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anyasathenaeum · 1 year

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*KICKS DOWN DOOR* YOU ASK FOR ERIKS AND I SHALL INDULGE ok so what im gonna need is some where the reader thinks Vash (they were dating before everything went to shit) is dead until they blow into town with Woofboy and they do the whole Recognition thing yknow. Ok and so after all the Bad Shit gets dealt with and they have a moment alone to talk, he thinks that they're not gonna be in love with him anymore after all this time and might even be pissed at him for sort of "abandoning" them but they just express nothing but joy at having him back in their arms again and how they're soulmates and sappy stuff like that and its very sweet and emotional and raw because they missed each other so so much. And if you sprinkled just a little spice at the end I wouldn't mind cuz the long hair and stubble is so sexy on that man. Maybe it would be great part 2 bait idk I don't wanna put too much on you. Might be best to play that by ear.

Sorry this is so long I got excited when I saw ur post ily bye.

Across Time and Space (Part 1)

A/N: HECK YEAH ANON I AM SO HERE FOR THIS. ERIKS!VASH HURT COMFORT LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I'm mostly going off of 98!Eriks with some Stampede!Eriks mixed in hehe and this is gonna have to be split into 2 parts because I'm INSPIRED. This part is mostly set up and some hurt in the hurt/comfort part of things. :P Read the continuation in part 2 here!

Pairing: Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Some slight violence, mention of nudity, literally just going off episode 18 of Trigun so potential spoilers, potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, the "hurt" part of "hurt/comfort"

You brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the glaring sunlight as the tiny town came into view, the bus you were on finally arriving after what felt like an eternity and a half.

"Remind me again why we chose to come to this tiny town, Wolfwood," You grumbled under your breath, grabbing your backpack and strapping it to your back as you started to get ready to disembark from the bus.

"Cause we gotta see if we can find the Humanoid Typhoon here," The priest replied, shooting you a smile that you couldn't bring yourself to return.

"Vash is dead, Wolfwood," You snapped back, your heart tightening in your chest as you said his name for what felt like the first time in forever, "He's dead, and we're not finding him."

Wolfwood just stayed silent, watching you carefully as you let out a deep sigh, rubbing your face with your hands, trying desperately to brush off the pain that the mere thought of Vash had brought you.

Wolfwood wasn't a fool - he knew you and Vash had been in love with each other. He knew that you and Vash were more than friends, that Vash was everything to you. Wolfwood remembered how you seemed to stop living after the disaster in the city of July, when the city was turned into a crater and Vash was nowhere to be found. You had watched the man you loved fall from the sky and the city cave in on itself in a massive explosion of energy - there was no way Vash could've survived that.

When Vash died, so did you. You existed, sure - you walked and talked and drank and ate, but you had stopped living. It was heartbreaking to watch - both Wolfwood and Meryl couldn't stand to see you so broken, but nothing they did could bring Vash back. And so, you became silent, closed-off, and you never smiled anymore.

"I'm sorry, Wolfwood. I just... don't see the point in hoping for what can't be," You apologized, your voice quiet as you stared down at the floor, your heart aching in your chest as Vash's smiling face appeared in your mind.

Wolfwood sighed a bit and just stepped forward, throwing his arm around your shoulder casually. However, when he spoke, his tone was surprisingly gentle.

"It's okay. You're still hurting, (Y/N). Let's just get off this bus and settle in, yeah?"

You nodded, pulling up your hood to cover your head as you followed Wolfwood off the bus, shoving through all the people who were fighting to get on the bus you had just arrived on.

"What the hell is all that about?" You muttered, glancing at Wolfwood in confusion as you both watched the crowd of people swarming the bus, many of them shouting at the driver to let them on.

"No clue, but I have a feeling we'll find out real soon," Wolfwood replied, his shades glistening in the sunlight as he turned his head, gesturing towards a building not too far away, "Let's start at the saloon. If anybody's got information, they'll likely be there."

You just nodded and followed Wolfwood, keeping your head down and your face hidden - you didn't feel like starting a conversation with anybody who recognized you as new to the town.

However, that plan immediately went out the window the moment you and Wolfwood stepped foot into the saloon, as you suddenly found every person in the saloon pointing their guns at the two of you. You let out a stifled yelp and threw your hands up, your heart beating fast in your chest. You heard Wolfwood let out a small sound just like you had, his hands up in the air, too, sweating slightly as he glanced around.

Thankfully, after a few seconds, the townsfolk decided you weren't a threat and lowered their weapons. With that, you and Wolfwood slowly approached the bar, and you could hear Wolfwood chatting with the bartender. As he did, you walked over to the window of the saloon, gazing at the people walking by and watching the mob chasing after the bus you had arrived on.

'Man, what a weird place,' You thought to yourself, 'Feels so tense here.'

Suddenly, you watched the ground near the bus explode, sending people flying through the air and causing Wolfwood to exclaim, "What happened over there?"

The bartender explained that the town was overrun with bandits, and then you heard the name "Vash the Stampede" escape his lips and your heart just about stopped in your chest. However, you immediately recognized that the kind of violence being orchestrated by this gang being run by "Vash the Stampede" was everything Vash opposed. There was no way this was Vash's doing.

'Like it matters, he's been dead for almost two years anyway,' You thought to yourself bitterly, your mouth pressing into a thin line. You weren't listening to whatever the bartender was telling Wolfwood, but you found yourself glancing over at the entrance as you heard the door swing open.

All the patrons immediately had their guns pointing at the intruders, which in this case, happened to be a tall man with long, blonde hair wearing glasses, holding a young girl with short, brown hair in what almost looked like a chokehold. You found yourself reaching for your own weapon, readying to fight the man until you heard the girl speak.

"Uh oh. Hey, what's the big idea you guys?!"

You jumped a little at how loud she was, and you heard the patrons mumbling to themselves, "Oh, it's only Lina."

"What do you mean "only Lina"?! Let go of me, Eriks!" The young girl, Lina, shouted, freeing herself from the grasp of the tall, blonde man who simply let her go and watched her walk towards the bar, his expression surprised.

"Lina, what's the big hurry?" The bartender asked as the girl walked over, standing right next to you and Wolfwood. You studied the girl carefully, deciding that she couldn't be older than 12 at the most.

'She's very brave, I gotta give her that,' You thought to yourself, your lip twitching upwards a bit.

"I was wondering if you could hide me somewhere," Lina asked, a sheepish smile on her face as she asked.

The bartender looked a bit concerned as he inquired, "What did you do this time?"

"She doesn't know when to quit."

You jumped out of your skin at the sudden, new voice - the tall, blonde man, Eriks, had walked up to the bar without you noticing. You physically jumped, your hood falling from your head and revealing your face, not that it mattered - you weren't trying to hide anymore.

"Oh, sorry! Did I scare yo-?" Eriks began to apologize, turning to look at you as he did so, but his sentence died in his mouth as he looked at your face, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

"It's okay," You let out a jittery half-chuckle, just trying to recollect yourself, "I just didn't hear you walk up to the bar, just startled me a bit."

Eriks didn't say a word - he just continued to look at you, his eyes almost owlishly wide. You couldn't decode the expression on the man's face, and you began to feel uncomfortable at the level of intensity in his gaze.

"Um... is something wrong?" You asked, your voice making it clear that you were becoming uncomfortable.

That was enough to snap Eriks out of whatever stupour he was in, with him shaking his head a bit as though trying to clear it, his tone a bit embarrassed, "S-Sorry! No, nothing's wrong, you just... you look like somebody I knew once."

You found yourself wanting to smile a bit, but the words struck pain into your heart again and you just nodded, your lips pressing into a thin line once again.

"I see."

The man, Eriks, let out a nervous laugh before extending his hand to you for you to shake, "I'm Eriks. Sorry about startling you...?"

It was clear he was asking for your name. You just extended your hand and took his, shaking it firmly, "(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

You thought you felt Eriks' grip on your hand falter for half a moment, but you brushed it off - probably nothing of note.

"N-Nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Eriks replied, his voice breaking slightly. He was evidently very, very nervous.

"Are you okay?" You asked bluntly, "You look ready to pass out."

Eriks just nodded before letting your hand go, "Y-Yeah! I'm good, I'm fine. Just, um... Lina's in trouble."

You didn't entirely buy that sudden excuse, but you decided to go with it, "Uh oh, what did she do?"

That's when you heard Lina explaining that she thumped a bandit across the face and that the bandit was coming after her.

"What are you telling me?" The bartender asked, his voice full of worry and his expression becoming one of horror, "Oh, my dear..."

"Yeah... I'm afraid so," Lina confirmed, leaning on the bar with a sad expression on her face, "And they weren't real happy about it. But, at least I don't think they saw me come in here."

The bartender immediately began to yell, and before you had a second to process what was happening, the wall next to you exploded, causing you to cry out as you got thrown across the room.

"Hey... I wasn't done eating yet," You heard Wolfwood complain, and you groaned as you sat up from the floor where you'd landed. You could've laughed at the image of Wolfwood holding his knife and fork over his plate, which was now crushed by a piece of broken wall.

"(Y/N)! You okay?"

You looked up to see Eriks standing above you, offering you his hand to help you up, which you took gladly.

"Yeah, I'm okay," You replied, brushing yourself off as you got to your feet, wincing slightly as your back ached from the impact, "I'm probably badly bruised, but I don't think anything's broken."

The look of relief on Eriks' face didn't feel like it matched what it should've been for a stranger he had just met - he looked relieved as he would look if you had been one of his closest friends. It was weird.

However, before you had a moment longer to think about it all, you heard yelling coming from outside the bar - the bandit who Lina had hit, yelling to give her up or that he'd shoot again if they didn't.

You grit your teeth, anger surging through your body - how dare this bandit threaten a child? She may be feisty and fiery, but she was still just a child. You grabbed your weapon and began to walk towards the hole in the wall, but somebody stopped you in your tracks, putting their arm out in front of you - Eriks.

"No, wait. Let me handle this," He spoke, his voice quiet but very sure. A surge of familiarity coursed through you - where had you heard this before? That tone... that calmness... it unsettled you as you knew you'd heard it before, but where? You couldn't pin it.

That split second of you being thrown off by the sudden feeling of déjà-vu was all Eriks needed before he walked out of the bar, his hands in the air, trying to appease the bandit and stop him from doing further damage to anybody or anything.

"Wolfwood," You mumbled, coming up to the priest, "Is it just me, or does Eriks feel... familiar to you?"

The priest just looked at you carefully, "Familiar? Familiar how?"

"I don't know," You confessed, "Just... the way he spoke to me just now reminded me of-"

Your eyes widened and your words died on your lips as you realized exactly who Eriks had reminded you of.

Vash.

You didn't need to say anything - Wolfwood could see the immediate look of shock on your face, the realization dawning on you. You could feel your breathing picking up and your heart rate was starting to go through the roof - why did Eriks sound so much like Vash? Hadn't you suffered enough? To lose Vash once was agony. But to be reminded of him now? It was unbearable.

"Woah, (Y/N), woah, calm down, breathe. You need to breath."

You could hear Wolfwood's words, but you couldn't understand them, couldn't process them. You were bordering on a full-blown panic attack. The world suddenly became quieter, all sounds muted, as though you were underwater. You couldn't process anything else going on around you right now. All you could do was stumble to your feet and run to the hole in the wall of the saloon, your eyes landing on the blonde man who reminded you so much of the love of your life.

You didn't really understand what was happening - you could vaguely hear the tones and timbre of Eriks' voice and the voice of the bandit, but you couldn't make out the words. You watched as Eriks bowed to the bandit all the way to the ground, trying to apologize on Lina's behalf and diffuse the situation, but it apparently hadn't been enough.

The bandit yelled something at Eriks, to which he apparently agreed. To your surprise, you watched as Eriks suddenly... began to take off his clothes?

"W-What?" You mumbled, not understanding what was happening. All you could make out was the sound of Lina crying next to you, and Wolfwood comforting her as Eriks defended her, even at the cost of his pride.

When you looked back at Eriks, you suddenly felt as though you had been hit by a truck.

Those scars... that body... the missing arm replaced with a prosthetic...

All you heard before the ground came up to meet you and the world went black around you was the sound of Wolfwood exclaiming your name - "(Y/N)!".

You don't know how long you'd been unconscious for, but when you found yourself waking up, you didn't recognize your surroundings. You were in a rather large room, laying on what could've only been a hospital bed, right next to a large window. There were no other beds or patients in the room with you - it was just you. And-

"Morning, sweetheart."

You jumped, turning to see Wolfwood sitting at your bedside, a smirk on his face as his cigarette dangled between his lips crookedly.

"W-Wolfwood," You spoke, your voice strained, "W-What-?"

"You dropped like a stone," Wolfwood explained, standing from his chair and walking over to sit right next to you on your bed, "You saw Eriks' scars and I guess the realization of who he was was just too much for you to handle. Can't say I'm surprised, it's not every day you learn that supposedly dead love of your life isn't actually dead."

Wolfwood just grinned at you, but you just sat there, unmoving, eyes staring forward like you were a statue, not really seeing whatever you were looking at. The memories of what had preceded your passing out came back to you in flashes, and before Wolfwood could continue speaking, you were suddenly sobbing as you had never sobbed before.

All the pain, the sadness, the grief, the loneliness, the feeling of having part of you missing for so long overwhelmed you, making you feel every bit of emotion you had been repressing over the past two years. You sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, crying your eyes out as you buried your face into your knees, unable to comprehend what was happening. Surely you were dead, or dreaming, because there was no way that Vash was really alive.

Unless...

"I'll leave you be," You heard Wolfwood say gruffly, before he stood up, patting your back and leaving you alone to confront your emotions.

After that, Wolfwood walked over to another patient's room - that of Eriks, or rather, Vash the Stampede. He had already spoken to Vash earlier, telling him about the fact that Millions Knives was still at large, but now... this was going to be a very different conversation.

Wolfwood didn't even bother knocking, just letting himself right into Vash's room, walking over to where the blonde young man sat in his bed.

