you that he'd only enjoy that. All you can do is lie in the dirt, lamp and shaking.

Despite all your fear and your hatred for the man over you, you wish he'd stretched you out more.

"Gotta get inside of ya," he grunts, tugging his fingers out with a terribly wet sound. You can hear him sucking your wetness off of them as he shifts further up, letting his hard length rest between your thighs. "Don't... God, you taste good, don't wanna stretch you out too much. You get it, yeah bonnie?"

You whine forlornly, turning your head to the side. You can see him over your shoulder - tall and broad, brown hair in a... mohawk?, bright teeth shown off in a smile. He ducks down while he fists his cock, dipping himself into your wetness.

Wet lips press a kiss to your cheek, a trail of that wetness left against your face. When he pulls back you see the blood dripping from his nose, sniffle at the realization that he's left his own blood over your face.

"Look pretty in red," he whispers, tone oddly soft. It tugs another tear out of you, dripping down the bridge of your nose. His free hand comes up to your face, running a finger through the tear track and sucking the drop off his fingertip. "Taste good everywhere, love."

Your eyes close when he notches himself at your hole, pressing in just enough for you to feel the stretch. He's massive, and the prospect of him shoving himself fully inside of you... you shudder, trying to loosen yourself as much as you can.

He's not kind when he pushes in. You're not sure why you hoped he would be, not with the blood-soaked chainsaw still in your line of sight. But the sudden fullness, the sting, the stretch, draws a high cry from your lips.

His groan nearly drowns out your sounds, your walls spasming around him to try and adjust. You hate that it feels so good for him when you feel like you can hardly breathe around him.

"Feels so good," he moans, words hardly enunciated, thick accent only thickened by his pleasure. You can hardly understand him, far too upset to bother translating him in your head.

"Can't-" he pants, hips jerking out just a few inches only to buck back into yours, pushing as far inside as he can. "Can't come, but can get you off, yeah?"

There's a part of you that's confused by that, that wonders what the fuck he's talking about, but a much larger part of you is focused on the slow drag inside of you.

It would feel better if you were a little wetter, a little more stretched out, but you can't change those things. You relax, try to force your body to cooperate just to make things easier. You try to lean into the parts that do feel good - the way his cock drags against all the most sensitive parts of you, the slap of his balls against your clit - and sink into that pleasant feeling instead of the adrenaline still lingering in your veins.

He doesn't speak when he fucks into you, forehead pressed into your shoulder blade as he starts to drive you truly insane. It starts feeling good quickly enough for you to forget the pain, the horror, and you gladly fall into the oblivion creeping over your mind.

It's good, as horrible as it is to think. The bastard knows what he's doing.

It's some indeterminate amount of time later when you hear the stalks shifting again, eyes flying open just in time to see a man step into the clearing.

The man over you moans when the stranger gets closer, turning his head to the side. His hips buck into you even more roughly, your thighs beginning to ache from the force.

"Simon," he calls out, and it clicks in your head.

The new man is masked and wearing all black, and you recognize him as the other killer hunting you through the maze. His mask is just as terrifying from close up as it was when you first glanced over your shoulder while running, the sight of him in the distance almost floating while surrounded by shadows.

"Bein' good, Johnny?" He rumbles, boots stopping next to the chainsaw and toeing it away.

"Yes, sir," the man over you - Johnny - grunts, thrusts erratic. "Left-left the ring on, haven't come, promise."

There's a hum from above you, the man crouching down. "Good boy. Woulda had to ruin your fun if you got yourself off."

He whines at that, and you can't help but furrow your eyebrows. The man above you going from cocky and terrifying asshole to whining and moaning above you doesn't fit with the image you'd had in your head.

"I ken. 'S why I didn't take it off, ye bawbag." Johnny's voice shakes a bit as he switches to grinding against you, hips pressed flush with yours. The sudden pressure against your clit and so deep inside of you leaves you moaning, eyes rolling back. The peak of an orgasm is right there, just out of reach, and you reach for it desperately.

"Watch it," Simon scolds, shifting forward to his knees and reaching far enough to slap Johnny, the sound echoing through the silent clearing. Your eyes fly open, instinctually flinching away.

Simon's head tilts down to you, ignoring Johnny's whine. His gloved hand comes down to rest on your face, gripping your chin and lifting enough to get a good look at your face.

"Pretty thing," he says, giving your face a little shake before letting you drop to the ground. You can't even begin to care so close to the edge, focus solely on getting off

"'S what I said."

"Hmm. Why don't you go ahead and get the poor pup off? Looks like she's cockdrunk enough as is, might as well get her the whole way there before we take her home."

"With pleasure, sir."

It's hard to focus after that point. Johnny's hand tunnels beneath your stomach and to your clit, working his hips in full thrusts and rubbing you so perfectly. It takes hardly any time at all to get you off, the perfect mix of sensations sending you flying over that edge.

You're not sure what happens between the time when you come and when Johnny pulls out. Your vision nearly whites out, moving away from the scrapes and bruises and into the pleasure gripping every muscle. It's so much easier to lean into the good than the bad, to pretend the warmth is just the pleasure instead of the man at your back.

You're brought back into the real world by the feeling of something being wrapped around your neck, left just tight enough for you to jerk, panicked you couldn't breathe.

"Hush, pup," Simon shushes when you jerk up, eyes flying wide. "Just givin' you your collar. Makin' sure anyone who spots you can take you right home, hm?"

Johnny tugs you up as Simon speaks, grip just a tad too rough on your shoulders when he pulls you up to your knees. You're still a bit out of it as he tucks your jeans and underwear up, dick hard and slick against the small of your back.

The fear comes back as you're brought to your feet by Simon, hands on your elbows tugging you up. You're unsteady on your feet, knees almost knocking together while you blearily blink up at the masked man.

The sound of metal clinking together, a small yank against your neck, is what brings you fully back into your skin. Simon clips a leash to your collar and then Johnny's, matching pink and blue leads that make your eyebrows furrow.

Johnny - shirtless, drenched in blood - smiles at you, teeth stained with his own blood.

"Come on," Simon rumbles, a sudden tug against your throat nearly sending you to your feet. "Need to get you home, pup."

Johnny catches you before you can fall, laughing as he helps you up. The sight of a black studded collar at his throat jars you, fingers lifting to feel at the fabric around your throat. It's not studded, just a soft leather with a thick ring at the front where the leash connects.

"Looks good on you," Johnny compliments, guiding you to stumble along behind Simon as the man leads you both away, into one of the entrances to the maze.

"What..." your throat is rough and you cough, heartbeat picking up. "What're you doing?"

Johnny's smile is a little condescending, almost herding you forward by staying half behind you. "Takin' you home, lass. You're the last one alive. You make a pretty final girl, bonnie."

There's a sharp yank at your collar, tugging your attention to Simon where he's glancing over his shoulder at you. "Think you'll make a good pup. Johnny's been needing a new little friend, might as well be you, hm?"

There's.... nothing really to say to that. You're too weak, too shaky to try and make a run for it. The blue leash is held loose in Simon's hand, but the pink is wrapped tight around his fist. There's no way you're strong enough to jerk it out of his hand, and even if you could you've got no way out of the maze - they already found you first.

Johnny's hand nudges you forward, almost making you fall. He moves to walk beside you, shoulders almost rubbing together. You think the expression he shoots you is supposed to be comforting, but it's anything but.

You breathe deeply, head beginning to throb again, and hope you have the strength to survive what they'll do to you.

#so sorry lumi i feel like this is repetitive and not that well written :( hope you enjoy regardless <3 #by the way... my attempt at johnny's accent.... it happened #luminousbeings-crudematter #< aka the loml #bo writes #1k celebration #ghoap x reader

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minnaci · 4 months

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VICARIOUSLY

contents: gepard x afab!gender neutral!reader, reader's genitalia is referred to as "clit", "pussy", and "cunt", fingering (reader receiving), pleasure dom/top!gepard, overstimulation, hints of dumbification, semi-public sex (they're in gepard's office but the door is locked)

or, when you visit gepard at work on a rare day that he's not in the field, paperwork is the last thing on either of your minds.

"feels good, baby?" gepard rubs a few gentle circles over your clit, watching with fervent adoration as you tremble under his touch. his gaze flickers up to your face, and it's so tender that you nearly forget that you're in his office, sitting on his desk with your legs spread and his hand down the front of your pants. "yeah? just like that?"

"geppie." it comes out a soft whimper, your lips struggling to form words as he slips his middle finger inside, settling his warm palm against your clit and grinding.

"you're so warm and soft inside," he says. wonder colors his voice. "oh. it's like you're sucking on me..."

sparks fly up your spine as he works you over. his fingers are thicker than yours, his palms rougher. the friction, the heat makes your head spin. it's addicting, this cocktail of pleasure and warmth.

"i've never felt like this before you. like... like i need it. like i'm desperate." he says. he captures your lips in a desperate kiss, drinking in your soft sounds as he continues to rock his hand against you. "you're so tempting, i just can't help it."

your jaw hangs slack as he grinds his palm harder against your clit. the very tip of his finger grazes over your weakest spot, deep inside.

"geppie," you cry out. he really is so good at finding all the sweet spots inside of you that turn your brain off. "'m hot, feels so hot—"

"i'm here," he says, voice faint. the evidence of your desire for him makes him weak, makes him needy, and he's not the only one. your cunt pulses around him, begging him to keep going. his breaths come out shaky. "are you going to cum?"

you nod, once, twice, doing your best to focus on his face. it's just so hard when your whole body burns with unadulterated lust. the heat is most overwhelming between your legs, where gepard's rough palm keeps it's maddening pace against your clit. your gaze slides out of focus, and your eyes roll back into your head.

"oh, god," gepard's voice cracks as your breath catches. his gaze darts between your pleasure-drunk expression and the place where his hand disappears down your pants. "oh, god. you're so good, right there, yeah, right there, let me see it, please, please—"

you tense, and the whole room tenses with you, save for the intense grind of gepard's hand against you, inside you. blood roars in your ears. your body trembles, your breaths come in quick, desperate gasps, but you can't feel any of it. all that matters is gepard touching you— the filthy rubbing, the slick, overwhelming heat.

"come on, please, please, give it to me, baby, cum, cum, cum—"

"unh—!" pleasure overwhelms you, and you tumble over the edge, lost to irresistible, incomparable ecstasy. the sheer heat of your orgasm melts your brain, makes every coherent thought leak from your spasming cunt. it's a never-ending storm of mindless, visceral pleasure, so strong that you fear you might lose yourself to it.

"too— too much—" your lips feel clumsy, swollen. you're filthy. you're depraved. you could live like this forever, a mere being of pleasure, and you would be happy.

"not enough." gepard's lips slam over yours, and any last bit of resistance you had to him turns to mush. his mouth slides against yours, drinking in every aborted gasp, and he practically fucks your throat with his tongue as his clever, steady fingers work you through the last moments of your orgasm, drawing out your bliss until the delicious pain of overstimulation begins to set in.

black dances at the edges of your vision, and you gasp wordlessly, unable to form words. throughout it all, gepard remains the one, unrelenting constant, milking your poor, drooling pussy for every twitch, every spasm, every pulse it can manage.

only when you collapse does he stop, his free hand quickly catching you and pulling you against him to rest your head against his chest. you lean against him, pliant, body trembling with exertion.

"now it's enough." there's a teasing edge to gepard's tone— one that has your thoroughly-fucked cunt giving a valiant throb. he gently, gently pulls his hand out of your pants, a tinge of leftover desire stirring at the way your pussy clings to him, even still. "was it... was it good?"

it takes more effort than you expect to focus your eyes again, but when you manage it, you give him your best incredulous look. "i couldn't even form a sentence with how hard you made me cum, and you're asking me if it was good? actually, i should be asking you— do you want me to give you a hand?"

"just making sure." he presses a kiss to the top of your head. "and no, i'm okay."

"but i didn't even touch—" your gaze trails down his body and settles on the conspicuous, growing wet spot at the crotch of his pants. "oh."

"yeah." a faint blush colors his cheeks. "oh."

"still, i should have—"

"when you feel good, it's easy," he murmurs, low and embarrassed. "i just feel so... so good when you feel good. so it's easy."

it's all you can do to keep yourself from pouncing on him and having your way with him again right then and there.

#gepard smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #gepard x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #writemin!#+gepard

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darnell-la · 10 months

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Hiii there! may I please request a Bellamy Blake mean and dark dom smut with !female grounder reader? An enemies to lovers thing with a lot of tension or anger and fighting m so they just give in and have hot steamy smut?💖 ty!

world count: 5,9K

pairing: Dom!Bellamy Blake x Grounder!Reader

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Hatred to love

Bellamy Blake’s pov

"This place is so shitty," I said as Murphy and I stepped through the overgrown woods. We've been here for let's say, 6 months, and I've never felt more used in my life. Now that the 100 of us helped the rest of the people on the ark, we can work to reduce our time away.

To top off us being enslaved, we must deal with these people we call grounders. They’re violent and dirty, and think they own the place.

“Better watch what you say before y/n hears you,” Murphy joked, making me scoff. Y/n’s the leader of these grounders and she’s a real pain in the ass. She’s always arguing and demanding things. They also protect her and do whatever she tells them to do.

“Or what? Is she gonna stab me? We have guns and I don’t think they have treatment for that,” I said as Murphy shook his head. “I don’t understand why you don’t like her. She’s cool,” Murphy said.

I rolled my eyes and stopped, annoyed that people kept saying the same thing to me. I don’t get what they see in her. She’s violent, dirty, and has the worst attitude you could possibly think of.

“She’s not cool, she’s just some girl that thinks she has a say in everything,” I said. “First of all, that girl is 20, and second, she does have the day of everything. At least around here she does, and we choose to follow them since we landed in their territory,” Murphy said.

“And if you have a problem with that, you can barge into wherever she lives, and argue with her. Hell, fight if you need. Anything to shut you up about her at this point,” he said.

“Whatever man,” I said then kept walking, trying not to stay here all day and argue about how much I despise y/n. It just pisses me off how many people tolerate her.

“You’re not gonna stop me, so save your talking,” I said to Murphy before pushing past him and a few other friends. I’ve had enough of y/n and her demands.

I walked through the overgrown forest, stumbling over sticks and rocks, thinking about if fighting y/n is the best idea.

She’s the best warrior they say and she shows absolutely no mercy. Even if I were to beat her, her people would kill me for making her surrender. I’ll have to get her alone.

As I thought of things to do, I made my way through the forest until I was finally at the grounds of the grounders. They know me, so they let me in easily which was a big mistake.

“Y/n?” I asked the guards of this small village y/n’s always at. They nodded their heads then turned around to walk towards, where I guess, y/n is.

“Y/n!” One said as we walked upon y/n reading a book that my people gave to her, to little kids. They seemed happy and like they were having fun. I think this is my first time ever seeing her smile.

“What did you come here for?” She asked. She always seems like she has a tone with me. Only me. “Oh, nothing. Just wanted to walk and talk. Only for 10 minutes or so,” I lied. I have to get her away from the guards.

“Now you know I can’t do that. They always follow me. Where ever I go,” y/n said as I sighed. “I know, but, maybe they’ll make an acceptance this one time. Please,” I begged as she tilted her head.

Y/n got up and walked toward me and the guards. She said something in her language that I still haven’t learned yet, then walked passed me. “10 minutes,” she said.

“So what did you actually bring me out here for?” Y/n asked as she finally stopped somewhere a bit far from the village. “I was thinking we could fight,” I said.

“Fight?” She chuckled. “Pathetic,” she added. “What’s pathetic is that you need a whole army to fight for you,” I argued. “That’s just how we work,” she replied.

“What do you wish to fight for?” She asked, making me smirk. “If I win, you stop this boss act and I get to show people that you’re not as strong as you make yourself to me,” I said.

“And if I lose, you can keep your little act going and I’ll be very, very embarrassing,” I said as she rolled her eyes, holding back a laugh I wanted to slap away from her.

“Bet,” she said, a new word that she got from our kind as she jumped off of the log she was standing on and attacked me. I was almost unprepared but moved out of the way fast enough and kicked her back.

“Good reflexes. But not good enough,” she said as she turned and kicked my legs, causing me to fall to the ground. “Fuck,” I groaned then quickly rolled over as she was about to kick my face.

“Fighting dirty, huh?” I asked as I got up. “Nah, just want to get this over with,” she said before running towards me. She’s always been an attacker which is hard to fight against since she always makes the first move.

“Already tried?” She asked, looking down at me after giving me the worst blow to my stomach. I hate her but I won’t ever doubt again that she’s a good-ass fighter. “Nah,” I said, about to kick her legs to make her collapse but I heard a gunshot.

I quickly looked around as I stayed on the floor, hoping to see anyone but I can’t. “Y/n, get down!” I yelled-whispered because she still standing like she was in shock. She can’t be in shock right now.

“Y/n!” I yelled. She slowly looked down as her hands lifted up towards her stomach. “Did your people use their weapon on me?” She asked slowly as she pulled her hand away from her stomach showing blood.

“Ah, shit!” I said as she dropped to the floor. “No, no, y/n, you have to get up! Y-You can’t be out here. Shit! Fuck, uh, fuck. Y/n, get up!” I said as I tried picking her up, but another shot was fired but don’t hit us thankfully.

“Hood your fire dumb fucks! I made her fight me!” I yelled out so my people can stop this madness. They just fucked up our stay here. Her people will never forgive us for this.

“Bellamy, am I dying?” She asked, sounding like she was about to pass out. “Shit! No, no, you’re not dying. Just- Just stay still and hold this down,” I said as I took my shirt off, and lifted her ripped-up shirt to press down on her wound so she won’t bleed out.

“Guys, stop it! She needs medical assistance!” I yelled back as I saw her trying to break correctly and keep eye contact with me. She still seems fearless. How could I do this to her? What did I do?

“Don’t worry, she’ll get it,” an unfamiliar voice said. “But that won’t be needed for long,” they added. I looked around until my eyes landed on people in a has max suits and a dude without one. Everyone had a gun.

“W-Who are you?” I asked as I kept trying to push down on her wound. “We’ll get to talking once we get what I need,” he said then snapped his fingers. That’s when the people started making their way towards us. Towards her.

“What? No. No, back away! Back up!” I yelled but they didn’t listen. “No! No!” I yelled as two people pulled me away. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” I yelled, making the dude without a suit on, chuckling to himself.

As one guy went to pick y/n up, she lifted her arm and stabbed the dude in his neck causing him to fall back and bleed out.

“Get her now! We don’t have time for this!” The man said. That’s when a few people attacked her, taking her weapons and then dragging her away. They’re manhandling her while she’s screaming in pain.

“No, no! Help! Help us!” I yelled, hoping one of her people followed us so they wouldn’t completely have no eyes on her but they actually trusted me. Fuck. I kept repeating my yells until something knocked me on the side of my head.

“What is this shit!?” I yelled at the man as he threw y/n on her stomach, onto this medical chair and then strapped her down. They didn’t even patch up her wounds. She’s bleeding out and groaning in pain.

“I can see you’re not too happy. I assumed because of how you guys fought, you didn’t like each other but I see otherwise now,” he said as one sergeant pulled out some big needle that I’ve never seen in my life.

“What the- Hey! Hey, get away from her! What is that!?” I asked the man as he took a deep breath, about to tell me the most inhumane thing I’ve ever heard of.

“That needle you see is what we use to subtract bone marrow from the grounders who’ve been able to breathe on earth for hundreds of years,” he said as he sat in front of me after a guard placed a chair down.

“You see, my people can’t survive the outside but they can. People like you can too which is surprising,” he said. “We’ve been studying you guys and we finally got one of you which will help another few of my people,” he added.

“What? You’re gonna- You’re gonna fucking- No, let me go! L-Let her go! I swear to god-“ I went to say but he cut me off. “What will you possibly do?” He asked then snapped his fingers. Seconds later, his guards took me away as I yelled and demanded them to let me go but they wouldn’t listen.

Maybe an hour went by since the guards threw me into this clean and well-kept-up room. I’ve been thinking of ways to kill this man and escape. We can’t stay here.

As I was about to start my banging on the door that I’ve been doing every 10 minutes, the door swung open to two guards dragging y/n into the room by her arms.

She looked dead. My heart skipped a beat until I noticed she was alive by her whimpers. They patched her up but her blood is still leaking through her bandage.

“Here,” a third guest said as he walked through the doors and threw a medical bag at me. “Fix her up, would ya?” He said then walked out with the other two after they dropped y/n on the floor.

“Shit, y/n?” I said as I grabbed the medical bag and sped over to her. “Mhm?” She asked as I began to work on her. First I cleaned her up while keeping a conversation with her so she won’t fall asleep.

“I need you to keep talking to me, okay baby? Keep talking,” I said after watching her eyes get heavy. “Hurts,” she said right before slipping away and passing out.

“Y/n? No, y/n, stay up!” I said as I fastened my process before she looses too much blood. I’d she dies, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I made her go out, far from her guards to fight her.

I’ve always said that if I had the chance to kill her, I would but that’s a lie. Just a big fucking lie. I can’t do that to her. She’s one of the kindest, most responsible, and most thoughtful people I’ve met. I really fucked up…

“Guess I didn’t die,” I heard y/n say as she leaned up on the bed I laid her on. “Yeah, I guess,” I said as I quickly got up and walked to the side of the bed. “Hey, hey, chill out,” I said as I leaned her back to check her wound.

“Why are you carrying for me? Didn’t you want to fight me? Maybe even kill me?” She asked after slapping my hand away from her. “Hey!” I slightly shouted as I grabbed her wrist. She tried tugging away but I tugged back to get her to stop.

“Listen! You’re hurt and your people would probably kill me and think I shot you if they find your lifeless body bled out,” I said then pushed her wrist away and went back to slowly pull the big patch I placed on her.

“It sent Straight through so that’s good. I didn’t know until I started patching you up. You’ll heal within a few months but it takes a good year to get back to your normal self,” I said. “A year!?” She yelled.

“Chill, okay? I’ll take care of you and shit,” I said, making her laugh. “You? Take care of me? Yeah, it’s hard to feel comfortable around someone who got me in this situation!” She yelled at me.

“I didn’t mean to get you shot! I just want to put you in your place and-“ I tried finishing. “Put me in my place? And what is that? Ruin what I and my people had going on for hundreds of years. We were doing good with and without you,” she said.

“You need us,” I said as I leaned over her to intimidate her but she leaned up. I can tell that she was in pain but she kept a straight face because that’s who she is. She’s strong. That’s what I like about her…

“You don’t scare me, Mr. Blake, so don’t lean into my face and not do anything about-“She went to get aggressive but I cut her off by smashing my lips onto hers. She instantly stops talking. My eyes are shut but I can tell she’s looking at me with wide shocked eyes.

I slowly lifted my hand up to place my hand on her cheek but she quickly gripped my wrist, stopping me. I kept my hand up, not giving up until she slowly let my wrist go, allowing me to place my hand on her face.

Now she’s kissing me back and I can’t tell she’s probably never kissed anyone. She’s not bad or anything, but she’s flinching at new things I do like moving my tongue, she’s breathing heavily, and seems very needy.

“You done being mad at me now?” I asked as she kept her lips on mine, kissing me in want. “Shut up and kiss me,” she said as she pulled my face into hers. I did. as told and pushed her down on the bed and hovered over her.

Her small whines are the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. I love how needy, whiny, and sloppy she kisses me. How could I be so mean to someone like her? She’s perfect.

Minutes into making out with her, I went to trace my hand down to her lower body but someone started punching in codes. I quickly got off of her as she quickly leaned up, snapping out of what we were doing.

“Stay back,” I said as I got in front of the bed to cover her and defend her if they try grabbing and experimenting on her again until the door opened to Clarke. “Bell,” she said under her breath as she sped over to me and jumped into my arms.

“I thought I lost you. We thought you ran away,” she said as I placed her down, not really comfortable with her wrapping her legs around me, right after I just got through making out with y/n.

“No, no, I was just out with y/n and then these people fucking-“ I went to say but she cut me off. “What were you doing with y/n alone? How did you even get her alone without her guards?” Clarke asked like she was upset.

“That’s not the issue right now. The issue is, is that she got shot and they didn’t give her proper treatment,” I said as I walked over to y/n to show Clarke what I’m talking about.