"You know, I'm surprised you didn't straight up kill (Y/N)," Wolfwood started, a small smirk on his face as he sat next to Vash, who was just watching him carefully. He watched Vash's expression become one of concern the moment your name left Wolfwood's lips.

"What do you mean?" Vash asked, eyebrows furrowing at Wolfwood's statement - the last Vash saw of you was when he stopped you from taking on the bandit yourself, and you were fine, then.

Wolfwood sighed, "(Y/N) saw your scars, Stampede. It was too much for them to handle and they passed out cold. Smacked their head pretty bad on the way down, but that was my bad, I didn't expect them to go down."

"What?!" Vash exclaimed, his blue eyes widening in worry. He immediately began to try to get out of his bed, but Wolfwood stopped him.

"(Y/N)'s spent the last two years grieving you, Vash. They believed you were dead. This is a bigger shock than you know. They heard nothing from you and the last thing they saw of you was when July city imploded on itself."

Vash's eyes somehow managed to widen even more, and tears were beginning to well in them as Wolfwood explained the situation to him. Wolfwood told him everything he knew - about how you'd essentially become a living statue, not truly living beyond basic existence, about how broken you'd become, how closed-off and sad you were now. You'd been changed so badly that neither Vash nor Wolfwood were really sure if you'd ever rebound from this.

By the time Wolfwood was done explaining, Vash found himself crying silently, his heart torn to pieces at the thought of what this had done to you.

"They loved you more than anything, Vash," Wolfwood stated quietly, standing up as he went to take his leave for the second time that day, "I think you owe them an explanation and a very big apology."

With that, Wolfwood left Vash to his own thoughts, just as he had done to you earlier.

Vash sat there, just replaying everything Wolfwood had told him in his mind. He was telling the truth, Vash knew - he had seen the look on your face when he initially saw you as Eriks. Vash had been so taken aback by you when he took a good look at your face - you looked so much like yourself, but simultaneously so different.

Your face had new scars, and lines engraved in your skin from frowning and worrying rather than from smiling, as you used to in the past. Your expression was tired and somewhat empty, even as you greeted him, and your tone was dull and serious. And your eyes...

Tears began to course down Vash's cheeks freely, soft sobs escaping from his throat as pain jolted through him as he recalled your eyes.

Your eyes were utterly lifeless. Like you had died in every way except physically.

Vash had had to restrain himself from gasping loudly, sobbing his heart out and begging you for forgiveness when he'd looked at you for the first time in two years. He had wanted nothing more than to pull you into his embrace as he used to do before July then and there, but when you failed to recognize him, Vash knew that he couldn't do that to you.

'There's no way they still love me now,' Vash thought to himself, his pain intensifying and his cries becoming louder as he sobbed into his hands, 'I've destroyed them, too.'

You were the love of Vash's life. Nobody ever meant more to him than you did, and after the destruction of July city... Vash couldn't face you. He was a murderer, while you were innocent, pure, and good. He couldn't bring himself to look for you, or try to reach out to you, because he had wanted to keep you safe. Especially now that his bounty was 60 billion double dollars and everybody was hunting for him.

But when he saw you in that saloon... and he saw how damaged you'd become... he realized that he'd done had been wrong. So, so wrong. You'd loved him all that time, to the point where his supposed death broke you beyond repair, and it was all Vash's fault. In trying to protect you, he'd been the one to hurt you worse than anybody ever had before.

And now, he had to find the strength to face you. But how could he?

"Your gun! Give me your gun, hurry!"

Vash suddenly heard the frantic, panicked voice of Lina's grandmother, Grandma Sheryl, coming from downstairs. He focused in, wiping the tears off his face as he listened.

"It's Lina, they got her!"

The arguing continued, and Vash knew what he had to do then. Once he'd rescued Lina, he'd talk to you. He'd face you, and finally pay for his mistake.

As Vash dressed and exited his room, he found Wolfwood standing there, leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips once more.

"They got (Y/N), too, it seems like," Wolfwood stated, looking surprisingly calm despite having to deliver terrible news, "Guess they thought (Y/N) was a worthy hostage."

Vash's eyes widened, and his gaze hardened slightly, his heart twisting hard in his chest at the thought of you in danger - despite the two years that had passed, Vash still loved you more than anything in his life, and he still sought to protect you. He had thought of you every day, wondering where you were, what you were up to, if you'd missed him...

He had to rescue you and Lina as soon as possible.

With his teeth gritted and his gun holstered, Vash headed out with Wolfwood trailing in his wake.

"Then, let's go get them."

Wolfwood just smirked.

"There's the Stampede I used to know."

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04/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

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savanaclaw1996 · 9 months

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The Birth of Richard

Just a little story about life after Sariphi's coronation as queen, the stages of her pregnancy with Richard and Richard's birth. To be honest, I've got quite a fetish for fpreg and birthing stories, and it's kinda embarrassing to even mention it, hahaha...😅 Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,916 words.

Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness, swollen breasts, lactation, childbirth, episode 12 spoilers.

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Shortly after Sariphi was crowned the official Queen of the Beasts, life in Ozmargo had never been the same. Some of the beasts were still skeptical of having a human woman like Sariphi be their queen, but her kindness and sweet disposition quickly won them over.

Leonhart was happy that Sariphi had proved worthy enough to rule by his side. Then again, he had always known that she was worthy to be Queen of the Beasts.

After their marriage, everyone carried on with their lives as usual. But then, one year later, some changes had slowly begun to materialize. It all started one morning when Sariphi suddenly felt sick and threw up in a basin provided by the maids.

Sariphi tried to focus on her queenly duties, but she would often get dizzy and nauseous in between them. Cy, Clops, Amit, and Lanteveldt would often worry about how pale her face looked, and how she would sometimes pause her duties to throw up.

Eventually, Leonhart took notice of her getting sick and expressed his concerns. "My queen, are you ill?" he asked. Sariphi's shoulders shook as she panted, leaning over the vomit in the basin.

"So-Sorry, Leo," she sighed as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "I just got a bit nauseous." Leonhart frowned. If Sariphi is sick with something, then she'll need to rest. "Sariphi, I'll have the Head Priest look after you tomorrow." he said.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious." Sariphi said with an assuring smile. "It's probably just the flu or something." Despite seeing her smile, Leonhart couldn't help but worry about Sariphi's condition. "Don't take things like this so lightly, Sariphi." he said firmly.

"I do not intend to lose my new queen any time soon. If you truly are ill with something, then it's best that you get some rest and take better care of yourself." Sariphi nodded. "Okay, Leo." she said.

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And so, Sariphi was examined by the Head Priest. After a thorough medical examination, the Head Priest nodded. "It seems that your body is undergoing some changes, my queen." he said. Sariphi tilted her head in confusion. "What does that mean?" she asked.

The Head Priest smiled. "It means, my queen, that you are..."

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"P-PR-PREGNANT?!?!" Amit's screech echoed through the air. Amit has been worried that Sariphi might be suffering some sort of illness since she was constantly nauseous, but to hear Sariphi announce that she was actually pregnant... she was not prepared for that at all!

Neither were Cy and Clops, for Cy's eye was wide and Clops' mouth hung open. Even Lanteveldt was flabbergasted.

Sariphi nodded. "Yep. I was worried that it might be the flu or something, but the Head Priest said that I was actually suffering morning sickness." she replied. "And my body is preparing itself for my baby to develop."

Amit, Lanteveldt, Cy and Clops said nothing as they all stared at Sariphi with wide eyes. Sariphi looked at her friends with concern. "Guys, what's wrong?" she asked.

Then Amit burst into tears as she wrapped her arms around Sariphi's torso. "SARIPHI...!!!" she wailed joyfully. "Congratulations!!! You're going to be a mother!!!" Cy and Clops were equally as excited as they hopped up and down.

"Congratulations, Sariphi! We're so happy for you!!!" Clops cried. "Happy!" Cy squealed, tears streaming from his eye. Lanteveldt just scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Congrats, I guess?" he said.

Sariphi beamed. "Thank you!" she said. If she was being honest, she was excited to be a mother, but at the same time, she also felt pretty anxious. To actually be pregnant for the first time ever... that feeling felt very weird to her.

"I wonder how Leonhart will react to the news...? Would he be happy or... shocked?" she wondered. Most likely the latter. No doubt that Leonhart would be speechless once he finds out he's going to be a father.

She remembered their talk back at the waterfalls during their visit at Sarbul. Leonhart told her how since he was king, he was duty bound to produce an heir to the throne.

He also told her how his dying father, or rather, uncle expressed his deep loathing towards him because of his half-human blood and how he was terrified of passing on the same burden of his cursed blood towards his future offspring.

He even expressed how he was not confident that he could love a child born from his blood. Leonhart once loathed that weak and inferior human side of him. How it was a troublesome curse he didn't wish to pass on to his future offspring if he were to take a queen.

But Sariphi also remembered the next words he told her that night: "No matter what predicament my blood places my heirs in, if they are the children of our union, then I swear on my name, Leonhart, to defend them with all my body and soul."

She had prayed that that curse of his would one day be a blessing. And seems that day finally came true. Even after his whole kingdom discovered his human form, he fought hard to reclaim his kingdom and won back his people's trust.

Now he no longer held any fear of burdening his offspring with his human blood. Sariphi smiled. "I can't wait to tell Leonhart the wonderful news." she thought.

"Oh, Lady Sariphi, does His Majesty know about the wonderous news?" Amit asked. "No," Sariphi replied, "but I'll tell him tonight."

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Later that night, Leonhart returned to his bedchambers, exhausted from a day of work. Sariphi was sitting on the bed, smiling. "Good evening, Leo." she greeted him.

Leonhart noticed that Sariphi was smiling from ear to ear, which was rather strange. What did the Head Priest say to her to make her smile like that? "Sariphi, you look rather joyful tonight. What happened?" Leonhart asked.

Sariphi giggled. "Well, sire. The Head Priest told me that I'm going to be a mother." she said. Leonhart stiffened as his ruby-red eyes widened. Did he just hear her correctly? Did she say what he thought he heard her say? "Sariphi, repeat that one more time." he said.

"I visited the Head Priest, and he told me that I was actually suffering morning sickness, which is normal during the first stages of pregnancy." Sariphi replied joyfully. "That means I'm pregnant! Isn't it exciting? You're going to be a father, Leo!"

Leonhart said nothing as he stood still in his spot. His fur bristled as thoughts rushed through his mind. Sariphi looked at her husband with concern.

"Leo, are you okay?" she asked. "Are you...shocked?" She started to worry. "Oh, no! Was it too soon? I should've been more subtle on letting him know about my pregnancy. Maybe I should..."

Sariphi's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Leonhart suddenly approached her. Sariphi looked up at her large husband, seeing the unreadable expression on his face. "Leonhart...?" she asked. Leonhart said nothing as he tenderly embraced his wife's small frame.

"Sariphi..." he whispered as he rubbed his furry cheek against hers tenderly. "Leo...?" Sariphi asked as she looked at her husband's eyes. It was sometimes difficult to understand his facial expressions, but the look in his eyes told her that he was smiling with elation.

"Sariphi, I cannot tell you how deeply happy I am to be a father." Leonhart said. "I look forward to meeting our child when it is born." Sariphi smiled as she wrapped her arms around Leonhart's neck.

"I have no doubt that you'll be a wonderful father, Leo." Sariphi said. Leonhart nodded.

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Ever since Sariphi's pregnancy was announced, Sariphi had gone through many changes. Besides her morning sickness, she sometimes went through certain mood swings like crying over the littlest things and craving certain foods.

With each passing week, Sariphi's once-flat belly started to noticeably round out. As her belly grew, so did her breasts. They would get big, swollen and tender as they were filled with milk for her baby.

Poor Sariphi would moan in pain as she massaged her sore breasts. And since she started to lactate, she has to hold a large bowl under her breasts as the milk dripped down into it.

Ever her faithful friends and attendants, Cy and Clops stood by her side and tended to her. They even held up the bowl for Sariphi whenever she was lactating. Little by little, the bump on her belly started to grow bigger and bigger until she looked big and gravid.

She couldn't even count the times the unborn baby kicked and moved in her belly. Sariphi smiled. If the little baby can kick her, that proves that the baby will be born healthy.

Sariphi sometimes had trouble walking around the palace grounds. With her gravid stomach, she would only waddle short distances and get tired quickly. Carrying around a growing baby in your belly was certainly no easy task!

Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone. Cy, Clops, Amit, Lanteveldt, Anubis and even Leonhart himself kept constant watch over her and her unborn baby.

One day, Sariphi was in the gardens with Cy, Clops, Amit and Lantevelt having a little picnic. Little Tetra was there with them, enjoying her day together with her companions. Sariphi rubbed her round belly, smiling contently as everyone ate and talked.

Tetra looked at her round belly curiously. "Can I touch it?" she asked. Sariphi nodded. "Of course. Go ahead." she said. Tetra gently placed her little paws on Sariphi's gravid stomach.

When her mother Calra was pregnant was Calcara, she never had the chance to rub her stomach or listen to her unborn brother inside the womb. Now that she was able to listen to Sariphi's unborn baby inside her womb, it felt weird yet also exciting.

"Sariphi, how does it feel to be pregnant?" Tetra asked curiously. Sariphi let out a sigh. "Well, it's pretty difficult to explain. It feels really strange carrying a new life inside you." she said.

"But it's also exhilarating because I get to meet my child after it's born." Tetra tilted her head. "Really?" she asked. "I wonder how I would feel once I'm married and pregnant." she thought. Then suddenly, Sariphi let out a pained gasp.

Everyone stopped chatting and saw Sariphi clutching her gravid belly and groaning in pain. "Sariphi? What's wrong? Are you alright?!" Amit asked worriedly. "Sari!" Cy and Clops yelled, also feeling concerned.

"Lady Sariphi?" Lantevelt asked with wide eyes. Sariphi didn't respond. She started to pant laboriously before she turned to face her friends. "Sorry, guys." she apologized, trying to manage a smile, even though she was obviously in pain. "My stomach hurts..."

Amit then gasped. If Sariphi was in pain, that could mean only one thing... "Don't tell me...! Are you...?" she asked. As Sariphi tried to respond, there was a sudden loud pop!, and water spilled between Sariphi's legs. Amit gasped. "Sariphi, you're...!!!"

Sariphi groaned before she gasped as a painful contraction coursed through her. Amit immediately stood up. This was it! This was the time! "Sariphi's going into labor! That baby is coming!" she announced.

As soon as she said those words, Cy and Clops immediately started to panic. "WHAT DO WE DO?! WHAT DO WE DO?!" they cried as they ran in circles. Lanteveldt, however, remained calm.

"Calm down, you cannonballs." he said. "We'll get her to her bedchamber." Amit and Lanteveldt quickly but carefully helped Sariphi stand up and guided her towards her bedchamber. The trek was difficult, but they've managed to place Sariphi on her bed.

Amit then quickly summoned the priests and the midwife who was hired to aid Sariphi. Once everyone got into position, the labor process began.

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Leonhart was sitting on his throne when one of the palace vassals, a cat, quickly approached him. "Your Majesty! I bring urgent news! Lady Sariphi has gone into labor! She's giving birth to her baby right now!" he yelled.

Leonhart's eyes widened and he immediately stood up from his throne as soon as Clops' words reached his ears. He wasted no time as he rushed towards the bedchamber.

"Sariphi...!" he whispered anxiously, silently praying to the gods that she'll be alright.

Meanwhile, Sariphi panted and gasped in pain as she lay on her bed. Her forehead was wet, and her hair was sticky with perspiration as she struggled to push the baby out from her womb. The midwife was tending to her, wiping her forehead with a cold washcloth.

Another contraction shot though Sariphi's body, making her squeal with pain. She had never known that childbirth could be this painful. She had heard some stories about pregnant women going through painful labor, but never thought much about it since she was to be sacrificed.

Now that she was Queen of the Beasts, she's going through that exact moment of labor. And it was more painful than she had ever imagined it would be!

"Ohhhh, it hurts!" Sariphi cried out in pain. "Please hang in there, Sariphi! I'll be over soon!" Amit said, gripping her hand tightly. "You're crowning, Lady Sariphi! I can see the head! Push!" the midwife said. Gathering up reserves of her strength, Sariphi pushed.

Meanwhile, outside the bedchamber door, Lanteveldt leaned against the wall while Cy and Clops paced by the door nervously, listening to Sariphi's cries of pain.

"Oh, I hope she'll be okay! I wish we could help her in some way!" Clops said anxiously. "Help Sari." Cy added worriedly. "Chill out, you guys. Sariphi may not look it, but she's a tough woman." Lanteveldt said. "I'm sure that she'll tough it-"

A loud, shrill, agonized scream coming from the bedchamber quickly cut him off. Cy and Clops grew even more anxious. "SARI!!!" they wailed, fearing the worst.

Then they noticed Leonhart marching down the hallway towards the bedchamber door followed by Anubis. "Your Highness!" Lanteveldt exclaimed before he quickly bowed before Leonhart. "How is Sariphi?" he asked.

Cy and Clops approached him. "Your Majesty! Sariphi is still in labor!" Clops said. Leonhart didn't want to waste another second longer as he headed towards the double doors.

"Sire, wait! You mustn't! Men are forbidden to enter the birthing room!" Anubis said. Behind the bedchamber doors, they could hear Sariphi gasping in pain. "I must tend to Sariphi! I cannot stand idly by while she's in pain!" Leonhart said as he pushed the bedchamber doors open.

As he entered the room, the sound of an infant's wails reached his ears as he stared at the sight before him.

The midwife was carrying a crying white bundle in her arms. Sariphi was lying in bed, her pale face dotted with drops of sweat and panting heavily. "Sariphi!" Leonhart exclaimed as he quickly rushed to her side. "Sari!" Cy and Clops cried as they followed suit.

Sariphi didn't respond to their cries as she was too exhausted to lift her head. Leonhart knelt beside his queen and gently held her hand. "Sariphi?" he asked.

Sariphi wearily opened her eyes. "Leonhart?" she asked. She tried to get up, but she felt too tired to move. Leonhart gently helped her sit up. All the while, the little infant continued to wail. The midwife turned her attention towards Sariphi as she walked over towards the bed.

"Congratulations, Your Highness." the midwife said with a smile as she placed the swaddled infant into Sariphi's outstretched arms. "It's a boy. You have a healthy son."

Sariphi gently removed the blanket, revealing the baby's face. The little baby beast had soft fur as white as clouds, the same color as her hair, a tiny wet pink nose, soft tiny fluffy ears and two tiny little bumps on top of its head. The newborn beast waved its little paws as it wailed.

Sariphi smiled as joyful tears rolled down her cheeks. Her baby son was simply the cutest little thing she had ever seen. A symbol of her and Leonhart's love, a perfect mixture of both her and him.

Sariphi held her newborn son close to her chest. Hearing his mother's heartbeat, the baby beast's wails softened into whimpers. He then reached his tiny paws out to her. Sariphi gently pressed her thumb against her son's little pink paw pads.

Soft and squishy, just like Leonhart's, she thought. Leonhart gazed down at his newborn son with a mixture of curiosity, pride and joy. He could hardly believe it. He was now a father. A father.

Leonhart knelt beside Sariphi and his newborn son. "Isn't he beautiful, Leo?" Sariphi whispered. "Indeed he is. I'm so proud of you, Sariphi." Leonhart replied. He then gently pressed his snout against his son's furry cheek.

Sariphi wanted to squeal at such an adorable sight, but she didn't want to wake her son. As Leonhart looked at his son, the words of the vow he made years ago rang in his mind:

"No matter what predicament my blood places my heirs in, if they are the children of our union, then I swear on my name, Leonhart, to defend them with all my body and soul." And he will see to it that his vow will be fulfilled.

"What should we name him?" Leonhart asked. Sariphi smiled. "I've already thought of it. From now on, our son's name will be Richard." she replied.

"Richard?" Leonhart asked. Sariphi nodded. "Since you've taken Leonhart as your name, we should name our son Richard." she said. "Richard. I think that name suits him." Leonhart said. "Welcome, Richard, our son."

#sariphi #niehime to kemono no ou #sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #sariphi x leonhart #贄姫と獣の王 #leonhart #lanteveldt #cy&clops #pregnancy #childbirth #fpreg #giving birth #birth story #writers on tumblr #pregnant wife #wholesome #prince richard

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Cha Eun Woo as Kang Chan Hyuk “Priest Yohan”

Island 아일랜드 // Episode 12

#island #tvn island #tving island #kdrama #kdramasource #kdramadaily #dramasource #cha eun woo #cha eunwoo #kang chan hyuk #priest yohan #kdramanetwork #haleysisland #mone #my gifs

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Unknown | S01E01

Taiwanese Drama - 2024, 12 episodes

~~ Adapted from the web novel "Da Ge" (大哥) by Priest.

This is another :MUST WATCH: drama.

#Drama: Unknown #LGBTQ+#TWDrama #Romance #Found Family #Flashback Timelines #關於未知的我們 #Adapted from a Web Novel #Chris Chiu #Kurt Huang #Kim Jae Hoon #Danny Liang #Taiwanese BL #BL GIFS #Taiwanese Drama - 2024 #Drama: 2024

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keekee-23 · 19 days

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Monster Factory TV: Episode 1

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Throwback: Damian Priest - fast forward to 12:49

#wwe fandom #wwe #damian priest #archer of infamy #punisher martinez #punishment martinez #the judgement day #youtube #monster factory

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me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink · 8 months

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a dedication to someone that doesn’t deserve one

AroarA // june gehringer // sue zhao // ashstfu // ryebreadgf // sue zhao // rvbhleo // osamu dazai // ojibwa // ashstfu // anna ahkmatova // trista mateer // margaret atwood // unknown // mahmoud darwish // ocean vuong // yves olade // unknown // ocean vuong // lucille clinton // fleabag

[text IDs: Image 1: AroarA, #6: “that the house is slowly on fire / that the house is slowly on fire // and I can't get you to leave it / and I can't get you to leave it // and I can't leave without you / and I can't leave without you”

Image 2: june gehringer, I love you, it looks like rain: “the worst part of love is / that I remember it. // I walk around all day thinking: I'm going to die in the universe you loved me in. // I get so jealous of euthanized dogs.“

Image 3: sue zhao: He asks: “"how do I get over somebody I never had?" And says: // I did not love you but I almost did. At one time, I might have loved you - at least, I felt I might have. If you were never loved by me, then nevertheless you were lovable to me. Last night I dreamt that your head lay on my stomach and traced the rise and fall of my breath. It felt complete natural - even though I knew once, we had left each other. Even though I knew we had wounded each other. In the dream state, forgiveness comes easily. I never loved you but I almost did. There are days when the breadth of ambiguity feels much worse. There are days I wish I would have loved you so I would know how to stop.

Image 4: ashstfu, tumblr: “girls vs getting over anythings thats ever happened to them in their life”

Image 5: ryebreadgf, tumblr: “YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!”

Image 6: sue zhao: “How often are you violent against yourself? Does it horrify you? Can you stop? Do you want to? And if you did, would you know how to?”

the last three sentences spanning from “Can you stop?” to “would you know how to?” have been underlined in blue

Image 7: rvbhleo, all caps: “WHAT IS THE POINT OF LUKEWARM LOVE? IF IM NOT DROWNING IN IT I HAVE NO DESIRE FOR IT”

Image 8: osamu dazai, no longer human, highlighted in pink: “the wound has gradually become dearer to me than my own flesh and blood”

Image 9: ojibwa, tumblr: “Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving./I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save.”

Image 10: ashstfu, tumblr: sometimes getting over something is accepting you will never get over it”

Image 11: anna ahkmatova, parting: “I am very calm. Only do not talk to me about him.”

Image 12: margaret atwood, more and more: “there is no reason for this, only a starved dog’s logic on bones”

Image 13: unknown, all caps: “OTHER BOYS ARE BORING AND YOU ARE A BURNING HOUSE I WANT TO LIVE IN”

Image 14: mahmoud darwish, formatted as if in dialogue between two people: “ -Do you have any weapons on you?” “-I have a longing that's killing me.”

the second sentence is highlighted in yellow

Image 15: trista mateer, honeybee: “I've gotten so good/about not flinching at the sound of your name/that people don't know I'd still throw myself/mouth-open into the ocean/for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.“

Image 16: yves olade, bloodsport: “All that/matters is that you want to hurt me. // All that matters is that you want me/Say the word & I'll burn for ten days.”

Image 17: unknown, all caps: “LETS GO TO THE GARDEN./LETS BE KIDS AGAIN./I’LL CHASE YOU IF YOU CHASE ME.”

Image 18: ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, highlighted in yellow: “When does a war end? When can I say vour name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”

Image 19: lucille clifton, climbing: “maybe i should have wanted less./maybe i should have ignored the bowl in me/burning to be filled./maybe i should have wanted less.”

Image 20: fleabag, season 2 episode 6: a screenshot of the priest looking at fleabag, captioned, “It’ll pass.” below]

#silv's back on her bs #web #web weave #web weaving #quotes #AroarA #june gehringer #sue zhao #ashstfu #ryebreadgf #rvbhleo #osamu dazai #ojibwa #anna akhmatova #margaret atwood #mahmoud darwish #trista mateer #yves olade #ocean vuong #lucille clifton #fleabag #on relationships #on past relationships #on love #just #the person who defined over five years of my life doesn’t deserve to have a post dedicated to him #he doesn’t deserve to live in the corner of my brain he doesn’t deserve the sick feeling I get when I walk past him #but at night when I can’t fall asleep I can’t help but think that if he told me he loved me one more time it could change something #that I could swallow the bile and pretend that this is the love I’ve been waiting for #i don’t even know how to tag this because every moment I have is an exercise in love and grief and moving on

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Yes Father (2/2)

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Pairings: Sam Winchester’s alias Father Frehley x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, priest kink?, mentions of religion, alcohol use, spanking, fingering, blowjob.

Summary: Father Frehley shows up in your town and the two of you share a nightcap.

Word count: 4.5k

Notes: This fic was written in a FIRST PERSON POV!!! This is part of a two-part fic about Sam’s alias Father Frehley. This second part takes place during season 12, episode 4: American Nightmare, ten years later. Although Sam goes by Father DiNero in the episode, the narrator still knows him as Father Frehley. Also, so sorry for taking forever to put this out, I’m working full time this summer so it’s been hard to make time to write. This 2nd part might be less cohesive and consistent due to my inability to write all the time. Thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy!!!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

It’s been ten years. It’s been ten years since I’ve seen Father Frehley. Until now. There he is walking out of the church on my block with the same priest he was with before. This is not what I expected when I decided to take a walk this morning.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

I moved to the midwest after finishing college for a job. I also wanted to get out of my small town in the deeply religious south. After my experience with Father Frehley, one thing led to another and I started to transition out of the church.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

That’s how I ended up here, in my new town, in front of him once again.

He sees me, standing on the sidewalk across the street, shock on my face. I see him too. He’s even taller than I remember. His hair is longer and his face more chiseled.

He’s ten years older, so am I.

He’s equally as shocked, the chances of encountering each other again are impossibly low. Yet, here he is, walking across the street towards me, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Father Frehley?” I say once he’s close enough to where I don’t need to raise my voice. He steps up onto the sidewalk in front of me, his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, it’s good to see you. What are you doing in Iowa?” he greets with a smile.

I’m in a trance seeing him again.

“I live here, what are you doing here?” I ask, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Visiting friends,” he looks back at the church, “how long’s it been?”

“Ten years I think,” I say blushing when I’m reminded of the last time we were together.

“Wow, well you haven’t aged at all” he gestures to me, a twinkle in his eyes.

His jaw is covered in stubble, aging him. He looks more mature and grown.

“Thank you” I say and blush again, as I see the way he looks at me.