She walked over, seeming like she didn’t really care. “I tried my best but it’s not enough,” I said. “You touch her? Aren’t you like not allowed to? She barely had a shirt on,” Clarke said, focusing on the wrong things.

“Well if I didn’t, she would have bled out, Clarke,” I said with a tone, pissed off that she’s so worried about how I’m taking care of y/n like me and her are dating. Clarke is just another girl to me. Nothing else.

“Where’s the rest?” I asked Clarke so we could end this conversation that was going absolutely nowhere. “Making sure the guards don’t try attacking the people helping the people that are caged up,” she said. They caged people here?

“They’ll explain to you. Let’s go,” she said, trying to pull me with her but I yanked my hand away. “We have to take y/n,” I said as I looked at her with a disappointed look.

“She says she’s strong right? She can get up and get home herself,” Clarke said. “Nah, I think you can,” I said, causing Clarke’s eyes to widen. “You should go,” I said then began to help y/n get up.

Clarke stormed out as I paid no mind to whatever she was fussing about. “You should have told me you had a partner,” y/n said. “She’s not,” I replied. “Doesn’t seem like it,” she said as she backed up from me.

“I can walk myself,” she said then began walking. “Wait, y/n, it’s not what you think, okay? She’s into me. I’m not into her,” I explained. “But she still felt comfortable saying those things about me. You’re clearly showing her something,” she said as she limped out of the room.

I stayed silent and still in the room, cussing myself out that I had something with Clarke. She just fucked up what I and y/n could have probably had. I should have known she’d be like this.

Before I even pressed my lips onto hers, I thought about how all the women would feel about me and y/n being a thing. Clarke was the first to come to mind since she’s the more jealous type. The others have other people so they don’t need me.

SKIP SEVERAL MONTHS

3rd persons pov

It’s been months since y/n’s been shot and she’s doing pretty well. She still works out, trains, and talks to Bellamy but she never dares to speak about what happened between them in that room.

She respected Clarke and Bellamy’s non-realistic relationship and Bellamy respect how angry she was at him. He understood how uncomfortable she could have felt in that situation once Clarke started acting a certain way toward her for no reason.

Bellamy still tried to make small moves but it never really goes anywhere. They haven’t kissed each other since that day. The furthest it’s gone is touched around her clothing to ease her into him but she can’t forget how he made out with her and seconds later, Clarke came in like they’ve been dating for years.

Today’s y/n’s birthday and Bellamy just found out that the grounders don’t celebrate birthdays since they use to lose track of times before the sky people came down.

Bellamy is currently in y/n's room, decorating the place with old birthday decorations he found around the place. They had moved into the mountain men’s home after every one of them fled with suits to go someplace else, scared that the sky people and grounders would come after them for murder.

“She’s back from hunting in a few minutes,” Murphy said as he walked into the room. “Good, and her guards won’t be sticking their noses around, right?” Bellamy asked. “Nope, so you’re good,” he said.

“You really like her, huh? What happened?” He asked as he looked around the room, seeing how much work Bellamy put into it. bellamy was the one to even set up her furniture when they moved in a few months ago.

“I don’t know. It’s like, right after she got shot, I noticed that I’d missed something about her a little too much,” Bellamy said as he sat down on y/n's bed and looked down at the ground.

“I knew you didn’t hate her. It’s easy to tell,” Murphy said. “I read this book that was published back in 2023 and they said that people tend to get more annoyed about people that care about. That’s you to y/n,” Murphy said which is definitely true.

“She’s here!” Monty and Jasper yelled through Murphy’s Walkie-Talkie. “Good luck and don’t be you please,” Murphy joked as he made his way out of the room.

Bellamy chuckled as he got up and walked to the corner of her room so that y/n wouldn't see him when she first walks in. He wants to see her reaction. He loves watching her smile.

“Why is my door open!?” Y/n yelled throughout the hallways. Dammit Murphy. “Hello?” Y/n asked before peaking around the corner to the surprise in her room.

“Oh,” she said confused but slightly amazed. She’s never seen decorations like this before. “Who did this,” she said under he breathe as she took a step into her room with a smile on her face. Just what Bellamy wanted to see. He's never seen her smile this bright.

“I knew you’d like it,” Bellamy said, making her jump a little. “Bellamy!” She shouted then covered her mouth. “You like it, right?” He asked as he slowly walked towards her. “Yes, I actually do,” she said. You could see her blushing.

“Good, because it took me a couple of hours to find everything and put it up,” He smiled down at her. “Thank you,” she said as she began to scan the place and walk around. He can tell she really loves it.

“You know, y/n. I’ve been thinking. A lot. I know we use to be enemies-“ Bellamy said but she cut me off. “You use to be mine. I never hated you but go on,” she joked.

“Yes, yes, I know,” He chuckled. “But after that day in the room, I felt something. I’ve always felt it but it never came out until then. That’s the day I couldn’t force being angry at you or having some type of hatred towards you,” Bellamy said as she turned around and he walked towards her.

“Y/n, I really like you and I’m sorry Clarke said those things about you but I don’t like her. I don’t see anything with her. But I do see something with you,” Bellamy said. He softly grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.

“So, could we please start over? Start something with each other?” I asked. “Bellamy…” she said as she pulled her hands back. “I can’t. You and Clarke have known each other for a while. I think she’s best for you,” she said.

“But I don’t want her. I don’t feel anything for,” Bellamy said as y/n shook her head with a chuckle. “She still talks about you. She’s obsessed and loves you,” y/n said.

“She doesn’t love me. She just hates the fact that I love you and now her. I’ve never loved her. I barely ever liked her,” Bellamy said making y/n shake her head.

“Yeah, that’s not what she keeps saying. Apparently, you guys have been secretly dating for years and still sneak around at night in your room or go off somewhere where no one will see you,” y/n said, making Bellamy’s blood boil.

“And who the fuck has she been saying this shit to?” Bellamy asked. “Me, Monty, Jasper, and maybe a few other girls,” Y/n said. “Well, that shit isn’t true. She just wants you away from me, that’s all,” Bellamy said, trying to softly grab y/n hands again but she backed up towards her bed.

“Look, we can’t work out, okay? It’s not going to happen,” she said. “Why? Why can’t it work?” Bellamy asked with a tone, getting tired of excuses and other people getting in the way between him and her.

“Because Bellamy! I don’t want you! You’re too different from me,” she said. “What are you talking about? No one who’s together is exactly the same, y/n,” Bellamy said as he stepped towards her.

“You’re not for me, Bellamy so just- Just leave, Bellamy,” y/n said but he didn’t listen. “Y/n, you’re perfect for me. I love how different you are,” Bellamy said as he went to grab her waist slowly but she slapped his hands away, shocking him.

Y/n walked passed Bellamy to get out of his face since he won’t get out of hers but he quickly grabbed her from the back and pulled her away from the door.

“Let me go!” Y/n yelled at Bellamy. Bellamy threw y/n on the bed and then quickly ran over to her door, shutting and locking the door so that she’ll listen and stay where he wants her at. With him.

“Bellamy, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, annoyed that he can’t just leave her alone. Why does he fight so much for her? Why does someone like her so much? She’s not someone who’s likable like this.

“I’m here to show you love, y/n. I fucking love you and you know that. That’s why you’re pushing me away. You think you’re gonna hurt me or some crazy shit but you’re not. What’s going to hurt me, is if you don’t accept me and love me back. I know you like my touch and presence,” Bellamy said as he made his way toward her.

“No, no, no! No, Bellamy! I-l don’t love you! I don’t!” Y/n yelled at him as she rushed her hands through her hair and rubbed her face, stressed that this is happening. She can’t run like usual. He’s got her trapped.

“Stop lying, y/n. It’s getting annoying and makes you look more pathetic,” Bellamy said, getting angry. “Pathetic!? You’re pathetic! You have to trap a woman in a room to force her to love you,” y/n said.

“I don’t have to force shit, and you know that. You fucking know it, so stop lying!” Bellamy growled at her as he grabbed her wrist tightly. “I’m tired of you fucking lying and denying. Admit it. Admit it now!” He yelled in her face, shocking her.

“No,” she firmly said, hating the dominance someone like him can show over her. She’s never felt any kind of dominance against her but from Bellamy. She can’t seem to function right with him talking to her like this.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded after letting her hand go, giving her a chance to listen. “No,” she said, once again with a tone, trying to stand her ground until Bellamy picked her up and threw her on her bed.

Bellamy kept his silence as y/n began to yell at him. He didn’t care. He wanted to shut her for once and make her submit. He wants to get rid of the lies and excuses.

“Bellamy, what are you doing!?” Y/n finally asked after noticing Bellamy’s shirt off. She’s never seen Bellamy with his shirt off. She’s seen his built-under wet clothes hut never more. This is a lot for her.

“You like the clothes I gave you in a box? They’re perfect for you,” Bellamy said, making y/n think. Murphy, Monty, and Jasper said that they gave y/n the box so she’d have the best up-kept clothes since she’s the leader of her people. Now she’s finding out Bellamy chose them all.

That explains the revealing parts, her panties, and bra that seemed a bit too pretty for Monty, Jasper, and especially Murphy to pick out for her. She knew they’d never do that.

“Y-You picked these out?” She asked, knowing the answer already. “Of course I did. Otherwise, I’d have a talk with Murphy about what he picked out for you,” Bellamy smirked at y/n as he slowly climbed onto the bed.

“Now will you finally let me taste you? I bet you’re sweet as a fresh berry,” Bellamy said as he tugged on y/n shorts. She tried slapping at his hands but she’s not really fighting him like she should be.

“Look at that… You look so cute in these tiny little panties,” Bellamy said after getting her shorts off. She tried covering herself up but it was not enough. Bellamy laughed at her attempt as he began to pull her panties down, so focused on what he’s been dying to see.

“Fuck, you’re wetter than I could’ve imagined,” he said under his breath. She had shaved today in the shower for the first time ever. She grew up thinking shaving wasn’t even a thing until Bellamy’s sister gave her something for her birthday.

“No one’s ever touched you here, haven’t they? Tell me I’m the first, baby, and I’ll treat so you right. Better than your people. I’ll worship you more than anyone else can, baby,” Bellamy said, becoming full of lust by the second.

“Bellamy, I can’t,” y/n has snapped out of what felt like a dream, angering Bellamy. “I’m tired of this shit,” he said as he quickly parted y/n’s legs and dived in without warning, lapping his tongue around her floss and clit faster than she could blink.

“Bellamy!” Y/n moaned loudly at the foreigner feeling. She’s never touched herself in any type of way down there so everything she’s feeling feels too great for her. She’s too sensitive.

“P-Please, Bellamy! Oh my!” She cried out, feeling her nerves hit her and her clit swell up. Bellamy began to suck any and everything he could reach. She grew wet, only making Bellamy eat her out sloppier.

“I-I-I can’t Bellamy! I can’t!” She kept crying and shaking as she felt her stomach tighten. She’s never felt this before. She thinks she’s about to pee on Bellamy’s face but Bellamy knows he’s about to take the sweetest thing he could possibly taste.

“Cum in my mouth, baby,” Bellamy said, and right after, y/n released all over his mouth and chest as she shook and rolled her eyes back. The moan she let out felt like music to Bellamy’s ears. He’s never heard of anyone so beautiful before.

Bellamy backed away and hovered over y/n watching her eyes shut and her body shiver from the new feeling she just received.

Bellamy began to take his jeans off as y/n lay there a whining mess, not being able to shake off the orgasm she just had.

“Work with me and I’ll go slow. Resist and I’ll put you in your place, princess,” Bellamy said as she slowly moved in between y/n’s legs, triggering her kind as she felt his bare skin. Her eyes widen in shock at his size.

“B-Bellamy, what are you doing? What is this? What is that?” Y/n asked, feeling a bit scared even though she knows Bellamy would never hurt her in any kind of way.

“It’s yours, princess, and the only right thing to do with it is to get to know it and soak it with your heavenly sent sweet juice,” Bellamy said as he brushed his tip against her entrance to watch her jump a little.

“Let’s see who’ll win this fight,” Bellamy said right before pushing balls deep into her cunt as she screamed and scratched at his chest and abs, feeling the pain but pleasure.

“N-No, this is too much!” She whined as she tried pushing away from Bellamy but he’s not waiting any longer. Bellamy gripped y/n’s neck, placed his hand next to her ok the bed to keep himself up, and began to thrust.

“Bellamy, Bellamy! Fuck, please! Please, Bell,” y/n moaned loudly, surprised at her language and the nickname she called him. “What’s wrong baby? You can finally not take something?” He laughed in her face.

“You’ve been stabbed, shot, thrown off of hills I heard and you can’t take a cock?” Bellamy teased as he sped his thrust. “You can’t take a simple fucking cock, but you can take all of this other shit!?” He shouted at her.

“You’re so pathetic,” growled in her face as her eyes rolled back and her moans got trapped by his tighter grip around her neck. “And you’re about to cum? Didn’t know you were a little slut to degrading, with the title you hold,” Bellamy chuckled as she squeezed his cock.

“I-I’m not,” she whined, which broke into a moan as she came around Bellamy’s thick cock. “Fuck, yes. Cum on my fucking cock and I might treat you better when I fuck your little body,” Bellamy grinned down at her.

“Bellamy,” y/n moaned as she softly grabbed his face and fucked up onto him. Oh, you’re horny? You like it, huh?” Bellamy asked, very surprised that she’s feel comfy with this so fast.

“Y-Yes, I like it,” she whined. Y/n tried pushing Bellamy to the side but he was too strong. He watched her struggle until he let her overpower him and climb onto him.

“Oh, shit,” Bellamy said shocked as y/n grabbed his cock and lined herself up to her own entrance until she dropped down on him with a loud moan. “Fuuuucck!” Bellamy bucked his knees.

“So sexy,” Bellamy growled as he pulled y/n’s shirt and bra off. “Ride me, baby,” Bellamy said. Y/n didn’t waste any time to start. The moans leaving her mouth were nonstop. Her rhythm is as well.

“You ride so good baby. All of that adrenaline in this sexy little body, coming to life,” Bellamy wrapped his large hands around her waist to help her. He gave her ass some smacks here and there, only making her sex drive higher.

“Never knew your tits were so beautiful,” Bellamy grabbed one for a few seconds then began to pinch her nipple to give y/n a better feeling. “Bell,” she moaned as she leaned down in his face.

“Right there,” he said, feeling his orgasm right around the corner. She stuffed his mouth with y/n’s free nipple and began sucking, only having her cum for the 3rd time with a wilder shake.

She still tried to ride him but soon stopped as Bellamy held her down with one of his hands on her waist. Bellamy groaned loudly as he released a big load into y/n. He’s never shaken before. But this time it felt too good to hold still.

Both pulled each other closer together as they rode out their orgasm together.

After cleaning each other up and talking about what the two should do further, they decided to officially be something.

Y/n had to explain to Bellamy that if she were to date someone, within a month, they’ll have to do a traditional marriage because of her title of the leader.

Bellamy couldn’t have had better news said to him. It was one thing for him to be her boyfriend but officially making her his is something he thought he’d have to wait years for. No, he doesn’t.

Y/n and Bellamy lived life to be the best couple anyone could have imagined. They’ve grown both of their people closer and helped generations of people understand that no one is truly your enemy unless you make them out to be.

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Secrets Suck, Man

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

With Dean being heavily against the idea of dating while on the job, Sam and you figure out secret ways to be together without Dean knowing. Except, here’s the thing, he already knows.

Angst, fluff, cute stuff with Sam. Takes place during Season 12.

Third Person Pov

"Sam, how many times do I need to tell ya that it's a bad idea. Hunters don't get a normal life and if they did, they ain't hunters no more." Dean lectured Sam who sat in the passenger seat of their 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

"Dean, all I'm saying is maybe it's not a bad idea to be with a hunter. At least you both understand the life and the risks." Sam pleated with Dean trying to get him to see his point of view on the situation.

"Dude, you really want to watch the person you love die because you were busy saving someone else?" Dean asks seriously.

"No, I wouldn't want that even if I wasn't a hunter, Dean. But at some point, I think it's okay as long as both parties understand the risk." Sam spoke with coming off harsher than before.

"Drop it, you know my thoughts on it Sam. It's not a good idea." Dean jabbed back as he turned up the radio to some 80's rock song.

"Fine." Sam sighed in defeat knowing that his plan to try to tell Dean that he already had a girlfriend and that person happened to be you.

Two hours later...

Sam and Dean made their way into the bunker where you were. Sam saw you and gave you a quick, but loving smile. While you waited on them to return, you read the same lore books hoping to find something new in them only to be disappointed again. You smiled back at him making sure that Dean didn't notice you looking at Sam. Speaking of Dean he said a quick hello and sat down on the chair in front of you kicking his muddy boots up on the table.

"Hey, I'm glad your back and everything Dean, but take your shoes off the table please." You asked him rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, did you find anything in the lore about Nephilim" He questioned doing what you asked.

"Same as before, I still only know what I've read for the millionth time and Cas's knowledge." you sighed rubbing your hand around your sore neck. This caught Sam's attention and he made a mental note to himself to help you out later.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out, we've just got to keep looking." Sam reassured putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Y/n, we've delt with worse and won." Dean butted in.

"Yeah, I think the apocalypse and the darkness are a lot worse than this by far. I'd still rather deal with a nest of vamps than this though." You half joked.

"You and me both." Dean sighed getting up out of his seat and walking towards the hallway. "I'm gonna take a much-needed shower see you guys at dinner." Dean spoke walking away to the showers.

As soon as he was gone you rushed towards Sam and gave him a hug. Breathing him in and feeling his body against yours invited instant comfort and happiness to your stressed-out body and mind. And to Sam, he found the same comfort as his arms immediately wrapped around you as he placed his left check on the top of your head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes allowing himself to be in the moment with you and forget all of the shit that is piled on them once again. He loved you and even having a little time alone was worth the world to him. After some time of just being there with him, your curiosity became too much and the elephant in the room needed to be addressed.

"Baby, what did Dean say?" You asked him raising your head while still holding Sam in your arms. He looked at you with a sad but loving gaze as you waited on his response.

"Same thing as before, he's against it." Sam sighed sadly. "But I don't care he can just deal with it. Secrets suck and I'm tired of keeping our feelings for one another away from Dean. I mean even Cass knows." Sam spoke trying to convince you.

"Yeah, I get that, I just really don't want an angry Dean top of the shit pile that we already have. I really want to tell him, don't get me wrong, I'm just scared to see how he'll react. Hell, I'd rather face Amara again than tell Dean, but I think it's important that we do." You pleaded with him trying to get him to see your point of view.

"Baby, if Dean gets mad that's on him. We are both adults and I think it'll be okay. I know your nervous, but trust me Dean at his core is a really big softie." He reassured rubbing your arms up and down.

"I still feel weird about it, but I think I'm just scared of his reaction, mostly." You whispered putting your forehead on the center of his chest.

"We don't need to tell him right now, we can wait as long as you need." Sam

“Thank you Sammy, that means a lot.” You say smiling at his sweetness.

Just as you two were about to break your hugs out comes Dean wearing his grey robe with an annoyed expression on his face. You were nervous and could tell that had whenever was wrong was serious.

“Dammit, If you two are gonna be together be fucking careful because this life ain’t pretty for us. I’ll support it if you guys do that. I guess some of us should have something good in this shit show.” Dean quickly said before a leaking away. As he did he did a double take. “And you two need to get better at whispering because I could hear everything.” He said annoyed as he walked away.

You both stood there dumbfounded at what just happened. You looked at each other and laughed at the situation. Sam then leaned down and captured your lips into a soft and sweet kiss. He broke the kiss giving you another big smile as he chuckled.

“Well I guess the secrets out.” Sam joked

“Yeah, and by what he said I guess he’s known for awhile now.” You say letting out a deep breath hugging Sam closer relieved that you don’t need to hide out of fear.

“Yeah, I’m just glad that with all of the shit that’s been happening that I still have you by my side. And no matter what I’ll be there for you.” He reassured

“Aww Sammy me too, I love you. And Dean’s right we should be careful about all of this.” You told Sammy nearly sounding like Dean.

“You’re right about that. And Deans right about another thing too. That it’s good that we’ve found happiness in this shit show.” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we really did. I love you Sammy Winchester.” You proclaimed

“I love you too Y/n L/n.” Sam responded hugging you tighter.

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 6 months

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this is halloween || I.N. x reader

Summary: Working in a bar on Halloween sucks. What doesn't suck is your coworker Jeongin being shirtless in the name of it being a sexy costume (unless your boss made him do it, in which case you're prepared to murder him).

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers

Warnings & Tags: mostly fluff, slightly heavy make-out session, mentions of customers being inappropriate with Jeongin.

A/N: hiiiii, welcome back on my blog! I hope everyone's doing good ^-^ I've written four small one-shots for Stray Kids' maknae line for Halloween (and the plan for now is to write four small one shots for the hyung line for Christmas/New Year's). Here is the first one, and I hope you'll enjoy them!

Seungmin · Felix

Working on Halloween night was rarely, if ever, a good experience, if you were in the service industry. You didn’t remember enjoying it even once since you’d started working, taking jobs wherever and whenever you could. It was easy to get hired for Halloween, and on crazy nights like that, tips always flowed in, but it was made barely worth it by the insanity you’d have to endure. The crowds, the noise, even the drunken people, all that, you could handle, but Halloween seemed to bring out the worst in people — or the worse of people, you couldn’t say for sure.

For fuck’s sake, a guy thinking he was a vampire had bitten you one time.

You couldn’t say you’d been surprised when the bar you’d been working at for close to a year had informed the employees that they were expected to wear costumes for the night. Up all night was always somewhat gothic-themed, after all. Plus, they weren’t asking for much. You’d merely been given a red headband with little demon horns on it and a note urging you to ‘dress sexy’. It had made you roll your eyes, and you had decided to only half humor the direction. After all, you’d be standing behind the bar for the night and you didn’t see a point in making too much of an effort.

When you’d gotten there, you had immediately known that had been the right decision. There were much bigger fishes to fry than your outfit, and neither your colleagues nor the manager paid you much attention. You were kept busy from the moment you set foot in the building to the opening, with not a minute to yourself. You only remembered to put the headband on as the very first clients stepped in through the doors.

After that, it was just an endless stream of people trying to get your attention and something to drink.

It was around midnight when you took your break.

Fifteen minutes, that was all you’d get — it meant both nothing and the world to you.

It’s as you’re sitting outside, quietly sipping on coffee that you need both to keep yourself sharp and to warm yourself up on this cold October night, that you’re joined by Jeongin.

You like Jeongin. A few years younger than you, he also joined a couple of months after you did. He’s sweet, hardworking, creative, and, as you find out tonight, has abs for days.

“What are you wearing,” is what comes out of your mouth when he walks towards you, even though your question should be ‘what are you not wearing’.

Jeongin glances down at his body like he forgot, then lets out a sigh as he, too, realizes that he’s very much shirtless — save for the suspenders that half cover dark nipples. You… take him in a little longer than you’d be comfortable admitting. Your eyes go from his large shoulders to the rock hard pectorals, to the well-defined abs that inevitably lead to the happy trail that disappears into his pants. Suddenly, you’re strongly aware of how close in age you are to him, even though you like to joke about how he needs to be taken care of.

He lets himself fall down next to you and the pout he gives you allows you to at least try to cling to that illusion a while longer.

“They asked me to,” he says. “Told me I’d be a sexy demon.”

Immediately, your spider-sense starts tingling. If there’s one thing you won’t sit for in silence, it’s one of your friends and fellow employee getting taken advantage of.

“Wait, did they force you?” you ask, brow suddenly furrowing. “Did they— insist or say something about your job? Because unless we signed very different contracts, I doubt that was in the job description.”

Jeongin’s eyes go wide.

He’s pretty. Shit, he’s really pretty, and he’s sitting so close to you that you can feel his body heat. It’s cold outside, but it was ridiculously hot in the bar, as is made obvious by the discreet sheen of sweat on his body.

“No, they, uh, they didn’t do that,” he says, sounding very sheepish now. “They just— asked.”

You click your tongue. They’d have to have known that he wouldn’t know better.

“I’ll talk to them. You shouldn’t have to dress in a way that makes you uncomfortable.” You gesture at yourself. “See, I’m wearing the stupid headband, but I’m not going to go out of my way unless they start paying me a lot better.”