He still has that same lust and desire in him, like he had when we first met. I can feel it.

“Father!” Father Simmons calls to him from their car.

Apparently he doesn’t recognize me, though I don’t judge him for that.

“I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you again. Let me know if you want to get together while I’m still in town!” he says softly, looking down at me.

I say goodbye and watch as the handsome priest saunters back to the other side of the road.

I hate myself for my horny thoughts: that he’s only gotten sexier.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

It’s 10:30. I shouldn’t be calling him but I’ve found myself distracted the whole day after running into him this morning. I can’t stop thinking about the way he corrupted me, and how he taught me so gently. My skin burns, daydreaming about his massive physique and probing eyes.

The last time we did this, I knew nothing. Now I know that what he did was not the way things usually go.

However, I don’t hold any resentment towards him or feel like what he did was wrong. In fact, it’s always turned me on, knowing that this young, hot, kind, priest strayed from his religious upholdings to teach and please me.

It’s something I fantasize and think about often; the kinky sort of thing that makes most people raise an eyebrow with confusion.

For me, it’s an eyebrow of intrigue.

I ransack my jewelry box on the dresser looking for the stack of cards with numbers on them, I’ve accumulated from men over the years. When I find it, I untie the rubber band holding the cards in place, and take the card from the very bottom.

It’s his. The number on it might not even be his anymore but it’s worth a shot.

I pick up my cell phone and punch the number in. I press call and hold the phone up to my ear. The line rings three times, and I hold my breath the whole time. After the third ring, the line clicks and I hear a “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Father Frehley?” I ask nervously.

“Uh, yeah it is, can I help you?”

I breathe out, shakey just from hearing his voice.

“I hope so. You told me to let you know if I wanted to get together and well, I do right now if you’re not busy” I bite my lip, hoping he can tell it’s me.

“I thought it might’ve been you,” he chuckles softly.

“Are you up for a nightcap?” I ask. There’s a pause and then I hear his laugh start again.

“You know what, as a matter of fact I could use a drink. What’d you have?”

“Whiskey, bourbon, scotch… Any of those sound good?”

“Send me your address, I’ll be right over” he says, his mind made up already.

We end the phone call and I text him my address. In anticipation, I set out all my best liquor and daydream about the things he might do to me once he comes over.

Within minutes of calling him, the Chevy Impala pulls up outside my front window. I hide behind my curtains and watch as he walks up to my front door. My heart is racing, watching him take long strides up my sidewalk, in the dim porch light.

He knocks on the door and I take a deep breath to settle my nerves. I act like I wasn’t just watching him and take a second to answer.

When I open the door, there he is. My body tenses seeing him and I’m almost overcome with excitement.

He stands there smirking down at me, thrilled at my desperation. He’s still wearing a black suit and white roman collar like he’s just been to mass. My body is overrun by attraction and I can feel my core jump as I step aside and let him in.

“So, you said you have whiskey” he says as I close the front door behind him.

“I do, it’s in the kitchen, you can follow me” I say, and walk in front of him, down the hallway to the kitchen.

“You have a beautiful house; it smells nice in here, like a real home” he says behind me.

“Thanks, it’s probably all the candles I burn, I can never have too many” I say and grab two glasses off the kitchen counter.

Moments of silence pass and he doesn’t say something until I’ve poured our drinks and put the bottle of whiskey down.

“You know I never thought I’d see you again, so seeing you this morning was rather jarring” he says as I pick up our glasses.

“Jarring in a bad way?” I ask, walking towards him and offering the drink.

“I wouldn’t say so” he says gently as our fingers brush when I transfer the glass to his hand.

We lock eyes, his green irises putting a spell on me. I feel my heart burn and I don’t walk back to the other side of the kitchen for a moment; too lost in the lusty haze surrounding us.

When I finally back away, he asks me a question: “Are you still religious?” He’s looking down at the ground, noticing some smudge on his shoe.

Oh God, I think. He’ll hate my answer, I mean he’s a priest. But he broke his vows first, who is he to judge?

I blush with guilt and shake my head. I decide to confess with a hint of playfulness, “How can I be after what you did to me?”

His eyes shoot up to look at me. When he sees my smirk he takes a deep breath in, as if trying to hold something back. After a second he nods, smiles, and says, “That’s very fair”

“What about you? Are you still religious?” I tease, taking a sip of my drink.

“What do you think?” he scoffs and adjusts his collar, “However, I’m no longer a junior priest, I’ve fully joined the priesthood.”

“Oh yeah? Congratulations. Can I ask you a question about priests?”

I decide to be bold because already this whiskey is having an effect on me. I want him to take my clothes off and have me right here on my kitchen island.

“Of course, anything you want,” he says. The look on his face makes me think he already knows exactly what I'm about to ask. It has to be brought up eventually.

I bite my lower lip before asking, “What kind of priest fingers someone?”

He pauses, his eyes probing mine with a fire lit behind them. His eyes undress me, the lower half of his face going a little slack with shock.

He takes a breath, licks his lips and says, “a sacrilegious one”

I shiver under his gaze, and ask quietly, “Are you still sacrilegious?”

He stares at me, sinful ideas blossoming in his head. I can see them form behind his eyes.

“Should we find out?” he asks in a low voice, straightening up.

“Yes please” I smile and put my glass down. He does the same.

He walks towards me and corners me to the counter. He places his hands on the counter beside my hips and looms over me. The smell of his cologne hits me and my legs become weak. As I stare up at him he lifts his hand off the counter and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

With his fingers gently cupping my face, he kisses me. It’s soft at first, and so gentle. His warm lips barely even on mine. The taste of whiskey crawls into my mouth and makes me burn to taste more of him. He continues, gifting me with slow, loving, sweet, kisses.

The tantalizing, methodical movement of his lips makes my head buzz. His deliverance of affection and passion sends heat everywhere, flooding every vein.

Soon, the lust of years gone by, is too strong to resist and things begin to heat up. His tongue glides into my mouth and we begin to devour each other. Our mouths open wide, and greedy to explore.

Both of his large hands hold my face as I melt like ice cream in his mouth. The feeling of his hands cradling my jaw and skull so tenderly makes my cunt lurch with amusement. Knowing how vulnerable and fragile I am as he handles me, twists the knot inside me tighter.

His hands begin to get a little rough, a little more in control. They hold me close to his lips and his fingers tangle and tug slightly at my hair.

His stubble and fallen strands of hair tickle my cheeks as his body slowly molds into mine.

My hips push against his thighs and my lower stomach is pressed to his pelvis. I can feel him stiffen through his slacks. He moans into me when I push myself into him more, not wanting any space between us.

I wrap my hands around his neck, keeping him leaning downwards to kiss me. I weave my fingertips into his hair at the nape of his neck and play with it. Apparently he likes this because he places a knee between my legs and pushes it forward until his thigh reaches my crotch. Feeling the pressure he creates, I roll my hips and pathetically grind on his thigh.

I moan into his mouth as he bites my lower lip and lifts his leg to create more pressure. We part naturally to breathe and he moves his hands to my ass. He squeezes gently and asks, “Have you been a good girl all these years?”

I don’t know what to say so I just nod and whimper as he grips my ass, and I chase his lips.

“Tell me,” he commands softly, fingers clawing into my flesh.

I sigh, out of breath and because his words turn me on. “Probably not Father,” I say, “but I can be good for you tonight”

He responds with a shaky moan-like laugh, delighted with my response and kisses me with such desire I almost become a puddle at his feet.

He continues to knead at my ass, pushing and pulling with the rhythm of my hips on his leg. He does this all while kissing me, the cat and mouse with his tongue making me grind harder.

I’m panting into his mouth, holding his face as close to mine as I can. We stop kissing when I’m unable to breathe and need to concentrate on not overwhelming myself with pleasure so quickly.

“Look at you getting all worked up on my leg” he whispers into my ear.

I moan at his comment and squeeze my thighs around his leg.

His hands move from my ass to my breasts. He squeezes them through my shirt. I immediately rip my shirt off over my head and undo my bra for him.

He marvels at my tits and takes them in his hands. As we kiss he pinches my nipples and runs over them with his thumb. I’m whimpering into his mouth, twitching at his touch.

He pulls off my mouth and ducks down to my chest. He takes one of my breasts into his mouth and sucks. His tongue plays with my nipple as he sucks my breast.

I hold his head to my chest, so far immersed in this pleasure I block out the world.

He moves his mouth to my other breast and I moan. He sucks and plays with my tits for a few minutes, giving them attention. When he’s finished he begins kissing me again. He kisses me and I taste my skin on his tongue. He pulls away suddenly, and I can tell in his eyes, that he’s thought of something.

“You wanna be good? Turn around,” he tells me.

That’s what I do. I turn around and bend over the counter. I feel him pull at my jeans, and feel the cold air hit me. He pulls my pants down to my ankles and I kick them off.

He comes up behind me, hips pushing against my bare bottom. I feel him through his pants and I clench around nothing. He leans over me and kisses my neck just below my ear. The sound of his breathing and feel of his lips forces a sigh and whimper out of me.

His hands feel up my waist and back, germinating seeds of heat sowed under my skin. His hands travel to my shoulders, and down my arms. His fingers wrap around my wrists, and this display of dominance makes my stomach flutter.

He whispers into my ear, “Stand up”

We stand up at the same time, his hands let go of my wrists. When we’re up, he turns me around against the counter by my waist. He kisses me once more and grabs my wrists again.

When he pulls away, he keeps one hand holding my wrist. He starts to walk to my living room, and I follow him as close as I can. He leads me to my couch and he sits down in the middle. I sit next to him.

“Bend over my lap,” he commands.

I give him a curious look that asks, “what are you about to do to me?”

His eyes shimmer, he smirks and nods to his lap. I’m intrigued and crawl over him.

I feel his hard-on underneath the side of my hip as I settle myself over his lap.

Wasting no time, he runs his hands over my ass and grabs palm fulls of my flesh. I feel his fingers grip my skin to expose my pussy for him to look at.

“Fuck” he moans and slaps my ass a little.

I squeal from the sharp sting and circle my hips in response. I wasn’t prepared for his hit but I enjoyed it.

“Oh did you like that?” he asks and another slap, a little bit harder than the last, lands on my other cheek.

I moan a ‘mhm’ and squeeze my thighs together. He slaps me again.

I’m cursing at the surge of pleasure being sent to my cunt each time he spanks me.

He rubs his palm over the places he’s slapped, cooling and soothing them with his touch.

Once again, he spreads my folds with his fingers and groans at the sight of me. My slick covers the inside of my thighs, coating my skin.

“Such a pretty pussy” he murmurs, groping my ass. I feel and hear him spit on me, his saliva landing right at my entrance. My stomach churns with heat, and I wiggle my hips, trying to grind into his lap.

I then feel his finger circle my hole, prodding at it, teasing me. I push my ass up, trying to make his finger slip in. The heavy tip of his finger, toying with me, makes my head spin. The crave for his fingers in me becomes almost impossible to bear.

“Father, please” I plead, my face buried in throw pillows.

“Please what? Cmon use your words for me” he teases.

I feel his other hand begin to rub my clit. The desperation for his fingers in me only amplifies. My skin prickles from the torture he’s causing.

“Please put your fingers in me” I beg.

He listens and plunges his long, thick finger in. I release a sob of relief and pleasure, when I feel him deep against my walls.

He begins to curl his finger, slowly hollowing me out. He soon starts oscillating between fucking his finger in and out of me, and pushing up against my g-spot.

I crave more, and that’s what he delivers. Adding another finger, he opens me up and pumps into me more ferociously.

He fucks me with his fingers, deep and hard, making tears form in the corners of my eyes. His other hand vibrates with speed against my clit, making me moan and squirm. He fucks me perfectly, hitting every pleasure nerve in me. His fingers start to vibrate in me and I begin to cry from the overwhelming bliss.

His fingers coax an orgasm out of me, setting free what had been building up all day. It’s over way too fast and I’m in shock at how easily he drew an orgasm from me.

“Oh my god” I pant once he’s slowed his movements and I’ve come down.

“That good, huh?” he teases and takes his fingers out of me gently.

I sigh at the empty feeling and push myself off my stomach. I sit back on my knees and say, “you have no idea,”

He drags his fingers across my waist, leans towards me, and before our lips touch, he says, “oh I think I do”

As he speaks he brings his two fingers that were in me, between our lips.

I blush, embarrassed at my orgasm that covers his fingers.

“Open,” he says, and I do. I let him push his fingers into my mouth, exploring my tongue.

“Do you like the way you taste?” he whispers, his gaze never straying from my mouth. He’s smirking, enjoying the show, as he watches me suck on his fingers. I nod, showing him. I take his wrist in my hand and pull his fingers from my lips. Once out, I kiss the tips of his fingers and he scoffs as it turns him on.

“Get on your knees” he says softly. He’s not commanding or harsh, but almost moaning with his anticipation.

I kiss him quickly on the lips and watch him smile as I slide off the couch and onto the floor. My knees bruise but I don’t care, I just shuffle myself between his long, meaty thighs.

I look at his crotch, and see the tent in his pants. It makes the heat between my thighs only grow. He leans forwards and begins to stroke my hair. He pets me and says, “So far, you’ve behaved well. But, I want you to show me how good you can be”

I know what he wants and I’m more than happy to service him.

“You think you can do that for me?” he asks.

“Yes Father,” I say and reach my hand up to palm at his erection.

He breathes out quickly through his nose and says “good girl,”

I watch him lean back into the couch, giving me full control over him. He unbuttons his black dress shirt and peels his roman collar off. He shrugs off his shirt and I’m stunned at how his torso looks. It’s so sculpted and tan, it’s better than I ever imagined. I notice a tattoo of a pentagram at the center of what appears to be the sun. It’s above his left peck and it sparks curiosity in me. I want to know the story behind it eventually.

I slither my hands up to his belt and undo it slowly, biting my lip in excitement. I remember him well; how could I forget?

His belt undone, I zip open his fly and then tug at his pants and underwear. I need to see him, I need to feel him.

He lifts his hips and pushes his pants down and off, kicking them to the side.

Finally, his red, inflamed cock is free, and all for me. I grab it immediately and wrap my hand around it, feeling how thick it is.

He lets out a shaky breath as I take him in my fist.

“Come on baby, show me what you can do,” he breathes out, encouraging me.

I kiss the head of his dick, smearing pre-cum on my lips. I then stick my tounge out and lick around his tip. Once I’ve swirled my tongue around the head of his leaking dick, I begin to make out with his shaft. I kiss up and down his cock, all the way down to his balls. I suck on his balls, taking one into my mouth, and then the other. He moans as I slobber on them.

“Fuck, you’re so-,” he can’t finish his thought, too lost in watching as I lick every exposed piece of him.

I’m looking up at him the whole time, watching his reactions. His fist is holding my hair back, guiding my head gently. I finally wrap my lips around him and suck. He groans as I begin to slowly bob up and down, getting my mouth used to him.

“Look at you…” he coos, proud and stunned by my eagerness. I smile through my motions, happy he’s in awe of my performance.

As I continue, I look up and see his eyes shut tight and jaw clenched as I suck. His hand on the back of his head causes his arm to flex, sending a ripple of tingles to my pussy. I hum in pleasure at his enjoyment and this causes him to let another moan escape.

Hearing him fills me with endurance and excitement. I force myself to go deeper, taking him into my mouth a little bit farther. I keep the same up and down motion, going a little faster as well.

I pop off him, giving myself a minute to breathe. I look up at him and his face is heavily flushed and he’s biting his bottom lip. “Fuck” he sighs.

I giggle and continue where I left off.

Now, I’m taking him all the way to the back of my throat. My teeth have rubbed the inside of my lips raw, and his cock has bruised my throat, but I’m not about to stop. I’m giving him the sloppiest head of his life and it’s made clear to me that he’s almost done.

He’s been panting for a few minutes now, as if he’s trying to control himself. Trying to hold out a little bit longer. I keep going, focusing on his pleasure only. My hands are playing with his balls and jerking on the lower half of his cock.

He goes silent and then all at once I hear him moan and let out curses while something warm fills my mouth and throat. When he’s finished, I slow and stop.

I look up at him and show him my tongue, still laced with his seed. He breathes out an exhausted moan.

I swallow him and show him my empty mouth after.

“Fuck,” he moans, “You’re such a good girl, you should be proud”

He bends forwards and I sit up on my knees. He puts his hands on the sides of my head and kisses me. It’s a little dry, both of us out of breath, but it’s endearing.

He pulls away, his hands still on my cheeks and stares at me. I look up at him, letting him admire me. He plays with my hair and caresses my cheekbone with his thumb.

Neither of us speak, preferring to let the silence embrace us.

The smell of our sweat is thick in the air, almost fog like.

I stand up and climb into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle him. I cling to him, the both of us naked and flushed. He envelopes me with his long, lean arms, pulling me tight against him.

We sit here momentarily, breathing each other in, enjoying the intimacy we’re sharing.

I feel him start to kiss my shoulder and move to my neck. I pull my face from his shoulder, allowing him access to my throat. He kisses and sucks on my neck lovingly. He’s inattentive to anything else.

His lips on my neck make me groan lazily. Sparks fly off of us, driving me wild. He kisses up my throat, to my jaw and diligently pours his affection onto my skin. He finally reaches my mouth. Our kisses are like before, slow, less hesitant but just as impassioned.

I desperately don’t want to break away from what we’ve just shared but I know that it’s fleeting. I pull away and hold his head in my hands. It’s my turn to admire him.

He smiles at me and says, “I don’t want to go, but I think I should”

I smile with him and nod. We both know he has his priest thing even though he’s probably the worst priest I’ve ever met.

“Call me if you’re ever in town again” I say.

“Absolutely,” he says.

I climb off him and dress myself. He sits up off the couch and does the same.

Before he leaves I take a pen and sticky note from a drawer in my kitchen and write my number and name on it. I hand it to him after he puts his shoes on and is standing by the door.

He slips the sticky note in his pocket and pulls me in by my waist for one last kiss. When we part he says, “Goodbye,” and smiles as he opens the door.

He walks through and out into the night. I take his place by the door and watch as he walks down my sidewalk and gets into his car.

I shut the door as he drives off and sigh while I think about what just occurred.

I still smell him and I’m not sure if I’m ever going to be able to wash it off.

#supernatural #sam winchester #smut #spn #sam winchester smut

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svu-bracket · 3 months

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championship (round 12)

episode descriptions under the cut

burning with rage forever -> a boy disappears after meeting up with an online gamer. benson suspects her son is being bullied (imdb). after defeating brooke shields, noah comes out as a Bisexual King. the case also reinforces some unfortunate ideas about the cycle of abuse. and ummm yeah noah is in a dog cage at the beginning :/

confess your sins to be free -> when the only evidence of a crime is a church confession, carisi must find another way to prove his suspect guilty. benson agrees to meet with an old friend seeking to make amends for past transgressions (imdb). also known as, The One Where Olivia Decides The Rapist is The Victim. too many issues to note. b-storyline about a priest doing weird rapist vigilante stuff and carisi having thoughts on catholicism. fuck u warren leight!

#we made itttt!#svu #svu polls #svu bracket #worst eps #championship #championship round 12 #bwrf #cystbf

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so here are my categories updated in light of the recent events aka the end of season 1 (under the cut because it's still long af and i don't want to pollute dashes):

i have been made aware (by my friend, again) that these categories are based on fears, so:

fire:

episode 8, the contractor

episode 12, gerard keay at the hospital

episode 37, guy in the forest and milk bottles

pestilence (infestation, but cooler):

jane prentiss in general (worms)

episode 36, care home (flies)

madness (hypnotic patterns and fractals):

episode 3, not!graham's table? idk

episode 8, the contractor's dad obsessed with fractals

episode 38, homophobic vase

episodes 39, not!graham's table again? idk

bonus: episode 26, michael because

web (name-dropped by martin in episode 39, formerly spiders):

episode 16, arachnophobia

episode 36, zippo with web design that jonathan received

death:

episode 7, guy who met war

episode 11, black tendrils

episode 29, guy who plays faro

darkness:

episode 9, serial killer dad (there's a weird date inconsistency in this one)

stranger:

episode 1, anglerfish

episode 8, not!graham himself?

episode 10, vampires?

episode 27, bedroom doorknob

episode 28, anglerfish part 2 (yes i recognised sarah baldwin's name from episode 1, i'm better than jonathan /j)

episode 39, not!sasha herself?

hunt (name-dropped by jonathan):

episode 10, also vampires?

episode 14, voodoo fingers old lady ("some hungers are too strong to be denied")?

episode 15, cave diving?

episode 31, werewolf

fear of heights (?) (formerly infinity):

episode 21: parachute guy

lonely (name-dropped by my friend haha):

episode 13, graveyard and fog

episode 33, ghost ship and fog

ew (flesh/bones/meat/body/blood) (also probably two categories in a trenchcoat):

episode 8, the bleeding tree

episode 10, also also vampires?

episode 14, voodoo fingers old lady

episode 17, boneturner's book

episode 18, rotting meat nailed to the floor

episode 28, anglerfish part 2 (idk she wears her own skin like a glove and that's gross)

episode 30, abattoir

eyes (not a fear, btw, so i'm gessing fear of being watched?):

episode 12, gerard keay's lighter, and also gerard keay's tattoos

episode 23, mausoleum in germany

episode 39, jonathan feeling observed

claustrophobia (?):

episode 2, casket?

episode 15, cave diving?

episodes i have no idea where to put:

episode 4, ex altiora

episode 5, trash bags (probably multiple categories depending on the trash bag)

episodes 19 & 20, priest (probably multiple categories as well, maybe a bit of madness and a bit of ew)

episode 24, red organ and puppets (i will not let my own fear of clowns and dolls bully me into making a shiny new category just for them)

episode 25, cult roommate (could be lonely, could be darkness, idk)

episode 35, corridors (all of the categories at once)

#NO SPOILERS PLEASE i love y'all but i feel like i know too much already #not your fault and totally my friend's fault ngl #btw they said i'm of the lonely which apparently has nothing to do with my love for ghost ships and fog #and everything to do with my crippling fear of being abandoned by my loved ones and ending up completely alone. apparently.#again don't tell me if these categories are wrong or right #though i'm pretty sure most of them are right even if they have the wrong names #or the wrong episodes in them #thank you @jo1sstuff for your hints though #tma #tma spoilers #the magnus archives

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The wheels of fate can't be stopped

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Sick, past reveal, medical inaccuracies, kidnapping, character death, self-sacrifice, heartbreak, body dysmorphia, orgasm, plant dick, oral sex, p in V sex, creampie, being abandoned.

Word count: Roughly 11K words

A/N: Well part three… and a whole train of angsts.

A familiar figure from your past reappears with a new name. At the same time, a certain dark-haired priest arrives and your little slice of paradise is falling through your fingers.

Just in time for the one-year anniversary of episode 12 of Trigun Stampede and the 29th of the first printing of Trigun.

You chuckle as you feel a rough palm trail down your thigh just under the surface of the water in the tub. “Really? Are you ready for another round again?”

“I’m always ready for another round with you.” A shifting of the water and the scared chest you're leaning against moves and a pair of chapped lips press into your damp locks. “You’re the one that needs to recover my Sweetness.” You chuckle because he's not wrong, in the time since the two of you had first become intimate its always the same. You're exhausted long before Eriks is even winded.

“I don't know where you find all that stamina but I wish I could match it.” Leaning more of your weight back against his chest and curling your fingers between his before lifting your intertwined hands to kiss his knuckles. “We'd probably never leave the bedroom.”

“We would, Lina would yell how we make too much noise.” You laugh, thinking back on the past few months and the change in your lives and living arrangements. For a short while you and Eriks had tried to stay in your separate rooms.

Except neither of you stayed in said rooms once the sunset.

The first night afterward you crept into Eriks bed with a soft statement of how you were cold, and Eriks had answered how he couldn't have that.

The next night Eriks crept into your bed saying he could hear you coughing and wanted to make sure you were alright. By alright he meant curled up in his arms with your head above his heart and his fingers sliding down the bare skin of your back.

“The two of you aren't subtle at all.” Lina had snorted the next morning as you both stepped out of your room dressed. Yet after a week even Granny was rolling her eyes at the pair of you. After that, the two of you did a little furniture rearranging so your two dressers were in your room, not that you needed that much space since everything you owned just filled a single drawer. Yet you knew Eriks had a few things he kept tucked away and you respected his privacy, the only thing you had asked him was what drawers he didn't want you going into.

Then came your attempts at soundproofing the room. Attempts because so far the only thing that seemed to work was when your mouths were locked together and you swallowing the other's noises of pleasure.

“On the subject of getting out of things, the waters starting to cool. We should get out.” You grumble, Eriks is right but between your bedroom at night and the occasional shared bath you don't have a lot of alone time. “Don't be like that Sweetness, I don't want you getting a cold again.”

You slump down more in the water so you can lean farther back to look at Eriks. Even like this, the adoration for you is clear in his eyes. “I really don't wa-”

“Come on! Other people need to use the bathroom you two!” Lina. If you've ever thought of her as a younger sister right now she also hits the annoying younger sibling box with her antics.

“I swear that girl has the worst timing.” Grumbling under your breath only for Eriks to chuckle as his hands wrap around your arms to help you to your feet and out of the tub just in front of him.

“Or great timing to make sure you don’t try something.” That makes you smile since you have been known to try and extend bath time with your hand around his length. “Now come on Sweetness, we have a full day ahead of us. The three of us are supposed to head into town to pick up supplies.”

“Right.” You’d forgotten, drying your skin and pulling on your clean clothes while Eriks does the same. Watching him dress always makes you feel something in your core, just the way his fingers move makes you hum in pleasure knowing those same digits are just as dexterous with your body as the buttons and snaps of his clothing.

“Stop thinking naughty things.” Chuckling as you’re called out by the man before both of you head through the door as Lina rushes past the two of you.

“Get out!” You shake your head as she hurries past you and slams the door behind you.

“I guess she needed to go.” Smirking as Eriks loops one of his arms around you and starts to guide you towards the kitchen to wait for the teen before the three of you head into town.

As you pick up your groceries and some of Granny’s pain medication a group you had never hoped to see returns to town. Grabbing Lina by the back of her shirt as their truck goes by and you yank her into the alley beside you and Eriks as the bandits raid the bank. Wincing at the carnage.

“This town belongs to Vash the Stampede now, so you better do as we say!” It makes your stomach churn, missing the way Eriks flinches as you stare at the stoic figure perched atop the armored vehicle.

They might look like the wanted posters for Vash the Stampede, but you know better.

It’s the leader of your old gang, the one that left you behind with a laugh several years ago. Now he’s pretending to be Vash and your blood boils at them using the most feared outlaw's name for their own benefit. He left you to die, and if it hadn’t of been for Lina’s parents you’d be dead for certain.

“That guy needs his ass kicked” slapping your hand over the teens mouth as she pulls your attention away from the man you had once thought of as your friend and perhaps a little something more. “We are not the ones to do it, Lina. That man isn’t a good man, trust me.” Turning your head more towards Eriks and biting your lip as you take notice of the tremble in his hand. “I think we should get back home before we’re spotted.” Part of you wondering what the reaction of your old bandit group would be if they saw you again, part of you knows you don’t want to find out.

“Home, sounds like a good idea.” Nodding Eriks adjusts the bags in his arms before swallowing, keeping to the shadows of the back alleys of town towards the outskirts where your home is.

The most difficult part of the journey trying to keep Lina from screaming what kind of cowards they are while Eriks peers around every corner before the three of you dart across the open spaces. Lina doesn’t remember the first time the group came to town, she was too young and you’re glad for that. Shoving your own guilt down at the life you once lived, but you were done with that now and hiding with Granny to try and make up in some way for that.