Jeongin’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, and you feel very naked under his gaze as he takes in your body. Hm, you kinda wish you’d bothered to dress at least just a teensy bit sexier now. Then he looks at you again. Swallows.

“I think you look good,” he says. Then he smiles, and it’s such a sweet sight, cute dimples forming in his cheeks. Takes your breath away for sure. If it sounded more suggestive, you might be led to thinking that he’s flirting with you. It just seems genuine right now, though. Plus, now that you’re looking at him, you’re pretty sure he’s got at least three phone numbers written on his arms. The thought makes you wrinkle your nose in distaste. People tend to forget boundaries, when they’re wasted.

“I really need to get a word with Jin-Young,” you mumble through your teeth. A glance at your watch; your break is almost over and you don’t want to fuck your coworkers over, so you push yourself to your feet. You pat Jeongin’s shoulder, stopping yourself from lingering to feel the muscles under your fingers. Last thing he needs is yet another person disregarding his personal space. “You can throw something on, I’ll take care of it.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine, you don’t have to do that—”

For a second, you hesitate.

“You don’t mind? Has no one been… gross?”

You openly eye the phone numbers, and Jeongin glances down like he’s seeing them for the first time.

“People are just having fun.” He shrugs, but avoids your eyes.

If the blind, white-hot rage that goes through you at his reaction is any indication of the conversation that’s going to unfold real soon, you might very well lose your job tonight.

“I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him. Again, he says something about how you ‘don’t have to’, but this time you ignore him.

Jin-Young’s in his office, hiding behind mountains of paperwork and muttering numbers to himself as he’s making sense of the receipts that he’s lined up in front of him. The thin pieces of papers jump when you slam your hands on the desk.

“What did you tell Jeongin about his costume?”

After first looking at the papers in complete disarray, like he thinks they moved out of their own volition, he slowly raises his towards you. You’d have sympathy for how lost he looks — Halloween’s hard on everyone in the industry, like you mentioned — if you weren’t so pissed right now.

“To dress sexy,” he says after some long seconds. “Like everyone else. Why? Did he not put any effort into it? Are you jealous about that?”

While you are vaguely flattered that people appear to think you look sexy in your bare minimum effort, that is not the matter at hand right now.

“He’s shirtless,” you say. “Who told him he needed to be shirtless?”

Finally, some light appears in the man’s eyes.

“Aah, that’s right! He asked what I meant by sexy, and that was one of the examples.”

“You pushed him to it,” you say through gritted teeth.

The accusation doesn’t faze Jin-Young whatsoever.

“I didn’t have to. He seemed quite excited about it, if you want my opinion.”

You don’t, typically, but that does throw you off.

“He seemed quite uncomfortable with it,” you say slowly, but it sounds more hesitant now. Jin-Young’s many things, and one of these things is a terrible liar.

“Well, what did you tell him?”

Wait a minute, is this your fault now?

“Nothing! Just asked what he was, you know, wearing. It— it caught me off guard.”

Jin-Young raises an eyebrow at you, and you defensively fold your arms over your chest.

“You know,” he says, trying to be coy and failing miserably as he leans over his desk, “I wonder why he liked the idea of doing it shirtless. It’s not like he doesn’t get attention when he’s dressed normally. Hm, it’s such a mystery. I guess we’ll never know.”

“Are you implying that it was because of me?” You can’t keep the skepticism out of your voice for the life of you.

“Oh, I wonder. Am I now?”

One thing you’re not going to do is talk about your love life with your boss, so you roll your eyes at him — he won’t fire you until the next day, and even that he’s unlikely to do — and walk out, saying something about needing to get back to work, which isn’t wrong.

In going back to the bar, you run face first into Jeongin’s smooth, hard chest, which is truly the cherry on top of everything that just happened. Strong hands grab onto your arms, stopping you from stumbling back, and concerned eyes plunge into yours, so deep you could drown in them.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Great. You’re doing great.

“I’m fine,” you reply, squeakier than you’d like, “just need to get back to work.”

“What did Jin-Young say?”

That gives you a second of pause. You can’t just ask him flat-out in the middle of a shift on one of the busiest nights of the year if he likes you or not. You’re not wired that way.

“That he doesn’t see any issue if you’re not uncomfortable,” you answer instead of telling the truth.

Jeongin’s shoulders seem to relax, but the corners of his mouth turn down.

“Sorry, I really have to run,” you mumble, stepping out of his grasp. “If I don’t, Jihyo’s going to get crushed under all the customers. But I’ll— see you after my shift, okay?”

A spark of interest lights back up in his eyes. It’s quite silly, how happy and relieved it makes you all of a sudden. If, somehow, Jin-Young is right, and infuriatingly he often is, you’d hate to think that it was your comment that upset him. Which is why you allow yourself to tell him “Plus, it does look great on you”.

You do, then, turn on your heels and walk away like a coward before his jaw has even finished dropping.

The rest of the night is a blur, much like the first part. You do remember Jihyo glaring at you when you finally come back — you deserved that — and your legs and splitting headache very much remember that the customers did not let up once, but you don’t think you could give a single order you took that night.

Well, that’s a lie. You served far, far too many Bloody Maries, to the point where you ran out of tomato juice.

Still, your mind had mostly been trying to make sense of the various complicated thoughts that were swirling in your head all night. You had never allowed yourself to linger on the thought of Jeongin for too long. Of course you liked him, there was nothing to dislike about him. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had moments.

New year’s day, the year before, when you’d known him for less than a week and he’d blushed terribly, refusing to meet your eyes, when the two of you found yourself under the mistletoe. Valentine’s Day, when you had covered for him as he was helping one of his friends who was in a crisis with his girlfriend at the time, and he’d gotten you roses the next day as a thank you. They’d come at a discount because it was the day after, he’d promised you.

Then, for your birthday, him and a few of your other colleagues had gotten you a cute necklace that he had told you, very smugly, that he’d picked out himself. He had an eye for these things, because as he tied it around your neck for you, you’d just fallen in love with it. He hadn’t been there for most of the summer though, and you had mostly written off the whole thing. The two of you didn’t see each other outside of work, and sometimes you lost touch with people, when you were a broke college student too busy trying to make ends meet to go out.

He’d come back in September, though, all tan and glowing and, okay, maybe your heart had given a little jump in your chest, but so what? Yes, Jeongin was hot. Big news. Maybe seeing him after two months meant that you weren’t that used to it anymore and that was why it got to you. But the tan had vanished as autumn set in more firmly, and your heart still insisted on doing that silly little thing sometimes when you laid eyes on him, or when he approached the bar with that wide, dimply smile of his.

It’s doing it tonight, as traitorous as ever, when you catch a glimpse of him in the very full room, still completely shirtless. Watching him isn’t helping with your conundrum though. You don’t have time to do it either way, but there are constantly women flirting with him, their whole body leaning towards him, and while you don’t blame them, not for a second, you can’t see what he’d have seen in you when he so clearly has his pick among all of them.

You’re not— you don’t lack confidence in yourself. You get hit on while on the job often enough that there’s no risk of that happening. You just haven’t had that much luck in the heart department. A guy like Jeongin, who’s hot, yes, but is even more importantly such a sweetheart, that’s… kind of unheard of, for you. Then, even if you do accept this premise, which you do very much question, for the record, there’s the fact that you work together, and if things go south, it could mean you would have to quit. You’ve been there before.

That’s if Jeongin even likes you. Jin-Young could have been wrong. You could be neck deep in delusion right now. You could be setting yourself up for the most crushing development of your life, because the more you’re allowing to think about it, the more your heart soars, and the less you can hide the ugly truth of your ridiculous crush on him.

Ugh. You’re going to kill your boss — that’s the most logical way out of this situation.

When you take your leave at 4 am, the bar is still bustling with life. It’ll be open all night, closing shortly before reopening at noon, but that is someone else’s problem. At least you can thank the past you for wearing flats despite the whole ‘dress sexy’ thing, because you’d be dead by now.

Jeongin’s putting a shirt on when you walk into the changing room, something that you find tragic but that’s probably for the best if you’re hoping to have a productive conversation.

“Got more numbers?” you ask, noting the doodling on his arms.

“I had to confiscate some people’s markers,” is what he sighs in reply.

“Maybe I should have gone harder on Jin-Young,” you mumble, anger filling you again at the thought. “But he said it was your idea to wear that, uh, costume, so I didn’t want to interfere, you know?”

Jeongin’s eyes turn into disks and it’s only then that you find yourself giving some credibility to what Jin-Young told you. Find yourself thinking that maybe, maybe?

“He… gave me the idea,” he says, slowly, eyes darting from the floor to the ceiling lights to the door on the other side of the room like he’s going to make a run for it.

“But among others, right?”

You’re doing everything you can to keep your tone light, turning your back towards him as you get your stuff from the locker, hoping that it makes your question sound casual and not like you’re fishing for information. Gosh, now you understand why kids slide across these little ‘do you like me? yes/no’ notes. This feels so silly. You’re a grown-up, you shouldn’t be dancing around the subject like that.

“Yes but that one was… Uh… Really low-effort.”

Right.

“He made it sound like he thought you were wearing it for someone in particular,” you say like you’d comment on the weather as you finish collecting yourself and turn to face him.

He’s still sitting there, frozen like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as saucers, staring, pleading for help. Your heart’s hammering in your chest. One of you is going to have to take the first step, and it’s the vulnerability of that step that terrifies you. You could have gotten it wrong. He could just be scared that you uncovered his crush on Jihyo, or Jeongyeon, or even on Changbin, for all you know.

Still, you’ll take the plunge. You glance at your nails like they’re a fascinating sight.

“I know I told you already, but I thought you looked great.”

He lowers his gaze immediately. It’s still not quick enough to stop you from seeing the wide grin that forms on his lips.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. It’s all… unhelpful. Could mean anything, and you’re all out of courage now. Then he looks up at you through black locks of hair, and you have to strain to hear what he says. “He was right.”

You blink.

“Who was?”

“I did wear it for you. Jin-Young told you, right?”

Regaining the control of your jaw after he just dropped that on you is way harder than it seems.

“Uh, yeah, yeah he did, what—”

“He just can’t keep his mouth shut.” Jeongin clicks his tongue as he gets up from the bench he was on, grabbing his bag as he does so. “But don’t worry about it, I won’t bother you.”

What?

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” he grimaces, looking away once more. “It’s fine if you weren’t, um, into it.”

“No, I— I just told you.” Your mind flashes back to your first exclamation, and you’re not sure how to take it back or explain exactly what was on your mind without stuttering and making a fool out of yourself, again. “It caught me off-guard,” you explain slowly. “But I was very into it.”

Jeongin’s eyes are still wide, but they’re not filled with fear or surprise anymore. He takes a step towards you as you lean against your locker. You pray high and low that this is going where you think it’s going. As he gets closer and the air grows thicker between you, he seems to be searching for something in your expression that would tell him that he’s gotten the wrong idea, that he should step back. He still hasn’t found it by the time his body brushes against yours, and so he takes the next logical step.

His eyes close as he leans towards you, and you’re smiling when his lips meet yours. He kisses you slow and delicate, intent on savoring every second of it. One of his hands gently lifts your chin to get better access to you, the other coming down to grab your waist, and you arch yourself into him without thinking. The moment’s soft and sweet.

Then he gets even closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck, entangling one of your hands in his hair, and it turns a little less sweet. He goes from carefully tasting you to devouring you, pulling away from you briefly catch his breath before diving back in, his hips pushing you against the locker. Shamelessly, you allow one of your hands to come down to feel the muscles of his chest. He grins at that, nipping playfully at your lower lip, but that doesn’t mean you miss the shiver that runs through him then.

He grabs your hand before you get any lower though, and takes ahold of the other one before you can try anything else on that front, and easily pins them both over your head with just one of his. Then he keeps kissing you, long fingers running over your body oh so sinfully, without ever lingering too long. He takes his sweet time exploring you, and it’s only after a particularly suggestive movement of your hips that tears a moan from his lips, that he lets go of you, stepping away with a crimson blush marring his cheekbones.

“Sorry, I, uh, I might have gotten a little carried away.”

There he goes, not meeting your eyes, again, even after he just kissed the hell out of you.

“I was very into it too,” you hear yourself replying, and he chokes at that. You can’t help the brief laughter that spills from your lips. Cute.

“S-so, just so we’re clear, I’m not— I’d love to take you out. On a date.” He’s back again with the pleading look. “It’s not— it’s not just a physical thing.”

“That’s good,” you smile, leaning towards him in a suggestive manner. It’s just too easy to tease him. “I’d really like it if you took me out on a date.”

He frowns.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t ever be able to do my job again and I’ll get fired.”

Again, you laugh. It just comes easy to you when you’re with Jeongin.

“Let’s see if you don’t get tired of me after one date before we start talking about you getting fired, hm?”

“That’s not going to happen,” he says, sounding far more confident than he has about anything else he’s said that whole evening, and wouldn’t you know it, there are butterfly swimming in your stomach now.

“How do you know?”

He leans in for another kiss.

“I just do.”

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Strawberries and Cigarettes (always taste like you)

Title from Troye Sivan

Bucky smoked like a chimney. It didn't matter how many times Sam said they'd figured out it was bad for you. Mostly because Bucky had a super soldier serum that made him think he was invincible. Sam had sat next to him on a Brooklyn balcony one night that they both couldn't sleep and watched Bucky go through an entire carton without coming up for air. He always had a cigarette behind his ear, waiting to be lit. A lighter in his pocket, even during missions. It wasn't like it was to help with anxiety or whatever. The dude was jumpy and jittery even while he was smoking. And Sam had never really seen him jonesing for a smoke break, but he took one every chance he got.

He'd asked Bucky to stop smoking around him because Sam didn't have a super soldier serum to save his lungs, which Bucky was slightly gracious about. Gracious up until the point that Sam slunk over because the smell of the smoke and Bucky's shampoo and his leather jacket was addictive, and then he was all smirks and silent 'I-told-you-so's. It at least put him in the habit of asking before he lit up. It really didn't help that he looked like a modern Marlborough man ad come to life. He was desperately alluring and sexy when he smoked. It was woefully unfair that such a foul hobby was so damn hot.

(Oddly enough, the grace came back on the rare nights that Sam sat beside him and wordlessly held out his hand for a cigarette too.)

Sam didn't condone the habit, but he didn't exactly hide Bucky's cartons from him or give him an ultimatum either. Hell, Bucky's smokes were usually on his grocery list when he knew the guy was going to be around.

"Hey, have you noticed if Buck's low on cigarettes?" Sam asked Sarah while she compiled her own list to send him with.

She turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "Bucky doesn't smoke," she said. "I've never seen him even hold a cigarette."

Sam frowned and thought before making an answer. After four decades, he'd found it was best not to argue with Sarah about something that may have an objective truth to it. He rarely beat her at this game.

True, he had woken up a few weeks ago, last time Bucky had been around, with the glaring thought that Bucky smelled good next to him. Not like smoke, but a clean, fresh smell. He'd chalked it up to him showering the evening before and not getting up throughout the night. And true that Bucky had a fidget in Louisiana that Sam never noticed anywhere else, where he flipped the cap of his lighter continuously or tumbled the lighter through his fingers. But he never actually lit anything with it. And true, he didn't smoke on the boat. And true, he'd never asked Sam where the cheapest cigs around were (a constant hunt in New York).

Bucky didn't smoke down here, Sam realized with a start. And he never smelled like smoke because he had a whole new wardrobe in Sam's house. Sarah had never seen him smoke.

Sam made for the backdoor, grocery list discarded. Sarah called after him, but he didn't quite catch it--something about the zucchini she needed him to remember and also lollipops--and he went out back.

Judging from the way Bucky had an arm around Cass's center, and AJ was rolling on the ground with laughter, and the swing set was still rocking up and down as Bucky held Cass still, Sam had a feeling he'd interrupted an attempt at swinging the swing all the way around the top of the set. Bucky looked much guiltier than either child, but it was Cass who insisted, "We weren't doing anything!"

Sam leveled a stare at him, but he knew these boys were forged under Sarah's gaze and nothing Sam had in his arsenal was going to be half as effective.

"Why don't you two head inside?" Bucky suggested, still looking guilty. "Your Uncle Sam and I were just about to head into town."

The boys grumbled their objections, but it only took them a few steps before they were jostling each other and starting a game of tag that would absolutely get them in trouble inside. Once the door was shut, Sam looked to Bucky again.

"No one was going to get hurt," he insisted sheepishly, wrapping the chain of the swing around one arm to lean his weight against it.

"Can I have a cigarette?" Sam asked without preamble.

Bucky's got-caught frown turned into a confused one. On muscle memory, but with no conviction, he patted his front pocket with his other hand. "I don't have any on me," he admitted with a shrug.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

Bucky flushed prettily, looking away from Sam in embarrassment. "I didn't wanna do it in front of your nephews. Didn't wanna be a bad example. And, when we were staying here, I didn't want to make Sarah's home smell terrible. You know how that smell is. Lingers."

It was more forethought than anyone had put into anything for Sam in a long, long time. Sam hadn't even thought about Bucky smoking around the boys. Bucky didn't usually smoke in front of other people, unless someone was passing by the alley he had stepped into, so Sam hadn't been worried about it. Bucky had never even seen the boys before he'd shown up on his own down here, new clothes, no cigarettes.

"You chew on lollipops instead," he realized as the fondness in his chest bloomed even further out. "I thought you just did that to give the kids an excuse to have some too."

Bucky scuffed his sneaker in the dirt under the swing. "Keeps me distracted enough."

"Buck, you spend so much time down here. More time than you don't. You must hardly smoke anymore."

Bucky's shoulders came up to his ears. It didn't hide the blush on them. "It's worth it. Guess I might've been looking for a good reason to stop."

Sam thought about all the movie moments he'd caught Bucky smoking--the moonlit balcony, a sunset after a fight, digging through files half naked in bed. All those moments he'd had an overwhelming teenage desire to pull Bucky to him and kiss the smoke out of his mouth. But they were all easily overshadowed by images of Bucky acting as a jungle gym for kids, or reading to Cass and AJ before bed, or helping with science experiments and baking days, or swinging Cass all the way around the swing set, ready to catch him if he fell.

Sam crossed the distance between them, pulling Bucky's face to him between the swing chains to kiss him deeply. He tasted like strawberry lollipops. "I like this look better," he decided.

He felt Bucky smile against his lips. "Well maybe you can help keep my mouth busy," he suggested before kissing Sam again.

Yeah, this was definitely better.

Don't smoke, kids.

Bucky absolutely has an old engraved lighter from the war

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing

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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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「 Inside The Black 」

Part 2

☾ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

☾ Summary: Flayed!Billy comes to your house in the middle of the night, confused and trying keep control of his body. If you can't save him, then he at least wants to show you how much he loves you. One last time.

☾ CW: violence, smut, VERY rough sex, angst, crying, P in V, unprotected sex, choking, bits of fluff, constant shifts in emotion.

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

☾ Word Count: 3.6k

☾ A/N: I've been working on this one for a couple days, and it is HEAVY. I'm really happy with how it came out though. ♡ Just uhh... be ready to board the Pain Express 😭

Have you ever drowned in slow-motion?

You can breathe, but barely. Not enough air to fully satisfy your body's needs, but don't get greedy. Breathe too deep, and you will suffocate. Filling your body with the offending pollution that lives and thinks. It even speaks.

I want you to build. Find her. End this. End… everyone.

Billy had one foot in the blue tinted underground, and another in this familiar room. The more his mind became polluted, the less familiar that room felt. The two images flashed back and forth, flickering through each other until that sinking feeling came. The feeling of losing himself. Walking down that barren road in The Upside Down.

"Noo! Let me out, you son of a bitch!!" He screamed into the ambient void. It was useless, but his rage (and fear) still bubbled to the surface. So much that even his living body on the upside felt the turmoil.

Here, in the 'normal' world, his girlfriend was freaking the fuck out. Before all this, it was any boring Tuesday night in Hawkins. You had finished up your shift at the Starcourt Mall, instructing Jazzercise classes. Usually your boyfriend would pick you up after his own shift at the community pool, lingering at the entrance to check out every leotard-clad ass in the room. Typical for him, and harmless. If anything, it meant he was in a good mood. The married mothers would grin and show off when they noticed his gaze, and who could blame them? He was a wet dream in tight denim, dirty blonde hair still fluffed and curly, and a cigarette always either between his lips or pinched between his fingers. The air surrounding him was always heavy with women in heat. Even still, he would only look. His hands, and every other part of him, were strictly reserved for you. His crown jewel. To him, you shined brighter than any of the other chicks around here. Seeing him look at you that way was enough to make your day.

Today wasn't one of those days.

There was no Billy waiting for you to end your class today. Not even a sight of him sitting in his car outside. So, with no other way to get home, you had to swallow your pride and ask Steve of all people to take you home. Oh, Billy's gonna love this. It would serve him right. Although the thought of him regretting standing you up was short amusement, you knew how it would really go. There was still a small hole beside your window (now covered by a mirror) where his fist had landed just an inch or two from your face. He never meant to actually punch you, but he made his point clear with intimidation. If he couldn't entertain the women of Hawkins like he used to, then you'd better return the favor. So, hearing that his unofficial rival had driven you home in his absence, wouldn't go over smoothly.

You sighed, laying back on your bed after a shower and a change of clothes. Steve, despite his single status, made no moves towards you and simply dropped you off. Thank goodness. Still, Billy would never let it slide. The blanket shifted beneath you as you rolled over toward your nightstand and popped in one of the mixtapes he made for you. 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' filled the room with a welcome distraction. I won't work myself up over this. I won't worry about what little whore he might be fucking. I won't call-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The window rattled just enough for you to hear it over the music, drawing you out of your spiraling thoughts. Completely oblivious to the rain that had started to pour down at some point after your shower. Maybe it was just a branch from a nearby tree.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Definitely not a branch. You scooted off of your bed, inching cautiously towards the window. Of all the things to see, you didn't expect your boyfriend to be standing there. Every inch of his clothes appeared to be soaked through from the rain. "You gonna stare at me, or let me in?" He spoke in an irritated tone. Oh great. I get this version of him tonight. The window creaked as you lifted it enough for him to climb through. The moment he was inside, you shut it again as quietly as possible. Regardless of turning eighteen you still lived under your parent's roof. Today was embarrassing enough without having to explain Billy's presence at this hour to your mom and dad.

"Alright, what's the excuse?"

Billy offered no response. Hell, not even eye contact as he stood there dripping all over the carpet. His eyes stayed forward, staring into the mirror on your dresser. Locked in a staring contest with himself through the stringy ringlets of blonde curls hanging down his face.

"Billy? Are you seriously going to ignore me right now?!" You stepped closer, standing on the right side of him. "Billy!" Hot with rage, you raised your hand to shove his shoulder. Billy's hand shot out and gripped your wrist, finally giving you his attention. As his head slowly turned to look in your direction, your blood ran cold.

Those beautiful blue eyes were glossy and filling to the brim with tears. His long lashes fluttered, letting a single tear free to roll down that soft cheek. The skin there was slightly red and puffy. Seeing him brought to tears was rare, and the sight was both heartbreaking and beautiful beyond belief. Something was off… The expression on the rest of his face was stone, if not a bit strained. Only his eyes were crying out to you.

"B-Billy…?"

On the other side. The Upside Down, echoed with the distant sound of your voice. Repeating his name with growing concern. If only you could hear his screaming, trying to call back out to you over the thundering storm in the distant nowhere. Over the Mind Flayer's orders, telling him to take you back 'home'. To make you one with him.

You know you can't fight me for long…

Make her one of us. Then you'll never be separated again…

"No…" Billy managed a whisper, blinking more tears out of his eyes. "Leave me.."

"You're the one who came here. Clearly you need- I dunno, something. If you just need to cry, that's okay." The grip he held on your wrist was painfully tight, but you didn't try to pull away. Whatever nonsense argument you two might've gotten into was irrelevant now (at least until tomorrow). Something wasn't right… As you looked into his eyes again you could've swore you saw his pupils expanding. Almost swallowing his eyes in black.

Internally, he paced. Fighting to keep his composure. If there was any time for him to think straight, he needed it now more than ever. Your voice echoed again, louder this time. "Just tell me what's wrong, please. You know I won't judge you. Remember when you first told me about your dad?" Just as the words reached his ears, the area around him shifted and morphed into someplace more familiar. The bedroom his physical body was standing in now. Hazy visions of the two of you flickered in his memory, seeing himself crumpled in your arms. You held him, planting kisses in his hair and letting him get it all out. It was clearing up the more you spoke about it.