Once your little home is in view as the door closes behind you, you can’t help but sigh and sag with relief. Rubbing the back of your neck and looking to the floor hoping you had get your hammering heart to slow down.

“What the hell is wrong with you two!” She’s mad, turning with her hands in fists as she stomps her foot in frustration.

“Lina! Language!” Snapping at her while still trying to soothe some of the tension from your body.

“What in the world?” Sheryl makes her appearance from the kitchen and you see the way she glances across the three of you. No doubt taking in your body postures and the strain the three of you seem to be holding.

“Bandits showed up in town Granny! And they didn’t do-”

“There was nothing we could do Lina.” Cutting the young lady off Eriks wears a grimance, his mouth a firm line on his handsome face. “If we had been seen we would have been killed like the people in the bank.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes.” Your voice is flat and void of any emotion. “We do Lina.” You hate to break the little spitfire and her view of the world but you have to, there are some fights that it is easier to just back down or not engage in. No matter how wrong it is. “Those bandits aren’t the kind of people to let anyone that stands up to them live.” Raising your head towards Granny you catch her eyes, and see the glimmer of understanding in them.

You don’t need to voice that you know who these bandits are and Sheryl understands why you won’t go more into detail. Instead, you follow behind Eriks who heads into the kitchen with the bags and leave the two blood relatives to talk because, for the first time in ages, you feel like this isn’t a conversation for you to be a part of.

Working in silence to put the items you bought in their proper place you can sense the tension growing thicker between you and Eriks. You’re trying to avoid being too close to him, you don’t deserve to be with all the things you’ve done. Yet every step feels like your mind betraying you and your attempts to wallow as you remember the happy memories since you started living with Granny and Lina.

Granny swatting your fingers when you tried to swipe fresh baked goods from under her nose. Her oven mitts on her hands as she glared at you with a look that could have sent the devil himself running.

Learning to cook under Granny’s instructions, for a while your fingers had been covered in small knicks from the paring knife as you learned how to peel vegetables.

Laughing with Lina when a bag of flour fell from a higher cupboard, coating the entire space in white while Granny yelled at the two of you about being more careful.

You also have more than a few happy memories with Eriks in the kitchen that keep invading your mind since his arrival as well, running as if pictures in a book.

Lina blowing out the candles on her birthday cake with enough force that some of the frosting ended up on Eriks shirt.

Granny using Eriks as an extended arm for the shelves she could no longer reach without a stool, ordering him around like a little boy as she made sweets instead of the grown man he was.

Eriks leaning his weight against you from behind as you tried to make stew, him whispering in your ear directions on what you needed to do to make the broth thicker. Only for him to get kicked by Lina with her yelling about him needing to keep his flirting to your bedroom.

“Are you alright?” You don’t remember when you finished putting things away, lost in your head but as Eriks rests his larger scared hand over yours you’re returned to the present.

Shifting your head to look up into his eyes, taking note of the bland expression he’s still wearing though the concern in those beautiful orbs is hard to hide. You should tell him the truth about those bandits, but you’re still as selfish as when you were one of those assholes. Shaking your head as you curl into his standing form, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist as you lean against his chest. “No.”

He doesn’t say anything more for now, instead returning the embrace and tapping his fingers along your back.

The rest of the day passes in a flash, between completing chores and tasks around the home. The somber mood is palatable when you all sit down at the table, at least before Sheryl lays down the law for your little family. No more moping around because you’re all here and everyone is still alive, but until that bandit group leaves no one is leaving the house unless it’s for an emergency.

You’re lucky that the house is tucked away from the town outskirts by a few dunes, and that you aren’t near the main drag to be seen. Otherwise, you doubt your small slice of paradise would have been left untouched.

After you finish eating and the dishes are washed and away you find your usual routine returning, with your threadbare blanket around your shoulders and your cup of tea in hand as you head out to the porch and sit on the swing hanging from the rafters. Looking up to the sky and watching the stars slowly appear among the almost inky backdrop as you sip at the brew.

At the creaking of the wooden slates you don’t turn your head, only one person in the house has the bulk to make them that loud. “Do you want some company?” Your hand shakes briefly, it’s been a long time since Eriks asked to join you.

“Of course I do.” Blinking the dampness from your eyes as he joins you, his thigh touching yours and you can’t take the small divide. Standing to loosen your blanket and tossing it over one of his shoulders before sitting with almost space between your bodies and biting your lip. “I” You start only to freeze.

You don’t even know what to say to him right now.

As if sensing your trepidation Eriks makes another adjustment, his hand following the curve of your back before resting on your hip and easing you closer to him. The sound of his steady heartbeat helps as you gather your thoughts.

“That man isn’t Vash the Stampede.” You start, feeling a tremor along his fingers as if he wants to grip your body tighter against him. “I know that because I used to be part of his gang.” If you’re going to lose Eriks, you might as well rip the bandage off as quickly as possible. “You know I have a condition, I didn’t have it when I was a bandit.” Your grip on the mug in your hand grows tighter, and you can see the paling of your joints from the pressure.

“I sort of figured out you were a bandit, but you changed.” His voice is painfully soft and it eats at you how he can say it without any hint of judgment in his tone.

“It wasn’t really up to me.” Swallowing before you launch into the past. “I was as bad as they were, I didn’t care who I killed as long as I had food to eat. I just cared about myself. Then when I joined that gang I thought I found a place to belong, I used to sort of sleep with the guy pretending to be the humanoid typhoon.” You can’t help the tears that slowly slip down your face, not because you had loved the bandit leader. No, because you had been foolish enough to think he saw you as more than a pawn. “I thought when I got sick he’d keep me with the group.” Laughing at your own misfortune and the sound echos around the partially enclosed space, what a naive fool you had been.

“He didn’t.”

“No. He didn’t” You agree. “The bastard left me to die after taking everything but the clothes on my back.” This time Eriks doesn’t hold back, his grip tightening just to the point before it would become bruising on your skin. “I thought I was going to die in that haze of fever and sickness, instead I was saved by Lina’s parents.” Licking your lips as the heat from your mug has cooled, leaving the tips of your fingers cold now. “They took me in and for a while, I thought it was so they could turn me in for a paltry bounty. Instead, they made me a part of their family and for the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere.” Choking back your sobs now as your body starts to shake.

Eriks gently removes his arm from around you to take the mug from your shaking fingers, placing it on the ground beside him before pulling you into his lap and resting his chin atop your head as you cry into his chest. “It’s alright Sweetness.” Cooing down at you as you sob harder.

“No, it’s not. I’m a bandit and you should hate me.”

“Ex-bandit. And I love you, you silly thing. We all make mistakes and you’ve grown from yours.” His voice carries a tone of authority that rings in the air as his words settle into your mind, it’s the first time he’s said that word. “I suspected some of your past remember, and that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Chuckling low now and it brings more tears to your eyes. “I guess you’ve got a thing for blonds.” Trying to ease some of the tension, and it works.

Snorting at his humor. “I did. Now I have a thing for a man with two toned hair.” Lifting a hand to cup his cheek as you lean back, pushing some of the blond away to see the darker strands underneath. Taking a few moments to stare at his face before you speak again. “For the record, I love you too.”

Another chuckle before Eriks turns his head to kiss your palm, making you smile as the stubble rubs against the work rough skin that lines your hand. “Thank you for telling me Sweetness, it gives me another reason to keep you out of town.” Nodding at his words before you both start to speak about different things, watching the stars before retiring to bed.

The plan to stay in the house had been a good one, but it seems always you have terrible luck. A week after the bandits arrived in town and seemed hell bent on staying, you started coughing more. Trying to hide it from everyone as it began to pain your chest, an ache in your bones you couldn’t shake.

It worked.

For a while. Until at breakfast, you started coughing at the table and blood dripped from between your fingers.

“How long has this been going on for?” Sheryl was furious as she stood, a cloth to your mouth and her hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever I can feel, at least that’s one good thing.”

“It doesn’t matt-”

“Yes, it does Love.” Eriks has risen to his feet, looking down at you with the light above glaring on his glasses you can’t see his eyes and his face is grim once more. “You need to see the doctor.”

“It’s not worth the risk.” You try to argue before another coughing fit takes you as if your sickness is doing everything in its power to reveal the hold it has on you after you tried to hide it for almost a full week.

“It’s worth the risk compared to losing you.” Looking at Lina you can see the fear in her eyes, she’s already lost two family members in her life. She can’t lose a third. “Please, let me and Eriks take you to the doctor!”

Your arguments are lost to the flurry of movement as Granny agrees and the other two rush off to get ready, Eriks stating he’s going to carry you if he has to. It’s a touching gesture except you have a horrible sinking feeling in your gut and within minutes you find yourself being held aloft by your lover.

“Keep your arms around my neck and if you need to cough, cough into my chest once we get to town. We need to keep to the back alleys and out of sight.” You can’t hide the trembling of your hands as you grasp your elbows, and if you weren’t so worried you might have enjoyed being carried like a bride in his arms.

Following behind Lina as she repeats the actions of Eriks two weeks earlier once the three of you reach the edge of town. Peering around the buildings and waving you forward towards the doctor’s office. The town. Is a mess. Debris littering the spaces the smell of death heavy on the light breeze, hiding your face against Eriks as the cloying scent has you coughing harder than at your little home.

It feels like a miracle when you slip into the back door of the clinic, the doctor pulled away the every growing pile of injuries caused by the new leadership in town to give you a check up. Tsking in frustration as he listens to your lungs and the sounds he can hear coming from inside your chest.

“You’ve got an infection on top of your condition.” Pulling his gloves off while Eriks grip on your hand tightens. “You’re lucky, if you waited any longer it might have been fatal for you.” You don’t miss the look of fear and concern on your lover's face as his head snaps towards you. “Thankfully, a week of antibiotics and rest should see you right as rain. Well, if you survive the newest inhabitants of town.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Rubbing your back while the medical professional leaves to get the medication for you.

“You dummy!” Grunting as Lina delivers a swift kick to your upper thigh that has you arching your back from the pain lacing up your body. “You could have died!”

“It’s ok Lina, I’ll be alright now you’ll see.” If only you knew the trauma that was about to befall you all as you’re spotted by a bald one-eyed man as you leave the clinic. One that decided to try and grope Lina as you attempted to return home, only for the teen to respond by slamming her foot into his forehead.

“Hang on tight Sweetness!” Part yelped part whispered as you cling to Eriks, amazed as he scoops Lina under one arm and has the other holding your butt as he runs with both of you.

“Eriks!” You don’t make a noise, too busy coughing as Lina puts up a small fight as Eriks sprints around alleyways before entering the main street and deciding to dart into the saloon. If only you had noticed the armored tank that just blew up the bus trying to leave town and the figure standing atop it taking notice of you held in the tall man’s arms.

Crashing through the saloon doors you don’t see every gun in the room pointed toward the three of you, clutching the little bag of medicine to your chest and trying to keep a hold of Lina. “Oh it’s just Lina.” From someone followed by a mutter of your and Eriks name as Lina finally wins her struggle to get out of Eriks arm.

“Oh, my ass!” Huffing her frustration as she shrugs over the hand trying to keep her close “Let go of me Eriks.” Taking the time to release your death grip on Eriks shirt as your feet touch the floor, only to scowl at the teen beside you. “Hey barkeep I need a shot.” In one swift move, you lift your hand and slap the back of her head.

“Don’t you dare Missy.” It doesn’t matter that you’re lungs are on fire from the brief exhortation as you frown at her. “You’re not drinking on my watch.” Letting Eriks tug the small bag from your arm and opening it with a motion to the man behind the bar for water.

“I didn’t say it was for me!” Rolling your eyes as two glasses of water appear on the counter.

“What’s going on you three? Everything alright with your Grandmother Lina?” A tap to the back of your hand as your disheveled lover places one of the pills in your palm. Ignoring Lina and the barkeep for a moment as you swallow the first of your antibiotics and take a sip of water.

Nodding at you Eriks pushes the bag toward you on the counter before starting to do his big brother version of yelling at Lina for her actions. Not that you could blame her after that bastard grabbed her butt like that, taking another mouthful of water as you glance around. There aren’t a lot of familiar faces in the saloon.

Not a lot in the sense that there should be a lot more of the regulars around than there are and the reason for their missing isn’t hard to figure out. There are a few actual unfamiliar faces, one of whom is standing beside you with a bowl of food in front of him. Someone that is staring from the corner of his eye right at Eriks and you feel a sense of unease wash over you about this man.

Opening your mouth to ask him what seems so fascinating about your lover, only for an explosion to rock the side of the building and blow the doors of the saloon off. “Damn. You just had to go and ruin my meal.” Muttering under his breath.

The sound of the stranger's voice is just background noise as you turn to look out into the opening, seeing the bastard who grabbed Lina’s butt holding someone under arm that looks like they’ve had the shit beat out of them. You can’t hold back the snort at the one eyed man that sort of reminds you of cannon ball though.

There’s a perfect imprint of the underside of Lina’s boot on his face. “What am I…” You don’t hear the rest of his words as your eyes look past him and the posse fanned out behind him. The line of the armored vehicle almost centered just past him, and your gaze follows it upward.

To see the pretend Vash the Stampede.

His neutral expression doesn’t last long as he starts to grin like a madman and you swallow. What you had been most afraid of since the group of bandits rolled into town has been realized in an instant. He knows you’re still alive. A cold sweat that has nothing to do with the sickness plaguing your body and everything to do with the man whose bed you had once warmed. Staring at the sunglasses on his face as the bile in your throat rises.

A brush of a hand against yours and the spell is broken. “Eriks!” Hissing through your teeth at him as he heads towards the door with his hands raised in surrender. “What are you doing!?”

“I can’t give them Lina.” Stepping out into the sunlight as you hear a countdown. Shit. How much trouble are you all in? Looking back out to see the fake Vash smirking now.

Fuck.

Your stomach drops as your heartbeat thunders in your ears and your blood rushes through your veins. He must have seen the interaction through the gaping doorframe, this can’t end well now. Not when he knows you must have some connection with this man.