The black in his eyes shrunk back to normal, bringing his consciousness to the surface. His lips curled into a weak smile. "I remember." There was no telling how long it would last, but a trip down memory lane seemed like some sort of temporary cure. "That was also the night we first, uhh-"

"Pfft, of course that's what you'd remember. The sex."

The beast rattled in the back of his mind, threatening to take control again. So, Billy loosened his grip on your wrist and brought it to his lips. "Tell me more about it." He spoke through sensual kisses placed first on your wrist, then up your arm until he reached your shoulder. The first kiss alone had goosebumps raising all over your body. After all the violent urges the Mind Flayer had been feeding him, being gentle reminded him that for now he had control. "Tell me the story."

This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. You thought, but it was better than arguing. Billy continued lavishing your body with kisses, hooking his finger under the strap of your top and guiding it down your shoulder. "Well, uh, you came here after getting into a fight with your dad. I comforted you.. and then we…"

"We kissed." Just as he finished your sentence, he pressed his lips against yours. His body wasn't giving off as much heat as usual, but his lips were still soft. It always brought a fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even after all this time together. Molding together in rhythm until he was consuming your quiet moans.

Bring her to me.

The corners of Billy's vision began to blur again, so he closed his eyes altogether. Not yet, not again. Aggression bled into the affectionate and passionate swirl that was shielding his mind. The innocent kiss deepened as Billy grunted and dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your thighs. A little bit of pain was a turn-on for you. It made you gasp and welcome his probing tongue to explore your mouth. You didn't know the pain was a sign that his control was slipping.

"Keep going." The whispered plea slipped through Billy's lips as he broke your kiss to rest his forehead against yours. His jaw was tightening, and he gritted his teeth. "Please."

"You said you'd try to be gentle with me."

A gravely purr rumbled from the base of his throat. "I can't promise you I'll be gentle this time around, baby."

You chewed on the corner of your bottom lip, feeling the gradual shift in his advances. What started as tender and heartfelt affection was transforming into something rougher and more sinister than you expected. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. Billy was rarely the type to 'make love' when you slept together. More often than not, his love was violent. It left bruises on your backside, and even on your hips where he would grip your love handles and steer you down forcefully onto his cock. In the beginning of your relationship it used to offend you. Now not only have you understood that he expresses himself through aggression, but you've actually started to enjoy it. "Then don't be. Maybe I want you to break me."

"You don't know…what you're getting yourself into."

Was his voice always that deep? The little details didn't matter to you at that moment. Your boyfriend was struggling with something. With shaking hands, you tucked your fingers under the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. Since you were heading to bed (before Billy showed up) there was no bra restricting your breasts. The spaghetti strapped top was tossed into the corner of the room, but Billy's eyes stayed on your exposed chest.

He was on you in the blink of an eye, roughly molding your breasts in his hands. His left hand raised one of your breasts up to his lips, so he could flick and circle your nipple with his tongue. So eager in his movements, it felt like he was holding himself back from completely devouring you. The sensation made you gasp and whimper. Back and forth, he switched between each nipple. Suckling until they were both engorged and painfully sensitive. Even when you winced and dug your fingertips into his bicep, he didn't let up or slow down. Your body was at his mercy. To be played with and used as he saw fit.

"I don't wanna hurt you, but-" This man was on an unstoppable mission to expose as much of your skin as possible. His hand grabbed at the lacey waistband of your panties and yanked it out away from your hip, stretching the material until it ripped with a loud snap. "I need to feel you. All of you." Billy pulled the remains of your undergarment swiftly off your legs and tossed them aside. Your heart pounded in your chest. He's been rough with you, yes, but this was a new level.

Whatever stuffed animals rested on your bed found a new resting place on the floor, bounced off the mattress by your back being slammed down onto it. He didn't rush to climb up and cover you with his broad-shouldered shadow. Instead, he stood at the foot of your bed just taking in the sight of you. They both were. Where Billy saw the woman he loved, wet and riled up… the Mind Flayer saw delicate, supple flesh to add to his collection.

He moved in ways that were unfamiliar to you. Maybe even a little scary. The way his arms bent and extended when he finally climbed onto the bed. Like a spider on its web. A really fucking big one. His pants and boxers were left in a suspiciously neat pile beside your bed. Who is this man??

"I love you, Billy." You rested your palm on his cheek, cupping his face. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into it, for the first time whispering back the words you never rushed him into saying. "I love you too." Pushing himself into your slit as he does.

His eyes were still glossy, making the blue in them twinkle like stars in the sky. For the first few pumps of his hips he eased his way in and out of you at a slow pace. Rolling his hips like those beach waves he spoke about. It had your pussy drooling every time he bottomed out. The adjustment to his girth made you wince and shut your eyes, only to feel his hand grasp your chin.

"Keep your eyes on me."

So you did just that. Giving him your unfiltered emotion, and he swallowed it up. Keeping eye contact as he picked up the pace. Billy didn't want to miss a second, or forget a single detail of what might be his last night with you. As himself, at least. Or perhaps…even the last time you were yourself.

No. No no.. That is not an option.

Your head was swimming, all warmth and pleasure wrapping you up in ways only he could fulfill. Your nails dragged a repeated trail from his shoulder down his back, using him to keep you anchored and sane. He would fuck you crazy. Thrusting into you with increased force that shook the whole bed frame. "Billy, oh my GOD!" You whined, twisted up inside, and hungry for that release. "Please, I need it. I'm sooo close."

"Not yet, Y/N." He only broke eye contact momentarily, to dive his lips into a bruising kiss. Teeth taking your bottom lip between them and biting down until you moaned. He released it, smoothing over the skin with his tongue and looked at you again. "I want you to remember this, baby. Promise me."

It was hard to comprehend what he meant in your fucked out little mind, but you kept feeling something. Warning bells in the back of your mind. "What's all this about?"

Billy groaned, ignoring your question and pulling out of you. You made a small noise of complaint and hoped you didn't scare him off with that question. He stood, walking to the foot of the bed and straight up dragged you by your ankles until your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, hips and ass just barely on the mattress. His forearms hooked under your knees and lifted your legs till they rested on his shoulders.

Oh okay. So he's trying to kill you. That's great. The two of you have only fucked in this position one time before, and your walls were left in shambles. Billy leaned forward, planting his hands just above your head and folding you like a blanket. Ringlets of blonde tickling your nose. A little giggle came out of you, and you saw the ghost of a smile come and go from his lips.

That would be the last time you ever saw him smile at you.

His hard cock pressed into you again, pushing its way through you like a bullet. The position angled him head on to that one spot that drove you insane. Evident from the way you cried out his name when he reached it. His own moans mixed in, deep and rasped while he pounded your fleshy mound ruthlessly. The beast within him made a stir, not at all pleased with the heat and friction. Billy's time was running out.

"Remember me, Y/N. Tell me who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to." His voice stood somewhere between a command and a plea, demanding and desperate all at the same time. "God Y/N, say it before I fucking explode!"

Billy's hips went into hyperdrive as if he could push the answers out of you with sheer force. "You, Billy! I belong to you!" It's always been you. Wet droplets landed on your cheeks from above you. Those gorgeous eyes, spilling over as he mumbled a string of words you couldn't fully catch. Something along the lines of 'I'm so sorry' and 'I love you' repeated through a soft sob. It pulled at your heartstrings, heightening the overwhelming emotion building in your core. Soon your eyes were tearing too, sobbing in unison as you came undone. Your velvet walls clenched around him, pulling his own release forward. He didn't stop. His lips captured every sob and whimper, fucking his cum into you until he went soft. By now your body was shaking, fully in tears.

The two of you stayed there, forehead to forehead, crying silently. It all felt so final. Like he wanted to leave his mark one last time. Although you loved the passion of it all - I mean, he finally told you he loved you - you didn't like that it felt like an ending.

"Are you breaking up with me…?" The words came out so soft, you kind of hoped he wouldn't hear them. You hoped it wasn't true.

He wiped your tears, and some of his own, away from your cheeks. His other hand felt around for something out of the line of your sight. Probably something in his pants pocket. You didn't pay it much mind.

"No, sweetheart, no."

Who…the fuck…was that? The voice came out of your boyfriend's mouth, and it even sounded like him to an extent. But it was deeper than usual. Menacing with a sickly sweet cover-up.

The hand that wiped your tears returned to the mattress, supporting his weight and caging you in. He pushed his body up enough for you to see his eyes again, still bloodshot. "I'll never have to leave you again, once you join us."

There was an odd shifting sound that you couldn't quite place coming from the side of your bed. His free hand raised up, holding a silver necklace he bought you for your birthday last year. It was your most prized piece of jewelry simply because it came from him. A heart with a 'B' in the center of it, because of course he had to brand you with his initials. Show the world that you were his girl, and you wore it proudly. When you weren't wearing it you kept it in a jewelry box under your bed, so your thieving father couldn't pawn it for gambling money.

Billy brought his knees up onto the bed, straddling your torso. You wanted to get away, maybe even scream but you were so frozen with fear and confusion. He held the necklace in his hands, fiddling with the clasp until it opened. The necklace sparkled, shiny and polished, and perfect for what he had in mind.

There was a moment of peace. A seemingly tender touch as Billy bent forward to nuzzle your cheek with his own, just barely pressing his lips to your ear. Peace that was shattered when he spoke those final words.

"Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon…"

He spread the necklace out to its full width and brought it down across your throat, pressing his fists into the bed beneath you. The silver chain bit into your throat, cutting off your air supply. No amount of kicking your legs in desperation, or trying to claw at him seemed to do anything. He was unphased. Focused on one thing only.

The room blurred, spinning as you strained and choked out his name. You called for him, hoping to get through to the man who once occupied the body above you. He was already tucked away. A prisoner forced to watch you turn blue in the face until you had no power left in you to struggle. He pulled back then, not aiming to kill you. Only suffocate you just enough for you to black out.

With the last bit of motivation you could gather, you reached for his face. Your hazy vision focuses just enough for you to see a single fresh tear fall from his eye. You never got to wipe it away. The corners of your vision blackened and tunneled in. Shutting you out into your subconscious, where you could be with him…always.

☾ A/N: Well, I'm gonna ball up and cry now 😭. Honestly, writing this made me so emotional, I'm probably gonna write a part 2 where they get saved somehow. If anyone wants it. Comments and requests are always welcome and appreciated ♡

Ao3, Masterlist ☆

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove angst #stranger things smut #stranger things angst

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issdisgrace · 4 months

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MY 2023 RECAP THING

Hello everyone, I've come to you all to look back at some of my posts from this year. I will go over which fics and/or headcanons currently have the most upvotes by the month that I posted them in. I will also be sharing some fics/headcanons I think deserve more love and fics/headcanons of my mine are my personal favorites. Then I will shout out a couple of people before giving my final thoughts. Hope you all enjoy this and have a good new year.

Starting in January, I posted 3 fics and 3 headcanons. But there can only be top three and those are 141 & Los Vaqueros getting saved after shit fell on them winning with 1061 upvotes, Lingerie cod men would wear on their honeymoon with 951 upvotes, and Racoon look alike with 639 upvotes.

Now on to Febuary. I posted 6 fics and 4 headcanons. And the top three are Cod men with a s/o that age regresses with 576 upvotes, For your fucking information with 552 upvotes, and Good boy at 503 upvotes.

Next up is March. I posted 2 fics and 2 headcanons in this month. The top three being 141 meeting Price's heavily tattooed & piericed s/o with 844 upvotes. Young dumb and in love with 372 upvotes, and Jason Vorhees with a tall dom s/o with 304 upvotes.

In April I only posted 1 fic and 1 headcanon. Meaning there is only top two those being 141 & Los Vaqueros reactions to you giving them a random gift with 872 upvotes and Rock and roll legend with 706 upvotes.

Similair to May I only posted 1 headcanon in May. So we only have a top one which is Diego Hargreeves NSFW headcanons with 124 upvotes.

Then in June I posted 3 fics and 1 headcanon. And our top three are Bite with 835 upvotes, Sexy army uniform with 555 upvotes, and Laundry day at 305 upvotes.

Next in the month of July, I posted 1 fic and 3 headcanons. The top three being Fucking Wesker, Leo, and Carlos in their office at 211 upvotes, Sleep aid with 76 upvotes, and Lingerie I think Jamie Tartt would wear at 20 upvotes.

Now in August I posted 1 fic and 4 headcanons. But our top three are Random SFW & NSFW Slasher hcs with 509 upvotes, 4 times Mr. Handsy struck with 303 upvotes, and 141 & Los Vaqueros with a chubby bf with 223 upvotes.

Then in September I posted 3 fics and 1 headcanon. But out of these 4 the top three are 141's Hitman "friend" with 330 upvotes, 141 with a s/o that smokes Mary Jane with 324 upvotes, and After a long day with 113 upvotes.

Next in October I posted 7 fics and 5 headcanons. However the top three are, Slashers with a s/o that uses humor to cope with 273 upvotes, Stress relief with 262 upvotes, and You sure about this with 250 upvotes.

Now coming close to the end of the year in November I posted 4 fics and 8 headcanons. The top three out of these being, Cod men with a s/o that is a good cook with 578 upvotes, The bar with 323 upvotes, and The lovey couple with 76 upvotes.

But now last but not least in December I posted 4 fics and 4 headcanons. But our top three are Love languages Matt Murdock and Frank Castle like giving and receiving with 127 upvotes, The start of Billy and his metal head bf relationship with 116, and Ghost comforting his trans bf with 109 upvotes.

I posted a total of 35 fics and 37 headcanonst this year which is crazy now to put in perspective. Thank you guys for all the love and support that kept me going and posting.

Here's some fics and headcanons I think deserve more love; Lingeire I think Kayce, Jamie, and Rip would wear, MJF with a non binary s/o, Lingerie I think Darby Allin, Jon Moxley, and The Young Bucks would wear, Jey Uso kinks, Being enemies to lovers with Carmy Berzatto, Lingerie I think Roy Kent would wear,

Now we are onto my favorite fics and headcanons that I wrote this year.

For fics I would have to say my favorites are Good boy, You sure about this, Alleyway blowjob, Duality, and Stress Relief.

And for my favorite headcanons I have to say 141 & Los Vaqueros reactions to you giving them a random gift, Random SFW & NSFW Slasher hcs, 4 times Mr Handsy struck, and Matt and Nick Jackson age regressing hcs.

We are now at shoutout portion and almost at the very end of this recap thing of mine. It is now time to give roses to some very lovely people that I can’t recommend enough. So starting off I want to shoutout some of my mutals, @yourfaveprettyboy, @marksbear, @b0g-b0y, @guardkeywolf, @electricsunshine, @yanderestarangel, @miguel-owhora, @bonesnmore, @gazmialmagemela and @transi1vanianhunger. And I also want to shoutout @rodolfoparras, @lieutnt, and @gatorbites-imagines. Please go check all these guys out and show them tons of love and support as they all deserve it. Also please be respectful and follow their blog rules.

Now we are at the bottom of this recap thing. I can’t say thank you enough to all you guys for continuing to read and interact with my work. I appreciate all of you and like I have said in the past when I started writing here on tumblr I never thought I would get this far and look now I have a over 2,000 followers and a whole slew of mutuals. So from the bottom of my heart thank you guys. I hope you will all join me in 2024.

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krystalskeleton · 1 year

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1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy

Music

"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.

"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."

Food

"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.

But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "

Drink

"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."

Hate

"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."

Rock 'N' Roll

"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)

" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.

" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."

Drugs

"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."

Sex

"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."

Love

"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!

"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."

Work

" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.

" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.

"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."

Photo © Paul Jendrasiak, 1993

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resi4skz · 2 months

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Finally deciding to post my oneshots I've written. I'm still new to writing so be patient, please.

Pairing: next door neighbor Chris x YNreader

Title: The Next Door Neighbor

It was a peaceful day. You cleaned your apartment, took out the trash and even pampered yourself. And since it was your day off, you didn't have anywhere to go so this was the perfect opportunity for you. You scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom floors, vaccummed, cleaned the kitchen and the fridge. By 2pm, your whole apartment was clean and shiny.

Now all was left to do was laundry. As you started the first load, you hear the music starting. "Oh, for fuck sake," you curse, rubbing your nose bridge. "Not again."

Your next door neighbor, albeit new, he would play music everyday, to the point where it disturbed your sleep. The music was mostly pop and rock. You didn't mind it for the first few days when he moved but now, it was starting to get on your nerves. The music volume raises a bit and you've had it. This ends now.

Marching your way out your apartment, you bang on the door next to yours. After a beat, the door swings open revealing the man you saw a week ago. Shirtless. Holy....the abs were defined, the arms. Oh the arms. You snap your head at the very man himself. "Can you please turn the music down?"

He surverys you from toe to head before the corner of his lips turn up. He's smirking? What the fuck? "Well, since you asked nicely," he turns and shouts. "Alexa, turn the volume to 15."

You hear the Alexa turning down the volume. He turns back and says, "There. That should do it."

"Thank you," you replied.

But as you turn around, you see your ex walking towards me. You groan internally. "Joe, what are you doing here?"

"Y/N, I wanted to talk," he says.

You roll my eyes and step towards your apartment but Joe blocks the way. "Y/N, please."

"No," you replied firmly. "Now move."

"Why? Am I not good enough?"

"Oh save it," you snapped. "I don't need to hear this, especially from you." You take a step and he suddenly grabs your arm.

"I'm here to talk. So let's talk."

"Joe, let go!" You wriggle your arm but he doesn't budge.

And you forgot mention that this is all happeneing in front of your neighbour. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be like the old times."

"Let her go."

You and Joe freeze and turn to see your neighbor. "This doesn't concern you," Joe states.

Your neighbor grabs Joe's arm and pries it off your arm. "It does when she's my girlfriend."

Your eyes widen, blinking at your neighbor. Since when? Is what you want to ask. "Girlfriend?" Joe asks.

"Yes."

You could only stare at your neighbor.

"Is this true, Y/N?" Joe asked again but was now looking at you. Anger and sadness in his eyes.

Your neighbor turns and looks down at you, almost saying to play along. You intertwine your hand with your neighbor's, loving the way his warm hand fits yours. "Yes."

"I don't believe you," Joe says.

"Hey, now. We just told yo-"

You cut your neighbor's words short by cupling his face, going on your tiptoes and crashing your lips to his. You caught him by surprise but god, his lips felt like heaven. But as he opens his mouth, you forget about everything around you. Your mind was going through so many emotions.

Your heard Joe's footsteps walk away. You snap out of your thoughts and push your neighbor away. Running into your apartment, you close the door and slide down on the floor, breathing heavy. You touch your lips. That kiss......

An hour later, the music turns up again as you were trying to read a book.

This time, you knock on his door. And when it opens this time, he's wearing all black. You had to take a second to collect yourself. "The music?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah."

"No can't do, something is wrong with Alexa."

"Oh?" You say, your hands itching to fix something.

But you'd rather take that black sweats off. "Would it be too much to ask if I could fix it?"

He steps aside, an invitation to come inside. You walk inside and could feel his stare on your ass. You had a nice ass. You worked for it every day in the gym. "It's in the kitchen."

You make a beeline for the kitchen, catching a glimpse of his room on the way. You spot the alexa and immediately unplug it before plugging it back in. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Juice? Water?"

"Water is fine, thanks," you replied.

As Alexa rebooted, he places the glass of water in front of you. "Thank you," you say and take big sip. "I think it should be fixed now."

"Alexa, play Lego House by Ed Sheeran at volume 10." Alexa plays the song at a vey low volume

"I never got to ask your name," he asks. "I'm Chris, by the way."

The accent was doing things to your brain. You were a sucker for accents and Australian was your number 1. "Oh, it's Y/N."

"Y/N," he says your name. Now THAT was music to your ears. "Say, that was some kiss back there."

"Oh," you nervously laugh. "Sorry about that. Joe, my ex, will probably leave me alone now."

"Seems like it too," he replied and walks towards you till he's an arms lenght away from you. "Because if you were my girl, I wouldn't even consider having you as my ex."

Your cheeks warm. He smirks. "But I'm not?"

"Pity," he tsked.

You gaped at him, rubbing your thighs because you were very uncomfortable. Your brain only wanted one thing now. A release. But he was your neighbor! Whom you just met!

A very hot and sexy neighbor. You clear your throat. "I'd better go." You walk out of his apartment and go back to yours, ready for bed.

But sleep doesn't come. You toss and turn, trying your best to fall asleep. But you were too aroused at this point to sleep. Watching a movie didn't help. You glance at the wall you shared with Chris and groan. Why did you have to kiss him? And why did he kiss you back?

Frustrated, you march to his door again. As you go to knock, the door swings open. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

You look at him, wearing grey sweats, black curly hair on display and shirtless. That was all you need for the gears to turn in your head. You step inside, cup his face and bring him down on your lips. He moans at the contact as his hands snake around your waist.

You were now flushed against him as his hand curl around the underside of your hips, pusbing up making you jump on him. With his mouth still on yours, he leads you both to his room, shutting the door with his door.

People say you should be nice to your neighbors. Well, in this case, he was nice to you. Inside and out, making you scream his name which echoed throughout his apartment.

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dxliqhted · 1 year

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♡ . ONE,

of lovesick! a xiao x cupid!reader

fatui, with fatui? an office romance perhaps...those were exciting. tense, and most importantly romantic, which was the main and only goal. she drew her arrow, the heart shaped point directly pointing at the two who laughed along with their conversation on the crimson red bridge. she drew a slow breath,

just a bit closer...steady...

"what on earth are you doing?"

she jumped, her bow instead heading straight down into the large tree below the cliff, "xiao." she bit, her shoulders slumping as she turned back to see him with vexation,"i thought i told you to give me at least a warning when you came by. maybe a break of a branch or at least a formal hello?" she narrowed her eyes at him, while he did the same, "why are you aiming arrows now, i thought you worked with potions."

she smiled at his words, turning back to the city while pulling another arrow from the pouch on her side, and lining it against the bow just to show off, "cool right? i believe this is easier than sneaking potions around. besides it saves me less trips to the mellelith headquarters for possible drugging." she shrugged, the man stayed silent the same silence was becoming unbearable once even the wind began to talk in it's fresh breezes, "so...how's the fighting coming along. i swear i saw a spinning hurlichurl a mile back, seemed pretty dangerous..." she tightened her lips, "i know what you're up to."

here we go again, "and what that might be adeptus? i've been dying to hear another of your thrilling theories." she placed her bow down onto her lap, her attention turning towards the stern man, his hands crossing over his chest once his spear was neatly placed behind his back, "you paint me as a fool."

"perhaps because that is how you sound. a mere fool." she smiled, "xiao-"

"adeptus." he grunted, interrupting her for his silly title, she couldn't help how her smile grew more, "oh, i thought we were past formalities?"

"we'll never be past acquaintances,"

"but you soo love to talk to me, or so it seems.." he furrowed his brows further than they once were, a short scoff at the word 'love'.

then she gasped, "are you still mad about the match i set you up with?" he rolled his eyes and turned away but it was far too late to wall away now, her interest was far from piqued, "she was lovely!" the cupid argued, not that it mattered, she might as well be arguing with a wall. "she makes amazing almond tofu," [ name ] teased, hoping the adeptus would at least twitch of emotion, but alas, nothing.

he pulled his spear from behind his back and continued his walk choosing to ignore her although she persisted, "she's your perfect match,"

"adeptus, do not fall in love. we fight." he suddenly stopped, "and would you occupy yourself with better things other than pushing a silly emotion onto people against their own freewill."

"it's not against their wills. i'm simply just enhancing it." she stopped with a growing smile, "you don't even know the first thing about love."

"i know it's something people can do on their own, without your meddling." his voice rose higher, still as hoarse as ever, and the way he spoke of something not even he has experienced, utterly irritating, "you are so naive." her smile still on her lips, out of pure amusement of the situation, "i don't even know why i try to talk to you. you're impossible." she huffed, turning to march off and away from this, oh so great adeptus.

"i could say the same to you," he murmured, and that ticked her, but nonetheless she continued her march, "then avoid talking to me again," she bit out, before following the path to her special rock.

the one placed right on the cliff that looked down on liyue harbor, the same one guizhong helped he place in a late date,

when she was still around, and before...her passing.

she reached for her pouch for an arrow, seeing the two fatui leaning ever more closer than before, but nothing filled her grasp.

no,

she looked down to see the empty patch only contain a single qingxin flower,

a flower?

the cupid's eyes lidded, "who left you here,"

no one but the adeptus came by but surely a soulless man like him wouldn't be capable of such, that would be ridiculous to believe.

perhaps it was the wind, it was possible, the mountains were high. yes, surely it was.

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okita okita okita moaning in your ear while rocking his hips deep into yours :( sougo & the look of evil on his face while mocking your cute little whines, while laughing when you get real impatient and real mean ab his your dick <333

this is another ask i've been saving <33 i love u sem and you're probably like my only (?) gintama moot😭 if there are more of you out there please come forward i'm begging you. also i'm sorry this ask is so late sdkfjhsdkj i'm clearing out my inbox buttt yes !! ur brain is so big and beautiful babe for this thought ;(( used my pink dividers just for this

okita is so fucking mean to you. i mean you knew that getting into a relationship with him but damn, it's times like these when he was balls deep, nestled so far up your cunt that it really processed how rude he comes off, whether he means to be or not. but still, you can't really help the involuntary clenching of your pussy around his cock when he chuckles laughs derisively against the shell of your ear :(( you're back at his place-- his nice comfy apartment you always find yourself lounging at on your off days and on weekends-- and he's practically fucking you in the mattress. he's fucking you good and he knows it. damn cute bastard is what he is.

your back is against his lush pillows and sheets, now both legs dangling lifelessly off his shoulders, one of okita's arms was gripping the headboard for support, and the other would gracefully switch between your pulsating clit and having a hand on your throat. the purpose of his palm on your neck is to make you look at him when your eyes start to flutter backwards into your skull. he got a serious kick out of practically seeing all thoughts except for him leave your brain, and the way you squeezed around him just right whenever he would lightly choke you; he nearly came at least three times because you just feel so good and you're so beautiful, and all his. he got such a kick out of all of this that a mocking laugh escaped his pretty lips, his deep crimson irises darkened a shade but still seemed to sparkle with sadistic mirth from seeing you underneath him like this. "awwww baby, feels good? looks like you're enjoying yourself a little too much. here, let me help you out a little..."

and then he'd slow down. the bastard purposefully slowed down his thrusts to a lackadaisical roll of his hips against yours. he can feel your slick and cum (from when he sat you on his face) squelch and splatter against his pelvis and thighs whenever he slowly, but with rough precision, rocked against you. okita would throw his head back and curse, "fuck...you're so fucking t...tight, princess."

"goddammit! fuck, sou' p-please, please speed up! d-don't be so mean....i hate you." you huffed out a cry as you grinded your own hips back into him, trying to build up a rhythm and pleasure yourself. you didn't actually hate him and he knew that, you were just a little upset and emotional

okita's wine red eyes rolled back down to gaze at you trying to fuck yourself on his cock. a sinful smirk pulled at his lips as he watched you try to get yourself off. "'don't be s-so mean, sou'!' look at you, being so nice and doin' all the work for me. aren't you the sweetest thing?" your boyfriend's voice ascended a few pitches in an attempt to mock you. at this point, he damn near stopped moving completely, only giving you a few shallow rolls every now and then. he looked so....almost evil above you. but he was still devilishly handsome.

a pout immediately morphed onto your pretty, glossy lips and tears began to well up in your eyes, feeling frustrated he was teasing you yet again, especially when he was making you feel so good and you were so close to cumming. then without warning he leaned close enough so that his pale brown hair brushed against your face, then surprised you with a peck on your pouty lips. "you are just so fucking cute. relax baby, okay? i got you."

suddenly, he drew his hips back enough, until his pink tip nearly kissed your folds, and plunged all the way back to where he was before all at once, causing your back to arch into him like a cat. both of your moans were loud, choked out and desperate. the both of you felt heavenly encased in each other like this, neither of you wanting this moment to end. from that point on, okita got a little more serious, and fucked you like he loved you (cause he did, obviously) <3

yea....yeah i think ima add gintama to my misc masterlist cause rfdkhdkjd i think i kinda like this one

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Light Me Up by The Pretty Reckless (Part II)

GOIN' DOWN

I don't wanna bother you.

I've got a sin to confess.

I'm just (AGE), if you know what I mean.

Do you mind if I take off my dress?

Let me get to the good parts.

Might wanna cross up your legs.

I've got envy, I've got greed, anything that you need.

I'm not above having to beg.

There was this boy who tore my heart in two.

I had to lay him eight feet underground.

All I need is someone to save me

I am goin' down.

There is just one other thing.

I have a simple request.

Could you give him a nod in my direction?

I would be in your debt.

Perhaps there is something that we could work out?

I noticed your breathing is starting to change.

We could go in the back.

I didn't wanna do it.

I caught him with another woman in the bed I made him.

I put him in a grave.

Now there's no one left around to get me off when I want.

Now I'm on the run.

Why did I have to go and kill him when he was the best I'd ever had?

NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

It's such a long time.

In a heartbeat, I would do it all again.

I try real hard but I can't forget.

Now I see that you and me were never meant to be,

I'm lost somewhere.

I've got nothin' left to lose.

Jesus and rock 'n' roll couldn't save my immoral soul,

Callin' out sins just to pass the time.

My life goes by in the blink of an eye.

I know you want me.

I was only looking for a friend.

Everything that I was and everything that I've become just falls into the end.

YOU

You don't want me like I want you.

You don't need me like I need you.

I want you in my life.

I need you in my life.

You can't see me like I see you.

I can't have you like you have me.

You can't feel me like I feel you.

I can't steal you like you stole me.

FACTORY GIRL

Won't you pardon me?

I can make my whole world in a backseat.

Could someone save me?

Save me from what I'm on

Wait a minute.

Can you show me to the party?

Just let me in through the backdoor.

Just let me in.

It's gonna be a real good time.

I'm waitin' for my man on Hollywood and Vine.

Gettin' done in the L.A. Sun.

I'm on New York time.

Take a look at those red lights.

I'll show you something if you show me a good time.

I'll let you in through the backdoor.

Here she comes.

She's comin' around again.

Hey, can you let a couple of my friends in too?

FAR FROM NEVER

I know I fucked up this time.

Just give me one more try.

I know you've made up your mind.

Leave me here behind you

All the things you said made it harder to breathe.

You wouldn't save me, but you blame me.

The fire just died.

It's gone forever.

The chance to live our lives, it's gone forever.

So far from never,

I know I messed with your mind.

I know I wasted all your precious time.

No one will never let you down.

You said you'd never let me down.

EVERYBODY WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME

Take a piece of my life.

Take a piece of my soul.

Take a piece of my face so I can never grow old.

Take a piece of my heart.

Take a piece of my brain so I can never be smart.

Everybody wants to see me down.

Everybody wants something from me.

Take a drink of my drink.

Take a drag on my drag

Take a shot of the good and take a pill for the bad.

Take your momma's advice so you can do what is right.

Take a knife to the bed and take a gun to the fight.

Come on and make me.

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lisacomeuseucu · 4 months

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Curses Ending

• Fear Street . 1978 - "I swear, if I could I would change their story, I would try to make them live" That's what she told herself.

I honestly thought this chapter would be shorter, there would be so many different things that I decided to change to make it shorter. Anyway, I apologize for any spelling errors. :)

I hate what I've become, the nightmare has just begun. I've been walking in this forest for about a few minutes, I don't know for sure, I lost track of time. My clothes got more torn because of the tree branches getting stuck but that doesn't matter what really makes me relieved is the fact that I didn't find any Shadyside in the forest, rather none of the children, I hope I don't find one in the end . I managed to make myself run as much as I could when I was conscious but now the only thing I can have some control over is my speech. I thought of a perfect way to attack Nick, he got dirty with the blood of several victims and that made Tommy hit him in the leg, unfortunately I already know that I will have to sacrifice children to be able to save others, that's not fair, that makes me sad. Looking around me I see that the trees are now less crowded which means I'm getting closer to the camp. Tommy. Cindy. Alice. Get out of this damn caverns as quickly as possible and kill me before it's you. Just a small sacrifice. I feel my left foot hit something making me almost fall, I balance myself again and look at the ground. It's a stupid rock. I ignore it, I start walking again but feeling a little pain from the crash, great, not ironically that's great, making it difficult for my body can help them gain more time! I can see a little of the camp here, that's terrible. Oh shit, shit! This is the cabin where Jeremy stays!! No no!! For the love of God, turn in another direction! This damn body that I can't control, please Jeremy, don't you be there, don't arrest those kids from Sunnyvale, please just confirm these lies for me! I'm getting closer and closer to the cabin and through the window I can see that Jeremy has spotted the other lake group from outside his cabin, I might be competent enough to kill this group, right? Jeremy kicks the door open and looks around just looking for someone when the boys come out of the dark throwing eggs calling him a nerd and quickly they enter the cabin saving the rest of their prisoner team, poor Jeremy tries to make them listen. — " Hey! That's not fair! No!! Hey Hey!! Dude.. " He swings his arms and wipes his egg-stained face and glasses, without me realizing I'm in front of the cabin and Jeremy is turning back, when he turns around he sees me, all bloody and dirty with branches and dirt, I feel my eyes filling with tears. — " Y/n? " He calls me confused. Stay away from me, the beast is ugly. I enter the hut holding the ax firmly and quickly attack it in the face, giving several blows. Jeremy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!! You're a good boy, you didn't deserve to be going through this! You didn't deserve to die at the hands of someone you had your first crush on, for someone who always praised and supported you,I'm sorry for making you go through all this suffering of death, first you feel pain and then emptiness, right? I gave it as it is, this is too painful for a simple little boy. Seeing the final state of the body, no, this is no longer a body. I sliced this boy into pieces, scratched his arms, opened his chest, disfigured his face and tore off his head, I can see a bit of his brain because of the entrances and I see his bones all broken. I feel my stomach turn at this sight, a tear falls from my eyes and rolls down my face, I leave the cabin and return to my search. You deserved to live, Jeremy. I feel the anger and I just can't hold it back.

Even though I'm far from the place I can hear the screams of the crowd of people who gathered just to discover the body, I try not to look back so I don't have to deal with this scene but I can hear Nick ordering everyone to go to the cafeteria, just hearing his voice I wanted for a moment to turn around, but I'm not stupid, not at that level. As I'm walking a quick view of all the Shadyside killers, all the deaths they cause and lastly was me, killing Arnie. I catch the breath I lost for a moment, Alice must have touched that disgusting pile of meat, I'm sorry you saw that. Alice, just please don't hate me. I hear Gary knocking on the sign trying to get everyone's attention at the camp, he also shouts, Nick must now be counting the number of people, wait, Joan and Kurt. Joan, you idiot, if I find you and you had sex with Kurt, I will kill you! Not in the literal sense, but unfortunately I will. I see Kurt's cottage and his window is open which gave me a vision of Joan, well, I can even hear her moaning from afar, she is wearing a blue blouse and lit a joint in the few seconds she was forced to put it out because of Kurt, I enter the chalet without the two of them hearing but I leave the door half open and then I see Joan walking past me realizing that someone had entered her partner's room. When she turns back she notices me. — " Y/n?! " Joan asks, surprised to see me like this, when she gets closer she lets out a scream and I hit her in the chest and head, I close my eyes tightly and quickly leave the place. Sorry Joan. I can feel it beneath my skin. I must confess, I feel like a monster.

I open my eyes and look around looking for more people, I shouldn't have killed them both, I could have just killed one person and waited for Nick to get dirty but I'm sure not an employee, as much as I wanted it to be that way . I don't deserve forgiveness. Everyone deals with Shadyside in their own way, like Alice said. I hear Ziggy shouting at Nick trying to remember Sheila, the bathroom scene! Maybe I can change that! I feel my face give a shaky smile, maybe I still have a little control, I notice a light coming from one of the cabins, the arts one, my damn time has come. My body walks towards the hut, the flame goes out once but is lit again, giving both of them the view of me at the entrance, I'm sorry, another tear falls down my face. — " Monitor Y/n? " The girl questions me but I don't answer, I just hit her body with several blows from the axe, I have no light, I don't see what I'm doing but I know I'm being cruel to them. Your screams of pain. Agony. Despair surrounds me. I will never forget them. I'd rather die than live a lifetime dealing with this, dealing with the weight of these deaths. Why doesn't anyone come and save me from this? This is breaking me. Outside the cabin I see Ziggy going to the bathroom to help Sheila, if I could I would kill this girl, automatically my body starts walking towards the bathroom, I hear Ziggy fighting with Sheila, she begs to be heard and then punches her face after being slapped. Gary entered the bathroom as he also heard the sounds of the fight. Cindy, Alice and Tommy started screaming for help! Thank God you are okay! My face has a bad smile but it's better than the previous one, that means I have more control, wonderful! — " My sister is deprived! " Ziggy says to Gary, is she so loud that I heard her from a few meters away? But I wanted to laugh at that line, Nick must already be finding Kurt's body, now I can kill this bastard. I start to take my first steps entering the bathroom and I feel a great adrenaline invade my body. I like adrenaline. When Alice was about to leave that cave I enter the bathroom holding the ax with both hands, Gary looks at me but before I could think of what to do I hit him in the neck, ripping his head off and making his blood spurt, Ziggy screams Upon seeing the scene, Alice falls and Gary's body is taken with her, leaving only his head in the bathroom, and upon seeing the corpse, all three scream. A scared Ziggy starts to move away from me but I scream shakily.

— " No!! Do not go!! " Which makes her more scared and surprised which results in her looking at me confused, Tommy must have heard me because he was the first to stay silent, I start walking towards Ziggy holding the ax in one hand. I look at her from top to bottom with sadness, I place my hand on her cheek and move it down to her neck, lifting her chin, I feel her swallow dry for fear that I will choke her. — " Ziggy...! " I say sadly happily, I managed to smile easily, I feel my eyes filling with more tears. — " Please just kill me. " I ask her trying to hold back my tears but some escape, Ziggy looks at me stunned and starts to shake her head and say. — " No no! I can't! You-" I interrupted her. — " You can! Just take that damn ax and hit me in the head! There is no escape for me, he wants my soul, my heart." I say while he's still disagreeing with me. — " You will come out alive, with the one you love and you will be very happy, just say that I was to blame for everything! " I say but Ziggy lets out a scream. — " No!! " This makes Cindy start to scream even more worried, I can hear that she is crying. — " I can't kill the only good person I have left! " I open my mouth to speak but I hit myself with a punch in the face, making me fall to the ground, I feel my consciousness fading and my vision darkening until I can't hear anything anymore.

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I start to open my eyes, my body is wet and someone calls my name, slapping me lightly on the cheek, my vision gets used to the light and I can see the person in front of me, it's Sarah Fier! — " Sarah? " I call her confused, she lets out a smile of relief when she hears me. — " Thank God! I thought she had died! " She answers me and hugs me, even though I'm wet, her hug is strong. — " What happened? " I question her confused, I have no memory of what happened before I woke up, she loosens the hug and looks at me. — " We were walking together when you decided to play walking on the river rocks, I warned you it was dangerous but you didn't listen to me and that was when you fell into the water and hit your head, for a moment I thought you had died. " She explains the events to me and a flash comes into my head, she was telling the truth, I look at her and give a weak smile. — " No, sorry, I should have listened to you. " I asked her for forgiveness and the answer was her laughing and getting me up. — " Now come on, I have to hand this brat over to Solomon. " She says with a smile on her face, walking again and I follow her. — " With those clothes all wet? I'd better stay outside waiting for the sun to dry me. " I just told her about my situation with the outfits and received a sweet laugh from her in response. When we arrive at Solomon's residence, I sit on a rock so I can dry myself, as I was dry the whole way here, Sarah looks at me but continues entering the house, I look at the two tombs next to me , wife and son, it was a sad tragedy. I see Sarah leaving the house and Solomon is standing there at the door watching her leave until he notices my presence. — " I thought mermaids liked water. " He mocks me, I roll my eyes laughing at his joke. — " I catch the fish, I'm not one of them! " I respond and link my arms with Sarah's, I see the girl laughing at me and I slap her on the shoulder making her laugh.

We are back in the village, I nod to some people as a way of greeting, I see Thomas walking drunk until his eyes find me and he comes towards me. Sarah sighs in irritation. Thomas comes close to me and starts to say. — " Did the mermaid just feed on another fisherman? " He asks teasing me. — " I would never eat my own father. " I return it in kind, the drunk smiles, I use my hand to place it on his chest and push him away. Continuing to walk with Sarah I see the woman roll her eyes and look at me. — " Why do they call you a mermaid so much? " He questions me curiously. — " Maybe because of my appearance, or just because I'm a fisherman and the only thing I do is scare men away from my targets. I don't like sharing my food. " I respond with my nose in the air and throw a sarcastic look at the brunette, she smiles. I leave her at the door of her house and wave goodbye, I walk towards my house and see my father looking at our plantation, I open the fence door and enter the garden and say to my father: — " Not going fishing today? " Caught by surprise, he turns to me and smiles before responding. — " Later, the fish should still be waking up. Your mother must need help, better come in. " He suggests and I nod my head in agreement as I enter the house, finding my mother preparing our food, too distracted to notice me. — " Need help? " I ask her. — " Take the carrots and cut them for me. " He orders and I obey, taking the knife and carrots, I feel the older girl look at me and turn her focus back to the food. — " You're going out tonight, aren't you? " My blood runs cold at her sudden question, how did she find out? I stutter before speaking. — " N-No! Why do you think that? " I question her, trying not to seem nervous. — " There's no need to worry, I've done this too, just be discreet and don't make any noise so as not to wake your father. " She answers me, looking into my eyes, I breathe a sigh of relief and give a smile of thanks.

The waters of the river touch my feet, it's afternoon and my father gave me permission so I could stay a little longer in the river, I'll take the opportunity to bathe for the meeting I'll have at dusk. I remove my clothes starting with the blouse, untying it, taking my big skirt off my hips, being totally naked I slowly enter the water hugging her with passion. I go in and out to the surface to catch my breath. I swim as if I were dancing around a fire, the feeling of being alone is only with what I connect with. — " Are you trying to seduce me? " I'm startled by the male voice and I turn my head towards him, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that it's Thomas, he's not the best person to meet but he's better than anyone else, I run my hand through my hair and look at him. — " Do you feel seduced? " I provoke him. — " Perhaps. " He responds making me laugh. — " So let's say yes. " He comes closer to the river's edge. — " We are not married, Y/n, I have to resist carnal desires. " He tries to provoke me again but that only makes me laugh again, I look at him, we stay for a few seconds looking at each other intensely, his eyes are as clear as these waters, his hair is blonde but with this dirt it is darkened, his beard is grown but this It just adds more charm. — " You're dirty, go in and take a shower. " I make a bold offer, his eyes widen in surprise but a mischievous smile soon appears on his face. — " It's a tempting offer, you're wicked, y/n. " I roll my eyes and respond: — " I'm being generous with you, I don't like sharing. " I correct him, I turn my back so he can undress, the noise of his clothes being removed and thrown away becomes dark, the water begins to move with his movements, his body is increasingly closer to me and when he was very close I pull away and turn towards him. — " I'm not easy prey, try to catch me. " I encourage him, I start to walk in circles around him but he enters the water, taking me by surprise. I look around for his presence when I'm caught underneath, I let out a startled scream and look at his face, which shows amusement. — " I achieved. " He responds by whispering in my ear, a smile appears on my lips and I look at him. — " You got me. " I say, he doesn't answer me, we start looking at each other, his eyes go from mine to my lips and back, I look at his left eye and then at his right and I look down at his lips, which look so tempting. A strange tension has arisen between us, it's so exciting, I don't know when we started to get closer but his face is inches from mine, I place my hand on his cheek and pull him into a slow and passionate kiss, it would be strange to confess that I have a crush by drunk Thomas, his hands go to my waist pulling me closer,We pull away to catch our breath but he returns with a more intense kiss.

I find myself in my room looking at the window waiting for nightfall, I see if Sarah and the others have already left their house, when I notice some people leaving, I see my hood and I leave my room, going down the stairs in silence at the entrance to the house, I close it. the door and go out towards the girls. We are walking through the forest in search of the widow, a long walk. — " The fruits allow us to see a world beyond our own. Just with one bite. " Lizzie told us. — " Why does an old woman need this? " Sarah questions Lizzie. — " She is not just any old woman, the widow is a thousand years old! She drinks the blood of virgins to keep her young. " Lizzie says something curious which makes Sarah smile before saying ironically. — " Then you are saved. " Lizzie looks at Sara, Sarah laughs and then looks at Hannah. — " The widow sacrificed her husband to become the devil's bride, that's how she gained eternal life. " Lizzie talks more about the widow, making me curious. — " Solomon told me that she lives with the natives, and that she even fell in love with one of them. " I say looking at the floor remembering this fact told to me. — " for this she was exiled, and also learned their medicine. Solomon told me. " Sarah says, making me pay attention to every word she says. Sarah closes her expression a little before returning. — " He took his wife to her after losing his son but.. it was too late. " She says sadly, I feel sorry for everything he went through, Hannah looks at the road and then looks at Lizzie and says: — " Are you sure this is the right way? How do you know where we're going? " The blonde questions her, making her stop walking and turn towards us. — " I've been here before, remember when Abigail had the ring on fire? " She remembers us, making everyone laugh. — " She was scratching herself like a dog during my father's sermon. My mother said she had slept with the devil, the devil's gift. " Hannah tells us. — " She's more like crazy Thomas' present. " Sarah speaks sarcastically but I remain silent at the comment, maybe I felt a little jealous, maybe I rolled my eyes a little, just maybe. — " Whoever Abigail was made me accompany her to the widow. " Lizzie says making us walk again. — " And the widow healed with witchcraft? " Hannah asks her curiously. — " Yes, witchcraft, and a smelly paste made for bitches like Abigail Berman. " Lizzie says making me smile, just a few meters away was the widow's house.

Lizzie sent us to look for the fruits, she went with Hannah and I stayed with Sarah, looking around the place analyzing its strange magical objects. I came face to face with an eye-catching box. — " Hey Sarah! Come see this! " I call her to find out what is inside the black box that luckily is open, when we open it we find a large book with several pages, more pages than the Bible itself, Sarah opens the book stopping at a page with several things written on it, she passes Analyzing the pages, we stop at one where there is a drawing of the devil. — " Abaddon. " Sarah reads. — " Azazel. " I read. — " Beelzebub. " — " Moloch. " Sarah stays silent for a few seconds before saying. — " Satan. " She says. — " No! " We quickly got up and came face to face with the widow behind us. — " Widow... " Sarah whispers. — " The veil has grown thin with the turning of the moon, and with it the morning star rises. Beware the devil. He lives in this book. This is how he is invoked. " The widow grabs Sarah's wrist, which was holding a knife, as a way of protecting herself, she leaves the knife on her cheek, almost piercing her. — " He feels you now, and if you're not careful, he's going to get under her skin and devour you from the inside out. " I look at the scared situation when Hannah appears calling Sarah's name. The widow begins to order us to leave. — " Go away! Go away!! Out, out!! Everyone get out!! " We ran out of the witch's house, her house was shaking in the wind and her bonfire was agitated. When we arrive at the designated place we see several people, some are dancing, talking, others are kissing, surrendering to the sins of the flesh, everyone is drunk. We find Abigail at the campfire having something with our companion, when we catch their attention they both look back and face Lizzie. — " The full moon rises. " She says extending her hand showing the fruits she had picked. We all gather in a circle and start to take a fruit from her hand, Hannah looks at Sarah before eating the fruit. — " To the fruits of the earth. " Hannah says with a smile on her face, Sarah looks and then eats the fruit and then I do the same. I don't know what's in this fruit but it's incredible, I feel like I'm in paradise, my body is light while spinning, my mind is somewhere else while I'm dancing, it's like I'm in the sea without actually being in it, my body is smooth. I see a man grab Hannah, forcing her to take off her clothes when Sarah gets in the way, the man says something about her being a bitch and gets punched in the face. — "I should look for a mule, she doesn't notice how short his organ is! " I tell him defending Sarah, people laugh, I have a provocative smile on my face, the man looks at me and leaves irritated, meanwhile Sarah and Hannah leave hand in hand to somewhere more private,I already know these two are going to get ready.