“Boss!” The cannonball man is screaming. “Vash the Stampede would give an order t’ turn back?”

“Let’s see.” His voice still has that same cold tone, as if everything and everyone is beneath him. Tilting his head and you watch an evil grin reveal his perfectly white teeth and your heart knows his words are directed at you. “I will if he’ll strip naked” your heart is screaming inside you chest at the cruelty of his words. “And act like a dog.” This form of humiliation is all your fault as the world seems to narrow down just to the three of you.

“Is that a promise?” At the fake Vash’s nod you feel the tears form on your eyes. “Lina. Hide your eyes.” Noticing you and the teen have moved closer to the window you don’t wait for her to react. Sliding your hand over her eyes after pulling her to your body. You can’t bear to watch either as your love is humiliated all to save the little sister that you both love.

The sound of laughing cuts off, and you know it’s because they can see the state his body is in. Battered beyond belief, a low murmuring of how disgusting he looks reaches your ears and you scowl your eyes snapping open to glare around the saloon. “Shut the fuck up, at least he’s not willing to throw a little girl to the wolves like you goddamn cowards. Spending the day drinking in here.”

Tears fall down your eyes taking away from the fury radiating from you, biting your lip as fake barking starts outside. You have to look and grimace as Eriks pretends to scratch the side of his head with his foot. His hands placed in a way that you know no one has seen his length which you’re thankful for, otherwise they might have shot him because of the difference.

“What now boss?!” It’s like the bandits have grown bored of their little game, and you let your eyes move to the false humanoid Typhoon.

“Let’s go.” A quirk of his lips as the bandits start to leave and you breathe a sigh of relief as Eriks stands with his hands covering his junk. Movement out of the corner of your eye from atop the vehicle and you scream as the gun is raised.

Four shots ring through the air.

You run.

The only thing you can hear is laughter, a cold laughter that rips at your body and mind as you watch Eriks fall to the ground. The water from your eyes falls freely. You can’t even hear your own screaming anguish as you run towards your love ignoring the burning of your lungs as your heart breaks in your chest. Your hand is outstretched as if you can reach him.

You don’t get the chance.

An arm wrapped around your middle from the back of a motorcycle as you scream bloody murder, kicking your legs and flailing your arms as you struggle to get away. Your yells grow louder as the figure of your fallen lover grows smaller with the dust that rose from the vehicles falling around him.

“Stop struggling bitch.” It’s the last thing you hear before a pain explodes at the back of your skull, slumping into unconsciousness.

You wake up to a gloved hand tapping the side of your face and one mother of a headache, groaning as you open your eyes to see black. Blinking to try and get your eyes to focus as the black turns into a gloved hand a syrupy fake voice has your grimacing.

“My my, here I thought you were dead a second time.” The fake Vash is in front of you, crouched down and smiling like someone who just rediscovered their favorite toy.

“Maybe if you hadn’t left me to die J-” A slap across your face that makes your neck hurt from the way your head twisted as tears prick your eyes from the pain. Feeling the bruise already forming while you glare at him.

His expression is flat as he tilts his head and you see his burning eyes behind his sunglasses. “The name is Vash whore.” Clucking his tongue as he stares at you. “Or did you forget it while bouncing on someone else's dick these past few years?”

“Can’t forget a name I didn’t know. At least now I know how you picked up the rest of these losers.” Snarling as you try to move your hands only to have your skin chafe from the rope binding them together.

“As long as you don’t forget it now.” You squirm as he grabs your chin to make you look straight at him, the look he sends you has your gut churning in disgust as the tip of his tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips. “I did miss you, you know. Or should I say I missed your tight cunt.”

“Of course, it was tight when I never felt you inside me.” Another slap and this time you taste blood in your mouth, coughing while the heat on your cheek grows more intense.

“You’ll need to learn to keep that tongue in check. I plan to keep you around while I do as I please in this town, and I’d rather you have a tongue for when I shove my dick in that mouth of yours to shut you up.” Snarling as he pushes you onto your side, you land on a piece of broken furniture, a chair leg maybe. All you know is the damn thing is wedged against your side placing pressure on your ribs and you start to hack as your lungs aren’t a fan.

“Boss! The other ones waking up now.” Other one? Wincing as you shuffle between coughing fits to get away from the debris and panic eats at you.

“Other one?”

“Oh yes. That little brat who sent out her dog to die. We plan to have some fun with her.” It stabs at your heart to hear him refer to Eriks as a dog. Your head outweighs your heart at your mind catches on to the rest of his words.

“Leave her be, she’s just a little girl.” Struggling to your knees as your feet are bound as well as your wrists. You can’t save Eriks. Not now, but you can try and save Lina by offering yourself instead.

“Now why would I do that?” Humming as if he’s thinking about your statement, but the swaying of his hips tells you this is another little game for him.

“She won’t be able to handle the fun you want to have with her. She’ll break, wouldn’t you rather have a toy that you know can last?” It’s desperate and you hate the thought of what he’ll do to you if he agrees, but the truth is he already has both of you. You need to try and sweeten the deal. “A toy that will listen.”

He’s back in front of you now, a hand on your arm pulling you upwards with a smirk as if considering your offer. Humming as he slots his mouth to yours and he pinches the skin near your wrist with enough force to make you cry out. Using it to shove his tongue into your mouth as he does what he pleases, letting out a noise of contentment as he explores you like he owns you. Slamming your eyes shut as you let him do exactly as he pleases, anything to try and save Lina now that you no longer care if you survive.

Without Eriks you aren’t sure you want to, and the thought breaks your heart far more than it already is.

When the new Vash pulls away he grins, his face inches from your own. “Oh my silly little slut, what makes you think I’d share my new toy with my men? You’re just for Vash the Stampede until the day you die.” A sing song tone as he finishes with a laugh, and all you can see is red.

Slamming your head forward and cracking it against his nose as he grunts from the pain and throws you to the ground his shattered sunglasses having fallen beside you. “You little whore!” Slamming a boot into your gut that has you coughing blood again as the pain laces through your body. “Maybe I should just kill you and be done with it, send you to your fucking dog of a man.”

“He was more of a man than you’ll ever be.” Hacking as you brace for the next kick that never comes.

“Boss! We got two men heading towards the house!” Another of the bandits runs into the room and from your place on the floor you can see the fear in his eyes. “One of ems the guy you shot!”

“Eriks” A whisper that only you hear as your heart springs in your body, he’s alive!

“Well rally the others, and bring the girl. If he did survive I want these two fucking toys to watch him die again.” Dragged to your feet and shoved downstairs by one of the fake Vash’s minions you can’t help but feed the flickering flame of hope in your chest. If it is Eriks you’re willing to do anything to make sure you all get out of this alive.

“Lina!” Calling out to the teen that isn’t tied up you can’t keep the smile off your face, she’s not hurt. Stumbling through your own bonds before the bandit in charge of you gets annoyed slicing the rope from around your feet.

The girl runs towards you and you welcome her smaller form as she buries her face in your chest. “You’re alive.” You don’t care about the dampness growing on your shirt, not when your sweet little spitfire of a sister is unharmed.

“Oh, Lina.” Doing your best to keep up the sappy sister routine as the teen has her fingers at the binds around your wrist, working them loose before the bandits force you apart and face a window.

“Get ready to watch those two die.” In the distance, you can see Eriks and he’s never looked more serious, a familiar sense of unease washing over you. It’s the man from the bar with him, and a giant wrapped cross.

“I think it’s the other way around asshole.” You snap as the first shot is fired and fabric flies in the distance. You might not feel great right now, but every fiber of your being believes you’re going to get out of this alive.

It feels like minutes later when you and Lina are held in front of the false Vash atop his smoking armored car, a human shield for the coward while his men are lying about the ruins of the house. “Keep your distance!” Calling out as both men approach and here’s a desperation in his voice with a tremble in his fingers.

“I’d say the game’s up wouldn’t you?” Eriks still has a way about his movement that has your heart soaring, you know you’re going to survive this as long as the man behind you doesn’t do anything stupid. Squeezing your windpipe tighter as he presses his gun to Lina’s head. “Let’s end this, we’re both exhausted-”

“Shut up!” Another tremble in his voice and you hear the creak of his glove as the grip on his pistol tightens. “I made it this far, I can hold out forever.” He can’t and the shaking of his hand tells you that, and you worry he will do something stupid with the gun pressed to Lina’s head you can’t take a risk as the bandit leader screams how he’s Vash the Stampede.

Swinging your head back sharply and hitting him enough he loosens his grip and you find your fingers wrapping around Lina’s arm pulling her from his grip and pushing her off the platform. A few bruises are better than a bullet to the head. Hissing as the butt of his gun slams your temple. “You stupid bitch!” In a daze you can’t react as he pulls you upwards, more against his body before pressing the gun to your temple. “Drop your gun or this whore is going down for a dirt nap!” You can’t see well enough to know if it happened or not. “Good dog, now with my mad skills I’m going to put you down this time because I’m Vash the Stampede!” The barrel is removed from your temple and you hear the blast of four shots ring in the air once more, except the hold on you goes slack.

Your vision becomes crystal clear as you see Eriks holding a revolver with his legs spread as if he dropped his body to the ground, a wisp of smoke rising from the end of the weapon. “What a coincidence. That’s my name too, six times as fast though.”

You turn just long enough to look at the bandit that left you to die, and it strikes you as a little bit funny before you turn and try to get off the platform. No wonder he wore those long shades that fell across his cheeks, Vash the Stampede’s wanted poster has a mole under his left eye.

A mole you’re very familiar with as you hit the ground, running towards the duo and smiling with tears trailing down your eyes as Lina launches herself into Eriks arms. You can wait for your hands to be untied to do the same, more than glad your lover is still alive.

As you approach the man from the bar moves towards you before stepping to the side. “Here let me get that for you.” A small knife in hand and you don’t have time to react before the rope falls from your bound wrists. “Oh, and you left this at the bar.” Digging in his pocket before pulling out the small bag you recognize as the one that had your medicine. “You might be needing these.”

You cry harder as you nod clutching it to your chest before closing the distance to the now standing Eriks who is patting Lina’s head. As you approach he raises a free arm to pull you against him and Lina, trapping the teen between your bodies. “I’m glad you’re both safe.” You don’t know why, but you start to sob even more at his tone as the unease in your bones returns.

Hours later back at the house you sit in the kitchen listening to the strange man you now know to be one Nicholas D. Wolfwood speak to Eriks while eating. Well, eating might not be the right word with how the two of them seem to fight over every plate Sheryl puts in front of them.

Since you returned you’ve changed into looser clothes, a few bandages wrapped around your body to help with the bruising. Lina has been hiding in her room, not that you can blame the poor girl after what she’s been through.

Watching a sausage go sailing away from the plate and two forks stabbing it you sigh before kicking Eriks shin under the table. “Manners.” At the same time as Granny hitting both men with her freshly washed pan.

“What dreadful manners.” She can say that again as both men look embarrassed, Eriks turning to you with a shy smile.

“Sorry Sweetness, how are you feeling?”

“Like I got the shit kicked out of me.” You don’t bother to lie, not when he’d see right through it, reaching one of his hands out to squeeze your own in his.

“Are you sure you want to talk about this while they’re both here?” Nicholas doesn’t seem to want to beat around the bush, however you’re not going anywhere. Shaking your head as you take another sip of your tea.

“I’m hearing all of what you have to say.” A firm tone as you glare at the dark haired man before he keeps going with his reason for looking for Eriks for two years. The more he speaks the more grim the micro expressions on Eriks face become, and there’s no hiding the look of shock on his face at the mention of a man named Knives.

Following Eriks towards the door as Nicholas leaves with his parting words. “I’ll leave in three days, I’ll count on you to make the right decision.” Slipping away towards your room as your heart breaks for the second time in such a short span, and you need to know if your gut was right.

Pulling open the drawers that you’ve never bothered with and looking over the items within, digging around, and once you see the boots you slump to the ground.

Rubbing his head Eriks opens the door, freezing as he watches your frantic movement around the room. A weight in the pit of his stomach. You’re packing a bag, his bag.

“Sweetness?” You freeze with one of his shirts in his hands, turning as the liquid falling from your eyes drips down your face. He looks nervous and afraid. “What are you doing? You should be resting.”

“What does it look like silly? I’m trying to figure out what you need and pack for you.”

“Do you want me to leave?” His voice is somber and that has you sobbing more.

“No. No I don’t. I want you to stay and spend our days looking after the house, watching Lina turn into a bigger menace than she already is, and sit on the porch watching the stars every night.” The fabric of his bag squeaks in your hands as your fingers dig into it, fighting back your tears. “But I know you. You’re going to leave in three days, and I’d rather spend as much time with you as I can before then.”

Eriks doesn’t say anything, gliding more into the room before closing the door. Gently disentangling your fingers from his bag to pull you into his arms and kiss you like it’s the last time he ever will. “If the people Wolfwood spoke about find me here, and they will find me, it’s going to be a lot worse than today was.” A drop of moisture lands on the hand gripping his shirt and it didn’t fall from your face. “I can’t lose you, and you’re right. You do know me.”

Smiling gently through the tears as you lean in to kiss him once more, a chaste press of lips together before one of his hands is tangled in your hair. “Because you’re Vash the Stampede.”

“And I wish I wasn’t my Love.” You both stand there for a while, crying as you clutch each other taking the time to let your tears clean the sorrow from your hearts. You want the next few days to be happy ones.

The next two days seem to pass quickly as if you blinked and they were gone. Lina after delivering a rather swift kick to Eriks had a small breakdown over that face he was leaving, so when you weren’t in your room you kept a smile on your face. Trying to console the girl that everything was going to be alright.

Granny for her part was doing the same, but you could see the way she spent more time knitting in her chair and speaking softly with the male who was soon leaving.

His bag was packed with everything but his worn boots, a comment on how he was going to wear them when he was leaving. Something about them being studier than they looked when you had tried to argue with him.