I walked through the entire forest alone, it was the best feeling I had, being alone just in the presence of the moon, the trees, the birds, the insects, without being afraid of being raped, I walked so much that I didn't realize that I had already I had returned to the village where I see Sarah and Hannah kissing goodbye, I smile when I see the two together and I start walking towards my house again when I hear someone calling me. — " Y/n, y/n, you shouldn't be out so late. " Thomas, drunk, says to me as he takes a sip of his drink, I remain silent for a few seconds before responding. — " I say the same to you. I should drink less. " I advise you to go back to walking. I enter my house silently and go towards my room, I remove my skirt leaving me in just my nightgown. I am violently woken up by my mother. — " Wake up! It's already half past six!! " I get up, scratching my eyes and giving only a grunt in response to my mother, the woman leaves my room and goes back to doing what she did before, I put on my clothes and tie up my hair, I go to I go to the kitchen and grab some bread so I can eat and out of the corner of my eye I see my mother praying some rosary, I get closer to her and question her. — " Did something happen, mom? " She shuts up before answering me. — " The pastor is sick, I'm praying he gets well. " She answers me curtly, which leaves me confused and sad, but I ignore it and leave the house, my father is not on the plantation, strange, I open the door to the pen and go out to the village, taking a few steps until I see Sarah being thrown out. from the shepherd's house. — " God knows who you are girl! Pray that he has mercy on your soul! " The older woman shouts to Sarah, I stay paralyzed watching the whole scene, I noticed some people looking at me and whispering a few times but I ignored them and ran towards Sarah, helping her to get up, people looked at us, little Sarah to accompany me to her house . — " Thomas said things about you. He said you seduced several men and gave their flesh to the devil. Most didn't take it seriously but many wonder. " I feel my body freeze when I hear this, my heart hurts, my lungs hurt, my stomach hurts, I feel my eyes want to fill with tears when I hear these words. That bastard, he betrayed me! He used me! I let him taste my skin so it wouldn't end up being that?! This bastard will get what he deserves. I swallowed hard but continued taking Sarah to the entrance of her house, when we arrived she told me to go back home, she wanted better for me, I listened to her advice but before I could even walk I felt my arm being grabbed tightly and I was being dragged to the door. my house, when I enter I am thrown to the floor, I look back and see my father furious. — " What did you do, Y/n?! What did you do in that lake?! " He asks me violently, I drag myself back trying to keep my distance. — " I just bathed! I swear! " I lie, I lie to your face. — " That's not what Thomas has been saying! Is there anything you want to tell me?! Did you go out at night?! " He asks me, holding me by my hair so I look at him, I shake my head frantically no. — " Your mother can't even bear to look at your face, she feels disgusted, as I do too. I fear her lack of education has failed you. I failed creating you. I shouldn't have given you so much freedom, you're not a boy. I should have tried to continue having a boy instead of investing my teachings in you. " His eyes are deep and full of anger, anguish, sadness anddisappointment, he lets go of my hair and leaves my face, going to the kitchen to get a drink, I feel a tear run down my face and a knot As my throat grows, I look to the side and see the figure of my mother, she doesn't show any ounce of empathy towards me.

if a day has passed since what happened, I'm lying in my bed, no one comes and wakes me up with a good morning, no one will come and kiss me on the forehead, no one, I get up from the bed and put on my clothes but I leave my hair down, it reaches my waist which is what I like about it, when I left the room I noticed that every room is silent which is strange so I go to the kitchen looking for food but a strong odor invades the air, some Mosquitoes are hanging around here, I look at the food and realize that they are all rotten, I can see maggots in the flour, I feel my stomach turn when I see that but I hold on and leave the house. Walking through the village I find Sarah Fier with her clothes slightly stained with blood, I stand next to her in silence, our looks already say a lot for us, I hear Thomas saying things to the people in the village, about the devil, the horse is moving, people are around the can trying to pull something out of it. — " What it was? What is happening? " Sarah asks Abigail. — " The bucket got stuck on something. " She responds simply, seeing the men doing their best to pull out whatever was inside, after a few more efforts they begin to lift the bucket, attracting the attention of several people who came closer to the well. — " Is coming! Is coming! Here it comes! " An old bearded man says, Thomas stays near the well, after the bucket rises you can see the corpse of a dog wrapped in ropes, they are around God's neck, this dog is Sarah's. — " Our water is poisoned! " The older woman says through tears. — " Do not come?! We have already drunk from the cup of darkness! " Thomas says to the people around him, I squeeze Sarah's hand as a way of comfort. — " This is the work of the devil. He came to take our lands! " Thomas exclaims to everyone, making my eyes go to him. — " Which one of you brought the devil to Union? " He asks abusively, I close my eyes at him and leave so I don't have to hear any more nonsense from him. I'm in the lake, in that same lake, I place my hand on my belly, this period was supposed to have already started and this is worrying me, I worry that my actions have brought a bad father to a possible fetus. I can't confirm. Not for now. When this belly grows bigger, my breasts swell, I will tell everyone the true truth, but a much more painful truth, the sky is already late, it's the middle of the day, I start walking back to the village. People look at me, they whisper about me, they judge me, but the only one who looks at me with amusement is that damn drunk, damn Thomas, our eyes meet, my smells of hate and his are full of malice.

A crowd of people are around the meeting house, I see Sarah arriving with Solomon, I hear that the pastor has all the children inside, shit! Constantine and Henry!! I get closer to the door trying to open it but it doesn't work, I see Solomon go to the back doors and I follow him, more men come after and soon after Sarah appears with the rest, after pushing the door so much it opens and nothing is heard . — " Keep everyone away. " Solomon orders and Sarah tries to call for him but he has already picked up a gun and he enters, a crowd of people starts surrounding the entrance trying to get in, I get closer to the entrance and push the people blocking my way and I enter the meeting room and a crowd enters with me, when I enter I come face to face with the pastor with his eyes gouged out and the children too, their eyes were together on the ground, a disgusting pile Sarah screams when she sees her brother's body, the pastor starts walking towards her When I realized I shouted his name. — " Sarah!!" Solomon runs towards the shepherd pastor and attacks him from the side, his body falls next to Sarah who is terrified, I run to her and hug her tightly, people are scared and Thomas with his speeches is only getting worse. Me, Sarah and Hannah are at the window watching the men argue about what will be done. Mr. Berman begins to make a speech saying that we need to find out who caused all this, that the pastor was possessed by darkness, by darkness. Thomas starts to say. — " I saw three lambs from our city, laughing, having fun, on the last full moon! " He argues, making the men scream, idiot, Simon begins to tell the truth that several were there, that they were there for fun, we danced, we drank, we celebrated! We are not sinners! But the men were furious, Thomas said that we would have the mark of the devil which made many feel like taking off our clothes to see our bodies. Solomon's brother spoke beautifully, then another old man began to speak. — " I mapped it out on my patrols. This scourge is in Union, I searched the forest! It does not extend beyond the village. This one. It's in Union! We are being punished, and I have a list of names!! " The men celebrate when they hear the possibility of having people who can hang, they beg for them to be said, Solomon enters the middle asking them to stop making everyone pay attention to him. — " Listen to yourselves! Speculation! Hunting.. shadows! Imagining curses. " Solomon points out the holes in these accusations. — " Now I ask, do you have any proof? " The man remains silent. — " No? And you? " Solomons asks Thomas and I only respond with a snort and an eye roll, you pathetic guy. — " or any of you!! " A man stands up. — " I have evidence! " Damn, the same mule I looked at penis size. — " A few nights ago, when the full moon rose right next to the sun. While I was sleeping, she came to me. She bewitched me! And she took me to the forest, she was naked... and riding a red mule. And the red mule became a man with horns! She made me watch while she slept with the devil. It made my organ shorten like a threat!" He said, leaving everyone in shock, I didn't need to use a spell to shorten his penis! You did this alone. — " Who?! " A man asked. — " He made me watch as the three lay with the devil... & quot; He adds leaving more shock in the air. — " Who are the three of them lying down?! " They ask, a moment of silence before answering. — " Hannah Miller, Sarah Fier and Y/n. " The woman begins to disagree with her daughter's accusations, Mr. Fier stands up in shock and my mother and my father are in a state of shock. — " Witches! " Thomas and thousands of men gather, thousands of men begin to say they saw us, even those who must have been in a deep sleep when it happened! The men all join in a hunt against us, the man, upon realizing that we were watching them, points out our hiding place, a crowd of men left the house going after us.

Thousands of men chase us behind our figure, we are running as fast as we can. — " We need to get out of here!! " Sarah says desperately. — " Where?! " Hannah asks her even more desperately and trips over a rock, we are both close to the fence if we go back we will be caught! — " Run! " Hannah asks us, I hold Sarah's hand and we run into the forest while men surround her. Crowds gather to invade the houses in search of the two of us, Sarah and I are at her house and we find her father lying on the floor completely drunk, Sarah whimpers when she sees this scene, my heart hurts, we quickly hide when we see that they are searching the residence, Sarah grabs her knife and we run after another house, they are after the Fiers, my parents, they are threatening to kill us! Sarah and I walked towards the meeting room being discreet, I picked up a stone and threw it in another direction, attracting the attention of the man on guard, making him leave the place and we quickly entered the house. Poor Hannah was deplorable, clothes torn, chained, completely dirty, Sarah runs to her. — " What they did to you? " The brunette asks. — " I.. I will be hanged in the morning.. and if you don't run away you will be too. " Hannah alerts. — " No! " Sarah whispers. — " Pay attention, you need to escape. " The two look at each other then Sarah starts talking. — " No, I won't leave you. " Sarah denies it. — " But she must. " Hannah demands, the blonde sits on the floor tiredly. — " It's my fault after all. " The blonde confesses, Sarah shakes her head. — " No-" Hannah interrupts.— " I brought the devil. " Hannah states. — " That's not how it works, you don't summon the devil by accident. A choice needs to be made. " Sarah corrected her by saying what she learned from Solomon. — " Don't you understand? " Hannah questions her. — " It doesn't matter if we did it or not. They think we are guilty so we are. " Hannah says seriously and looking deeply at her lover, Sarah looks at her thinking about what she just heard. — " You're right. Everyone believes we did it. So what difference does it make if we did it now? " Sarah says, leaving Hannah confused with her words. — " what are you saying? " The blonde asks. — " I'll look for the widow. I'm going to make a deal with the devil. Maybe this can save us. " Sarah says one with a shred of hope, Hannah issurprised by the crazy idea. — " But what with the devil... Are you crazy? " Hannah questions Sarah's insane idea. — " I don't fear the devil. Hannah, I fear the neighbor who accuses me. I fear the mother, who lets her daughter be hanged. " Sarah says in a melancholic and poetic way, running her fingers over her beloved's face. — " I fear Union. They take us to the slaughterhouse and like lambs wait for us to follow. But you'll see, I don't give a lamb. " The brunette says bravely but the noises of the men looking for us make us come back to reality. — " When this is all over, we will leave this place, we will go far away. And we dance all night, and we'll fight in daylight. " Sarah quickly kisses Hannah. — " I can not lose you. " Hannah says sadly. — " And she won't. If they want a witch, I'll give them a witch. "

Sarah and I are at the widow's house but before I enter she stops me and looks into my eyes. — " You're pregnant, aren't you? " She takes me by surprise with her question, I open and close my mouth before responding, swallowing hard. — " It's not a certainty, but-" she interrupts me. — " Well, I confirm, your belly is bigger, your breasts are fuller, with milk. " She speaks to me, I look at her with tears, my mouth trembles. — " I can't allow you to live this, run away, run away! " She orders me pushing me away but I stop her. — " No!! I can't leave you!! You can die!! " I argue. — " You too!.. who is the father? " Sarah asks me while she looks at my belly, I take a deep breath, holding back the tears even more. — " Oh Thomas.. " Whispers in an auditory tone, I hear her whisper. — " Traitor. " She stays silent looking at me, she hugs me tightly, I return her hug, finally letting some tears flow, she lets go of me and walks away saying: — " Go. Go now! " She ordered and I obeyed, like a dog, no matter how much I fight she will insist and will always win, I turn my back and run towards the waters, may they take me wherever I need to go.

It's been a few weeks, a few weeks since Sarah died and cursed these lands, I saw her hanging from afar and for the first time I cried until my body hurt, until my body was exhausted, I joined my group to bury her in a worthy place. Only we know where it is. But only I know that she will not rest. My belly is more visible than last time, it is small but visible, because my body has a flat belly I believe it has resulted in it being more visible. I'm always coming to the lake just to watch it and remember the memories, remember what I did, what it resulted in, and how I'm going to end up, I feel very small but you don't deserve any of this. The sounds of footsteps take me out of my thoughts, which makes me step back in surprise, then look to the side I find the one I least want. Thomas. — " Are you alive. " She states surprised to see my presence. — " Yes, I'm alive in the flesh. " I tell him. Thomas tries to walk towards me but I walk back keeping my distance, he stops, he looks at me from top to bottom as if he was analyzing me. I let out a sigh before speaking. — " I'm Pregnant. The child is yours. " Her expression melts into one I don't quite understand, a mix of sadness and surprise, I imagine. He takes a step trying to get closer but remembers what had just happened, I pull out a knife that was hidden and look into his blue eyes that I love so much. — " This is the last time we will see Thomas. " I tell you, Thomas' reaction is one of confusion, he tilts his head and continues to look at me. — " What do you mean? " He asks and I quickly answer. — " I'm leaving. I cursed you, Thomas. You will spend all your last years alive suffering in regret over the accusations made. He will suffer for having killed an innocent man. You will hear the cries of a newborn child every time you walk through the night feeling the empty moonlight. When you're in your dreams I'll be there to drown you. " He cursed, he cursed, saying every word with hatred, I raised the knife towards my neck, Thomas, seeing what would happen, tried to run towards me but it was too late. I already ran the blade across my throat. My body falls and I feel myself being grabbed. My breathing getting weaker, I hear the sound of the waters. Is cold. My eyes start to blink slowly and I finally take my last breath.

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She hit Arnie in the face several times with the axe, blood splashed all over his face and clothes, Alice and Cindy are terrified on the same level as me. — " Let's go! Now! " I tell them pulling them, Y/n looks back giving a full view of her bloody face, no that's not her. Her gaze is empty, soulless. As if something had worn her skin. Cindy screams, breaking me out of my thoughts, I pull them both to the other side of the cave so we can escape. Both are quick to look for a way out, Cindy goes to the bookshelf trying to push it. — " He comes! It helps me! " She asks desperately, Alice and I run to help the brunette and quickly knock down the shelf. She's close! — " Go Go!! Now!! " I scream pushing Alice and Cindy to go faster, when I was close to entering my legs are grabbed and a fight is started, Cindy and Alice try to pull me while I'm trying to kick the hands of my best friend, she has the slip of Let go of one of my legs and kick his nose out of his face. I'm sorry about that y/n. An avalanche of rocks begin to fall on the entrance and I drag myself back to avoid being crushed. A pile of rocks is blocking the entrance, I look at Cindy as she holds herself back from crying. — " Listen to this. " Alice catches our attention, I hear the sound of unregulated breathing, coming from the other side. — " Is she still alive? " I ask myself worriedly but deep down I'm relieved that I didn't kill her. — " She's trapped. " She says trying to bring comfort to us. — " She's trapped. " She whispers more to herself, a way of trying to calm down. — " I... I'm a monster. " I hear a/n whispering on the other side, she's conscious! But it seems that only I noticed what was said.

— " This is a cave but it looks like, like, I don't know! It seems like it never ends... " Cindy says analyzing the entire cave. — " I don't call. " I look at Alice after hearing what she just said, Cindy walks to the rocks that are blocking us. — " Alice... can you please help me! Tommy! " She asks Alice and then calls me. — " For what? For you to keep pretending that everything is fine? " Alice says. — " Alice, please. " I beg you not to have any fights, we are already too screwed for that. — " Alice, I just.. " Cindy tries to formulate a sentence but nothing then sits on top of one of the rocks. — " Y/n... Opened Arnie's head in half. Can you understand this? " Melancholic Alice tells us what's going on in her head. — " Please, can you, can you help me? " Cindy asks her again, making her angry. — " With what?! That shit weighs a million pounds!! You didn't get an A in physics?! " The blonde fights. — " We need to get out of here!! " Cindy reminds her. — " What a shame, because it can't be done!... We're going to die down here. Cindy Berman. " The blonde spoils the bitter truth she believes, I go to Cindy and offer her my hand to get up, a gesture she accepts. She runs towards Alice. — " No no! We have to get out of here, we do! Those names on the wall... they didn't stop at one death. " Cindy remembers the murders that happened to several people. — " Seven, nine, ten, fifteen people! They are serial killers! The children.. " Cindy stutters while speaking to Alice trying to find a way to change her mind. — " Your sister.. " I remind you — " Everyone is out there. And now she is too... " Her voice cracks briefly as she says. — " I thought you didn't believe in the witch. " The blonde argues. — " Not even! But, but, but, there must be some explanation. Must have-" Alice comes closer, interrupting her. — " Oh my god, you are unbelievable, Cindy! You knew?! She was possessed!! " Alice trying to make the brunette listen. — It could be... it could be that she took some pill. " Cindy tries to argue. — " No! No! Cindy, no! It wasn't the paracetamol! It was the witch. You saw the names, and that ritual! The witch is real, and she is using some spell to possess people. She understood the names on that stone! " I step in, taking Alice's side and arguing against my own girlfriend. — " And Mary knew, okay? She knew and it's all here! " Angrily Alice points out the facts. — " this is not real! " Cindy violently pushes the book away. — " Do you want an explanation? I'll give you one. Okay?" Alice impatiently questions Cindy. — " She went looking for the hand bones to break the fucking curse to save Shadyside, but she didn't find them! Want to know what she found?!My friend's name on that shitty wall. " Cindy tries to interrupt. — " No, it wasn't that! " But Alice continues. — " So she tried to kill her. What I would have done too if I had a chance to kill bitch Y/n, if I was going to take an ax to my boyfriend's head! " An irritated Cindy with no patience pushes Alice. — " Oh shut up!! " Cindy orders leaving everyone silent, until Alice cuts him off. — " Finally. That's the Cindy Berman I know. " Alice says, Cindy turns and starts walking somewhere else. — " Where are you going? " I ask her making her turn towards us. — " I'll look for another way out. Don't come after me, come on Tommy! " Cindy calls me and I follow behind, leaving Alice alone.

Alice screams saying not to come back, Cindy and I ignore the screams, we are looking for something. Cindy is panting. I squeeze her hand, trying to calm her down, which doesn't do much good. — " All good. It is good too. " Cindy whispers to herself trying to calm down until Alice appears behind us, scaring us, I put my hand on my chest in fright, Cindy goes to the blonde and pushes her by the shoulder. — " Damn, are you crazy?! I ordered you not to follow me. " Cindy remembers Alice who just looks at her confused. — " Yeah, I didn't follow. " Alice returns the push. — " You went in circles " Alice counts her and passes her. — " It's a fucking circle. " The blonde remembers what makes Cindy and I remember something, I pick up the book lying on the floor, leafing through its pages looking for one, Cindy lights up the book, I stop at the page with the symbol design and we start counting the entries. — " What are they doing? " Alice comes closer asking. — " The symbol divides four times, three there, one there, like this cave. " I explain it. — " Equals. Sarah Fier cut her cursed hand on Satan's stone, carving the witch's mark into the ground below. Carving into the ground " Cindy explains, pointing out the places so Alice can understand. — " Wait what? The witch who did all this shit? " She questions us. — " Or the colonists said she did it. It doesn't matter. What matters is that this is a-" Alice interrupts me. — " A map. "

— " There's another branch here, so it's to the left. " We started walking towards the entrance. — " I don't believe this shit works. " Alice comments, I look at her but quickly return to my main focus. — " It's taking too long, we should already be at camp. " Cindy says worriedly, I look at her and give her a look of confidence to reassure her, I'm not very confident about this myself but it's the only thing I can have a shred of hope that will work, that will lead us to a way out and we can save her. The conversation I had in the forest keeps playing in my head, maybe you were trying to warn us, maybe you wanted to save us and I didn't know how to understand. You asked me if I would kill you, I would never hurt you. Hurting you hurts me too. I promise that I will save you from this, I will make you free from this curse. — " If they have to kill her. Can you? " Alice takes me out of my thoughts with her question, taking us by surprise, Cindy remains silent thinking so I answer first. — " At that moment in the cafeteria, when the nurse attacked, all I thought about was saving her. So I couldn't do it. " I answer truthfully, Alice looks at Cindy waiting for an answer. — " I don't think so, she was the first person to offer to talk to Ziggy, she listened to me venting about my complaints about her. So I don't think I could do it. " Cindy says, Alice has a small smile and then speaks. — " Well, I would gladly kill Y/n. " She says without any remorse. — " Wow, even after all this you're still an asshole. " Cindy says, talking about her makes me happy, she has no control over anything. — "Okay, sorry. It's just that it's not easy to see a friend killing her boyfriend. " She apologizes and explains a little sadly. — " I never understood how she managed to fit in with us so quickly. " She exposes her doubt, Cindy turns to her and so do I, Cindy starts to speak. — " Look, Y/n, she was sweet. She was always willing to help, to listen, always protecting the people of Shadyside. Protecting my sister. She had no obligation but she did it. It was funny to see her swearing at everything when she got angry. " Cindy says with a weak laugh, memories of her swearing come into my head making me smile weakly. — " Once I left her doing a task alone and I went to offer her herbs to calm her down and she responded with: " Holy shit! I don't want anything to do with this shit.”, it was the first time I heard someone say four swear words in one sentence. " Alice tells us, making all three of us laugh, I remember an event with Ziggy's sister. — " These days she had gone to defend her sister, Cindy, she told one of the girls to get out of her way, then called her a son of a bitch. & Quot; I tell her making her laugh and smile that her sister is being protected.I hear some noises coming from deeper in the cave, I point the flashlight in the direction of the sound. — " Are you listening to this? " He asked, turning to where I'm pointing, Cindy looks at the notebook. — " There's a space right here, in front. All paths lead to him." Cindy tells us how she looks at Alice. — "Is there any way we can turn around? " Alice asks. Getting closer we see several dark spots on the wall and thousands of mosquitoes surrounding them, this sight makes your stomach turn. Alice and Cindy point to goo on the floor. — " Holy shit, what the hell is this? " Alice asks in surprise. — " It's everywhere.. " I say looking around, Alice lights up something and her face panics. — " Cindy.. what the fuck? " The blonde asks, making us both turn towards what she is seeing, faced with completely dirty flesh full of flies circling it, it pulses as if it were alive. — " Let's get out of here. " Cindy asks in fear, Alice gets closer to the flesh, crouching down to be at her level, she touches the flesh and freezes in terror. Cindy pulls her hand and calls her name, Alice lets out a scream.

Alice runs, leaving Cindy and me behind, we look at each other confused and go looking for her. We hear Alice running everywhere and letting out terrified screams when suddenly her scream becomes one of pain, Cindy hurries her steps right in front of me. Within minutes we found her with her injured leg. Cindy comes down and puts her hands on Alice's shoulders. — " Are you well? " Cindy asks worriedly. — " I saw the killers. They killed many, and the rest will be next. The children. " Alice says what she saw in terror, Cindy shakes her head in disagreement before interrupting her. — " No, it's not true. Everything will be fine. " She speaks words of affirmation to comfort. — " The witch did it. She did it all. She cursed Shadyside. Mary was right. " Alice begins to explain, I look at the wound seeing its exposed bone. — " I know. " Cindy says, taking her by surprise. — " The cave was alive, Alice. Paracetamol doesn't do that. " Cindy said she made her change, Alice groans in pain, my girlfriend takes her bag and throws her belongings on the floor. — " You are right. I'm a snitch. The day after we stole Mr. Evans' stereo, Harold Hines saw me with it. " Cindy is opening the pad while my hand is on the bone. — " Damn Harold Hines. " Alice curses but stops when she feels me putting the bone back in place. — " Soon after, I ended up at the director's office, and my father couldn't go because he had run away with a girl not much older than I am today. " Cindy puts the pad on the wound as a bandage. — " And my mother was drinking at O'Connell. " She looks at Alice with a fake smile. — " That's when I understood... that I was no different from the others in Shadyside. I was cursed. And I convinced myself that if I was perfect, if I did everything right, I could escape. " Cindy looks silently at Alice before she speaks again. — " I ratted you out, made new friends, and started dressing like this. " She tears off a piece of her blouse as she says, placing it in the pad. She turns to me and says.— " I started dating you. " Her eyes are full of tears. My world collapses. — " I avoided you, but I couldn't avoid Ziggy. Because she was always there, reminding me of the truth. " Cindy places something on top of the pad before tying it. — " Because she was always there, reminding me of the truth. That this city is cursed, this place... It's cursed. And we too. And now I know. She was right, all this time. " Alice screams after Cindy tightens the bandage.

— " I was a bad sister. I was a terrible friend. I should have skipped class, gone to parties, had sex, had fun " Cindy is interrupted by Alice. — " I hate to tell you this, but the fun... It's as real as you and your shirt. I use Styrofoam for a reason. " Alice started taking off her bracelets which left me confused. — " It's not just because it looks good on me. " She shows god slit wrists leaving us in shock. — " Holy shit... " I let it escape my lips. — " Everyone deals with Shadyside in their own way. " I look at her sadly, Cindy was about to start talking when something catches her attention. She gets up and picks up some moss, red moss, the scene of the moss getting on her shirt flashes through my head. — " This. That moss stained my shirt. The bathroom. " She quickly gets to her feet, pointing the flashlight at the trail of moss on the wall. — " The bathroom is covered in this stuff. The camping. It means we're close. " Cindy states. — " Let's go! " I call them going deeper into the cave, Alice passes me leaving Cindy to stay by my side. She looks at me and I look at her. We have to talk. Cindy looks down thinking about what to say, she opens and closes her mouth before saying. — " I'm sorry I had to hear all that. " She apologizes, I shake my head no. — " It wasn't your fault, it's okay. I understand you. " Cindy interrupts me by shouting. — " No! I'm guilty! " She starts to speak and pauses before saying. — " You deserve better. You deserve her. " She says about someone, I furrowed my eyebrows looking at her questioningly. — " Who she? " She laughs at my question as if I'd just made a joke. — " I'm talking about her, Y/n. I see how you look at her. " Cindy has a smile on her face, she is taken by surprise with her insinuations, I remain silent and let her speak. — " When you know, you know. She already told you that phrase, didn't she? " She asks looking at me. I shake my head in agreement, she gives a weak smile for a few seconds. — " Did she tell you it was the lyrics to a song? "She questions me, leaving me surprised, it was never said that it came from a song. — " No, she never told me. " I speak without looking away from her. — " I once caught her singing. She said it was a song a woman sang in a bar. 'When you know, you know. It kind of makes me laugh. Passing that way. When you're good, you're gold. Because when you know, you know'. That's the lyrics" Cindy sings the part of the song, the song brought back memories of when I saw her for the first time. When I accompanied her to welcome the children. When we first spoke. — " Save her. Save her and stay together. " Cindy asks me, making me look into her eyes when she hears this request. — " I will save her." I speak, Cindy smiles and we continue to walk together just accepting that we are okay.

We arrived at a big place full of moss and with shit, piss, toilet paper, players everywhere. Not one of the best places to be. — " Is that toilet paper? " Alice asks more to himself. — " It's the bathroom. Can be. " Cindy states hopefully. — " Holy crap. " Alice whispers. — " It's him. Look. " Cindy points to the stone that goes up to the entrance to one of the toilets. We started to hear noises coming from above, it sounded like two people fighting, my eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. We come together to scream for help, people are silent. We start to scream louder so they can hear us, the lid opens and a head appears. — " Cindy?! " The girl asks in disbelief. — " Ziggy? Oh my God! " Cindy is surprised to see her sister, I admit that I would also be surprised to see my sister's head in the toilet. — " What are you doing down there?! " She asks us curiously, Cindy stutters before answering. — " It's a long story. Are you well? "The worried question. — " OK, just wait a minute. " The redhead asks before closing the toilet lid. — " Ziggy, are you okay? " Cindy asks her again but receives no answer. The toilet lid is opened again and Ziggy throws a trunk with a rope attached so we can climb up. — " Use this. We're going to pull you. " I look at her confused and ask her. — " Us? " The redhead is quick to respond to me. — " Gary's here too. " Meanwhile Cindy offers Alice to go first and the blonde doesn't refuse, she already sits on the bucket. The rope begins to be pulled making her rise, when Alice was close to leaving we hear Ziggy screaming and the rope is released making Alice fall but something is brought along. When we look we see that it is Gary's headless body, the two scream in fear. Cindy starts screaming her sister's name and I join her. I shut up when I hear Y/n's voice asking her not to go, I put my hand on Cindy's mouth making her shut up, she tries to remove my hand but I gesture with my eyes for her to pay attention to the conversation. — " Ziggy...! " She speaks sadly but seemed to have a hint of happiness, a few seconds of silence is interrupted by her saying. — " Please just kill me. " She begs, my eyes widen in surprise upon hearing. No! I can't let you die! I can't lose you. — " No no! I can't! You-" Ziggy tries to make her listen but is interrupted. — " You can! Just take that damn ax and hit me in the head! There is no escape for me, he wants my soul, my heart." She tries to convince Ziggy. — " You will come out alive, with the one you love and you will be very happy, just say that I was to blame for everything! " I start to despair about this conversation but before I can do something dark Ziggy says.— " No!! " Now Cindy despairs that something might be happening to her sister. She screams tearfully. Ziggy says something I don't understand and then we hear the sound of someone falling. We remained silent waiting for something. — " Ziggy!! " Cindy calls for her sister again, but this time we are answered with the girl putting her head in the toilet, Cindy sighs with relief to see her sister intact. — " What happened?! " I ask her worried about what might have happened. — " She started with this story about being killed, so I put her to sleep! " Ziggy tries to defend himself, Cindy lets out a weak laugh, and I breathe a sigh of relief. — " Can you load it?! " Cindy asks her, Ziggy takes his face off the toilet, probably looking at the unconscious body. — " I think so. " She answers us. Cindy takes the notebook and looks at the map analyzing it and analyzing the cave, she looks up and then questions her sister. — " Can you handle taking it to the cafeteria?! " The question is peacefully answered with an affirmative nod.

After Ziggy left the bathroom and took A/n we started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria. Only Cindy and I came, Alice stated that we would be late but that he would arrive soon. Getting closer and closer the path becomes tight, making us have to start walking on all fours, when we see a crack of light we start to crawl faster, as I'm in front I'm the first to come face to face with the exit blocked with a metal plate. I lie down and start to put strength in my legs, I kick the plate for the first time which makes it go up a lot, the second time I feel the nails starting to come out, the third time the entrance is finally free. When I go up I see Ziggy in the middle of the room, she probably came to check the noise, when I go up Cindy is next, I extend my hand which is accepted, I pull it making it go up faster. — " Where is Alice? " Ziggy asks us, noticing the blonde's absence. — " She will come, she just needs to regain her strength. " Cindy is quick to answer the question. — " Where is she? " I ask her, she makes a gesture asking us to follow her. We found the scene of Y/n with her hands and feet tied, her body is leaning against the wall of the cafeteria. I get close to her, crouching down to her height. I run my hands over her cheek, caressing her, the girl snuggles into my touch which makes me smile. I promise to save you. I stand up looking at the two girls behind me. A noise is heard from the room we left, we all stay alert, I slowly walk towards the sound, take advantage and grab a knife as defense. A hand comes out of the hole and we see Alice coming out of it, a sigh of relief and Cindy runs towards her swearing to climb up.

— " Why did it take so long? " Cindy asks, relieved to see her. — " Did you manage to arrest her? " Alice asks referring to Y/n. Cindy nods before speaking. — " We did it. " Cindy confirms and immediately hugs her, but Alice pushes her away saying. — " Be careful. This thing must be a million years old. " She puts her hand in her bag, Cindy is confused. — " I bought this bag last month. " - Cindy informs. — " I'm not talking about your stupid bag, genius. 'Blood will be spilled'. Demon stone, got it? She was there. " I begin to understand what Alice means.— " It was buried under the moss all this time, and I found it. I found. " Alice states happily about her discovery of hers. — " What did you think? " Cindy asks, still confused. — " Three guesses. " . We sat at the cafeteria table. Alice removes the bones of a hand from the bag, leaving the girls surprised. — " What? What is that? " Ziggy asks looking at the two girls at the table. — " Sarah Fier's severed hand. " Alice responds. Everyone stays silent until I break it. — " Nurse Lane... spent her whole life looking for this. A way to stop the curse that took his daughter. " I comment remembering all of Mary's hunting. — " Without her hand, her power remains firm. The curse will last until the body and hand unite.' this took us to the hand. " Alice explains the curse to the redhead by taking the notebook to her. — " And if the legend is true, the body will be buried-" Ziggy interrupts her. — " In the gallows tree. " She finished completing it. — " We can end this. The end of the murders, the end of the curse, the end.. " Cindy stops and looks at the tied up body. From suffering. " She finishes. — " We can save Shadyside... tonight! " I speak with hope. Ziggy takes his hand closer to him. Blood drips from her nose and falls into her bones, she jumps in fright and freezes for a few seconds until her sister takes her hand and makes her come back. — My nose bled on my hand and I thought I saw her. " Ziggy says scared as she catches her breath. — " Who? " Cindy asks in surprise. — " Sarah Fier. " Everyone at the table looks shocked.

— " She was... She was very angry. " Ziggy warns. — " We have to bury this right now. " Alice commands. Before we could say or act, we were startled with an enraged growl. We all looked at Y/n who was struggling trying to free herself from the ropes as he grew. I get up and go towards him, side in front of him and crouch down, he stops struggling when he notices me. His eyes meet mine. Empty. But there's still something about them. — " Tommy... " She whispers, leaving me surprised, a smile invades my face when she hears me call. — " We will save you, I promise. " I reassure her, she tries to say something but Cindy has already gotten up to get the big shovel and another small one. — " Let's go. " She orders. Alice is confused about not receiving something. — " Will I have to use my hands? " He asks with a bit of irony. — " No, you stay here. " Cindy demands. — " Come on, I can safely jump. " Alice tries to argue as she shows off her limp. Cindy looks still unconvinced, Alice sighs and surrenders. — " Tommy, you too. " She asks me too, I nod my head then see her leave with her sister.

I'm left alone in the cafeteria with Alice watching over Y/n. Alice keeps a distance between me and her but keeps close to Y/n, she has her hands on her knees looking thoughtful. — " Seeing you kill my boyfriend hurt. " The blonde started to speak. — " I hate you for what she did, and I miss you like a child. I loved that junkie. " She says sadly, her words catch the attention of Y/n who remains silent but looks at her with a certain empathy, even though her eyes are full of hate. Alice sighs and gets up, something stops her, she looks at me with a frown. — " Did you hear that? " She asks me leaving me confused. — " What ? " She doesn't answer me, she heads towards the place we entered, her steps are slow and careful. Seconds later we hear as if someone is singing and a female hand appears, I get up and go towards Y/n, helping her get up, I take a razor I found and cut the ropes on her feet. Alice moves away from the place, realizing the situation even more. — " Holy crap. Run!! " She shouts at us, I pull Y/n by the arm making her follow me as we run, Alice is behind us running with difficulty. We stop halfway to check if we are still being followed. I release my hand from Y/n's arms. — " Did you see it too?! It was Ruby Lane!! Ruby! " Alice questions me scared, I catch my breath before answering. I saw it, why are they coming back? " I ask her, confused and startling, she shakes her head not knowing what to answer. — " I don't know... maybe they want to stop the curse from being broken! " She suggests, she looks behind me then her face changes to one of concern. — " Tommy. Where did she go? " She looks at me for an answer, I look back and see that y/n ran away. We lost sight of her!

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I managed to steal the razor that Tommy was carrying in his clothes. Why did he have it? This is the question that hits my head the most. I use my feet to hold the razor while I quickly run the rope through it so it can be cut as quickly as possible. I feel my hands free and remove the ropes, take the knife and hold it firmly in my pocket. I need to find Sarah's body. I need to find Nick Goode. It boosted me and I started running as fast as I could towards the forest and entering it in a few seconds, I looked everywhere looking for the same red moss that was in the bathroom, branches passed over my skin, scratching and hurting me. Leaves are in my clothes and hair. I stop to rest a little, look at the floor and notice the texture becoming different, redder, redder! I start to crawl quickly looking for Sarah's bones, I feel blood start to run from my nose when I grab a chain. A smile appears on my face. I take off my cold sweater and place it on the floor, I take the bones and chains and put everything in my shirt and tie it to make sure it doesn't fall. I get up and run again but this time towards the tree.

I feel the wind passing by my face, the dreams of bats hitting the ground, a woman singing become closer. Tommy. Are you, are you coming? To the tree where they hanged a woman, who they say was a witch. I quicken my steps, feeling my legs start to hurt because of the effort I'm making, all the effort, for a moment the memories of my ancestor flash through my head. I'm sorry I had to go through all this, but I'm not you, I'm going to make everything right. I see Cindy and Ziggy desperately digging the hole in the ground as the killers get closer, Tommy and Alice are close by trying to reach them too, they must think I'm going to attack. Ziggy, upon seeing that he had no body, despairs and shows his sister who only finds a stone saying that the witch lives forever, she pulls Ziggy close and holds his bone hand in hers. I manage to get past all the killers and fall to the ground tired, my legs are wobbly, Cindy puts Ziggy behind her afraid that I will attack, I untie my blouse and place my bones on the ground, leaving them both shocked. — " I found!! Put your hand up! " I order them, Cindy and Ziggy are quick and put their hands close to their bodies, I take advantage of the fact that they are both seeing the truth of the whole curse and I take Cindy's shovel and go towards the milkman and hit him right in the face, which he does. As he fell, Tommy is taking care of Ruby while Alice took the stolen knife and went after the little boy. I see Nick Goode coming in the distance behind Ziggy, I get off the milkman but I didn't expect him to be quick to recover and start to follow me, I quicken my pace enough to get close to Nick. I use the shovel to hit his head, he puts his hand on the spot, hitting him again, only on the leg, which makes him fall, I put myself on top of him, letting my feet keep him stuck on the ground, I feel being hit on my back but I don't let myself give in to the pain and I'm hit again but I stay with Nick underneath me, I put the seal in my arms and hit his neck with the shovel, blood splashes to the sides, his eyes freeze on mine. figure with the milkman stabbing me in the back but little by little he disappears like smoke, just like the others. Blood is coming out of Nick's mouth, I put more force on the shovel, completely cutting his neck from his head, now his eyes are empty and dead. I feel my body start to fail, my body is weak and I'm losing a lot of blood, I fall next to the corpse, I'm looking at the sky seeing the stars shining, but no brighter than the moon. My consciousness slowly fades away. At least I managed to make you live.

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Ruby's body disappears as if it were dust. The curse. She was broken. I look to the side and Ziggy and Cindy are back but their noses are bloody. I'm looking for Y/n. I find her standing completely bloody and injured in the back, she is on top of Nick with the shovel dividing his head from his body, her body weakens and staggers until she falls to the ground, I start to run towards her. Please do not. Please don't die. We did it! Are you free. I start to crawl and stop on top of her body, she is freezing, I shake her body calling her name but I am not answered, tears are already rolling down my face, I place both hands on her chest trying to give her a heart massage so she can to go back. I need it to work. I opened her mouth and put our lips together forcing air into her lungs, again I put my hands on her chest, I repeat three times second and when I start to feel hopeless I see her eyes slowly opening, she coughs a little blood, I put my hands hands on his face, cleaning it. — " Everything is fine. I am here. We did it. " I reassure her by pulling her into my arms, she wraps her arms around my neck and I can feel her tears.

— " What is your name? Me, look at me. What is your name ? " The doctor tries the question but she is too stunned to answer. — " It's Y/n. Her name is Y/n. " I answer her which makes her look at me. — " Where... where are they? Where they are? " She asks me with difficulty, I look in the direction that Alice, Cindy and Ziggy are, she automatically looks in the same direction, when she sees the doctors examining them a smile appears on her face. I stay next to her stretcher and help the doctors carry her. — " Tommy. We did it. I managed to keep you alive. " She is panting when she speaks, I make noise to make her quiet. — " I know, now you need to be okay. " I remember her injuries, the doctors pull her stretcher and put her in the ambulance, before I could get in to accompany her, a police officer puts his hand on my shoulder and asks me. — " What the hell happened here? " He is incredulous, I think carefully before answering him, I keep my head down. — " someone broke into the camp, he was freaking out. He killed everyone and fled. " I lie to him hiding the truth, hiding the real killer. — " Shadyside's shit. " He whispers so that I can't hear but I can hear him, I walk towards the ambulance, climbing into it and sitting next to Y/n who is being taken care of. The engine starts, the car starts driving towards the hospital. Goodbye Camp Nightwing.

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Chapter 11: κ (pt. 2)

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor CW: Violence, Stockholm Syndrome Word count: 6.5k A/N: And with this chapter, Dead Doves is officially going on hiatus. See you in 1-2 weeks!

“Have you ever been to Mondstadt?”

The carriage rocks methodically as you inch to your destination. You sigh. As you ride further away from the snowy country that’s been your home for the past few months, you can’t help but feel a bit wistful. You’ve grown oddly attached to the winter landscape and gray skies. Still, you wonder what new sights this journey will bring. You remember the days when you used to dream of traveling throughout Teyvat. Those dreams seem like a relic of the past now.

Dottore shakes his head.

“No, I haven't. As you might imagine, my work keeps me quite busy. Even when I do have free time, there are always more pressing matters that need attending to. I have neither the time nor reason for sightseeing.”

"I see."

You press your hand against the side of your face as you look out the window.

“I've heard you can faintly see Celestia from Mondstadt's mountains.”

Dottore scoffs.

“Can you, now? I did not know that. But then again, I don't bother myself with such frivolous knowledge,” Dottore crosses his legs, leaning back in his seat. “Tell me, my dear, do you miss Celestia?”

“Not anymore.”

Dottore chuckles.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses. It’s utterly dismal that someone of your caliber was a slave to such ignorant gods,” He muses, stroking his chin. “Though one could argue it's merely a different master you serve. But I suppose that's the condition of this world; we all must answer to someone or something.”

"Tch," You turn towards him, narrowing your eyes. “And what is it that you answer to?”

The Doctor’s lips curl into a smile.

“Hehe, You must know by now I answer only to myself. I shape my own destiny. I am my own god.”

You cross your arms.

“I must admit, your ambition is unmatched-- even by divine standards.”

Dottore laughs.

“Oho! Your praises are singing to a choir.” He remarks.

“Humble as ever.”

“Humility is for fools who can’t back up their words.”

You shake your head. You wonder what it's like to be that confident in oneself. You yawn, realizing how sleepy you are. It's certainly been an eventful past few days. That coupled by your bad habit of staying up to reading the books you borrowed has created an exhausting routine. Your mind drifts off. You remember last night. Your wings rustle as you reminisce of your flight, soaring through the cold air, your heart as elated as your body. You think of the Doctor's laugh.

It was a pleasant sound.

Almost pleasant enough to make me forget.

I'd like to make him laugh again to hear it once more.

You close your eyes, leaning against the silk wall of the carriage. The clopping of the horses and soft churn of the carriage lull you to sleep.

Your travels last three days. By the time you arrive at your destination, you are eager to get off the carriage. You now understand Dottore's disdain of such rides. Riding for that duration is almost as bad as being bedridden. It makes you stir crazy.

You’d much prefer to fly.

At Mondstadt's border, you take a short boat ride to Musk Reef. You hadn't expected it to be such a tiny island. The wind whistles as the waves roll in soft tides against the shore. As your feet rests on the warm sand, you stretch your wings out, looking towards the night sky. It's been so long since you've been able to clearly see the stars.

"Ah! Finally!" Dottore exclaims. "Traveling is such a hassle. Could you imagine the time we'd save if we could simply teleport?"

It's then that a group of treasure hoarders encroach your vision. Their weapons are drawn. Though their faces are obscured, there is an aggressive glint in their eyes.

“My, my, what have we here?” Dottore drawls, amused.

"Hey! Fatui!" Their leader shouts. "We were here first. Scram!"

You glance at Dottore.

“Looks like you're not the only one drawn to the Abyss, Doctor.”

The Doctor grins, unfazed by the drawing men. Dottore places his hands cockily on his hips, tilting his body back loftily.

“Gentlemen! There is no need to fight. It would be much more logical to lay down your weapons and scurry away," Dottore sneers. "Unless you’d like to be exterminated like the rats you are.”

The treasure hoarders pause and look at one another, considering Dottore's words. You pray that they'll leave without a fight. You know this will not end without bloodshed. However, their leader soon charges you two and the rest follow. The Doctor snaps his fingers. Two mechanical weapons whirl to life from his messenger bag. They clunk and shudder, aimed at their assailants. One shoots a pyro concentrated beam straight through the closest treasure hoarder’s head. He crumples like a marionette whose strings have been cut.

Dottore shoulders shake slightly as he continues to giggle. You stiffen as you are reminded of events past.

He sounds the same as when I tried to escape.

You take a shaky breath. Seeing the Doctor so obviously unhinged is a stark reminder of your predicament. How your companion is unpredictable. How he could be cold and cunning one second and rabid at your throat the next. How he found pleasure in others’ suffering.

But I still stay by his side.

…I have my reasons.

Dottore throws his head back, his laughter maniacal.

“Hahaha! It's almost as if you don't value your mediocre lives at all!”

The Doctor tilts his head towards you, smirking.

“Let’s dispose of this vermin quickly, shall we?”

“I-”

You knew this was inevitable.

After all, death follows the Doctor.

Just be glad it isn’t yours.

You clench your teeth as you unsheathe your dagger. You remember Dottore’s words.

Your morals will only destroy you. You’ve hurt and will continue to hurt others. That’s the path of a scholar.

You wanted to deny such things. You wanted to deny such a fact. However, you know you can not remain blind forever. You cannot escape this reality. You cannot seek truth yet try to run each time you are faced with an unpleasant fidelity. So you attack.

Kill or be killed. Hunt or be hunted. Just like the passenger pigeons of Khaenri'ah. You are either the predator or the prey in this world.

You jump at the nearest treasure hoarder, slicing his neck cleanly through his jugular. He chokes on his own blood, a sick gurgling noise emitting from his open throat as he falls. His companion reels back, throwing a cryo potion at you. You spread your wings, gracefully sliding out of the way as your fingers grasped one of your throwing knives.

You throw it. The cold metal lodges into the man's inner thigh. He cries out painfully, instinctively pulling out of the blade. Blood pours out of the wounded artery, running rapidly down his leg. You stand over him watching as he keels over, bleeding out. He twitches weakly for a moment before becoming completely still. You pant, your eyes watching the crimson liquid pool at your feet.

So little birdie, what will it be? Will you die like your ancestors or be the hunter?

Their leader tackles you from behind. You're taken by surprise and tumble to the ground. You both roll in the grass, clawing at one another, vying for dominance. You manage to pin him down. You raise your dagger.

No… I will not die out like my ancestors.

If you must kill, then so be it, but you would not be extinguished. You would not be erased from this world so easily. Not by mortals, not by Celestia, not by another Messenger. You would not give this cruel world the satisfaction of your destruction.

Yet I allow one person to destroy me over and over.

But that is different.

You bring the knife down. Once, twice, thrice. His body lays limp. An awful silence spreads across Musk Reef. Not even the wind blows. You straighten up, breathing heavily. Your hands and dagger are stained with blood. Whose? You couldn’t tell.

Murderer.

Dottore puts his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him with a listless expression. You try to say something but the words are caught in your throat. You feel empty…Yet this emptiness weighs even heavier than any previous despair in your chest.

Despite this, Dottore ruffles your hair. He beams at you with delight.

“Look at you! I barely needed to get my hands dirty-- you are absolutely wonderful at the slaughter!" He chuckles. "To think that you were once so idealistic and against such things,my darling. I cannot help but feel a modicum of pride.”

You wipe the blood off your dagger. Your eyes drift to the ground. You want to protest, to apologize to corpses that cannot accept such words, to scream that you didn’t mean this, that you were only following orders.

The smell of blood is awful.