That final evening meal however was filled with nothing but laughter, as if the four of you had every intention of making the last large meal together a good one. Yet like all things, the meal eventually came to its end and as the hour grew later you found yourself heading for your bedroom with a heavy heart.

Removing your shoes before sitting on the bed with your head in your hands as you tried to keep yourself from breaking again. Coughing into your palm and glad the medication from the doctor had already helped to ease the pain in your chest.

The creaking of the door as you turn to watch Eriks slip in before closing it gently, giving the knob a turn to lock it and you feel the corners of your lips rise. The last two nights Lina had sunk into your shared space, clinging to both of you like a child and for the first time you felt more like her mother than a sister. Letting her sleep beside you and Eriks.

“I see you don’t want any extra company tonight.” Whispered low as he chuckles, his steps steady as he heads towards the chair. Dropping into it and bending to work his boots off.

“No.” Once he has them off he seems almost to hesitate before fixing his gaze on you. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Biting your lip as it’s not a lie but there’s a tension in the air. Maybe it’s just tension for you since you know it’s possibly your last together and with the condition your body is in you shouldn’t be thinking what you’re thinking. Yet that selfish side of you wants a lot more than just cuddling. “Eriks, please.” You don’t voice it, instead pleading with him as you hold out a hand for him to take.

His shoulder slump and you close your eyes to hide the sorrow you feel. “We shouldn’t, but for once I want to be selfish.” Hearing him as he begins to strip you open your eyes to find him looking at you with such an expression of longing it hurts. “The moment something hurts, you’re to tell me. Understood?”

“Yes.” Rising you don’t let him finish undressing, your hands landing on his upper arms as you push yourself onto your toes to kiss him.

An action that has something in Eriks snapping as you find yourself hoisted in the air before your back is pressed against the wall, his mouth moving wait a passion that has you dizzy. Sliding your hands up into his hair while you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss as you whine. Tongues coiling together as his body leans more into you, grinding his body between your legs. You don’t recall lifting them to wrap around his hips but you don’t care as a fire starts to burn in your core.

Since that first night together Eriks has learned all of the tells of your body, and tilts his head away when you need to breathe. Strands of saliva still connect your lips as you pant, his forehead pressed to yours and you hear his swallow. “Tonight, you aren’t doing any of the work. You’re going to let me worship you the way I’ve wanted to since you first stole my heart.” He doesn’t give you the chance to answer, instead leaning in for a kiss that is both sloppy and yet full of yearning.

As you kiss his hands are moving, shucking the layers of clothing separating your bodies until the way you’re intertwined stops him. Panting while carrying you to the bed before laying you down atop the blanket as of you’re made of glass before the final articles are removed and tossed away. “Eriks” Reaching for him wanting more of his skin touching yours, only for him to gently bat your hand away.

“Just lay back Sweetness.” Using his strength to maneuver your body as he leans over you with his feet still on the floor, tugging you so your butt is hanging over the edge. “Just relax for me.” The long strands of his hair tickle the skin along your breasts as he kisses the space between them, blazing a trail downward that has your back arching in response. Moaning as his mouth descends over your sex, the sound of your slick and his wet mouth, as he laps up your juices, is obscene making your muscles clench as the fire burning inside you grows.

Panting and moaning as he uses his tongue to play with your folds while tossing your legs over his shoulder placing his flesh hand against your belly to keep you from moving. Licking and sucking at you like a man starved, tears form at the edge of your eyes from the pleasure starting to build to a crescendo in your body. “Cum for me my Love.” His raspy voice like a command before he circles your clit with the point of his tongue before using his lips like a seal around your slit and sucking. You do exactly that, crying out as your body spams against his hold as Eriks hums as he drinks down your release, afraid of the noise as you place the back of your hand against your lips to try and stifle the volume of your pleasure.

A pleasure that Eriks is far from done with as his tongue plunges into your core as if he can pull another orgasm from you, growling as he works and your body rewards him with a second wave crashing through you that has your ankles crossing behind his head as your back arches. Your whole body is shaking and covered in a sheen of sweat as the aftermath of both orgasms is almost too much, slumping down with a whine. The man between your legs uses his metal hand to push your ankles apart, leaving your core as catches his breath taking in the sight of your blissed out body with a noise of appreciation. “My beautiful love.” Smoothing his fingers along your stomach as he waits for you to calm down before continuing.

“Eriks?” Using your elbows to raise your body, your pussy clenching at the sight of Eriks in the light from the window. The lower half of his face is covered in your juices, and his eyes are glowing slits that make you whine. “I’ve never been so turned on.” It spills from your mouth like water seeing him looking like he was made to fuck you senseless.

“Good, because I’m far from done.” Leaning down to kiss you, groaning as your own taste floods your mouth mixed with his saliva, and your clit throbs. Sliding his hands under your butt and up along your back so he can join you on the bed as you make out. Lifting your arms to wrap around him as best as you can to try and keep him close knowing you’ll relent the moment he leans back. “Can you try and watch me?” Whispered against your lips as he pulls back to make a few more adjustments.

“Yes, Baby.” With the angle you need help, reaching for a pillow that is just beyond the edge of your fingertips. Eriks grabs it for you and places it behind your head. As you settle your body jerks in pleasure, Eriks tapping your clit with his cock as he smears your slick onto his length. Licking your lips at the debaucherous display as he frames himself between your folds, sliding to spread your fluid on his sex. His tendrils flutter briefly while his dick pumps clear liquid that drips down onto your body before trailing down your raised ass.

“Remember, any pain and you tell me.” Blinking as you follow the center of his flushed chest up to his face, sweat glistening on his features and his eyes seem brighter. A short bite to your lip before you nod, almost afraid to speak. Taking his cock in hand as he spreads your legs a little more so his upper thighs are just under your butt. His eyes locked with yours while he uses his hand to slot the tip of his length into your cunt.

A snap of his hips and let out a short cry as he fills you entirely, spitting you apart on his twitching length. Your hands over your mouth to contain your wanton moan as Eriks lets out a small hiss. “So tight.” His fingers ghost over your body before resting on a small bump just above the patch of hair that leads to your chest. “Like this, I can see where I am inside you.” You whine, low in your throat but find one of your hands trailing over your chest to meet his fingers over that bulging skin. You can feel the heat from his length through your flesh and you let out another whine, he hasn’t moved yet but he feels delicious inside you.

“It’s amazing.” A nod as he searches your face as if waiting for a signal that he can move. “Fuck me Eriks.” Slowly pulling out you gasp as the bump disappears from your belly, moaning when he snaps his hips forward again with enough force that your body jolts. The thought of keeping your hands in place gone as you grab fistfuls of the sheets around you, to try and keep your body still as Eriks sets a brutal pace of slapping his length inside your walls. Tossing your head this way and that as the pleasure mounts inside you. Eriks has both hands on the outside of your thighs, trying to keep your body from slipping away as he ruts away.

It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open but you watch his expression as his eyes slam shut, his mouth partially open as he seems to try and focus on not spilling himself of your hot walls yet. The old bed frame creaks away as he fucks your cunt like an animal in heat, you should feel dirty in some way but you don’t. A part of you craves the way his cock rubs along your walls, stretching you to your limit as the bumps and ridges shift.

Gasping as he thrusts you feel a new sensation fluttering inside your walls, looking at where you joined and panting. His tendrils that normally remain outside your pussy and play with your clit are working their way inside you with his cock, the stretch now pushing beyond your limits as you cry out.

A hiss of your name as Eriks takes note of the change in your body, clamping down harder on him. “Sweetness.” His thrusts slow as his mind wars with stopping and continuing to buck into your core with a purpose.

“Don’t stop!” Rolling your hips to try and meet his as you make eye contact. “Please Baby, don’t stop.”

Hissing through his teeth as he takes up his previous pace until a more feral part of his mind takes over. Sliding his hands down to your ankles so he can push your legs more apart and lift your lower body, slamming into your cunt so the tip of his cock is hitting your cervix and his tendrils coiled around him spasming along your walls. The hard mass of muscles at his base kissing your clit when he’s fully inside you, a wet slapping of your joined bodies echoing in the small room.

“Eriks, I’m almost there!” Your words set him off as his pace becomes maddeningly fast and the force is enough that your body is sliding back and forth along the sheets. With your back arching and your toes curling from the mounting pleasure.

A scream that shakes the walls of the room as you cum around his dick when his hips snap forward before stilling. A static shock as you watch strange feathers sprout from under his skin as he pumps his load into your core, feathers that glow with a strange ethereal blue light that makes you sigh dreamily. His hands fall away from your legs while his chest heaves before he seems to come back to himself shifting his hips. “Don’t pull out.” It’s a short whisper as you lift a hand to his face, brushing your thumb over the smaller feathers under his eye.

A growing panic on his face as he takes notice of his body and the change, a worry you’re quick to soothe. “Come closer my love, I want to feel all of you.” Crossing your ankles behind his butt as he seems apprehensive before letting his chest rest atop yours, the weight a welcome one as he presses you more into the mattress.

“You’re not freaked out?” A waiver of panic in his voice that makes you smile in reassurance.

“Never by you.” Panting a little as you slide your hands to his shoulder to tug his closer, meeting his lips for a kiss that you can only describe as tender. His hands move at last to cup your face in his palms.

You spend the rest of the night intertwined with his body, letting his fingers trace your skin while you explore the feathers you can reach. A few of them fall around you before after a while they sink back beneath his skin.

Eriks has truly given you a final night that you can never forget.

You wake up sore the next morning to an empty bed, unsure when you finally drifted off. Slowly dressing as you wander around the house to find Granny and Eriks out on the porch with Wolfwood. A blanket over your shoulders as you step outside.

“Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up.” A tease from the old woman that makes you blush, wondering just how much she heard last night.

“Very funny.” You grin as Eriks finishes the straps of his old boots, stretching as you look off into the horizon only to frown. “You have to be shitting me.” Deadpanning at the figure approaching the house.

“Granny, Sweetness, please get inside.” You do as Eriks asks, closing the door, and head for the window to watch the show. Feeling sweat run down your neck as the cannon ball asshole from the other day fires at the house.

Letting out a strangled noise as Eriks kicks it over his head, fully aware of Sheryl watching you as your body responds in the worst way to seeing your lover do that. “That shouldn’t make me as hot as it does.”

“At least Lina isn’t here to hear you.” Wincing at the older woman’s words that are more than true. Swallowing as Eriks bellows at the bandit that he is now responsible for keeping the town and his family safe and if he fails that Eriks will hunt him down.

“Good lord I should not feel ready to jump this man’s bones.”

“I thought you would have gotten enough of that last night dearie.” You flinch before looking to the ceiling with a grimace.

“Was it really that loud?”

“Yes.” Opening the door Granny steps out while you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. Hoping that you can deal with the way your face is burning later.

Hearing a door inside the house open as Lina appears from her bedroom while Granny and Eriks talk about his boots. “Hey Lina.”

“Hey. I guess this is it isn’t it?”

“It is Sweetie.” Pulling the girl into your arms before Granny sticks her head inside the door once more.

“Lina, Eriks would like a haircut before he leaves.” As Lina collects her things and starts to cut his hair you slip inside once more, heading towards your room and Eriks waiting bag. Making a slow pass around the space to make sure everything he could possibly need is inside the bag before you head to the kitchen.

Throwing a few dried rations into the bag before closing it up and heading to the porch. You know you took your time because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back the tears if you had just stood there. Meeting Granny and Nicholas just inside joining them as they seem to finish a conversation.

“We’re losing a member of our family. Please. Please don’t forget that.” You can hear the sorrow in Sheryl's voice, it’s the same type of sadness that’s starting to settle into your bones.

“I’m sorry Ma’am.” Turning his head towards you as you stop, watching as Eriks wraps Lina in a hug. “I’m sorry to you as well Miss.”

“Sorry makes it sound like you regret it, so don’t lie.” You don’t think you’ll ever like Nicholas, just for the simple fact his appearance in your life has made you lose the other half of your soul.

You let Granny hug Eriks first before stepping up to him past the crying old woman, you know the three of you are going to be in for a few rough days. Taking his hand as you head closer a little away from the property towards where Nicholas is waiting, the strings of his bag digging into your hands. Stopping roughly halfway between both parties.

“You look pretty damn handsome with your hair like that.” Trying to swallow the sob that wants to break past your lips.

“You think so?” Blushing as he rubs the back of his neck, he knows it’s a delay tactic but you sense he’s not fully ready to go yet either.

“Of course. Then again I think you’re the most handsome man around so maybe I’m biased.” Letting his bag slowly fall to the ground beside you as you swallow. “I understand why you grew it long though, it’s a little harder to hide.”

“I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same way when you found out.” A crack in his voice, as both of you try to avoid your parting words.

“Don’t be silly. It’s just a name Eriks.” Smiling as your eyes grow glassy and you refuse to call him by the name most know him by. “You know when it’s done you can come back here right?”

“Granny said the same thing. I don’t know if I’ll be able to.” You swallow, looking at the sand between your feet before you gather your courage and look into his eyes again. His fingers brush your cheek before he dips his head for a quick kiss that is emotionally charged. “Go-” You slide your fingers over his lips to silence him.

“Please, have a safe trip, my love.” You let the tears fall as Eriks picks up on what you’re doing. Nodding as he grabs his bag when you step away before throwing it over his shoulder.

“No guarantees, stay safe yourself and when you get sick go see a doctor.” Dropping his forehead against yours before gracing you with another kiss. “Don’t make me worry you’re not taking care of yourself.”

“I’ll try.” Crying as he departures and you watch both figures disappear over the horizon, remaining there until dusk begins to fall. You’re tears dried up hours ago, but the ache in your heart is long from gone.

“So, Vash the Stampede found himself a lady?” Wolfwood whispers as the two men head off.

“No. Eriks did.” Sulking as Vash buries his feelings deep within his heart. “Because if Vash had one, she’d be used as a weapon against him and that isn’t fair to her.” Letting his love wash away as he tries to forget you so no one will ever know you existed. It’s safer that way,

No matter how much it makes his heart pain inside his battered chest.

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