“The path of a scholar is the bloodiest,” You whisper.

Dottore's smile widens.

"That's my little birdie," The Doctor simpers. "Though, the fact remains: these men meant to take advantage of us-- to exploit our situation for their gain. They were asking to die. Now they are nothing more than a gruesome display of power.”

Dottore gestures towards a small cove ahead of you.

“Now come, let’s get what we’ve come for.”

"Yes, Doctor."

You approach the circular structure in the middle of the island. It's huge, towering over both you and Dottore. A four-pointed sigil is engraved on top. You both stand in front of it, reaching your arms out and touching the cold stone. The ground rumbles. When you look back at the monument, you find that the once empty circle has become a portal. A window to the Abyss. An opening to the unknown. You stare at the inky blackness, swirling with energy.

Dottore reaches his hand towards you.

“Shall we?”

You nod, clasping your fingers in his.

With that, you and the Doctor disappear into the darkness. It swallows you whole.

You're instantly teleported someplace else.

You examine your surroundings. What appears to be an abandoned city is in disrepair and eerily empty. It almost reminds you of a tainted version of Celestia. Your skin crawls. You weren't in Teyvat anymore.

The inverted nature of the Abyss makes the spiraling stairs seem to be going up as you descend further. The walls are covered in intricate designs that swirl and blur into one. Despite its mysterious beauty, you can't shake off the looming darkness in the Abyss. There is a crushing, horrifying presence in this empty expanse--as if the Abyss was an entity in of itself.

And you were in the belly of the beast.

You spot an occasional glitter in various crevices as you pass by large pillars and dark corners. You suppose those treasure hoarders were planning to brave the Abyss for the potential treasure down here. But that is not what you are here for. Instead, the Doctor stops in front of a fountain. It spouts a mysterious purple liquid, thick and glittering with what seems to be a thousand stars. Dottore takes a deep breath.

“This is it. Pure, abyssal energy.”

“Indeed.”

The Doctor reaches into his bag, taking out a pair of protective gloves and a few empty vials. You leave him to his work, walking further down the corridor. Perhaps it is morbid curiosity, but you find yourself walking further down the dim corridor, deeper into the Abyss.

You suddenly stop, observing a statue of a young man, hooded and winged.

Why is it upside down?

Mysterious energy swirls around it. You don’t know why, but you are inclined to touch it. Against your better judgment, you slowly stretch your hand out. As soon as your fingers touch the mysterious statue, the stone dissolves into foreign black liquid quickly turning into a black, murky mass that envelops the ground around you.

What…?

You hiss in pain, quickly stepping back. You examine your arm, covered in the liquid. It seeps into your skin, glowing faintly before disappearing. You stumble, trying to escape the black pool. It’s futile; you can feel yourself slipping, sinking into its clutches. Dottore turns, only just noticing the chaos. The Doctor drops the vial he’s holding. It shatters against the floor as he jumps up, clutching his bag as he rushes towards you.

“Y/N!”

You try to call for Dottore, but only silence escapes your mouth. Your fingers graze his for just a moment before you feel yourself falling. You wildly flap your wings but you seem to be unable to fly in the Abyss. Your stomach lurches into your throat as you rapidly descend. Deeper and deeper into the void you fall until you hit a hard surface.

Thunk.

You groan, standing up. You look around. The landscape is empty and vast, stretching far beyond what your eyes can see.

“At first I thought you were my sister. I found it rather odd. After all, she still has 200 years of slumber.”

You whip around.

A young man your height stands behind you. He has long, blonde hair that falls in a neat braid by his side. A white and gold scarf is wrapped around his neck. His sword is drawn, but is not pointed towards you-- yet. He stares at you with glittering, gold eyes. You once again unsheathe your dagger.

“Where is the Doctor?”

The mysterious man raises an eyebrow.

“That man you were with? Probably on the Musk Reef shores…looking for you,” He folds his arms. “I took the liberty of… escorting him out of my domain.”

Your mind is swirling with questions. Where were you? Who was this person? What did he mean by his domain?

At least the Doctor is safe.

“Who are you?”

“I am the Aether. The Prince of the Abyssal Order,” Aether responds. “I know who you are, Heavenly Messenger. The Abyss keeps close tabs on Celestia and its beings.”

“Then you should know that I am no longer affiliated with Celestia.”

Aether raises an eyebrow, before slowly smiling.

“Hmph. How unprecedented.”

Aether gestures towards the Abyss around you.

“Most individuals who venture here are instantly consumed by the darkness. Do you know why you and the Doctor were not swallowed whole by the Void Realm?”

You shake your head.

“It is because the Abyss attracts those with extreme ambition but it latches onto those who fester in chaos.”

You lower your weapon, just a bit. Your mouth forms a surly frown.

“Why are you telling me this?”

In an instant, Aether appears before you, teleporting through the thin air. Before you can react, he grabs your right arm tightly, holding it up. You try to break out of his grip, but the man is much stronger than you.

“You come from the Light Realm, yet the Void has a strange liking to you. You and It have fused. The Abyss now runs in your veins.”

Is that what that black liquid was?

You start to panic. The thought of something so foreign in you makes you dizzy. You rip your arm out of Aether’s hand, gazing at it. It looks the same as before. You clench your arm, your nails digging into your skin.

“It’s best to accept it. You can’t fight what’s already been done. Just like fate,” Aether states, seeing your apparent fear. “Which is why I would like to give you a choice.”

You narrow your eyes.

“A choice?”

“Yes. You could return to the mortal realm with your companion. Or you could stay here. Join the Abyssal Order. Fight against Celestia. You would thrive here, but,” Aether continues. “The choice is yours, fallen messenger.”

You bite your lip.

All this time, I blamed the gods, I blamed everyone…but when I think about it, the only thing that remains constant in my misery is me. Because of this, I can't help but wonder if things are always my fault.

You ball your fists.

But I'm tired of taking blame for decisions I do not choose. So I will choose… what I want.

I choose the path of a scholar.

“I would like to go back.”

Aether’s eyes flicker.

“Interesting. Though, I am not entirely surprised,” He sighs. “I must warn you. Those intertwined with the Abyss are fated for despair. Greatness, yes, but despair nonetheless.”

If I loathe myself already, I will do loathsome things. If I blame myself already, I will give myself things to be blamed for.

Aether tilts his head.

“Are you willing to suffer because of your choice?”

You give him a wry smile.

“I am no stranger to suffering.”

Aether nods. He outstretches his hand. An orb of light encapsulates you.

“Very well. Farewell, stranger. We may meet again,” He pauses before smiling once again. “If you are still alive by the time she wakes up, I hope you meet my sister.”

Whoosh.

A blinding light. When you open your eyes once again, you find yourself back on the beach. Dottore rushes over to you. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him so scared. He grabs you by the shoulders, gripping you tightly.

“There you are! Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

“Stop! You’re crushing me!”

You make a small noise of displeasure as you wiggle out of his hold, straightening up. You shake your head. You won’t tell him what happened. You won’t tell him of Aether. You won’t tell him that the Abyss has cursed you.

Would he abandon you if he knew?

You didn’t want to risk it.

"I'm fine. I just got…lost,” Your eyes rest on his bag. “Did you get the samples?”

“Obviously but-” Dottore turns, glowering. “You need to be more careful. I’m glad you managed to come back though.”

You smile.

"Of course I did."

“My dear, we’ve been over this already. We’re here for scientific purposes, not vacation.”

You pout.

“But Doctor! When will we get another chance to explore the City of Freedom?”

Mondstadt. It is certainly a quaint place, however there is a feeling of carefreeness and adventure that delights you in a way you couldn’t quite describe. You revel in it and let the wind uplift your spirits.

It makes you forget the horrors you experienced the night prior.

Dottore sighs. He flips through the journal, studying it as he rests his elbow on the alchemy table.

“An alchemy table as rudimentary as this will only let me refine these samples so far…” He murmurs. The Doctor fishes through his bag, carefully placing the vials on the table. You peer at the table, tilting your head curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Abyssal energy in this concentrate is much too unstable. I’m trying to reduce them to a safer form,” Dottore eyes you. “We’re essentially transporting explosives at this point.”

“Can I watch?”

“Absolutely.”

“Will this take long?”

“No.”

“So… afterwards can we walk around the city?”

Dottore pursues his lips, turning towards you. You know that under that mask, he’s glaring at you.

“If I say yes, will you stop being so incessantly annoying?”

“Probably.”

“Then fine. Just… just let me work,” Dottore utters in an exasperated tone.

You nod, satisfied with that answer. The alchemy table glows a faint blue as the Doctor starts. After a few minutes and a couple strings of curses, the vials on the stone surface finally dissipate from a dark purple to a deep violet. Dottore holds one up, examining it. He shakes his head.

“Not quite adequate enough but it’ll have to do.”

“Ah, a Fatui Diplomat. How surprising.”

You both turn to see an emotionless man standing behind you, arms folded. His pale blonde hair is tied in a messy ponytail. He wears a long, white coat over a dark blue shirt. Attached to his collar is a small, geo vision illuminating faintly. Dottore quickly slides the vials into his bag.

“And who are you?” Dottore asks, curtly.

The man smiles softly, bowing.

“My apologies. Where are my manners? My name is Albedo, newly appointed head alchemist and investigator of the Knights of Favonius.”

Dottore crosses his arms. You can tell he does not want to speak to this man. You observe Albedo closely.

There is something off about him.

“Ah, an alchemist. Well, we were just using this table for some basic work-- nothing of interest unless you wanted to help us.”

Albedo’s smile falters a bit before he gives a small laugh, as if he’s almost amused by the Doctor’s audacity.

“No, that is not why I am here. I was called after a couple outriders reported seeing Fatui members near Musk Reef. I didn't believe them at first. I thought that the Knights and the Fatui had agreed that any Fatui entering the region would report their presence to the Grand Master,” His eyes glint mysteriously. “Surely, a Harbinger such as yourself should have known that.”

From the corner of your eye, you can see Dottore tense a bit. He plasters a smile on his face.

“It must have slipped my mind. Such bureaucratic procedures are such a hassle for someone as important as I,” Dottore remarks. “But I assure you we know nothing of last night’s sightings… If there were any that is. After all, we only arrived in your city this morning.”

Albedo raises an eyebrow.

“How odd. Though I never said anything about last night,” The alchemist remarks.

Wow, he caught the Doctor’s lie.

Dottore realizes his slip of tongue. The Doctor frowns, his jaw clenching. You can feel his growing agitation. Albedo's smile returns. He dismissively waves his hand.

“Worry not, Harbinger. I will report yours and your assistant's attendance to the Grand Master in your stead. It is as you said, a man such as yourself must be busy with other affairs. What brings you to Mondstadt, anyways?”

Dottore leans against the alchemy table behind him.

“It is none of your concern, but since you continue to pester us-- My assistant and I are conducting our own investigation into recent Fatui disturbances in the vicinity.”

Albedo nods.

“I see. Well, I've reported Fatui Agents causing trouble near my lab in Dragonspine. For the Fatui to send such a high ranking member to settle such a small matter… No matter,” Albedo stops himself, shaking his head. “Enjoy your stay in Mondstadt.”

Dottore gives a half shrug.

“The Fatui take their duty seriously. Even a small disturbance like this cannot go unaddressed. But we will enjoy our stay, thank you very much.”

Albedo bows once more and leaves. You meet his eyes. They pierce yours; you can’t help but notice the three dots in his teal irises that greatly resemble the pattern on the alchemy table you were just using. You are surprised how intense they are, as if in that moment, he'd studied everything about you. Dottore stares intensely at the blonde-haired man as he walks away. You turn towards the Doctor once the alchemist disappears.

“That could’ve gone a lot better.”

Dottore shakes his head, clearly annoyed. “The Knights of Favonius… They’re so irksome. Though, it’d be wise to keep an eye on him. Let's go now."

The Doctor takes hold of your hand, leading you to the city gate, but you stop dead in your tracks. You cross your arms. He turns around.

“What?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He cocks his head.

“Not that I know of.”

You huff.

“You said we could walk around the city!”

Dottore thinks for a second, before a toothy grin crawls on his face.

“Did I now? I don’t remember that,” He implores, teasingly.

“Dottore!”

“Fine, fine. But make it quick. I have more important things to do.”

You grin, prancing ahead of Dottore, arms behind your back as you look in awe at this new place. The streets are bustling with merry people. You pass a few market stalls. One sells jewels from Liyue, another sells flowers. Something smells good from an outdoor restaurant. You look at the multiple windmills that dot the cityscape, their giant linen fans swirling round and round. A woman waves to you from the top of one. You wave back to her. If you could, you would've flown to her and examined the city from a bird eye’s view.

What a beautiful place. I wouldn’t mind living here.

Though, that is wishful thinking with the choices I’ve made.

You push away those thoughts. You did not want to be miserable right now.

You point towards a small pub.

“Do you drink, Doctor?”

Dottore grimaces.

“Not that Mondstadt rubbish. Dandelion wine is terrible.”

You continue your tour, reaching the top of the city. A grand church stands there. Several nuns walk around, sweeping the stairs or chatting with citizens. Children run about holding Windwheel Asters, red like the rooftops of Mondstadt’s town buildings. In the middle of the square is a huge statue of a hooded figure with wings. The Anemo Archon, Barbados. You feel your heart drop in realization.

This statue… It is the same as the one I saw in the Abyss.

What was such a thing doing down there, anyway?

Dottore sneers.

“All this effort for a being that doesn't care about mortal worms like them.”

“Still, his people must love him if they have such a large statue.”

“There's nothing worth worshiping about Archons, let alone the Anemo one,” Dottore snorts. “Now can we please get a move on?”

You take one last look at the statue.

Are archons just as disappointing as Celestia?

You walk back to Dottore. “Yes. Where are we off to now?”

Dottore smirks.

“Finally! I thought you'd never ask. I was thinking of that Albedo boy's words and I think I would like to visit his lab. The samples I refined are still unstable and relatively unsafe to transport. If I had more advanced tools, I could quickly fix that.”

“I doubt he’d let you use his lab.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

You glare at him.

“I would think someone like you was above breaking and entering.”

Dottore chuckles.

“Oh please, I’m not above anything. I simply do what’s needed.”

You roll your eyes. Still, you nod.

“Alright.”

With that, you two leave the city. The knights at the gate look at Dottore warily but nod their farewells to you. As you cross the stone bridge, you turn, looking at the peaceful residence one last time.

Dragonspine is visible from the City. You can see the tall, white mountain against the light blue sky from here. White clouds surround it. As you walk along the dirt trail, you stop occasionally to marvel at the different colorful flowers that line the grass. Dottore seems a bit annoyed with how many detours you take, but he allows them nonetheless. At some point, Dottore picks you a Sunsettia, which you eagerly eat. It’s sweet-- much more so than the fruit in Celestia. As you walk, a curious thought pops into your head.

“Doctor?”

“Yes?”

“Did you notice that the alchemist had a vision?”

“So?”

“Do you think you’d ever get one?”

Dottore looks down at you.

“Of course not. I don’t grovel at any Archon’s feet,” Dottore smirks. He chuckles. “Vision holders are just conceited tools of the gods.”

“Wouldn’t you want the power of a vision though?”

“And be indebted to the gods? I’d rather die.”

You ponder his words.

“I see.”

The temperature slowly drops as you near the mountain. By the time you reach the base of Dragonspine, your teeth are slightly chattering. It's bitter cold here, a juxtaposition from the near perfect weather in the city.

“Do you know where Albedo’s lab even is?”

Dottore shakes his head.

“Not for certain, but simple deduction can narrow it down,” The Doctor pulls out a map and a pen, circling two spots. “He mentioned a nearby Fatui camp causing trouble so we can make an educated guess and check locations near these camps.”

You study the piece of paper.

“Hmm… It’d be easier if we split up and rendezvous back here.”

“Excellent thinking. I’ll take the one to the east and you can take the one in the west,” Dottore hands you a second copy of the map after marking your location on it. You take it, giving it one last look, before making your way down the opposite path.

“And dear?”

You turn. “Don’t get lost this time.”

You nod.

“Yes, Doctor.”

With that, Dottore disappears into the snow. You spread your wings, flying the opposite direction. You view the map, carefully following it. It leads you to a small lake. Bits of ice float on top of the water. Next to it, a group of Fatui members sit by a fire. They seem to be cooking something. One of them is doing a silly dance as the others laugh.

Hmm… there’s the Fatui camp. So where is…

You look up and spy a rickety bridge leading up to a small cave. You flap your wings, flying above and landing at its entrance. You slowly enter it. Multiple lab equipment pieces are out, a fire crackles in the corner-- It’s as if the person who lives here only planned to step out for a moment.

This is no doubt Albedo's lab.

“Oh, it’s just you. Where’s your master?”

You jump a little at the voice and swiftly turn around. Albedo stands behind you, arms crossed.

“Not here,” You mutter. You shuffle uncomfortably, your hand twitches at your dagger.

Albedo blinks, frowning.

“Oh? And where might he have gone?”

The alchemist takes another step closer, his expression unreadable. Your hand grasps the hilt of your dagger. Albedo holds up his hands.

“Easy now. I have no intention of hurting you,” Albedo states. His voice is calm, almost hypnotic. “You are certainly an odd individual. Those wings are certainly not gliders. What is someone like yourself doing with a Harbinger?”

You take a step back as he gets closer. You glare at him.

“That’s none of your business.”

He pauses.

“I suppose. However, it’s impossible to not notice how defensive you are of a man who has quite a reputation. Do you know the atrocities he's committed? The people he experiments on, the suffering he’s caused, the lives he ruined?”

Albedo sees your expression. His tone softens a bit.

“From your face, I'm sure you've experienced it yourself. You don't seem cruel. Why do you stay with such a monster? Mondstadt would welcome you with open arms. It would be a much kinder life.”

You’re wrong. You don’t know what I’ve done.

“I’d appreciate it if you stepped away from my dear assistant, alchemist.”

Albedo smiles as he turns to face Dottore.

“There you are. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t fall for my trap,” Albedo gestures to his lab. “I didn't just casually drop pivotal information about my lab to someone such as yourself. I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to resist snooping around here-- especially when you're so far from your own place of study.”

Dottore enters the lab. He maintains a steady eye contact with the alchemist, carefully dissecting his every move.

“I must say, you are more clever than I thought. I find myself intrigued by you. Your breaths remain invisible to the eye despite the freezing temperatures here. It seems safe to hypothesize that you aren't a normal human.”

Albedo's eyes flicker at Dottore's observations. He laughs humorlessly.

“Astute observation, you are correct. Which leads to my equal interest in you.”

He points at the journal in Dottore's hand.

“That journal is the property of my Master. If you're already investigating the Abyss, then you've probably deciphered its content. Even still, I will be taking it.”

“No doubt this is how your 'master' created you, no?”

Albedo clenches his teeth, refusing to answer the Doctor’s question.

“The Art of Khemia is dangerous and frankly, one that should be forbidden. Though, I have trouble imagining that would mean anything to someone like The Doctor.”

Albedo raises his chin, his eyes meeting Dottore's. Dottore laughs.

“You’re quite right, forbidden knowledge is my forte. However, if you think you can-”

“You talk too much,” Albedo whispers. He suddenly lunges at Dottore, unsheathing his sword and attacking the Harbinger.

Dottore jumps out of the way, relinquishing his own weapon.

“Tut, tut. Such brutality hardly seems like an intelligent solution, my fellow researcher. And besides, what makes you think you can defeat me?”

Albedo doesn't answer. His blue eyes are focused only on the journal. Dottore attacks the alchemist with his projectile machinations. Albedo also dodges with ease. He’s a surprisingly talented swordsman.

“Are you really that arrogant, that you won’t even take this fight seriously?” Albedo mutters, swinging his sword. A sharp beam of light shoots at the alchemist, singing his coat as he swerves behind Dottore, about to strike with a geo-infused attack.

Shing!

A dagger whistles past Albedo. He barely has time to move as the blade slices through a sliver of his blonde bangs. Albedo whirls around to see you, holding another knife, ready to throw. He narrows his eyes.

Albedo raises his sword again, but before he can attack , a burst of elemental beam of energy hits him directly in the chest. He flies against one of the bookshelves. A loud crash echoes through the cave. Papers and books scatter around him. Albedo coughs in pain, struggling to get up.

Dottore saunters towards him, bending down and pulling Albedo up by the top of his hair. He meets the alchemist's blazing eyes. Albedo glares at him.

“Are you ready to talk like an adult now or are you going to continue this silly outburst?”

Albedo remains silent. Dottore continues.

“I must say, you performed quite well. You'd make such an interesting test subject, perhaps I should take you home with me.”

It’s then that Albedo lets out a dark chuckle. He looks at the Doctor, a triumphant smile on his pale face.

“A miscalculation on your part…I won't be going anywhere.”

With that, he releases a geo burst directed at the bag at Dottore's waist. The unstable Abyssal samples burst and a powerful explosion ricochets throughout the cave. You are blown back by the force. For a second, everything is black. When you come to, you squint through the dust and debris, coughing.

The room is absolutely destroyed. Albedo groans, standing up and brushing himself off. Miraculously, the journal is unscathed, laying on the ground in front of the alchemist. Your ears are ringing. Dottore lays motionless on the wooden bridge just outside the cave. Your blood freezes in your veins as panic overtakes you seeing the Doctor. Your eyes widen and you struggle to get up as quickly as you can. You stumble, still dizzy from the explosion, desperately trying to get to him. However, your eyes turn towards the journal laying in the opposite direction, then to the alchemist. Albedo meets your eyes.

You could live a much kinder life here.

There's a loud crash and you swerve around. Horror grips you as you see the wooden ledge Dottore's body rests on collapse. The platform and the Doctor fall to the snowy depths below. Your stomach drops with it. Before Albedo can react, you lunge at the journal, grabbing it. You stretch your wings, plunging after Dottore.

You swear the last gaze Albedo gives you is one of pity.

You squint as you fly through the thick snow until you see the lake at the bottom. Stray bits of wood and ice float on its light blue surface. Without thinking, you dive headfirst into the icy water. The freezing temperatures hit you instantly, stealing the air right from your lungs. Your chest burns as your breaths implode within you. You gasp, choking out a few bubbles.

You force your eyes open, scanning the depths. You make out his body rapidly sinking. You never were a strong swimmer. You struggle, reaching out and grasping his hand. Once you do, it takes all your might to pull Dottore to the surface, a feat only manageable due to sheer will and adrenaline.

You pull the Doctor’s body to the snowy surface. He lays completely still. You rip off his mask. His eyes are closed. Despite being soaked to the bone, your mouth goes completely dry. You can hear your heart beat loudly in your ears. You tremble from the cold and fear.

No, no, no, no, no.

You dig in his bag, desperately looking for something-- anything-- to help. It’s then that you see the same serum he'd used on you last time. You pull out a small vial of thick, green liquid and a syringe.

How does he do this?

You grit your teeth, shakily drawing the medicine from the vial. You flick the syringe a few times. You scan the side of his neck, finding a light blue vein. With trembling fingers, you insert the needle into his cold flesh, pushing on the plunger as hard as you can. You check for Dottore's pulse. You can faintly feel something and you sigh with relief.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. Dottore sits up, coughing and spitting out water.

It's then you realize how much you actually care for this monster of a man.

When did it happen?

For a second, you want to laugh.

No matter how hard I push you away, I can’t help but be pulled towards you. What a cruel twist of fate that I see my purpose in you. That my identity has become wrapped with yours.

Dottore groans. His mask is still off as he looks at you. His face is deathly pale, his blue hair wet against his skin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dottore asked. “What happened?”

You sniff, the tears welling in your eyes.

“You’re…” You start, but trail off. You let out a choked sob, instantly wrapping your arms around Dottore, crying.

“You… I thought you died… I was so scared!”

You who destroyed me… I can't help but seek salvation and warmth in you despite knowing you will destroy me over and over. This twisted relationship...

This isn't love.

That's fine.

But it’s all I have left.

Please don't leave me.

Your gesture takes the Doctor by surprise. He tentatively wraps his arms around you. Dottore gives a weak laugh.

“There, there, my little birdie. I’m not going anywhere.”

I was so scared to lose myself. So much so that I didn’t realize that I had already lost myself.

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#fic: dead doves do not mourn #dottore #dottore x fem!reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #fatui harbingers #dead dove #cross posted on ao3 #genshin impact

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